#Anxious reader

[jj-the-hobbit171]

Well, I’ve seen dom reader, cute reader, bad ass reader, but, I’ve never seen something for the anxious peps. So! I present to you, anxious reader.

• so reader is bacically an anxious hobbit. They have a hard time talking to people, and get super worried about stuff. They like to stay inside, in their comfort zone, where nothing goes terribly wrong.

• but, one way or the other, they found themselves joining the army as a teck person.

(its was their mom’s advice taken the wrong way. Reader, she meant join a club, not the army!)

•they’re super good with computers, to the extent it landed them with one of the best task forces, tf141. Well, that can’t go wrong. Right? Please say right.

• uhm, it went as well as you’d expect. Reader tripped when coming down the helicopter, falling face first into the hard concrete, while their very expensive laptop slid away from their fallen form, right to the feet of their new captain. John price. Shit.

• he raised his eyebrow, before holding a hand out for reader, pulling them up. They quickly apologized to price, fidgeting with the Clarence key in their pocket, showing a nervous smile.

• price sighed before leading them into the base, showing them all around before being startled by a crash of something metal on the floor and heavy steps coming closer from the far side of the base.

*a flash of brown hair crashed into you, making you fall once again to the hard floor, and once again, your (I think I need to emphasize) very expensive laptop slid across the floor, hitting the wall of the hallway.

• you stutter, looking at your life savings most definitely broken. You don’t notice the man on top of you before he shouts into your ear. “Bonnie!!!”

Honestly, I’m not in a good place right now, but I’ll finish this later but if f you have any questions or suggestions, please just knock on my door.

From the hobbit hole,

J.J

[vanteguccir]

can you make a blurb of chris with his gf that's been feeling very down and has an anxiety attack? (if ur comfy w that)

── ୨୧ !　 a blurb where you wake up feeling bad and on the verge of an anxiety attack, but chris is there for you - as he always is

　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

The morning light filtered softly through the gap under the door, casting a gentle glow across the floor room. Y/N lay in bed, her eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling. The soft hum of someone - provably Matt - moving gently upstairs did nothing to calm the unease that had settled deep in her chest.

There was no reason for it, no particular trigger she could pinpoint, yet the anxiety was there, creeping into her thoughts and wrapping around her heart like a vice. Her breathing was shallow, her heart racing with a sense of dread she couldn’t quite shake. Her eyes were tired and slightly red from the little to nothing hours of sleep.

Today was supposed to be a good day. She and Chris had planned it out earlier in the week; breakfast at their favorite little café, a stroll through the city streets, maybe a bit of shopping. It was a day they both looked forward to, a chance to unwind and enjoy each other’s company. But as she lay there, tangled in the cotton sheets, the excitement that usually accompanied such plans was overshadowed by a heavy, unexplainable weight.

Chris stirred beside her, his arm draped over her waist, pulling her closer. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, anything to ground herself. But it wasn’t enough. The anxiety continued to gnaw at her, relentless and unforgiving.

"I should get up." She whispered to herself, carefully slipping out from under Chris’s arm. She moved quietly, not wanting to wake him just yet. He deserved to sleep in a little longer; he had been working so hard lately, filming a lot of different videos with his brothers and creating the new collection of Fresh Love. Maybe if she just kept moving, kept herself busy, she could push the anxiety away.

In the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would wake her up, snap her out of this spiral. But as she looked at herself in the mirror, all she saw was the fear and tension reflected back at her. Her hands trembled as she reached for the towel to dry her face, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. It seemed like her lungs never got full enough.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, to calm the storm brewing inside her, but it was no use. The more she tried to suppress it, the more overwhelming it became. Still, she had a day planned with Chris. She couldn’t let this ruin it. She just needed to keep it together, at least until they were out and about, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of the city. Maybe then, the anxiety would fade into the background.

She took her time in the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her in the hopes that it would soothe her. But when she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body, her nerves were just as frayed as before.

She could hear Chris moving around in the bedroom now, probably getting dressed, and she knew she had to put on a brave face.

Y/N took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. As she stepped into the room, the cool air hit her wet skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Her hair dripped onto the white towel, and she kept her gaze low, not trusting herself to look at Chris just yet. She could feel the frown etched on her face, the way her chest kept moving too fast, and she prayed that he wouldn’t notice.

But Chris knew her too well. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on a pair of socks when he looked up and saw her, ready to say his first good morning in that day, but suddenly stopping. His brow furrowed immediately, concern flashing in his eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched her as she moved slowly to the closet, her movements stiff and uncoordinated.

"Baby?" He called softly, but she didn’t respond, too focused on trying to steady her breathing, to keep the tears that were threatening to spill at bay.

Y/N felt the weight of Chris’s gaze as he gently turned her to face him, his hands firm yet comforting on her shoulders. Her breath hitched, and she tried to muster a reassuring smile, but Chris wasn’t having any of it.

"What’s going on, babe?" His voice was soft, filled with worry. "Hey, you’re shaking."

Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. The trembling in her hands worsened as if her body was betraying her attempt to appear calm. Her breath began to quicken, each inhale growing more shallow than the last. She clenched the towel tighter around her, feeling the edges of panic creeping in.

"It’s nothing, Chris. I’m fine, really. Let’s just get ready and go." She forced out, her voice strained, refusing to look into his eyes.

But Chris’s eyes searched hers, seeing the truth behind her words. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped without her realizing.

"You’re not fine." He said gently, concern deepening in his gaze. "Talk to me."

Y/N tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it only grew larger.

"I woke up feeling so anxious." She finally admitted, her voice trembling. "I don’t know why, but it’s like… it’s like there’s this weight on my chest, and I can’t breathe properly. My heart’s racing, and I can’t… I can’t make it stop."

As she spoke, the feelings she had been trying to suppress began to overwhelm her. Her chest tightened painfully, each breath now coming in rapid, uneven gasps. The room started to spin, her vision narrowing as her hands shook uncontrollably. Her legs felt like they might give out any second, the numbness creeping up from her feet, making her feel disconnected from her own body.

Chris’s eyes widened in alarm as he watched the familiar signs of an impending anxiety attack take hold of her. Without hesitation, he stepped closer, his hands moving to cradle her face, anchoring her in the present.

"Y/N, look at me." He said firmly, his voice steady but soothing. "Focus on my voice, yeah? Just focus on me."

Her eyes darted around, panic rising as the room seemed to close in on her.

"I-I can’t… I can’t breathe." She gasped, her chest burning with the effort, her hands closing into tight fists against her chest, the towel fabric brushing against her skin making her feel suffocating. It was all too much.

"Yes, you can." Chris insisted, his voice calm and reassuring. "You’re safe. I’m right here with you. Just try to match your breathing with mine, okay? In… and out. You know how to do it, yeah?"

He exaggerated his own breaths, taking slow, deep inhales and long exhales, hoping she would follow his lead. Y/N tried to mimic his breathing, but her body resisted, her lungs refusing to cooperate as her mind spiraled further into panic, shaking her head as if telling him that it wasn't working.

"It’s okay, petal." Chris continued, his thumbs brushing gently over her cheeks. "I’ve got you. You’re not alone. Just keep trying, focus on the sound of my voice. You're my smart girl, I know you can do it."

His words were a lifeline in the chaos, something tangible to cling to as her world seemed to tilt on its axis. She fixed her eyes on his ocean blue ones, trying desperately to ground herself in his presence. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she began to force her breaths to deepen, following the rhythm he set.

In... out.

In... out.

"That’s it." Chris murmured, his hands never leaving her face. "You’re doing great. Just keep going."

The numbness in her legs started to recede as her breathing began to slow, the tightness in her chest easing slightly. She focused on the warmth of Chris’s hands, the steadiness of his gaze, and the calm that radiated from him like a soothing balm.

After what felt like an eternity, her breathing finally evened out, the sharp edges of panic dulling into a manageable hum. The tears that had been threatening finally spilled over, but this time, they were tears of relief, not fear.

Chris pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him as if to shield her from any lingering remnants of the attack.

"You’re okay." He whispered into her hair, his hand rubbing slow, comforting circles on her back. "You’re safe, Y/N. I’m here."

She clung to him, her face buried in his chest, drawing strength from his presence. The remnants of the anxiety attack left her feeling drained and shaky, but Chris’s embrace was a refuge, a place where she could let go of the fear and simply be.

"I’m sorry." She mumbled into his shirt, her voice thick with exhaustion and emotion.

Chris shook his head, pulling back just enough to look at her, his expression tender.

"Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for." He said softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from her damp forehead. "I’m just glad you’re okay."

Y/N nodded, wiping at her tear-streaked cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Thank you." She whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"You don’t have to worry about that." Chris replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."

They stood there in silence for a few moments longer, the intensity of the situation gradually fading into the background as the warmth of their connection took its place. Chris kept his arms around her, his presence a solid and comforting weight that grounded her in the here and now.

When she finally felt steady enough to stand on her own, Chris gave her a reassuring smile.

"Why don’t we take it easy today?" He suggested. "We don’t have to go out if you’re not feeling up to it. We can stay in, watch movies, whatever you want."

Y/N considered his offer, the thought of staying in and cocooning herself in the safety of their home tempting. But she knew that sometimes it helped to get out, to distract herself with the world outside.

"No, I think I still want to go." She said, her voice stronger now, though still soft. "I think… I think it might help."

Chris nodded, his expression understanding.

"Okay. But if at any point you need to come back, just say the word. We’ll take it slow."

"I will." She promised, feeling a bit more like herself as she managed a small smile, grateful for his understanding. He always knew exactly what she needed, even when she didn’t know it herself. "Thank you." She whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Always." He replied, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping back to give her space. "I’ll be right here if you need me."

As Y/N watched him move back to the bed, resuming his task of getting dressed, she felt a sense of calm beginning to replace the anxiety. It wasn’t gone completely, but with Chris there, she knew she could handle it. She took another deep breath, this one more steady, and turned back to the closet to finish getting ready.

I know, I write too much and too long, sorry yall 🙏🏻🤞🏻

I would post as a usual fic, but I feel like yall like it more when it's blurbs 😭

[leviraaaaaa]

Here it is safe. (Levi x reader)

Slight, very slight mentions of anxiety attacks? Idfk. Basically reader often gets overwhelmed and hides, guess who's there to help?

