panic attack in fandom

Everyone’s reaction when a good fanfiction gets updated

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***

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.

Keep reading

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

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Cisco Ramon x Reader (platonic or couple, up to you)

Summary: Can I request a Cisco imagine where the reader has a panic attack and he calms them down? (Anon request)

Takes place during the alien invasion crossover. Reader is a meta with ability to grow and manipulate plants.

Originally posted by briarsrosie

            The teams were still planning and trying to figure out the next step when you slipped outside. It probably wasn’t the best idea to be out alone when you were in the middle of an invasion, but you couldn’t stand around any longer. The small bubble resting in your chest since this whole thing started had grown into a small anvil pressing into your lungs. No amount of planning and talking had settled the trembling hands or made the fake smiles genuine. Finally, you excused yourself for some air.

           There was an alcove off to the side of the building made up of pallets and crates. It was surrounded by weeds and a climbing ivy that was readying for its winter’s sleep. The minute you plopped down, the ivy wrapped grew and reached toward you, wrapping a small vine over your shoulder. Other weeds and vines struggled to grow out of their season and touch you, as if feeling your overwhelming emotions and wanting to comfort you.

           “I’m alright,” your smile was dangerously wobbly. “Go back into your sleep.” Most of the plants hesitated before reluctantly listening. While they wanted desperately to comfort you, it was getting closer to first hard frost. If they wanted to grow again in spring, then they needed to be pulling back into their roots for sleep. The only plant that refused was the ivy. Instead of pulling back, it sent out small tendrils, wrapping itself around you in a featherlight hug. You weren’t alright, it told you through your plant power. It would stay until you were.

           Carefully pulling your knees to your chest, you rested your head on your knees, remembering why you had stepped out. The alien invasion scared you. This was way above anything you had gone up against since joining Team Flash. You were a plant meta that worked in a florist’s shop. The entire invasion had thrown you out of your depth. It was only now that you allowed yourself to sink into the panic, despair, and frustration of your anxiety attack.

           “(Y/N)?” You jumped at the soft, familiar voice, unaware that anyone was looking for you. You thought no one noticed you leaving. But there was Cisco, slowly kneeling in front of you. He was inspecting the small ivy that had stretched and wrapped your arms, legs, shoulders, torso in comforting embrace. It was even blooming some sort of flower, its scent calming your emotions. “I saw you come out here but when you didn’t come back, I came looking.” His voice was gentle and steady, though you could hear the worry.

           “I needed air,” you whispered, surprised at the roughness in your voice. It was only now you realized you had been crying. The thought spurred another round of tears, the reason for it too close and too raw. “I don’t think I can do this, Cisco.”

           “Do what?” he asked, alarmed. “(Y/N), you can talk to me.”

           “This hero thing. I don’t think I can do it. I don’t think I can be a hero.”

           “What are you talking about?”

           “I’m a plant meta, Cisco. I work with plants, I have a greenhouse on top of my roof, I work in a freaking florist’s shop for crying out loud! I’m not a fighter, Cisco! I nearly froze when I went up against that meta last week and I allowed Kara and the others to become evil! I’m not made for stopping next week’s bad guy or the next world-ending event! I just…I don’t think I can do this!” At some point, you had begun hyperventilating as the tears choked and clogged at your throat.

           “Hey, hey, hey,” Cisco murmured gently, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You gripped his jacket, hands shaking as you tried to breathe. Pressing his forehead against yours, he took an exaggerated breath. “Breathe with me, (Y/N),” he coached. “Come on, breathe.” It was hard at first, tears and raw emotion threatening to pull you back into the panic attack still spiraling at your center, but eventually you started following his slow breathing. “Slow breaths, there you go.”

           When you pulled away, he pulled his jacket off himself and wrapped it around your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how late it was and now the temperature had dropped several degrees. Winter would be coming early, some of the plants commented as they huddled back into themselves. Only the ivy was still being mulish, keeping itself wrapped around you. After placing his jacket around you, he wrapped his arms around you again in a hug. “I’m not a fighter, Cisco,” you repeated, calmer but still emotional.

