thanks for the panic attack mom

People who slam doors and stomp their feet to show how much they want to physically hurt you shouldn’t be trusted

Bad Boy Blues

Pairing: Prinxiety

Summary: Things didn’t turn out quite so perfectly for Virgil Thompson. [prequel/sequel/something to Janitor’s Closet Love]

Warnings: homophobic slurs, minor descriptions of violence, some explicitly sexual phrasing that might make you uncomfortable if you don’t like that stuff, but no explicitly sexual things happen

A/N: Morgan????? Posting a fic??? I know, it’s ridiculous!

Janitor’s Closet Love - check out my ao3

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i’m not leaving

Request: Imagine story labour with Dan being idk cute and scared and awesome as well so like himself

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: I really loved this idea, so thank you so much for requesting!

Pairings: Dan x Reader

Warnings: child labour? like birth? but that ain’t really a warning, it’s literally how you were born.

Originally posted by patchworkshirt

“I was suppose to be there for her!” Dan screamed, frustrated with himself. His heart beating rapidly against his chest and his hands gripping the seat that he sat in as his eyes watched the road carefully. 

“Dan, honestly, it’s okay.” Phil reassured him, giving him a soft look before readjusting his eyes on the road before him. He was trying to hurry and keep calm himself, but it was a bit hard when his best friends of years was shaking with literally anticipation and fear. He was practically bouncing in his seat like a three year old.

Dan sighed, grabbing at his hair in frustration. His curled locks were messed and his iconic fringe was frantically pushed back. “No! It isn’t! I was suppose to be the one to take her to the hospital and I was out.” 

Phil couldn’t help but lightly chuckle to himself, pulling into a parking spot, he turned to his best friend, setting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Dan, Y/N wasn’t even alone. She was with her mom. Plus she’s early, isn’t she? How were you suppose to know?” He asked, trying to get Dan to stop having a panic attack. “Plus, she isn’t dying. She’s giving birth.”

Dan let out a sigh, calming his breath as he nodded to himself. “You’re right. Thank you.” Phil smiled.

“We should get going, shouldn’t we? She’s probably already in the room.” Dan nodded, unbuckling and quickly exiting the car. His breathing had calmed but he was still walking with a skip in his step to reach his destination quicker. Once he found out what room you were in, he walked through the halls, locating your rooms number. Phil trailed behind him before coming to a stop, knowing he couldn’t be in.

Dan stopped before the closed door, not sure on what to do. With a frantic breath, he turned back to Phil. “I don’t think I can do this, Phil.” He sighed.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” Phil asked incredulously. Walking up to his long time friend and grabbing him by the shoulder again. “That’s your wife in there, Dan! And she’s giving birth to your child! You need to be there for her.” Dan looked over at Phil, knowing he was right. But he was just so scared he would mess up or something was going to go wrong. But he was also pouncing with excitement. 

“Okay.” He nodded before walking through the door. When he walked in, he saw you but before he could say anything he was dressed in sanitary garbs and a masked before directed beside you. He took deep breaths to calm himself and sat in the chair beside your bed. You smiled, happy to see him, trying to calm yourself. 

“Hey.” You grinned.

“Hey.” He returned, turning to look at the rest of your body. He grabbed your hand, squeezing tightly.

“I’m glad you were able to come.” You teased.

Dan laughed, “i’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Honestly, i’m just glad you’re here now. I was so scared.” You squeezed his hand, finally excepting the erratic beating of your heart. You tried to hide the tears but you could feel one slip. This was your first time ever giving birth and you’d knew it would hurt, you were scared. 

Suddenly you felt another pain, and with a yell, you groaned. The doctor began to fuss as he told you that you were about to begin. You tried to calm your breathing and ignore the pain as you squeezed Dan’s hand even tighter. “i’m scared.” You whimpered.

Dan leaned forward, letting you crush his hand. “I’ll be here, Y/N. I’m not leaving you.”

Scary Sweetheart // KJ Apa

Anonymous: Hey girl, love your imagines and I was wondering if you could do a KJ imagine/oneshot, where the reader is a dancer and KJ supports her at a show and stuff? Thanks lovely.

Word Count: 1,440

Warnings: panic attack, supportive KJ, cuddly KJ

Characters: KJ Apa, Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Casey Cott,

A/N: I legit had to watch Dance Moms and I got so much inspiration you do not understand (I love dance moms omg). I hope you enjoy this and I can’t wait to finish all these and open my requests again. X

This is the dance: if you don’t want to watch the intro, the performance starts at 2:19. x


You took a deep breath as you walked out of your dressing room and to the foyer of the theatre. KJ had messaged you, letting you know that he and the gang were here and to meet them in the foyer.