Levi knocked at your door, not surprised when he didn’t get a response. But he waited nevertheless. He tapped against the door a few more times until he reached for the doorknob and twisted it, cautiously pushing it open. Also not to his surprise, your office was empty, not a hair of you in sight. Seemingly. If not for the fact that he’d seen you entering here just two minutes ago and if not for the fact he’s been here way too many times to know better. And so he found himself slowly stepping in, soundlessly shutting the door back. Light on his feet, he approached the desk standing near the back of the room and peered down. “Hello.” You whispered when his silver eyes found yours. It was rather unusual to find most people crouching beneath their desks, was it not? Levi thought so too, the first time he found you here. He remembered being so confused, watching you as you curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth. He remembered being clueless, wondering if you were sick, wondering if he should call Hange or Nanaba, wondering if he should just leave you alone. But time has passed since and he’s learnt a thing or two. That everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes. Levi sighed.

“What are you doing?” He asked softly. “..hiding.” You mumbled, avoiding his gaze and pulling up your knees against your chest. You drummed your fingers anxiously on the floor. “So I’ve figured.” He nodded. “From what exactly?” "I.." You cringed a little. "..don’t know?” “Come out please.” You hesitated, meeting his gaze. It was soft. Warm. Understanding. Safe. But yet, the world was far scarier still. You glanced back at the floor.  “I don’t want to.” “It’s alright. Come out please.” You shook your head. Levi exhaled. “That’s okay,” He said, shifting. “I’ll just come down then.” Before you could even respond to that offer, he was already squatting down, slipping himself into the small space under the desk that could barely even fit you. But he settles in anyways, leaning back opposite of you, your knees touching his. You smiled, letting your hand find his and hooking your cold fingers through. In response, he rubbed circles on your palm with his thumb, squeezing gently. For a moment you just simply sat there, feeling gratitude flood your thundering heart as it quiets, the tension leaving your body and everything wrong in your mind eases away. In that moment, there was only you and him. You could finally breathe again. “You don’t have to do this every time, you know?” You told him. “What would people say?” He raised a brow questioningly. “Your reputation would be so screwed if people find out you hide under tables like a little child.” You shook your head, trying to explain. “Just because I’m weird, doesn’t mean you have to be too.” “You’re not weird.” “Levi.” “What?” ‘“You don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine in a bit.” “I know.” “So why?” You demanded. He looked at you and shrugged. “Because you needed me.” That’s all he says.  “You needed me." He repeated softly, "And I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

[yankvorian-000]

Hey!! Would you be able to do just like a really cutesy dallas winston x reader, like maybe he has a soft spot for reader or sum, ik it's basic but I live for these :))

This is so cutesy patootsey i liveeeeeeee

this’ll be a pretty short one but basically headcannons

im also going to pretend Johnny and Dally didnt die because i cant cope😿😿

warnings: literally nothing just fluffy and comforting

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- despite his big bad cover up he’s gentle, and soft around you, like youre a scared cat though you tell him youre tough.

- Dally WILL defend you with his life, you and Johnny, he’ll beat up anyone to cross you.

-he cant get enough of you and those looks, the face that makes him soft, that make him yearn.

im gonna write a little oneshot guys let me cook

basically: She is a sensitive soul, often gets panicky and jumpy, but Dal is always there to comfort her, whenever she needs it.

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You start to panic, suddenly everything is so much louder, and so much more overwhelming than it was ten minutes ago. Youd had a bad day prior to all of the current happenings right now, and now you were curled up in a ball on your bedroom floor, with Dallas hushing you and rubbing your back gently as you pant,

“i got you, dollface, shhh…”

he says, his voice barely above a whisper, rubbing small figure eights along your spine soothingly. Small praises fall from his lips while he places a soft squeeze to your thigh, reassuring you.

This continues for a while as he holds you close, letting you whimper into his chest until youve calmed down.

“did so good,” he kisses your forehead gently “so good.” he whispers.

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this was so short guys i apologise Anon😿😿

hope it feeds you well 🫶🏼🫶🏼

mwah! -kat

[creative-caramel-coffee]

hey! could i maybe make a request about reader suffering from anxiety, but she hides it, and for some reason Wanda or Nat snap at her, and she breaks? Basically WandaNat x reader angst with hurt/comfort? Thanks in advance <3

Misunderstanding Mishaps

Pairings: Wandanat x R, Pepper x R (platonic)

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: R struggles while her girls are away which leads to a misunderstanding.

TW: not eating, not sleeping, anxiety, misunderstanding, angst, accused cheating, past trauma (mentioned), crying, vulnerability, depression (kinda?), separation anxiety

A/n I love pepper and I hope I did your request justice :)

Eventually you were past the point of being able to bring it up in conversation. Life had been good. Aside from dealing with it yourself, but that was the way it had always been so it wasn’t that bad. Ho were you suppose to tell your girlfriends of almost two years that your anxieties were eating you alive? You were a hero. Hero’s didn’t have anxiety. Or at least that’s what you had told yourself.

You were afraid of loosing them the same way you lost your family. In an attack from hydra your whole family was killed, the same attack that was the start of five years of hell and the begging of your powers. It had been three years since the avengers rescued you and two years of being with your girlfriends. Wanda and Natasha were perfect. They were your missing puzzle piece. But you were terrified to loose them. The constant fear of yourself, your powers and loosing the people you cared about only ever became unbearable when they left. If they were out of your sight, you couldn’t protect them. You knew they could do well more than hold their own on the battlefield but you couldn’t loose them. It had been almost a week and Wanda and Natasha were on a strict no contact mission. It was eating you from the inside out. Not know if they were ok. Not knowing where they were. Nobody would update you. It was tearing you apart. The first few days you had managed to f drag yourself out of bed. But not anymore. You were curled up in the sheets that were soaked in tears and sweat from when you did manage to sleep but you merely had nightmares about their deaths.

Pepper had been taking time out of her busy schedule to bring you food she had ordered, sitting with you until you had taken your last bite. She knew the truth. She knew of your fears and did her best to help. She was like a mother to you. It was nice. You had attached yourself to her when you first came. She looked like your aunt and she acted like a mother. She had taken to you straight away.

Two small knocks came on the bedroom door and in a small voice you called out.

“Come in.” You said, maybe too softly to hear but the door opened. Pepper stood with a table in one hand and a cooling plate of pancakes in her arms.

“Y/n/n you need to eat something today.” She said coming in an placing them on your lap before tiding up. For someone who didn’t leave their bed much there sure was a mess. She stopped when she saw your teary eyes. Coming to sit on the bed beside you she placed a hand on your cheek using her thumb to wipe the falling tears from your cheek.

“Oh sweetheart.” She cooed looking sad for you. “Come here.” She pulled you into her chest and wrapped her arms around you.

“I know your worried but I made tony hack shield because I know you needed something.” You tensed in her arms. “Wanda and Natasha are in Finland, some top secret hydra base their scoping out. They should be home in a day or two if not sooner.” She rubbed circles on your back as your hands bunched in her shirt and you sobbed into the crook of her shoulder, your body shaking. It had all been too much for you lately you needed your girls.

You were almost fully in pepper lap now as she held you into her chest tightly to ground you. Soon your sobs died down and pepper coaxed you into eating some of the now cold pancakes. Seeing your eyes fluttering she knew you hadn’t slept much the last few nights. Carefully she ran a hand through your hair to get the curls from your face.

“Sweetheart why don’t you get some sleep.” Pepper said going to grab her tablet.

You nodded and snuggled into the sheets. Pepper nodded her approval and began walking to the door.

“Can you stay?” You asked in a small voice. Insecurity lacing the words.

“Of course y/n/n.” She walked back over and you shuffled to the side as she swung her legs onto the bed and you snuggled into her thigh. She was wearing black slacks and a salmon coloured button up blouse which now had drying wet patches thanks to your earlier tears. Her hair was up and she was wearing black heels. “You look nice today pep” you mumbled into her leg and she ran her hand in circles on your back as you fell asleep you heard her chuckle at your comment.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, I wont leave you.” She said softly and used her other hand to start tapping on her tablet as she organised some stark industries business.

You woke up to the sound of voice in the hall. You grumbled and rolled into peppers side more, pressing your face into her leg and smushing your cheeks up. She chuckled and looked to the door which began to open slightly.

Wanda and Natasha peered in. Upon realising their voices were the ones you heard you shot up in bed making pepper chuckle slightly. Your bed head made you look quiet cute.

“Wands! Natty!” You said making grabby hands and using your fist to rub your eyes which had deep circles under them despite your power nap. You frowned when they didn’t come over.

“Natty? Wanda? Is everything ok?” You asked getting up and walking over to them. You went to hug them but back away when they recoiled at your touch. Pepper sat on the bed trying to. Dissapper, her only exit blocked.

“Y/n.” Wanda said with a cold voice.

“Y/n” Natasha echoed “what is this?” She asked her face stone cold as she waved a hand between you and pepper who shrunk deeper into the bed. You did a double take, spluttering slightly at the indication of what they thought you had done. They took it your reaction as shock you had been caught. Natasha was getting angry now at your lack of words.

“What? Nothing to say? We were gone so you think you can just throw yourself at the next girl who walks into the room?” Natasha said harshly. Tears began to prick your eyes.

“Do you always go whoring yourself out when we go on missions?” Wanda yelled.

“I-i-I-“ you stuttered the nervous trait you had been trying to kick for years showing itself as you floundered.

“You know what. Its been a rough couple of days, I need a shower.” Nat said pushing past you. “And frankly I don’t want to see you right now.” She said looking you up and down you felt small in your pjs and bed head. “Coming wands baby?” Nat said using pet names to make you feel worse.

“Of course my love.” Wanda replied shoving past you as well.

Your heart beat once. Twice. Then shattered. You stood staring at where they had been before you shot off down the hall. Running into your old room you slammed the door and ordered Jarvis to lock it. You curled up in the sheets and sobbed loudly into the fabric. You clutched your old stuffed toy to your chest, the familiar item bringing some much needed comfort. It felt like hours you were laid there. All alone, your thoughts running wild.

Meanwhile pepper had broken out of her stupor and was pounding on the bathroom door. She was ignored until after the two girls had showered. As they opened the door pepper jumped back and began to berate them.

“What the hell was that?!” She yelled and Wanda looked at her in shock while nat simply held a cold gaze. “You see us together and assume she cheated.” Pepper yelled. “First off Im with tony and I see her like family. Secondly I would never meddle in your relationship, I cant believe you think I would. But this is not about me.” She began pacing and Wanda and nat sat down on the bed and quietly watched. As Wanda detected no lies in her words she began to fear she had made a huge mistake. Natasha seemed less convinced and crossed her arms.

“Then what was she doing in bed with you?” She said pointedly.

