How mha boys will react if you were having a panic attack
Bakugo Katsuki
You were just siting, doing your homework like you use to, as it started. The pain in your chest, hard breathing, it was new for you. You did had some anxiety attack but not that bad!
You when in the hallways of the dorms. Bakugo was with the bakusquad in the common room as you sat next to him. You started to shake. "Omg", you think, "I don't want him to see me like this!"
You tried to get up but Bakugo grabed your wrist. "Oi, what's wrong" He saw your shaking body and his mind just cliked. He got up and made you leave to your room.
"Hey" he said in a soft voice. "Its gonna be ok, you are safe with me". He rested your head on his chest. "Nothing could ever hurt you as long as im here"
After a little while, your breathing was normal again, but Bakugo holded you to sleep. You waked up the next day in his arms.
End
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A/N: I’ve been struggling with panic and anxiety attacks a lot again this month already, so I wrote a little fluffy comfort. Because, well… I can picture Eddie being so patient and cute and just ahhhh *screaming, crying…*
Word count : 1,7k
Warnings: anxiety attacks, nightmares, fluff/comfort, slight disassociation but it’s not that explicit
You jolt up in the middle of night, sweating and crying. Your heart beat increases and you start to breathe fast, shallow breaths. You clutch at your chest as it feels like it will burst with every tremor of fear that climbs up your insides and slides back down, giving you the butterfly effect.
It feels like the world is falling down and crushing you under its heavy weight. Your body's on fire as your fears are brought to life and panic streams through your body and mind. The walls around you are suddenly so close, you think they will crush you any second. Sobbing, you hold your head into your hands, trying to grasp your sanity. You feel as if your life is on a video reel but the sounds are distorted, and the film is held together by a shaky hand.You try to take deep breaths, but they escape your mouth as tiny gasps and you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping all this will end soon. You rock in the foetal position, trying to think of happy things, like music, the fall, and Eddie.
But nothing seems to help. Your thoughts are rushing at you so quickly that you can barely finish one before another has started. You lose control, losing your mind, losing all grasp of who you are. Out of control, no one to help, and no one to turn to. As time begins to speed up, your thought become less and less coherent, streams of blinding unrealities, cascading floods of ridiculousness and insanity. You feel just like a child again, shaking, terrified. The constricted feelings grow, as if you are strangled by just the air about you. Ribbons of red and yellow fly past your eyes, pink and orange assault your senses, overwhelming your mind with immeasurable amounts of unfiltered loudness. You tremble,wrapping your arms around yourself, waves of nausea adding to your misery.
What had brought this on? What would make it stop? What have you done? What in hell's name did you do to deserve this? These are the questions you ask yourself.
"Princess?" You hear a voice, distant, so incredibly far away. Your head is spins and you don't know how to snap out of it on your own. You feel disconnected from yourself and the world around you, everything so surreal, like you are detached from reality.
You whimper, feeling something warm and comforting on your skin, a hand, perhaps? It gently takes ahold of your waist and turns your body around, an arm now wrapped tightly around your middle as your palms are pressed up against someone's naked chest.
"Eddie..."
Gut-wrenching sobs tear through your chest, the sound of wailing and suffering echo throughout the room. You're so broken, so angry and sad. You just want this to end. You remove your hands from his chest, bringing them up to your face to hide away from him. You can't stand him seeing you like this.
"Eddie, I - I can't.." you manage to say, "I d-don't want this anymore. Just wanna die. I... I really hope I die. I think I'm dying." The sobs increase in caliber, louder and ricocheting like the worst fireworks he has ever heard inside of his skull.Eddie flinches at your words and his grip around you tightens subconsciously. His jaw clenches and he tries to hold in his own tears.
"Love, stop. Please breathe, I need you to breathe."
When you shake your head, a slight rocking motion taking over your body, he doubles his efforts. His fingers are gentle as they wrap around your wrists, encircling them entirely as he pulls them away from your face. Puffy, red, exhausted, you peer up at him. Your breaths are still uneven, painful in your lungs as you struggle to get them down.
You clench your eyes shut, pushing it down. Your head is screaming at you, replaying the nightmare you can't be bothered to remember in vivid detail across your eyelids. You can't so much as blink without the terror clotting in your vocal cords, emitting sobs that turn into coughs; minor suffocation that have Eddie holding both sides of your head firmly, making you meet his eyes.
