#54321 method

[traumasurvivorsactivities]

Let's do a grounding exercise together! - 54321 Method

I know a lot of people often think about grounding as something that's reserved for panic attacks or things like that, but grounding can be good for almost any overwhelming emotion. It can be good to just center yourself. Even if you aren't feeling stressed, if you're up to it, take a moment and do this. This is still good to do when you're perfectly calm because this allows you to practice so that it will be easier to remember when you're stressed. (I don't recommend waiting until you're stressed to try a grounding exercise for the first time.)

We're going to look at the 5-4-3-2-1 method. Feel free to do this in your head, write it down somewhere private or share your answers in the replies, tags or reblogs.

Step 1 - Start with breathing if you can. Breathe in to the count of five, hold it for five seconds, and breathe out to the count of five. (If five is too long, feel free to adjust this to four.)

Step 2 - What are 5 things you can see around you? Examples: the clock on the wall, a plant on the windowsil, etc.

Step 3 - What are 4 things around you that you can touch? If you're up to it, also touch them and think about what they feel like (soft, hard, rough, etc). Examples: Maybe it's the blanket on your bed, maybe you're sitting on a chair, etc.

Step 4 - What are 3 things around you that you can hear? Examples: Maybe it's your cat purring, the fridge running, maybe there are birds outside, etc.

Step 5 - What are 2 things around you that you can smell? If you are not in an environment where you can smell something, feel free to move somewhere that you can or even bring a scent to the space (like body spray, body lotion, etc).

Step 6 - What is 1 thing you can taste? I find that people sometimes get frustrated with this one because if you haven't recently brushed your teeth or eaten, taste isn't easily identifiable. As an alternative if you don't currently taste something, what is is something you like to taste?

Step 7 - Take one final deep breath, counting to five as you breathe in, holding for five seconds, and then counting to five as you breathe out.

Step 8 - Take a moment to be proud of yourself. You did it and made it through this! If you can, try and put this aside to try and do once a day so that it may come to you easier in a time you need it.

[t0rture-memoved]

🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles or ☺ words of reassurance for Danny, maybe? If you feel like it

{this takes place well into danny's captivity, like 2+ years into it, just for context as to why marcus is acting the way he is}

[CW kinda gorey descriptions in a dream, i think that's the only big thing but lmk if i should add something!]

Run run run run run run run. Why can't I move? Oh god it's behind me. Please, please no, let me go let me go let me go.

Claws gripped his shoulders but he couldn't see them. He looked behind himself but there was nothing there. It was just an invisible beast with sharp claws about to devour him.

"You're mine." It said. Danny felt blood pour from his arms, the invisible claws digging deeper into his skin. "I am going to eat you whole. Are you ready to experience hell, Danny?"

Oh god, it knew his name, how did it know his name? He screamed as the claws scraped down his arms, slicing them wide open. The creature bit his back and he could feel every single razored fang pierce his skin. He was shaking. Or, maybe it was shaking him.

"No, nonono please, god please stop." He cried. He screamed.

"There is no god, Danny." It sang. "Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny~"

"DANNY!" He bolted awake, his heart beating out of his chest. Marcus was leaning over him, holding his shoulders, undoubtedly from attempting to wake him. "There you are." He sighed, relieved. "You were having a nightmare, I think."

"N-nightmare?" Danny gasped, his pulse trying desperately to slow.

"Yeah, just a nightmare, sweet boy." Marcus pushed some sweaty hair from his face. "You remember what we do when you have nightmares? Five."

"Mm-- F-fish." That was one. Thankfully she heard her name and moved from the foot of the bed to curl on top of Danny's chest.

"Four more. What else do you see?"

"Alarm clock... Um, l-lamp. Y-y-you, and- and v-vv-vase."

"Good. Four."

"Blank-ket, fur, mm, p-pillow and pjs."

"Three."

"Purring, c-clock, breathing."

"Two."

"Sweat a-and incense."

"One."

"Spit."

"Very good. Are you feeling a little better, now?" Marcus asked, wrapping his arms around the ever-so-slightly trembling man in his bed.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for w-waking me up."

"I'll always wake you up. Do you want to talk about what happened in the dream or do you want to try to go back to sleep?"

"Sleep, p-please, Sir."

"Of course, sweet thing." The light flicked off, plunging the room into a comfortable darkness. Danny sighed, he could feel his pulse begin to slow back to normal, and with the slight warmth of Marcus and Fish, he was able to fall back asleep fairly quickly.

Taglist - @whumpsday @pumpkin-spice-whump @ramadiiiisme @octopus-reactivated @wolfeyedwitch @whumpiguess @thecyrulik @whumpeedeedoo @morning-star-whump @interdimensional-chaos @annablogsposts @oddsconvert @melancholy-in-the-morning

[drinabarnes]

You’re ok. I’m right here. You’re safe.

Name 5 things you can see

- You, moon, stars, curtains, blanket

Name 4 things you can feel

- Bed, blanket, your arms, your breath

Name 3 things you can hear

- Your breath, my heartbeat, the wind outside

Name 2 things you can smell

- Your hair, your skin

Name 1 thing you can taste

- Your lips

[therealbuckybarnes]

Hi, quick question, do not feel obligated to respond to this unless you are comfortable with it, but if you have panic attacks, how do you deal with them? Have a wonderful day, BB :)

I use the 54321 method

5 things you can see

4 things you can hear

3 things you can feel

2 things you can smell

One thing you can taste

[melonpond]

Like 90% of the stuff you see for dealing with anxiety is like "meditate 🧘‍♀️ nature 🌿 exercise 🏃‍♂️" meanwhile in my therapy session, my therapist and I are discussing keeping an I Spy page handy in my notebook to provide a visual grounding exercise

[jimmyatearock]

How does anyone remember the things in the 54321 method? I’m always like, “5 things you see… is it 4 things you hear? Maybe touch, could be smell. Maybe 3 things is smell. That’s a lot of things to smell.” That shit cannot be calming😭😭

[impishjesters]

Platonic Pomni x Reader

warning(s): mentioned/implied panic attacks note(s): I'm not too confident in my Pomni writing abilities, but she really is just anxiety personified so that can't be too hard... cause there's not much to go off of. A/N: Funny enough, despite the fact I have had many panic attacks, I've never been helped nor helped anyone else with one. So I uh, had to google how to... Request: could you maybe do a pomni x reader pomni is struggling to adapt to this new hellscape and the reader starts becoming very lowk protective of her- relationship is mostly platonic- maybe a lil fluff- idk-

Saying Pomni is struggling is an understatement, she’s full-on fighting a war in her head while also trying to slap on adapting to this world.

Similarly to Ragatha, you try helping Pomni settle in—except unlike Ragatha your head is on a bit better than hers. So even Ragatha goes to you asking for help in calming Pomni.

You are very well aware that almost right after arriving, had it not been for Caine, Pomni would’ve quickly abstracted. You don’t want that happening again so you take it upon yourself to help her.

It starts out simply wanting to just help her like you have the others. A sort of middleman between the colourful cast of characters here.

