send help if i have a heart attack

A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 


 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.
3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life!

I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with "my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

Advanced Potions

Request: “Could you write a Reader x Remus lupin where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Remus stuck in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of him? Maybe like Remus realises she’s his mate or something and is nervous about how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that she’s his mate? Thanks so much lovie. Hope it’s ok! Xo”

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: violence ???? idk but lotsa FLUFF!!!!!! And marauders banter of course

A/n: ok sorry I didn’t really do the whole mate thing because it confuses me :/ but I hope you like the fic anyway!

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Class, can anyone tell me the characteristics of a sufferer of Lycanthropy?” The substitute teacher asked.

Sirius bent over in his seat, whispering to his friend. “Yeah Remus, care to enlighten us?”

Remus shook his head, chuckling softly as he watched another student answer the question. “Well, one such trait is that he wears cashmere sweaters a lot.”

“And he has a wild appetite for chocolate.” James added, poking him from behind.

“Hopelessly in love with (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is also one.” Peter chimed, earning a scoff from Remus.

“Keep it down big mouth, you’ll make him turn red.” Sirius teased, pinching Remus’ cheek. Remus shoved him off, the four boys laughing to themselves until the teacher shushed them.

“Yes, Mr. Snape?” The teacher pointed towards the lonely boy, who patiently held his hand high.

“How do you kill a werewolf?” He asked plainly, staring daggers into Remus. The teacher had begun to answer when a girl from the back spoke up.

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So I saw the Shadowhunters trailer for SDCC and I can’t stop crying. I came out here to have a good time and I honestly feel so attacked right now.

*Isaac Lahey* Power Of Mates

Isaac Lahey X Girl

Request: Challenge

Plot: Mates bring out the softer and more vulnerable side or each other. That’s was main character does to the murderous alpha Isaac.

Word Count: 2,039

A/N: This imagine, or what ever it is. I’m still knew to writing and Tumblr. Is for the What If writing challenge made by @sdavid09. My prompt is What if Isaac was the leader of his own pack? God bless her soul because she had to do a little research for me.

Siting comfortably on my home’s couch.  Silence wrapped around the room like a blanket in the McCall house hold. The pack meeting in slow process, but still continuing.

Glancing at Scott’s feet as he paced through the living room impatiently. Chewing lightly on his finger nails eagerly, you could almost see the concentrated thoughts write over his head in big bold letters. He’ s buried deep inside his chaotic mind.

Lydia and Stiles sitting side by side leaning into each other closely. Whispering their thoughts away together, I secretly smiled to myself. seeing in their eyes they adored one another. Shipping them in the dark was no shame. Liam sat on the couch across from me, fiddle with his thumbs violently. orbs wide as he bit his lip, rapidly thinking. Tapping his foot loudly on the floor sounding like a harsh slap.Everyone else engaged into something, blocking an ounce of the sound out. Malia was placed beside the pack’s pup, playing a game with a determined facial expression. The light sounds of swish, wee, and woo told me she was compelled by the angry birds game.

The fast movement of Liam interrupted my calmed down mind. Jumping up from the love seat, his fiddling was no longer keeping him chained down. “ I can’t wait anymore, you called a pack meeting. What’s going on?” He rambled out like it’ s been caged down for as long as he remembered. He breathed out and relaxed before taking a seat back down.

Scott stopped in his tracks, Lydia and Stiles stopped the flow of their words, Malia letting her phone drop into her lap. Most of the attention growing on the obnoxious puppy, Mine stayed on the alpha. Watching his every move, his eyes carefully becoming red and slowly turning back to a soft brown.  

You’re right,” Scott Started, running his hand from the base of his neck then through his hair. “There is another pack in town.” He stated gently , letting us take in the new information we’ve been waiting for.

My heart skipped a single beat, making me think of my original pack. The one I left, the one that used to torture and brutally abuse humans. Just for the joy of watching them suffer. I couldn’t stand there and hear human’s desperate cries for help. it wasn’t who I was or ever will be, I ran from my brother, my alpha, and my pack.

