panic attack in fandom

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Imagine Newt comforting you after a panic attack...

Originally posted by sweetly87


Soft sobs and hiccups could be heard, echoing through the house. Newt called your name, racing from room to room. 

“Good Lord, (Y/N)! Ar-Are you hurt? What’s the matter?”

He dropped to your side, holding you close to his chest, rubbing his thumb along the blade of your shoulder. Nuzzling your face into his brown vest, your tears continued.

“Shh- Shh… It’s okay… Everything will be okay- I’m here,” he rested his chin on the top of your head, “Just let it out.”

It took you a good ten minutes before you were able to talk, or control your breathing. “I’m a mess,” you laugh-sobbed into his chest, “Sorry for having you worry, Newt.”

“Apologies aren’t necessary, dear,” he said, pulling you into him tighter, “I’m just happy you’re safe.”


***I’m not attempting to romanticize anxiety, or panic attacks. I only wrote this to cope with my own anxiety***

Motionless - 19/21

Bucky x Reader, OC’s, Avengers

Summary: The team need to attend a press conference and it doesn’t go the way they had planned.

Word Count: 3,975

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, team are very protective of the couple, Bucky is pissed

A/N: Bucky’s POV, This is the last hurdle they have to go through I promise!!! It’ll be complete happiness from here on out! Thank you guys for being so patient with me as I try to get these out. Oh and Christine Everhart - the reporter - is a bitch in this part.

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8 months, 2 weeks and 5 days

Y/N and the twins were all fine and healthy. There wasn’t much time left until we welcomed them into the new world. After attending her ultrasound, watching them kick and move around I couldn’t help but be excited to meet both of them. Y/N, on the other hand, wanted to meet them long before that…..way longer than that.

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I’ve said it a few times but I’m gonna say it again: Your mental and physical health is what should come first. Always.

No fandom is worth anxiety and panic attacks.

If it gets too much it’s your right to log out and take care of yourself.

Nothing will change while you’re away, and you’re not gonna be a bad person for wanting and getting a break. You can still support someone from “afar”. There’s no rule book about how much you have to blog to be a true fan. Fuck that.

And if things do change, you’ll have a happy reason to come back for.

Until then, fuck everyone and do what’s right for you.

Just be nice to people, help each other and if you decide to stay and support then stay and support.

I’m Here Sammy

Summary/Request- You are only 4 or 5 years old and you mange to calm Sam down from a panic attack- @loveyalotslikejellytots

Word count- 685

Warning- Mentions of having a panic attack

Masterlist          Prompt list

Tag- @evyiione   @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

You sat there grumpily in your chair, folding your arms and pouting your lips. “Come on bug you have to eat.” Dean says holding the spoon inches away from your mouth, again you just shook your head. His head dropped. Sighing he put the spoon in the food bowl and went to get Sam.

“(Y/n) Dean tells me you won’t eat.” He says walking into the kitchen with Dean behind him. A small smile appeared on your chubby face but still refused to speak. “Do I have to do the aeroplane?” He asked grabbing the bowl and raising an eyebrow.

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Wild (Dean Ambrose x Reader)

Do not post this story without my consent (on any site or platform), under any circumstance, unless I specifically told you that you could. Thanks!

A/N: Hiya lovelies! It’s really late so there might be some mistakes here and there but I really wanted to post this before I went to sleep, so here it is! I’ll come back in the morning and fix whatever needs fixin’. This is a request I got from the lovely @reigns420 a few weeks ago, hope you enjoy it!

Prompt:  Can I request Dean Ambrose and female reader go camping and the reader gets scared and has a panic attack? So Dean calms her down by making sweet love to her in the tent. Please and thanks 😉

I hesitated going all in with the panic attack seeing as, in my experience, it doesn’t really scream sexy times to me, and instead it’s more like lookat that, I’m ‘bout to die kinda feeling, but I went with Dean distracting reader from panicking completely like the good guy he is. Cool? Cool.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of anxiety and panic attacks, fluff and smut. 

Word count: 4747

Tags: @hardcorewwetrash @fuckyeahbulletclub @imagineall-the-fandoms @insearchofsunlight @blondekel77 @thiickreigns @m-a-t-91 @valeonmars @littlemissava13 @nuroxic @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @superrezzy00 @momis30 @laochbaineann @ehvil7

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Originally posted by vaniwin

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anonymous asked:

thanks for the post on parse tbh like I think he definitely has his own shit going on and I can empathize with that but that doesn't excuse giving your ex a panic attack?? I feel like the fandom makes kent out to be a better person than he might actually be. He's a complex character which makes him more realistic but he's definitely fucked up and people need to do better than just letting it slide bc he's their white fave so he can never do anything unforgivable

lmao exactly

Panic Attack | Spencer Reid

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning(s): None

Requested by anonymous: Hello sweetie :) I just wanted to say I love your blog. Can I ask for a reid one where he has a panic attack (idk, because of the awful things he sees at work or something?) and the reader finds him and comforts him? Maybe he’s in love with her and hel loves the way she treats him?

