Hey, I love all your work, and I was just wondering if you want to, a reader x TMR, hurt/comfort fluff, where the reader suffers from anxiety, and the person (who you chose) helps them with a panic attack
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO!!
I also just want to say that I love your work β€π«Ά
awe thank you!!! and yes ofc i can do this for you!! and again tysm that literally made my day π«Άβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ ; tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; also i decided to just go with a preference format for this cause lowkey i dont like writing full oneshots for topics like this cause ill dwell and ramble and itll be super boring, plus i wantwd to kinda include everyone lol
TMR ; anxiety and panic attacks
includes ; newt, minho, gally, frypan, brenda, aris, sonya, harriet
warnings ; language, panic / anxiety attacks
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NEWT
lowkey as someone whos dealt with depression and suicidal thoughts, he probably has the most experience when it comes to anxiety
he'll listen to you ramble about what you're freaking out about if he doesn't have any previous context and just stare at you with understanding eyes
makes you feel so heard and seen that hes not undermining you
he hits you with hard facts even though he knows it may not be the worlds best outcome, but he also wants you to know that he has your back
anything you fear, he'll protect you from it. the grievers, wckd, the flare, he'll protect you no matter what
he honestly seems like the type to tear up about it later when hes alone, sitting somewhere private and staring up at the sky
hes not the type who can handle seeing his best friend/s / partner in a constant state of fear / straight up breaking down
he doesn't understand how he's getting through it, so he doesn't know what to really say, but he knows how to use words of affirmation and physical comfort to his advantage
MINHO
i genuinely hc that minho has clinical anxiety and masks it with being tough / a quick thinker, aka when he feels a terrible wave incoming, he tries to do something to distract himself or tries to mask it
and he knows this isnt healthy, but he also doesn't like breaking down and being vulnerable
he ran through that maze filled with death machines nearly every day for three years, he's fought back with guns and pure speed, endured torture he doesn't even remember
so he sort of doesn't really know how to help someone else when they're having a full fledged panic / anxiety attack
he'll listen and try to tell you everythings okay, but hes constantly apologizing cause he doesnt really know how to help you
he'll 100% listen and try to make it better, but sometimes his efforts are futile
he tries thinking of what he'd like to hear when he's in this state, and realizes he'd just want a hug and a push to keep going, so he starts giving you some talk to boost your confidence and hugs
the effort really makes it like mean something you know???
even if its not what you need, it helps
GALLY
gally knows no fear bro /hj
he'll listen and comfort you, but in dire times he doesnt have time cause like... he doesnt want either of you to die so he'll just scoop you up and run with you if you can't
like he's seen you freeze in fear and just like... look like youre shutting down, so hes not risking shit
he knows theres a lot of shit running through your mind, so he'll never ever try to assume how you feel or try to say stupid shit
his only real way he knows works for you is like physical comfort or just distracting you
he'll remind you of funny memories or he'll carry certain items around just for you to fuck with, old bandanas, some sticks tied together in a circle-y shape, etc, like handmade apocolypse fidget toys
sometimes he'll just straight up draw on you with pens / markers hes found and kept from the last city / wckd bases
FRYPAN
hes a sit down and listen guy
hes mostly the kind of person youd go to when you just need someone to listen to you and wrap you in a tight ass hug
he understands grounding is like one of the things you definitely need when you're super anxious / in the middle of an attack
sometimes he'll just pick you up and spin around so you can get your mind off whatevers bothering you especially if its small / dealing with other people in the glade or safe haven
he'll literally start out asking if you just want his presence and don't want him to talk and just listen or if you want him to respond and help you
BRENDA
she'll typically debunk your fears / give you some words of affirmation
she understands your fear, especially since shes been surviving this world for so long, and a lot of it on her own
she doesnt want to persay debunk, but help you see the light and help you understand your brain is making you see things differently
she says things as they are / is kinda blunt but like it sorta helps
shes never gonna tell you sunshine and rainbows but shell also never tell you that someones gonna die or the flare is gonna reach the safe haven, cause its not gonna happen
shes keeping it real
if you want cuddles / physical affection she'll literally drop anything and everything
anything to make you feel even the slightest bit better
shes also just generally tough and masks her emotions / saves it for private time so she lowk speaks for you both
like gives you both a pep talk while you're the one crying. she'll stop and dwell and think and continue cause shes like "damn i guess i needed this too"
ARIS
hes shy and probably has social anxiety but that doesnt mean he has general anxiety and I'll stand on that
but i also feel like hed be very good at just general comfort cause he sorta derealizes his trauma and picks it apart
in another life hes a therapist or psychologist
but with picking his trauma apart comes some panic / anxiety attacks / mental breakdowns
so he uses those as reference when it comes to comforting you. like his brain thought process is when I solve certain math problems, like you know certain pieces so with that you just kinda mentally understand other parts yk?