“She was in tears you idiots. She has been having horrible anxiety and hasn’t been eating or sleeping scared she would miss a call saying you needed back up or worse were injured and not coming home. I have been bringing her food and drying her tears while you two didn’t spare a second thought to her state when you left.” Wanda began to feel awful and Natasha also was beginning to feel pepper was telling the truth. “I came in this morning to find she hadn’t slept again last night and I brought her pancakes. She cried into my neck for about an hour before I managed to get her to eat something and take a nap. She has been inconsolable and afraid you two wouldn’t come home to her this time.” Wanda and Natasha were feeling awful and nat ran her hands through her damp hair.

“Then you two come in and break her all over again.”

“Why didn’t she tell us.” Wanda said her voice breaking.

“She thought she needed to be strong. She thinks hero’s cant have anxiety she was afraid you would leave her for less. Don’t you get it? She loves you so much she almost made herself sick waiting like a sick puppy for you to come home.” Pepper said “you better go start apologising now. I saw she was before and I would hate to see her now.”

Wanda nodded and took Nat’s hand walking down the hall to the room and knocking on the door three times.

“Go away pepper.” You sobbed choking on the words.

“Its us.” They said and you stilled. Rubbing your eyes and standing on shaky legs. You opened the door your face masking all emotion despite your red and puffy eyes and tear tracks.

“What do you want” you said shoving everything down.

“Aww baby.” Wanda cooed when she saw your face. She pulled you into a hug and her heart broke when you stiffed. Nat began to run her hands through your hair as Wanda picked you up sitting on the bed with you in her lap.

“My sweet girl we are so so so so sorry baby. And we will spend ever day for the next fifty years doing our best to make up for it.” Wanda said and Nat nodded eagerly.

“But-but- you don’t love me anymore.” You said burning your face in your hands as the tears started again. Wanda cooed and pulled your hands from your face pulling you back the back of your neck into her shoulder and running her hands through your hair.

“Baby we love you so so much.”

“More than you know.” Nat agreed. “And we are so sorry and we hope you can forgive us.”

“And we understand in you need time.” Wanda said begging to peel you off her stopping when you choked out a broken sob.

“Please don’t leave me” you cried. And Wanda stopped pulling you in tightly to calm you down she motion for nat to join. Wanda turned your body so you were laid on her chest body flush to hers. Nat came and sandwiched you wrapping her arms under Wanda with her body on both yours and Wanda’s.

“My sweet girls.” Wanda said. As she brushed the hair from your eyes as you cried into her chest.

“We are never going to leave you alone like that again. And I’m sorry we didn’t notice sooner.” Nat said.

“‘S ok” you slurred slightly.

Wanda shook her head “no baby its not we didn’t even let you explain.” Your body shook slightly and Wanda pulled a blanket over the three of you.

“We’re here now love. You can sleep we wont go anywhere my sweet. You look exhausted. Close those pretty eyes for me.” She said stroking your cheek. You let out a low sleepy hum and your eyes drifted closed all the emotions of the day had exhausted you. You barely registered the door open slightly and pepper came to check on you and Wanda mouthed ‘thank you’ to her. Pepper nodded and used to fingers to point into her eyes then at Wanda and nat in a ‘I’m watching you’ motion with no real malice behind it. It was an honest mistake and she knew it. You jiggled slightly as Wanda’s chest moved with a chuckle the vibrations lulling you deeper into sleep. Carefully pepper shut the door. Comfy and feeling safe you slept in the arms of your girls. And for once the anxiety was nowhere to be found in any of even the darkest corners of your mind. Their love lighting up all the parts that hid the darkness from them.

MASTERLIST

[chaithetics]

Disabled, Chronic Illness, and/or Mental Illness Reader Masterlist

Anxiety

Porcelain and The Shark Series - Stewy Hosseini (Succession) x f (afab) Roy reader. Reader has anxiety.

Devilish Worries and Bodies* - Matt Murdock (Daredevil) x f (afab) reader. Reader has anxiety.

Late Night Mends - The Kid (Monkey Man) x f reader. Reader has anxiety.

Autism

A Purrfect Addition - Matt Murdock (Daredevil) x autistic plus size fem reader. Reader has autism (ASD).

Depression

Lifebuoy - Joel Miller (The Last of Us) x f reader. Reader has depression.

Gynaecological/Pelvic Pain, Endometriosis, Fibroids, Vaginismus

Sticky Notes and Explorations* - Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina) x f (afab) reader. Reader has vaginismus.

Couchside Comfort - Stewy Hosseini (Succession) x f (afab) reader. Reader has endometriosis.

A Cinematic Lover Series - Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) x f (afab) reader. Reader has endometriosis, fibroids, and vaginismus.

*Indicates smut.

[arklaytears]

Confident When I’m With You [Pt.1?] (Joel x F! Anxious/Shy! Reader)

t/w: anxiety attacks, ptsd flashbacks, mentions of being sold, drinking, mean! joel

a/n: this has taken me a couple days to write, and i’m too anxious to fully read over it again.  i want to try a slowburn something and really wanted to see an anxious reader with joel.  building a relationship off of that.  please please please tell me what you think, i hope you like it and yeah!-

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  When the apocalypse started, you were nothing but 5 years old.  Barely able to remember anything aside from the fear and panic in your family’s eyes as they did their best to flee from the all too fucked up situation.

Vividly you remember your mother speaking to you, her hands wrapped tightly around yours as she spoke,

“Hey, you don’t need to be scared.  I promise.” 

Though you can still feel just how much her hands were shaking as she helped to buckle you into your neighbor's car. 

The blood on her hands, even more spurting violently from her neck, you could still feel it when you laid in bed and let your mind wander.  The streak she’d left on your cheek as she leaned in for one final kiss to your forehead, before she shut the door to the truck, your final goodbye.

The last vision was of you pulling out with your neighbors, looking out the window the best you could to see the woman you had been raised all alone by.  Tears streamed down her face as she collapsed to the ground, her wails heard even through the closed window.  Your neighbors quickly peel away, and drive to where you were to reside for the next 20 years.

Before you could reminisce any further, you felt your hands tangled in your sheets.  Knuckles white as you hold them as tightly as you could.  Your breathing was uneven, and when you did your best to look at your watch in the minimal light coming in through your window, you realized you’d only slept for 20 minutes.

A new record, at least as of late.

Sleep had not been kind to you in all the time since you’d made it to the Boston QZ.  After being abandoned by the

‘neighbors’

you held your trust in for the last two decades, you had to find somewhere to go.  The closest being Boston.

Luckily, through the process, though no one was kind to you upon your arrival, you were able to get a bed and find some sort of peace under FEDRA rule.

You’d only been there a few days, and each day you found it harder and harder to get any sleep.  So, knowing that you would be up in your bed once again until it was time to rise and shine, you decided to be a little productive in caring for your new living space, getting in a bit of cleaning.

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Then the sun rose, coloring the sky in soft orange as it rose over the buildings of the QZ.  Though you didn’t have much left, you moved to your kitchen to grab the coffee that you had brewed yourself.  Beans you were able to find on scavenging trips, that you'd had hidden away for months.  Hiding things being much more difficult when it came to the family you were living with before.

Now definitely being the time you needed them most.  But, you’d already been dressed, and wanted to explore and see possibly what sort of jobs you’d be able to get starting the next day.

Grabbing for your key to your apartment, you head out.  Locking the door quickly behind you.

Looking down to your hands, you could see they were definitely shaking.  You gulped the best you could, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself before you made your way out of the building.

It was just a FEDRA establishment, just people surviving just like you were.. That’s all it was.  No need to panic.  Please, no more panicking.

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The day found itself uneventful, as you’d been rejected for all jobs except for being told to help with gardening.  One of the jobs that paid the least, but the man had refused every other job that he spoke of.  Maybe it was for a lack of trust, or maybe that was all you looked capable of.

Holding the small piece of paper in your hand, you crushed it slightly under the weight of your fist.  You needed to get money, to be able to survive here.  Yet, it didn’t seem like it was going to be all that easy.

Walking back, you shoved your hands into your jeans pockets, kicking along a small pebble before you’d heard the murmuring of a crowd.  Looking up, you saw a large group gathered around what seemed to be a public display of shame.

You approached cautiously, but found your stomach turning in upset at the sight above you.  Three humans standing on a large wooden lift, each with a noose respectively in front of them.  A woman dressed in all black military gear, speaking through what looked to be a walkie connected to a speaker behind her.

Lurching forward, you wrapped your arms around yourself, that all too familiar of an anxiety rising up in your throat.  Like tears were threatening to fall, and acid was rising through your esophagus.  Your breathing felt more labored, and you had to look away.  The idea of how big of a crowd was here to watch, like this was some sort of entertaining sport made your skin crawl.

As you looked to the side, you saw a man with his back to you as he began walking toward the side street.  Following his path with your eyes, you saw him approaching another FEDRA agent, this one having his gaze set on the stranger you’d just seen. Giving him a seemingly knowing nod to his left.  Following the motion, you saw it led to a dingy looking walkway.

After they’d disappeared from sight, you contemplated.  What the fuck were those two up to?  A civilian going to a back alley deal with a FEDRA agent? 

The woman on her speaker spoke again, speaking of more of the crimes those lined up had committed against the dictatorship that was this new post-apocalypse government.

Fuck this.

In that moment, you decided to follow the stranger quietly, pushing through the crowd as gently as you could to catch up to the two.  Anything was better than knowing you were going to see three human beings be executed for an audience.

Doing your best, you followed the man from a distance once you’d caught up.  Though, as he moved down a gravel path, you took a moment in trying to figure out how to follow quietly. 

Taking a breath, you took a few steps along, being sure to keep holding back and allowing the two to do what they needed to do.  Or maybe this stranger was in trouble?  You didn’t really know, but you followed along the grating of the fence, until you could peek through it and see the two men in front of this green door that was kept away in its own little nook. 

Crouching down as you noticed the man from FEDRA taking one last peek around before digging in his pocket for a stack of… something.  It looked to be like money, handing it to the stranger in his blue-button up and tousled salt and pepper hair.  Though you couldn’t see much of the man you’d followed, the guard looked less than pleased.

What the fuck could this even be?  Some sort of sex thing?  Fuck, if it was anything like that you would have to get the hell out of there.

But, no sooner than you’d had the thought, you saw him being handed a small white pill.  Dropped into his hand, as he looked over it, saying something while he did.  Quickly he pulled it up to his tongue, getting a small taste of it.  Surely to check if it was real, before he nodded to the other, and was handed a bag filled with more of those little capsules.

