80s Band Imagines

💜Steven #6- Panic Attack

Honesly, this is more Fluff than anything

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I have had a few occasions where I have had a panic attack, but I understand these are different for everyone. I do not wish to offend anyone, but this is what panic attacks are like for me.

Everything about today had overwhelmed me. It started with not being able to keep up with notes, and my professor believes that if you can't keep up, then you shouldn't be in college.
Then at lunch, I couldn't pick what to eat, and the hockey douchebags kept yelling at me.
Then tonight, I get home and was trying to organize my clothes, and then I realized that I have too many.

So that's why I'm sitting here, not being able to breathe in my and Steven's apartment. I pulled on my hair and dug my nails into my thighs, trying to find anything to focus on and get my breathing under control.

"June, Sweetheart, you home?"
Steven called from downstairs.

My sobs increased, which meant I couldn't breathe even more than before.

"June?"
Steven called, getting closer to our bedroom door.

"S-t-e"
I gasped out, stuttering through his name.
Steven threw our bedroom door open and immediately gathered me in his lap so I was straddling him.

"Shhhh, Sweetheart, it's okay."
He whispered in my ear, rocking me gently on the floor.

"S-t-t-e"

"Shh, baby, don't talk; try to breathe with me. In.......and out. Follow my breathing, Bug."
He said, holding his breath for 6 seconds, then exhaling.

I followed his breathing and held onto him for dear life. Finally, when I had my breathing under control, I pulled my head from his neck.

"Hey there, baby. You okay, Sweetheart?"
He questioned softly, tucking pieces of hair back behind my ears.

"I- yeah. I just- t-the closet. Overwhelmed."
I tried to explain.

"The clothes, Bug? That what it was?"
He questioned.

"Mhm. Bad d-day. G-got too mu-ch."
I explained, twiddling with my fingers.

"Why was it a bad day, Sweetheart?"
Steven asked, gently grabbing my hands in his own.

"B-ecause I-I couldn't d-do notes t-the pro-fess-or was t-talk-ing too fa-st."
I explained, stuttering and tears beginning to spring in my eyes.

"Hey, hey, calm down. Deep breaths. C'mon, let's go to the bed, huh? Wanna change, Sweetheart?"
He asked, helping me off the floor.

"N-need to fi-nd clothes f-first."
I stuttered out, looking around at the mess of clothes on the floor.

"It's okay, honey; I'll find you something."
Steven said quietly before placing a kiss on my forehead.

I nodded and sat on the edge of my bed while Steven grabbed some clothes for me.

"Here you go, Sweetheart. Want me to help you change?"
He asked, handing me a pair of his sweats and one of his old band shirts.

I nodded, and he smiled lightly before lifting my arms and taking off my shirt. Steven unclasped my bra before sliding on his Van Halen t-shirt. He then helped me stand and unbuttoned my jeans before sliding them off and replacing them with sweats.

"Better, baby?"
He asked after throwing my other clothes to the side.

I nodded and wrapped myself around him, needing the proximity.

"Wanna go to bed, Sweetheart?"
He asked once I finally pulled away.

I nodded, and we climbed under the covers, me being the little spoon.

"Sweetheart, I was thinking we should go out of town this weekend."
He whispered in my ear, leaving kisses on the back of my neck.

"To where babe?"
I asked, turning over to be face-to-face with him.

"I'm not sure. Just out of town. Go shopping, get a hotel, go eat fancy food, maybe make love and make too much noise."
Steven laid out, kissing my neck still.

"Babe. I love you, but we don't have to go out of town to do that."
I chuckled.

"I know. But it's so much more fun that way, though."
He joked, kissing my lips.
"C'mon, Sweetheart. Let's go to sleep."

I nodded and cuddled into Steven, my eyes closing as I drifted off into sleep.

So I know this was just a short blurb, but I feel that sometimes topics such as these are portrayed differently. And I wanted to shed some light on how I see them and from a personal experience.