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Bllk boys with an anxious reader.
Warnings: not proofread and anxiety. Read at your own risk
Julian loki
Julian has alway known you had anxiety, wether your good at hiding it or not. He managed to find out, but since your now in a relationship, you've been anxious because he has yet to mention it despite that he knows you have anxiety. You were scared of the moment he would, would he find it weird when you explained, would he leave, would he-
Before you knew, your breathing became heavy and the couch dipped next to you. A comforting shushing sound in your ear, tye tears that threatened to spill were like swallowed back, your breathing slowed down, while you leaned into your boyfriend touch. "Hey hey, it's alright.."
He said, running his hand up and down your back soothingly, you calmed down after a few minutes, leaning in his touch.
Julian for sure notices when you have a panic attack/anxiety attack
He tries his best to help you, although he doesn't know how it feels like
He does his best to be empathize and be there for you when you need to
Sae itoshi
You've never told sae you had anxiety, but after being in a relationship for a few months, he figured it out. But he didn't bring it up for your sake, when you had panic attack he simply pretended to brush it off as you needing help, so you didn't have to worry about his thoughts on this.
But that all shattered one day, when your panic attack gotten so bad, he had to hold you down, to others it might seem like a tantrum but, to him he saw the pain in your eyes, the sadness, the anxiety, the...fear. he held your shoulders tightly, making you look at him. "Y/n, look at me.." he said in a gentle but demanding voice. Your gaze shakily turned to his, your heart soothed, seeing his teal eyes look into yours with that...love and worry. He felt your breathing slow "that's it, that's it" he said, although barely any emotion could be seen on his face. Sae let you hug him, he didn't show much but you could feel his worries being lifted. "You did good." He said in a hushed voice.
Although sae doesn't look too worried he really is
He doesn't show his emotions to keep you from panicking even more
He can easily notice when you're on the edge
He usually knows how to calm you down
Charles Chevalier
Charles can easily notice your anxiety, but he's a little more clumsy. Although his worried expression, he tries making weird and funny faces to snap you out. He's usually pretty good at it, but sometimes it just doesn't work. That's when he knows it's serious, like really serious and he hugs you. Letting you cry on his shoulder and punch his chest if needed. It won't him, don't you worry. (Unless you are a bodybuilder but if you are maybe don't do that)
When i mean funny faces, i mean sticking on his tongue, both his eyes trying to look at his nose etc
He's really good at it
But although his smaller frame, he can hold you down if needed or let you punch his chets.
Hope it helped you my anxious babies, i stand with y'all it ain't easy i know.
#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#blue lock fanfic#x reader#bllk x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#bllk fanfic#julian loki#Charles chevalier#sae itoshi#julian loki x reader#sae itoshi x reader#Charles chevalier x reader#anxiety#comfort#anxiety comfort#panic attacks#anxiety attacks
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𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭
pairing(s): Dallas Winston x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x greaser!reader
summary: you thought it would help, the calming feeling of your smokes but instead it makes in worst and Dallas helps in his own Dallas Winston way
word count: 950+
request: could i request something for dallas winston? reader and dallas smoking weed together and maybe reader greens out and he’s there to comfort them while also being high as fuck —@jokersscarrd
warning(s): marajomama, under the influence, underage smoking, anxiety/panic attack were gonna ignore how mental health wasn’t really a thing back then bc no, kisses, pet names, and language
A/n: —GIFs: @obsessed-artist & @pelopides— I’m getting to request slowly but surely also the GIFs don’t determine race they’re just inspo
You didn’t smoke cigarettes.
So every time someone offered you one out of the carton looking box you politely declined they burned your throat, the smell was un-washable, it suffocated you. After a while people around your hood learned to stop offering unless you were asking
When you needed the burn, when you needed to suffocate.
You did however smoke pot it helped you relax and it benefited your anxiety which is why you should walking away from your childhood home now a rolled joint in between your finger tips flicking the silver zippo lighter with different swirls and engravings that Dally had gotten you for your birthday when you were fourteen
Fourteen and smoking pot the memories flashed your mind occasionally You’re head was fuzzy like Tv static and you usually when you inhaled the smoke it cleared your mind now it just blurred your vision further as you walked along the streets of Tulsa
You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and your reaction usually was to clutch your switchblade but you were just stuck you thought about Ponyboy and wondered was this what it was like when he ‘didn’t use his head’ as Darry claimed
“Y/n what’s your problem stupid!? Oh doll, what’s- what’s the matter?” Dally stated a little softer your eyes were filled with tears and were red he couldn’t tell if it was from you joint or the tears
You didn’t respond instead you looked at him like he was a void it seemed you were looking through him rather than at him and he cursed under his break before throwing his long arm over your shoulder and walked you down the street as if he was shielding your body with his
💌💌💌💌
Dally pulled you into his room locking the door behind him as he tried not to go wreck the whole part Buck was throwing downstairs the music muffled traveled through the thin walls
“Will you light one with me?” You whispered clouds of smoke comforting over his room like blanket as the rolled paper hung loosely from your lips and the brunette scoffed before snatching the smoke and putting it between his own taking in a deep inhale
“What’s tha’ matter with you?” The juvenile delinquent questioned you again as you sat on the end of his bed his New York accent a little thicker than the one he acquired from Tulsa and suddenly the room was too stuffy the smoke burned your lungs and suffocated you like a cigarette
Dallas noticed your heavy breathing and stretched his arm out towards you offering back your smoke and you nudged his hand away from you line of view not noticing as he stubbed it out in the glass ashtray on the worn down wooden nightstand next to the head of his bed
The brunette lied a hand on your shoulder before you were shooting up out of you seat it looked like you were shedding your damn skin he thought rushing to stand less than a few meters away from you
“Deep breathes doll c’mon, you’re not there. It’s over, it’s done, forget about it.” His voice that usually comforted you scratched your skin the wrong way it sounded like nails on a chalkboard as you reminisced on your time and New York
What you sawn, what you been around, what you went through.
“But it’s difficult don’t you understand!? It is difficult.” Your voice raised as you pulled away from his grasp clutching yourself when had he even touched you?
“I didn’t want it to happen but it happened and now- DON’T YOU COME ANY CLOSER” You screeched as Dally took a step towards you not letting your screaming shy him away from you as much as you wanted it to
“Y/n it’s me” He stated firmly trying to get you to Lock eyes with him but you eyes were wild and frantic like a scared cornered animal darting everywhere but him
“Don’t you understand you disgust me!? I CANT STAND YOU TOUCHING ME” You screamed beginning to tug at you hair before Dallas wrapped an arm around your waist firmly as you squirmed and struggled against his grasp the other arm going to cover your hands forcing your fingers open to let go of your hair
“You’re alright, you’re fine. I know doll, I know.” The hood muttered into the crown of your head before pressing a quick comfort kiss on the surface letting you hit at his chest and sob into his sleeve until you finally came down from his high and let your body unknowingly fall limp as he held you up without a struggle walking you both to the small twin bed
You were in his arms as he sat up against the cheap headboard of the small cushion rubbing his cool hands over your warm body grounding you like he always did
“There’s so much I wanna say, but I don’t know where to start.” You whispered carefully your breath caught in your throat before it finally was released and Dally hummed in acknowledgement before reaching over to the small table by his side grabbing the once discarded joint from the dusty glass ashtray in between his fingertips
“Well, we better get to it huh?” He stated quietly lighting the rolled paper until smoke settled in his lungs when he inhaled he made sure to blow it out of your face or rather the back of your head as your back sat against his chest You let out a breathe before the smoking drug was in you view and this time you took it
This time it didn’t burn nor suffocate you
#dallas winston#dally winston#dallas winston x reader#dally winston x reader#the outsiders#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders x reader#fluff#anxiety comfort#romance#fem!reader#gn!reader#male!reader#i love you#thewriterg#2023
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underneath the moonlight
synopsis: in which you wonder if you are holding kazuha back and he reassures you how much he loves you. fem!reader
warnings: hurt/comfort. anxiety/insecurity comfort. (not proofread)
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if you could put time in a bottle, you would have chosen any of the various times you and kazuha spent on the crow’s nest together when he returned home, overlooking the moonlit sea beyond the shores of inazuma below and underneath the glittering stars above. both of your feet dangled over the edge, gently swinging in time with kazuha’s soft hums that formed the most beautiful of melodies.
