Could You Possibly Write Dodge Mason X Reader? Maybe One Of Them Has A Panic Attack And The Other Has

Could you possibly write dodge mason x reader? Maybe one of them has a panic attack and the other has to try to ground them? Anything with a little fluff at the end would be *chef’s kiss*. Thank you!

Dodge Mason x Reader: I'm right here.

Words: 1307

Warnings: Explicit panic attacks, angst, fluff in the end.

Reader pronouns: Not stated

Summary: Panic has left a big scar on you. You had almost made it to the final, but the individual challenge sent you over the edge. You didn't make it. And weeks later, the individual challenge nightmares still remain assaulting you.

Author's note: Thank you for requesting, lovely anon, especially for Dodge. I'm still trying to figure out how to write his mysterious personality and all this practice is getting me to a good place, I think. Reader and Dodge are in an established relationship. Also, please keep on requesting! I don't have any request more!

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Being underwater brought a weird feeling to everyone. But for you? For you it brought fear.

You had always been scared of being underwater. Swimming was fine as long as you didn't have to dive, maybe jumping from the rocks was the furthest you would ever do. You had no idea why did it scare you so much, but it did. You didn't want to risk drowning. That's why your eyes widened when you saw the enormous tank, full of water, in your individual challenge.

"What the hell, Diggins?" You almost cried out, looking over at the boy.

He shrugged. There was pity on his face, he knew you were scared of that. Everyone knew, you guessed.

"Two minutes under water, Y/N," said Diggins, showing you the chronometer on his phone "I'll hold you down so you don't go up. Unless you touch my wrist, then I'll stop holding you. C'mon. Teo minutes is the longest an average, normal human being can hold"

"Fuck you"

You stared at the tank. It was threatening. It was scary. You were sure you shouldn't do it. It was dangerous. If Dodge would have been there he would have asked you not to do it. But then again, that was Panic, and it's only rule was do not panic. You only had to breath. Or well, they not to breath in order to not breath water and die.

"Clock's running," reminded you Diggins, crossing his arms.

"Fine, I'll do it!" You got rid of your hoodie, leaving your shoes and your phone with it and walked to the tank.

Diggins helped you to get into it until the water was reaching your neck. God, it was deep.

You looked at him, with fear on your eyes, unable to hold it back. You didn't need the money, anyways. I mean, you did, but... at which prize? Was it really worth it?

"We're running out of time," Diggins insisted, putting his hands on your shoulders. You shivered. Water was cold "Now or never"

You didn't think it twice "Now"

After you had taken a big breath full of air, you submerged yourself into the water, feeling the pressure Diggins was doing on your shoulder to keep you from accidentally going up. For any other of the contestants, that individual challenge could have being a gift. It certainly could have been one to Dodge. But for you, it was a nightmare.

Your heart pounded against your chest, so hard you thought it would explode. You didn't dare to open your eyes, too scared the sight will scare you off and make you lose control. But you weren't really in control, and you noticed that when you started losing the air you had gathered in your lungs.

Inevitably, your heart pounded harder. It felt like an eternity down there but you were sure you hadn't even reached one minute holding your breath. Your heart felt like it was going to explode in any minute, and you felt like dying. You couldn't do it. You couldn't. You couldn't.

You lost the air. Your chest was too operated by the water and you tried to breathe, making the biggest mistake for you were under water. You hold onto Diggins' wrists like your life depended on it, and he pulled you out. But still, you couldn't breathe.

You sat up violently on the bed, your lungs not having the air they needed. Cold sweat ran down your spine as you tried to control your breath and keep the panic attack outside of you, but you failed miserably. The pressure that kept your chest from getting all the air your lungs cried out for only got bigger as you crawled out of the bed, so you wouldn't wake up Dodge, peacefully sleeping right next to you.

Panic had finished weeks ago but the nightmares were only beginning. The water tank incident haunted you every night on your sleep, but never as real as now. If you tried hard enough, you could even feel the water that surrounded you back at the tank, but you were too busy trying to not make noise while trying to slow down your breath.

However, Dodge had never been a heavy sleeper but rather a light one, and from the very moment you got out of the bed he had woken up. It took some time for him to open his eyes and tried to figure out what was happening, but when he saw you shaking on the darkness, standing, your chest heavily raising and going down, he made his best to reach out to you.

"Hey, hey," he said, his voice lower and more hoarse than usually. Dodge's hands went to grab yours, squeezing them a bit "You're safe, Y/N. I'm here, it's all over"

You didn't know in which moment you had started crying out of desperation but tears were rolling down your cheeks as you tried to look up at him "I can't-" your voice broke in a hard, dry noise when your lungs prohibited you to talk. A rather hoarse noise escape your mouth when you couldn't find the air to keep breathing.

"Let's focus on that breathing, okay? C'mon, try to match mine," Dodge put your hand to his chest, were his heart was supposed to beat. You felt the fabric of the t-shirt, his muscles underneath it, and, mostly, his heart beat "You're good"

You shook your head violently, you chest raising too much. You tried to contain the little air you had been able to take in, and then let it go a bit before he did, but still your heart race stopped being so high as you stared at his eyes in complete pain and confusion.

Dodge encouraged you to take another breath in, without letting go from neither of your hands, and so you did. The pressure against your chest started to slowly disappear, but your chest remained wildly raising in case it would come back.

"You're safe, babe," he assured, caressing your cheek lightly and making distracting circles on your hand with his thumb "Are you feeling better?"

Again, you shook your head, this time more calmly. Dodge kept rubbing circles on the back of your hand, to ground you, and slowly you came back to reality and stopped feeling like you were close to death. You inevitably sobbed when you realized how horrible that moment had been, and Dodge pulled you into a tight hug.

"The same nightmare?" Asked Dodge, and sighed when you nodded against his shoulder with your head "You're safe now"

You nodded "I know. I know. I'm sorry, it's just-"

"It's okay. You'll be okay"

"Thank you" when he tried to let go, you kept him close. He had no problem with keep on hugging you "Don't leave- Stay for a bit. Please?"

"I won't leave anywhere," he assured, resting his hand on your hair "I'm right here. Wanna sit?"

He didn't let go of your hand when you nodded, and once you were sitting on the edge of the bed he hugged you again and pulled you practically onto his lap, for you to have him again close. Dodge was gentle, taking the tears out of your cheeks, meanwhile making circles with his hands on your back. You kept your breath steady as he kept on giving you those light cuddles, and you were able to smile when he started kissing your hand, slowly.

"Next time, if there is a next time, wake me up," he murmured, his lips brushing your hand's skin.

"Sorry"

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm sorry Panic has done this to you"

You shrugged "It's fine. I'm fine now. It's not real anymore" then, you rested your hand on his chest "This… this is real. I hope"

Dodge chuckled lightly, a tickle running there were his lips brushed again against your skin "It's real"