Your hair was curled and thrown into a bun and your make up was all done and perfect, your winged eyeliner had been done less than 10 minutes ago. “Hey!” You grinned, seeing the familiar brunette (unfortunately, the red faded) and your group of friends. They all turned at the sound of your voice, seeing you clad in a pair of Adidas sweatpants and a crop top.

Your 6 cast mates all walked towards you, smiles on their faces. Madelaine was the first to hug you, pushing past KJ and wrapping her arms tightly around your body, giggling. She squealed. Words of luck were given to you by Cole, Camila, Lili and Casey, as Madelaine and the rest of them left, telling you that they’ll see you after the show and telling KJ that they will save him a seat.

“I can’t wait to watch you tonight.” He grinned, pushing a curl behind your ear and kissing your forehead gently, looking down at you. “You’re going to be the best and you’re going to win.” KJ chuckled, kissing you softly on the lips. “Now, go knock ‘em dead, baby. And make sure your partner doesn’t fall in love with you.”

You giggled, pushing KJ towards the double doors where he would go and find the gang. “Good luck! I love you!” He turned around just before he got to the doors, grinning at you. You blew him a kiss, waving at him and running back to your dressing room to get changed into the yellow dress you would be wearing.


“Please welcome to the stage, entry number 25, ‘Scary Sweetheart’.” You heard the voice through the speakers as you looked at your partner, James, who was standing on the opposite wing, giving you thumbs up. You took a deep breath, walking onto the stage with poised steps and took your place in the middle of the stage.

Once the music started, you were automatically in the zone. The touches of James’s cold fingertips gave you goose bumps, but you focused on the beat and lyrics of the song. You had been practicing this dance with James for a few months now, your dance instructor wanting every bit perfect. You had practiced 9 hours a day, 4 times a week for about 4 – 5 months.

Once it got to a specific part in the dance that you had trouble with at the start, but you eventually got it perfect, you became nervous. James lifted you up by your waist twice, and when he placed you down so you could go behind him, you had lost your footing and slipped up. It wasn’t anything major, but it still made your heart beat faster and tears prick at your eyes. Your dance instructor was going to be very pissed off at you for stuffing up a dance you had been practicing for months.

The drastic change in music to set the scene was your favourite part as you went from ‘sweetheart’ to ‘scary sweetheart’ made the crowd cheer, loving the mood. You took deep breaths as your partner fell onto the floor from the ‘kick’ you had given him, and you used the emotions you were bottling up right now to set the emotion for the scene. Once you had grabbed the back of James’s shirt, picking him up and dropping him back onto the floor, you left the stage with your chin high and back straight, but as soon as you were behind the curtains of the wings, you burst into tears. Covering your mouth to stop the sobs, you rushed back to your dressing room and closed the door, grabbing your phone with shaky hands and sitting on the floor and unlocking your phone. You dialled KJ’s number, your whole body shaking as tears fell down your face and you used your free hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“Baby?” KJ had answered. He was speaking in a normal tone, not hushed or anything, since it was intermission and he had obviously either stepped outside or there was no one around him. “You did amazing, what’s wro-“

“I st-stuffed up!” You sobbed, pulling your knees to your chest and pulling the bobby pins out of your hair, letting your bun fall loose and your hair fall over your shoulders. “I-I slipped and now James is going to hate m-me and so is Re-Rebecca.” You tried to calm your breathing, but you had worked yourself up, and now you were border lining a panic attack.

“Hey, hey. Breathe, (Y/N). C’mon. Where’s your dressing room? I’ll come and see you and bring you a bottle of water.” KJ’s voice soothed you, and you could hear Cole and Camila’s voice in the background, asking if you were okay. She’s just a bit worked up, KJ spoke away from the phone, and you could hear the chatter of your friends, asking if you needed anything.

“Baby. Just text me where your dressing room is and I’ll see you there, alright? You gonna be okay for about 5 minutes?” KJ asked you, his attention back onto you.

“O-Okay.” You hiccupped, your sobs still coming through, and tears still flowing down your cheeks. Your hands shook as you attempted to text KJ, but you sent the message with a few mistakes and an odd full stop in the middle of the sentence, but you couldn’t be bothered editing it.

