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#Panic Attack CW

//So, as a blunt reminder: if ever in doubt of whether something is or can be triggering to someone:

fucking tag it with a trigger and/or content warning!

I was unfortunate enough to catch some untagged and rather graphic stuff regarding real life news things immediately after having woken up from PTSD-related nightmares, thus suffering a massive panic attack, got violently sick, and now have a horrible migraine as a result after having calmed down from the worst of it. 

Now I get to spend the day dissociating, and will likely have to deal with irl repercussions because my family is absolute shite about mental health issues and like to take their frustrations out on me whenever I’m already struggling more than normal. 

So, yeah… I’m not going to be here today. Because fuck this. It takes two seconds to fucking tag something to help prevent this kind of shit from happening, and some people just can’t be assed to do it. 

It’s not like my blacklist isn’t full of every fucking variation of tags that I could possibly think of to try to keep my dash safe for myself or anything. /sarcasm

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this is a continuation of the previous part. here is the masterlist.

MAJOR content warnings for child abuse (the child is now an adult, so this is not whump of a minor, but it’s been going on), panic attack, references to past abuse, physical assault, burn scars


Red was disoriented when she woke up. She blinked her eyes into focus, but didn’t recognize the room she was in. It wasn’t until she dragged her consciousness back into the waking world that she remembered where she had decided to spend the night. Red turned from her side and flopped onto her back, head rolling on the pillow to face Darrell, who was standing just off from the bed.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Red groaned. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on your bed.”

“Oh, that’s no problem,” he waved her off. “It’s big enough for two people. Listen, I have to get ready for the day because the Draask have to finalize a decision to bring to the Benkshires. I don’t think you can sit in on the formal breakfast, but if you want to go into the kitchen, you should be able to get yourself some food. Just tell the staff you’re my guest.”

“Mmkay,” Red yawned, closing her eyes again. “Do I have to get up right now?”

Darrell chuckled. “No, I’m sure we won’t run out of food.”

Darrell left Red in bed as he ventured out into the halls of the manor. He saw Igneous and June making their way downstairs.

“Hey,” he called out. “Is Frost up yet?”

“Haven’t seen him,” June responded.

“Alright, I’ll make sure he’s awake,” Darrell said, heading in the direction of Frost’s room. Just as he raised a fist to knock on the door, it opened, and Darrell was face to face with the lord’s son.

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@hollandswife asked: ok but kylux where schizo!kylo is having an episode, and hux calms him down by watching the holonet and feeding him his favorite tea and snacks? is this an entirely self indulgent request? why yes it is !

There really needs to be more fic for characters on the schizophrenic spectrum being treated with more respect! I did my best writing this as someone who is autistic/has BPD/PTSD/anxiety, so I apologise in advance if I mishandled anything! Thank you for the prompt, @hollandswife

Kylo is usually an oddball, and Hux has gotten used to this. He has his more… intense moments, and Hux is used to those, too. Usually the Knights of Ren are around to handle their Master, and Hux doesn’t have to deal with him when he has a meltdown.

It isn’t until after a few hours of prying that Hux understands Kylo is having episodes because he’s schizophrenic, and his irritation changes to tolerance, and softens to sympathy. He knows enough about trauma and anxiety to know the last thing Kylo Ren needs is something as empty, dehumanising and worthless as pity.

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Yeah he had gotten dizzy and exhausted and was just lying there half conscious which is why it took cam and Alex a moment to rouse him. He tuckered himself out from panicking, poor thing.

But yeah I could see that! I think I’ll do a angsty but soft follow-up like I usually do when something heinous happens lol, a few of you asked. 😊

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Requested by user Area_C-137 on Wattpad: Maybe you could write one where the reader is in a relationship with data and he see the reader having a panic attack and then they cuddle to make the reader feel happy
Word count: 658
Warnings/notes: Reader has a panic attack. Please do not read if that will upset or trigger you in any way!
Tag list: @just-a-teal-android, @andskysthelimit, @contemporaryfeatures, @schroedingershund, @dancingwith-thesunflowers, @sinschesters, @groovyfluxie - if you want to be added to or removed from a tag list, please let me know!

Your breathing was shallow and quick, making your head spin from lack of oxygen. Your chest felt like it was being crushed by a shuttlepod, which wasn’t helping your difficulty breathing. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you wiped them off with shaking hands. You didn’t remember what had triggered this attack, only that it happened. One minute you were fine, reading on your couch. The next, utter panic started to take over you and you felt your mind slowly lose control of your body.

You wanted it to stop. Hell, you’d do anything to make it stop. You tried to remember the breathing techniques that Doctor Crusher had told you about, but with your fuzzy mind it was hard to remember much.

“Y/N,” a voice said, sounding distance to your ringing ears.

You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped at your hair.

“Y/N, you must breathe,” the voice said, sounding closer now.

You shook your head and gasped for breath.