but despite the perfect scenery and the comfort of your one and only partner, you could still feel the cold chill of anxiety that sent a shiver up your spine as the breeze brushed across your skin, reminding you of the true reason you had asked kazuha to meet you up here tonight. to his credit, he had been patient, not pushing you to speak just yet, but as his song came to its ending decrescendo, the deafening silence was antagonizing you with each passing second.
finally, kazuha turned to look at you, worry laced in his gentle voice, “my dearest y/n, what’s on your mind?”
in that instant, you nearly backed out of your own plan to share the worries and doubts that had begun to plague your mind to him. instead of revealing your vulnerabilities and insecurities that were slowly eating away at you, perhaps you could finally tell him those three little words that you hadn’t been able to say that lingered in his every touch, in his every glance, and in every song he sang for you. that would fix everything and make all these baseless doubts disappear, right? it would make this night memorable for him in a much better way than you had planned.
no, you knew better than to play with someone’s heart like that, especially your own. your heart couldn’t take it. still, that very same heart was starting to beat out of your chest, your stomach was beginning to churn, and your eyes were starting to water at the very notion of sharing the insecurities that were holding you back, that we’re holding him back. so with all the courage you could muster, you managed to ask, “kazuha, do you ever think there might be someone else better out there for you?”
his eyes narrowed, searching your features for sincerity. he then brought a hand to rest on your forehead, like a mother would check their child’s temperature. when he found no fever, he hummed to himself before moving to tilt your head to the side, eyes roaming your skin intently.
“what are you doing?” you finally asked, confused about his sudden change in behavior.
he tilted your head the other way, still scanning every inch of your exposed skin. calmly, he replied, “checking you for any injuries. only someone who had been knocked upside the head would ask something as absurd as what you’ve asked me.”
you jerked your head away from his grasp, hoping the cold, night wind might cover the slight dust that had started to creep onto your cheeks, “i’m serious, kazu. what if i’m not the right one for you after all?”
he frowned, his hands slipping into yours, “where is this coming from, darling?”
where to start? you saw the way his eyes gleamed as they pulled out of inazuma’s port, the way he was able to strike up a conversation with just about anyone, and how his shy, yet gentle personality was alluring to all he encountered. he shined like the sun when he was away from you, when he was surrounded by new faces and new places, yet he always came home to you. it was endearing at first, knowing you’d always be the one he came home to, but somewhere along the line, that endearment turned into anxiety that he might be happier away from the land of lightning and away from you.
your gaze fell to the wooden planked floor, his gaze too soft, too concerned for you to hold, “you’ve seen the world beyond inazuma, kazu. you’ve seen places that i can’t even begin to imagine, and you’ve likely met tons of other men and women that are more attractive, more intelligent, or more free-spirited than me, yet you always come back here to inazuma, to me. it makes me wonder if i’m,” you sighed, “ if i’m holding you back.”
kazuha used his free hand to lift your chin, to make you look into his crimson eyes that were filled with tears of their own, “please don’t say another word. in fact, let me tell you something before you let anymore of those doubts creep into your mind.”
he squeezed your hand while moving to cup your cheek, “i love you, and only you. when we met all those years ago, i wasn’t sure who i was. i was a lost and wandering samurai without a purpose, but in you, i found something i had been searching my whole life for, a home.” he offered a soft smile, using the back of his hand, still enveloping yours, to wipe away a stray tear streaming down his cheek, “love, you were the one i would come home to after traveling with tomo, and in you, i found my rest. i still do.”
tears were now starting to fall down your cheeks at his words of reassurance as he continued, “while i may be gone for days or even a week or so at a time, you are always in the forefront of my mind. i could be climbing to the top of dragonspine or exploring the depths of the chasm, but my heart always brings me back to the only person whom i could ever love. you, my dear.” he pulled you into his chest, allowing you to hear his beating heart, steady and true, “coming home to you is my favorite part of any journey. i love to travel and to explore teyvat, but at the end of the day, the only place i want to be with you, holding you in my arms once again.”
you looked up at him from where you lay on his chest, “you mean that?”
he laughed, his laughter ringing out above the wind and the sounds of the sea crashing against the side of the Crux, “silly girl, there’s only one place i’d choose to be, and that is right here underneath the moonlight with you tonight.”
you snuggled closer into his chest, “how poetic, my samurai.”
“only for you, my love.” he whispered into your hair “don’t you ever worry your pretty little mind about holding me back, because when i’ve traveled the world and seen all that it has to offer, i will always return to your side, to be yours and yours alone.”
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author’s note: i was working on kazuha villain headcanons when this came outta nowhere. mans is too gentle and kind to be evil! especially when he’s my comfort character rn.
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Ciel Helps You With Your Anxiety
A/N: I started writing this while I was on my cruise, and just now got around to finishing it. I hope this turned out alright. Ciel is most likely OOC, since that’s how it works with most of my writings. But I guess it’s helping me out because I’ve been anxious lately and I’m not even doing anything. Please let me know what you think! Oh, and this is a female reader btw.
Rain beat against the windows of Phantomhive Manor as the storm outside raged on. Lightning flashed every few moments, followed closely by rumbles of thunder. You didn’t usually mind thunderstorms, more often than not you found them peaceful and perfect for reading or winding down for the day. Except today it did nothing but make you feel even more on edge.
You weren’t sure why you were feeling so anxious today. You had been doing so well the past week or so, being able to get through the day with minimal anxiety and worry. You were so proud of yourself, and so was Ciel and Sebastian, especially. The two had seen you through your worst and your best, and knowing that you had been doing so well made them so happy for you. So when you woke up with that tight feeling in your chest, your mood deflated almost instantly.
“Is something the matter, Miss L/N?” Sebastian asked as he prepared your morning tea. He noticed your mood change almost instantly. You had only been awake for a few minutes, so he was hoping it was just you being tired.
You snapped out of your thoughts at Sebastian’s voice, shaking your head slightly before offering a half-smile. “No, not at all, Sebastian. Thank you.” After serving you breakfast in bed, Sebastian listed off the day’s events as he picked out an outfit for you.
“Your schedule is quite clear today, Miss. Master has asked that you look over and sign a few documents before dinner. That is all that I have for you today.”
You heard the demon, and knowing that you had an easy day calms your nerves ever so slightly. So you went about your day with an optimistic mindset. After breakfast and being dressed by Mey-Rin, you made your way to the library. You didn’t feel quite ready to be around others just yet, and you knew that Ciel would notice your anxiety so you decided to relax in the library with a good book.
Except that didn’t work. From the moment you sat down you felt like you were forgetting something, or that you could be more productive. So, replacing your bookmark and setting your book on the side table, you stood and made your way to the small storage closet in the library. You pulled out a small hand-held duster and began running it along the bookshelves.
It wasn’t more than five minutes before Sebastian stepped into the room, sneaking up on you and causing you to jump when he gently stopped your hand from dusting the shelves. You gasped, whipping around to see the demon butler.
He only smiled kindly. “My apologies, Miss L/N. I did not mean to startle you. May I ask why you are cleaning the library? You should not be tasked with such trivial things.”
You bit your bottom lip, quickly glancing to the floor. You scraped your thoughts with some excuse as to why you were doing Sebastian’s chore. “Sorry, Sebastian. I just thought I’d help. I don’t mind cleaning.”
Sebastian gently took the duster from you, setting it down on the nearest shelf. “I appreciate your help, but I believe I can manage on my own.”
You nodded, then turned to go back to your chair. Your chest tightened even more and you were overcome with the feeling of crying. You opened your book and stared at the pages as Sebastian began cleaning the library. After a few minutes your leg began bouncing beneath your book. You couldn’t help but feel like Sebastian was upset with you. All you were trying to do was keep yourself occupied to push down your anxious feelings. Was he upset that you tried to do his job? Did he think you thought he wasn’t doing his work to the best of his ability?
Deciding you had had enough, you stood and made your way to the exit.
“May I ask where you are going, Miss L/N?” Sebstian asked as he put the duster back in the storage closet.
You avoided his ruby eyes as you passed him. “I’m just going to see Ciel.” You quickly left the room and made your way to the Earl’s office.