Scott has said this a million times before, but my mind still thought it was them. If it was them, would they be back for me? That was a stupid question because deep down I new he would be here for me. It scared my heart till the last minute I knew for sure it wasn’t his pack.

Never looking back was the best choice I’ve made. Scott and Stiles found me and hesitantly took me in under their wings. It’s wasn’t long before Melissa started to take care of me like her own. I will forever be grateful for her pure heart.

“I would of called you guys in sooner, but I don’t know what they’re here for. I wanted to know before I told you anything. Their scents are closer towards the preserve, they’re slowly spreading towards the city. “  Scott informed us,

“Why don’t we go see if they’re a threat at least.’ Malia said shrugging.

“I don’t know how many there are.”

My heart clenched harder, my old pack had at least thirty  members. He wouldn’t risk having every single strong werewolf member out there. Giving a chance  for the weaker ones to get attacked . I couldn’t help,  but be sure it was them.

“There shouldn’t be anymore than ten.” I spoke up getting everyone’s attention. Scott’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at me.

“How would you know? You didn’t know this pack exist until three minutes ago.” Stiles spat out at me sending me a harsh glare. In the past month he’s been giving me the darker side of him. I couldn’t figure the real reason why, it was almost like a press of a button.

“I have a feel this is Isaac’s pack.” I stated confidently as a rush of cold washed over my body.

“who is Isaac?” Lydia asked with curiosity colored in her eyes.

“My previous Alpha.”

Tight clothing making me feel more comfortable than I should be in them. Light jeans reaching under my belly button, accompanied by a blue floral shirt. The pair making my body curve a little more than it usual is.

I picked at my nails letting them talk with a small click. What if Isaac is here for me? Wanting for me to be the alpha female by his side, I only got the title and not the power that was suppose to come along with it. I was terrified of him, that being the reason I ran and hide for as long as I can.

“Stop it before you explode for paranoia.”  Lydia spoke over her car radio, she pulled the stirring wheel to the left as she turned into the school parking lot. My hands dropped to my lap forcing a real smile to my lips. “You’re right Lyds, I need to breath a little and stop thinking about him.” My tone more light and fluffy as we got out of her blue Toyota.

Trying to convince myself I was over thinking this I walked with Lydia towards the school with small conversation. The tiny tingle at the deep bottom of my heart told me otherwise.

More than half way through the day, the worried thoughts of Isaac drifted away into a rocky shore. Now my mind was focused on the small urge to pee. Not wanting to interrupt the whole class I started tapping my foot repeatedly on the floor quietly.

I’ve done that for awhile before Stiles who was sitting beside me on the left, nudged me harshly in the rib. Causing me to yelp out in pain, Everyone in the class turned their head towards me. The teacher lifting his eyebrows at me, I gulped preparing myself to talk.

“May I be excused?” I squeaked out feeling the sting in my ribs spread, Stiles is human, but Jesus can he jab hard. Mr. Allister nodded his head stiffly before continuing his lesson. I turned my head at Stiles shooting him a death glare, “Watch it Stilinski.” I growled out, he shrugged “Sorry omega, didn’t realize you were that weak.” His tone dark and husky.

‘What did I ever do to you?” asked sounding disparate and breathless.  

“Not notice me.” He said gently  right before turning his head back to the lesson, Not giving me a chance to reply to him. I furrowed my eyebrows as I finally made it out of the class room. What did he even mean by that?

Was Stiles secretly interested in me and I didn’t happen to see it? Don't get me wrong he’s cute and dorky, but He’s always been pining for Lydia, my now best friend. He’ s in a relationship with her, why would he hold a grudge?

The hallways filled with painful silence, a light ringing in my ears making me turn my head. Looking for the sound then realize that the sound was in my head.  my footsteps and the vague murmurs from the closed classroom doors was the only sound heard.

Now spotting the light pink sign with the person on the front wearing a dress, girls reading underneath her. I hurried my pace feeling the urge to pee build like a sand castle, fast and unpleasant. stretching out towards the metal handle and almost feeling the coldness, but not quite there before my body was whisked fast.

my heart racing with speed virtually missing several beats. My back slamming into the hallway wall forced by another being, my eyes locking in dark blue eyes. No matter how long I haven’t seen those eyes, I will never forget who they belonged to..

