Lil fun fact about adhd is a thing call echolalia. Youll find yourself mimicking sounds or words youve heard as a way to stim.
We know our lovely jacob has adhd
Now ive seen a lotta peeps makin fun of jakes come and go accent. Hear me out
Ive noticed he does it most when hes nervous. A lot of his friends are British and a lot of his favorite movies have British characters (lord of the rings) for example.
Josh has his jumpsuits as his stage presence. He can put it on and become performer Josh. And wear them hours before a show to help with nerves.
I think jakes accent is a mix of echolalia he's picked up from his peers, which helps become his stage presence (his jumpsuit so to speak) and comforts him when hes nervous.
oooooh okay so, can you do a smutty headcannon of like make up sex after an argument with the guys?
Of course! Anything for a fellow Danny girl 🤭
I tried to include a variety of arguments/makeups..so hopefully this is what you wanted 😅
😤 Smutty stuff below, so 18+ only 😤
WARNINGS: begging, oral(f receiving), a bit of praise, a bit of degradation, some crying, some cum play if you squint, daddy kink if you squint, oral(m receiving), and mentions of gagging/choking/drooling. If I missed any, I’m so sorry! 🫶🏻 also this is mostly unedited, so ignore any typos pleaseeee!
Josh:
“I’m so tired of everyone taking his side! It’s just as much my band as it is his,” he spat the words at you with venomous ire. You hadn’t intended to take Jake’s side when you mentioned that the riff sounded fine to you. The perfectionist in your sweet Joshy took over on recording days, and you knew better than to let yourself get dragged in…usually.
“Josh, I—I’ll see you at home,” you shot back, not willing to apologize when you did nothing wrong. He glared at you before crossing his arms and turning away. Fine. You gathered your things and drove home steaming mad.
A few hours passed, and you heard the front door ease open. “Baby?” He called out softly. You sat quietly, still upset with him for his outburst. His footsteps closed in before the bedroom door swung open slowly. “There you are,” he grinned, raking his fingers through his curls nervously. You raised an eyebrow at him and held a straight face before turning your attention back to the book in your lap. “I’m so sorry,” he nearly whispered, but you heard his voice crack.
“Yeah?” You asked, playing dumb and barely looking up at him as he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, climbing from the foot up towards you.
“Yes, baby…so…so..sorry,” he crooned, punctuating each word with a kiss as he trailed a line up your leg from your ankle to your knee. A smile twitched at the corner of your mouth. “Let me make it up to you?” He asked cautiously, inching higher and higher up your thighs.
“Hmmm,” you placed your finger on your chin as if you were deep in thought. “I dunno…I think I wanna hear some begging,” you smirked down at him playfully and he raised his eyebrows.
“For your forgiveness or to taste your sweet pussy?” He replied teasingly with a lazy smile oozing with confidence.
That look alone made your heart rate quicken, but you steadied yourself, putting on a bored facade and turning your attention back to your book. “You should be groveling at my feet right now, Joshua,” you said plainly.
“Oh, baby, you know I worship you. I’ll kiss the ground you walk on, if only to make you happy,” he purred, nipping at your inner thigh.
“Well, let’s hear it then,” you replied breathily. He looked up at you through his long, dark lashes and his eyes darkened a shade.