Ciel was sitting at his desk, looking over a small stack of papers when you slid into the room, silently closing the door behind you. Ciel only looked up from his work when he saw you sit down across from him. He immediately took note of your slumped posture, lack of eye contact, and the slight jerk of your jeg as you anxiously bounced it up and down in front of you. But the boy refrained from saying anything about it. He knew you’d speak when you felt ready, and if just sitting with him in silence is what you needed, then he’d let you.
Ciel knew all of your anxious signals or movements. He knew that depending how you moved your body showed how much anxiety truly was controlling you. So when you began shaking your hands for minutes without stopping, the boy finally set down his pen and looked up from his paper. He stood and made his way to the front of the desk, leaning against it as he bent over slightly and gently took your hands in his to stop your shaking.
“Hey,” he said softly, uncharacteristically of the Earl. But he cared about you, so he was willing to risk his reputation to make sure you were alright. “Stop. You will hurt yourself.” He turned your hands so they were palm up, running his thumbs over the center of your palms. “Y/N, look at me please.”
You hesitated before lifting your gaze to Ciel’s blue eye. He didn’t look concerned, more sympathetic as he tried to read your facial expression to find the reason for your anxiety. You muttered a quiet, “I’m sorry,” before averting your gaze again.
“Whatever for?” Ciel asked. “What is on your mind, darling?”
You shrugged and took a deep sigh. “I woke up with this tight feeling in my chest, and…” you took another breath, “I don’t know how to make it go away.”
“And what did we say you do when you feel like this?” Ciel asked calmly.
“Stop, breathe, rationalize,” you answered back.
“So why don’t you do that?”
You followed the Earl’s instructions, taking a moment to inhale and exhale to calm you down. Then you started to rationalize. “I have no reason to feel anxious. My schedule is free. I’m in the manor. I feel safe. Sebastian is one call away. I’m in your study, and you’re right in front of me.”
“Good,” Ciel praised. “How do you feel now?” Your hands were still in his, and his thumbs still traced over the palms of your hands.
You nodded slightly, finally making eye contact with the boy again. “Still anxious, but manageable.”
“Can I let go of your hands now?” He answered with a nod. Ciel gently let go, then moved to sit back in his desk chair.
White light lit up the room for a fraction of a second before a loud boom echoed throughout the manor. It caused you to squeal and pull your legs up to your chest. You had forgotten about the storm raging outside. Ciel was quick to rush back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Alright, it’s alright. You are alright, dear.” Tears brimmed your eyes as you whimpered and buried your face into your knees.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered again. “I shouldn’t be scared. I shouldn’t cry. I have no-”
“Stop.” Ciel’s voice was stern. “It is understandable. The storm is only making it worse. Do not apologize for something that you cannot control.” He rubbed your shoulder gently as he looked around the room. Ciel let out an agitated sigh. “I apologize, but I cannot step away from my work.” You immediately reached up and gripped the hand that was on your shoulder. Ciel’s hand rotated to give yours a comforting squeeze. “I can call Sebastian to sit with you. Perhaps he could take you to the library? He can light the fireplace, and you can read, or lay down and Sebastian can read to you. I’ll order him to stay by your side, and I promise I will come find you the second I finish my work.”
You took in a shaky breath. “I just want to go back to my room, please.”
Ciel gave your hand another gentle squeeze. “Of course, love. I’m going to raise my voice briefly to call for Sebastian, alright?” At your nod, Ciel quickly yelled out the demon’s name, and the supernatural being appeared in the doorway in a matter of seconds.
“Yes, my lord?” Sebastian asked immediately.
Ciel looked from your trembling form over to his butler. “Take Y/N to her room, and stay with her until I finish my work. Provider her with any comfort she needs. That’s an order.”
Sebastian bowed slightly. “Yes, my lord.” He walked over to you and knelt down in front of you. “May I pick you up Miss Y/N?” You nodded shakily and slowly let go of Ciel’s hand, reaching your arms out to the demon. He let you wrap your arms around his neck before gently picking you up and cradling you against him. Turning to his master, Sebastian said, “I will take proper care of her. There is no need to worry.”
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Feeling down? Ryusei blue will save you ☆
Kanata Shinkai x Reader anxiety comfort !
A/N - I had an anxiety attack in spanish today and am very very tired from such so… self indulgent kanata. ALSO ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING KANATA SO MIGHT BE OOC?? idk at this point i like the way this came out so ill continue to write him like this
TW - Anxiety attacks
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Short, shaky and shallow breaths left your mouth as you tightened your grasp on your sleeves in a desperate attempt to somewhat control your quivering. You tried to focus on the sheet of homework in front of you, but even thinking about schoolwork felt overwhelming. Everything was overwhelming.
You lifted your hands to reach for your pencil, slowly and uncertainly twirling it between your fingers in hopes of finding some calm, but the racing thoughts wouldn’t quiet.
It was too much.
Something in you gave up on trying to calm down. you could feel hot little tears prickling at the corners of your face, which only made your heart rate spike at the thought of somebody seeing you cry in class.
That was so lame. You hated when people thought lowly of you.
It was scary.
You sucked in a breath, only becoming more shaky after noticing the choked noise your dry throat made when you opened your mouth to breathe. Oh god. What if somebody heard it? What if the teacher got mad? What if—? Oh god, oh god, oh god—
“Professor~?”
You glanced upwards, eyes wet as you did so. You watched as the professor paused his scribbling on the board. “Hm? What is it, Shinkai?”
You blinked, taking another shaky breath as you bounced your leg with haste. for some reason feeling the need to listen as intently as possible, which temporarily stopped your mind from trailing elsewhere.
“Ah-… I don’t feel too well… Can I have a friend walk me to the main office~?” You felt yourself let out a slight, wobbly smile- Something about Kanata’s voice was incredibly calming to your static nerves.
The professor shrugged, turning back to continue writing notes down on the board and mumbling something of a ‘whatever, sure’ as he did so.
You let out a relieved sigh, although you were unsure as to why you cared. After a moment of peace, your mind caught back up to you, and you felt the quiver in your body start up again as you scratched your sleeve, trying for no particular reason to dig your nails into it.
You bowed your head back between your knees, breaths speeding up again until you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jolt.
“C’mon~”
Kanata was smiling at you, putting the exact amount of pressure on your shoulder where it felt comforting. He extended his other hand to you, silently inviting you out of class, which was about the only thing you wanted in that moment.
With a moment’s hesitation, which Kanata seemed infinitely patient with, you shakily took his hand and let him take you out into the hall, keeping one hand on your shoulder the whole time. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that you were shaking to the point where someone who didn’t know better might think you were vibrating, and seemed to have no judgement in his eyes whenever you sniffled a bit.
The moment the door of the classroom closed behind you, he carefully removed his uniform blazer and placed it on your shoulders.
“Do you want to go to the fountain to calm down~?”
His voice alone made you feel a bit better, and the idea of getting fresh air sounded very calming. You nodded shakily, letting out a quiet ‘Thank you’ before he smiled at you and waved his hand dismissively and took your hand again, walking you outside to where the school fountain stood. The walk there was silent, except for the occasional humming from Kanata, and he had an air around him that made it easier to destress.
After a moment, you found yourself in front of the fountain, where Kanata wasted no time in sitting down in the water, humming his little ‘puka puka’ before smiling at you.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked, patting the ledge of the fountain for you to sit down at.
“Y- Yeah-…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say much, but it was true- your heart rate was slowly but surely slowing back to its usual pace, and you weren’t shaking quite as violently. Kanata smiled again, which set your mind at peace before he floated over near the ledge where you now sat.
“You don’t have to tell me what got you so anxious, but please feel free to if you so desire~” He hummed, reaching one hand to place over yours. It was wet, but you didn’t particularly mind as it was warm enough outside not to be uncomfortable. “It’s okay to feel afraid sometimes,” He continued, absentmindedly tracing shaped on your hand with his index finger as he spoke. “Just keep that in mind. No matter what happens, me and the rest of us in Ryuseitai will support you~”
Coming from Kanata, that was enough to properly calm you. You were still shaken up, but as he proceeded to drop his entire body under the water for a second so he could blow bubbles at you from underneath, you couldn’t help but crack a smile, and a moment later you were laughing.
