#panick attack

Pairing: Platonic!F1 Grid x Female Driver!Reader

WC: 1021

Summary:Y/N L/N is one of the youngest drivers on the Formula 1 grid—and one of the fiercest competitors. But high G-forces and pushing herself to the limit come with a cost: her asthma. After a grueling race and a podium finish, the grid witnesses a side of her they weren’t ready for—and they remind her she’s not alone.

CW: Asthma attack, mild medical scenario, fluff overload, found family vibes.

Pre-Race: Paddock Chaos

The Singapore sun felt like it was trying to smother the entire paddock. The air was heavy with humidity, sticky on the skin, and even the camera crews looked like they were melting as they followed drivers to their garages.

Y/N L/N adjusted the top of her fireproof suit as she leaned against the Mercedes hospitality building, sipping from her water bottle. Her lungs felt tight in that way they sometimes did before races—not bad, just… aware.

Focus. Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.

She always did her asthma check in the mornings before any high-G track. She kept her inhaler in a discreet side pocket of her race bag, and her engineer knew to check in on her over the radio. After years of managing it, she refused to let asthma be what anyone remembered her for.

“Y/N!”

She looked up to see Oscar jogging toward her, wearing the faintest of grins and holding two cold water bottles. He tossed one her way.

“You’re going to need it. Feels like a sauna out here.”

He shows you his wolf form…

CW: panic attacks, imprinting, very minor angst

Part 2 of Jacob’s a What?

You were boiling over with nerves and curiosity the whole drive back to Jacob’s place. Part of you thought it was all an elaborate prank as a final “fuck you” after the ghosting. Another was scared for what it meant if it was all real. You didn’t know how to feel about having a “mate”. It all sounded kinda wash-y. But Sam’s involvement is what made you take it more seriously.

Before Jacob cut you off and got “mono” he hated Sam. He thought he was in a cult. So seeing Jacob so comfortable around the man now was definitely weird. Before your mind spiraled into conspiracy, Jacob pulled into his driveway. The two of you hopped out of the car and you stood awkwardly to the side.

“So you’re just gonna poof into a wolf?” You asked, tucking your hands into your jacket pockets.

“Uh, no. It’s like in the movies but a lot less painful looking.” He explained. “And I kinda have to strip so… just gimme a sec.”

You blushed red as he jogged behind his make-shift garage. A loud ripping sound rang out and then a very big wolf with almost auburn, brown fur rounded the corner. You froze like a deer in headlights, unable to move or blink or scream.

What if he’s still back there? What if this is a real wolf? Would Jacob do that to you? Would he put you in danger like that?

Your head swirled with anxiety and fear as you watched the wolf approach you. Your chest tightened and your hands trembled in your pockets. As if the beast could sense your fear it froze and tilted its head. It scurried back behind the shed and another loud rip hurt your ears before Jacob was sprinting over in just his jeans. You were still frozen, but your chest loosened up a bit.

“Hey, hey.” He said your name shakily, like he was the one freaking out. He pulled you into his chest and kissed your head.

“Deep breaths, okay. In and out. Do it with me, please. In-“ he sucked in a loud breath. “And out.” He exhaled dramatically.

He went on for another minute until your body caught on and matched his breathing. You pulled away and shoved him back.

“What the hell? Was that real?” You almost yelled.

“W- of course it was real! How the hell would I have faked that?” He snapped back sharply.

“You could’ve just played a sound and then let out some beast you caught in the woods or something. Then swapped back.” You reasoned.

He laughed in disbelief. “Your imagination is insane.” He backed up a few feet and tugged his jeans down. You blushed red and stared at the ground.

“I have underwear on. Look at me.” He nearly growled. You hesitated before looking back up at him, focusing on his face.

He backed up another few feet before the ripping sound came back. Jacob crouched down then as he was about to spring up in a jump, he turned into a the wolf from before. His boxers tattered to the grass in shreds. He came up to you and sat a foot away, tilting his head again. You were shocked.

“No fucking way.” You whispered. Jacob stood up and took a step towards you. You backed up a step before tripping on a branch and falling on your ass. The wolf barked in what sort of sounded like laughter.

“Oh ha, ha. I see you still have your sense of humor. Asshole.” You grumbled as you pulled yourself up and dusted off your butt.

The wolf picked up the jeans in his maw before trotting back behind the shed. A rip, and Jacob was jogging back over in his jeans again, his shirt and jacket in his arms.

“You believe me now?” He huffed.

“…yeah.” You mumbled.

“Good. Now let’s get you inside. You’re shivering.” He said and pulled you into his side, guiding you back towards the house.

He sat you on the couch before heading to his bedroom. He came back a minute later in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He plopped down beside you and leaned his arm behind your head.