Pomni doesn’t necessarily follow you around like a baby duckling, but Ragatha and you are the two people she feels most comfortable with. And unlike Ragatha at times, you don’t brush off her worries. (Not that Ragatha does this intentionally, she’s dealing with a lot right now…)

At some point, the want to protect her gets a little bit more than your usual attempts at protecting everyone else. Most of the gang can hold their own, but Pomni is still uh, politely speaking, a fucking mess. (but that’s okay!)

Jax calls you Pomni’s little guard dog, he’s heard your bark but he has yet to experience your bite.

You keep Pomni away from Jax’s bullshit as much as possible, but there are times when both of you get roped into shit.

Whenever Pomni has an anxiety attack you are immediately there for her, close enough that she can see you but not too close that she feels smothered.

“Pomni sweetie, can you take a deep breath for me? That’s it, and exhale nice and slow, can you keep doing that for me?”

Sometimes the same methods of help don’t always work so it’s a cycle of getting her to physically stim to give her something to focus on and come back. The occasional 54321 technique except the 1 is always Pomni telling you one thing she liked the taste of.

Some methods are more effective than others, but by the end of it, she’s always tired. If she’s up for it you’ll often sit down with her and give her a hug or hold her hand.

Pomni’s not very physical with the things or people around her, so your hugs or handholds are grounding. A reminder that she’s not losing it, that this is real, you and everyone else is real.

Pomni’s very grateful that you are her friend and that she’s not stuck going through all this alone.

[puppy-steve]

february fic rec

a monthly fic rec series where i try to read every fic on my tbr

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steve has nightmares - M, 2.3k, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, panic attacks, 54321 grounding method

It’s not like the nightmares are, y’know: something new. What’s new is the way he wakes up from them. It’s still a gasping thing, with his heart shot up past the base of his throat more near his tonsils or some shit, somewhere he can almost taste it like metal and the sour tang of fear as it rattles and shakes and pounds, like his chest’s caving in on itself and that’s all normal, that’s all stuff he knows and— “-ve you,” but now there’s a sound on the periphery of his awareness, sneaking in the almost-nonexistent space between his hammering pulse but he grabs for it, because something in him knows it’s important: the most important. He follows it in between the beating, risks getting crushed if he fails here, too, and— “Love you,” Steve hears more clearly, all of a sudden, and he feels hands on him, running smooth and swift courses up and down his arms; then he also feels lips, he can feel the words as motion against his body almost more than he can pick out the sound: “love you, love you, love you,” and now he knows it, now that his vision clears as it adjusts to the darkness and he sees him: Eddie. - Or: Steve has nightmares. Eddie talks him through.

Stolen - T, 2.7k, complete @penny00dreadful

tags: secret relationship, hospital heist, protective steve harrington

When Steve arrives back at Eddie's hospital room, only to be met by a doctor telling him that Eddie had suddenly died within the last ten minutes, Steve finds that very hard to believe. OR Steve steals Eddie back.

eternity - T, 2k, complete @oh-stars

tags: love confessions, fluff

“I need to come over tonight,” he whispers to Robin. “Eddie wants to talk.”  “Oh,” Robin says, cupping the back of Steve’s head briefly. “I’ll have all your favorites ready for you when you get to my house.”  Steve doesn’t have to say anything or force a smile. She gets it.

Love Is What Makes You Brave - G, 3.1k, complete @penny00dreadful

tags: break-up/make-up, getting back together, exes to lovers, hurt/comfort

Should he be here? No. Was he going to continue to be here for as long as he could take it? Hell yeah. OR Eddie found out Steve is getting married. And now he's idling in the church car park.

Safe Haven - M, 2/2, complete @sidekick-hero

tags: werewolf steve, hurt/comfort, getting together

Eddie finds a hurt wolf in the woods and takes him home. He has no idea that there is more to this particular wolf than it seems.

In Sickness and Health - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, older steddie, hurt/comfort, discussions of seizures

Eddie has learned to revel in quiet afternoons, even when he’s alone. The way the sunshine bathes the apartment’s living room carpet—his and Steve’s apartment. Their cat, Poncho, settled heavy and warm in his lap. A chilled glass of southern iced tea and a plate of crackers and sliced cheese. The television volume on low. Book open and set on the arm of the couch. It’s good, the quiet. Yet, it breaks the moment the front door opens. He didn’t hear Steve stick his key in the lock. But he definitely hears his annoyed groans and huffs. The slam of the door, most likely shut with his hip. A muffled, “Damnit”, when he drops his keyring on the floor.

City of Stars (Are You Shining Just For Me?) - T, complete @steviewashere

tags: coming out, love confessions, hurt/comfort

Steve and Eddie’s hang outs tend to land them on their asses at one another’s houses. But tonight, the sky is clear and the moon is out and everything seems to be painted by the soft glow of stars. Because Steve’s parents are home. And Wayne’s got the day off, so he’s asleep early in the living room at the Munson’s. Neither of that will stop them, though. Steve picks Eddie up thirty minutes before the sun has to set, a little Melvald’s bag in the backseat filled with food and a soft throw blanket.

Perfect Timing - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, future fic

It’s funny, Steve thinks, that he knows the way in which Eddie’s emotions express when he comes through the front door of their shared space. They began renting an apartment in Chicago just a year or so after getting together. Tail end of 1986 meant sharing a bed and house by August of 1987. And it’s theirs. Filled with miscellaneous clutter—a bookshelf brimmed with books, coffee table layered with Sports Illustrated and Heavy Metal magazines, dice and keys and Topps baseball cards, and picture frames they dust and drawings from Eddie’s sketchbooks and ‘failed’ art projects of Steve’s that Eddie thought were masterpieces. Point is, they’ve made it their home. And they started their lives with a breath of fresh air. And now it’s 1995, depending on one another’s reactions, this all may just crumble at their feet.

feel the bigger thing - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, married steddie, domestic fluff, rockstar eddie

“We don’t need a second house,” Steve points out, smooshed against Eddie’s sternum. “We can get the pool,” Eddie added with the audible equivalent of his brow-wiggle and okay, fine, that’s a good point, because Steve may not have really used the one at his parents’ after, well, everything, but he…does kinda miss having one. Now that the memories are distant enough in both time and miles that he doesn’t see standing water deeper than four feet and start fucking hyperventilating anymore. So…yeah. Compelling argument regarding a pool.

fever - E, 3.8k, complete @maxinemaxmayfield

tags: transmasc eddie, first time, virgin eddie, strap-ons, top eddie, bottom steve

“Shit,” Eddie groans, teeth pressing into his bottom lip. His hips buck up, and his imagination runs away with that, thinking about Steve, balancing over Eddie’s hips, riding him as hard and fast as he can manage, delicious thighs shaking while Eddie thrusts up into him.  God, he wants it more than anything. There’s just one problem.  Eddie currently lacks the, uh… Equipment.

so glad i found you - T, 1.4k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: established relationship, steddie dads, modern au

Eddie blinked at Steve, lips parted as he tried to remember how to breathe. He’d been with Steve for just over a year, and while he didn’t technically live with them, he spent more time at their apartment than his own. He was on Sarah’s emergency pick-up list, took her with him to run errands when Steve had to work late, bought her things when the budget allowed just because he wanted to, and would read to her most nights that he stayed over. In many ways, he was her dad.