           “You don’t have to be, (Y/N). We have enough fighters. But we only have one of you. You’re the only person I know who can make even the weakest plant flourish. You’re the only I know who will actually argue with an unruly bush, convince a rose to not prick you with its thorns, and console a shy bud into bloom.” He pulled back, meeting your teary eyes with his and wiped the fresh tears away with his thumbs. “Who was the one who kept King Shark from attacking us last year? You used the seaweed and the other underwater plants to capture him. You saved Jesse when she went up against Top. You saved me after Dante died. If it hadn’t been for you, I would have lost my damn mind. You don’t have to be a fighter, but you are a hero, in your own way. You’re my hero.”

           You gasped, tears streaming down your face again as he spoke. He had a few tears falling as well. You were his best friend; his heart was breaking seeing you so vulnerable. You reached up this time and hugged him tightly. “I’m scared, Cisco.” Despite him calming your panic attack, there was still the lingering fear that was weighing on you. You felt him kiss the side of your head and nod.

           “I’m scared too. This invasion is way above our pay grade. Honestly, I don’t think superheroes are supposed to deal with alien invasions until well after the big team-up has been established.” You giggled at his geek reference. “But we’ve got a lot of good people in our corner. We’ll stop this invasion together.” After a few more moments, he felt you start to shiver from the cool air. At the same time, you both heard Caitlyn and Harry calling for you.

           “Come on, let’s head back inside. The team might’ve come up with something.” Thanking the little ivy and urging it to go back to sleep, you let Cisco help you up. “Is it going to be okay?” He had noticed the ivy had fully shaken off its pre-hibernation sleep and fully blossomed in trying to console you. If it didn’t get back to sleep soon, the frost would end up killing it.

           “I saw a container I could probably put it in for now. The soil doesn’t have a lot of good food and the weeds are choking it out,” you replied, stroking the plant. “I’ll ask Caitlyn if she could pick up some soil during the next food run.” Cisco nodded as you turned towards him.

           Walking back to the warehouse, arms wrapped around each other, you thought about what Cisco had told you. You were still terrified about the invasion and what would happen next, but you weren’t alone either. You had your friends and your team facing it down beside you. Most importantly, you had Cisco. Whatever happened, he would be there.

           Without thinking, you kissed his cheek. Blushing, he raised his eyebrow at you. “Thank you, Cisco,” you whispered. “You’re my hero too.”

Just got back from my first con, and like bOI,,,, that was an Experience 


Imagine you have a really traumatic mission and you try to hold it together but eventually it ends up with Melinda holding you while you cry

Requested by Anon | Gif not mine

You don’t feel a thing after the mission, just the dull thumping of your heart and a ringing in your ears. Everything else of you is numb. Mind, hands, feet, emotions….nothing. Only numbness. You are just functioning, not even reacting to everything around you.

A part of you wants to break out, go rampage. Thrash and scream and weep and cry and tear everything apart or fall apart itself.

But you don’t. You do everything as if being set on auto-pilot until the debriefing is over and you are out of the shower. It becomes diffifult when you have time to calm down and have nothing to do to occupy your mind.

You don’t feel the adrenaline wearing off, but you notice how a tremor starts shaking your fingers, slowly but surely taking over your whole body. All you can do is ball your fists in an attempt to hold back the tears. It is the only thing you can concentrate on. You don’t see anything around you; you don’t even notice May standing in the doorframe and watching you struggle with your crumbling composure.

You do notice her when she sits down next to you and taking your hand with a squeeze. You look up at her, face as emotionless as ever but her eyes alight with compassion and understanding. You swallow the lump in throat and try to speak, to explain, but nothing comes out of your mouth except for a desperate croak. And suddenly, the barely upheld dam breaks and everything rushes out. It starts with one single tear, but you can’t stop them streaming down your cheeks like waterfalls. You’re sobbing. Crying. You’re ashamed that it happens in front of May out of all people who is always so good at keeping her emotions in check - until you feel her arms wrap around you and press her close to her chest. She keeps silent the whole time and you can’t bring out a single understandable word. But you don’t need them. You understand each other and you are grateful for May being there with you.