"You can do it. Breathe with me." He situates himself against the wall next to his bed, drawing you into his lap and giving physical reminders of existence.His arms are draped around you securely, his chin gently resting on your shoulder as he feels you tremble and shake.
"Listen baby. I need you to breathe in as slowly, deeply and gently as you can, through your nose. And breathe out slowly, deeply and gently through your mouth."
You stare ahead, shaking, sniffling and wringing your fingers until they are raw. Your vision keeps flipping, shots of you and Eddie from afar, the world taken out of perspective, then you're suddenly thrust back into your own body, staring at your hands as if they are the problem and the solution all the same.
"Close your eyes and focus on your breathing."
His instructions, however, fall on deaf ears, as you just gasp and cry and whimper, incoherent pleas leaving your lips. You feel like you're drowning in water and struggling to keep afloat. You know you need to take a deep breath and calmly tread water. But every fiber of your being is making you want to splash your arms around wildly.
His heart pounds, guilt festeres, stomach churns. He feels helpless, wanting to help you out of this. But he feels like he’s bound. His mind is spinning, thinking about the best way to calm you down.
Music? Probably, but he doesn’t have the heart to let go of you to put on his stereo, scared that if he would do so, you’d slip away and fall deeper into that hole that’s currently swallowing you.
Eddie's been patiently waiting, but as the crying only worsens, he tucks you closer into his body, hiding you away and providing a world of your own. A world contained in gasping breaths and reassuring whispers, trembling fingers; the gaps and spaces between reality and the safe haven that he solely creates, designed for just you and him; a sanctuary. You are tangled up with him in the same proximity that you had been a thousand times before. Times of passion and euphoria, not of anxiety attacks and nightmares. Yet here you are, a new type of intimacy formed as he gives you a balm for your fear.
"You're safe. I'm here, I'm always here."
You listen to his steady breaths, trying your hardest to do the same, counting in your head, you take a deep breath before you breathe in for five seconds, hold it for five seconds, and then breathe out for five seconds. Done? Repeat.
Eddie watches you intently, his own heartbeat finally slowing down as he sees you are a whole lot calmer than before. Your hands are still shaking, silent tears running down your cheeks as you focus on the most important thing in life. He brings his lips up to your cheek, hands still holding you so tight, scared that if he lets go, you will fall into that frightening state of panic again, scared he would not be able to help you calm down this time around.
"There you go." He kisses away any tear that still slips, and you curl into him, trying to bring him impossibly closer. His warmth is suddenly a lot more prominent and your breathing relatively normal again. For a while, you just sit there with him, his fingertips tracing your skin gently as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
"Ed.” You mumble, heartbeat stabling as you keep matching the movements, the inhales and exhales of his chest. A mirror to copy from, guiding you back.
“Yes, love?” He is patient, letting you gather yourself gradually.
Eddie is a loud person. You always know when he enters a room, he’s making sure of it. He’s flamboyant and showy in the way he carries himself. What people don’t know, however, is this Eddie. The Eddie that will be uncharacteristically silent, guiding you through this mess. The Eddie that will make you feel safe and sound in his arms. The Eddie that puts your needs before his, always. The Eddie that cares.
For you, he isn’t Eddie the freak. For you, he’s Eddie, your freak.
You turn around weakly in his embrace to face him completely, and your orbs study him. His brown eyes are only half opened, long brown hair messy as the corners of his mouth edge up in a lazy, relieved smile. It's vibrant and warm, it's Eddie. You want to thank him, get lost in his presence and never let go, but at the same time, you want to apologize, want to get away from his grasp. Embarrassment rushes through you and then it just dawns on you; he has seen you at your worst even if you never wished for this to happen.
"I’m sorry.” you mumble, snapping out of the trance, minor waves of adrenaline still having you flinching every now and then.
He stares at you for a moment. Brushes away the tears you hadn’t even realized started falling again. Smiles at you in the way that always makes your heart soar.
"You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart. Wanna tell me what caused all this?" He asks with careful approach, not wanting to trigger anything. He has seen you similar to this before, and he knows very well what it feels to be seized by panic himself, but this? This sure was to another extreme. It felt like you got overpowered by panic and anxiety, swallowed by it. Consumed. Eaten.