KJ had shown up in your dressing room, and seen that you had calmed down a little bit, but you would let out the occasional sob and hiccup. “Hey, darling.” KJ closed the door behind him, slowly walking towards you. He knelt down in front of you, resting his hands on your knees and rubbing them gently. “It’s alright, hey? Just, breathe for me. Like you taught me. In and out. Slowly.” KJ’s voice soothed you a bit more than the instructions did, but you still complied, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“I-I didn’t mean to slip.” You looked up at the brunette, your eyes red. “The floor was slippery and my stockings just didn’t mix well.” You closed your eyes, letting your chin rest on your knees. “I’m just really tired too.” You pushed yourself off the ground, grabbing your dance bag and shoving all of your belongings into it, not caring how they’re placed.

“Come on then, I’ll take you back to my place. We can drop Cole and Madelaine home, since they came with me, but you can have a hot shower to relax and we can watch a movie and go to bed.” KJ grabbed your bag from you when you went to sling it over your shoulder. His bicep rippled as his arm flexed, and you followed him out the door.


“Bye, Cole!” You waved to the brunette who walked towards his apartment. Madelaine had been dropped off before Cole, but now you and KJ were on your way back to his place.

You watched as the buildings went past, and when you saw the familiar street of KJ’s street, you sat up a little and grabbed your phone, seeing that the time was 7pm. Once KJ had pulled the car up, you got out the car. “I’ll grab your bag.” KJ told you and you looked over your shoulder, smiling.

“I’ll be in the shower,” you spoke softly, unlocking the front door and kicking your shoes off. You had already started to unzip the dress and were in the shower within 5 minutes of getting home.

KJ was in the bedroom, turning Netflix on the Xbox and he was changing the sheets over (since he and Cole had fallen asleep on the bed. Go figure) and grabbing you something to eat from the kitchen.

Once you had wrapped a towel around your body, you walked into his bedroom and opened the draw you had claimed, changing into some sweatpants and a training bra. Pulling your wet hair into a bun, you got on his bed and put your phone on charge, sliding under the covers.

“I made you a cheese sandw-“ KJ looked at your quite figure. You had fallen asleep, already snuggled under the covers. He grinned, placing the sandwich on the desk in his room. He turned the lights off and crawled into bed next to you, his arms wrapping around his waist.

“Good night, Sweetheart.”

“It’s okay” ~ Stiles Imagine

Pairing: Stiles x reader (Could be platonic?)

Word Count: Idk, it won’t tell me

Warnings: panic attack, it’s just terrible writing, depressing af

Request:  @hannahriley12 asked:
One with Stiles Stilinski where the reader and Stiles are at one of Lydia’s parties and he has a panic attack and reader calms him down. Thanks xoxo

A/N: I wrote this on my mom’s computer.
Also, GO CHECK OUT @sarcxstic-winchesters if you like SPN. Go request stuff!!!

Proofreader: @hanktheswaggyhonkeydonkey


Originally posted by liliomdream

I let out a grunt of annoyance as I felt some sort of liquid cover the front of my new shirt. Of course, I shouldn’t have worn an actually good shirt to one of Lydia’s parties, but she would have flipped if I wore anything different. My face scrunched into a scowl before I hurried out of the crowded room and up the stairs.

It was quieter here as everything else was down there. Well, it was quiet until I approached the bathroom. As I padded down the long white hallway, my hearing picked up on the sound of heavy breathing and something falling over. I looked up at my feet in confusion and followed the noise to be met with the bathroom door.

I knocked cautiously, my hands shaking slightly.

“Go away,” an all to familiar voice yelled back.

“Stiles,” I questioned, knocking on the door, “can I come in?”

“No, n-no,” he said, trying to breathe properly. His voice kept cutting off and shaking as he tried to fix himself. “You can’t see me like this.”

“Stiles, please,” I yelled back as I heard the sound of something breaking. My hand reached for the doorknob and twisted it, sighing happily as it opened. It looks like he forgot to lock it.

When I stepped into the dimly lit room, I was met with Stiles leaning over the sink, choking on air. A glass cup was shattered on the ground to the right of him, and a few towels were fallen out of place. I ran forward, towards him.

“Hey, Stiles,” I stated loud enough for him to hear but not to scare him. He looked like a wild animal trapped in a corner. “Stiles, tell me what to do. Tell me what you need.”

Tears ran down his face and he stumbled back, falling onto his butt as he tripped over his own feet. His hands shook along with his legs. I crouched down beside him, listening to him whisper something. “You’re not real. You’re not real,” he chanted to himself, pulling hand up to grip his hair. “This is just a dream. Wake up, Stiles!”

I swallowed harshly when I realized what was happening. Scott told me about their encounter in the school bathroom. “Stiles, this is not a dream,” I spoke in a clear, smooth voice, trying not to freak out. “I promise.”