My murderous mate.

I whimpered under his body, shocked that I didn’t catch his intoxicating scent and still couldn’t. His touch burning my skin forcing sparks to erupt through out my whole body.  his right hand capturing both my hands as the other one rested on the wall, trapping me either way.

A playful smirk appeared on his face feeling me struggle under his grip, but falling badly. “Try as you will, but I’m never letting you leave again.” His husky and thick tone sent scared tingles to my spine.

“You have no control over me.” I spat harshly at him, hiding the terrified feeling settling in my stomach. Feeling the power beginning to run natural in my veins from the presence of him. Our bond connecting easily, souls happier together after being away from one another for a long amount of time. No longer feeling terrified of him as I flicked my claws and ripped my wrists from his hands.

He backed away a little with wide eyes slightly surprised by my action. In the presence of your mate you got more stronger, more powerful. The pair becoming more dangerous than another pack. Alpha soul mates being unstoppable, and it’ s a huge risk to the human kind.

“I finally found you, my Luna, Don’t think for a minute I’d let you go.” He spoke letting me step away from him, stunned he didn’t force me back into the wall again. Understanding my power was equal with his for the first time.

“Why would I come back to your pack? Watch humans get harmed and killed when you could be saving their lives.”

“If you said anything about it I’d stop, for you.” he spoke trying to reach for me.

“I did do that, you slashed my cheek and told me never to do it again. You were the one in control and you didn’t let me forget it.” I chocked out feeling my throat tighten.

“I loved you, love you. I didn’t everything for you.” it physically hurt to heard him say that, he was too blind.

“No! Isaac you were too blinded by your blood thirst for power you didn’t realize you were hurting me. That’s the reason I left.” I spoke harshly amazed no one came into the hall to see what was going on. I turned and stormed down the hall, hearing him following me.

“I love you!” he hollered.

I immediately stopped in my tracks, closing my eyes and sighing. Those were the words I was scared he’d say, It made them more believable that he sounded desperate for me to stay. his words were true and I hated it.

“I looked for you the whole time you were gone, Without you I felt my soul grow weak and I became feared by the pack.” 

“That’s who you are.” My breath hitched as I spoke.

“It hurts even more when you say it.” He mumbled, but to me it was clear as if he whispered in my ear.

“But I can’t help that my heart longs for you.” I said turning back around facing him. his dark shade of blue eyes transforming into a lighter shade. he’s powerful. I just couldn’t ignore his vulnerable side. It was long before a smirked plastered on his lips.

“That’ my Luna.” He power walked towards me, grabbing behind my neck pulled me towards his lips, like mine were the last drop of water. Our lips moving Harshly in sync, my hands slowly traveling up his arms as his moved down to my hips. Giving them a quick squeeze before pulling me closer practically pulling us to one.

The ringing of the bell was the open gate, letting students flood through the halls. We pulled away from each other letting air back into our lungs. “From this moment on everything is about to change.” Isaac spoke, I smiled. “Good.” feeling happy, a feeling I’ve never real felt till now.

At the last second my eyes landed on Stiles, Leaning against a few lockers. His body tense as his face held disappointment and right now I could care less. I have my mate and I couldn’t think of anything better.

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 10

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

Union Pulse’s “Better Days”

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader   Setting: Season 4   Rating:  Teen

A/N:  My poor characters! xoxo Stu    Warnings: Violence

I do not own the characters from the show, images or lyrics.

Part 1  Part 8 Part 9

“Finally, you have caught on, Dr. Reid.” Miriam Y/L/N responded over the line. “Now, if you look to the monitor on your right, you will find the thorn in my side. You will also see my “errand girl” as you called her.”

Spencer spun in the security desk’s chair, watching the basement room that was holding Y/N. Another woman had enter the stonewalled room, she was practically prancing toward Y/N. Spencer could see his lover’s mouth speaking to the unsub, the recognition blatant on her features. His stomach felt like it was digesting itself. “Now that you lost JJ, you don’t need to threaten Y/N. Miriam?” Spencer started. “I will come quietly.”