Wait fuck, this man was able to get pills?  From where?  And, from whom?

Holding your position, you kept peeking above the patch of overgrown grass that hid your body behind it.  Seeing him pour the tablets into his pocket before handing the bag back to the civilian.

Shit, would he be able to get you something like that?  Not even much, just something to let you be able to sleep.  Just one peaceful night was all that you asked. 

The two’s exchange continued, them talking about something that you were completely out of earshot for.  Yet, as the guard pushed himself off from the wall, you knew it was your time to get out of there.  The two seemed to have made their peace with the deal and wanted to get back to their day.

You stood up, being sure you couldn’t see the two before you had fully risen to your feet, and moved back to where the crowd was slowly dispersing.  Averting your eyes from what you knew was hanging on your right. 

Moving forward, you moved to the phone pole that the guard seemed to be leaning against before meeting up for his deal.  Clutching it in your grip slightly as you take another steadying breath.  Maybe that man would even be able to give you medication to stop these attacks from overcoming every small aspect of your life.

“Hey.”

Your heart felt like it had leapt from your chest, and you jumped quickly into the air before turning to meet whomever was speaking to you.

The stranger.

Here you were, face to face with the man you’d followed to something you definitely didn’t need to be a witness to.  His arms were crossed over his broad chest, his chestnut eyes looking as though they would pierce a hole right through you, and his left eyebrow cocked up in a quizzical way.

“H-”

He cut you off, his voice low and gruff.  Commanding as he spoke,

“What the fuck were you doing watching me?  And, who the fuck do you think you are?”

The man had taken a step forward, using his commandeering demeanor to back you further up into the phone pole.  You gulped hard, visibly so.  Which definitely was not unnoticed by the unwavering man.

“I-I-”

Would he kill you?  Was it really something that important that you weren’t meant to see?  Fuck, your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, and it droned out a lot of the background noise of passersby and city ambience.

“Spit it out kid.”

Your stuttering had to be on his nerves.  He looked as if he wanted to kill you, and was doing so with his gaze alone. 

You balled your hands into fists, knowing they were trembling as you took a second to try and collect your thoughts.  Speaking them out much faster than you anticipated.

“I’mreallysorry… Iwaswonderingifyouweresellingothersortsofthings…”

Your words jumbled together, and you hang your head.  Your face lighting up a bright red, knowing just how foolish and childish you looked.

His gaze was locked onto you.  You knew because you could feel it.

It was much easier to talk when your eyes weren’t locked with his own, and you let your eyes wander over your beat up sneakers as you spoke softly.

“I was wondering if you sell things like that to other people.. Like, pills?”

You said it almost as a question to yourself.  Maybe it was just some deal this guy had with FEDRA and you were completely overstepping.  Which, you already had overstepped by just following someone you had never met before. 

A long silence wedged itself between you two, and you decided to break it by continuing.

“I mean like.. Sleeping pills.  Pills that make.. Nerves go away.”

As soon as you added that, you heard a gruff chuckle and immediately looked back up.

The smallest of smirks had grown along his face, and his eyes crinkled as he closed them.  Though this gave you an opportunity to look him over. 

And holy shit, was this man

gorgeous.

Definitely much older than you, just by the looks of him.  His confidence in his own stance is almost palpable. 

Yet you continued to look for the small moment that you had. 

His defined eyebrows that knotted together, having a permanent indent between them, (from scowling you would assume.)  Yet, they were knotted together in his small amusement.  A small dimple that you could slightly see with his crooked grin, holding itself on his right cheek.  His large hand moved up to his lips, covering them from view but letting your eyes wander along his beard that matched his graying hairs. Seeing small bits of patches where the hair seemed to refuse to grow.

But, quickly you were torn away as those threatening umber colored eyes caught you looking at him a little too intensely.  Which very quickly had you looking toward one of the abandoned buildings that still lined this street.  That familiar heat rising to your face as you definitely made yourself seem even more embarrassing in front of this stranger.

“That’s it?”

He spoke, almost matter-of-factly, and you nodded quickly.  Still unable to meet your gaze with his own again.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna cost quite a bit of cards, seein’ as I don’t know you.”

  The man definitely had a bit of an accent, something southern you would assume.

Fuck though, you didn’t even think about the fact that you literally watched that officer pay for the drugs he had bought.  Yet, you didn’t even have your first shift until the next day.  And, that shift didn’t even leave you enough to probably get through the week without begging that man to give you more than just gardening.

Chewing at your cheek, you let out a deflating breath. 

“Shit..”

You muttered, though you didn’t realize it was audible to the older man.

“There’s no way you would think that in the end of the world, you could get away with favors and I-O-Us from strangers did you?”

He was blunt, and even a tad rude.  Surely you were just some ignorant child to him.  You were probably wasting his time from other things he had to do, but you couldn’t back down.  If you went another night without sleep, you felt as though you would implode.

“I just got here and..”

Again you were interrupted,

“I don’t care about any of that.  I need payment for anything that I give you.”

Tears were pulling at your eyes, and you did your best to blink them away as your head tilted back to the ground to stare at your feet. 

‘Do not cry in front of this man, please.’

“Is.. There anything other than cards that I can trade you…?”

He backed up a bit, though you didn’t feel that piercing gaze on the back of your head as you kept looking down.  Thankfully.

“What do you have that you think is worth a trade?”

Fucking nothing.  You came with what little you had from your abandonment, clothes, toiletries, some cans of food.. Your thoughts trailed, but then it hit you how much of a commodity that something you owned was.  AT least it was when you were foraging.  

“Coffee.”

  You spoke plainly, feeling the tears halt in your eyes, though they were most definitely glossed over.  But, you cocked your head up, enough that you could take a peek to see if the cogs were turning in this guy’s head.

Which, they definitely looked as though they were.  You had to have been right or he would have scoffed you away.  The man was gently scratching along his peppered facial hair, clicking his tongue before speaking once more.

“Fuck, if that’s true, then yeah I can make a trade.  Just bring over what you’re willing to give.”

It felt as though karma was finally on your good side, and an audible sigh of relief left your throat. 

The man reached into his pocket, grabbing a small piece of paper and a pen and writing down something on it.

“Meet there later tonight, I have some errands to run.”

Folding it in half, he placed it between his index and middle finger, extending his hand to give it to you.  Yet, no sooner as you had it in your grip and were opening it to read, he’d left without even a farewell.

You looked at the small white note, and on it read;

‘Joel’

With an address scribbled below it.  An apartment building you’d thought you’d seen near your own, but you might have to do a bit of searching. 

But, finally, you’re going to get some fucking sleep.

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The day went by as normal.  A whole lot of nothing as you found yourself shacked up in your apartment, re-reading a book you’ve already read a handful of times.  Hopefully when you were more independent, you could trade some cards for something else.  Hell, you’d rather read a dictionary than this fucking book again.

But, as you were noticing the sun begin to set, you pushed yourself from your raggedy couch and moved to the kitchen.  Opening your cabinet, you pulled out the quite large bag you’d had stored of your coffee beans, deciding to take the entirety with you as you didn’t want to have to walk back to grab more should it not be enough.

You clutched the bag tightly, pulling it to your chest as a bit of that anxiety was swelling its way up your chest.  Slowly filling your throat with a burning sensation, as you realized you were going to this random man’s house, trading for pills.  Someone, somewhere, you didn’t know, you’d never been..

It was going to be a long fucking exchange.

You were right about his apartment building being familiar, as you found it really was right across the street from your own.  A hop away and you’d be at the front of his building.  It looked about the same as yours, just a different color on the outside, and you found yourself frozen outside the front door for a moment, looking up at the sheer height of it.  Dizziness working its way to the forefront as that panic continued to build itself inside of you.

But, you needed these pills.  You had to do it.

‘Bite the bullet.’

You thought to yourself over and over, moving to grip the cool metal of the entry door allowing yourself inside.

Following up a couple flights of stairs, the inside of the building looked completely worn down.  A pink carpet stained with age leads you through the halls.  Random pieces of furniture and debris scattered and lining the walls in each area you walked in.  It definitely wasn’t something you weren’t used to, as people seemed more concerned in making their living quarters a home, and not so much the entryway for others.

You take out the small scribbled note from your pocket, looking over it again as you look at the small scribble he had drawn on it.  A weird little shape with an arrow coming off of it that said, ‘This door.’;

Which was definitely not easy instruction, but as you walked the halls, you saw most of the doors had enough wear and tear that most of them just had chips in the wood as their symbol of entry.  A couple still held their shiny golden numbers, but most seemed to have fallen off or just completely vanished.

So you kept going, walking as far as you could until you’d moved up three floors and finally found the small symbol at the front of a door.  If you looked at it with maybe squinted eyes, it looked a little like a brachiosaurus.  So, that’s how you would decide to remember it should you need to come back.

Holding the beans closer to yourself, you took in a deep breath.  Your free hand hovering itself in front of the wood of the door, trembling as you did.  Your wrist was shaking violently, and you felt hot tears swelling their way up your ducts and holding them behind your eyes.  Taking a moment to blink them away.

Sucking your lower lip into your mouth, you took one last deep inhale before gently tapping the back of your knuckles to Joel’s door. 

Fuck you really hoped you read his note right, because if anyone else were to answer you would be running with your tail between your legs.

Silence followed.  You had taken a step back to allow the man room for him to open the door.  Yet, no answer came.

Was it the wrong room? 

You took out the small piece of paper again, looking at the symbol and back to the door, confident that it had to be it.  Or you were a terrible artistic interpreter.

Fear continued to bubble in your lower abdomen, especially as another stranger began making their way to their room down the hall.  Of course not without taking a look at this new face knocking on his neighbors door.  Cocking a brow at you before he ducked out of the hallway and into his own dwelling.

Knock again..

You had to, you could not fucking go another night without sleep.  It would kill you at this rate.  You took a step forward, once again having your shaky hand move up to the wood, this time knocking a bit harder. 

Fuck, your heart was pounding so hard in your chest you could feel it in your fingertips.  Like your heartbeat was surrounding your entire being in itself, and it’s all you could think about.

So when your next knock came, they were completely desperate.  Slamming against the wood, knowing you would run off this time if he didn’t answer.

Yet, as soon as you found yourself about to turn off on your heel, the door waS swung open with complete aggression and the older man stood there, using the weight of the wood to hold himself up.  His eyebrows were drawn together in annoyance, and he looked over you in confusion.

“Fuck do you want?”

His voice was gruff, lower than you’d heard earlier.  A drawl working its way through him as he wobbled slightly.  Had he been asleep?  There’s no way this man has already forgotten who you are.