“Please, please, pleeeease,” he whined, crawling up your torso and kissing every inch of exposed skin that he encountered on the way. When he finally made it up to your neck, he sucked a spot below your ear, swirling his tongue across the red mark he left behind. “Please let me bury my face,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, “in this perfect little cunt and make you cum on my lips,” he finished with a growl. You let out a low hum of approval, and he kissed his way back down your body, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties and gently tugging them down. You reached down, tangling your fingers in his curls and guiding his face exactly where you needed him. He hummed against your slick before easing his tongue between your folds, rubbing your clit with his nose as he leisurely lapped at you, taking his time to savor you completely. Your hips bucked as he drug his flattened tongue from your slit up to your bundle of nerves, making you squirm beneath him. You clamped your thighs around his face, unable to hold in the moan that tore through you as he slid a finger into your core. He curled and uncurled his finger slowly, beckoning you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, cum pretty for me, baby,” he cooed as he worked you. You noticed the subtle movement of him rutting against the bed, and your breath hitched. Your moans got louder as the knot in your tummy coiled tighter and tighter, until you finally came undone. His eyes rolled back as you soaked his face with your release. Once he was sure you had rode it out, he pulled away with a proud look on his face as he crawled up your torso once more. “Forgive me, yet?” He leaned in and kissed your lips, pushing his tongue between them so you could taste yourself.
“I think I could use a little more persuasion,” you teased. His smile widened as he pulled away and hurriedly stripped off his clothes.
“Oh I’ll give you more,” he said haughtily, and you giggled as he eagerly climbed on top of you.
Jake:
Jake had never been what you would consider punctual, but it wasn’t like him to not at least text you and let you know when and why he’d be late. You checked your phone once more and loosed a sigh. 30 minutes was long enough, so you called over the waiter, paid your bill, tipped generously, and left.
Once you were home, you thought about calling to tell him off, but dismissed the idea, opting to take a long shower instead. As you let the warm water wash over you, your mind started to wander. Suddenly, you realized just how disappointed you were. The lack of consideration from Jake made your heart ache, even if it wasn’t like him to let you down like that. You weren’t sure when the tears started, but rushed to wipe them away when you heard the front door open.
“Baby, can I come in?” He asked tentatively from right outside the bathroom door. You hesitated, still wiping away your tears and hoping the shower disguised the redness and puffiness of your eyes.
“Yeah,” you sighed. He stepped inside silently and the shower door slid open at a snails pace, as if he was unsure of what to say. He looked distraught and regretful standing there offering you a feeble smile.
“I am so so sorry, love. I was at the studio and I guess the time got away from me,” he admitted timidly. It was like the levee holding back your tears broke once more. The stinging pain at the back of your throat had you choking back your muted sobs. “Hey, heyyy, please don’t cry,” he pleaded in a hushed tone. You shook your head, unable to even look at him right now. He quickly peeled off his clothes, carelessly piling them in the corner before stepping into the shower with you and wrapping you in his arms. He tried to soothe you by gently patting your back and making soft shh sounds like you would for a baby.
Once you were able to speak, you said, “You know, I’m not even mad, Jake.” He nodded, grateful that you weren’t angry, but clearly still concerned. “I-I just missed you,” your voice cracked, and Jake pulled you closer, diligently kissing away your tears.
“I know, baby, I know,” he reassured you, kissing your forehead as he held you tight. “I’m so sorry, but I’m here now,” he affirmed softly and you sighed, letting what was left of your barriers crumble. You looked up at him for a moment, admiring how warm his eyes appeared when they were looking at you, how his wet hair started to curl in strands around his face, and how pillowy soft his lips looked—especially when he licked them. You leaned forward, placing your palm against his sun kissed cheek and pressed your lips to his, parting yours slightly as the kiss deepened. Your tongue advanced, finding his and engaging in a intricate dance that had you feeling lightheaded. He hooked his hand under your knee, lifting it up to his hip and carefully pinning your back against the wall. He paused briefly, his stiff cock already nudging at your entrance. “Can I—” he began to ask for permission, but you interrupted him with an impatient nod as you rocked your hips forward, eliciting a breathy gasp from him as he slipped in to your core. His eyes rolled back as he bottomed out, filling and stretching your cunt in an intoxicating way
“Jake,” you moaned his name softly as he fucked you steadily, taking his time to hit all your hidden places with every thrust. Your skin prickled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a line of wet kisses across your collarbone. Your back was flush against the cool tile, which was a stark contrast to the hot water raining down on to the two of you. “Please don’t stop,” you whined, desperately digging your nails into the meat of his ass as you tried to coax him deeper. Your whole body shuddered when your orgasm exploded out of you, making your legs tremble so much that Jake had to steady you.