lots of words of affirmation
if you need physical comfort you literally have to grab his hands and wrap them around you
he is an open shoulder to cry on, but he'll also feel a little awkward because he doesnt know if hes helping you feel better or not even if you specifically say youre crying because youre grateful for him and that he understands you / is trying to help
hes moreso nervous / doesnt wanna do anything to make you upset and in his mind crying = sad
he processes emotions weirdly / cannot understand them sometimes
lowkey feel like he could be an undiagnosed autistic im ngl
SONYA
very much a physical comfort giver
a hug is all she ever wanted when she was in her lowest, so she treats you and others how she wants / wanted to be treated
gives the most comforting back rubs and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, even if youre not romantic or not
she usually tries to bring comfort and distract you from whatever youre worrying about
like she'll remind you of good memories, find something for you to fidget with or break, etc
if youre like mid battle / trying to outrun cranks, she'll either find a way to hide you or with all her strength, pick you up and carry you to a safer location
nothing is stopping her when it comes to protecting you
HARRIET
another whos just open ears and down to listen
a lot of the time she doesnt say anything, she just sits with you and allows you to soak her prescence in
she doesnt wanna overwhelm you so she doesnt wanna act fast or say / do something that might make it worse
sometimes she'll just sit with you for hours and allow you to get it all out before speaking
she knows trying to de-escalate too fast can still be harmful and she doesnt want you to start masking / bottling your emotions up, so she allows a good cry before she does anything unless you demand it
she'll then give a long hug and assure you everything will be alright and let you play with her locs to get your kind off whatevers bothering you
sometimes she'll even get you things (glass bottles, anything glass really) to break to get any anger out cause she knows that sometimes you bottle anger into just general anxiety / get overwhelmed and dont know what to do
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Maybe Mid90s with r who has an ed or some other mental health issues? Maybe insomnia or self-esteem issues
Feel free to ignore if it makes u uncomfy. I read your rules and it didn't say anything about ed and stuff
ouuuu okay I can definitely do this!! and no worries, im fine w writing about ed / mental health issues, considering its shit ive struggled w before and reading content where it exists kinda helps lol ; ty for requesting, hope you enjoy!!
MID90S ; mental health
includes ; fuckshit, ray, fourthgrade, ruben (platonic) & stevie (platonic)
warnings ; language, eating disorders, self esteem issues (each has a different thing), weed
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FUCKSHIT
eating disorder
lowkey doesnt rlly know how to help
hes just going off instinct
always asking if youve eaten / how much
and he doesnt fall for that fake eating bullshit (think that one cassie and sid scene in skins where cassie shows how she "eats dinner")
he understands that he cant fix you
but that isn't gonna stop him from helping you (trying)
even if he sucks at showing it, he loves you
he knows he can only do so much but hes doing whatever he can to help
its the little things
he brings you comfort snacks to hang outs and reassures you that you dont have to eat, but if you feel hungry, eat
he carries a sharpie at all times to cross out nutrition values and calorie shit on the back of products
RAY
self esteem issues
he feels so bad because why is such a gorgeous person so unhappy with themselves?