“Oh, I know you will, Dr. Reid.” Miriam mused. “No, this is for your team. They need to learn that deals should not be disrespected.”

The mail carrier unsub approached Y/N, slapping her across her already bruised face. The devilish woman grabbed Y/N’s hair, pulling her up so her eyes peered into the camera hidden high in the rafters. The woman’s dark hair and cruel eyes shone back at the BAU, a clear, “Say Cheese!” on her lips. Spencer swallowed. The unsub wrenched Y/N right arm behind her back, shoving her back to the floor.

JJ ground her teeth and pushed against the barrier above the ladder. The grating of stone on metal muted the sounds of her strained breathing, the mechanical whirling and the distant chatter. It was the size and shape of a man hole cover, but JJ could tell it wasn’t leading to the street.

With an extra boost of effort, she lifted and slid the capstone aside. A rubber mat shifted with the stone, masking it from view. Her strong arms pulled her body over the threshold, on to the next floor. She was in a service closet, only 16 square feet of floor space. JJ tried the rectangular door handle, it was graciously unlocked. Upon exiting, she knew exactly where she was. She stared at the central elevators, just off the hotel lobby. She was free!

She ran to the concierge desk to get to a phone to call somebody down. Once she reached the desk, she heard Emily’s voice.

“Yeah, Morgan, the leader of the team is the aunt. Apparently, the plane ticket purchased for tomorrow was part of their ruse.”

“Emily!” JJ called, stumbling around the desk toward her friend. Prentiss caught JJ as she spun in surprise.

“Morgan, JJs here. I’ve got her.”

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You Stole My Heart

Request: Hi, I read that you were taking requests? Could you do a laf x reader where he helps her come down from a panic attack? I’ve been having a lot of attacks lately and it would be amazing if you could. Love your work by the way! ❤️

Lafayette x fem!reader (as described in request)

Warnings: panic attacks, cursing, anxiety, mild argument

Authors Note: thanks for all the love y'all are sending me! really appreciate each and every one of y'all 💙 hoping this gets out before Christmas, so merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah/ Happy Kwanzaa/ Anything in between! Happy Holidays from my blog to yours 🎄

Y/N = Your name
Y/L/N = your last name
Y/F/N = your full name
Y/N/N = your nickname