“We were going to-”

He cut you off, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, opening the door wider for you to come in. 

“Just get in, I need to sit the fuck down.”

Definitely not a welcoming atmosphere, but you decided to walk past him the best that you could.  And almost as soon as you walked in, you could smell the booze lingering off of him.  A heavy smell of whiskey, and the smell was followed by a messy table right in front of you, littered with maps, papers, and alcohol bottles.  Two almost completely empty as they sat atop the disarray.

Not your place to judge, but the idea of being around someone drunk always puts you on high alert.  You’d had enough experiences, very bad, when your neighbor would drink.  So, you hold yourself a little taller, evening out your posture.  Doing your best to not look as fragile as you most definitely were.

You clasped your hands together in front of you, leaning back on the balls of your feet awaiting him.

The slam of the door made you jump, but he just groaned out as it seemed to piss him off even more as he walked past you.  Right into the small living room.  Giving little to no regard as his shoulders hit yours, moving past to plop himself down onto the worn plush of the couch.

You gulped hard, looking around at the stained and dated wallpaper that lined the entirety of the apartment, around at small little pieces that made the space seem lived in.  Hospitable.  Definitely more than what you currently had at your abode.

Joel had grunted again, leaning his head back onto the dark green of the couch, his head resting next to a small seemingly hand knitted blanket.  His eyes were not even looking over at you, and you were sure it was because of the alcohol.  He seemed far away.  Of course physically, but his brain didn’t seem to be wired correctly at the moment, with how he allowed himself to close his eyes.

“So…”

You decided to break the silence that washed over the room, placing the coffee beans you’d brought on his cluttered table.  Careful not to make too much noise, treading lightly.  Like you were with a sleeping bear.

“Fuck that’s who you are.  The one spyin’ on me earlier.”

  His eyes were still closed, his hand moving up to shield his eyes from the sunset that was making its way through his windows to his right.

“Y-Yeah..”

You stuttered, still not really having any ground to stand on as you began to rock yourself back and forth.  Still holding your head high as you straightened out your back, not wanting to let on just how scared you were.

Joel let out a small laugh.  One you could see peeking under his arm as you kept your gaze solely on him.

“So, you wanted to trade me after spyin’ on my other deals.  Thinkin’ now I should be all up’n kind to you?  Is that it?”

Was this just how he was?  Your voice caught in your throat.  Still keeping your eyes locked to his spot on the couch.  Taking a breath as you were going to respond, he cut you off.

“A fuckin’ new kid in town stickin’ her nose where it don’t belong, is that right?  Now here I am, tradin’ her some pills for fuckin’ coffee?”

It sounded like he was talking to himself.  But, you couldn’t help but feel your throat become a little tighter, jolting even as he moved to be sitting up.  Elbows resting on his knees, his piercing brown eyes staring right through you.

You shook your head, because really what else was there to do in this scenario.  It was made blatantly clear that you were the idiot in the wrong.

“S-Sorry… I just can’t sleep-”

Again he let out a chuckle, this one a bit louder, more spiteful.

“Kid, you’re so lucky I’m not some of the other folks around here.  They woulda followed you home, and murdered you under blanket’a night.  No one would bat a fuckin’ eye.”

This felt like he was threatening you, and you felt yourself back up even though he didn’t move at all.  You leaned your weight onto the messy table, using your hands to hold yourself up as you knew if you kept them in front of you he would see the shaking.

You gulped, nodding this time.  Keeping it slow as your eyes stay locked.

“Even worse, they wouldn’ta just killed you.  They woulda sold you.  For cards.  To whoever was the highest bidder.  Your life would be nothin’ more than the use some rich fucker has for you.”

Silence hung heavy in the air.  Nothing breaking it as Joel had finally looked away from you. 

Surely in his own head he had to think he was doing something out of the kindness of his heart.  To warn you of who else was out there, but to you.. That meant nothing.  Your eyes began to swell with tears, and silently they began to fall down your cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m just a stupid kid.  Sorry for coming.”

Your voice was laced with venom and pain, and your tears continued to slowly slip down your cheeks and to the floor below you.

At that moment Joel seemed to have seen you.  Finally seeing what he’d done, through his drunken haze.

The man leaned back a little, his arm resting over the back of the couch loosely, one hand moving to rest on his inner thigh.  He looked smug, almost pleased with himself, until your voice broke.

“Just fucking keep-”

You couldn’t even talk, your mind felt as though you were that little girl again.  Memories swelling in your brain as you felt as though you were sinking in quicksand, nausea working its way up through your body.

Your breathing became ragged.  Those silent tears turned into hyperventilation, and you found yourself pushing off the table the best you could.

What a fucking embarrassing sight.

You could see only your past, flashing in colors and moments behind your eyes.  Feelings rising to your skin that made your hyperventilation quickly turn to wheezing. 

All of it was catching up to you, all at once.

You looked up to the man, the one you were supposed to be here to trade with, and you saw he had stopped that smug attitude.  His brows furrowed in what you were more than likely just perceiving as concern, but he probably was more annoyed that you were wasting more of his time.

Almost as soon as you saw him, you were back in the eyes of your childhood once again.  Blinking up to a man you thought you could trust, reaching his hand down to you.

A scream escaped you, filling the small apartment as you began to scream in begs

“Please don’t!  Please, please!  I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!” 

Your heart felt like it was going to explode,and as your screams continued quickly everything around you was swirling in black.The last thing you remember is the sound of your body fully hitting the floor, and the sound of your own ragged breaths.

[thequietkid-moonie]

So sorry to ask👏👏 I know you already did something kinda similar to this but could you do an Assassination Classroom x Reader with a reader who has anxiety or generalized anxiety. I really like your writing and I think you would portray it really well

Class 3-E with a classmate with an anxiety disorder

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Class 3-E ]

[ Assassination Classroom / Ansatsu Kyoshitsu ]

Of course dear ~ don't worry, is completely fine! I know I already wrote for reader with anxiety but not with Class 3-E so is completely fine!

I actually have a anxiety disorder so this is kinda comforting ❤️ thanks for requesting this anon!!

Maybe this isn't my best writing but I tried my best, sorry

When Koro-sensei started to be the teacher of Class 3-E he decided to be the best teacher he can be, that is why he pays close attention and plans to have a good relationship with every single of them, try to befriend them without forgeting his role as the teacher

Koro-sensei is incredibly smart and observant (and he is proud of it) so it won't take him long for him to realice how nervous (or anxious) you tent to get sometimes, even if you don't show it much he will find out soon or later. At first Koro-sensei doesn't think much of it because all of you are teenagers and are under a lot of pressure for the school system, and not just that but you are in your third year of high school it would normal for anyone in this situation to feel anxious, but as the time pass he notice more and more hints that you feel anxious even in what could be consider normal situation

This truly worry him but before trying to talk to you about this topic he does a deeper research of the topic, wanting to make sure to know all he need before confronting you. When he does aproach to you to talk about this topic he, first of all, ask you how do you feel and what exactly makes you nervous, after confirming that what you feel is anxiety he ask you if you already are seen a profesional for help or not

Koro-sensei clarify that there is nothing bad about having a anxiety disorder (it could be generated while trying to protect yourself from something), is actually pretty common (sadly) and is completely natural for people to feel anxiety in situation that make people feel stress or even in danger, however with a anxiety disorder is something deeper but you can learn how to handle it

Koro-sensei will prepare an specially class to talk about anxiety, not just to help you indirectly but also to help everyone to learn to calm themselfs since in this assassin class all of you will face diferent situations that could bring a feeling of anxiety, and if you learn to handle that you can handle everything outside the school. He goes from explaining the feeling to completely explain the disorder and the anxiety attacks, as well to teach different techniques that help you calm down during one, breath and calm down is the key to handle anxiety!

You can open up to them about having an anxiety disorder or not, in any case they (specially your closer friends) will find out on their own, or at least notice when you are feeling anxious and are always willing to help you (at least to guide you through the technique to be able to calm down and focus)

Some of your classmates, like Kurahashi, Maehara and Fuwa, tries to help you with it in a more joking way, using jokes to help you distract, while others, like Hara, Kataoka and Isogai, are more direct and try to help you calm down

In the other hand some of them tries to help you but start panicing a little if they see you in a anxious state, like Okuda, Kimura or Sugaya, while there are others that say in a no so joking way that you have nothing to worry since they are the real danger (like Karma, Nakamura or Hazama)

[self-indulgent-devils]

So since I have 0 social skills. I am now having a LOT of ideas for x shy!reader stuff hahahahaha. Not just like shy. But someone that cannot handle social situations. Anxiety, fear of people, can barely speak during them. Trembles. Mostly thinking of Valentino, but thinking of Crimson and Adam and Mammon and Buckzo too as my main five shitty comfort characters and I love it. Gonna have to make drabbles of some of em. Writing this down now.

[hunterwritesstuff]

hello I hope you’re having a good day!

I absolutely love how you write mark !! if it’s okay, may I request a hurt/comfort of mark and the reader (gender neutral)? the scenario can be the reader feeling super overwhelmed and anxious and mark just being the comfy guy he is :)

you can write it as hcs or as story whichever is best for you!

Of course I can! I love writing comfort with Mark, so I'm glad people enjoy reading it! :D Projected a bit with the way the anxiety is depicted here, just a heads up! Gonna go with a story for this one, hope ya enjoy!

You groaned, squeezing yourself into a corner. Everything was too loud, everything was too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, ALL OF THEIR EYES WERE ON YOU, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO-

"Hey, dude, y'alright?" You jumped slightly, but quickly felt relief as you recognized the voice.

You groaned, curling in on yourself tighter, breathily muttering to yourself. "tell an authority figure about your encounter, hinder the alternate's movement, identify the class type, neutralize the alternate if safe to do so, know your place in reality..." you breathily repeated to yourself.

You jumped as a warm hand found its way to your shoulder, but then you remembered. It was just Mark. "Hey, buddy, it's okay. Just breathe. You're safe as long as you're with me, alright?"

You shook your head no, holding your head tightly, as if that would help still your anxiety. "tell an authority figure about your encounter, hinder the alternate's movement, identify the class type, neutralize the alternate if safe to do so, know your place in reality..." you told yourself again.

"Jeez, you're...a really big mess, huh?" Mark chuckled dryly. You rocked yourself back and forth to attempt to soothe yourself, but it wasn't working.

"tell an authority figure about your encounter, hinder the alternate's movement, identify the class type..." you shuddered.

