you’re okay (peter parker x reader)
a/n: hello & welcome to my tumblr !! every time i try to write fanfic it never really works out, so let’s hope this time is different. im going through a rough time right now and this will be a much needed distraction if it all works out. hope you enjoy !!
summary: you have a panic attack at school, but luckily your boyfriend peter is there to help.
tw: anxiety, panic attacks
you tapped your foot against the floor as you subconsciously twisted the drawstrings on your boyfriend’s hoodie around your finger. the pressure in your chest kept you from focusing on what the teacher was saying. you could feel your anxiety slowly but surely growing worse and worse throughout the day. all you could hear was your own heartbeat, and your mind was racing a million miles an hour, crashing into every problem you had and making them seem even worse.
“not at school, not in public”, you thought to yourself over and over again, hoping that it would stop the inevitable from happening. your eyes watched the second hand of the clock, silently praying that it would speed up, willing yourself to hold everything off for just two more minutes.
the next hundred and twenty seconds felt like years, but as soon as the bell rang, you were out of your seat and running out the door.
thankfully, your lunch period came next, so you wouldn’t have to skip a class. you needed somewhere to go, so you started to look for an empty classroom to hide out in until you could calm yourself down.
you try to block out the noise of the other students heading to their next classes as you decide to head to room 442.
you push your way through the crowds, completely unaware of your favorite boy calling your name down the hall.
peter’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you disappear into the endless crowd of students. he noticed the blank, detached look on your face, and instantly became worried. he had only ever been around during two of your panic attacks so far and it definitely wasn’t something he was going to forget. thankful that he had started to identify the signs much faster, he raced after you.
you whipped open the door to 442, dropping your bag on the floor as soon as you walked in. your hands began shaking violently as you try to take a deep breath, but fail miserably. tears spilled down your face as you slid down to the floor. you lean against the wall, sobbing into the sleeves of your hoodie.
you were so focused on trying to get your breathing to go back to normal that you didn’t hear the door swing open or the impact of peter’s knees hitting the floor next to you. you pushed away the hand that reached out to you, not wanting anyone to see you like this. eventually you gave in, allowing yourself to be pulled into peter’s chest.
peter wasn’t completely sure of what to do. you never really talked about your anxiety, but he knew about it before you even started dating. he did know that holding you helps, so that’s exactly what he did. he held you as you focused on the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest, trying to get your breaths in sync with his.
“hey, it’s okay. it’s okay now, I got you,” he whispered as you desperately tried to calm down. soon your sobs turned into sniffles, and you sat curled up in peter’s lap, allowing him to play with your hair and occasionally place a kiss on your head.
“i’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly. peter turned you to look at him. “for what, love?”, he asked sweetly, his gaze filled with concern. “i think i may have ruined your sweater,” you mutter as you pull the now mascara stained sleeves over your hands.
he began to reply, worried that you would start to apologize for something that was completely out of your control, but stopped. “wait, what did you say?”
“your sweater. i ruined it,” you replied sadly. Peter laughed lightly and shook his head. “sweetheart, i don’t care about the sweater. are you feeling better at all?”
you nodded and layed back against his chest, still playing with the drawstrings. after sitting in silence for awhile, you looked at the clock to check the time. if you wanted to make yourself look a little more presentable, you would have to leave now.
“we should probably go.” you crawled off of peter’s lap to grab your bag. he slowly stood from the floor, pulling you up with him. “are you sure? I could call your mom or aunt may and one of them could pick you up or something.” you shook your head and looked down. “no, i have too many classes i need to go to. i’ll be okay.”
peter tilted your chin up to look at him. “if you need anything for the rest of the day, just text me. and you can come home with me tonight if you feel up to it.” he waited for you to nod before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “you don’t have to do this alone. i know you’re used to dealing with everything on your own, but you aren’t alone anymore. you have me.” he gave you another kiss and pulled you in for a hug.
“okay, let’s go.” taking his hand, you pull the door open and enter the hall as the next bell rings.
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