Two Days, then Three

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Characters: Reader, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall

Requested: Yes, by an anon who asked  10 & 20 with Isaac Lahey please

Warnings: Sleepy Isaac, Kidnapping, Blood, Bruises, Panic Attack

Prompt:   “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” &  “If only I’d just gone over when she/he called.”

Request a prompt from here

“Hey, Isaac,” you said with a trembling voice into your cellphone.

“It’s three in the morning, what’s wrong,” Isaac asked sleepily.

You knew he would be asleep when you called, but you just couldn’t shake your feelings. “I don’t know, something just doesn’t feel right. I feel like I’m being watched and I keep hearing things.”

Keep reading


K-pop especially block b exo and so on
Ed sheeran
All time low
Digital art
Pop punk /rock in generell
Especially ART
Comedy /funny posts
Text post
Block b Shipping
Tradional art
Attack on titan
Block b Fandoms
Youtubers in generell
Clothing rather punk
Hair porn blogs
Did i mention art?
How about block b? Food porn
Yaoiii All the gays J-lifestyle
Glee Marvel Supernatural Marina and the diamonds Dogs Sherlock Doctor who diy J-fashion
Band blog

Agents of SHIELD Preference: How They Help You During/After a Panic/Anxiety Attack

Fandom: Agents of SHIELD.
Warning(s): Anxiety attacks, panic attacks.

Daisy (Skye):

Daisy would go to Fitz and Simmons for help when she learned that you suffered from attacks. She’d stock up on information and learn what was happening to you physically so that she could better help you. When she saw that you’d had an attack, she would immediately forget the majority of what she’d learnt, and she’d be left rubbing your back soothingly, or, if she learnt that you didn’t like contact, she would sit a few feet away and wait for you to be ready. She understands that sometimes just the company of a quiet and understanding person can help worlds, though she would always be sure to let you know that it was okay to be vulnerable in front of her. And of course, she’d always have some food ready to restock your energy when you came out of it.


Fitz would have absolutely no idea what he was doing. Sure, he’d had experience with panic attacks himself, but it wasn’t enough to warrant an anxiety disorder diagnosis. So, while he could understand what was happening to you, to an extent, he had a hard time understanding why. He tried his best, but in the end he was left to stand by and wait for the attack to subside. Then, he’d make sure you were okay to be alone for a moment, and would come back with a cup of tea – you were never quite sure how he got it to a drinkable temperature so quickly.


Jemma would be relatively calm in the situation. She would have a basic understanding of what the attacks were and why they happened, and so she knew the common remedies for post-attack exhaustion. She’d bring food, water, and a hot beverage of your choosing, and she’d sit with you on the comfiest surface nearby, letting you rest your head in her lap to recuperate as much as you could without proper sleep. And, of course, on the days when you’d have attacks, she’d be advocating for you to sleep as soon as you could – sometimes you didn’t doubt that she’d lock you in your room if she could.


May, being the attentive motherly type, would be the first to notice when you began having an attack, and she’d be the first to notice when you walked into a room after excusing yourself with your hair slightly misplaced. She’d see the tired eyes and the sluggish movements, and she’d quietly take you out of the room and sit you down somewhere quiet. She’d sometimes ask if you wanted to talk about it, but often she just stayed silent, occasionally rubbing circles on your arm as you took time to process what had happened.


Coulson had a knack for handling all different kinds of people – it was why he was in the field he was in. So, when it came to a perfectly ordinary person having a common kind of anxiety induced attack, you’d think he’d be pretty comfortable. Nope. He would get that look in his eyes, the one that he got when he wasn’t sure what to do, and he’d eventually settle for taking you into his office and letting you sit wherever you wanted to sit in order to calm down and get some energy back. He would wait the entire time, not leaving the room at all unless you requested it, and when you were calmer, he would ask about it, and you were often more than willing to tell. He was just that kind of person.