Maybe you’d be alright for today.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End
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AHFJDJCH- I accidentally deleted the original version of this post, but @ringsofsaturnnnn sent in an ask about how Armin would be with an anxious s/o. Here it is, thankfully I was able to copy it from a reblog. THANK YOUUU REBLOG PERSON. EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU.
Hello Saturn! How have you been doing? The week is almost over- yay! Any plans for the weekend?
This is the sweetest ask honestly, it made me feel all warm inside. ╰(´︶`)╯♡
How would Armin be with an anxious s/o? (Headcannons)
Armin/Reader (drabble)
Cws: Armin/gn! reader, established relationship, anxiety, implications of a panic attack, comfort, scenario imagines
Word count: 559
I honestly think he'd be one of the best people to have around.
Not only is he naturally compassionate and empathetic, but he's so skilled at observing others and reacting properly to the situation. Especially you, who he pays extra close attention to.
Sorry to say it, but there would be no hiding your anxious tendencies from this man. He notices everything, from the shifting of your feet on the car ride home to the way you fidget with your fingers in your lap. That's not to say he'd force anything on you. When Armin notices little anxious habits like this or changes in your mood/behavior, he'd try to subtly provide comfort in the best way he can.
If he notices your hands shaking he might casually hold them, if he senses your unease out in public he'd wrap a comforting arm around your shoulder or waist, knowing how it steadies you.
If you ever do decide to open up about the worries that plague your mind, he'd be more than willing to listen. Armin is a person with experience in the field of being filled to the brim with worries and too paralyzed to make a decision, so he completely understands where you're coming from.
He's also fine to wait as long as you need before you feel comfortable sharing, but if he finds that your anxieties are having a significant impact on your day-to-day life and affecting your overall happiness and well being, he's going to step in for your own good.
To comfort you in public there's the hand holding and light gestures, he'd also be willing to step away with you for a moment to help you take some calming breaths or speak if anything's on your mind. At home, he's completely prepared to help his angel with their favorite movie, book, snack, and blanket on the couch. He might light some scented candles and close the blinds or do anything else you ask or that he knows eases you.
If you're having an episode and can't get out of your own head, he will stay with you for as long. as. you. need. He'll cradle you, rock back and forth on the floor, let you cry or just be numb, whatever it takes. Afterward he is completely open to hearing what you have to say, and also completely okay if you don't want to say anything and holding you for a little longer.
He knows plenty of breathing exercises and sometimes if you're wound up about work, he'll make you take a break and do some with him. He'll even make you your favorite tea/drink to give you a boost.
Armin is the best at cuddles. When you're happy he's happy, so his favorite time of day is when he gets to see you completely at ease. You're lying between his legs with your arms wrapped around his torso and your head on his chest. He had suggested reading to you as a way to wind down for the night, and you wound up dozing off in the first fifteen minutes. Armin set his book aside with a deep sigh, pulling the covers up and clicking the light off. He runs his thumb over your temple and leans down to place a kiss on the crown of your head. "Sweet dreams, angel."
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Our Lives- Jay Halstead
Summary: Jay takes you to your pre-op appointment. When it gets overwhelming, Jay knows exactly what to do.
Warnings: Panic Attack
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Your emotions about your doctor’s appointment were all over the place today. You were having a hard time keeping up with them, so you knew Jay was having a hard time keeping up. Though you had been nothing short of a monster, Jay had been perfect and patient as always.
“Babe. It’s going to be fine.” Jay sighed, rubbing my thigh as he drove toward Med. “It’s just a consult. Not the actual surgery.”
I sighed too, catching his hand and clutching it in mine. “I know.” I shook my head and turned toward him. “It’s just scary. This one surgery might show us our future and sometimes the not knowing is easier.”
Jay sat quietly for a moment. “I know baby, but nothing will change between us.” Jay squeezed my hand before continuing. “Plus, this might help solve your pain problems, so it’ll be a good thing.” He encouraged, pulling my hand to his lips to kiss it.
The rest of the ride was quiet. Even once we got to Med, we got out in silence, walking through the main doors and elevator without a word to each other. I greeted the nurse and signed in before going to sit next to Jay. I laid my head on his shoulder and tried to relax, clutching his hand in mine tightly. Jay rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand and kissed my head lightly.
Once the nurse called us back, Jay lifted me onto the table and sat on the chair across from me. The nurse checked my vitals, noticing my high heart rate and blood pressure. Jay let a brief look of concern flash across his face before quickly catching it and going stoic.
“Even though it’s a little high, it’s probably just nerves.” The nurse said, smiling sweetly and meeting Jay’s eyes. She could feel the tension in the air. Of course Jay would be concerned. Will was the doctor and knew why your readings looked this way, but Jay just saw the red flags of the information that was put in front of him.
I thanked the nurse as she left, watching as Jay got up and came toward me. “Babe?” I asked, confused as to what he thought he was doing.
Jay placed his hands on my cheeks and leaned his forehead against mine, breathing deeply. He was calming me down. He kept this up for a few minutes until the doctor knocked, causing Jay to kiss me quickly before I allowed the doctor to come in.
“Hello Y/N. I’m Doctor Ramos.” The doctor greeted, reaching to shake my hand. “And who might this be?” She asked, turning to Jay.
“Detective Jay Halstead.” He stood, reaching out and shaking the doctor’s hand. “Y/N’s husband.”
“Ah, Dr. Halstead’s brother.” The doctor smiled. “Nice to meet you both.” She nodded and took a seat. “So what can I do for you?”
“Umm. Im here for a consult.” I said, leaning back and eyeing her. Shouldn’t she know this?
“Right. For pelvic pain?” The doctor asked, looking at a paper in her hand.
“Yes.” I said, nodding slowly. “Im suppose to see about having exploratory surgery to find the cause.” I looked at Jay and raised an eyebrow. He was frustrated, you could see it in his eyes, but he didn’t comment.
“Well, we can get you scheduled for the surgery, but there is no promise it will lead to anything helpful. I’ll have my nurse call and set you up.” The doctor said, smiling and shaking your hand again. “Nice to meet you both.” And she was out the door.
I looked at Jay, completely dumbfounded and pissed. Jay looked the same, but mostly just concerned for me. “Well then.” Jay muttered, standing and coming over to me.
Before Jay could make it to me, I jumped off the table and stormed out the door. I knew Jay would follow, so I didn’t bother to turn and check, or even wait on him. Once in the elevator, I turned and looked at my husband. “What the fuck just happened?!” I all but screamed.
Jay jumped in surprise, giving me a look. I was normally the crier toward anything and everything. He was not expecting this reaction from me. “Woah there fiesta pants.” Jay laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender. “I couldn’t tell yah, but she really was pissing me off.”
“No fucking way.” I muttered sarcastically. “I mean, who was she to not check my chart or come in with any plan in mind? Then to tell me the surgery may be pointless.” I grunted in frustration. “Could’ve saved me a fucking trip.” I muttered, stomping out of the elevator and all the way to the truck.
Jay stayed silent, not wanting to cause a scene. He knew if he said more, you would react and he didn’t want you to let others see you like that. He knew you would regret it later if he let that happen.
Once in the safety of the truck, you crumpled, your anger turning to tears as your breathing quickened and sobs escaped. Jay opened his door and climbed in quickly as soon as he heard your cries. He pushed the console up to reveal the middle seat and scooted closer to you, taking you into his arms. “Shhh baby. It’s gonna be okay.” Jay soothed, rubbing your arm and guiding your head into his neck.
You sobbed louder and tried to take a breath. “I-if it d-doesn’t h-help I-I could be I-in pa-ain the rest-t of m-m-my life!” I exclaimed, holding onto Jay tightly.
Jay sighed, kissing the top of your head. “Our lives.” Jay started. “No matter what, I’m right here. You won’t be alone.” Jay kissed your head again, shifting to pull you into his lap. Once you were securely in his lap, he pulled your face from his neck and placed his forehead against yours, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “We will figure this out. Okay? Breathe for me.” Jay assured, locking eyes with you.
You nodded slightly, rubbing your nose against his. You went in for a kiss and Jay returned it gingerly. He knew you did this right before you went completely off the cliff. You were holding your breath to kiss him.
Once you pulled away, Jay wiped your cheeks again and kissed your nose. “Better?” He whispered, searching your eyes for any hint of a lie.