“N-no, you always say that! You always say that and then you stab me! This isn’t real!” He screamed, his face twisting in terror.

“How do I prove it to you? What’s the difference between dream and reality?” I questioned, getting close, but not too close.

“My fingers,” he choked out. “I have eleven fingers in my dream.”

“Let’s count then, Stiles, c'mon.” I raised my hand next to his. “Let’s count.”

He raised his hands and began to count with me, calming down slightly. His hands shook terribly, and I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. What had made him like this? When we finally got to ten and he realized it wasn’t a dream, he burst into tears. He choked on his breathing, and pulled me into him, surprising me entirely. His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his face buried in my shoulder, crying loudly and soaking the part of the shirt. I slowly pulled my arms around him and rubbed small circles into his back, rocking him lightly.

“Hey, you’re okay. Everything’s okay. You did great.” As I said those words, my mind was racing. There had to be something to help him. Anything.

I know I’m annoying, BUT PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!

againstmondays  asked:

Bellarke au, it's where clarke is a doctor at a prison and Bellamy is a guard. Multichapter and in one clarke went to a masked ball and reader knows she's dancing with Bellamy but she doesn't and it's cute cause her dress was designed by Octavia. 100% sure it was on ao3.

Edit: Thanks @dancingmcfly for finding Cliché!

Anonymous said: I’m looking for a fic (modern setting) where Clarke and Bellamy meet at a bar (I think) and Clarke’s mom is a mayor (not sure) but I’m sure they live in a big house and Bellamy starts working there (to clean and stuff) and Clarke really wants to study art but her mom is against and I think Clarke has panic attacks and she teaches Octavia to dance? I hope that helps thank you

I believe you’re looking for I’ll Be Chasing Angels All My Life!

whyclarke said: hello! i’m back again - this may be a weird request but do you know of any fics where clarke has to take care of bellamy when he’s sick/injured and he’s a bad patient because he’s too selfless and whatnot? thank you so much!! this blog is a godsend tbh 

Here are some suggestions that are similar:

Also check out this Hurt!Bellamy + Caretaking!Clarke Bellarke fic rec post by @bellamyblake!

Anonymous said: hey i’m looking for 2 fics. the first one is mordern day bellarke, they are married and pregnant and bellamy finds clarke’s test in the trash under and orange peel or something and then he says “i’m going to be a dad.” the second one is bellamy goes to the hospital and is drugged up and he says that he loves clarke and that he wants her to have his babies and he doesn’t realize that he is telling her. thanks so much i love this blog

For the first one I believe it’s chapter 5 of No Space Lies In Between. Could the second possibly be Anaesthesia is like an aphrodisiac?

Anonymous said:  do you know if there are any fics of clarke thirstin after bell??? Longing looks and all??? Like it could turn into sex for stress relief or whatever??? Just that she’s honestly just super attracted to him. bonus if it turns into sexy times but not necessary 

Here are some that might be what you’re looking for!

The Friends We Make {Sirius Black x Reader} *REQUESTED*

I think this is one of the last requests I received before I closed my requests. The idea was honestly so cute which is why it took me a while to write it. Thank you so much, anon, for requesting this! 💕💕💜 Two down, one more to go!



With the evening wind rushing past his black fur, Padfoot ran towards the forest where he felt most alive and free. He had been slipping away from his chambers more often recently, footsteps as light as a feather and movements as quiet as an ant. Normally, he only needed to sneak out at night in his animagus form once a month and only during a full moon when he would accompany Remus together with his other friends.

But now, he had been staying up late, making sure everyone was asleep before leaving the school grounds and running into the forest.

It was his way of exhaling all his worries and troubles and inhaling the peaceful and quietness of his surroundings. The trees protected him and the stars guided him wherever he went.

However, he was not the only student who found delight in wandering through the dark forest.

Transfiguration classes were the three boys’ favorite class, mainly because unbeknownst to everyone, they had achieved in transforming into different animals while the other students were still trying to turn rabbits into hats. Sirius enjoyed the class but today, his attention was divided into two: listening to Professor McGonagall and watching his friend, James, try to balance himself on the back of his chair. It was something Sirius would do all the time but after betting that James could not do it, he immediately jumped into the opportunity to prove his friend wrong.

As he managed to balance equally, he grinned at Sirius who had a confident smirk on his face before James finally slipped backwards, crashing on the floor. Professor McGonagall immediately stopped from her discussion and turned to him, a glare fixed behind her rectangular glasses.

“Mr. Potter?”