"Hey, hey, hey, breathe, you're okay, you're okay." Mark hushed.

"I-Identify...th-the..." You shuddered again, shaking slightly.

Mark pulled you into a hug, your body wracking with barely hidden sobs, Mark hushing you softly, rocking the both of you together.

"I...Ident...." You started, Mark hushing you again.

"Nobody's looking, it's okay...nobody's watching you...you can breathe...if you need to cry, you can cry...I won't judge..."

You sat there comfortably in his arms, sobbing out the anxiety. You tried apologizing for getting his hoodie wet, but he shushed you, shutting down the apology immediately.

After a while, you calmed down, and all Mark had to say was "I'm proud of you for making it through, buddy."

[constantcrisis19]

Party Animal - Part 4

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

Word Count: 2,003

Main Page

Warnings: Panic attack, violence

You had just finished the last of your drink when Billy had reemerged and, although he looked a bit calmer now, he still had an unsettling aura as he prowled across the dance floor, his loyal fans still obediently following him like lost ducklings. 

You watched as the blond approached the shirtless guy who was still passing out drinks, the other teen practically tripping over himself at having Billy’s full attention. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you saw the drink distributor scan over the crowd before making eye contact with you.

Your grip on your plastic cup tightened until it creaked threateningly when he proceeded to give you a wide grin before nudging Billy and pointing in your direction. Your spine snapped ramrod straight as Billy turned, his lips quirking up into a smile upon spotting you, and your gaze quickly darted around, looking for some kind of escape. 

Unfortunately for you, Billy had already ditched the shirtless teen that he’d been talking to and was making his way through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor towards where you were currently lurking with his trademark grin. 

“Hey gorgeous, need a refill?” He asked once he was within hearing range, his voice still somehow managing to be saccharine sweet even despite the blond having to raise his voice in order to be heard over the nearly deafening music. 

You leaned to the side in order to look over his shoulder, nervously staring at the group that had been occupying themselves with following Billy around, the crowd of teens now loitering at his back as they took turns giving you dirty looks.

Billy followed your uncomfortable gaze to the teen lingering behind him and you saw one of Billy’s hands twitch, his fingers jerking wildly -almost as if the motion was involuntary- out of your peripheral vision before his handsome face twisted up into a sneer.

“Get lost.” He snapped and the group obediently scrambled to make themselves scarce, Billy waiting until they were all out of sight before turning his attention back to you. “Sorry about that.” He stated, rearranging his features into an easy grin before offering you one of his hands, palm up.

You stared at the limb uncomprehendingly, unsure of what he wanted since the only thing you were carrying was your empty cup, and you didn’t think that he was offering to throw it away. Though, you must’ve taken too long, because Billy’s expression did something strange before he seemingly collected himself and took your cup from your lax grip, tossing it aside and grabbing your wrist. 

“Come on.” Billy said encouragingly as he used his death grip around your wrist to tow you out onto the packed dance floor. Before you could react, the crowd was already swallowing you up, the moving bodies forcing you closer to Billy’s back lest you get separated. 

Once Billy reached a spot that he was pleased with, he turned around to face you, keeping his grip on your wrist as he began to bounce in time with the deep bass pounding through the speakers. You remained stock still as bodies danced around you, the air in the room hot and suffocating, making you feel claustrophobic. 

You briefly glanced away from his intense gaze, which turned out to be a mistake since it made you keenly aware of the several guys and girls closest to you that were glaring daggers at you, like the fact that Billy was giving you the time of day somehow personally offended them. Their blatant jealousy was extremely unflattering and made you feel even worse about the whole situation.

Billy must have noticed your growing discomfort because he shifted even closer and began to move in earnest, rolling his body with purpose as the song changed to something faster. You saw him flash a grin as he loosened his grasp in order to run his hands up your arms, over your shoulders and down your sides before halting on your waist, his thumbs slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to press firmly against skin.

“You’re alright. Just focus on me.” He murmured as he leaned closer, his voice low and soothing. You let out a shaky breath, minutely relaxing into his hands and slowly beginning to sway along with the rhythm that the music set.

The only warning you got that anything was wrong was Billy’s gaze darting away from your face to stare over your shoulder, his smirk falling from his face as his eyes hardened. You startled when you felt someone come up behind you, the person rudely inviting themselves into your personal space. 

You spin around, Billy hands falling from your hips as you put your back to the blond in order to confront the guy who had decided that it was a good idea to step up behind you. Before you could get a word out, the clearly drunk teen stumbled forward, closing the distance that you had managed to put between the two of you. 

He reached out -probably in an attempt to steady himself- and caught himself on your shoulders, his head lolling forward as he slurred out some intelligible sentence, his breath reeking of liquor and vomit. You winced at his proximity and shoved at his hands, pushing them off of you and stepping further away, forcing Billy to backpedal with you, which turned out to be a mistake since the guy just tipped over without having something to brace himself against.

“Hey! Back off, shithead!” Billy snarled as he stepped out from behind you, shoving at the drunk's chest and sending him careening into the people crowded behind him. There was a commotion as he fell to the floor, the crowd closest to the confrontation forming a tight circle around you, Billy and the stranger. 

The drunk lurched back to his feet with an angry curse and the idiot -having been fueled by liquid courage- aimed a sloppy punch at Billy, who effortlessly dodged before swinging back. There were a few shouts as the blond’s knuckles slammed into the drunk’s face, not giving his opponent a chance to recover before ramming his shoulder into the other teen’s chest and rapidly landing some brutal looking kidney shots.

“Billy! Billy stop!” You shouted in an attempt to be heard over the sheer volume, but it was no use and it wasn’t long before the music cut out as the dance floor devolved into a fighting ring, the pounding bass being replaced with a cacophony of yelling. 

Your breathing picked up speed as people shoved you, forcing you further away from the center of the circle and the fight as the crowd got riled up, one girl screaming so close to you that you swore your ears popped.

You quickly gave up on trying to get Billy’s attention and instead used the ensuing chaos to push your way through the hollering mob, insults and encouragement alike filling the space until it was all just white noise. You stumbled toward the hallway leading toward the exit, ignoring the girl that checked your invitation on the way in as you practically fell through the door.

You heaved desperate breaths as you hit the cool night air, trying to keep the panic that was quickly building at bay. You shoved your hand into your pocket to dig out your keys as you unsteadily moved toward where you parked your car, wrenching the door open and falling into the driver seat as you began to hyperventilate. 

Your shaking hands fumbled the keys as you tried to shove them into the ignition, the key ring rattling as your fingers went numb and they hit the footwell between your sneakers. You curled up on the seat with a sob, your hands fisting into your hair to pull at the strands until your scalp ached.

Then there were warm hands gently brushing against your knuckles before carefully untangling your fingers from your hair, bringing your intertwined hands down to rest in your lap. You looked up through blurry vision and took note of blue eyes and a wild mane of curls and immediately realized who exactly it was who found you. 

“You’re alright. Just focus on me.” Billy whispered quietly into the silence and -unwilling to let him see you so vulnerable- you tried to pull away from him, but Billy refused to let go, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of your hand. 

He was crouched in front of the open door of your car, making sure that he was close enough to reassure you that you weren’t alone without being so close that his presence felt suffocating. It was oddly… thoughtful. 

You stared down at your joined hands, timing your breaths with each pass of his thumb and gradually slowing your pounding heart, focusing on his touch instead of the overwhelming need to climb out of your own skin.

“How are you feeling?” Billy asked once your chest was rising and falling evenly, your eyes dry. You sniffled a little and uncurled from your defensive position, finally glancing up from the soothing motions of his thumb. 

“I…” Your voice came out shaky and weak so your response trail off into silence. You wanted to say that you were fine, but the false words got stuck in your throat. Thankfully, Billy seemed to pick up on the fact that you were struggling and slowly inched closer, his hand briefly tightening his grip on yours before he gave you a soft smile.

“Alright. That’s okay. Are you hungry?” He asked and you just stared at him blankly for a moment since the question had come out of left field. 

“What?” You said incredulously and his grin grew even wider -if that was even possible- before he nodded encouragingly. 

“What do ya say we go get some food?” Billy patiently repeated and you found yourself shocked by how accommodating and thoughtful he was being, which was the total opposite of what you’d seen of his personality in school.

It made you wonder how he was so damn good at guiding you through a panic attack whereas others usually just ended up making things worse on the off chance that they decided to try and help.

It was like you were seeing Billy in a whole new light.

“Uh, sure.” You replied, feeling a little floored, and the tension in his shoulders that you didn’t even notice was there melted off his frame. Billy released your hands and you had a moment to mourn the loss of his touch before he straightened out of his crouch, ducking down in order to maintain eye contact with you.

“Scoot over, I’ll drive.” He stated and you obediently crawled over the center console, opening up the driver’s seat for Billy, and collapsed into the passenger seat as the blond sat down. You buckled in, watching as Billy shut the door behind him before reaching down between his knees to snag the keys that you had dropped, the blond putting the key into the ignition and starting the car in one smooth motion.

He meticulously adjusted the seat and the mirrors before taking the vehicle out of park and you couldn’t manage to pry your eyes away from him as he easily pulled out of the lot and began to drive down the road.

You had no idea why he was being so nice to you or why he even bothered to go through the effort of inviting you out several times, especially when it seemed like he had nothing to gain by being kind. 

You tried telling yourself that the reason you were waiting to confront him about his odd behavior until you reached a restaurant was because you didn’t feel like arguing with someone as volatile as Billy while in a moving vehicle where you couldn’t get away if things went sideways, but in reality you just liked the companionable silence and didn’t want to ruin it.

Not yet.

[mischievousmoony]

hello !! it is again almost 3am where i am but i cannot stop thinking at nerdy james before he gets buff from quidditch.

headcanon time; first or second year, before he knew his friends, he was like this wimpy little kid that got bullied a whole lot (especially by slytherin kids) and that's why he plays pranks on people.

but but! a request maybe of reader liking james before he got popular, but they never made it known because they're the quiet type. but as james became popular, reader stayed the same and they never really really crossed paths again. but there was a time where reader did something small for james back then which he remembered all those years and then they kiss kiss fall in love.

you can you whatever pronouns you want again for reader !!

- 🌱

took the liberty of making the reader a gryffindor hope thats ok

𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞

⟢ james potter x reader ⊹ 2.8k ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication (not reader or james), unsolicited flirting from random guy, james is taller than r, gryffindor!reader, introvert!reader, no specific pronouns for reader used

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Secluded in a quiet corner is where you feel most comfortable at parties. Your fellow Gryffindors are a boisterous bunch, and that's never been your style, making it much easier to watch events like these from the sidelines.

