#CW:panic

[bluebirbalt]

Febuwhump day Two- solitary confinement

Fandom-Hermitcraft

Cw:Panic, solitary confinement

Summary-Grian woke up in hermitcraft in a small room. At least the food is good.

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Grian woke up to the sound of people talking, confused as to where he was. He sat up, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes, before taking a glance at his surroundings. He was in a small white room, with a bed with white sheets and a pillow he was currently sitting on. The mattress wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was better than sleeping on the floor. There was a toilet and a small sink in the corner, which he grimaced at. In the front of the room, there was an iron door with a slit in it, just large enough for him to be able to stick his hand in, if he tried, and at eye level, and a small flap at the bottom of the door, no larger than his head. Grian stood out of the bed slowly, his muscles aching from the small motion, shaking his wings out, bright feathers fluttering softly to the floor. At least they aren't tied up or clipped, Grian thought, grimacing at the thought of the damage that would cause to his wings.

“Hello?” He called out, walking to the door slowly with a slight limp, glancing through the slit in the door.

“Oh! You're awake!” a familiar voice called out, coming into view on the slip of the door.

“Mumbo?!” Grain exclaimed. “Where am I? Why am I here? What is this place? Why am I here?” He asked quickly, saying everything in a single breath, starting to panic, his wings fluttering slightly.

“Take a deep breath, Grian. You're safe here.” He spoke softly, trying not to panic Grian anymore than he already is.

“But where is here?!” Grian asked, panicking even more, his wings now fluffed up as he paced around the small room he was in, if he could even call it a room.

Mumbo sighed softly. “You're on Hermitcraft season 6.” He replied, talking in the same tone as before.

“But how did I get here? The last thing I remember”-he paused, taking a breath before starting again, his voice softer. “The last thing I remember was trying to escape from Them. I don't know how I managed to get through the firewall, I just know I was panicked and tried to end up in a place where I would be safe. I guess I ended up in Hermitcraft. I just remember crash landing in a grassy field before passing out, then I woke up here. Why am I here by the way?” He asks, his voice shuddering slightly, facing the door once more as he stopped pacing halfway through speaking.

“Grian, you're here because the others don't trust you. I'm the only one here who knows you -or knew you-, and I haven't seen you in years. They don't know if you are safe to be around. I tried to tell the others you would never hurt them, I really did. Void, I'm such a spoon, I should have tried harder, I know, I'm so sorry about this. I mean, you breached through our firewalls, they don't know how dangerous you are. I'm so sorry, Grian.” He slid a bowl of soup through the door, with a piece of bread, before walking away, shaking slightly.

“Mumbo! Wait!” Grian called out, bowl of soup in one hand and bread in the other.

He sighs sitting down on the bed, eating the soup, savoring the slightly salty taste of the broth, before eating the bread, expecting it to be stale but finding it to be soft and fresh. “At least the food is good.” He muttered, before sitting there, waiting. For something, anything. But nobody came, nothing happened. He was alone again, and trapped. It reminded him of the Watchers, honestly. The way he was alone, only with his thoughts, the way he couldn't escape. He didn't even know how he got here for voids sake, how was he supposed to get out of this room. He didn't know how long he would be here, he didn't know how long its been, he didn't know what time it was. There were so many things he didn't know, and that scared him. And the fact that he was trapped, and that he was alone once again.

Sometime in his thoughts he fell asleep, the small bed uncomfortable with his wings. Only waking up to the sound of a quiet sound, opening his eyes to find another piece of bread and shiny red apple on a plate, with a glass of water next to it. How long has it been? He thought, walking to the door to pick up the food, glancing through the slit in the door but seeing nothing but a grey hallway. He sits back on the bed, the bread tasting the same as the other piece, the apple fresh and juicy.

“Mumbo?” Grian called out on a whim, not thinking he would get an answer but still hoping for one. His call was only met in silence. He shuddered softly, his wings making a quiet rustling sound, the only other sound in the room other than the sound of his heart pounding his chest and the faint hum of electricity. He really was alone again, naturally. After all, It's how he always ends up. Alone, and trapped.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

In the Heat of the Fire....