“Yes, Professor?” James asked innocently while quickly sitting back down on his chair as though nothing had happened. The whole class watched him, doing their best not to laugh, including (Y/n) who had to cover her mouth so as not to show her amused smile. It captured Sirius’s attention but when she saw his eyes on her, the two looked away with blushing faces.

“Detention, Mr. Potter,” the professor said, her eyes now set on Sirius, waiting for him to defend his friend but he said nothing and continued to take down notes.

(Y/n) watched him scribble down onto his parchment before McGonagall called her name. She was well-behaved in the professor’s class and was often asked to demonstrate the proper ways of transfiguring things and so she stood up and walked up front.

“Ms. (L/n), would you be so kind to show the class how the spell works?”

“Yes, professor,” she answered obediently before pulling out her wand and tapping it onto the brown rabbit, turning it into a top hat.

“Splendid,” McGonagall praised before allowing her to return to her chair, continuing on with the discussion to the class.

It was the first time Sirius finally accepted to himself about his romantic feelings towards her.

As Padfoot recalled the memory, his tail wagged excitedly while he padded through the thick trees. He had been following an interesting scent for hours now but he could not find where it was coming from. He felt like it was an amortentia potion, his increased sense of smell effectively allowing him to sniff through the air for any sign of it. He could smell perfume and shampoo but he still could not identify what it was.

He was about to give up on his quest when he heard a sound nearby. Twigs snapped and a quick flash of white crossed behind the trees. Padfoot’s ears stood up alert and that’s when he saw another dog slip from the shadows, revealing its beautiful, white fur.

Padfoot barked to see if it was friendly, only for it to bark back.

He had a good feeling about this newfound friendship.

After he had returned from another night outdoors, Sirius felt more energized. He had been seeing the mysterious dog in the forest almost every night and was planning on capturing it today in order for him to bring it home, hoping the Potters would allow him. Sirius prepared a bait and a leash when James walked into the dorm.

“Have you packed yet?” He asked, rummaging through the pile of clothes on his bed and stuffing them into his trunk.

“Uh, yeah, I did,” Sirius replied, putting a chicken drum stick on a dog bowl and covering it with a newspaper.

“What’s that for?” James said, “Saving a snack for the trip? We still have tomorrow, you know.”

“I know that. This one’s for a friend of mine.”

“Is this about the white dog you told me?” James said, sitting down on the bed with a smile. “Have you seen her lately?”

“Yeah, and I want to keep it. D'you think your mom will say yes?”

“Of course! Mom never says no to us,” James smirked, “But I suggest you try and see how the dog will react to you as…you know…as Sirius.”

“Alright. Hopefully, it won’t panic or attack me,” Sirius said, “Thanks, Prongs.”

“No problem,” he replied, patting his friend at the back.

Sirius carried the bowl with him and went outside where the sun had already rose, making his way to the forest. Everything suddenly seemed unfamiliar to him during the daylight as he had been seeing the same crooked tree for about a dozen times. He tried to whistle in hopes of getting the dog’s attention but it did not come to him at all. Sirius waited and waited until he had ultimately skipped breakfast. The dog was nowhere to be found and his attempt to bring home a friend had failed. He turned to his animagus form and whined sadly, the food bowl between his mouth when he finally heard a loud bark.

The white dog chased him happily, its tail wagging wild at the sight of him. Now was the perfect time to see how it will respond to him as a human.

Padfoot slowly transformed back into Sirius, shaking his dark hair and expecting the other dog to either bite or bark but it did neither of those things.

In fact, the dog walked up to him and stood on its hind legs, its front paws almost reaching Sirius’s shoulders before the dog started to morph back into a human girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that struck his heart whenever he met them.

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around Sirius, pulling him into an embrace while he held her against his beating chest, happy to finally bring someone to his new home.

anonymous asked:


Fucking thank you! My mom used to make us do this til I was old enough to move out and I just stopped going with her anywhere because it only made me more nervous to order by myself instead of better at it. I still can’t stand ordering on my own because I have a mini panic attack(seriously don’t do this to your fucking kids). At the moment my kids want to order on their own but I’m hesitant mainly because I don’t think they’re quite old enough to get proper customer etiquette. My oldest is 12, so I’m sure I’m either being over protective with him or biased based on my experience, so if anyone has input on that feel free to tell me. lol But, yeah, I’m 33 and I still have to rehearse my order 15 minutes in advance… -Abby

anonymous asked:

Hey, hi, sorry to be a bother, but... Something happened and I was really down. When I went to ask for some support, my mom, without looking up from her phone, decided that me sobbing was the perfect moment to start berating me on my food aversion, which got worse after I was hospitalized recently, and I just... NEED some fluffy, Bucky-gets-lots-of-support fics. Thanks ♡

Ok yes i for sure have some for you.  I hope things get better for you soon <3

I got nothing here without you by agent_of_marvel

Bucky proceeds to have a small panic attack after yelling at Steve for his self destructive tendencies.