This doesn't make you the most popular student in your house. It's not as though people don't like you, but they don't really know you. If they had to, the vocabulary they would use to describe you would be limited to quiet, nice, and… quiet.

You’ve always wondered if you would've fit in better in another house. Ravenclaw always seemed appealing. Or Hufflepuff maybe. But for reasons you don't understand, the sorting hat put you here. With the daring, self-assured, unreserved students that you couldn't be anymore like. But, you never really minded. As different as they are, at least they're nice.

For the most part.

"Hey, baby," one of your housemates drawls, emerging from the lively crowd and invading your corner. You can't say you remember his name as he cozies up next to you, unceremoniously situating himself against the wall. His shoulder crashes against it roughly as he says, "You look lonely over here."

His warm, beer-scented breath invades your senses and you scrunch your nose in discomfort, veering away from him as you reply, "I'm fine."

"Want some company?" he presses, surging forward to make up for the space you created and then some.

"No, thank you." It's almost annoying that your instinct is to be polite as this guy invades your personal space.

"Cos I could make for some real nice company," he adds, a sinister smirk working its way onto his face as you cringe away from him.

You're wracking your brain for a way out of this situation, when a familiar voice sounds from behind you, saving you the trouble.

"Hey, ready to head out?" James Potter says, and you have no idea what he's talking about, but at least it makes the other guy back away from you slightly.

"James," you blurt, rather dumbly, surprised at his sudden closeness.

Truthfully, you have been eyeing him from your corner; admiring the boy from afar as you have for years. Most of Gryffindor fancies him, and you're no exception. But who wouldn't have a thing for Gryffindor's valiant captain and ever confident head boy? Especially when that boy looks the way James does: standing over six feet tall with a chiseled, muscular physique (thank you, Quidditch). He seems to know it too, the way he carries himself with confidence.

His most captivating feature, though, is his bright, infectious smile. It's always been your favorite thing about him, even when it was still the shy, hesitant grin of a boy who wasn’t yet confident in himself.

"It's about time for us to get out of here, don't you think?" James smiles, baring all of his pearly whites, and he looks like something out of a dream. His eyes flick from you to the boy to your left. "Oh, hey Callaghan, didn't see you there."

"Potter," Callaghan nods in greeting. "You, uh, you know..." he trails off, gesturing aimlessly to you. You're not surprised that he doesn't know your name.

"Y/N? Course I do," James says, stepping closer to you.

But that. That's a surprise.

James towers over both of you, making Callaghan take another step back in intimidation. You're too busy being surprised to feel relieved over the space. James knows your name?

Callaghan gestures between the two of you, trying the gauge your relationship. "And you two are...?"

"Leaving," James says, offering you his hand, “Right?”

You stare at his hand, momentarily dumbfounded, before you take it, “Right.”

You feel kind of hazy as you let James lead you away from Callaghan, away from the lively party, and out into the corridor. The situation is so surreal that you wouldn't be surprised if you suddenly woke up to find it was all a dream. When was the last time you even spoke to James Potter?

"You alright?" James' voice cuts through the silence of Hogwarts' halls. Your eyes meet his concerned ones as he leans against the stone wall, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Yeah, I'm alright," you say, still a little muddled. You snap out of it with a shake of your head, remembering your manners, "Thank you, by the way."

"Psh," he waves his hand through the air, brushing it off, "You don't need to thank me. Any person with eyes could see Callaghan was being... off putting." James scrunches his nose in judgement, pausing as if to bite his tongue, like has more to say about Callaghan but better not. "Any decent person would've stepped in. No thank you necessary."

"Well I'm thankful anyway," you say quietly, the corner of your mouth tugging upward into a small smile.

James' eyes dart to your lips, your gesture conjuring a wide smile on James' own lips. You're momentarily distracted as his tongue runs across his teeth, barely hearing him as he says, "Well, I may be reluctant to accept your gratitude because I may have had some selfish reasons behind my method."

Your lips part, twitching into the shape of various words that never leave your lips. You feel very warm all of a sudden.

James does a rubbish job of hiding the amusement in his eyes, but he is kind enough to put you out of your misery with an explanation, "I need a walking buddy. Was hoping you'd like to join me?"

You're not any less dumfounded but you manage to get the words out this time. "You want me to go on a walk with you?"

"Yeah," James says, like it's not strange at all.

"Why didn't you ask one of your friends to go?"

"You are my friend," James insists, and you cock and eyebrow.

"I was surprised that you even knew my name."

"Of course I know you! We're friends," he emphasizes.

You look at him skeptically, not sure what you did to make a friend out of him. Not that you wouldn't like to be his friend, but friends usually talk to each other. The last time James spoke to you was last year to ask if you had an extra roll of parchment. And he was more so asking the entire class, you just so happened to be the one with the parchment.

"Do you not want to be my friend?" He asks in a teasing tone, having let you stare in silent skepticism for long enough.

He's not being serious, but you panic anyway. "What!? No! I mean no I don't not want to be friends!"

He chuckles as he pushes himself up from wall. "Then walk with me, would'ya?" He nods his head off in the same direction he starts walking, expecting that you'll follow.

You do, your feet moving faster than your brain can overthink your way into a no. But as you walk next to him your thoughts catch up with you.

What are you supposed to talk about? What do you know about him? Quidditch. What do you know about Quidditch? You know lots about Quidditch. Quick, say something about Quidditch before this silence gets awkward. Why do you suddenly not know anything about Quidditch?

The effects of your racing mind are written across face, your features contorted in worry and a lasting skepticism as you glance up at James every so often.

James is glancing at you too, finding every little crease and contour from your worried look endearing as silent laughter bubbles in his chest.

"Alright, what's that face?" James finally asks, his tone as gentle as possible as not to make you uncomfortable.

Your expression softens into sheepishness. James looks at you with such kindness that you find yourself voicing your concerns.

"We're friends?" you ask in a small, hesitant voice.

James is quick to defend his claim, "I've known you since we were kids!"

"We haven't spoken since we were kids," you say.

He seems to deflate at your words, faltering as he experiences a moment of speechlessness.

"Besides," you go on, a hint of smugness creeping up on you, "we've known everyone at this school since we were kids. Does that make us friends with everyone?"

James is quick to shake his head. "Not everyone was as kind as you back then."

Any trace of smugness has been quickly expunged and replaced by a fluttering in your stomach as his eyes fill with what you would call admiration if you didn't know any better.

"And you were exceptionally kind," he adds on, not helping ease the butterflies in your stomach. "Though you're right. I should've talked to you. I don't know why I didn't talk to you more."

"It's okay," you say in a small voice, prompting you to clear your throat before you continue, "We're talking now."

James smiles that radiant, charming smile that makes you swoon. Before silence can settle over you James' face lights up as an idea pops into his head.

"Have you even been on the Quidditch Pitch at night? I mean, when there's no game going on?"

You shake your head, your eyebrows creasing as you find his question rather random. Before you've fully grasped what he's implying, he's grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the castle.

A gasp escapes your lips as he tugs you along, his enthusiasm and long strides causing him to race ahead without realizing how fast he’s moving. It's only when you're outside that you find your voice again.

"James!"

He slows his pace and drops your hand. For a moment, he looks almost embarrassed, shrugging his shoulders as he lacks an excuse for his sudden burst of energy.

You shake your head with a smile. “Some things never change. Do you ever take a deep breath and just mellow out?” you ask, noticing with amusement that he’s just as hyperactive now as he was when you were kids.

James makes a big show of taking a long, deep breath as he falls into step with you at a much more leisurely pace than before.

You shake your head again, chuckling.

"Some things do change, by the way. For example, you were taller than me back then," he says, resting his elbow on the top of your head to emphasize the difference.

You jerk your head away, playfully retorting, "Everyone was taller than you."

"Shut up!" he laughs, letting his arm fall to his side. He's close enough that his arm brushes against yours as you walk. You feel the shake of his laughs against your skin and you can't help but giggle along.

It doesn't take long to walk to the quidditch pitch. The walk felt shorter than it does on game days, but maybe that's because you didn't have James to walk with.

You follow James out to the very center of the field, where he wastes no time to plop down into the grass. "Lay with me," he says, crossing his arms behind his head. "You can see all the stars from out here," he says to convince you.

"You come out here a lot?" you ask as you sink down beside him. The grass tickles your skin as you lay down.

"I've been coming out here since I was a first year," James reveals. "I used to lay in the grass, just like this, and imagine what I would look like flying above dodging bludgers and scoring winning goals."

"Yeah?"

James hums affirmatively. "I've always loved Quidditch. Wanted to play for as long as I can remember. And then I came to Hogwarts, and Merlin, I thought the Quidditch players were so cool. Wanted to be like them so bad."

"What does it feel like?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you’re the one first years are looking up to now."

"No, they're not," James scoffs in complete disbelief.

"James," you deadpan, thinking he can't be serious. "You're the Gryffindor captain and rightfully so. One of the best chasers Hogwarts has probably ever seen. I mean, way you escaped that bludger last weekend?” you muse. “Not to mention the Chudley Chop Down you pulled off. You looked just like the professionals, it was incredible!"

James is caught at a loss for words again, a rare occurrence for him, but you've managed to make it happen twice now.

You clear your throat, realizing how you've just raved on about him to his face. You excuse yourself with, "I, um, I really like Quidditch."

James blinks away the awestricken glint in his eyes, responding, "Figured as much. Don't think I've ever played a game I haven't seen you in the crowd of. But enough about me," he continues. "What about you and your achievements, eh?”

“What are you talking about?”

"Don't be coy. You have to be the brightest witch at Hogwarts."

"No, that's–"

"C'mon I've seen the marks you get. And no one gets Gryffindor more house points in class than you do. All the professors love you; Slughorn always seats you to his right at Slug Club meetings. And I thought Minnie had a soft spot for me but then I saw how she talks to you."

"Maybe if you called her Professor McGonagall once in a while," you tease, trying to distract him from showering you with anymore compliments to spare your heart from racing any longer.

"Wouldn't matter. She likes you because you're smart. Driven too. She knows you’ll do great things after school. Everyone knows you'll be one of the most successful in our class."

"I hardly think anyone notices me,” you say, nervously ripping up blades of grass from the ground.

"I have," he says, looking at you with so much fondness it takes your breath away.

Your eyes widen, sparkling with warm astonishment at all his kind words. James notices the way your parted lips curve into a small, shy smile. Slowly, it grows into a grin.

