𝐋͢𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎, mcyt imagines

✧ comfort

SUMMARY: EVEN WHEN YOU'RE FEELING YOUR WORST, NICK IS ALWAYS THERE TO MAKE YOU FEEL SAFE AND SOUND.

While you generally tried to hide yourself away when it came to your suddenly, yet random, bursts of anxiety attacks- you had already been having an exceptionally shitty day and in addition to that, the anxiety was less than appreciated. The whole incident happened in the middle of you streaming Minecraft with Nick and a few others, starting with the all too familiar feeling in your chest, panic soon started to settle in your body, making your hands shake violently. You tried to play it off cool, hoping the feeling of dread would be over as soon as it came, but with how vigorously your trembly hands had been shift-clicking, you knew that you'd just have to try and wait it out until the storm eventually subsided.

Nick noticed your change in behavior almost immediately, noticing the signs of your anxiety attacks he'd seen in you before. He tried his best to calm you down, but seeing as the three other boys in the call had become increasingly more loud as the seconds slowly ticked by, you could barely hear him over the mix of voices echoing in your ears. He raised his voice and in a stern voice he demanded, "Can you guys fucking shut up! You're freaking Y/n out." You turned your monitor off, sliding your headphones from over your ears, and sulking down in your chair. Nick spoke into his mic, hearing the indication that someone had left the call. "Y/n? You need me to come in there?"

He switched tabs on his monitors, seeing that your stream head went down, quickly ending his as well and making his way to your room. You heard his footsteps thud down the hallway towards your room, making you snap out of your thoughts. He opened your door and slid through the tiny crack he'd created, coming across the room and kneeling down in front of your chair. You slid down the base of your chair, holding the palms of your hands firmly against your ears, and hyperventilating through your choppy breaths. He pried your hands off your ears, relieving the tension from your head, and said: "Hey hey hey, it's okay babe, I'm here, I'm here."

He pulled you down from the chair and into his lap, kicking the chair away from the two of you. He held you close to him, slowly rubbing your back and rocking you back and forth. You tried gasping for air but it felt like you were suffocating. "I-I can't fucking breathe, oh my god!" He helped you take off your heavy sweatshirt, hoping it'd make you feel somewhat better. "Here here, you're gonna be alright, just breathe with me okay?" You did as he requested, taking slow deep breaths, and trying your best to breathe in unison with him. When he'd finally gotten you calmed down, you both remained sat under your desk, as he continued to rock you back and forth in his arms.

You still were pretty shaken up by the whole ordeal, but him being there had helped you calm down, and after about an hour or two, you felt like yourself again. He held you until you eventually fell asleep, making sure not to make any sudden movements that might wake you up, while standing up and carrying you back to your bed, where he spent the remainder of the night with you. Even if he couldn't sleep himself, he knew that you were safe and that meant the world to him.