“Fuck,” he murmured as his thrusts started to falter slightly. Every time he felt you clench around him, he had to bite back another moan to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. He was determined to watch as you rode out your high, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he bottomed out. You moaned his name breathily, and that sent him careening over the edge he had been teetering on. He growled as his twitching cock spilled inside you, dripping down your thigh after he unsheathed. “Tomorrow, I’ll make it up to you… I promise we’ll spend the whole day together,” he managed as he caught his breath. “We can go to that one place you love…or we can do whatever you want,” he smiled down at you sweetly and you felt your cheeks flush.
“That sounds really nice…but I just want you,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, sucking his lower lip between your teeth and tugging gently. He smiled into the kiss, letting out a low rumble of a laugh as he reached back to shut off the water.
“I think I can work with that,” he purred, smirking as he slid open the shower door before abruptly scooping you up into his arms bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom. You squealed his name as you bubbled with laughter. He smacked your ass playfully before kicking the bedroom door shut behind you.
Danny:
“I told you not to book it for this fucking early,” he groaned as the Uber pulled in to the airport drop off zone.
“I don’t want to hear it, Daniel. This early would have been fine if you had gone to bed at a reasonable time like I told you to,” you spat back, grabbing your own bag from the back before he could even offer to get it for you. When you finally made it to the flight check in desk, you were told not that you were too late, which was not surprising. You managed a smile and a gracious thank you when the nice worker offered the two of you upgraded seats on the next flight. All you had to do was hang out for another couple of hours.
“Wow, it’s almost like we should have just booked the later flight to begin with,” Danny said sarcastically as he followed you towards the waiting area. You shot him a menacing look before turning to face forwards again.
“You just aren’t capable of admitting when you’re wrong, are you?” You asked with an exasperated sigh as you found a seat in the corner by a phone charger.
“I can admit that I’m wrong…I just never am,” he replied with a devilish smirk. You cringed and jerked your leg away when he placed his large hand on your knee and squeezed gently. Like hell you’d let him touch you right now. At this rate you weren’t sure you’d let him touch you ever again, you thought to yourself before pulling your AirPods out of your bag and carefully nestling them into your ears. You cycled through a few songs before finally designing to turn on the true crime podcast you friend had been begging you to listen to for months. You ignored him the rest of the time you spent waiting, finishing nearly 3 episodes before it was time to board. Once you were on the plane, you spitefully made sure to sit in the window seat. You expected to hear him complain, but weren’t bothered that he remained quiet. You put your headphones back in and fell asleep listening to music, waking up as the plane stuck the landing in the next city.
Danny picked up the rental car as you tracked down your baggage, and you rode in silence to the hotel. He dropped you off by the door, and you went to check in while he found a parking space. You handed him a key card and headed towards the elevator without explanation. He could grab the bags or you’d just worry about your suitcase tomorrow since all your immediate necessities were in your carry on. You unlocked the door to your room, loosing a sigh of relief knowing that the day was nearly over. You always hated travel days.. You sat down on the edge of the bed, clicking through the channels on the small tv until the door swung open again. Danny walked in and carelessly tossed the bags on to the extra bed with a drawn out sigh. You bit back a snarky remark, pretending that you hadn’t seen him treat your luggage so roughly. You watched as he strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. You averted your eyes as he undressed and stepped in, busying yourself with unpacking your toiletries bag.
After a few moments, he walked back out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips. “You ready to lose that attitude yet?” He asked casually, as he walked past you towards the bedroom area. You pretended to not hear him, taking the time to carefully unpack all of your skincare supplies to prepare for your nighttime routine. You didn’t hear him sneak back across the room, but you felt his calloused hands settle on your hips. You glanced up into the reflection of the mirror and audibly groaned when you saw his smirking face behind you. “I bet I know what would help,” he said suavely, leaning in to kiss and nip at your neck playfully. You hated how unfair this felt because he knew how much you loved being kissed there. You took a deep, steadying breath and decided that two could play that game.