Honestly, the amount of stress that you were enduring was too much to bear at the moment, and you were about to explode into a mess of anxiety and caffeine.
You lived in New York City, along with, it seemed, half the country. After living in a sleepy town your whole life, you wanted to look for something bigger, somewhere to go on an adventure. New York wasn’t what you had in mind, but from the way you’d grown up on Broadway music, New York was depicted as a city of dreams.
More like a city of nightmares.
Ever heard the phrase; the city never sleeps? When you live in said city, you never got any sleep either.
It probably wasn’t the best decision you’d ever made.
There’s this thing called anxiety.
You’d had it ever since you could remember.
The feeling that you’re completely out of control, that you can’t do anything about your situation.
Not a cakewalk.
But you’d never let it stop you from living your life back in your old town. Why did it stop you here?
Social anxiety was something you’d never realized you’d had until you had been thrown into an unknown world, with unfamiliar people and an altogether unpleasant aura. You’d grown up with the same people, always had the same group of friends. Looking back at it now, it wasn’t the healthiest lifestyle, to always be with the same people. Yet, it had a sense of comfort. Like a childhood toy. Something you could always go back too.
New York was an unfriendly place, there were no doubts to that. Catcalls as you walked your street everyday made you choose to go an opposite way, rude baristas that had caused you to move to an out-of-the-way coffee shop. Anything and everything that you absolutely could do without in your life.
Yet, somehow Life had seen you struggling and thrown you a security blanket.
You met Lafayette at a park, where you had been crying a few moments earlier. Your boyfriend, from your hometown, had just called you, saying that maybe this relationship wouldn’t work out, long distance at least.
You had hung up, and rushed to the first place you could find without publicly humiliating yourself, which is why you found yourself on a park bench, crying quietly.
After your self-led pity party had come and gone, you wiped away your tears and ran smack into a very tall, very handsome man, causing you to spill your coffee all over yourself.
“Oh mon dieu, je suis désolé de ne pas vous y voir!”
He blushed.
“Sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
The heavy accent in his voice made you a bit more attentive.
You smiled.
“It’s alright, this coffee wasn’t good anyway.”
You tossed the empty cup into a nearby trash can.
“Still, I feel bad. Would you mind if I bought you another cup of coffee? As an apology.”
“Oh, you don’t need to. It was an accident-”
He smiled, showing off a swoon-worthy grin.
“Ah, but I would like to do so. For you.”
You contemplated this for a moment.
Creepy stranger possibility? He didn’t seem like the type.
Very possible friend? He seemed very upbeat and happy, the very person you needed in your life at the moment.
And, as a bonus, he was VERY attractive.
What was the harm?
“Sure, why not?”
He immediately brightened.
The coffee was warm in your hands as you sipped the vanilla mocha.
“Mm. This is wonderful, Lafayette.”
He nodded.
“My favorite place. I don’t know from where your old cup came from, but I know that this place tops it.”
You vigorously nodded.
You strolled through the park until long after dark, talking. You found out that his accent came from France, where he had been born and raised. He’d moved from France to start a bakery, and his favorite pastry was a raspberry-maple scone. You were laughing all night long as he told of his adventures in France, and some of the struggles that he had making translations in America.
“I once couldn’t say ‘anarchy’ in a college course, so I said ‘what happened here in America in 1776.’”
You laughed, and then stopped in front of your apartment.
“This ones mine. Thanks for tonight, Lafayette. I had a lot of great laughs, which I especially needed. Thank you.”
He smiled, and took your hand and kissed the back of it.
“Anytime, mon ami. Have a good night.”
“And you as well.”
You closed the door to your apartment, and sank to the floor, a wide smile on your face.
Did that just happen?
The rest was history. You’d had many more outings, and you had so much fun on each of them. You two had grown comfortable together, enough for you to call him “Laf” and to play with his wild hair, and for him to call you “mom amour” and to tickle you constantly. Enough for it not to be weird when you cuddled up next to him, and he wrapped his arm around you. Random hugs, cooking together, movie nights…
All things that you had never realized you were missing out on until you were experiencing them. And things that you never realized you took for granted until you lost them.
Laf’s business took off in the next year of your friendship, so much that he had to extend store hours, and be kept in the office until much later. You didn’t see him as much, he barely ever had time. It wasn’t like you weren’t busy either. You had finally found a job that you didn’t hate completely, and coworkers who only mildly hated you. You had enrolled into college again, to get your masters degree. Your life was hectic, to say the least. And sometimes, it can get all too much to bear.
It started one night, you and Laf hadn’t seen each other in weeks. You’d only texted each other a couple times, and you absolutely missed your best friend. Finally, you decided to call him. You were in the middle of the most stressful week of your life, and you really needed just a night to plainly relax, at least for a few hours before your anxiety would get the best of you and you’d work and work like tomorrow wouldn’t arrive, until the early hours of morning.
