Scömíche one shots

Plane *

TW// anxiety attack 

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There was only one thing keep Mitch sane while driving to the airport, and that was Scott. And the radio music playing softly. Okay, maybe there was two things, but his heart was beating out of his chest and his mind was racing.

He hated plane rides, everything gave him an eerie feeling. The idea of being so high up in the air and if anything bad were to happen to him or Scott-

"Mitchy, you're staring off into space again. That's not good on trips like these," Scott brought him out of his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Scott. I'm just really nervous this time, my anxiety has been bad all week, why did we have to fly to Seattle? Couldn't we have driven from Cali to Washington in a day or two?" He sighed in exasperation.

The blond reached over and grabbed his hand, both a comfort and grounding method he liked to use often. His thumb traced small circles onto the smaller hand intertwined with his, the gentleness was something Mitch loved. It was a different side of Scott that he only showed to a few people, or so he claimed. In reality he's just a giant teddy bear.

"You'll be okay babe, remember how good you did on the last flight? I bet you'll do even better today, besides it'll be another hour or two before we actually have to go in the air. Maybe some fans will see us, that always makes you feel better," Scott suggested.

Even though he wanted to argue, Mitch did really love meeting people. They were all so sweet and seeing them happy made him happy. He gave up and sighed, "You're right there, I guess maybe it won't be so bad."

There was a few seconds of silence before Mitch asked quietly, "Scotty?"

"Yes queen?"

"Will you sing for me?"

Scott grinned, "Absolutely."

The rest of the car ride was filled with singing and Mitch trying to calm himself down. He wasn't sure how he was going to survive this ride. If it wasn't for his noodle of a boyfriend he would have broken down seven times consecutively already.

Once they finally got to the airport, went through security, and found a spot to sit at by their gate, the brunette was starting to calm down a little. He was focusing on his breathing and counting up and down to four. His hand was also attached to Scott's, the physical contact helping him stay connected to reality.

"How you feeling?" The blond asked, concerned.

"I'm okay right now, better than I thought I was going to be," Mitch confessed with a hint of a smile.

"That's great, Mitchy. I'll be with you the whole flight and it's only going to be a few hours, you could even sleep through it if you wanted to."

"What will you do then?"

"Babe, your mental health is more important than me being bored on a plane."

"Okay."

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When the time came to board the plane, Mitch's heartbeat spiked and he felt the familiar panic rise in his chest. He talked himself through it as they walked swiftly through the hallways and onto the plane. Well, everyone was walking swiftly, he felt like he wasn't going anywhere as he moved his legs. His brain was ironically on auto pilot.

They boarded the plane and found their seats, the panic beginning to steadily increase. His leg bounced up and down frantically, he tried to look around at the different things to keep his mind distracted, it wasn't very effective. What was with him today? Why did he have to go through this on such an important flight? Why now?

His emotions escalated into an attack, he wasn't capable of anything. Every limb was tense and numb, all the voices of other passengers were muffled, his vision was blurry and faded, nothing was normal. Nothing was going through his mind except panic. If people were trying to talk to him, he couldn't hear them. If someone was touching him, he couldn't feel it.

It was only a matter of time before everything went black.

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Mitch woke up in a cold sweat and a gasp as if he was trying to breathe nonexistent air. He looked around, his surroundings were oddly familiar. He looked down and saw bed sheets, his bed sheets. He looked next to him and sighed upon seeing his beautiful blond husband sleeping next to him.

It was a nightmare, a horribly realistic nightmare.

His shaking hands gently nudged Scott and he whispered, "Scotty, wake up."

"Mhm?" He hummed in response.

"I had a nightmare-"

Scott cut him off immediately, "Baby, how long did you wake up ago? Are you okay? What happened in it?" He knew how bad Mitch's dreams could get sometimes. If they went on for too long they became absolutely horrifying, enough to scare him into not sleeping for days.

"Only a few minutes ago," he started. "It was the plane one again, where we had a flight and I had an attack on the plane."

"I'm so sorry, queen," Scott opened his arms and the brunette leaned into them.

He held the boy tightly, letting him cry softly on his shoulder while he inaudibly whispered, "It felt so real," many times over again. Scott hated to wake up like this, not because he hated being woken up, but because he hated to see Mitch so upset. And besides hold him and let him cry, there wasn't much he could do to help.

First five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. It felt like hours later before the brunette spoke up.

"Scotty?"

"Yes Mitchy?"

"We don't have to go anywhere for a while, right?"

The blond nodded, "We're not even on tour right now."

Mitch sighed in relief, relaxing in Scott's arms. He was forever thankful that he had a husband like the one he had, he wasn't sure how he ended up so lucky.

"Thank you for staying up with me, I know you get really tired of it-"

"Mitchy, I would stay up with you for three days if you needed me to. I hardly sleep when you're sick because I'm by your side making sure you're okay. And guess what? I don't get tired of it because I love taking care of you, and I love you. That's what you do for people you love, you help them through the good times and bad, we didn't say our vows for nothing," he kissed the top of the brunette's head.

"I love you, so fucking much."