“Yeah, what’s that?” You asked, trying to play dumb, but not doing a good job at masking the tension in your tone. Before he even had a chance to answer, you spun around abruptly to face him, digging your pointer finger into his chest as you pushed him away. “You gonna fix me with your big. magic. cock. daddy?” You said as sarcastically as you could muster, making sure to put a whine in your voice for the ‘daddy’ bit. A look of shock spread across his face, filling you with pride until the look transformed into lustful curiosity. He smiled slightly, exuding arrogance as he looked down his nose at you.
“Why are you always such a fucking brat?” He asked in a dramatically frustrated tone. He sighed loudly, like an exhausted parent as if he didn’t know what to do with you and was already tired of your shenanigans. You glanced down, surging with pride when you noticed the tent he was pitching in his pants revealing how he really felt.
“Because you drive me insane!” You shot back, playing into the drama even more by crossing your arms again and giving him your best scowl.
“Well..ditto, you mouthy bitch,” he replied so plainly that you were caught off guard. Your mouth fell open in genuine shock because as far as you knew, he’d never called you a bitch before—at least not to your face. You expected to be angry, and he probably expected you to be, too…but you strangely didn’t hate it. You still swatted at him, trying to push him away—or pretending to try anyway. Without another word, he pursed his lips and dodged your hands, bending down, gripping right above your knees and throwing you over his shoulder as he stood up in one fluid motion. You writhed and kicked, smacking his shoulder and back as you tried and failed to free yourself. He shook his head and shook with quiet laughter.
“I fucking hate you,” you ground out as he easily carried you across the room. You were honestly annoyed at how aroused you were right now, and you were even more annoyed when laughter bubbled out of you as he tossed you onto the bed. You scooted towards the headboard until you could lie back with your head on the pillows and watch him crawl up your body tauntingly slow. He used one hand to grip the waistband of your panties and yank them hard, causing the fabric to rip and fall away like tissue paper. You took a deep breath, turning your face away from him again. His breath coated your neck as he peppered kisses across the hollow of your throat, inhaling deeply before sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder just enough to wring a gasp from you and leave a faint indentation behind. You didn’t see him toss his towel, but you heard the smack of the wet material landing on the tile floor near the door.
“I hate you, too,” he whispered against the shell of your ear between kisses that trailed from your jaw down to your collarbone. Your heart raced when he used his knees to gently spread your legs open wider so he could settle between them. His index finger skated up slowly from your knee, pausing just before it found the wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. “Maybe I should fuck you like I hate you?” He mused lazily, trailing his finger up higher until he could feel the heat radiating from your core, then coming to a stop. “Maybe I should just fuck you right into the mattress so hard and deep that the headboard thumping wakes the neighbors?” He sounded amused, and you had to admit that it was a tempting offer, even if you were still annoyed with him and his antics. You tried to ignore the thought along with the dull, throbbing ache that you felt between your thighs.
“Do it then,” you challenged, jutting out your jaw and quirking an eyebrow defiantly. Without warning, he suddenly had your wrists pinned above your head with one hand while the other delicately traced the curve of your cheek. You held your breath as the tip of his cock prodded at your entrance. He paused, smirking down at you as he thrusted forward, slipping in to the hilt with a small gasp as you stretched around him.