Usually, Lafayette would be there to make sure you got to bed before the sun had began to rise, but those mornings had become fewer and fewer now.
So you called him.
You waited a couple of rings, and still he didn’t pick up. He always answered. You’d only heard his voicemail once or twice.
“Bonjour! You’ve reached Marquis de Lafayette, and I am unavailable at the moment. Leave a message and I’ll call you back, oui? Au revoir!”
You sat in silence for a moment.
“Hey Laf. Long time no see? Call me back and we can hang out sometime, yeah? Okay. Love you. Bye.”
You hung up, and put your knees to your chest. He always answered to you. He never missed a call.
An hour had passed, and no call back. You were worried now, and decided to go see him. You grabbed your keys and phone, and closed your door behind you.
After you’d arrived at the bakery, you asked the girl with pink hair behind the counter if Lafayette was there. She went to the back of the shop, and came back moments later.
“Sorry, he’s not here.”
You sighed.
“Alright. Thanks anyway.”
You headed out of the shop, and towards his apartment complex.
If he was home, surely he would have called you back by now. You checked your phone one last time, to make sure you hadn’t accidentally missed his call. You knew the answer before you’d even opened your phone.
So you headed towards the doors, and up to level 10, a number you had pressed on that elevator so many times. You made your way down the hall, to door 34.
You and Laf had always joked that you came here so often that the hallway you had to go down to reach his door would eventually wear ruts into the carpet from you walking down it so often, back in the days where you would make random visits for movies and popcorn.
You rapped on the door twice, then four times, a code you had made up so that you wouldn’t go opening your door to strangers at night.
You paused, and waited for a minute. You heard steps coming towards the door, and then it slowly opened.
A disheveled Lafayette emerged, and his eyes widened when he saw it was you.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?”
You swallowed back a gasp.
Lafayette had never, not once asked you that. He’d always would have been kinder, more welcoming.
“Uh, hey to you to Laf.”
You attempted to lighten the mood, ignoring the fact that he’d said your full name, something he very rarely ever said, unless he was talking about something very serious.
You didn’t know what to say.
“Sorry, Y/N. I’m a bit busy at the moment. Mind if I call you sometime else?”
You took a step back in surprise.
You felt tears starting to brim at your eyes.
“Oh yeah. Sorry-”
You could barely choke out a sentence.
“Sorry for bothering you.”
You whispered, before you took off down the hall and into the elevator.
“Come on. Come on.”
You quickly pressed the doors closed, and nearly collapsed on the floor.
He pushed you away.
You knew it.
You were annoying. You had just pushed your best friend to the point of where he couldn’t stand to be near you, to talk to you.
“What have I done?”
You ran out of the apartment, and quickly rushed home before you could collapse in the middle of New York City.
Sprinting into your apartment, you shut the door and locked it, before pressing your back against the door and sliding to the ground.
You cried silently, tears streaming down your face, your breathing becoming short, quick gasps.
You knew what was coming next.
Your vision became slightly clouded as you curled into a ball at the front of the door, trying to calm yourself down, unsuccessfully.
You felt like you were suffocating, and your heart was pounding in your ears. You were shaking, and your cries became loud sobs as you gasped for air.
You could barely hear the knocks on your door, and even if you could, you wouldn’t had been able to get up, to answer the door.
Your heart rate intensified as you heard your name being called through the door, in voice you vaguely recognized but couldn’t comprehend.
You heard a scrape in the key lock, and the door being opened.
Lafayette dropped to his knees beside you, and he brushed your hair out of your face. You flinched and nearly jumped out of your own skin. You hadn’t even realized that he was next to you.
“Mon amour, are you alright?”
He asked in a slightly panicked tone, confused that you were scared that he touching you.
You cried harder, and gasped for air.
“Come on.”
He touched your arm tentatively, and when you gave no negative reaction, picked you up bridal style, and carried you to your couch, where he carefully laid you down.
“Shh, it’s okay amour. You’re okay.”
He spoke softly to you.
Laf stroked your hair, cautiously at first, but then with more assurance as you regained your normal breathing, and your heart rate slowed down. He hugged you close as you began crying again.
“Laf, I’m sorry. I know I’m horribly annoying. I’m sorry for bothering you.”
He looked at you quizzically.
“Y/N, you weren’t bothering me. What on earth made you think that you were?”
You hiccuped.
“Well, I thought you weren’t answering my calls because you were getting tired of me…”
He scoffed.
“Y/N, you haven’t left my mind since I met you! Do you know what an incredible woman you are? Beautiful, smart, witty, and independent. And you think I could get tired of that? If I ever did, I’d have to slap myself and tell myself to get a grip.”
He chuckled, but soon resumed a serious face.
“Y/N, I could never get tired of you. Or think that you’re annoying. You don’t need to be sorry for anything. Except well…”
You faced him.
“Except for what?”
He glanced up at you shyly.
“Well, except for stealing my heart.”