"Nightmare." Is all you say. You can't talk about it yet, not after the exhausting few minutes you had just experienced. He nods his head in silent understanding.
“Want some water? Food? Or should I play some music?” He finally asks, but you shake your head at him. Your chest presses against his while your hands come up to his hair, comping through it gently to untangle his frizzy curls.
“I could also play something on my guitar if you’d be-" You cut him off with a sweet kiss, mouth moving smoothly against his while his fingertips trail over your bare back. You love to hear him play, you truly do, but right now there is only one thing you crave…
“Just want you close.”
"How close.” He breathes out, letting his lips ghost over your own, but not quite touching them.
"Impossibly close, you big tease.”
He kisses you. In this kiss is the promise of realness, of connection, the promise to never let you go.
Eddie is your safe haven, your sense of comfort in a word filled with darkness, the one piece of light that you have in your life. Your favorite place to go to when your mind searches for peace. Your sanctuary.
I feel that this show doesn't get enough praise on Tumblr at all. Not even CLOSE ENOUGH!
It's called "Close Enough", it's made by the creators of "Regular Show" and it's a show that really helped me recently!
Weeks ago I had a pretty bad Anxiety Attack and felt really awful, and when I put this show on. It helped me to calm down and cheer up.
Close Enough is a great show if you want a good laugh and enjoy it for what it is. Each episode is short (11 mins) and fairly self contained. Also I really love the artstyle too! If I was doing an animated show, this is the style of show I would be doing! Oh, and props to the VAs too especially Kimiko Glenn who voices my favourite character Bridgette! <3
As much as I love Moon Girl, Molly McGee and other recent animated shows, None have even come close to help me in a way that Close Enough did! It cheered me up in a scary moment of my life! I am so grateful for this show and if you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it! <3
Summary: Austin get frustrated with himself when he can’t get his lines right because he’s feeling the pressure of doing Elvis justice and has an anxiety attack in his trailer but you, his fiancé are there to help calm him down.
Hope you enjoy!:
Austin is in the middle of filming for Elvis and he is feeling the immense pressure on him to do the man proud. What if he fails? What if Lisa Marie and Pricilla hate the final product that came from his memories? You had come along today to keep an eye on Austin because you had heard from Baz the last couple days that Austin was incredibly nervous when out of character on set even to the point of even if Baz thought a take had not needed redoing, Austin would do it over and over and over until his throat is raw from overuse.
He's come home every day from set jittery and near tears so you had decided to come along today to try to stop his anxiety from escalating into a full blown attack if possible.
Austin just can't get seem to get this line out of his mouth. Getting used to the Elvis soft drawl has also caused him to stutter and choke on his words and he's trying so hard but he's now getting frustrated with himself and it also doesn't help that it feels like everyone is staring at him. Everyone is staring at him, they're filming him but he just wants to hide in a hole right now.
Knowing his history with anxiety over the years you two had decided on a sign that he can show you if he needs you to be bossy and get him help or out of a situation. And if you need to be mean to take care of Austin, you have no problem with it. Ignoring the crowd of crew around the camera he finds you in the crowd and subtly touches his fingers to his chin, acting as if it's just a yawn but you know what it really is. His sign for help.
"Guys I'm sorry I'mma need a five to ten minute break." Austin mumbles. You feel your heart breaking as he looks to Baz with pleading eyes. Baz's eyes cut to you reading the situation. "Yeah, yeah, of course. We'll take ten guys." He says louder to the crew who disperse and walk off.
Feeling the familiar burning behind his baby blue eyes, Austin darts off toward his trailer and your not far behind him.
You find him in the back bedroom of the trailer that he uses for late nights on set. He got himself as far away from the door. "Oh baby, hey." He's hunched on the bed, head in his hands sobbing into his palms. You crouch down, patting his knee gently letting him know you're there.
This isn't your Austin and it's worse that he is still in costume and doesn't really look like your Austin.
"Austin, hey, can you look at me?" You grab his wrist and try to pull it away from his face. And he lets you surprisingly but only because he wants his hand held. "I-I c-can't, I can't, I can't. I just can't get it." Holding of his hands you use your other to run your hands through his hair. "Get what baby?" He rocks forward, placing his head in the crook of your neck. "The lines. And what if they hate it and it's so hard being him. I want to be me again. I want to be me." You grimace at his words and the fact that your fingers can feel all the product in his jet black hair gelled into place.