An Extra Hand - E, 5.2k, complete proprioception

tags: blow jobs, dick piercings, smoke buddies, steve being a slut for eddie's dick

"You have a dick piercing?" Steve finally sputters. "Oh," Eddie says. "Yeah." Steve thinks he recovers pretty quickly from that. (That's the only thing he has going for him in Hawkins: he gets back up.)

take the call - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, married steddie, rockstar eddie, future fic

“Eddie?” He rolls his eyes kinda automatically, kinda thoughtlessly at the cut of the audio track to let the mic system override from outside the booth. “Okay, so, like, don’t freak out.” “This lady called, and she said she found Lainie’s card inside the case of a phone she picked up,” and okay, okay, that’s…that’s random but maybe it’s about their assistance manger, who just got her contract confirmed and got fancy new business cards for it and has been handing them out to everybody she sees, even gave Eddie extras to pass on to Steve, maybe he can share them at the school as if anyone at even a hoity-toity private 6-through-12 school would have a reason for a card from a record label but she’s excited, and Eddie’s excited for her, and Steve loves the people Eddie works with, and not just because they’re attached to Eddie and he loves the things that come with Eddie as a given—but that’s also true, and always has been, but— “She found the phone at a car crash?” So: the more-to-it. The thing his body already knew. Eddie…Eddie doesn’t even need to know what comes next to know he cannot fucking breathe.

Angel - E, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, insecurities, handjobs

His eyes track different spots in the room. The lines on the wall. Bowling pin. Car picture. Dresser with the drawers haphazardly still open. Eddie saunters over and gently closes them, even stops by Steve’s hamper and picks up the other thrown down clothes. And then he notices it out of the corner of his eye, Steve’s full length mirror. It breaks his heart. The sheet covering what would be his reflection. And on the top right corner? A little sticky note, reading: You’ll hate what you see. Everybody does. Don’t remove. 

Dream Come True - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: married steddie, future fic, steddie dads

He may have got the quiet life. And Eddie may have lived out his simple dream. He’d been a rockstar for a little bit in the late nineties and early two-thousands, retiring before they got married. But…Steve hasn’t lived his dream. Eddie hates that he thinks it’s being held back from him. Eddie’s determined to heal that hurt inside him.

Have You Done Your Homework? - E, 7/7, complete SameShipDifferentFont

tags: first time bottoming, daddy kink, bottom steve, virgin steve, sex toys

“I…I want to.” Steve admitted. “You want to?” “I-Yeah, I do, I just…I don’t know how.” he flushed furiously, snatching his hand away to rest at Eddie’s open inner thigh. Eddie caught his ducking head before he could hide against his shoulder, smiling softly as Steve met his eyes in embarrassment, but Eddie looked mischievous. “Just treat it like a pussy, baby, can’t go far wrong.” Or...Famous ladies man, Steve Harrington, is reduced to a blushing virgin when it comes to sex with Eddie. He struggles with the anxiety of trying something new, but Eddie is patient, and gives him...assignments. Steve explores his own body, learns what he likes, ways he can please Eddie, until he can attempt his main goal...giving his virginity to Eddie Munson. If he has the nerve to go through with it.

Honey and Tea. - E, 5.7k, complete daggerandrosie

tags: omegaverse, accidental voyeurism, masturbation, omega steve, alpha eddie

It was all just a innocent silly joke, nothing much, Steve just wanted a good easy laugh. It was late, dark and silent at the trailer park, no one in sight and Eddie's nightstand light was on. Steve would just pop he's head up the window and, hopefully, scare the shit out of his friend. But he's the one that ended up being spooked. Maybe you shouldn't be peeping through people's privacy after dark.

fallen king - T, complete @sp0o0kylights

tags: post s2, pre steddie, eddie munson's tabletop sermons, valentines day

With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done.  With his so called friends, with  the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything.  He was over it.  If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it.  (If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.)  “This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it. 

soothed - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: injury, hurt/comfort, pre steddie, protective steve

Steve moves to drag Eddie inside, but drops his hands when Eddie flinches away, nearly stumbling down to the concrete. He lets go of his elbows, which are now decorated with fine small crescents, and shields himself. There’s a couple smaller, red bruises decorating his wrists. As if somebody grabbed him. Steve fumes at the sight. “Eddie,” Steve breathes, “why don’t you come inside?” He steps away from the door, letting it sit open and waiting. On shuffled, hesitant feet, Eddie comes in. His eyes dart around the room before they land back on Steve. Immediately, some of the tension and fear in his big brown eyes falls away. Instead, a layer of relief and gratitude seems to fill him. Enough that his eyes brim with tears. “Oh, Eds,” Steve can only coo.

pretty pets once were wild - E, 5k, complete kravioli

tags: werewolf steve, vampire eddie, monsterfucking, sub top steve, dom bottom eddie, puppy play, breeding kink

The annual Munson ball has been a celebration of all monsterkind living in Hawkins for nearly 600 years. When Steve is dragged along to this year’s celebration during the full moon, he gets a lot more than he signed up for. or werewolf!steve and vampire!eddie’s mating

i'm keeping you in sight - T, 2.2k, complete teiresias

tags: fluff, pining, taller eddie, getting together

When there’s no immediate reply, he pauses for a moment, seemingly taking in the situation. “D’you want help with that, Stevie?” -- Eddie has the gall to get taller.

The Boy Who Swallowed a Star - M, 9.9k, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: howl's moving castle au, getting together, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, platonic stobin, robin as calcifer (bc that deserves its own tag)

The Wizard Munson is supposed to inspire fear and awe. A trickster, a devil, a power unmatched. Blah blah blah; Steve only sees the gangly boy who almost fell off the roof of the Harrington’s tailoring shop, trying and failing to be stealthy and mysterious when Steve was not yet ten—so where whispers follow down alleyways about the dreaded terrors of the Wizard? Steve really just sees the goofball. His Eddie. “Come with me, Stevie,” Eddie doesn’t even pause for pleading, dives right in and begs him as if Steve needs convincing; "if nothing else, come with me so I know you’re safe, so I can do what needs doing without splitting half of me always just worrying. Save me from scrying out endlessly, to make sure you’re okay.” Steve’s heart thumps painful, pathetic: pure and unvarnished in a way he thinks is only possible when Eddie’s nearby. Only possible for Eddie, at all. Which means the answer’s wholly obvious—the war’s getting worse, this is his Eddie—only one response was ever really on the table: “Alright.”

crawl home to you - E, 5.2k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: temporary character death, kas eddie, vampire eddie, soulmates, getting together, blood drinking

Steve should never have kissed him. He knew that now. While Eddie was dying, bleeding out on the ground of their version of Hell, the only thing Steve felt he could do to help him was kiss him. It was quick, just a peck on the lips, lingering only for a moment. Their eyes never even closed. Steve wanted to take in every remaining moment that Eddie had. There was nothing else he could do, just hold him, try to whisper comfort that may not have even been heard.

it's not ever what it looks like - M, 3.2k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: modern au, rockstar eddie, established relationship, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, implied/suspected cheating (nobody is actually cheating on anybody don't worry)

There was a picture of Eddie standing with his arm around some guy who was taller than him, both of them laughing, looking at each other like…well. Steve knew that look because it’d only ever been pointed at him, but now he was seeing it pointed at just some guy. The headline read EDDIE MUNSON GIVING UP HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART FOR SUPERMODEL SUPERSTAR?