anonymous asked:

Hey, I was just diagnosed with gad. But I haven't had a check up in about a year and my head keeps tell me I have heart disease. My mom says it's the gad. But I can't stop thinking I have a heart disease. I donno if you can help me I just wanted to tell someone. I'm gonna talk to my therapist next week. Just it's kinda eating at me.

Hi, I have GAD so let me give you some helpful tips!!

99% of the time it’s your GAD. GAD is awful, it’s gonna tell you that you have cancer, that your lungs are collapsing, that you’re having a heart attack when you’re not. And I’ve spoken to a few doctors about this and they all agree that it’s really hard to determine if these symptoms are real or if it’s just your GAD, you know? Your brain can be so tricky. As my mom says, play it safe. Get it checked anyway. When I was experiencing numbness in my arm at night, my doctor said hey, I’m sending you to a heart specialist so we can get it checked out just to be safe. It’s ok to get something checked out sometimes.

Because the benefits are 1. You can double check and rule out if you really do have something going on, and 2. You can ease your anxiety by knowing you’re ok and that nothing’s wrong.

I know you might not always be able to do this and some people aren’t able to. But if it’s eating at you and making it hard to function, like I’ve had happen to me on occasion, go see a doctor asap and ease your worries. There’s a big chance you’re absolutely fine, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry! I’ve found lumps, I’ve panicked over them, gotten them checked to see if they were safe. In all honesty it’s a good thing!! It’s good to double check and make sure everything’s working normally. But if this is something that’s happening frequently, all the time, then I think it’s important to consult your therapist about it and try learn the techniques they teach you to get your anxiety under control.

So in short, if something is really bothering you, it’s ok to bring it up to a doctor and double check. But also be sure to let your therapist know about this, ask them what you can do to stop this frequent worrying, and follow their advice. Overall it’s important to talk to your therapist about this because they’re the one able to give you the tools you need to ultimately overcome this. And yes, there will be times this will happen all over again. I used to be scared I had cancer, I would have constant anxiety about it for months and months. Then I was ok. Then my anxiety would fixate on another fear, and so on. It’s an endless cycle, but it’s good to learn how to put a stop to it for awhile. Sometimes your techniques don’t work anymore, and that’s when you let your therapist know.

Sorry for rambling so much, it’s just GAD is something I’ve had since I was a little girl and I know exactly what it’s like firsthand so I’d say it’s a subject I’m 100% confident in giving advice in. If you have any other questions or concerns you’re always welcome to contact me!

imagine denmark asking norway to talk norwegian to him because he absolutely loves the sound of it so he grabs a book and makes nor read it to him in norwegian and they just cuddle on the couch while den listens to norge’s beautiful voice talking in a language he absolutely adores, sighing happily and snuggling closer to nor.

imagine norway jokingly teasing denmark about how he always sounds like he has a potato in his throat when speaking danish but glaring at anyone who even as much as smiles at that joke because he’s the only one who’s allowed to make fun of den’s beautiful but also incredibly stupid language.

The Worst Thing:

When all the Anti/Chase/Schneeplestein hype comes back up while you’re stuck on a long car ride with the rest of your family who isn’t allowed to/doesn’t watch the JSE channel. I can’t say or do anything because I’ll get yelled at but I’m gonna have a heart attack or panic attack and probably die right here. :P My family probably wouldn’t even notice until we stop for dinner. Smh.

@therealjacksepticeye why you gotta do this to me?! I’m gonna die. You won’t be the only one Anti’s killed in a minute. 😂


Peter Pan:

Older- Peter takes Y/N to Neverland as a baby. She is taken away by Hook, who is looking to avenge his brother’s death. She returns as a teenager.

“It Was An Act.”-  Emma, Mary Margaret and Regina need help contacting Henry. They trap you and attempt to gain your trust, but you’re more than meets the eye.

How To Fight-  Y/N wants to learn how to fight, but Pan forbids her and belittles what she is capable of. Y/N tries to fight Pan, but doesn’t have the heart to hurt him after all. Pan, who is feeling bad for her, decides to confront her later.

I Can’t Lose You-  Y/N decides to sneak away from camp to have some time alone, but ends up getting attacked by pirates. Peter is hysterical as he sends everybody to search for her, and is alone in the camp when she returns.