he gets it tho, he lowk has some self esteem issues of his own
but hes doing the best he can
words of affirmation suddenly skyrocket and its his main love language
hes such a sweetheart :(
regularly calls you when youre apsrt to check on you
gives you notes every day to hype you up a bit
always gives a little "i love you" before separating and makes sure you heard, he will repeat himself a million times
never ever ever leaves you out of group hangouts and frequently hangs out with you alone as well
Ray x Reader and itβs him comforting ready who has anxiety? I struggle with everyday anxiety and Iβd love to see you write about that in the form of fanfiction
ooo okay i can definitely try!!! thankfully i do have major anxiety so i think i can write this accurately lol (moreso social anxiety for the most part but i hope thats okay, other tidbits will get added) ; tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy!!
RAY ; anxiety
summary ; ray x anxious!reader
warnings ; language, general anxiety problems, mentions of weed
word count ; 309
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he tries his best to ease you away from straight panic when he notices youre ab to have like a straight anxiety / panic attack
like holding onto your hand really tight or instructing you to breathe properly, just trying to help stop the loud from getting too far into your head
lots of words of affirmation after you do something you're not used to as well, like talking to cashiers, complimenting strangers, and just straight up telling people no (in case youre a people pleaser because youre fearful of repercussions of saying no)
hes so so so so supportive
rewards you in stolen snacks from the gas station as well
when he first started to see how bad your anxiety was, he suggested smoking / edibles to see if itd quiet your brain the way it did for him
whether or not that worked is up to you but its the thought that counted, the fact he trusted you enough with his stuff and promised nothing bad would happen was so kind
hes definitely almost like a parental figure / therapist mix when it comes to helping you out
if theres specific things you cannot be in the presence of, he will find workarounds / not do certsin things
like going x amount over the speed limit even on the highway or interstate, being too loud in public, walking too close to strangers in public, minor shoplifting etc
he understands
especially since hes gotten lots of anxiety training from stevie (lowk hc him as having anxiety dont come for me) he kinda knows what hes doing
he understands that he cant fix you but that isn't gonna stop him from helping you (trying)
regularly calls you when youre apart to check on you / make sure youre okay, especially if youre home alone at night
wasn't there that one video where one of the boys was hanging out in the cupboard?π
if i remember right idk
anyways reader's there as well and the dude ja points out a stupid ass obvious thing about them lol
- πͺ½π
istg I watched some vod / vlog of one of them in a cupboard... idk. can't remember who so we're going w larry today ; ty for sending your amazing prompts to me !!! hope u enjoy πͺ½π :D
LARRYCROFT ; cupboard chats
summary ; you're chilling in a cupboard w larry, who's trying to comfort you
disclaimers ; anxious! reader, overworked! reader, the stressors are described but kind of common? feel free to change as you read idgaf, reader is implied to have acne
word count ; 1k
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You didn't realize they were streaming. Your mind was just blank, you couldn't hear them anymore. You thought they went outside, or went somewhere. You didn't know why you were freaking out, you just were.
You were in the kitchen making instant noodles, and then your ears started ringing. You suddenly remembered all the work you had to catch up on, how you were gonna be up at seven tomorrow morning for work, and it's already eleven now. You knew you'd be the only one in your section of that stupid grocery store in the morning and you'd be running around trying to restock everything since your boss is on vacation and your coworker does everything but his job half the time. You had to catch up on editing videos, and clean up the house at some point since Isaac's mom was visiting next week.
It's just fucking suffocating you all at once, like it usually does. You're worrying about everything while they're upstairs fucking around. You have to work an outside job while balancing content creation cause you aren't making a liveable wage off your streams and videos. You can't let yourself fall back on helping with the bills and mortgage and everything else. They wanted you to go to Twitchcon with them, but you can't even think about affording a plane ticket, let alone an actual ticket to the event and help out with the costs of a hotel room.
