Bottom Taylor oneshots!!💕

Panic attack🖤💕

[Not a request]
Tw
Panic attack

You're at work.

Taylor's home all alone.
She doesn't like being alone and has separation anxiety, so she really doesn't do well when you're not home, but she copes. You left her many snacks and got her a plushie before you left to keep her company. It didn't do much, though. She tried being patient, but she kept glancing at the clock, her phone not succeeding in distracting her from your absence.

It's 2:27 pm now, the time you usually come home. You decided to get taylor something with you to surprise her, so you took a little longer. You wanted to tell her that you weren't gonna come at the usual time you do, but you didn't have any wifi, and there was no signal for some reason, so you just went and got her some heart shaped chocolates. You arrived 20 minutes later since her favorite chocolate shop was kinda far away.

"I'm home, baby!"

You unlock the door, expecting a worried Taylor to come running to you, begging for hugs - but no one came. You got a bit confused and thought that maybe she was peeing or showering or something, so you shut the door and looked around the house. There was no sign of Taylor anywhere. You start to get concerned, looking around more frantically. You've looked in every room and still didn't find her, so you got more and more worried. Then, you heard a recognizable sob from the upstairs bathroom. You immediately ran up and opened the door, spotting a shaking and crying Taylor. Poor baby. You immediately knelt down beside her, rubbing her back. "Baby, what's happening? Are you okay? Is anything hurting?" You inspect her for any bruises, but you find nothing. You do notice that she's breathing very fast, though. Then, it finally clicks.

Panic attack.

You carry her to the bed, rubbing her back and chest a little. "Just breathe, baby. Breathe in, breathe out. Follow my rhythm." She's still breathing erratically, and you're starting to wonder if she can even hear or understand your words. You repeat, "Breathe in, baby." But it's no use. She's literally wheezing now. You rub her back a bit more, trying to help her breathe, but she coughs violently. You frown and hold her hands, trying to ground her. "Baby, listen to me." You say firmly but gently. When she looks up at you, you know that she's processing what you're saying. She's still wheezing, though. Her face is almost white. "Breathe in." When you finally notice her chest inflate more slowly, you sigh in relief. "You're doing great, baby. That's it." You create a breathing rhythm, and soon, she's breathing normally again but still a little quicker than the average. She's sniffling and hiccuping, but she's okay now.

"There's my baby. Hello there, sweetheart." You smile, rubbing her cheek. She just nods in response, clearly too exhausted to form words. You hold her close and rub her back, trying to soothe her in the aftermath of her panic attack. You offer some water, and she chugs it down quickly, spilling half the bottle on her clothes and chin. "Take it easy, baby. There there." You gently caress her hands, trying to comfort her a little.

She's calmer now, thank God. You kiss her forehead, and she's not shaking as much. "Do you need a nap?" You ask, rubbing her cheek. She nods and burrows under the covers immediately. You kiss her forehead and get up, shutting the door softly behind you after leaving the room. She needs some time alone and some peace to rest. In the meantime, you prepare lunch and take care of the house as usual. You hope she's feeling better, and you make a mental note not to leave her alone for too long ever again.

An: I added spaces between the paragphs to make it easier to read!
<3