You nodded, whispering,”Better.” You sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You know, I thought this would fix me.”
“There’s nothing to fix.” Jay said immediately, resting a cheek on the top of your head. “Sure, the pain and you being sick sucks, but we can manage this.” Jay said, rubbing your stomach above your shirt. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you are comfortable and happy. You know that.”
“I know.” You whispered, leaning back and locking eyes with Jay again. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” Jay whispered, kissing you softly.
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When you find yourself overthinking and/or falling into a pit of an OCD and/or anxiety cycle, imagine your F/O grasping your hand(s) and looking at you sincerity and telling you "It's gonna be okay."
Maybe they tell you to look at them, maybe even hold your face gently to have you focus on their face, and their (color here) eyes, and tell you to breathe. They're here, they've got you, and you've got this, and things are gonna be okay no matter what happens.
#f/o comfort#anxiety comfort#f/o imagines#f/o#fictional other#self shipping#f/os#self ship#i do this and it helps
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нαηтα ѕєяσ—ρ@η!¢ αттα¢кѕ/ιη¢σяяє¢т qυσтєѕ
Relationship: romantic
!!TW: P@n!c attacks/ p@n!c disorder
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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Hey Y/n,
So I heard you're having some trouble with your anxiety?
To be specific, you’re having panic attacks.
I truly am sorry to hear this. I wanted to let you know I'll do anything to help, you mean the world to me and I hate to see you go through this.
So you won't go through this by yourself, okay? I'll be right here with you through all of it.
I'm not leaving, that I promise. I may not be the best at comforting but I can always make you feel better by making you laugh! 😅
There is nothing wrong with you, and anxiety is actually pretty common.
I am so proud of you for making it through these panic attacks.
You are so strong, y'know that? I'll always be here, I won't judge or make fun of you.
So don't be afraid to lean on me okay? That's what I'm here for!
Love,
Sero ♡
~Incorrect Quotes~
Y/n: This is a mistake
Sero, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!
Y/n: But not today
Sero, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess
Y/n: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.
Sero: You and me!!!
Y/n, tearing up: Okay.
Y/n: Is something burning?
Sero: Just my love for you.
Y/n: Sero, the toaster is on fire.
Sero: You often use humor to deflect trauma
Y/n: Thank you
Sero: I didn't say that was a good thing
Y/n: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny
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© 2023 Shiggy | All Rights Reserved | No portion of this work may be used or adapted in any way without the author's explicit consent.
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Sorry about all the shouting happening :[ hope you feel better soon!
Yeah. Me too. Thank you so much. You are so nice <3
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🔥Heat Miser comforting GN!Reader with Anxiety Headcanons🔥
Trigger Warning: Anxiety
-GN! = Gender Neutral-
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🔥 Heat Miser happens to walk into the room when you're mid panic attack, he immediately runs up to you and embraces you in a big ol' bear hug. If you don't like to be touched during a panic spell, he'll let go and comfort you with his words.
"Shhh.. it's okay my little ember.. everything's okay. I'll handle anything and everything.."
"I'm right here, I'll protect you from anything, even my siblings. Not that they would do anything, but still."
"You're with me, nothing bad can happen to you, nothing can get to you when you're with me. Even when you're not in my presence, I'm still protecting you from a distance... whether you know it or not."
🔥Unlike Snow Miser, Heat Miser isn't very well versed in psychology. In fact, he knows nothing about it at all. All he has are his own experiences and the slight comforting insight from when he used to comfort his siblings when they were little... which isn't much considering most of his siblings just had alot of self doubt and a bit of depression. He's quite out of bounds when comforting your anxiety.. but he still manages to comfort you by promising nothing will ever hurt you and telling you that you're beautiful and flooding you with compliments. He offers for you to stay with him for a while or forever if you want, not like he would mind. And he suggests that you both take a little walk around his castle.
🔥 As you both walk your eyes explore each and every little inch of wall, floor, and ceiling that comes across your line of sight. Quite frankly, you find his castle beautiful. The redish stone that the corridors are carved out of is quite beautiful in the dim lighting. Torches lined upon the walls softly light the beautiful unique hallways just enough to see.. the fire crackles quietly, relaxing you further. The walls are carved out harshly, making them look like that of a cave's, yet smooth enough to where it won't cut you if you touch them. Occasionally you'll walk by a small geyser that ejects steam as you walk by, It frightened you at first but Heat Miser assured you that all it shoots out is hot steam, as his castle is built into a volcano and the water is evaporated by the time it reaches the geyser. It amazes you how the castle stays a livable temperature considering there's hot lava some where around it.
🔥Once you take a few laps around the castle, you're completely calm and honestly, a bit sleepy. Heat Miser notices your drowsy demeanor and picks you up bridal style in one fell swoop. He carries you to the guest bedroom and tucks you into a massive bed with silky sheets then kisses your forehead. If you ask him to stay he'll climb into bed and lay on top of all the covers. He throws an arm around you and tells you he loves you and just like that, you're out like a light.
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Author note: Sorry if this is not super comforting, but I tried my best and I hope it makes someone out there happy this winter season! Stay safe and have a wonderful day!
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You should write something where maybe one of the other boys gets sick and y/n is taking care of them maybe even letting them lay against her and Harry gets super jealous and y/n has to go and talk to him and he’s just acting like a straight child all like “Get away f’me.” and pouty ahahha.
A/N: I'm finally back!!! I had to leave for a while to focus on ending the year strong but I am now back and hoping to post every-other day until I am done with the requests in my inbox!
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Tw: sickness, slight angst, fluff at the end
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Now anyone in or out of health care knows this one little fact. Men are absolute babies when it comes to being sick. By now I was used to it. The “y/n my stomach hurts, i'm going to die!!” and the *sniffle* *cough* “are you okay?” “oh my god, yes i’m fine why would you even say that!” To be honest most of the time I ignore fifty percent of their complaining, treat their symptoms and by the next morning they are fine. But every once in a while they aren't being dramatic.
“Mhhh” Even from the opposite side of the bus I could hear him groaning in his sleep.
“Niall?” no response. It couldn't be that he was sleeping and making those noises at the same time.
“Uhhh '' Alright so maybe he was. We had been driving for about ten hours when Niall fell to the bug. I had been doing my best to keep it from the boys but somehow despite my best efforts, it made it through. He was the first so far, but probably not the last. If one boy gets sick, the others always get it. The bug had been moving quickly through the crew staff, hitting at least three people a week. My once solitary and quiet med bus was now full to the brim with groaning patients. The other unfortunate side effect of this; I couldn't no longer sleep in the same bed as my boyfriend. Well, at least not until this infection is out of the way and I'm not scared of him getting sick.
I walked out of the back rooms to see Niall passed out on the med bay couch, face down and groaning louder than a truck horn in his sleep. I had seen Niall sick before. Hell I've had to wipe vomit off of his face before, but this shit was brutal. And I won't lie, the toll of not being able to escape it at all for the past few weeks has been getting to me. My sleep is constantly interrupted by alarms on my phone going off to remind me to check everyone on the bus, refill their fluids, check their temperatures, and administer medication if needed. I haven't been able to talk to my boyfriend in weeks for longer than five minutes. At this point I was almost praying to get the virus just to have a week off. Except maybe without the fever, and then sore throat, and the nausea. So maybe not.
“Ni” I shook his shoulder lightly to attempt to wake him up. Nothing.
“Niall” Again, nothing. I could only be grateful that right now he was the only one sick. Finally with a big snort and a flip onto his back his cloudy eyes opened.
“Hey bud, how ya feeling?” He groaned once more and shut his cloudy eyes.
“Nope. None of that. I know you're going to hate me but it's time for more meds.” Nothing but another groan.
An hour or two later we finally found ourselves at a hotel, a wayside stop for a few days until everyones feeling better and the boys are able to perform. The second we got off the bus- me with several bags of medical supplies along with my actual suitcase, and Niall with a single backpack underneath the blanket he had wrapped around himself like a cloak- Harry came up to me with a frown on his face.
“Long time no see love bug” He moved in to kiss me but I gently placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back a step.
“I will not get you sick. Remember how bad it was last time? No way. I love you, but no.” He pouted like a child being told no and hung his head.