The rapid beeping of the microwave sends you into a frenzy. You pull it open, feeling your chest tightening. You feel your heart begin to ache, like you're being cut open with unsterilized glass. You slam it shut, damn near breaking the thing, before rushing to the cabinets next to the ones below the sink, parallel to the fridge across the kitchen. You slide right inside, a somewhat perfect fit inside the empty unit.
You're just sitting there in the dark, feet up against the opposite side of the cabinet walls. You sit there for a good minute, biting your nails, picking at your face cause you can't stand the bumps and disgusting pimples covering your face. You're trying so hard to escape your responsibilities for just a minute in this dark, dingey cabinet while you hyperventilate and begin to cry. Tears stream down your face, leaving trails down your cheeks and onto your neck, some spilling off your jawline and onto your lap and shirt.
You just sit in there for a bit, crying and struggling to breathe. You know you'll be alright, considering how often you deal with these random attacks of anxiety and panic. It just sucks having no one to talk to about it. The boys don't really get it the way you do, and aren't that great at comforting you.
Yumi is just too fucking real. He tells you that life doesn't get better, but you gotta prevail through it or whatever. Nick is the same, but a little lighter on it. Still doesn't help. Tanner tries hyping you up, telling you that you're so awesome and cool, but you've never found yourself to believe it, so it never really helps. Isaac is the same way as Tanner and adds a little humor and physical affection. Still a bust. Larry tries making you laugh, which kind of helps, but it doesn't feel like he really gets you.
You sniffle, pulling your knees to your chest. As you do so, you pick up on footsteps growing closer in the kitchen. Then, the microwave opens. Damn. You forgot your noodles.
You hear a little sigh. It makes you feel even worse. Tears are still streaming down your face, your vision blurred.
The cabinet door opposite of where you sit opens, artificial light spilling into the space. Peeking his head in is Larry, whose face quickly softens as he sees you. Your eyes already look swollen and bloodshot. You're sniffling like crazy. You're soaked in your tears. He quietly exhales before sliding into the cabinet, pulling his knees to his chest like you have them. He closes the cabinet door as he fits inside, leaving it cracked just a bit so he can still see.
"What happened?" he asks quietly, seeing your chest rise and fall in a ragged pattern.
"Stressed out," you answer, wiping your face with your long sleeves. "Broke down while making my noodles."
He frowns, biting the inside of his cheek. "'m sorry. Is there something I can do for you?"
You shrug. "Not really."
He nods slowly before noticing you're picking at your face again. "You're picking at your face."
"I know"
"Dude, stop"
"Augh"
You pull your hands from your face, fidgeting with your fingers next.
"Why are you so stressed?" he asks kindly.
"Work. Editing videos. Trying to scavenge the money to pay for everything and finding the time to do other shit. I need to clean before Isaac's mom gets here-"
"That's not until next week." he comments, "It can wait. Worry about right now instead of days from now, okay? One day at a time. I told you that."
You nod, sighing as you feel your breathing return to normal. He's still sitting with you, just silent as you're clearly trying to calm yourself down.
He speaks after a few minutes. "Did us being loud set you off?"
"Didn't even realize you guys were still here," you mumble. "I thought you went somewhere,"
He shakes his head. "We were fucking around with those boxes upstairs. We were being really loud."
"Oh. I didn't notice"
"You want me to chill in here with you for a bit?" he asks.
"It's fine," you whisper.
"Dawg," he deadpans, "I don't like seeing you like this. It was rhetorical."
"Okay, okay," you chuckle, sniffling a bit.
"Where's your fuckin' headphones?" he asks, unraveling his tangled limbs.
"Counter."
He slinks out of the cabinet momentarily, complaining about his back as he grabs your headphones. He returns, handing them to you so you'd calm down with some music. He closes the cabinet door as you turn some music on, leaving one ear open so you could hear him if he spoke again.
He sits with you in silence for a solid twenty minutes before speaking again.