Stem by IamShadow21

Bucky Barnes discovers sugar, demands coffee, makes a variety of involuntary noises, cuddles up to Steve Rogers, regrows a limb, and fakes it ‘til he makes it at being a person.

stuck on you by wearing_tearing

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

Touch Has A Memory by regent

Bucky’s so used to touch only bringing pain. He’s forgotten that a hand coming towards his face does not always constitute an attack. The first time Steve reaches to curl a hand around the back of Bucky’s neck (“Just for a hug, Buck. God, I’m so sorry, I should’ve warned you”), Bucky flinches, jerks back. He has to relearn everything. He has to relearn touch.

Unexpected Surprise Part 4

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jensen’s Mom, Jensen’s Dad, Jared, Mentions of Gen.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Gen, Jensen’s Mom x Jensen’s Dad.

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Angst, Panic Attack, Pregnancy Complications, Crying Jensen, Possibility of Death.

Author’s Note: I wanna say a quick thank you to @abbessolute and @waywardmoeyy for their help writing this. You girls are amazing! Sorry it took so long to get this part out. The ideas were there but the words just wouldn’t come out the way I wanted them to.

Feedback is 100% welcome.


Originally posted by cirunia

You walk into the operating room and see doctors and nurses bustling around the room preparing for Y/N’s surgery.

“Mr. Ackles you’ll be seated up by your wife’s head. After we’ve delivered your baby we’ll clean him/her up and hand him/her to you for a few minutes. Then we’ll send him/her to the nursery so you two can rest.”

“Ok. Thank you.”

Standing next to Y/N you look down at her and you can see the worry in her eyes. You run your fingers gently along her face and brushed a stray piece of hair from her face.

“Baby, it’s gonna be ok. All the doctors are here to help you.” Placing a gentle kiss on her lips. You took your seat by her head and grabbed her hand.

“Ok, Mr. and Mrs. Ackles were going to begin. I hope you’re ready to meet your little one. Mrs. Ackles you might feel some pressure, but if you feel any pain whatsoever tell us and we can give you something.”

Just then Y/N squeezed your hand and gently pulled on my hand.

“Jensen, you have to promise me that you’ll choose the baby.” A tear rolling down her cheek. “Please Jen.”

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A/n: wrote this because it was exactly what I needed last week.

You are on bed,under the blankets,hugging your extra pillow,ready to sleep when your phone rings. You know that it must be your parents, your sister or your boyfriend,they are the only ones who you allowed to rings when your phone is on Do not disturb mode. You take your phone and see that is Shawn on a FaceTime call. You answer after making yourself comfortable on the bed.

“Hey babe!”

“Hey beautiful,were you sleeping?”
“I was just getting ready to,you just finished the show?”