“Baby, I promise the second Ni is better we’ll be spending all day together, we just have to be careful, that's all” while his head was still facing down I thread my fingers through his hair and gave his scalp a little massage. After I was done speaking I gave him a light kiss on his head.
“Now come on, let's get inside so we can all get our keys and go to bed, Okay?” Still pouting, he nodded at me and continued in without saying another word.
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Once we were all inside Paul was standing at the desk waiting with keycards in his hands to give us our rooms. He started with the crew and then once they had all filed off to their rooms he gave the other boys their room keys. Lastly, he handed one to me. The last one.
“Sorry y/n they’d only give me one key for the both of you” Harry standing with the other boys around me walked forward.
“Don't know what you mean Paul, I’ve got the other key right here?” I signed and turned to face him.
“Haz-”
“Oh. you'll be sharing a room with Niall then, won't you.”
“Yes. I need to keep an eye on him tonight make sure his fever doesn't come back-”
“Whatever” I took a step back, feeling the lash of his tone on me. Did he really think this was fun for me? This is my job, the whole reason I get to be here touring with him in the first place, it doesn't just suddenly disappear whenever he wants it to. I took a deep breath. It's fine. He's just frustrated, just like I am, that's all. This cant be easy for him either.
“We might not be able to share a room tonight but I do hope you’ll still come say goodnight before you go to sleep?” I tried to reach out a hand and was coldy rejected.
“Maybe. I wouldn't want to disturb the both of you.” I made a surprised scoff and looked over at Niall who was standing behind me with an equally surprised look on his face. Before I would even respond, he was off to the elevators without aso much as a look behind him.
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After a few hours of television watching and unpacking in our hotel room it was time for Niall's least favorite activity. Taking his meds.
“Niall?” I found him again face down on one of the beds in the room, not asleep this time, just hiding from the light.
“No. I won't do it this time.”
“Hate to tell you but I have dealt with non-compliant patients before and usually it ends up worse for them than it does for me.” He dramatically flipped over and layed starfish on the bed for a moment before slowly pulling himself up to a sitting position.
Twenty minutes after he had taken his meds, like always with Niall; he began to groan my name while I was attempting to take a shower for a moment of peace. Like any good physician I ignored the first two and after not hearing a third, went out to check on him.
“Ni? Are you okay?” He was in a fetal position with his eyes closed taking deep breaths.
“Puke. definitely going to puke.” I cringed a little and grabbed one of the anti-nausea meds from my bag.
“Here. Put it under your tongue, it should work pretty quick.” He did as I said and continued groaning. In a moment of pity I grabbed my book and hopped onto the bed beside him.
“What-”
“If you're going to be miserable it's the least I can do to not make you be alone” I moved up on the bed and patted my lap with one hand.
“Come on, you big baby” He placed his head on my lap and I opened my book, beginning to read from the page I had dogeared. Not twenty minutes later Niall was fast asleep and I left him laying with his head on my lap as I read my book in peaceful silence. Peaceful that is until a certain someone knocked on the door.
“You can come in Harry, it's unlocked.” He stepped in and right away turned what looked like a sorrowful- even remorseful- look, into one of pure fire.
“Really, y/n”
“Haz- '' I didn't get the chance to say another word before he was out of the room and walking quickly down the hall. I carefully untangled myself from Niall- who by some grace of god was still asleep- and chased Harry down the hall.
“Harry!” I grabbed his arm and he pulled away.
“Get away f’me”
He continued walking down the hall, and I almost let him until I snapped.
“Harry Edward Styles don't you dare act like a child and walk away from me right now!” He stopped in his tracks at the tone in my voice but didn't turn around.
“Do you think that this is fun for me? Not being able to see you at all for weeks, having to stay away from everyone and anyone just in case I could get them sick. Having to constantly be on call and working for days at a time?”
Now he turned around.
“While you have been out there, acting like a pouting child with the rest of your friends I have been trying to make poor Niall feel even the slightest bit better!” I paused for a breath. “So don't you dare try and make me feel bad about comforting our friend. Dont. you. Dare!”
I realized then that a few tears of exhaustion and frustration had slipped down my cheeks. I swiped them off and waited in buzzing quiet as he walked toward me. His head was facing the ground when he finally got over to me.
“Im stupid.” he finally said in a small voice. He reached out and put both his hands on my arms, still respecting the distance I wished to maintain, but allowing some sort of comforting touch for the both of us.
“Yeah, you have been.”
“Does it help if I say that I'm sorry and I never should have acted like a child because you were just helping Niall?”
“Of course it helps Harry”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“I mean, a little. You acted like a douche.” he let out a disappointed huff, but still nodded in agreement.
“Are you mad enough that we should talk about it more before we both go to bed?” I thought for a minute but the second I looked up at his cinnamon roll curls I knew the answer. I let out a dramatic sigh and opened my arms.
“No. come here” after a hug that the both of us had been waiting for over weeks, he released me and gave me a short kiss on the top of my head.
“Goodnight love.”
“Goodnight.”
So finally I made it back to my room, turned out the lights and settled into my own bed. It was colder without him in it.
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“y/n/n” someone whispered in my ear and I jumped awake. Harry stood over me pale and looking half dead.
“Oh no. oh god no. you've got it don't you.” he did a slight nod before throwing off his shoes and jumping into the bed with me. One part of my brain went warm, comfy. The other was screaming expletives at him and myself for not being more careful. He nestled up next to me and placed his head in the crook of my shoulder.
“Well, at least now you get to hang out with me
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Just A Fraction - Mild Smut
Silco x Reader Anxiety Attack Comfort
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || WC: 2497
Content Warnings: Anxiety/Panic Attack, Comforting Anxiety/Panic Attack, Mild Smut
Context: Within the tempting offer of a work-free evening, Silco suggests he and his partner, Ezra, get comfortable (in a sexy way). Struggling with negative experiences from the past, Ezra is struck by a panic attack and Silco, being the gentleman he is, walks her through it.
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“Hello, princess,” Silco hummed, a cunning grin plastered onto his face. He was standing in front of his desk, leaning back onto it with his hands, one leg crossed in front of the other. Ezra had only just walked into the room after being called up by Sevika, but she wasn’t surprised in the least. Unable to hide the growing smile on her face, she closed the door and sauntered forward. Silco pushed off the desk to meet her halfway, one hand going to her waist and the other to hold her jaw. “I see you didn’t need me for anything work-related,” Ezra pointed out, and Silco confirmed with a kiss, just a quick peck on the cheek. “I don’t have any meetings, errands, or work to catch up on this evening,” he said, peppering more kisses on Ezra’s face. “I’m wondering if you’d like to…” Silco ventured to her neck, licking and kissing eagerly. “Perhaps spend some time together?”
Ezra lifted her hands, one locking fingers onto Silco’s vest and the other holding the base of his head, brushing the short, trimmed hair there and pressing him further into her neck. She found it hard to form a response with Silco sucking bruises on her skin that she would no doubt later have to hide with a turtleneck, but she managed. “I would like that,” she whispered, tightening her hold on Silco’s vest. She could feel him smile against her as he continued to litter her jaw, neck, and collarbone with kisses and bites.
“Tell me if anything is wrong,” he said, kneading Ezra’s sides with thin fingers. She nodded, but Silco didn’t seem to like that very much. He pulled away. “Words, lovely,” he whispered. “I need words.” His thumb pressed into Ezra’s lower lip with the slightest pressure, forming a small pout. Ezra waited for Silco to move his hand before she spoke. “I will tell you if something is wrong,” she confirmed, earning an approving grumble from Silco. “Good girl,” he growled before diving back into Ezra’s neck.
Uneven teeth bit against the hickeys on her skin, hands clutching her hips tightly as he pulled her against him. Ezra was guided backwards until she was pressed against the door, Silco’s lips pressing hungrily against hers. She could do nothing but hold him, left arm going around the back of his neck - careful not to touch with her hand - and right hand holding the scarred side of his face.
Soon, Silco was back at her neck and collarbone, letting his hands venture up Ezra’s shirt. She felt the pads of his fingers inching up her stomach, reaching for her breasts and suddenly became very aware of how close he was to her, of how his hands had pushed past the protective barrier of her clothes. A breath caught in her lungs at the thought of invasion and she exhaled shakily, making a feeble attempt to physically swallow her rushing heart rate, quickly becoming much more scared than excited. She tried to calm herself but every breath she took was too short, it didn’t satiate the sudden burning need for air. Her mind swam, something wasn't right, the sudden feeling of being in danger was consuming her.
