Jake Gyllenhaal One Shots

When You Have A Panic Attack

"I know you are nervous, but it'll be ok. I am not going to leave your side. I promise I won't push you farther than you feel comfortable" Jake smiled at you reassuringly. You glanced at him but trained your eyes back on the road. You were so nervous about this dress fitting for the next premiere. It wasn't just about the dress, though. This was a decision that would affect you later, maybe in a big way. If you weren't comfortable in the dress, the panic would be worse, and it would be harder to enjoy a fancy event. But you also didn't want to look like a blob. You wanted to be worthy of Jake, he is so handsome.

You didn't trust yourself not to say something wrong. Plus, you really didn't think getting car sick right now would help.

Jake leaned forward to look at your face. Suddenly it hit you, you had to get to a bathroom now or somewhere private before the panic set in.

"Jake, I have to go to the bathroom. Bad." You turned towards him briefly enough for him to get the message. He tapped his driver's shoulder.

"Where can we stop for the bathroom? It's an emergency stop."

"Does that gas station work?"

"Yeah, let's do that," Jake looked at you for confirmation and you nodded. You suddenly got very hot. This was the worst. Panic attacks have no place in this serious of a relationship and you were more than over it.

Just as you were about to get to the gas station, the stop light before you turns red. NO! You are fanning yourself and panicking. You couldn't do anything. You were at the mercy of fate. Jake was trying to talk to you, but you weren't listening. There was only so much focus you could muster, and it was all preoccupied with breathing at this point.

After an eternity, the light turns green and a quick turn lands you close to a toilet. You run inside, making a beeline for the bathroom. You make it inside to the toilet, which is a relief since there was no guarantee moments ago. You stop and ask yourself why Jake is still with you. After all the bathroom emergencies and the childish reactions- No, we are not going to think like that. We are just going to be thankful for the situation as it is now. There was a knock on the door and Jake spoke.

"Hey, you ok? I'm gonna wait in here for you if you need anything." You were too relieved to feel as thankful as you thought you should. You finished up and left. As you walked out you saw Jake talking with the cashier. Just as you were about to walk up, the cashier asked Jake for a picture. You willingly took their picture and followed Jake outside after they finished chatting. The city made you feel trapped, but Jake made you feel free. A weird paradox that you had to reconcile.

You stopped when you got outside and watched Jake in front of you. There was that feeling. You knew in your stomach that the panic attack wasn't done. Shit. You couldn't breathe. You bent over and looked at your feet. You felt trapped. There was no reason, but it consumed you. Suddenly Jake was next to you with his hand on your back. You both had done this together before and he knew what to do.

Jake picked you up bridal style and carried you around the side of the gas station to be a little more private. You sat on the curb with him while his driver (you always forget his name and feel awful about it) pulled the car in front of you guys for added privacy.

"Sweet heart, deep breaths. Can you look at me?" Jake's face was calm and understanding. You looked up at him from your lap, taking a deep breath.

"Tell me five things you see."

"Uhhhh," you paused to focus and started slowly, "A red Toyota, your eyes, two black tires on the limo, my shoes, your hands" Your breath started to stabilize.

"Tell me four things you hear." His eyes focused only on you.

You closed your eyes to listen. "Cars passing on the road, uhhmm." A car honked at the intersection. "a car horn, the fabric on my back that you are rubbing, the bell on the door."

You opened your eyes to see Jake smiling softly and nodding.

"Three things you feel."

"The curb beneath my body, your hand on my back, my hands on my knees." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. It was dying down. You had control back.

"Two things you smell."

"Gasoline and your cologne" You were back. You could think better. That was less than fun. You are so over having panic attacks. They are so taxing.

"Where we at now? How are you doing?" Jake searched your face. He really cared and you could see it. You took a deep breath before answering.

"I'm better, not 100% but I'm not panicking anymore. Thank you" You smiled softly but were suddenly too tired to explain further.

"I wish you would stop that" Jake took you by surprise. You looked up at him suddenly, shocked. Stop having panic attacks? That wasn't a choice you could make. It was a slow process. You ached inside when he said that.

"No! nonononono, that's not what I meant," Jake backpedaled, "I meant thanking me! Hey, not the anxiety thing. I promise. I would never" Jake hugged you close to his chest as you let out tears of relief, all of the pressure of holding back the panic attack rushing out. You had been so afraid that was the end.

"You don't need to thank me. I want to help, and I know how to help you. I don't ever want you to think you are a burden or a hassle for me to help. You are everything to me. I wish I could just take it all away." You pressed your head against his chest and felt his words. His calm heart beat calming your speeding heart. Your tears subsided. You took a deep breath and moved away.

"Can we get in the car?" You finally realized how exposed you were to the public. You weren't ashamed but you also didn't want pictures of your panic attacks. Jake nodded and helped you up. You brushed off the pebbles and cement dust from your pants before getting into the car. You went into the car before Jake and huffed as you climbed in. You arranged your butt closer to the side so Jake had room.

Jake settled next to you as the car started. He put his arm around you after you both had your seatbelts on, and you nestled into him.

"Where are we going, Hon?" Jake asked kindly. "Are we still going to the dress fitting?"

"I still want to try" You were determined. This was going to be ok. Jake smiled at you and squeezed your hand reassuringly. You were going to be stunning, you had decided.