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Vic Fuentes imagine

Trigger Warning(s); self-induced panic attack, self hating

"Hun, are you okay?" I heard my boyfriend whisper. Shit, he must have heard my laboured breathing.

I took a few breaths, attempting to calm myself. "Yeah Vic, I'm fine."

"Stop it Y/N. Can't you go shopping at least once without freaking out?" I thought to myself. I shot Vic the biggest smile I could muster up before hurrying in front of him, pretending to be occupied by the racks of clothes.

"Babe." With that Vic turned me around, looking me in the eye. "What is wrong?"

Damn it, I can't lie to his face. But I can't tell him. I'm a freak. He'll leave me. Who would want to date someone who is so pathetic? I always have a panic attack when out shopping. All the people always stare at me. "Why would she buy that?" It's all my fault. This is what I get for being so fat, nothing fits! All the cute styles look stupid on me. Why is Vic even with me? Is it sympathy? I bet its just because he feels bad for me. Is he blind? Has he SEEN me?

Before I knew it, the familiar feeling of walls closing in on me struck, and it felt as if I had been roundhouse kicked in the chest. I felt the familiar exponential pumping of my heart, the beats racking my body at uneven paces. My face went numb as I broke out in a cold seat. I couldn't breathe, and I knew my body was trembling.

"Shit." I heard Vic whisper harshly, as he picked me up from where I had collapsed to the floor, carrying me outside the store, sitting me on a bench just out the front.

"Baby? Baby, listen to me. Breathe. In, out. Shh, its fine, you are okay. It's just a panic attack. Everything is alright. I'm here."

It took a few minutes, but eventually I could start to feel my body again, and my breathing and heart beat began to regulate. I immediately started to cry.

"I-I'm sorry, Vic." I cried. "I hate shopping. I can't go shopping. I always panic. I'm s-sorry I'm such a freak."

"A freak?! (Y/N), look at me." Vic placed his thumb under my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "You are not a freak. It is perfectly normal to have anxiety while shopping."

"I-I just never find anything cute, you know? Nothing ever fits." I hiccuped,

"God, I am so fat." I whispered to myself, but unfortunately he heard.

"Princess, you are perfect. In every single way, okay? I love you, just the way you are." He whispered, peppering my face in kisses, "You are not fat. You are you; perfect. I love you so, so much, and I never want you to forget that."

He continued kissing all over my face, until he finally landed on my lips, causing me to giggle quietly.

"Now come on," he said, pulling away, lightly tickling my sides, enticing more giggles, "let's go home and cuddle."