Feels Good (Oh To Be Alone With You) - E, 1.3k, complete @theheadlessphilosopher | th3d3adboy

tags: transmasc eddie, cock warming, light dom/sub, cunnilingus, handjobs

Steve had never felt the way he did when he and Eddie were together. He'd always considered himself a pretty experienced guy, sexually speaking, but with Eddie things were different.

if devotion is a river, then i'm floating away - E, 6.4k, complete @starryeyedjanai

tags: post-s4, getting together, drummer steve, corroded coffin, semi-public sex

“So when you said someone was paying you to get lessons for the past six months, you weren't talking about some middle schooler interested in doing marching band?” Eddie asks, slamming the fridge door harder than necessary. Sorry, Gareth’s mom. “Nope,” Gareth says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “You’re pure evil,” he says. “Why is Gareth evil and why is Steve Harrington in the garage?” Jeff asks, coming into the kitchen. or, Eddie has feelings about Steve filling in as their drummer

i'm a man (without conviction) - T, 2.1k, complete lateralparallel

tags: hopper pov, established steddie, protective hopper, character study, eddie antagonizes hopper on purpose

Steve Harrington is not his kid. Hopper already has three, and he’s not looking to add any more. He’s sure of this fact about ninety nine percent of the time, the remaining one percent being when he’s faced by Harrington’s big, clear eyes and his perpetually quivering laugh. Hopper is not a great dad. He knows this, and he knows he should remember this, but Steve Harrington has a way of making him think highly of himself in the paternal department.

Drunk Dialing - E, series, WIP FinalMoondragon

tags: drunk bootycall, phone sex, light dom/sub, bratty steve, semi-public masturbation

Steve was drunk. Very drunk. He knew it. Robin definitely knew it. That’s why she was sitting on his back, pinning him to the floor, trying to pry his hands out from under his body. Her pajama pants were bunched up around her knees, her sock clad foot near his face. “Steve! Give-It-To-Me!” she said through gritted teeth. Or: Steve Harrington has a brilliant idea and Robin fails at stopping him.

cassette tapes and ticket stubs. - M, 5.2k, complete @thefreakandthehair | througheden

tags: modern au, mutual pining, fluff, coffee shops, record stores, baseball fan steve, getting together, accidental dates

“Well, you said you’re 90% sure you’re getting stood up. And I’m 100% sure that I’ve already been stood up. I know baseball isn’t really your thing but,” Steve wiggles the tickets between his fingers. “Road-rip?” “One condition,” Eddie says, pursing his lips. “I’m giving you a free ticket and day in Chicago but sure, let’s negotiate,” Steve teases. Grabbing his empty cup, Steve follows his lead as he tosses it in the trash. Eddie spins back around, heart clattering in his chest as he comes almost literally face to face with Steve who’s close enough that Eddie can smell the cologne he’d dabbed on for his date. Warm, spicy, Steve’s signature scent. Eddie hates that he knows that. When he finds his tongue again, he shakes his head and smiles, signing his own fucking death warrant for the day. “If we’re doing your date, we’ve gotta do mine, too.” Or, Eddie and Steve are set up on blind dates by Robin and Chrissy. They both get stood up. Or, do they?

wednesdays - G, complete @steddiealltheway

tags: rockstar eddie, pining, fluff, getting together

Steve stops in his tracks, all thoughts gone from his head as he does a double take at the magazine rack near the checkout. And yeah, he knows that Corroded Coffin is popular. Hell, he’s seen Eddie’s face on the same rack at least five times before. But never like this. The picture on the front page is taken at a lower angle, with Eddie clad in leather pants and a tight mesh black shirt that might be a crop top, but Steve can’t tell with the way Eddie’s guitar is covering his midriff, hands flying over the frets, showing off silver rings glimmering under the stage lights including the one that Steve helped Dustin pick out for him as a celebratory gift. But as Steve’s eyes trace over Eddie’s bare arms and the stark black tattoos, he’s led to wild curls perfectly framing Eddie’s face which stares down at the cords, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape and eyebrows knitted together in concentration in a way that makes Steve feel weak in the knees. And Steve’s suddenly hit with the question: Why didn’t anyone tell him that Eddie was hot???

to die by your side (is such a heavenly way to die) - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: limbo/near death experiences, light angst, they're in el's mind palace, getting together, fluff, happy ending

“Oh fuck, not you, too.” Steve looks up—when did he sit down, he doesn’t remember sitting down, he doesn’t remember how even got here, and hey, actually, where is here— “What?” Steve looks toward the voice; familiar. See the wreath of curls around a pale face. “This is death, right?” Eddie’s crossing over to him, crouching just beside; “I’m dead, like, I am very sure I’m dead, but you’re here, so—“ “I don’t,” Steve breathes in sharp—tries to get his bearings, tries to see but it’s just black in every direction, his lungs feel like they’re halved in size all of sudden, everything feels tight and painful and hard like inhaling isn’t something guaranteed, and his heartbeat feels like it’s dragging the carcass of something with it when it pumps, laborious and— He’s is breathing, though, even if it’s kinda half-assed; he’s got a heartbeat, even if it feels like it’s about to fucking give out. That doesn’t…that doesn’t sound like death.

if devotion is a river, then i'm floating away - E, 6.4k, complete @starryeyedjanai

tags: drummer steve, post-s4, corroded coffin, getting together, handjobs, blowjobs

“So when you said someone was paying you to get lessons for the past six months, you weren't talking about some middle schooler interested in doing marching band?” Eddie asks, slamming the fridge door harder than necessary. Sorry, Gareth’s mom. “Nope,” Gareth says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “You’re pure evil,” he says. “Why is Gareth evil and why is Steve Harrington in the garage?” Jeff asks, coming into the kitchen. or, Eddie has feelings about Steve filling in as their drummer

Tearing the Buttons Right off Your Dress - E, 5k, complete @solarmorrigan

tags: babygirl steve, roleplay, steve in panties and lingerie, established relationship

After spending the day celebrating with friends, Steve has one final birthday gift for Eddie Eddie's pretty sure this just became his favorite birthday ever

[navvyu]

AN: thank you for requesting! i had to do a little studying for this one o_O hope it came out good! also sorry for this coming out so late (´；д；) (sorry deuce's is so short i didn't really know what to write for him :,) )

Comforting reader during a panic attack

*not beta read

Includes: Trien, Jamil, Ace, Deuce

Trien

goes over breathing techniques, 54321 method, ect.

if you want he'll let you pet/hold Lucius

would give you any reassurance you need, physical or not

pushes back assignment due dates for your classes + lets you skip school the next day / calls you off work for the next day

holds you if your okay with it

gave you water and made a delicious meal once you were hungry

made sure to check on you a little more often

"please don't be afraid to come for me if this happens again, ill always be hear to listen."