“Yeah,I’m heading to the hotel right now. How was your day?”
“It’s was good,very productive! How was the show?”
“It was amazing babe,you needed to see how much energy was in there. But anyways, very productive day yeah?”
“Uh hum, I could finish the last paper from microbiology today.”
“That’s amazing babe,I know you killed on that you! So, Jess call me today!”
“Wait what? That’s way you’re calling? My roommate called you? What did she said?” You were pissed! Of course your day wasn’t productive, you had been having panic attacks every time you try to get things done. Your grades were perfect last semester,but this one,they were just normal grades,and that make you feel like shit.
“She,differently from my girlfriend, told me about your panic attacks coming back-”
“No y/n, I’m serious ! Did the panic attack came back?”
“No but, Y/N, the only thing I asked before coming to tour was that you didn’t lie to me about these! And you promised you’re going to talk to me.” His hand were on his hair.
“I was going to talk about it Shawn,I truly was,and I tried! God,I tries for like a hundred times. But every time the word get together,I lose the courage! I didn’t want you to think I was weak!” You look down,starting at the bed,trying to not look at the phone. You heard his breathes. “Are you mad at me?” You ask,not able to look at his face anymore.
“I’m not mad at you babe. I’m just..I’m just worried okay? I was thinking that the attacks were gone for good,that you’re okay. And when Jess called me telling she got home and you looked completely scared and couldn’t breath for a while,I was scared as shit. I could stop imagining you feeling that way alone,with no one to help you,without me.” He looked tired than ever.
“I’m really sorry Shawn,but, I could stop thinking that I was the problem. All my friends were under the same pressure and they are doing fine. Why I need to have this? I felt weak and you know-”
“You hate to admit that you are weak. I know babe. But this is the good thing of having a boyfriend,I’m not gonna thing you’re weak. Panic attack is a serious thing and you need to treat it like that. It’s not weakness open yourself to your boyfriend for help.”
“I’m so sorry babe! I really I’m. This is not gonna happen again. You have my word!”
“For real now?”
“You’re gonna be the first I call if I turn to have another one.”
“Thank you hun. That all I wanted to hear.”
“Liayh told me they are going to meet you at Barcelona.”
“Yes,mom decided this week. The are spending the weekend here in two weeks. Liayh is the most excited.”
“Yeah,she told me everything.Of course she is,she misses her big brother!” His smile grow a little bit,and you could see on his eyes that he misses her too. “I told her I might have a slight chance to go with them.” Now his smile grown bigger.“
“Really? You think you can? That would be awesome hun. I will ask Andrew to book a ticket for you and-”
“Breath babe,I said I was going to try!” You laugh of his excitement. “ I need to see if I can finish all my assignments until there,and email a few professors,but I thing it will work it up. I let you know when I get the reply from them.”
“Okay! Just don’t forget to let me know at the same second okay? Then I can talk to Andrew.”
“You gotta it babe!”
“I’ll let you sleep now,you need a good sleep to finish all assignments.” He says in a happy way.
“Thank you babe, I do really need it.”
“So have a good night! I miss you!”
“I miss you too babe. Take some rest okay? I love you!”
“I love you y/n!” He send you a kiss,that warms your heart and you send another one,seeing he face fade on the screen with a large smile on your face.

You put the phone back on the charger and lay in bed again,going back to your sleep mode.

Prompt:  Request where you’re significantly younger than sebastian (still legal though? So early 20s?) and you’re a one night stand and on the pill but you still end up pregnant? You can decide how he reacts 😂

Warnings: none!

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anon ask: can I request your again Emma’s kid and you have major social anxiety and only talk with your close family. You kept it a secret for awhile but eventually your mother finds out and helps you get out of your shell


this end up being a little about Bella x reader , sorry I couldn’t help it , I just thought that it was cute <3

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“Hey, kid!” Your mother Emma, came to your room with a box on her hands. “I bought some donuts! Thought it may cheer you up” She said, giving you a little smile and a kiss on your forehead. She had been so sweet and patience with you these few days, all since you told her about your problem. Social Anxiety.

“Come on Y/N, it’s going to be fun!” for the 10th time, your mother was trying to convince you to go to this party, and parties involve talking and interacting with a lot of people that you don’t know, and that’s something you can do without being the idiot self that you are. Every time you started talking to someone you just want to run away, you blush, you stutter, you want to die right there or just tell the person to fuck off and leave you alone in your beautiful personal bubble, and lets not talk about the zoo that habits in your stomach, or when you start to loose your oxygen, that’s when you run away from the situation really fast. This are little symptoms that you mother or brother don’t see, cause they are too busy fighting against magic things according to save Storybrook, and you? Well, you are in the library, hiding from anyone that’s not your family, you feel safe there. Bella sometimes tries to make some conversation, but she had taken the conclusion that you’re too shy to speak, so she leaves a few notes here and there recommending you new books to read, and even though you wanted to thank her for that kind gesture you couldn’t formulate a single word.

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 4 (Part 27/?) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 26

“Alright, I want to know whose brilliant idea this bullshit was, and what the hell you thought good could come from it,” Tony barked, shooting a cold glare at you, Steve and Bucky around the conference room table.  “I’ll take anything, so let’s not clam up now.”

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Thanks mom
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Me:</b> *bleeds through all pads and tampons in first few days of periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *has never been regular and is entirely unable to predict length or frequency of periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *has back pain before and during periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *has sharp and stabbing abdominal pain before and during periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *doesn't sleep for a week due to periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *gets extremely depressed around time of periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *has anxiety spikes and panic attacks around time of periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *is unable to be productive due to lack of energy during periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *is unable to focus on anything due to discomfort, pain, and fatigue during periods*<p/><b>Me:</b> *misses school because of symptoms of periods*<p/><b>Mom:</b> why are you so dramatic get over yourself you're just bleeding<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Married To The Boss [Twelve] | Rap Monster

Originally posted by https-km

After a scary turn of events, things only seem to get worse for Y/N and is forced to make a decision for the sake of Namjoon’s future.