Everything happened too fast, Ezra’s breath quickened before she finally gasped for air, her hands pushing against Silco’s chest. Silco was off in less than a second, hands retracting as he backed away from Ezra, giving her space. Her hands clutched her chest as if clawing her lungs through her skin and bones would make them work properly.
“I can't-'' she wheezed, pulse pounding in her ears and air thinly escaping her. “I can’t breathe.” Silco’s eyes widened with panic and he carefully approached Ezra, guiding her to the sofa nearby. She sat down, hands shaking like she were her own high-magnitude earthquake and legs trembling just as much. Tears were streaming down her face and Silco took one of Ezra’s hands in his, her other hand holding tight onto the front of her shirt, the fabric heaving up and down with her panicked sobs. “3-3-3 rule, remember?” Silco said, thumbs brushing over the back of her hand. “Three things you hear.” Ezra closed her eyes and exhaled out slowly, shakily, her breath uneven as it passed her lips. “Your breathing,” she started, nodding slowly as if to encourage herself and Silco nodded with her, but she didn’t see it. Ezra thought for a moment. “I hear skin.” Again unseen, Silco looked down where his hands soothed hers, the gentle caress producing a brushhh sound. “Good, very good,” Silco praised. Ezra swallowed again but a sob broke it, resulting in an unceremonious snort. She laughed at the sound but that broke too, leading to another pathetic noise. “I can hear my tinnitus,” she finished, opening her eyes to Silco’s gentle smile. Her heart was still pounding but it was less overwhelming, not as frantic. Her fingers loosened on her shirt and she lowered that hand to let Silco take hold of it.
“Now three things you see,” Silco said, and Ezra looked around the dimly-lit office. Her eyes flickered back and forth between a few items, picking the more vague, simple things to focus on to keep her still rapid breathing out of her immediate thoughts. “The bookshelf.” Silco nodded, observing the bookshelf and then Ezra’s hands, not shaking so badly. “The stained glass window.” Ezra took a deep breath in and then out, the task much easier than before. “The floor.” Letting the words leave felt like a relief, the completed second step out of three.
“Good,” Silco praised again, his hands leaving Ezra’s. “Now move three parts of your body,” Silco instructed, and Ezra adhered. She lifted her hand and rotated the joint of her wrist, stretched out her legs, and rolled her shoulders back. Silco smiled at her, the awkward gesture seeming to question her state of mind. “Better,” she said, answering the unspoken query. Silco nodded, his eyes falling to Ezra’s hands as he took them again.
“What was the trigger?” he asked, his slight accent peeking through more prominently when he said the word ‘what’. Ezra looked at Silco for a moment, hesitating before she answered. “Your hand in my shirt,” she said weakly, drying her eyes with the sleeves of her shirt and returning her hand to Silco’s. She didn’t really want to let go of him, he felt like her grounding rock at that moment, like she would drift off if she let go for too long. “At least I think it was.” She didn’t think that, she knew, but the almost ashamed look on Silco’s face made her not want to be sure that’s what it was. Was there any way to convince herself that he knew it wasn’t his fault ever?
“I’m sorry,” he said, and Ezra was quick to cut him off. “Please don't apologize, it's not your fault.” Her words rushed out as she tried to push down the guilt flooding her chest, shaking her head as if to physically dismiss the anxiety. Silco lifted a hand and wiped away a stray tear from Ezra’s cheek, his hand lingering for a moment before he brought it back to his lap. “I was moving too fast,” he said. Ezra made to speak up but Silco shushed her with a small twitch of his lips. She didn’t know how he did that; it shocked her to say the least, but she didn’t think too hard about it. “I should have asked before doing something like that.” Silco’s heterochromatic eyes seemed to pierce Ezra’s soul. He was more serious than she wanted him to be.
“It's fine,” Ezra assured, giving Silco’s hands a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sorry it was so out-of-nowhere, we can try again if you want.” She had meant for the suggestion to sound a bit more cheery than it ended up coming out as, and her weak smile probably didn’t do much to help convince Silco that she was fine.
The kingpin himself seemed uncomfortable with the suggestion. “I think we should just try picking it up tomorrow.” His voice was hushed, catering to the fact that Ezra was still recovering from her panic attack. She hated how easily he could read her because that meant he knew she was in a fragile state. “No,” she said, it almost sounded like a childish whine. “No I can continue if you want, if you’re still riled up.” Silco looked down. “I’m fine now, everything’s fine,” Ezra whispered. She could hear that lie seep past her lips with no degree of persuasion and it made her cringe internally.
“Don’t think about me and what I might want,” Silco said, seeming to scold Ezra like she was a child. “You’re clearly not ready to do this today. We can try again tomorrow.” What?! Ezra’s brow furrowed, unknowingly by her, and she sputtered to find her words. “Not ready?” She was aware of the almost accusing tone she held, but she was too mad to care. “Do you think I’m not capable of having a sexual relationship or something?” Despite his controlled temperament and calm gaze in the face of Ezra’s frustration, Silco remained firm with his follow-up. “I think you’re perfectly capable of a sexual relationship. But as a result of your prior experiences, you are also perfectly capable of a negative reaction to intimacy.” Silco’s hands shifted to close over one of Ezra’s, holding tightly. “I don’t blame you, nor do I find it annoying. However, you must stop trying to put yourself in a position where you think you’re overreacting, that you’re unjustified, or degrading my experience or enjoyment.” Silco’s eyes still did not leave her. “Do not ever think that your reaction to something like this is not justified.”
Ezra thought for a moment, letting the words sink in. She knew Silco was right, and she knew what he was talking about; trying to act like she was comfortable for other people, worried that her boundaries would inhibit the other party’s pleasure. Ezra felt her shoulders relax, her entire upper body slumping forward just slightly until she gave into the need to hold and be held. She leaned into Silco, wrapping her arms around his familiarly thin waist and burying her face against his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered into his shirt. She felt her nose burn with oncoming tears but she held them back to the best of her abilities. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” Silco said, one arm folding around Ezra’s middle while the other cradled the back of her head, holding her close to him. “I don’t want you to be concerned with my enjoyment when you’re upset, that’s all,” he whispered, voice lowering with every passing second until all Ezra could hear was his breathing just above her ear. She nodded and the tears she tried so desperately to resist came forward. It felt like they just suddenly flooded out of her eyes, but she couldn’t muster up the words, ‘Sorry for soaking your shirt.’ She doubted Silco would want to hear her say sorry again anyhow.
Ezra let the tears flow once they had started, left with no energy to try to stop them, and eventually she couldn’t tell which was soaked more; her face or Silco’s shoulder. Silco calmed her through it though, running a hand over her back and whispering gentle assurances as she coughed up pitiful sob after pitiful sob.
After some variable amount of time - Ezra didn’t bother to check the clock when she began crying and when she stopped - Ezra pulled off Silco’s shoulder, settling to rest against him. Silco’s hand remained on her back, drawing gentle shapes with his fingers.
“I understand,” he whispered, holding Ezra close to him. She couldn’t help but think in the moment how his arms around her felt like a blanket, gentle and warm. A much needed and much appreciated comfort. “It took me a very long time to be able to trust people with…” He paused, audibly taking a breath. “Within sexual relationships.” Ezra listened quietly, letting Silco be candid in the moment. “And it took me much longer to trust myself,” he admitted, looking down at Ezra with eyes that observed every inch of her. Her brow furrowed in question. “Yourself?” Silco nodded. “I had to learn and trust myself not to push people away.”
Ezra tried not to show it too obviously but she was surprised at how open the kingpin was being, considering the reservation he tended to prefer. Of course she wasn’t complaining, it was uplifting to listen to Silco talk about his emotions, personal thoughts, what goes on in his mind. Ezra highly doubted she would ever know or understand half of what was really in his mind, but just a fraction of all the possible emotion, vulnerability, openness, or trust; that was good enough for her.