Jamil

learned how to deal with a panic attack incase kalim had one, so he was pretty well versed on how to take care of you

would hold your hand or hug you, or not touch you at all, depending on your preference

would go over tactics to help you calm down; breathing exercise's, 333 rule, ect.

once you calm down, he'll make you some food if you want and water

if you had any plans today or tomorrow? To bad! Jamil is making you have the rest of the day of and your going to have a self care day tomorrow, have fun!

"here have some water, take your time."

Ace

definitely didn't know what to do

may have said some not-so comforting things on accident

once he realized you were having a panic attack, he used some basic knowledge he probably got from his older brother

tried to joke with you after you calmed down a bit more

got some water and maybe showed you some magic tricks to help you calm down

after the fact he would research on how to comfort people during a panic attack, he wants to be able to properly comfort you if it happens again

"ill try to comfort you better next time, but please come to me if this happens again, i wanna be there for you!"

Deuce

kind of freaked out but he managed to comfort you pretty well

took breaths with you, attempting to help you calm down

between guiding your breathing he said stuff like "im always here" or "tell me if you need anything at any time"

if you wanted a hug, he'd give the best warm hug tbh

got you some snacks after (if you were hungry) and some juice if you wanted it

also searched up how to comfort someone during a panic attack to better help you after

may or may not have secretly bought you a heated/ weighted stuffed animal and left it on your bed as a gift

"In... and out... it's alright... your okay now, i promise."

333 rule:  looking around your environment to identify three objects and three sounds, then moving three body parts

54321 method: find five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste

[manicplank]

Since i just had a panick attack, how would the cast react to someone near them having one? Possibly with bonus Brick if that's okay?

Sorry if this has been asked before

(I'm sorry you had to deal with that. I hope you're feeling better! Yes, you can have a bonus Brick!)

Handling a panic attack

Peppino: He's all too familiar with panic attacks. He asks first how you feel about physical contact and if it's okay for him to rub your shoulders. He helps you come back to reality. He uses the 54321 method to help you calm down. (If you're not familiar with it, this is a quick explanation.)

Gustavo: He brings you to a quiet place and asks what's wrong. He gives you things you fidget and stim with. He asks if you'd like to pet Brick. He asks if you need space and assures you that he's there if you need anything at all.

BONUS Brick: Brick is very good at sensing emotions. He can tell you're very stressed! He swoops over and rubs against you. He doesn't stop until you pet him. He sniffs your face and tickles you with his whiskers. He gives you lil rat kisses on your nose. He even snuggles up to you. He's a good service rat.

Mr. Stick: He is very worried. He's had a few panic attacks, but he's never seen someone else have one. He asks what's wrong and if there's anything he can do to help you. He isn't the greatest, but he does his best.

Pepperman: His sensitive and sympathetic side comes out. For once, he's worried about someone other than himself. He's not too sure what to do, so he sits beside you and tries to get you to talk about what happened. He speaks very softly.

The Vigilante: Dad friend. He removes you from the situation and takes you somewhere quiet. He gets you some water and a snack. He asks if you want to pet a cow or Mort. He gets Mort, who acts all goofy and makes you laugh. Once you're calm, he asks you what happened.

The Noise: He panics a little bit, too. He's not sure whether you're sensory seeking or avoiding, so he takes you somewhere quiet but gives you a bunch of his favorite stim toys. He leaves you alone and checks on you after a while.

Noisette: She knows exactly what to do. She takes you away from the situation. She gives you something to stim or fidget with. She reminds you to breathe and has you take deep breaths with her. She does the 54321 method. She gives you some water and a blanket.

Fake Peppino: He can sense something is wrong. He pokes you, but you don't respond. Then he nudges your shoulder, but you still don't respond to it. He thinks soft physical touch might help, so he does things that make him happy. He strokes your hair, rubs your shoulder, and nuzzles his head up to you.

Pizzahead: He's handled a few panic attacks before. He brings you to a comfortable place and has you lay down with a soft blanket. He brings you some water and a free Pizzaboy plushie. He sits besides you and waits until you're ready to talk.

Pillar John: He's incredibly concerned. He's not too sure what's going on with you. He gives you a good classic Pillar John Bear Hug™. He puts you down softly, kneels down to your level, and asks how else he can help.

Gerome: He gently holds your arm and takes you somewhere quiet. He asks if you want some water or a snack. He gets you to talk it out with him. His voice is soft, and his tone is caring.

[cerise-on-top]

Hiiii how are you doing love bug? I wanted to request something where farah notices spouse readers anxiety is high while there out at a celebration party thingy after a successful mission and helps them calm down

(Sorry if this is badly explained it’s my first time requesting something + I have adhd🫶🏻🫶🏻)

Hello! Don't worry, I got you! I hope this is what you wanted! I don't particularly know how to calm someone down, I can't even calm myself down usually, so I just swallow it all down until it goes away ^^;

Farah Senses Reader’s Anxiety

She would likely sense your anxiety as soon as she looked at you. Your eyes were wider open than usual, you’ve gone quiet, giving the occasional nod and smile and that’s it. Something was up, Farah knew you well enough by then to be able to tell. Yes, she may have been a highly coveted person at parties like these, but she could always make time for you, even while she was in the middle of a conversation with someone. As soon as you don’t seem to be doing well, don’t seem to be having fun anymore, she’ll take you somewhere quieter so she can talk to you and maybe help you calm down a bit.

Truth be told, Farah won’t particularly know what to do with you. Sure, she gets anxious at times as well, she leads an entire force, after all, but she usually calms herself down by taking a deep breath and sweeping all those negative thoughts under the rug. While it would be ridiculous to assume the same thing would work for you, she tries anyway. She may be good at building connections with other people, but she doesn’t particularly know how to calm someone down from severe anxiety. However, she will take your hands gently in hers, if you allow it, and will talk to you in the most tender tone you’ve ever heard from her. Her voice is audible still, but quieter than usual and she requests that you try to tune out everything else and only listen to her. While she won’t know what to say, she tries, talking about anything that comes to mind. The small lizard she saw on her way to the party, how she once was able to pet a bunny when she was small. Nice things that would take your mind off of the party. You will be leaving it soon enough, naturally, but before then, you need to calm down first.