I can finally catch my breath again. The pins and needles feeling in my skin has disappeared. My vision is coming back once I open my eyes. The bright lights in the room make it harder to keep my eyes open.

“Y/N,” I feel a warm squeeze on my hand.

“Namjoon?” I look at the figure at my bedside.

“Yeah, I’m here. How are you feeling?”

I start to remember how I ended up in this spot when I see a slight bruise on my wrist, “Where’s my mom?”

“The police caught up to her and arrested her. You don’t have to worry about her right now. We just have to get you home now.”

Just then Jimin walks in with a look of relief on his face, “Oh you’re awake.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“I wasn’t as scared as you were but don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I’ve had to deal with your panic attacks. It may be the last since Namjoon’s gonna have to deal with them from now on.”

“So does this mean you trust me?” Namjoon asks.

“You’re her husband aren’t you?”

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Writing Thing Day 10- Draco x Reader w/ Check out my sweater!

  A/N: Gryffindor! Draco who was kicked out of his house coming to stay with his Weasley! girlfriend over Christmas break, where he finds a new family.

“Check out my sweater!”

“Draco!” Y/N laughed, inspecting the jumper. “That looks great!”

 He spun around, holding out his arms so that she could get a good look. “It does, doesn’t it?” He hugged himself, getting cozy in the material. “Tell your mom I said thank you!”

“Tell her yourself! Let’s go downstairs!”

Draco stiffened, knowing her family hardly cared for him. Still, Mrs. Weasley had made him a sweater…

He followed his girlfriend downstairs, her hand in his the only thing keeping him stable. He felt a panic attack coming on, only calming down when she squeezed his hand. As he entered the kitchen, all heads turned to the pair. Instead of cold looks and narrowed eyes, Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly and walked over to him, pulling her daughter into a hug and then turning to Draco and extending her arms.

“We’re glad to have you here, Draco.” she pulled him into a warm embrace, so loving and kind that he melted a little. He finally felt at home in her arms. He finally had a family.

He finally had a mother.

Mrs. Weasley led him over to the table, placing a plate full of food in front of him. Not the scraps his family fed him, not the food he’d find for himself on the street, good, hot food. Tons of it. Malfoy wondered why he’d ever made fun of this family, the family who’d taken him when no one else would.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked quietly, taking his hand again under the table. Draco grinned and squeezed hers.

“Never been better.”

Something about Kirishima

Warnings: Panic attack.

You were supposed to see Kirishima today, but of course your mom managed to yell at you about some unfinished school work and stress you out, even more then you already were. You ran upstairs to your room and slamed the door shut. You collapsed against the nearest wall and started crying and having trouble breathing.

You didn’t notice because of your panic attack, but Kirishima had rang the doorbell and your mother had let him in, telling him you were at your room. So he headed there.

He could hear you gasping and sobbing through the door so he bursted in. He looked around frantically and spotted you hugging you knees on the floor.

“(Name) what’s wrong? Hey, hey what happened?”, he asked, panic in his voice.

You didn’t answer him so he just picked you up and sat down on the bed with you nuzzled to his chest. He could feel his shirt getting damp from your tears. He didn’t care. He just wanted to help you.

“You’re gonna be fine (Name). Shhhh, shhh. Just try to breath, okay?”

His voice sounded distant, but very calm and warm. Your breathing started to slow down a bit as he continued to whisper sweet things to your ear. Telling you it was all going to be okay. When you had finally calmed down you raised your head go look at him.

“Thanks Eiji.”, you smiled.

“No problem, but what was wrong?”

“My mom just yelled at me and I’ve had alot of stress from school lately and it triggered a panic attack.” you sniffled.

He kissed your forehead and muffled something to it, but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“What?” you asked

“I love you (Name). Can I help you with school stuff or something? I want to make it easier if I can. I know I’m not too good at school but still.”

“I love you too Eiji, but maybe you could help me with something else first.” you grinned at him.

You pushed him down on the bed and kissed him. When you lifted your head to look him in the eyes he flipped you under him and kissed you passionately. You were smiling against his lips and your hands were in his hair. The stress and panic you had felt a while ago were gone when you got lost in each others lips.

Can you guys please say a prayer for my mom? She had a panic attack today when driving and blacked out for a minute. She’s okay but had to pull over and my sisters had to drive down to Chicago to get her (she was driving home from Tennessee). She’s under a lot of stress right now, and tomorrow would have been her 25th wedding anniversary with my dad who passed away 4 years ago. So I know that is only adding to her stress. Please keep her in your prayers if you could. Thank you. <3