If preferences are open, could you do one for if you had a panic attack
Charles: “Calm your mind Y/N. I got you. I’m right here.” You felt yourself walk over to him and you sat on his lap. He wrapped you tight in his arms. “I’ve got you. I’m right here. Everything is okay.”
Erik: “Y/N, hey, baby, it’s alright. I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He pulled you close and you wrapped yourself into his arms. He kept whispering as he petted your hair.
Raven: At first she had no idea what to do and nearly panicked same as you but then she realized what was happening and walked over to you. “Here, unclench your hands, take deep breaths, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
Hank: “Y/N! Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay. Don’t worry, I’m right here. You’re fine. Everything is okay.” He wasn’t sure he was doing this right but he was determined to try.
Jean: She wasn’t home when it happened but she knew. She reached into your mind and spoke to you. “Y/N, I’m here. Don’t worry. I’m always here when you need me.” Shortly after she caused you to fall asleep until she returned home.
Scott: Let’s be honest, he had no clue what to do. He said all the wrong things and didn’t realize how he fucked up but after a few minutes he tried again. “I’m sorry, I’m know you’re freaked out but I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m right here if you want me to be.”
Storm: She had only ever seen this happen once. She gripped your shoulders and held your hands. She got you a glass of water, wiped your tears, and held you. “Calm down, I’m here for you. I’ll help you through this.”
Kurt: He knew immediately what to do because he had had these before too. He held your hands, lowered his voice almost to a whisper, and had you sit down. He got you a tissue for your tears, a glass of water for your throat, and your inhaler so you could breath. “It’s okay, let it pass and I will be here when it does.”
Peter: His eyes went wide and he nearly freaked out too. He looked at you with a funny expression. He ran off and that made it worse until he returned seconds later holding a bottle of water. “I got you babe. Just relax and I’ll help however I can.”
Warren: He didn’t say anything. He had had this before too. He hadn’t had them in a very long time, not since he was a little boy, but he knew what helped and what didn’t. He wrapped his wings around you and help you close. He did his best to make you feel safe and it worked.
Jubilee: She looked very surprised but she watched you shake and cry. Sometimes you would be on the verge of screaming. She panicked herself but kept her cool and held your hands until it was over. “Are you alright?”
Alex: He knew exactly how this happened and what he needed to do. He’d seen so many of his brothers in Vietnam deal with this. He had had these several times. “I’m right here and we’re gonna get through this together.” He held you gently and whispered sweet things in your ears.
Sean: He looked around wanting to ask for help. He had never dealt with this before and had no idea how to help. “Babe, I have no idea what to do but I’ll stand here and do my best whatever you need.”
Rogue: She watched as you unfolded and the whole attack came out. She ran out of the room, grabbed an inhaler kept in the house for kids like you, and grabbed a bottle of water. When she returned you were on the floor. She picked you up, set you on the bed, and let you have the attack against the pillow while she stroked your hair.
I’ll never not be pissed about how the movies did Rogue. They completely reduced a complex, kickass and popular character into nothing. Personally, I feel like Anna Paquin had the potential to bring Rogue to life had the source material not fucked her over. I’m really not here for this “cameo” she’s making in DoFP. And now there’s talk about them replacing Taylor with Channing as Gambit. Nah.
When her eccentric friend Dr. Foster invents an amazing machine capable of transport into other worlds, Sixteen year old Darcy Lewis accidentally falls through the portal into the kingdom of Arren.
You’re still coming over later, right?” Christine asks. She tucks her blonde hair back behind her ears and checks for messages on her phone.
Darcy scrambles out of the passenger side of Christine’s car, shutting the door.. They were both sixteen, but Darcy’s folks just didn’t have the money to buy her a car, and she’d so far failed in her endeavours to get a job that paid more than stale peanuts. But for all that Christine looked like she was an ice queen she was generous beyond words. Her taste in music was a little suspect though, no matter how many mixes Darcy made for her.
“I can’t, I need to borrow some books from Dr. Foster,” Darcy says. She rocks up on the toes of her purple converse and back down, rolling her shoulders back and adjusting the strap of her satchel and her bra where they dig into her skin.
“Gawd, Darcy, Foster is a total weirdo. I don’t know how you can stand to go over there.”
“She’s not a weirdo. Dr Foster is a genius, she has three degrees and two doctorates. She’s also my friend.”
“I thought I was your friend.”
“You are,” Darcy says fighting not to roll her eyes. Christine Everheart was one of her closest friends, but sometimes they didn’t see eye to eye, and not just because Christine had grown a good head taller than Darcy. “But I need to get my paper done on alternate universes and Einstein-Robespierre bridges.”
(The AU nobody asked for, inspired by this post. The Unicorn Queen books are something I loved when I was a kid and the first bit of fic I ever wrote was fix-it fic for the end of the last book. The last book, with my story in it, was stolen from my desk at school while I was out with the flu. I am still bitter. I don’t think I know anyone who’s read the books but @tehnakki but here’s the goodreads so you can see what an amazing cover the first book had. Amazing, right?)