PJ Oneshots

Panic Attack

Warning, I don't know if a panic attack can be triggering so I'm going to warn just in case that that is what this enter part is about so if they are triggering to you skip this part.

POV Nico

I felt like I couldn't breathe, like my heart was going to explode, or implode, or like it was being crushed by a million pound wait. I couldn't scream, or whisper, my vocal cords worked, my brain was just incapable of using them.

All while my heart and chest were being constricted it felt as if the rest of my body was doing the same. As I curled up into a ball the only thing I wanted to do was stretch out every muscle and limb in my body until they couldn't be stretched any more. But at the same time I wanted to curl my hands into fists in a way that would leave my pams with crescent indents.

I wan;t to let go but hold on tight, run away but not leave the comfortable place I had right here on the ground, scream and shout with every fiber of my being if only I was physically capable of doing that.

I stayed like that for way too long, in my uncountable state of limbo wanting everything and nothing to change. That was until he found me.

Will had a knack for knowing when something was wrong, specifically when something was wrong with me. So that was the reason I suspected he had found me at the exact right moment. It was either that or that he just wanted to visit his boyfriend. Either way I was in no place to complain when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Nico," He said, testing the waters with his warm soft voice. Tears started to fall more rapidly down my face and he enveloped me in a hug that I immediately melted into.

"Shh, shh," he soothed as he rubbed my back with one of his hands. Calming me down was one thing my boyfriend did well no matter his equally effective ability to make me want to scream and shout in protest of his overprotective behavior. Even though I did not only receive that behavior but return it to him tenfold.

Sorry that it's so short today.

I don't know exactly how to say this and while saying this I don't want to sound ungrateful but I kind of don't know what to do anymore. I do know that some people do read this and I don't really want to discontinue this for them but all I get is reads, I don't get too many comets or votes(not to say that I'm ungrateful for the ones I do get, they always make my day). I also want to continue this for myself but I would kind of prefer more reader input. I do want to write some stuff specifically designed for you guys because I want you to enjoy this more. I want to almost be able to ask an opinion about my writing and actually receive a response.

I don't want this to sound ungrateful at all because in reality I would be grateful if I got a single view but still I would prefer to be able to tell that people are reading and enjoying this form more than just a number. I will accept constructive criticism with open arms.

Hopefully no one took this the wrong way and that everyone was able to understand my chaotic writing.

Thank you to everyone who is reading this right now and for doing whatever you are doing.

Here is a special thank you for making it all the way through my mini rant.

what this bad handwriting (Which is my own)says is...

Or Grover: but he is dead!?

Magnus: Same