Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #17 (Ewan McGregor)

I paced around nervously while Ewan watched me the whole time. My anxiety was swelling up in my chest, but I was trying to fight back against it. 

So far, though, it hadn't been working.

He eventually spoke up and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

I shook my head rapidly. "No, no, it's fine."

Ewan raised his eyebrow, unconvinced, but he said nothing. 

I continued to pace back and forth. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest at any moment, and my hands were shaking violently. 

Anxiety attacks were always the worst, especially because you felt so out of control and vulnerable to it. There were not a lot of things that could calm you down, but every once in a while, you found something that would at least take the edge off.

I then forced myself to think clearly, and the answer came almost immediately. Ewan was the only person who could help me, so I glanced at him and asked shakily, "Can I sit with you?"

"Of course, darling," he said, gesturing me over.

I plopped down beside him and snuggled into his side while his strong arms came around my torso. His lips brushed soft kisses along the side of my head, and he whispered sweet things to me. "It's okay," Ewan murmured. "I've got you."

I gripped onto his gray T-shirt and buried my face in the crook of his neck, focusing on him instead of my crushing emotions. His large hands rubbed up and down my back soothingly, making me feel somewhat secure.

Eventually, I was able to ride out my attack, and I let out a deep sigh as my whole body relaxed on Ewan's. 

"There you go," he said with encouragement. "That's my girl."

I was exhausted from the effort to gain control, and I fell asleep a minute later on Ewan.