Matt Sturniolo imagines

⚠️tw anxiety⚠️

a/n: Matt is your bf in this. I made this based off of personal experience, I hope this relates to people with anxiety/adhd. You're not alone btw<33 enjoy!

       I had always struggled to clean my room. It was like, I didn't mind that it was extremely dirty, but when I knew I had to clean, I had my own system in my head to motivate myself to do it. So when my mom came in my room this morning, "Y/N, remember, Matt is coming over today, so you have to clean your room." Damn it. You had just built up the motivation, but your mom just had to tell you, and reset the entire system. I at least have to try. It's embarrassing for Matt to see my room like this.
        So, I tried. I tried so hard. I put on music, but it distracted me. I looked up TikTok's on how to do it easy, but TikTok was too distracting. Same with YouTube. I couldn't figure out where to start for the life of me. I began to feel slow flashes of heat, and a dense pit in my stomach. My face felt hot, and my legs felt shaky. I began to feel tears well up in my eyes. I started shaking more severely.
         I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I didn't answer, so they just entered. At this point I was shaking excessively. It was Matt knocking on my door. I wanted to wipe my tears and pretend like I'm fine for him, but I was so shaky, I just fell to my knees. "Hey y/n-" when he saw the state that I was in, I could feel his worry radiating off of him. I was shaking, and crying, and my face was boiling hot. He tried his best to stay calm with me.
         "Hi Y/N. I brought you flowers." I remained in my current state. "Okay, babe," he held my hand, and put it on his chest. "Can you try to take some deep breathes with me?" I nodded slowly. "Okay, in....and out...that's good, I'm proud of you, okay can you do one more for me? In......and out...... good job, you'll be alright, I promise"
          Once my breathing had finally stabilized a bit, I gave him a huge hug, sobbing into his shoulder. "I- I'm sorry." Was all I could think to say. "Baby, there's no need at all to be sorry. You did nothing wrong."
"It's a mess in here, and you had to see me like this." I managed to get out in between breathes.
"Baby, I don't care about the mess, I care about you." I heard his voice begin to get a little shaky. I knew he was so worried. The pit in my stomach began to deepen. "The pit...." I sobbed. "Make it stop. Please. I need you. Hold me tighter." I managed to get out.
"Oh baby...." "You'll be alright, I've gotcha. Just keep taking deep breaths."
At this point I've calmed down almost fully. We moved to my bed, we figured it would be comfier. He was drawing circles on the back of my hand, and I was playing with his hair.
"If you wanna talk about what happened, I'll always be here." He broke the comfortable silence. I took a deep breath. "I was just overthinking a ton of stuff, and I felt rushed to clean my room, and I just got really overwhelmed by everything. My brain is super cluttered with every thought imaginable, and it's exhausting. It just got to be too much for me." I said, while he was nodding to assure me he was listening.
"I'm so sorry, that sounds very frustrating. No one as beautiful and sweet as you should ever feel like that." He said.
"Shut up-" I said playfully
"It's true." He said. "Y/N, you care so deeply for others. You should never feel rushed, or overwhelmed. You should be treated like a goddamn queen," he touched his forehead to mine. "I love you, y/n. Never forget that."
"Awwww Mattyyyy, stop that's not even funny." I whined. He laughed. "I love you too. So much, Matt. Thank you." We snuggled closer, and fell asleep watching Happy Gilmore. It was perfect. He's perfect.