request: Hi love! Can I request a peter parker one shot or small blurb about Peter helping his girlfriend through panic attacks and living with anxiety? Thanks so much! (tumblr ate up the inbox message but luckily i copied it)
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“baby. you gotta breathe for me, okay?”. you can barely hear peter over your own wheezing. your anxiety had gotten the better of you, this was your second panic attack today. and for what reason? you’re not entirely sure. all you know is that it’s getting harder to breathe.
“y/n”. peter never calls you by your name. that only happens when he’s angry or worried. although he wasn’t showing it, the boy was terrified. he had never seen you this bad before and his usual tactics weren’t working. you had already tried to slow your breathing and name certain objects in the room, but you couldn’t focus at all.
so peter did what he did best. he just held you, and let you know that he was there for you.
peter sat on the floor next to your rigid figure and slowly peeled your hands away from your face. slowly, but surely, he positioned you so your back was in his chest. his back rested against his bed frame. peter comfortingly rubbed up and down your arms and thighs, quietly telling you that he’s here for you. eventually your breathing slowed down, enough for you to weakly call out his name.
“i’m right here, angel” he tells you. peter gives your temple a kiss as you cry softly, resting the back of your head against him. at least you stopped hyperventilating. this was progress.
“that’s it” he praises you. he laces one of his hands with yours and squeezes it. peter waits patiently with you until your cry dies down and becomes light sniffles. “good girl’ he whispers. you shift you weight and curl into him, resting your temple against his collarbone. peter rubs your back soothingly and it makes you sigh.
“i’m so tired” you whimper. your eyes flutter close after your statement. peter knows how much stress an attack can put on your body. which is why he doesn’t press you for anything more. he knows all you need is a good night’s rest.
“i know, i know” he says softly. the hardwood under him wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, but he’ll deal with the soreness later. all he cared about right now was making sure his girl felt better.
“just rest baby”