If her distracting you doesn’t help, then she’ll try to breathe with you, gently asking you to breathe in, hold your breath for a few seconds, before breathing out again. This will be repeated a few times. If that doesn’t work either, then she will try the 54321 method. Granted, she doesn’t exactly know how it works and will mess it up. But who knows, maybe that will get you to laugh. Farah asks you to tell her what you’re seeing, hearing, feeling and so on and tries to crack jokes here and there to maybe get you to smile. Her attempt at distracting you from your anxiety still hasn’t ceased. Talks you through it all. However, if that doesn’t help either, then she’ll ask you what the source of your anxiety may be. If it’s the party then you’ll be going home immediately. Or, at the very least, get away from it as far as you can. If it’s something else then she’ll still try to help you somehow, reassuring you that she’ll do whatever she can to assist you. If it’s alright with you, then, after the party, you’ll go stargazing together. The vastness of the universe has always helped her calm down, and maybe she can tell you some stories she’s heard about the different constellations as well. Either way, she’ll be taking care of you as well as she can during the evening, until you calm down. And then you’ll be cuddling the night away, if you’re calm enough to want to be touched. Farah will hold you to her chest, hum a little lullaby and run her fingers through your hair.

[louisegluckpdf]

therapist tried to get me to do the 54321 grounding method but i got overwhelmed so we just did one thing i could see. new grounding method called 1

[moonvyx]

54321 - 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

THIS STORY IS MADE BY ME, AVTIAGON, FROM WATTPAD

lowercase intended

tw: anxiety attacks, trauma

requested by Ella8138 (from wattpad)

narrator's pov

you hated muggle studies.

sure, the subject is pretty interesting but that meant a lot of presentations and speeches.

and you weren't the best at talking. you hated crowds, especially talking in front of them. your parents say it's "social anxiety."

you were currently in the common room with james, practicing your speeches with each other. you both had an hour before the speech.

"and thank you," james finishes his speech, smiling before throwing himself on the couch next to you with a loud sigh, "your turn," he nudges you.

"y/n?" he questions, noticing how still and quiet you've been.

james' smile slowly went away as he saw your slightly shaking form and how tightly you were holding onto your paper. that and your leg bouncing up and down.

he soon then noticed that you were having trouble breathing, it was quick and concerning.

"hey," james got up and sat in front of you, holding both of your hands, his thumbs caressing the back of it, "y/n," he calls out.

"y/n," he tries again and you look at him, "are you okay? you're a bit...jittery. like padfoot when he ate that dumb candy," he tries to joke, but there was obvious concern in his voice.

your eyes glance at your paper and back at james, your leg bouncing faster than before.

james realized what was going on.  you were starting to have an anxiety attack.

he's aware of your social anxiety and knows the signs, but he wasn't very familiar with it.

james wasn't sure of what to do. he's seen sirius have anxiety attacks but remus was always there to help.

"what would remus do?" james thought, trying to think of a quick solution, he was slowly starting to panic.

but remembering how calm and collected remus was when sirius was having an attack, james decided to follow that. he didn't want to make it worse by showing any signs of panic.

after that, james remembered the comforting and reassuring words remus would mutter to sirius.

"y/n," he says your name, his thumbs still caressing the back of your hands, "y/n," he repeats, catching your attention again.

"i'm here," he tries, but you just shook your head, "no."

"y/n, it's okay. i'm here and i will help you through this, okay?" it wasn't like the words his friend would say, but it was all he could think of.

but then something in his mind clicked.

he recalled the time he was reading a book about anxiety attacks, it was the day after you opened up to him.

he remembered reading this one topic, "54321 method." it helped people calm down.

not knowing what else to do, he spoke again, "y/n, i need you to listen on me, focus on me, okay?" you nod, your breathing still quick, "tell me 5 things you can see."

you give him a look, before taking your eyes off and searching the entire room, "i-i can see you, the fireplace, a-a book, a pen, and the couches," you stuttered a bit.

"good job, y/n. now, tell me 4 things you can touch," he slowly lets go of one of your hands.

"i can feel the pillows, the couch, your hands, and the paper," you could still feel his soft and warm hands.

"how about 3 things you can hear?" he holds your free hand again.

"your voice, the fire, and the chattering outside."

"okay, 2 things you can smell," he smiles at you.

"the burning wood and our books."

"amazing, now last one. 1 thing you can taste. it can be the last thing you ate."

"chocolate frogs."

by this time, you felt calmer than you were 3 minutes ago.

"how're you feeling?" he asks, his hands never leaving yours.

"to be honest, a lot better," you smile at him, "i'm still pretty scared though."

"it's alright to feel that way, y/n. there are times when you can't stop yourself from feeling scared or anxious. but always remember that i'm here for you, alright?" he kisses the back of your hand.

your smile widens, "thanks james."

"anything for you. i'll be cheering you on later, i'm gonna be your biggest supporter."

hi! i just wanted to tell you that this is a friendly space. so if you need someone to talk to, you could always talk to me or someone else. you are not alone <3

and this "54321 method" actually works! i've used this method whenever i'd have a panic/anxiety attack (same goes to my friends). my friend introduced this to me and if it helps me i'm pretty sure it can help you too :)

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Safe

A/N- I just want to let everyone know before they read this that it can be very triggering for some people. This is a personal experience of mine that i wanted to share just in case others that have similar experiences can feel safer with how they deal with their own trauma. As an assault survivor, this is something very personal to me, not everyone’s responses are the same so all i ask is that you remain respectful after reading this 🖤 i got the idea for writing this after the ‘anniversary’ of my experience came up, and i want everyone to know that if you ever need someone to reach out to or talk to in always here to talk or listen if you need it 🖤 i’ve only got three more years until all the cells from that time are replaced :)

Summary- Eddie accidentally triggers you and helps to calm you down as best as he can.

Genre- Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings- ⚠️Major TW⚠️ Mentions of sexual assault (not directly describing anything) descriptions of a panic attack, crying, hyperventilating, use of the 54321 method

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @ladyapplejackdnd @tayhar811 @wistfulwisteriawitch @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @zoeyquinn94 @eddiethesexy (crossed out names wouldn’t let me tag)

Words- 1.9k

“Alright, we’re done, it’s ok.”

Eddie quickly got off of you the moment he heard you say ‘Stop’ with no hesitation.

You didn’t know what it was, you didn’t know what set it off or if Eddie had accidentally touched you a certain way, but in the middle of sex the memory came flooding back into your brain and you needed it to stop.

It was just a sudden reaction, the tears, the shaking, the hyperventilating, and Eddie immediately went to comfort you and cover you up to help in any way that he could.

You were laid on his bed in the fetal position, still naked, cold, your hands balled up into fists over your head as the tears flowed down from your cheeks into the pillow.

Eddie already knew of what had happened to you in the past, and he never held it against you. He knew it wasn’t your fault, and god help him if he ever ran into the person to give you this kind of trauma. He loved you, he cared for you, and he always made sure that whenever the two of you were intimate he looked for every possible sign of your consent just to make sure that you were ok with every single thing he was doing. But he knew there were some times when your body would react like it did in that moment and he would stop and care for you with no hesitation.

He quickly covered you up with his comforter, searching around the floor of his room for your clothes to get ready for you to put them back on as soon as you were able to. He slid his legs back into a pair of dirty sweatpants to cover himself up before kneeling onto the floor next to the bed, gently placing his hand over your wrist, making sure not to grab too hard and make your reaction any worse than it already was,

“Sweetheart, it’s alright, we’re done.” He whispered to you, his fingers slowly tracing over your arm as your hyperventilating started to slow down, “You’re ok, it’s just us here, i promise. Do you remember what to do when this happens? It’s alright if you don’t.”

