Jan 31, 2023
Everytime that bored by Billie eilish is playing i can't stop thinking in the stapler that sounds, don't know what that supposed to mean
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Everytime that bored by Billie eilish is playing i can't stop thinking in the stapler that sounds, don't know what that supposed to mean
No bcs if u listen to wallows AND you didn't know it from dylan minnette bcs u watch 13 reasons why, marry me right fucking now
I'm going to pretend a girl I knew in high school named Hannah didn't just marry a dude with the last name "Baker".
Tony x Reader *platonic* panic attack comfort
A/N: This is my first 13 r w fanfic, so please be nice!
“Hey, chica, ¿qué está en tu cabeza?” Tony asked as he sat down next to you on one of the couches in his workshop. You stopped by after school without saying much. You just walked in and sat down, staring off into space. Tony had tried to start a conversation with you when you arrived but you offered nothing more than a few shrugs and hums in acknowledgement.
You shrugged at his question. “No mucho.” You didn’t know much Spanish, but Tony knew how much you loved to speak what little Spanish that you did know. “Estoy cansada.”
“Lo siento,” Tony responded, tossing an arm around your shoulders gently. “But I don’t believe you. What’s wrong? How did that anatomy exam go? The tornado drill interrupted it, right?”
There had been an emergency tornado drill and you were in the middle of an anatomy lab practical when it happened. Tony knew you were already on the verge of a panic attack before you entered the classroom. Having spent lunch attempting to calm you down. He promised to meet up with you after class but the tornado went into your final class and he wasn’t able to see you until now. You wished you could have seen him sooner. You were a hair away from a full-blown panic attack, and his question seemed to be the one to push you over the edge.
You pulled your knees to your chest, suddenly struggling to breathe. You choked on a sob as Tony leaned over to see if you were ok. “Gatito?” His arm around your shoulders moved to rub the back of your neck as you stopped breathing properly. “Hey, it’s ok.” When you didn’t respond to him, he grew even more worried. “Let’s get you somewhere quieter. Can you walk?” You shook your head, hiding it between your knees. Tony stood and gently picked you up. “Alright, that’s ok.” His hand guided your head to bury into his shirt. “Javi, ¡voy fuera!” he yelled, then apologized when you flinched in his arms.
Tony carried you outside and sat you down behind the garage. He let you down gently before kneeling in front of you. “Gatito, I need you to breathe.” He placed a hand on the back of your neck again. “I think it’d be easier if you’d uncurl a bit,” Tony suggested. You shook your head again and whimpered.
“Tony,” you whimpered.
His eyes jumped to yours immediately. “I’m right here,” he assured.
“I-I’m scared,” you confessed.
Tony sat down beside you and held out his hand. “There’s no need to be scared. Here, hold my hand.” You reached out a hesitant hand to meet his own. Squeezing it, you pulled it closer to your chest. Your breathing was still quick and uneven.
“Breathe with me, Y/N,” Tony instructed. “Ok? In.” He took a deep breath in, and waited for you to do the same. He smiled as he exhaled, watching as you followed his pattern. He breathed with you a few more times before he was sure you were calmer.
“There you go. See, gatito, I said you’d be ok,” he chuckled, pulling you in for a hug. You made yourself comfortable on his side, still gripping one of his hands to your chest.
“Thank you Tony,” you said softly, playing with his fingers. “I’m sorry for freaking out. It’s just been a really bad day.”
“Don’t be sorry,” your friend said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “I get it. Take your time. Talk it out if you need to. You know I’m always here for you, right?”
You giggled. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Thanks, T.”
Should I start writing for 13 reasons why?? 👀👀👀 requests may also be opening soon as well...
moodboard: bi greyaro justin foley
This dude has been through a lot through FOUR FUCKING SEASONS... Just to be killed by a pathetic excuse of AIDS. Yeah Okay, he can have HIV but not bloody AIDS in like less than a year... (I have a theory if anyone wanna hear about how I think Justin has HIV and how they could have made his AIDS more realistic) Damn every time I think of this beautiful man I wanna protect him with my damn life