“Fuck,” was all he could manage with his cock still buried so deep inside you. He slowly pulled out before slamming back in, over and over. The lewd sound of his skin colliding with yours filled the room. You were already sweaty and panting by the time he had started absolutely railing you into the bed, pounding into you with vicious snaps of his hips. You hadn’t noticed how quiet you had gotten until he whined, “Let it out, wanna hear you say my name…please.” The tinge of desperation urged you to cry out, whining and writhing beneath him as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him as deep as he could possibly go. Something had snapped within you, and a tidal wave of pleasure rushed over you. You nearly blacked out from the intensity, getting lost in the haze of wave after wave cresting and washing over you as he deftly fucked you through it. His name fell from your lips, causing his thrusts to become more and more erratic until you felt his body shudder as he threw his head back, moaning as he pulled out at the last second and painted your heat with his cum. He carefully reached between you, trailing his finger through the mess before bringing it to your lips. You felt delightfully naughty when you took his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean and releasing it with a pop. He smiled down at you lovingly, looking as flushed and fucked out as you felt, before hopping out of bed. You watched his cute butt jiggle as he walked away, returning quickly with his half hard cock still weeping as it bobbed through the air. He cleaned you up with a damp hand towel and tossed it to the floor before plopping down beside you with a content sigh. You curled around him and laid your head against his chest, listening as his pounding heart settled and slowed. Apologies could be shared later…for now you wanted to catch your breath and snuggle up next to the beautiful asshole beside you.
Sammy:
You made a note to turn off the auto play feature on your favorite streaming service once you realized what had happened. You debated lying and pretending you hadn’t already seen the next episode of the show you had been watching with Sammy, but you weren’t very good at dishonesty and he was way too clever not to catch on. Defeated, you decided to tell him when he got home, but you hadn’t expected him to be this upset.
After you told him, you watched as a range of emotion flooded out of. He went from confused to angry then sad before finally landing on whatever this was. It felt like a weird mixture of disappointment and surprise, and you hated yourself for being the cause. You watched as he loosed a sigh, wiggling free from his clothes and climbing into bed quietly. He settled into his usual spot, scrolling through his phone much quieter than normal. You had apologized profusely and sincerely; you had even promised that it would never happen again, but it clearly wasn’t enough to fix him. You eased into your spot beside him, not quite daring to get comfortable while you waited for something—anything to happen. After a few moments, you announced, “Sam, I don’t know how else to apologize.” You hadn’t intended to sound annoyed, but it unfortunately came out that way..
“It’s fine!” He lied, and a frustrated sigh escaped you, which pulled his attention towards you. He frowned as he said, “I guess I just thought it was something we did together, but it’s fine.” You knew it was a lie, but your heart broke because he didn’t even sound mad anymore. You rolled over to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow and flashing him a mischievous smile. He looked apprehensive, but smiled weakly anyway.
“What if I told you that I might know a way to maybe make it up to you?” You asked slyly, hoping he’d catch the hint as you snaked your hand under the blanket and let it rest on his lower tummy. He smiled weakly and shrugged. You let your hand wander further south until you reached his cock. He turned his hips away, dodging your touch entirely. “Sammy, please let me show you how sorry I am,” you whined, sticking your lower lip out in a pout while fluttering your eyelashes up at him. He rolled his eyes and sighed, but you noticed the faint twitch of the corner of his mouth. You took that as a yes and slid down his torso, pulling the covers up over your head before taking his cock in your hand and licking a stripe up the underside of it from base to tip. The tension in his body melted away, so you continued, taking his length into your mouth and taking immense pleasure from the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth. You delicately tongued the slit at the tip of his cock, using a smooth swirling motion before releasing the head with a pop. He stifled a moan, and you noticed the muscles in his abdomen flutter and twitch. You started to bob your head rhythmically, making sure to occasionally take him deeper down your throat. He lifted the blanket to watch you, reaching down with one hand to form a makeshift ponytail for you. You’d gag and choke, taking him as deep as you could and trying to ignore the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as the drool began dribbling down your chin. You used gathered it carefully with two fingers before carefully maneuvering your hand so you could gently massage his back door. He jumped at the new sensation, but easily accepted it and even moaning for you once he realized you weren’t pushing for more.
