Slipknot x reader (one-shots)

07#There, There.

Jim Root X Reader.

Summary : Jim is having a tough time dealing with the pressure , (Y/n) visits at the right time.

Hurt/comfort. Angst.

(A/n) I usually hate writing about anxiety and depression because it's fucking everywhere and i don't want more of it. But this one just feels it's still in the angst ratio, and there is a good ending! Might not be accurate with the panic attack, forgive me...

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"Jim?" (Y/n) knocks gently on the door.
"Jim are you in there?" they knock a little harder, hoping to get the guitarist's attention on the other side.

(Y/n) turns their head to the side and presses their ear against the door, listening in for any movement that's inside the room. They do hear something, very faintly.
It sounds like a person struggling to breathe.

(Y/n)'s worry increases, eating at them and they can't wait for an answer from him any more.
"okay, i' m coming in now." (Y/n) announces. Putting their hand on the door handle and opening the door and goes inside.
The room is dark and the air feels musky and heavy.
Once (Y/n)'s eyes are used to the darkness, they can spot someone wrapped up in the blankets on the bed, hyperventilating.
" Jim? Jim, it's me (Y/n)." they say softly and slowly approach the side of the bed, running a hand over the sheets that's covering him, sort of stroking his side.
Jim's breath hitches. He curls into himself and deeper into the sheets and mattress to escape. But he knows he needs help.

"c'mon, let me see you." (Y/n) cooes, grabbing the top of the sheets and gently pulling them down to reveal the guitarist.
Dyed, messy hair comes into view first.
Next is a reddened face that reveals itself as (Y/n) pulls the sheets down further. He looks so pale, so tired.
"hey." (Y/n) greets softly, running their fingers over his cheek. They can feel that he has been crying, his cheek damp with tears, both old and fresh. He squeezes his eyes shut, a fresh tear rolling down his cheek and down his chin.
Jim gasps as he tries to control his breathing.

(Y/n) stands up and goes behind the curtain to open the window and let some fresh ear in, and the return back to the guitarist.
"come, please sit up." (Y/n) requests, grabbing his arm and gently pulling to get him to sit up. Using their other arm to pull off the sheet off of him completely
Jim does as he was asked, slowly moving to sit up at the side of his bed.

(Y/n) softly grabs both the sides of his head to get Jim to look straight at them. His eyes are still shut.
"look at me Jim." (Y/n) says, rubbing their thumb over his cheekbone.
He slow opens his eyes, immediately locking with (Y/n)'s
"focus on me Jim. Calm down, nothing bad will happen. Follow my breathing." (Y/n) proceeds to perform breathing practices. Slowly breathing in and out, hoping that Jim will follow.
He stares directly into their eyes, hazel meets (e/c).
He follows and mimics (Y/n)'s breathing as best as he can, occasionally gasping.

Eventually he calms down a little, his breathing normalizes once again.

(Y/n) strokes his cheek again. He leans into their hands and closes his eyes, finally relaxing enjoying the comfort that (Y/n) provides. He takes a deep breath, "Thank you." He wraps his arms around (Y/n) to hug them back, (Y/n) happily hugs him in return, rubbing a hand over his back to comfort him some more.  
(Y/n) let's go for a moment to sit down next to the guitarist, get more comfortable while embracing him. 
They run a hand through his matted hair, smoothing it out a little bit. Their hand sliding down, patting his back a couple of times.

Jim squeezes them back, as if he were to let go they would disappear.

"Jim." They say into his shoulder, the guitarist hums in response. 
"How about you join me on a walk? A walk always clears my mind." (Y/n) suggests, loosening their grip to look at him.
"Does that sound good? out for some fresh air, it's pretty musky in here." They comment. Making Jim snort a little laugh. 
He nods slowly in agreement, (Y/n) pats his arms and stands up. " Get dressed, i'll be waiting out side your room." They smile kindly, then leave the room to give Jim some privacy to get dressed.