“What I’m intending to say is that I sympathize with you.” Silco’s voice was soft, gentle, genuine. “I want you to know that you can take as long as you need to process your emotions or become comfortably intimate with me.” A smile grew on his face, subtle but not entirely unnoticed, and rather sly. “Trust that I’ll be fine. I have working hands that may cater to my fix if need be.” Ezra snorted out a laugh into her hand and she heard Silco breathe out a small chuckle as well.
“You gross old man,” she muttered, sitting up and wiping her face dry. Silco released a sudden, dry cackle, his head cocking back as he laughed. “Don’t be a smartass, lovely. I simply find myself a resourceful individual,” he drawled, leaning forward and kissing Ezra’s forehead. She rolled her eyes. “You’re a horndog,” she jabbed, earning a dismissive shrug from Silco. “A high stress job requires frequent stress relief.” He crossed his arms over his narrow chest, lifting his leg to rest it over his knee.
“Whatever you say,” Ezra breathed, standing up from the sofa and tidying herself, smoothing down her shirt and drying her face once again. Silco huffed out another small laugh, lifting a hand to shoo Ezra out. “If you insist on berating me then go,” he said, plucking a book off a nearby shelf and flipping through the pages. Ezra stalled for a moment with a slight pout hanging on her lips.
“It’s not my intention to offend you but I’ll go regardless,” she said, bringing her hands behind her back and locking her fingers together. “I’ll just go to bed early tonight.” Silco thought for a moment and nodded. “I’ll be there within the next hour or so,” he said, watching as Ezra approached. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, seeing just the slightest of smiles on his face as she turned to walk out.
Just a fraction of all that emotion.
#panic attack#panic comfort#anxiety comfort#silco#arcane#fluff and smut#tooth rotting fluff#mild smut#i love this fic so much i just hate the title#its a shitass title#i couldnt come up with anything better#im very disappointed
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Okay. But why does the universe play with me like this?!?!
I’ve been having some anxiety issues today and this guy that I’m friends with was with me when one was happening. He is married and in the military. I don’t go for either of those because I respect his wife enough to not cross boundaries and I just don’t date military people in general (I can’t do all the moving around, but I respect what they do for our country).
ANYWAYS, apparently this man reads me like an open book and just came up to me and opened his arms at the end of the night. I, of course, all but fell into him. He hugged me really tight for a good minute while reminding me that it was all gonna be okay, I was gonna make it through is, and that it was okay for me to cry.
I mean COME ON.
I honestly could have stayed there forever. I was immediately starting to calm down. He gives those hugs were his arms are tight enough to keep a firm hold on you without hurting you. He knew exactly what to say and he had no troubles or qualms about stepping in and grounding me when he saw that all my usual techniques were failing and I was falling apart.
I literally would date and marry him if I could. Forget all my qualms about the military because if THIS is what I get in return, I think I could settle for moving around a lot. I mean, been fighting falling apart for HOURS before he came and just wrapped me in his arms. I wasn’t worried about my tears or that we were in public. He just wanted to make sure I knew he had my back and that I calmed down.
I need a man like him. He is exactly what I would want. Like, I have a personality type. Not a physical type. And HE IS IT.
Why does God need to test me?!?!?! 😭
#anxiety comfort#anxiety tw#anxiety attack#im cryin#he’s too sweet#I need a man#personality over looks#personality type over body type#if a man can calm me with a hug#I wanna be with someone like that#his wife is lucky#yes I’m jealous#no I’m not ashamed of my jealousy
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`⛧·˚꒰ "it was only a dream, love." ꒱
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- A/N : A little cute, comfort drabble I wrote at 3am about my oc and my besties oc, since the two are dating! I hope you enjoy !
Genre : Comfort !
Summary : My oc, milo woke up from a nightmare after failing asleep with his boyfriends, but one of them wakes up, then stays awake to calm and comfort him! (I will begin posting info about my original characters and link it in my masterlist, thats soon to be made)
Content / warnings: Petnames, Mentions of medications, use of pills, Panic attacks, hyperventilating (let me know if I missed something that needs to go here.)
If you like my writing, I do take requests!! I'll write for any Fandom i have in my Fandom list! Feel free to ask about any you don't see! SFW or suggestive, just not straight smut!
Please reblog! /nf but It will really help me out!!
I appreciate any feedback you have to offer !
I have attempted to proofread, but please do let me know if I missed any errors !!
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It was almost two by now, the three hadn't intended to stay up this long. Far from it actually. They were only making a couple, no, a few dozen s'mores. Caspian had ate the most. He loved s'mores. Milo did as well, but hadn't ate near as many. After all, he already couldn't sleep without a pill. However, Caspian had still fallen asleep, hugging his stuffed bear, 'teefs,' despite the amount of sweets he'd ate, and Milo, he only had his head resting against Zack. He couldn't fall asleep without the pill he'd neglected to take, or so he hadn't been able to for a very long time. It had been 15 years since he'd done that, yet here he was, outside, falling asleep on one of his loving boyfriends. Hopefully Zack wouldn't mind because Milo hadn't even realized. He was sleeping, without a pill. Hopefully he'd stay that way, stay peacefully sleeping.
Zack was able to carry him and Caspian both inside without even waking Milo. Able to change him, lay him in the bed with their other boyfriend, then able to crawl in the bed himself without waking him. That peace, that serenity lasted only 3 hours before Milo jolted awake, in a cold sweat, breathing heavy yet taking abnormally quick breaths as tears threatened to spill from his wide eyes. Surely not getting enough air into his lungs. His heart was racing as he laid back, hands covering his mouth to stop his frantic breathing from waking his sleeping boyfriends. A nightmare. One of the reasons he had to take sleeping pills in the first place. He couldn't breath. That's all he knew. He was hyperventilating, having a panic attack from it. All the while harming himself by trying to stay quiet laying between his boyfriends. Making it worse. He was pale. Very pale. Something Zack would notice when he woke up, thinking Milo simply faked being asleep until he seen that, then finally pulled Milo's shakey hands away from his mouth. A meek, quiet whine came from Milo, not fighting against him once the tears began rolling down his cheeks while Zack shushed him. Holding him in his chest, rubbing his back, brushing the tears away, trying to get his breathing to regulate. Get his heart rate to slow.
Milo wasn't doing him any favors by repeatedly muttering, stammering quietly into his chest, barley even coherent, "can't....breath-....feel-....sick-....zack....-" in quick breaths. He couldn't breath, he could hear his heart beating, so loud and fast he was almost positive Zack could hear it too. He felt faint, he felt sick, had he not been so frantic, he would have wondered if he'd taken his other meds. Certainly he did, right? His medical issues were sure to begin acting up if he even calmed down from that episode, maybe they were acting up even now, but he wouldn't know, he wasn't even thinking in his current state. Too busy trying to focus on Zack's voice that sounded underwater through the ringing and heartbeat in his ears. "Shhh, love, you're okay. Don't panic" he heard Zack say, again, "im here, nothings gonna hurt you, just breath" he was trying to focus on Zack's voice, not making another sound as he focused on everything coming from Zack, tears streaming down his face. He heard him talk whisper again, "shh shh, it was only a bad dream baby, just a dream, it's okay now" he soon held on to Zack tightly, barely getting out a faint, whined "please" when Zack moved to get off the bed, not wanting to be left.
Zack soon pulled Milo on top of him rubbing his back gently, kissing his forehead, comforting him as Milo buried his face in his chest, even as Zack picked him up. He was calming down by the time he was in thr bathroom, sinking down he the floor while Zack wet a towel that he soon placed of the back of Milo's neck. Milo's raspy, faint voice could be heard "I don't wanna go back to sleep..." Zack gave him a soft smile, using his thumb to rub his tear stained face, and he whispered "you don't need to baby, let's go make you some tea to calm down" and that's what they did. Zack made Milo some tea while Milo sat, apologizing for waking him, keeping him up, for crying, anything he could think of he was apologizing for it, Zack only gave him a soft smile, telling him how okay it was.
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- A/N : I do hope you enjoyed my bad writing ! It will get better in the future (I hope-) anyways, thank you for making it to the end !
Feedback is appreciated!
#comfort#panic attack#anxiety attack#anxiety comfort#comfort drabbles#drabble#original character#its bad i know#nightmare#nightmare comfort#my writing#my characters#drabble i guess#fluff fic#fluff writing
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