“Th-that feels good,” he stuttered as his hips bucked involuntarily, blinking every time he hit the back of your throat. You hummed as you traced small circles with your finger around his entrance, mimicking the circles your tongue was making around his sensitive tip. “Y/n,” he groaned in pleasure tensing all the muscles in his abdomen and training his eyes on you got dangerously close to the precipice of his own orgasm. “G-gonna cum,” he admitted breathily. You swallowed hard, milking his cock with your throat muscles and propelling him over the edge. You appreciated that he always warned you before he came, but you loved the look of amazement and adoration on his face when you made him spill down the back of your throat. When you pulled away, you licked your lips and he used his thumb to wipe the drool off your chin, before leaning in to kiss you passionately, slipping his tongue into your mouth and undoubtedly tasting himself there. You managed to fight the urge to climb on top of him, but you couldn’t contain the moan that rumbled out of you and into the kiss.
After begrudgingly pulling away with a sigh, you kissed the tip of his nose and giggled when he gave you a lazy smile. “If you want to go ahead and start the show, I’ll make us a pitcher of margaritas and some snacks,” you offered as sweetly as you could, hoping he wasn’t upset still. “I already selected the episode you missed,” you amended carefully.
He nodded and leaned in for one more sweet kiss, softly whispering, “I love you, y/n,” before pulling away and flashing you a goofy grin. You hurried off to the kitchen, making sure to return as quickly as possible so you could watch the show with him this time.
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disclaimer: i do not know the boys personally in any way nor do i claim to, these are situations simply pulled from my imagination and the little i've caught about their personalities.
request: n/a, i just felt like writing them for myself
warnings: in-depth descriptions of panic attacks, overstimulation (non-sexual), details of how the reader is feeling during an attack
a/n: please, please heed the warnings. as someone who deals with panic attacks personally, i was very detailed in my descriptions and i know that can be triggering. please only read if you are in a good headspace! :)
j.m.k.
I think when you and Josh first start dating, he wouldn’t have really known exactly what to do. He would try his best, using normal comforting techniques like quietly shh-ing you and rubbing your back, but usually you’d still end up crying while he held you in his arms. It made him feel powerless, and he didn’t like that. So, he started up on his research. He got books about anxiety, listened to podcasts, and watched YouTube videos of people talking about their anxiety and how it affected them. One day he came across a TikTok of someone describing what a panic attack felt like. As soon as you got home from wherever you were at the time, he ran to you and gave you a hug. You didn’t know why, but you welcomed it nonetheless. Here’s a little scenario for you:
A couple weeks into his research, something happened at work that really triggered you. You made it home, but as soon as you crossed over the threshold of your doorway, all the emotions you had been bottling up overtook you, and you collapsed to the ground. You immediately began losing control of your breathing. You were leaning against the wall of your entryway, knees drawn up to your chest, tears silently streaming down your face uncontrollably when Josh found you. He had heard you come home and knew something was wrong when you didn’t come find him. He jogged the last few steps to your side and knelt to the ground next to you. He had learned not to start bombarding you with questions like, “are you okay?” or “what happened?” so instead he tried something new. “Can I touch you?” You paused a second before responding. No one had asked you that when dealing with your panic attacks. You assessed how you were feeling and really thought about what you wanted. You nodded. He spread his legs and pulled you into his lap, so that you were leaning your back on his chest. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. He wrapped his arms around you and held your hands in both of his. “Can you feel me breathing, love?” You nodded again. “Okay. I want you to try to match your breathing to mine. When you feel my chest rise, yours should too, and fall with mine.” You nodded again, the tears still flowing freely. You were trying, so hard, to do what he asked, but you had started to sob, and it made you unable to control your breathing. “I- I- can’t, I’m- I’m sorry.” You choked out through your cries. “Shh, shh, it’s okay mama, let’s try something else. Can you tell me five things you can see?” Your breath hitched as you recognized the technique your therapist had once taught you. You didn’t know when, or where Josh had learned it, but you didn’t have the brain capacity to think about that at the time. “I- I can see, my hands.” You lifted them up in front of your face, his still interlocked with yours. “Good job, baby, keep going.” You listed off four more things around you. “You’re doing amazing, love. Can you tell me four things you can feel?” He took you through all five steps. By the time you were done, you were breathing steadily, and the tears had ceased. He placed kisses on your hairline, your forehead, and your nose. “You did amazing, angel. Now that you’re feeling better, do you want to talk about it at all? Or would you rather just watch a movie?”
j.t.k.