“So? What’s it like knowing your friend’s a shapeshifter?” He teased with a stupid smirk.

“Not great considering he ghosted me and got ‘mono’ and I only found out because I’m his imprint or whatever.” You bit back.

He grimaced and pulled his arm back to his side. “Sorry. We’re not supposed to tell people about it. And I was going to, that’s the whole reason I invited you over. The imprint thing was unexpected on both ends.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bet you told Bella.” You mumbled under your breath. You were a bit jealous of Bella as of late. Before the ghosting he’d been hanging out with her a lot more than with you. You’d already been missing him before he cut contact completely.

Jacob’s face pinched. “I didn’t. She figured it out.”

You froze. “So she knows? She knows the secret that you’re not supposed to tell anyone?” Your voice was quiet and tight.

“I can’t exactly control what she does or doesn’t do. And she knew some shit already.” He retorted.

“Knew what? Or is that still a secret?” You pressed.

Jacob huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t owe you an explanation. It’s not like we were that close before anyway.”

Your brows furrowed. “Are you fucking kiddding me?”

Jacob took a sharp breath in and exhaled slowly. “Look, there’s shapeshifters - werewolves or whatever - and there’s vampires. The Cullens, the doctor and his family that used to live here, they’re vampires.”

You opened your mouth to deny it but froze. If there were werewolves, surely there were vampires.

“Bella knew they were vampires and I was the one who told her. I thought it was bullshit, then I turned into a wolf.” He chuckled. “But when I explained the vampire stuff I told her about how they were enemies of the wolves. She remembered when I pulled away and put the pieces together cause her dad’s been on the hunt for wolves recently.”

You nodded, feeling like an idiot. “Sorry. For getting jealous.”

“It’s fine.” Jacob mumbled and looked down at his arms.

A thick silence fell over the room.

After a minute you cleared your throat. “So… what now?”

“Uh. I guess we figure out this imprint shit.” He huffed and rubbed his hands on his thighs.

“Yeah.” You murmured.

“So, basically, it’s like over complicated soulmates except only one sided. Kinda.” Jacob explained. “I’ll want to be by your side 24/7 and have bone-deep love for you. Emily says being the imprint is like feeling a pull, I guess, towards the wolf and things feeling ‘right’ when you’re together.”

You nodded along and rubbed your face to try and hide your face heating. “What about that crush you had on Bella?”

“It’s gone now. I think. I don’t know.” He sighed heavily and pat his thighs. “I don’t want you to feel forced into a relationship or anything either way. I don’t wanna fuck things up between us even more over the wolf shit.”

You nodded and dropped your hands to your lap, unsure of what to do. Jacob looked about the same.

Lucky for the two of you, Billy rolled in with Charlie in tow and a loud slam of the front door behind himself.

“Oh. Hey, kid.” Billy said in surprise, looking at you. His gaze shifted slowly to Jacob. “Son.”

Charlie waved his awkward wave. “Hey.”

You and Jacob nodded back. “Um, we’ll get out of your way. There’s basketball on, right?” Jacob said as he stood, then looked down at you.

“Uh, yeah.” Charlie answered.

You and Jacob scampered to his tiny bedroom, he shut and locked to door behind you both. “Well that’ll be fun to explain to my dad later.” He mumbled sarcastically before flopping onto his bed. You hummed and sat beside him.

Jacob turned towards you. “What’re you thinking about?”

“You,” The word came out faster than you wanted and heat creeped up your neck. “And what being an imprint means for us.”

He nodded. “It’s what I’m thinking about too.” His hand twitched before taking yours and giving it a light squeeze. Your hand tingled at the touch and a wave of calm washed over you.

“That feel good?” He asked and you nodded honestly. “Your shoulders finally dropped. They’ve been by your ears since we left Sam’s.”

You huffed in amusement and looked into his eyes. They glinted in the light, almost sparkling.

“Do you wanna just try and be friends again? Before we start thinking about anything else.” Jacob wondered aloud.

You nodded. “That sounds good.”

“Good.” He smiled and your heart jumped.

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Animal attack for Achilles?

Wolf attack

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Prologue: Adair ⛓️ Masterlist

Thank you so much for this ask!! I really enjoyed working on this one <3

CW: Implied child abuse, wolf attack, blood, panic attack

Achilles chased after Adair as they ran ahead, giggling softly. They wove swiftly between trees, clearly more familiar with these woods than Achilles was. Still, he indulged in their game, smiling himself at the grin on their face. Just for a second, everything weighing his mind down, all his worries and responsibilities and fears fell away and he could just… be. 

  He heard a noise in the distance and slowed, noticing quite how far ahead Adair was. 