He nudges you, "Now what's that look for?"

"This is just... unexpected."

"Unexpected?"

"I mean I didn't realize you remembered by name, let alone knew anything about me."

James' expression is tinted with disbelief. He removes his arms from behind his head as he angles his body slightly toward you, gearing towards something serious. "Of course I did. When I said you were kind to me back then, you were really the only one who was. How could I forget you?"

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise as James sighs deeply.

"Merlin, I really should have talked to you more," he says, shaking his head.

"It's okay–"

"No," he insists, "I should have talked to you more. I don't know why I didn't– I mean I do know why I just..."

You swallow hard, giving yourself time to find your voice. "There's a reason?" you ask.

James turns his head, shifting back against the grass as his gaze finding the stars above him. You can see the moon reflecting in his eyes as he bathes in its light. He looks ethereal like this.

"You make me nervous," he's able to admit in the comfort of not having to see your reaction, pretending it’s just him and the moon out here.

Your jaw goes slack. You'd sooner think you're being pranked or he's under some kind of spell than to believe his words.

"What?" you finally utter. Your hand freezes with a chunk of freshly ripped up grass held hostage between your fingertips.

James chuckles, "You were so nice to me. And I always thought you were so pretty I– every time you said something kind to me I would get so red in the face."

You're silent, at a loss for words as you try to wrap your mind around his admission. If the tips of his ears hadn't turned red, you'd think he's lying.

"I mean everything made me nervous back then," he continues. "Thank Merlin I grew out of that, but you..."

James finally looks at you again, his eyes darting across your face as he absorbs your reaction. Carefully, he takes hold of your wrist, placing your palm flat on his chest, over his heart.

"You still make my heart race," he says quietly, and you can feel the proof under your fingertips.

Words make their way past your lips almost instinctively, driven by a desire to reassure him. "I... I was too nervous to talk to you too."

The fondness in his eyes grows even warmer, and he begins tracing gentle lines on the back of your wrist with the pad of his thumb. "It's alright," he says. His tone is genuine and hopeful as he continues, "We're talking now," he repeats your words from earlier with newfound affection. "And I'd really like it if we could keep talking."

"Yeah," you say. A wave of courage washes over you, and you adjust your hand to intertwine your fingers with his. "Me too."

After that, you find yourself out here a lot more often, staring at the stars with James, your fingers intertwined. You're both much more comfortable around each other now, but from time to time, you still make each other's heart race.

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[machveil]

Neighbor!König pt 2

Neighbor!König pt 1

König was a nervous mess the first few days of passing sticky notes back and forth. He didn’t understand why you were answering his little messages - leaving your own messages in turn. Although, it eased his mind knowing that you weren’t spooked by this little game that developed. He was careful, unintentionally memorizing when you came and went from your apartment so he could leave you a note or two.

He was sure the other neighbors noticed - oh, he was positive. It’s hard to ignore bright, little yellow pieces of paper stuck to a door when the hallway is drab. ‘Don’t forget your umbrella, it’s going to rain today.’, ‘There’s a sale at the coffee shop around the corner.’, or, ‘I read that book you recommended. It was good.’, cute little sentences shared between two neighbors, an unintentional show for the others on their floor. König would be embarrassed, but leaving his notes anonymously made him feel better. While the notes were very public, he had managed to keep his identity hidden - a masked man, hidden behind sticky notes and sweet words.

Maybe that’s why he got a little cocky, a little more confident - a confidence reminiscent of how he felt on the battlefield. He had managed to keep this little exchange going for a month now, well, ignoring when he was deployed - he’d always leave a note excusing his sudden departures. A few words vaguely saying he’d be back; a giddy feeling bubbling in his chest, he had something to look forward to when he came back. And, just maybe, that’s why he found himself leaving a note while you were still home. Footsteps quiet as he made the small walk to your door, just as he was about to stick the piece of paper to your door, he startled when the handle turned.

When you first saw the little pieces of paper on your front door you were amused. Attention caught with that first little note, ‘Hallo.’. Whoever had written it wrote it so small, the note underneath written a little larger. Glancing around the hall, maybe hoping someone would step out and claim “I left those”, a smile graced your lips. Taking the sticky notes off your door, you quickly made your way to a little stationary pile - you’d leave a message of your own, ‘I’m good! hope you’re doing well :)’.

And just like, after putting it on your door, you had started a routine with this mysterious messenger. You’d started to collect the little notes your pen pal left, tucked away in a drawer. Whoever left the notes got more comfortable writing them, at least, you think so. Their short, concise notes became a little longer. It went from short ‘good morning’s to sentences about the latest book they had read. It was silly, but their messages always left your heart fluttering. All things considered, whoever this was had a charm to them. You were sure it was a neighbor, the only problem was you had quite a few. There wasn’t a smooth way to bring it up in conversation either, “Hey, have we been talking to each other? I mean– you know, through sticky notes?”. So, instead, you settled for waiting. Waiting for a day when you could catch whoever this was.

It was comforting to know you had at least met all your neighbors, interacting with some more than others. Maybe it was the guy down the hall? No, he didn’t seem like the type to leave sticky notes, he’d probably just knock on your door and talk to you. It could have been the neighbor across the hall, but they weren’t home often enough to do this. Either way, you figured you’d meet them eventually. Roughly a month into this little exchange that day came. A day off of work, the sun beaming outside, it was the perfect time to treat yourself to a treat. Wallet in your back pocket, when you opened the front door you didn’t expect to be faced with a chest. Looking up with wide eyes, your shoulders relax, a soft smile tugging at your lips. König. You’d only talked to him a few times, he only gave you his name because he was stuck in an elevator with you one time - darting off to his apartment quickly when the doors opened. He didn’t talk much, could hardly maintain eye contact with you, but he was so nice. He helped you carry your groceries up to your apartment  one time, of course, he fled when you turned your back to him, but it was the thought that counted.

So when you look up at him, a greeting on the tip of your tongue, the yellow sticky note in his hand makes you pause. Lips parting, words caught in your throat, a dopey little grin settles on your lips, “König? You’re–”, but before you can speak further, he cuts you off. Hands shaky, he looks away, “Ah– nein– no, I’m–”, accent thick with stress, he takes a step back, “Scheiße– I’m sorry.”. Before you can get another word out, König turns on his heel, sticky note fluttering to the floor as he makes a break for his door. “Wait– König, come back!”, calling out, you’re met with the sound of his door slamming shut.

Brain still playing catch, your eyes dart from his door to the fallen sticky note. Heart twisting a little, you bend down to pick up the note - a little crinkled from König unknowingly clenching his hand. Sighing, you glance back at his door, lips quirked up.

‘I really like you.’ - König

[iwantscarlettandlizzie]

The idea of being able to crawl up into Wanda’s arms whenever you’re feeling anxious and just want to be held.

“Hi my baby”

“You want to stay with mama?”

You nodding softly, just clinging to her.

Her not letting go, and not making you speak, just content to comfort you until you were ready.

Only passing you off to Nat’s lap when she’s making dinner.

“Sit with mommy, sweetheart. Mama’s going to make us some yummy food.”

Natasha gently rocking you and kissing your head.

“There’s my pretty girl,” she mumbles as she watches you eyes meet her own, “mommy’s got you, always.” She’s unable to resist booping your nose and watching your face scrunch up, making you both smile.

Even during dinner Nat alternates between feeding herself and you, from the one plate Wanda passed her.

“Is that nice little one?” Wanda asks you, as she’s watching you manage to get food all over your face, from missing Nat’s fork. “Come here, silly,” as she gently wipes your face.

“All clean now huh?” Nat smiles, as she kisses your cheek and starts to tickle your sides to hear your pretty giggles.

The idea of being babied and cared for by them, because you never had that.

[sourlemonadez]

THE DAYCARE ATTENDANT AMIRITE FOLKS *throws art at u and skiddadles away on all fours*

Au credits:

pic 1,2 is love, death and rollerskates by wonderful @spadillelicious

Pic 3, 4, 5 and stupid misuta owl in the 1st one is ghost in the machine by the one and only @venomous-qwille

And lastly sleuth jesters by amazing @naffeclipse is the last pic! (:

Go read all three of the aus they're fantastic trust me hehe wink wink

Pay no mind to Kingsley (Yaelokre) in the first pic, they wanted to be included \(´∇｀)/

[ghostlyfleur]

i very much love the idea of steve with a shy! girlfriend because he is SUCH a caretaker and loves to look after her. i feel like he is also casually dominant in their relationship - he always has a protective hand on her, speaks for her when she’s overwhelmed, knows her triggers… and god forbid anyone say anything about his girl. i just think he would thrive in a relationship where he feels as though he is protecting her and serving a “greater purpose” does that make sense?

makes total sense, love! i’m painfully shy, so i get it.

steve is such a protective person, he loves so hard and he cares so much, so as soon as you met him you gravitated towards his dominant, caring nature… the way he’s almost parental, how perceptive he is to your feelings, how accepting of your shyness he is— he finds it endearing really!

so you become friends fast and fall for each other faster, and steve is always looking for ways to make your life easier and happier and brighter, to shower you with love and attention, and it flusters you so badly! steve loves how giggly you get when he’s extra sweet to you, trying to hide your pretty face from him, and he lives to see you smile. he’s so in love. fully believes you two are soulmates.

your stevie dotes on you and spoils you the way he knows you like and peppers kisses all over you and is so affectionate, doesn’t allow you to doubt your relationship or his love for you for even a second, he orders for you because he knows that’s something that gives you anxiety, he viciously defends you if someone is rude, he helps you get out of your shell as much as you’re comfy with, always tells you how proud he is of you and praises you. stevie is just so happy that he finally found his person, and that you love/spoil/adore/appreciate him just as much as he does you, that you praise him and hold him and love on him just as much as he does you. you’re his perfect match, his favorite person in the whole world, his angel. you two are definitely both touch starved for the other — you because you’ve perhaps never had romantic validation before given how shy and reserved and introverted you are, and steve because he’s never had someone that truly loves and appreciates him and isn’t using him to pass the time or for sex — so you’re both clingy and touchy and so unbelievably happy to be together, y’know? like you truly found your perfect match and there’s no fear of coming on too strong or of showing too much affection or being too needy, you’re both just right for each other.

oh! and everyone in town knows you’re steve’s girl and that he’s totally whipped for his girl, anyone interested in him is so jealous of you because steve only has eyes for you and let’s be honest he��s the perfect boyfriend blueprint to you.

steve finally receiving the love he deserves from his shy! gf and the two being so good and perfect for each other 😌