I think that Jake wouldn’t be inexperienced with panic attacks, I don’t why but he kind of strikes me as someone who has maybe dealt with them before. Regardless, I still don’t think he’d really say anything. I think he wouldn’t want to say anything to further trigger you and seeing you like that would fill him with such emotion he wouldn’t really be able to put anything into words. He wouldn’t be overly touchy, because he would understand that could be overstimulating. It would mostly be a lot of just sitting near you, listening, holding you when you would lean into him, just making his presence known to you so you would know he was there. A little scenario:
You were at home by yourself, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. You had been watching TV when it started, the familiar tightness in your chest. It was a very specific kind of pain. You had no idea what had triggered it, but you knew that sometimes the panic attacks would come on without warning. You tried to take deep breaths, but they came out shaky, and much quicker and shallower than you were intending. It felt like the room was closing in around you. You craved a specific type of comfort, but the only one who was able to provide it, wasn’t home. With a shaky hand, you reached for your phone on the table next to you and asked Siri to call Jake, knowing you wouldn’t have the patience to try to find his contact. He answered after only a ring. “Hey baby” he began. “Jake?” your voice cracked as you said his name. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” The tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes. “I need you” was all you were able to manage as you choked back a sob, the pain in your chest growing stronger. “Okay, I left the studio a few minutes ago, I’m almost home. Just take a few deep breaths for me, I’ll be right there.” “Please don’t hang up” you pleaded. You didn’t think you could handle being alone, even though his presence was only through the airwaves at the moment. “I won’t, love, I’m here.” He drove in silence, and you said nothing either, but the sounds of the road and the clicking of his turn signal every now and then helped to ground you. “Okay babe, I’m in the driveway. I’ll be right in.” you heard the three beeps signaling the end of the call, and a few seconds later, the sound of him opening the door and the jangle of his keys. As he came around the corner into the living room and made eye contact with you, the tears began to stream down your face. He took two big strides and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you into his arms. With one hand, he rubbed your back, and you grabbed the other one. You squeezed as the pain subsided and increased in your chest, back and forth like waves crashing into the shore, using the feeling of his warm, calloused hand in your own to ground you as the dizziness hit you. After a couple minutes, he started whispering affirmations to you, letting you know you were safe, that he was right here, he wasn’t going anywhere, and you were okay. He repeated them like a mantra into your hair. Eventually your breathing slowed, and you fell asleep in his arms.
s.f.k.