  “Hey, ‘dair, slow down a bit,” he called, trying not to inject too much of his usual anxiety into his voice. Adair turned, still moving in the same direction. 

  “Chill out, Akkie. You’re always so—“

  They were interrupted by a sound that made them both stop dead in their tracks. A howl. Achilles froze at the noise, eyes frantically darting about to find the source — when he heard a thud in front of him. Adair had tripped backwards over a tree root and was now flat on their back, staring in fear at something coming out of the shadows. Achilles watched in horror as the wolf emerged, locked onto Adair’s small form, eyes flashing, muscled coiled, lips curling back in a dangerous sneer. Adair didn’t even seem to be breathing, the terror in their eyes visible even from where Achilles was standing a few metres away. Something about that look as Adair’s eyes flicked to meet Achilles’ snapped him out of his stupor. He slowly, slowly made his way forward, mentally rifling through everything he’d been taught about wolves —

  snap

  Achilles’ gaze whipped down to see the branch he’d just stepped on. Adair’s head snapped up. The wolf’s did too, senses locking onto a new target. And it pounced.

  Achilles barely had time to think before his mind registered the claws sinking deep into his shoulder and the weight pinning him to the forest floor. A scream ripped through the air, and it took him a second to realise it was his own. Pain tore through his shoulder and chest, the wolf’s paws pressing down, compressing his ribs further and further…

  Adair was running. They had watched the wolf leap at Achilles and take him down with terrifyingly little effort, and without even thinking about it Adair had stood and ran faster than they’d ever done before. 

  A minute later they arrived at Sarr’s house and pounded on the door, feeling like something was squeezing the air out of their lungs. Chorl answered, his face immediately morphing into one of concern at the hyperventilating pre-teen on his doorstep. 

  “Hey, hey, just breathe kiddo, what’s happened?”

  But Adair was too panicked to suck in enough oxygen to respond. Chorl’s worry deepens and he ushered Adair inside and sat them gently on the sofa. 

  “Breathe for me, kid. Just breathe. That’s all you need to do, just breathe,” Chorl instructed gently. At this point Sarr and Misken had heard the commotion and entered to see Adair’s panic attack. Sarr ran over to his friend, taking their hand in his. A flash of clarity sparked in Adair’s eyes at the touch. 

  Tell me what happened? Sarr signed. Adair breathed in and signed back with a shaking hand, Achilles. Wolf. Help.

  Sarr’s eyes widened and he quickly relayed the message to his parents, who leapt into action at once. Chorl stood and told Misken, “Call emergency services, then their father,” before turning back to Adair. 

  “Show me.”

“Take a breath and let it go”

Tags: @everestnotmountain, Aventurine x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Angst, Comfort, Panic Attack, Overstimulation, Emotional Support, Mental Health Awareness, Anxiety, Vulnerability, Coping Mechanisms, Quiet Strength.

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks and overstimulation, Descriptions of anxiety symptoms, Themes of emotional vulnerability and distress, Light references to survivor's guilt (Aventurine), Heavy emotional content.

A/N: Hi!! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing! 💖 And I’m really sorry to hear you’ve been struggling with panic attacks and overstimulation, but I'm so proud of you for toughing it out and finding what helps. 🫂 Anxiety medicine is a big win, so yippie indeed! 🙌

Sending you lots of strength and positive vibes! You’ve got this! 💖 And thank you for sharing, it means a lot. Wishing you a peaceful rest of your day too!

The warm hum of the room buzzes like static in your ears, the lights far too bright, the voices too loud. You try to breathe, slow and steady, but the air feels thick, suffocating. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic rhythm that drowns out every other sound, until it’s the only thing you can hear. You grip the edge of the table, your fingers trembling as your vision swims in and out of focus.

I almost reached for my phone to ask a friend if he is still awake and might stay on call with me for a bit, but I cried over the idea of him witnessing me with tenderness in his voice and passed out.

I had to leave the window open, otherwise I'd feel like there is no air in the room. I put on three layers of clothes, a beanie and pulled the hood over my head.

Back in the days, I would go to school the next day as if nothing had happened. Now I keep going over my days knwing it might happen again soon. It's scary in the moment, but the second I get some distance to the pain, it's just another Wednesday night that I get to spend listening to Kung Fu Panda 2.

By Aris

Summary:

After Meicoomon's destruction, the DigiDestined believed the worst was over.

They were wrong.

With their wounds still open, a new conflict draws them back to the Digital World: Yggdrasill is creating copies of them from the memories extracted from their kidnapped friends, building an artificial network capable of replacing them.

As they face the threat of corrupted reflections, Yamato and Taichi must resolve the pending issues from their last adventure, heal old wounds, and decide what to do with their feelings when everything blows up in their faces... again.