do you think you could write a conrad x reader fic maybe he finds her having a panic attack and is able to help since he experiences them himself? thank you!
sweet nothing
pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader
summary: conrad helps you through an unexpected panic attack
warnings: panic attack
a/n: tysm for the ask! i haven’t written in a long time, so i’m a little rusty. i hope you enjoy! <3
it suddenly became too much.
you didn’t know how or when it started. you’d been feeling the looming anxiety since you’d woken up that morning.
you tried your hardest to go through your day like nothing had happened. because truthfully, nothing had. your days had been overwhelming, sure, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t dealt with before.
your guess was that it had just caught you on a bad day. then the text came through.
Hey, can’t wait to see you tonight :)
you’d completely forgotten about your date with conrad. he’s purposefully planned it for a friday night so both of your schedules were cleared. you’d been looking forward to it all week.
it was supposed to be a night for you to unwind and spend it with someone who had become an important part of your life.
so, you attempted to suck it up. you told him you couldn’t wait and you’d be ready by 7.
now, a few hours had passed and 7 p.m. was rolling up fast. trying to keep your emotions in check and making sure you looked presentable enough to hide how you actually felt was harder than you thought.
as you stood in front of the mirror, your breathing picked up.
“no, no, no.” you breathed, “shit.”
you took a shaky deep breath and it only made it worse. then, your eyes began watering, “no.”
•••
conrad knocked for the third time. he adjusted the bouquet in his hands as he looked around. he’d texted and called you a few times, but hadn’t gotten an answer. worry began to build up as his knock went unanswered again.
he remembered you’d told him once before that if you didn’t answer, to come in because it was difficult sometimes to hear him from some places in your apartment.
he hated the idea of just barging in. but he didn’t know what else to do.
so, he walked in. he also made a mental note to remind you to lock your door like he had multiple times before.
“y/n?” he calls out as he sets the bouquet on the table. he looked around and saw your bag sitting on the counter with your keys beside it. he knew you were home, “y/n/n?”
he continued walking through the apartment before walking into your room. he took slow steps before walking over to your bathroom. his steps quicken when he hears sniffling.
“y/n?” he entered the bathroom and his eyes bounced around before he looks behind the door. he dropped to his knees in front of you, “hey, hey. it’s okay.”
“i’m sorry.” you breathe, “i can’t-“
“it’s okay.” he says softly, “just try to relax, okay? i know it sounds hard, but i need you to breathe.”
“i’m trying.”
“i know.” he says as he tries to keep his distance, “um, can you do something for me?”
you looked up at him with teary eyes and nod. he nods along with you, “name five things you can see.”
“um..” you stammer, “my shower.”
“okay.” he nods, “what else?”
“the mirror, the counter.” you point before looking down
conrad grabs your hand, “i need two more things, y/n/n.”
you look up, “the mat and- and your watch.”
“okay, good. you did great.” he says, “can you name three things you can feel?”
“the floor, the wall, and your hand.” you say as you sigh deeply
“good.”
you sigh again before sniffling, “thank you.”
he shakes his head, “are you okay?”
“yeah.” you mutter, “i’m sorry.”
“you don’t need to be sorry.”
“i didn’t mean for you to see me like that. i thought i would have it under control before our date.”
“you don’t have to pretend with me.” he says, “you could’ve called me.”
“i wanted to go. i’ve been looking forward to it all week.”
“i have, too, but you’re more important.”
you smile softly, but it falls just as quickly as it came. you sigh, “how did you know how to do that?”
he looks down, “i got a lot of panic attacks after my mom died. even some before then. i… learned a few things to help.”
you nod solemnly as you looked down at your joined hands, “is date night ruined?”
he looks down at his watch and tilts his head, “not ruined, but we definitely missed the reservation.”
“i’m sorry.” you sigh
“stop saying sorry.” he says, “you have nothing to be sorry for. we can stay in and watch a movie or something.”
“and order a pizza?”
“we can order two.” he says. he smiles when you laugh quietly
and when your laying with your head on his chest, you secretly prefer this more. wrapped up in an old hoodie he’d left from before. pizza and snacks sat in front of the both of you on the coffee table.
conrad absentmindedly stroked his hand up and down your arm with his eyes glued to the screen. they would occasionally flicker over to you and after awhile your own eyes fluttered shut and your breathing evened out.
a soft smile graced his features as he watched you. he leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head. when he pulls away, you shuffle closer. wrapping your own arms around him. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.