“You must breathe slowly. You are going to hyperventilate and pass out.”

You forced your eyes open and saw a pale-skinned figure in front of you with a yellow uniform on. Through your tears and blurred vision, you couldn’t make out who it was.

“Try to listen to my voice,” the person said, and you recognized it.

“Data?” you choked out.

“I am here, Y/N,” he replied. He gently took your hands in his and pulled them away from your head. “Please try to breathe slowly. In for five seconds, hold, and out for five seconds. Can you attempt that?”

You nodded, and as you breathed in Data started to count aloud. He only made it to three before you were exhaling sharply.

“Again,” he instructed.

You started to inhale and again, Data began to count. This time you made it to four seconds and were able to hold it for a brief moment before exhaling, slower than you had before.

“You were doing well,” Data said. “Continue.”

The two of you did this until your breathing was regulated and your head was no longer spinning. It felt heavy, though, and you leaned your forehead against Data’s chest. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you. “You were experiencing a panic attack, something you cannot control. You need not be sorry.”

You nodded slightly. “Thank you for helping me.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” you replied. “Thank you.”

“I am pleased you are feeling better,” he said. “I was on my way to Ten Forward and thought you might wish to join me. When you did not answer, I had the computer locate you and found you here.”

“Well, thank God you did that. I don’t know how long it would have taken me to calm down if you hadn’t shown up.”

Data tilted his head. “God had nothing to do with my being here.”

You cracked a small smile. “It’s an expression, Data.”

“Ah. I see. Well, thank God you are all right.”

You looked up at him, your smile widening slightly. “Thank you.”

He nodded curtly. “Is there some activity you wish to do?”

You bit your lip slightly. “Could we just stay here and cuddle for a while? I… I need to be held.”

“That would be acceptable,” Data replied. “Couch or bed?”

“Bed,” you said.

Data led you to your bed and pulled the covers back. The two of you climbed in and he lay on his back. You curled up next to him, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“Would you like to speak or remain silent?” he asked.

“Can you tell me about your day?” you requested. “It’ll help me relax.”

As Data recalled the exact events of his day, you snuggled into his chest and sighed. You focused on his voice, the sound of it bringing peace to your thoughts.

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And it’s a cedar chest that’s probably four feet by two and a half, so he wouldn’t even be able to stretch his legs out. And the panicking from feeling like he can’t breathe and like he’s being buried alive made his air go stale faster, it’s a dense wood trunk not meant to have living cargo.

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Zee’s “trust” in Cam was pretty non-existent for the first month or so because he was just mean as hell. It slowly grew into something tentative. I’d say it’s still pretty shaky but they have good moments more and more. It could be lost entirely if Cam went back on things he’s previously drawn the line at. Liiike not calling off the guys for something really bad. Like locking him in a cedar trunk in the cellar thing, even when he’s actively having a panic attack as they’re shoving him inside it.

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Aw, this is not a stupid question lol. Cams dad taught him to check vitals. he was checking z’s pulse, mostly as a way to initiate touch and calm him down. :) i could see Cam having some severe anxiety growing up, maybe he’s felt that way before. he isnt flippant or dismissive about Z’s panic attack, like he often is about other things he doesnt understand.

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i got tagged by @kayromantic for one of these “post the last line of your wip” thingies so here ya go. after a few months of more or less continuous writers block, the beauty of forrest long looking softly at alex manes when he sits at his table at open mic night inspired me and now i’m finally writing again. so here’s another forlex date (after the second date fic i wrote here):

“Do you think we could move this makeout session somewhere a bit more comfortable?” Forrest’s eyes drift over Alex’s shoulder to his front door.

    In that moment, he feels Alex’s body tense up. Forrest’s hands are tangled in the hem of his sweater, in the middle of making their way to find the warm skin underneath when he realizes his words have caused Alex to retreat back inside himself. It’s a habit he’s been clocking each time since the panic attack on their first date, always trying to ensure he isn’t contributing to Alex’s triggers. 

    “You know what? I actually love making out in cars. I haven’t done it in a long time. It feels like being a teenager again.”

tagging all my forlex pals @alexmanes @insidious-intent @daffietjuh @caitlesshea @spaceskam and anyone else who is secretly or not-so-secretly on the forlex train!

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𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑬𝒅𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝑮𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒅

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑔 / 𝑁𝑜𝑛-𝑅𝑝 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩

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funny thing: I’ve been teetering over the edge of a panick attack this whole day cause I had a fucking form with a deadline to submit, which I did – four minutes before the deadline (factoring in the difference the British summer time makes which I hope I got right). It’s still missing a one piece of buerocracy which I won’t be able to get until monday and I haven’t done any proper studying for a test on the same monday. All in all, I am deeply unequiped in this world

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wow, so that was the first episode that i have actually had to stop listening to in the middle of because i was crying so hard. apparently having one of your own biggest fears deposited directly into your ears will do that to you

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