Out of all the boys, I think Sammy would be the least unnerved when you have a panic attack. I think he’d be able to completely separate his own emotions and would approach the situation with stolidness. He would see it like a problem he needs to solve. Not that he would be cold or calloused, not at all, but him being a steady rock in the situation would ground you. I think he would try to distract you, eventually using humor to pull you out when you were calmed enough. I think the first time he did this you were maybe a little confused, only because no one had ever used this tactic with you before. But eventually, it quickly became your favorite method as he grew to be your comfort person. He would also be very perceptive of your emotions, just in general, which comes greatly in handy when your anxiety would rise, especially if you were in public. Imagine this scenario:
You were at a party Sam had brought you to. His brothers, Danny, and their girlfriends were there, along with several friends and friends of friends. You had lost track of Sam at some point, and you were standing at a table littered in solo cups and various bottles of liquor, mixing up something you knew you probably wouldn’t finish. You took a few sips and glanced around the room. You had been dancing with a group of girls earlier that had long since disappeared, and you didn’t really see any familiar faces in the ground. All of a sudden, the music started to seem way too loud. You could feel the bass deep in your chest. The colored lights seemed way too bright, and you were suddenly hyper-aware of the breaths you were taking, and you could feel a wave of heat wash over you. You were becoming over-stimulated, and you knew panic would set in at any moment. Your eyes rapidly glanced around the room in a frenzy, when you made eye contact with Sam from across the room as he was taking a sip of his drink. He raised his eyebrows slightly as he took in your appearance, no longer paying attention to the people he had been engaged in a conversation with. It was like you were speaking with just your eyes. He nodded to one of the people and patted the shoulder of the other and began making his way towards you. As your eyes started to lose their focus, you felt his calloused hand grab one of yours, and begin leading you out of the room. Autopilot took over as you allowed him to lead you into what you realized was a bathroom as he turned a light on. He sat you down on the cold tile floor, leaning against the wall, and he sat down directly in front of you, leaning against the sink. Your chest started to feel like it was swelling as the panic washed over you. He grabbed both of your hands. “Hey, hey, Y/N. Look at me. I’m right here, babe, look me in my eyes” he coaxed. As soon as you met his eyes, he asked, “Has anyone ever told you how guitar strings are made?” You shook your head. He started telling you about the different metals used, and how they used to be made out of animal intestines, called “gut strings”. He took you through the whole process, occasionally reminding you to hold eye contact with him, or to take a deep breath as he, well, told you how guitar strings were made, just like he said. By the time he finished, your breathing had slowed, and your body had returned to its normal temperature. You scooted over on the floor, using your hands on the cold tile to slide you across and into his lap. You turned on your side and put your legs over one of his and laid on his chest, his arms quickly wrapping around you, holding you tight. “Thank you, Sammy” you said after a few moments. “Anytime” he answered as he kissed your forehead.
d.r.w
I think Danny’s approach would be a bit of a mixture of Josh’s and Jake’s. Maybe he wouldn’t have much to say, but he would show you he’s there for you and how much he cares. But I think he would also educate himself on panic attacks and different methods for calming someone, not only relying on what he thought would help you. His size would come to his advantage, making you feel safe and protected as he held you. Caring for you after I think would be where his sweetness shines the most, making you your favorite food or getting you ice cream, turning on your favorite show or music, and just holding you. Here’s this scenario:
You and Danny were spending your evening doing separate activities. He was reading a book at one end of the couch, and you were sprawled out on the other side, scrolling through your phone. After a few minutes, Danny noticed the rhythm of your breathing change, suddenly speeding up and the inhales becoming shallower. Something you had read had begun to cause waves of panic to wash over you, the looming feeling of impending doom becoming stronger and stronger as your chest grew tighter. Danny quickly sat down his book moved across the couch to the end you were on. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong love?” You shook your head in response, the tightness in your chest making it impossible to speak. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your breathing grew heavier. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight to him, using one of his hands to massage your scalp, tangling his fingers in your hair. With quiet whispers of “shhh” and “you’re okay” the panic eventually subsided. However, it left you completely exhausted. As you laid on the couch, curled up in a fluffy, wool blanket he had brought you from your bed, he began making you your favorite comfort meal in the kitchen. He handed you the plate, and as you held it, he wrapped his arms around you and held you in his lap while you ate. While you were eating, he began braiding your hair the way you liked to have it before you went to bed. When you finished, he picked you up and carried you bridal style, still wrapped in your blanket, to your bedroom. He sat you on the bed and unbuttoned your jeans, carefully pulling them off of you. Since you were wearing nothing under your t-shirt, he left it on you and changed into his own pajama pants. As soon as he got into bed and under the covers, you snuggled up to him, and laying your head on his chest and throwing your arm absently over his stomach. He wrapped his arms around you, and you were lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his breathing.