Your eyes were still shut tightly as your body started to relax itself upon hearing Eddie’s voice. You shook your head, the only thoughts clouding your mind were bits and pieces of those few moments that were drilled into your brain, but you tried your best to put any other thoughts in to get rid of the awful feeling of having to remember.

“That’s ok, i remember, do you want talk right now sweetheart?”

You shook your head once more and Eddie moved his hand off of your arm, hovering it just over your head,

“It’s alright if i pet you? Do you want to be touched?” You slowly nodded and carefully unclenched your eyes, still sore and bloodshot from the tears, but your vision was clear enough to see Eddie’s big brown eyes so full of worry for you. He gently placed his hand on top of your head and slowly started to pet you.

“You don’t have to talk, i’ll do all the talking ok? I want you to open your eyes a little more for me sweetheart, can you do that?”

Your breathing started to slow, Eddie’s voice soothing you back into your relaxed state, but your body was still tense under the blanket. You moved your hands up to your eyes and cleared away the last few tears that slipped out before looking back into Eddie’s eyes, seeing the sweet smile he had on his face,

“Good! You’re doing good. Can you see me ok?”

You slowly nodded once again and his hand carefully moved down to your forehead, brushing a few stray hairs away from your field of vision,

“Good. Can you see my hair ok? Is it all messy like it normally is?”

The corners of your lips turned into a gentle smile as you nodded, the trembling in your arms and legs slowly starting to cease.

“What about my nightstand?” He reached a hand over and placed it on top of the nightstand, turning his head to point at the wall behind him, “And the Metallica poster? You can see those?”

Your vision came back to normal, the blurring from the tears fading away as you tried to focus your eyes onto the poster behind Eddie, nodding again as soon your eyes were able to focus onto it,

“Good! Good, what about my tattoos,” he turned himself back to you and leaned himself back, giving you a bit of space to look at the tattoos on his chest, “you see them? These two right here?” He moved his hand up and motioned to them for you and you nodded once more, “Good! Can you show me that you can see them, can you show me where they are on me?”

Your breathing was back to normal and one hand reached out, the tips of your fingers moving gently over the ink over his heart, slowly tracing over the lines.

“Perfect! What about that blanket, how does it feel?”

Your hand retracted from his chest and you moved it under the comforter, covering yourself up just a bit more as you brought the edge of the blanket up to your cheek and felt the fabric move against it.

“Soft? How about the sheets and the pillowcase?”

You focused your attention onto the loose sheets under your body, moving your legs and head against the fabric to feel how they moved against your skin. Eddie smiled bigger as he saw the outline of your legs start to relax and move under the blanket,

“Good! You hear how they sound against you? All those little sounds they make when your legs move?”

You nodded as you listened to the way the fabric shifted under the movement of your legs.

“And my voice,” Eddie leaned in a little closer to whisper to you, “You can still hear it if i whisper right?”

Eddie saw the smile at the corners of your lips getting just a bit bigger and he knew that you were starting to focus more on your surroundings rather than your thoughts.

“Good. How about this sweetheart,” he moved his hand back up to the nightstand and started to tap his nails onto it, the slow taps soothing you even further and your body was completely relaxed into the bed, “you can hear those little taps on the nightstand?”

Your hand reached up to rub your eyes once more, taking a deep breath as you nodded. You knew you were almost finished doing your routine for when you had gotten into a bad state and you were so grateful that Eddie was doing all he could to help you feel better.

“Perfect!” He was still whispering to you and moved himself a bit closer to you, his face a few inches away from yours, “You know i made sure to wash all my blankets and sheets this morning sweetheart, can you still smell the fabric softener on them?”

You slowly closed your eyes and gently pressed your face into the soft pillow against your head, taking a deep breath. You could smell the fresh fabric softener Eddie had used on his sheets, the sweet floral scent mixed in with his natural pheromones were soothing and calming you fully back to normal.

Eddie slowly stood up as you settled back into bed and kept his eyes on you as he wandered around his room. He folded your clothes up and set them at the end of the bed for you, flipping his light switch on and pressing play on the stereo, making sure to keep the volume low as the Def Leppard cassette inside the tape deck started.

He made his way back over to you and kneeled back into his place before,

“Sweetheart, i’m going to go get you a glass of water ok? I want you to change back into your clothes while i’m gone, and i won’t come back in until you open the door again, ok?”

Your eyes opened up once more and you smiled as you looked into Eddies sweet gaze, nodding again to show him that you understood.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss onto your head before exiting his room and shutting the door behind him.

You took one last deep breath before sitting up in Eddie’s bed, slowly lifting the comforter off of you and placing your feet onto the hardwood floor. You reached your arms over your head and stretched before leaning over and grabbing the pile of your clothes that Eddie had left folded up for you. You slipped your underwear back on and stepped into your pajama pants before lastly putting one of Eddie’s shirts to cover yourself once more. With one last deep breath, you stood up and walked over to Eddie’s bedroom door, reaching your hand out to the handle and turning the knob to open it so Eddie knew it was alright to come back in.

He was already waiting outside the door with a smile, a glass of water and a little plate with some cut up strawberries and a few small orange slices on it for you.

“Hey angel, why don’t you go back and sit on the bed ok?”

You nodded and walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge and watching as Eddie shut his door once again to give you two complete privacy. Though the trailer had already been empty beforehand, he knew you wanted complete isolation just in case. He knew you wanted to keep these things private no matter what.

He set the plate onto the nightstand and handed you the glass of water as he sat next to you,

“Drink sweetheart, you need to rehydrate.”

You lifted the glass to your lips and took a few slow gulps before setting it onto the nightstand.

“Good! And you’re gonna finish that before we go to bed right?”

You smiled and nodded to him, making him smile back and press another kiss to your forehead,

“Perfect. I grabbed you a little snack too sweetheart, why don’t you eat a little bit?”

He reached over and grabbed a strawberry, popping it into his mouth before reaching over and handing one to you. You bit into it and the sweet taste of the fruit was the final step in making sure that you were back to normal.

“Sweet?” Eddie said as he reached over to grab another.

You smiled and grabbed one of the orange slices, popping it into your mouth and swallowing the sweet juice that was squeezed from it as you bit into it,

“Sweet.”

Eddie slowly moved his arm around your waist and brought you into him for a hug, your body relaxing into him as your head hit his shoulder.

He knew that there would come a time where things like this would end. He wouldn’t have to constantly worry about wether or not he was doing a good job comforting and consoling you, calming you down from your panic attacks and making sure you knew that you were safe. That everything was alright.

But all he knew for now was that you were ok. You were safe in his arms where you belonged.

[parvulous-writings]

Request: Bill S. Preston x Gender neutral!reader

Prompt: Reader is sitting in on a Wyld Stallyns practice while doing homework as an excuse to watch their boyfriend Bill perform. Everything is alright until they get a sensory overload from their difficult homework and the loud music.

