Trans!Ftm x Fandoms (Watty Awards 2019)

Anxiety and Dysphoira (Sally x ftm reader)

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Walking into Larry's apartment, I could already pinpoint where him and Sal were, thanks to the metal blaring out of Larry's room. Larry's mom, Lisa, who was on the couch watching t.v., glanced up at me and smiled. "Hey, y/n. How are you, son?" She asked. I grinned back, but not completely even though I'd like to. My mind was racing, thinking of things that I didn't feel like dealing with today. "I'm good. How are you?" I lied. She shrugged at my question. "Same as usual." She chuckled. We both jumped as Larry opened his door, letting the living room be filled with wall shaking music. "Y/n! Dude! Come on! You have GOT to check out this new album Sanity Falls just released." He yelled over the music. I nodded, following him into his room. I shouted Lisa a goodbye as Larry closed the door.
I was welcomed by music so loud that it felt lile my chest was vibrating and Sal on the bed, waving. I smiled and mouthed a 'Hi' in response. I stalked over, suddenly feeling very aware of the way I walk. I tried to fix it, but ended up stumbling a little. I tried to ignore it and sat on the bed next to Sal. He must've noticed something was up, because he just stared at me without a word.
Or the music was just so loud, I couldn't hear him.
Larry shouted about the bands new songs as I listened, but it was becoming harder and harder to focus. I could feel my heart beat speeding up and it felt like someone had put some thing heavy on my chest, making it hard to breathe. The world began to spin a little as the music seemed even louder. Sally really knew what was happening was bad, now. He told Larry to turn off the music and Larry obeyed.
When all was silent, I felt a little better, but my thoughts were still everywhere. Sally talked quietly, even though I didn't catch what he was saying.
It took good twenty or so minutes until I was completely calm again. I apologized and Sal shook his head. "Don't say sorry. You did nothing wrong. What happened, dude?" He asked. Larry added on with, "I honestly thought you were dying on us or something, bro." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
I explained how this morning my dysphoria had been bad and my anxiety too. Sally and Larry seemed to understand. Larry turned on the musoc again, but made sure it wasn't loud. More like a background noise. Sally curled up with me on the bed as we all talked about our plans for the week.