Beast-  Y/N has been acting strange lately. Peter decides to investigate, following her into the forest one night after she sneaks away from camp. He discovers that she has been turning into a monster at night, wreaking havoc on the island. But when morning comes, she returns to his bed and wakes with no memory of what she’s done. Pan must find a way to save her before she hurts somebody, or herself.

Beast (Part Two)-  More changes are happening with Y/N, and Peter is determined to find out what is happening.

Trials- Eager to test the skills of the island’s newest arrival, Pan puts Y/N through a series of challenges to find her worth. But when she passes every test he plans out for her, his frustration causes him to take it too far.

Replaced-  The story of how Peter tried to chase after Wendy, only to realize that it was Y/N who he truly loves.

Tiger Lily-  After the curse is broken, Y/N, who was once known as Tiger Lily, is given back the rather harsh memories of what happened between her and Peter Pan. When she goes back to Neverland in an attempt to help save Henry, she encounters him again.

Multiple Personality Disorder-  Being in love with Peter but being hated by Pan wasn’t easy. After another episode, Y/N and Peter decide enough is enough and call for help.

Changed-  After having her happiness crushed by a ruthless Peter Pan, Y/N returns to Neverland. But she isn’t the same person she was before.

Distractions-  Pan has been acting weird lately, and Y/N isn’t the only one that notices. But when she finally gets him to admit his feelings for her, he doesn’t get the response he expected.

Robbie Kay:

Prom-  After being paired up with the school’s outcast, Robbie finds himself growing to like her. But when she asks him to go to the school’s prom with her, things come crashing down.

Prom (Part Two)-  Determined to make up for his mistake, Robbie chases after what he knows is the best thing that had ever happened to him. He makes it his mission not only to get Y/N back, but to give her a night that will be worth remembering.

Pay Attention-  Robbie grows bored of watching Y/N study and decides instead to try to grab her attention.

Tommy Clark:

Little Do You Know-  An imagine based off the song ‘Little Do You Know’ by Alex and Sierra.


Gif Imagines

Rant At Marvel, Part Two



I guess I’ll just sit here and wait, then. It’s not like you haven’t stressed me out a lot recently or anything. No. Of course not.

Like that poster? The one that’s giving me collateral heart attacks? It’s fine. It needs no elaboration or anything. It’s not like the reality of he situation is crushing me or anything.

I’m fine.

It’s fine.

I’ll just wait then.

anonymous asked:

Send help Rocco might actually give me a heart attack oh my lord >///< (In other news, I'm really pumped for this game! The art looks gorgeous! I hope you have a nice day! :3c)

Rocco is definitely not recommended for those with heart conditions. ;D Thank you so much, your excitement really makes my day!! 💕

- Souha

Catching up on Critical Role: Episode 70 - Is There a Ship Name

Raishan: If I might ask, what creature of great strength you intend to bait Vorugal with?

Percy: Um … I don’t think anything you’ve ever heard of before. 

Raishan: *smirks* Try me. 

Me: *clutches heart* 


Percy: I figure that, quite possibly, in private, you and I have the closest dispositions. 

Raishan: I can see that kinship as well.

Me: *falls off bed* 


Percy: You so rarely lie, that I’m so fascinated when you do! : D

Raishan: *smirks* You’re a funny little man. 

Percy: I take that as the highest compliment. : )

Percy: *turns a corner and has a brief panic attack*

Me: Why is Percy catnip to supervillains. 

trashforfandoms9  asked:

hi yes 911 my friends are being way too cute and i'm pretty sure it's illegal and i'm having a heart attack please send help thanks

Elliot: Yes.

Isaak: I was gonna say something, but Elliot’s talking to his printer and distracting me.

Okay I am so excited for the new junjou romantica chapter, like I have a huge feeling they are going to tell takahiro in the next chapter. Like I will be shaking and crying when that happens, I probably will have a heart attack and I am not joking. I will collapse, and be deceased for all eternity. My life would be complete, and I will be so happy. So then I could finally Rest In Peace. I will reread it thousands of times while I cry myself to sleep. If this isn’t you and your a junjou romantica fan, then I don’t even know no more.