MCYT Oneshots

Georgenotfound - Hold me

Y/N - Your Name

(TW! Reader has a panic attack. This may be innacurate, I'm sorry.)

READER PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

Shit, shit, shit.

Your brain reels, panic clouding your every thought. The corners of your vision go blurry.

Not a panic attack. Not now.

You stumble out to the hall, looking for comfort.

You can hear George streaming in the bedroom.

You need to get to him, but you're unsure whether or not he has his facecam on. You don't want anyone to see you like this.

You knock on the door gently, and you can hear George mumble 'I'm gonna mute for a second.'

"Yeah?" George calls out.

You open the door slowly, and peek your head in.

Your red, puffy eyes and messy hair let George immediately know what's going on.

He rushes forward, opening the door fully and pulling you into his arms. It's what you need at the time.

You snuggle your head into the soft fabric of his hoodie, breathing in his scent as calmly as you can.

"You're alright. You're in our apartment, it's a Friday. You're ok." George says, trying to ground you.

You manage to control your breathing a fraction, and push your nose further into his hoodie.

"Sorry for interrupting." You mumble, and George reassures that you didn't.

"Carry on streaming, it's fine." You tell him, pulling your head back and wiping your eyes. George purses his lips.

"Sit with me?" He offers, you sniff, thinking.

"But-" you start.

"My facecam's off." He interrupts, with a small smile. You return the smile in a weaker, shakier form. George pulls you back into his embrace and awkwardly shuffles you back to his seat.

He lets go of you momentarily, then sits down, then he pulls you on to his lap.

You sigh, able to focus on breathing again. Meanwhile George unmutes himself.

"I'm back." He says, and there's a quiet voice coming from his headphones.

"Where did you go?"

"Oh, just... somewhere." George replies and the voice falls quiet before moving on in a cheery manner.

An hour later...

The voices through the headphones with the added vibrations coming from your boyfriends chest as he talks is enough to calm you down. You're even able to start to fall asleep.

You shake off the drowsiness, wanting to stay in the moment of calmness.

You hear George put himself on mute, and then he looks down at your half-asleep form.

"Tired?" George asks, and you nod.

"You could go to bed?" He offers afterwards and you think about it, then nod your head.

You untangle yourself from George and stand next to him. You look to the soft white bed and your eyes droop in preparation.

You tiptoe over as George unmutes himself.

You lift the covers, and get in.

The thick blankets and the comfortable mattress aid the overtaking of sleep.

George, keeping as quiet as he can, keeps talking which helps make you feel calmer and in the end, the pull of slumber finally claims you.

A while later...

You're gently awoken by a dip in the bed. You open one of your eyes a crack, and can just barely make out George climbing into bed next to you. He gets comfortable, then wraps his arms around your waist. He presses his face into your shoulder like you did to him before.

"I love you." He whispers, and you nearly cry.

George has a hard time putting his affection into words, and hearing him say something like that out loud was absolute bliss to you.

You want to say 'I love you' back, but alerting him that you're awake might make it awkward for him. So you compromise.

Acting like you're still asleep, you roll to face him. You lazily and slowly lean your head forward so it's resting on the top of his head.

You can feel George smile into your shoulder.

God, you love that man.