"Austin listen to me. You are the most hardworking man I know. You will get it. You just need to take a minute, calm yourself and try again tomorrow. You've dove into this every day for a year and a half. I know it's scary being someone else for so long but the Austin I met is still in there. The gentle sweet thoughtful Austin is still buried in there somewhere. We just gotta find him. And you will get some bad apple reviews hellbent on hating everything but it's Baz's job to be authentic and make this film a fucking masterpiece. Do you trust him to help you make a masterpiece?"
He nods. "Yeah, I-I do." You nod, placing your hand on the back of his neck gently. "See, there you go. You guys are a team. He'll only lead you into success I promise you that. And Austin? You are more than enough, I promise you, love." Austin sniffs, nodding, staring intently at his shoes.
After a minute, Austin takes a full deep breath and shudders at the release of all of his muscles, looking into your eyes again. "I don't want to go out there again. I'm so tired." He says, on the verge of tears again. You nod understanding. "Yeah, you need to rest. You want me to talk to Baz?” Austin thinks for a minute but eventually nods. "Alright, you get cleaned up and I'll go talk to him."
You leave him to his devices and go to open the door where you find Baz standing below you hand raised in a fist, poised to knock. "I was just checking on him. He okay?" You shrug. "He really needs to rest. Is there anyway he can head home for the day. He thinks he's just been in character too long and he's getting frustrated with himself that nothing's perfect." Baz nods. "Yes, yes, go. We'll see you guys tomorrow morning." He turns around before remembering and turns his head back to you. "Y/N?" You nod. "Yeah?" Baz gives you a gentle smile. "Take care of our boy." You smile back. "That's something I'm really good at." He nods. "I know."
You turn back into the trailer to find Austin studying himself in the mirror, wiping at his nose with a tissue. "Did it go okay? Can I go home?" You nod, kissing his cheek. "Yeah, let's get you out of this getup and then we're free to go. And then when we get home first you'll nap okay?" He nods. "I can definitely do that."
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Woooo!! I did another one! I hope you like it! <3 Enjoy!
Any other autistic/ADHD/generally neuro diverse people have like panic attacks but positive??? Cause I’ll experience a positive emotion and then start literally breaking down because it’s so overwhelming. Anybody else have that?
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Anyone have something I can do for anxiety before I get meds for it? Because idk when or if I can get meds for it. I’ve tried breathing exercises, meditation, and a lot of other things. I’m just really struggling rn and idk what to do?
How mha boys will react if you were having a panic attack part 2
Shoto Todoroki
Like Shoto, you past wasn't the best. Your mother would always lock you in the closet, not letting you out for 2 days without any food or drink. Your father left right when you were born saying that you were " too ugly" for him to raise you. Because of that, everytime you were in a small place, you start to panic.
There was a party at one of your old friend's house. Shoto couldn't come because he had some training to do, but he promised you he would come after that.
The party was fun before the game started. It was simple, someone turn the bottle, and they need to go in the closet for 7 minutes with the person it landed on.
At first, you didn't want to do it, but you friend insist and said that you were not fun, so you decided to give up. The bottle landed on Max, your enemie and the pervert of the school. You didn't even had time to say no that all the people puched you in the closet.
Max were a little bit too close and the closet were too-
Oh no.
You couldn't breathe. Hell no. As you were trying to breathe, Shoto arrived, and he asked everyone where you were, when he heard...
She's in the closet.
He ran trought the house, opening every closet before he founded the one. He got Max out ( Max was thinking that you couldn't breathe because he was too handsome) and ran to your side.
You didn't understand what was going on. He took your hand and kissed it. You were shaking like crazy so he pulled you on his lap. He just hugged you hard, not too hard, like he was scared of loosing you if he let go. After 10 minutes saying things like: you are safe, nothing is gonna hurt you or I'm here, you manneged to calm down. He took you in his arms and drived you back to you dorm. He made you sleep on him, in his dorm, playing with your hair.
The next morning, he asked you id you were ok, and he made pancakes because he know you like that and it was the weekend.