A/N: I really hope you liked this. I will be posting a Bran Stark imagine today and possibly a Hank oneshot if I have the time. I can’t promise anything. Lots of love and kisses to all of you! 💕

Originally posted by sunshinemgg


There was a loud knock on the door. He couldn’t really tell how long it was he had been laying there but it seemed like hours. If only this was the first time this happened.

 Lately, he was having a hard time sleeping and when he finally managed, he always had those awful nightmares and panic attacks out of nowhere. He just lay there, unable to move and all he could do was feel his heart throbbing and cold sweat dripping from him.

This was one of those awful occasions. All he wanted was to nap a little before it was time to meet (y/n) at the movies. Oh God, (y/n).  He had to call her. He had to let her know, what if he was late? What if she thought he’d stood her up?

But the knocking continued and suddenly he could hear her voice from outside. “Spencer?” the knocks only intensified per second as he couldn’t even find the strength to answer her. 

Then there was a key turning in the lock and she opened the door quickly, hurrying by his side the moment she saw him spread out like this across the floor. Thank goodness he had given her a spare key.

“Spencer? What happened?” she leaned over him.

“I think I’m having a heart attack. I’m serious this time, oh my God.” he buried his face in his hands and struggled to regain control over his breathing.

She ran to the kitchen. “Alright. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.” she returned in an instant with a glass of water.

“Oh, it hurts. My heart hurts.”

“Okay, water? Do you want water?” she was now panicking along with him.

“No. There’s a high chance that if I drink it I’ll throw up. Fluids are hard to digest when suffering from- Jesus, I can’t breathe.” he mentally counted to ten, again and again, trying to balance his breathing.

“Alright, I’m going to call an ambulance and we’re going to the hospital.” she pulled out her phone but he stopped her.

“No! Don’t call an ambulance. I hate hospitals. The lighting is terrifyingly bright and there are so many people, germs everywhere…” she took hold of his hand.

“But Spencer-” he felt her delicate fingers interlock with his as her tiny hand rested in his palm.

“Just help me…” he cut her off.

“Of course, of course.” her hand slipped away as she grabbed the glass of water and started sprinkling drops on his face. “Okay, you have to calm down. Just think of all the things you have to live for, right? We bought all those desserts from Costco and we haven’t tried them yet. Please calm down.”

“Yeah, yeah okay.” his heartbeat started to slow down.

“Just take deep breaths, sweetie.” she regained hold of his hand and smiled encouragingly.

1,2,3… 1,2,3…he finally managed to calm down.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Yes, I’m feeling good actually. I can go.” he got up quickly, feeling more embarrassed than ever. Why did this have to happen? And why did she have to be here to witness it?

“What? No, Spencer.” she pulled him towards the couch. “You cannot go anywhere. Here, come sit down.”

“Fine.” he surrendered to her moves as she settled him on the pillows.

“Have a sip.” she handed him the water.

“Water. Sure, water is good.”

“And let’s talk about what just happened, okay?” she giggled nervously.

“I am 99% sure I was experiencing a panic attack.” he answered simply.

“Alright. What brought that on? Why were you lying on the floor?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I was just taking a nap and I had those horrible dreams and…I think I woke up and I couldn’t breathe. Next thing I can remember is lying on the floor.” Spencer refused to look at her in the eyes but she could see how his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh, you poor thing! Was it that bad? Has this happened before?”

“The nightmares or the panic attacks?” his eyes locked on the glass of water shaking mercilessly in his grip.

“Both.” she raised an eyebrow but the sad, compassionate look remained on her beautiful features.

He nodded in response and she didn’t even think twice before pulling him into her embrace. Her face settled in his chest and her arms wrapped around him protectively, as he buried his head inside her (h/c) mane. Not that he minded. 

She smelled like cotton candy and caramel - a sweet accord of happy memories and playful melodies that filled him with joy again.

“Oh, Spence…I’m so sorry…How long has this been happening?” she began to caress his back. It was odd how making physical contact with (y/n) never really bothered him, he didn’t mind the germs or the dangerous bacteria that one could contract from such proximity. Because this was her, his sunshine, his perfect little fairy princess as Garcia had called her once.

“A couple months. It’s just - I’ve been having trouble sleeping well…” his voice cracked.

“Well, have you seen a doctor about it? Perhaps it would help.” she cooed.

“It’s nothing serious. I’m just glad it’s over.” she broke the embrace, far too soon for Spencer’s liking.

“Have you considered reducing your coffee intake? It might help with the nightmares and your sleep.” she advised him wisely with a tiny grin.

“I have, but I don’t want to. It’d be hard.” his face dropped again but she took hold of his hand for once more, gently tracing her baby-soft fingertips over the lines of his palm. He pouted adorably.

“I think it’s worth trying. And I can help you. If you’d like me to of course.” her grin turned into a smile, pearly white teeth exposed under her rosy lips.

“You promise?” he pleaded.

“Of course I do, Spence. Let’s begin now. Why don’t I make us a cup of tea?” she suggested cheekily and lifted herself off the couch.

He nodded in agreement and smiled. What else could he do? He was the luckiest man in the world to be honored with having her in his life. 

Although this wasn’t quite the role he wanted her to have.