Bill picks up on this and lends them his (oversized for y/n) plaid shirt because his scent grounds them (and maybe holds their hands while sitting in front of them, doing the 54321 method).

Basically Bill just being the most supportive boyfriend ever.

Summary: You and Bill are spending some quality time together, with you doing homework, and him practicing his guitar!

Warnings: Details of sensory overload

Words: 1.1K

Notes:  Honestly living for these oneshots rn I can't lie Decided to make it just you and Bill together, so more of the focus is on him, rather than him AND Ted! Hope this is okay! <3 My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

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The best time of the day was always the time when you got to go round Bill's house. There was no question about it. The place was a safe haven for you- Missy thought the world of you and Bill's dad liked you, when he was home from work and you were out of your boyfriend's room or the garage. It was a ritual for the pair of you, you'd finish school together, walk Ted home to his house just a street or so over from Bill's, then head back to the Preston house together for the evening. Sometimes Bill would ask you if you ever wanted to go to your house instead - you'd simply shake your head and keep on walking to his, not even missing a beat. It wasn't something that needed to be considered. Being around Bill, in a place that he spent so much time in himself, was just... Your idea of heaven.

So there you both were, Bill sitting cross legged on the old battered couch, and you on the floor across from him, Maths textbook on the table and workbook in your lap as you tried over and over again to solve a particularly difficult quadratic equation. Maths was an okay subject for you, but as you had moved on to the higher levels of the subject, the flow of your answers had staggered more and more; it was a welcome challenge, but naturally more frustrating at times. Bill's guitar lay in his lap, as he lazily plucked the strings from time to time, attempting to tune it. He'd been tuning it for the past hour or so - he wasn't fussed on it being done particularly quickly, and him taking his time meant that it'd be done with greater accuracy. It also meant that he wasn't disturbing you too much, which was something he was vaguely conscious of, in the back of his mind.

After a while longer of him tuning his guitar, Bill is almost certain he's got it right. There's only one real way to test it. Without warning, Bill started an epic little riff, not thinking about the noise he was making as his fingers danced across the strings and neck of the guitar, until one wrong pluck threw him from his little daydream induced riff. He looked over to you, hoping to get some feedback of his playing before he had thrown himself off of his groove, but you weren't looking back at him. You had curled in on yourself, hands clamp over your ears in a vain attempt to block some of the noise from your ears. Within a second, Bill had practically thrown his guitar away from him, and was kneeling down beside you. "Hey, hey..." He tried to get your attention, but you just frantically shook your head at him - you didn't want any more noise, you couldn't take anymore. Bill hastily untied the plaid shirt he had tied round his waist, and draped it round your shoulders. It was too warm for him to actually wear it properly, but he knew that when you were upset, in any way, that you loved wearing it, that it helped you. You move your hands to grab at the fabric, pulling it tighter over your shoulders, and bringing a fistful of it to your face as you normally did. As strange as it may seem to some, the scent of your boyfriend helped you immensely. It allowed you to pull yourself, piece by piece, breath by breath, out of the downward spiral the sudden noise had put you in. Bill stayed in front of you, resting his hands gently on your shoulders, ready to move at a moments notice should it become too much for you. He breathes audibly, slow and deep, making sure that you can hear him, and try to mimic him. You try to, though at first, there's a stray breath or two every so often, your diaphragm jerking in response to the sudden switch back to normal breathing. A few more minutes pass, before Bill tries to speak to you again. "You okay?" His voice is soft, and as gentle as his touch. He didn't mean to upset you - then again he never did, and typically went out of his way to ensure that you were never upset as much as he could. "I'm... I'm sorry about that, I didn't think..." He explained; he knew it wasn't an excuse, but he just wanted you to know. You nod slowly; it wasn't the first time that Bill had acted impulsively like that. It happened a lot - though typically it was something more like he'd throw something up in the air, or sometimes slam a book. You'd come to accept it as part of him; however his father thought differently, though he never commented as such. Usually it was worse if you were around Ted, too. The pair bounced off of one another like nobody's business; if one started something off, the other was sure to follow in his wake.

"You feeling a little better now?" Bill asks, finally sitting down properly in front of you, rather than just crouching. You nod again. "Uh, yeah... Just, the noise, mixed with the homework, it just... It got too much..." You gesture vaguely at your two books as you speak, and Bill nods gently in reply. "I'm sorry..." He pauses briefly, "You want some help with that?" He offers, and you chuckle lightly, "What?" He asks, almost incredulously, "I mean, two minds are better-" "I know, Bill..." You cut him off, "But we're both... y'know, not always great at math..." You shrug, "So I doubt both of us working on it would help...." "Huh..." Bill sits in thought for a moment, before nodding in acceptance of your explanation. Sometimes it was difficult for him to understand maths too - so his offer had mostly been out of him wanting to alleviate you some stress, because he never liked seeing you upset or stressed. "What if... We got ice cream instead?" He suggested, "We've got a ton in the freezer... We're never going to get through it all - Missy only has one every so often, and dad never has any..." He told you, and you nodded. "Yeah, actually... that sounds really nice... I'll try finish this equation, then I'll join you..." You lean forward, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. His face splits into a wide, goofy smile. "Get me a good one, yeah?" You call after him, as he hurriedly scrambles to his feet, and dashes off to get to the freezer. "I will!" He yells back - and you know that he'll stick to his word, he always did. He was, without a doubt, the best boyfriend you could ask for.

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Renfield helps reader calm down from a panic attack by talking to and holding them or vise versa?

(Note: please don't use the 54321 method as that is counterproductive to me to the point that it's a bit triggering)

I got you anon!

Calmer

Warnings: panic attacks

Y/n felt their body shake viciously as their negative thoughts took control of them. It was very easy for them to be supper worried for Robert’s safety when he was literally working for the prince of darkness. Y/n knew he was handling everything on his own, but couldn’t help but fear the worst for him

It didn’t help that they started to develop feelings for him as well. Their heart was racing, and they felt as if they were about to vomit. As if on cue, Robert enters his studio apartment. He sees them shaking violently on the couch when he enters

“Oh my god” he quickly shuts his door, and rushes to sit by them. Once he was seated by Y/n, he hugs them. “I started to overthink. I thought you wouldn’t come back to your apartment” they said as their jaw shook as well. He begins to rub their back, and reassured them that they hadn’t need to worry about him

“I’m alright. Your alright too” he starts, but they continue to shake. “Do you want to take deep breaths with me?” He asked them. “Yeah” he stops rubbing their back, and then stopped hugging them. The two started to take slow deep breaths together

It always helped them more when he had done them with them. After a while, they calmed down. Y/n was exhausted from the panic attack. They laid down on the couch with their legs propped on his lap. He rubs their leg as a smile forms on his face. This caught their attention, so they asked why he’s smiling

“I’m just so proud of you Y/n” he looks at them as he continues to smile, and as he said those words. They smiled now, and then drifted off into a nap

-Note: I hope you like this anon!!!