Fireman!Poe Dameron x Female Reader

Warnings: description of fire, brief mention of hospitals, mention of depressive feelings, angst, fluff mention of smut and mention of pregnancy. NSFW 18+

Word count: 2585

Summary: Your flat catches fire and you’re saved by a dashing young Fireman who then takes you under his wing when you have nothing left.

You coughed, your eyes still shut as you rolled over in bed. You frowned, unable to take a deep breath you coughed again, this time it wracked your body violently and you finally opened your eyes. At first you couldn't see anything as it was dark, but as your eyes adjusted and you woke up you could see and smell the smoke. You blinked rapidly as your eyes began to water, you got out of bed, finally seeing the orange glow under your bedroom door, you grabbed a top and held it over your mouth before opening the door. You cried out as pain flared from your palm, the door handle was so hot it made your skin blister but you didn’t have time to even register it as the fire surged towards you, licking into your bedroom like it had been starved of air.

Panic began to bubble up inside you as you backed away in horror from the roaring inferno. You opened your window coughing and spluttering the more intense smoke, you could see the blue lights below you from the fire engines and the group of people from your building. You tried to call out but your throat was so sore you could barely form words let alone shout over the noise. You saw someone break away from the crowd and grabbed a firefighter, they pointed at you vigorously as you slid down the wall and out of sight. Your chest was tight, you could feel yourself becoming light headed and the smell assaulting your nostrils was making you feel sick. The fire was making its way round your bedroom and tears began to track their way down your face as you shook with fear. You thought of your parents, your friends even your work colleagues as you felt the heat roil around you.

Is this what the desert feels like? You felt a giggle try to erupt from you but all you could was cough, each time you did your head swam and your body ached as you slouched even more. The fire was close now, the blistering heat making your turn away as it consumed your bed, billowing more smoke into the room obscuring everything from sight.

You tried to gasp as hands reached out of the smoke and grabbed you, placing a mask hurriedly over your face. You gripped onto the rough coat of the firefighter as he lifted you up in his arms.

‘Cover your face.’ You pulled the top you had completely over your face tucking yourself as close to him as you could. ‘I’ve got you.’ Pain blossomed from your burnt hand but you tried to ignore it knowing you didn’t want your grip to fail. You tensed as the heat increased, surrounding you with a blazing intensity as he carried you bravely through your burning flat. You could feel him heading down the stairs and finally the cool air of the night kissed your skin. More hands grabbed you putting you on a stretcher, asking you questions, shining lights in your sore eyes but you didn’t let go of the firefighter who had pulled you from the building. Your vision swam as he took his mask off, he was talking to someone and then suddenly he was getting in the ambulance with you. Your body started tensing all over as you convulsed on the stretcher and the last thing you heard was a paramedic shouting.

The beeping noise was annoying. It cut through your grogginess waking you up with a start as the sounds of flames roaring echoed in your mind.

‘Hey, it’s ok.’ You turned to the voice beside you as saw a guy, he had a firefighters coat on and his helmet was sat on the table next to you, his face was still dirty with soot and all you could smell was smoke. You tried to speak but you ended up coughing into your mask, you winced at the ache from your chest and you settled back down against the pillows. He cast a look over the screens around you before resting his deep brown eyes on you again. ‘The doctors will be round to talk to you soon, they’re pleased with how well you’re doing considering the amount of smoke exposure you had.’ You found yourself relaxing at the sound of his voice as you gazed at him, this was the man who saved you. You owed him your life. The door opened to your room and some doctors came in, the nurse took some blood and they spouted some information at you but you couldn’t really take it in as you searched for the firefighters for reassurance. He smiled a lopsided smile and nodded slightly letting you know he was still there and you smiled slightly back, hoping he wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

After a few days the hospital released you, the fireman, who’s name you learnt was Poe, he visited as often as he could and now he was picking you up and taking you back to the flat to see if you could salvage anything. He had warned you it wasn’t pretty and he was right. You stood outside the building, your bandaged hand aching just at the sight of the block, black soot was smeared on the brickwork from all the windows and you could see your bedroom window. Poe put a hand on your back as he surveyed the damaged building with you.

‘You don’t have to go in.’ You lent into his touch slightly as you looked at his handsome face. You’d only known him a few days but he had saved your life and was offering emotional support so you weren’t on your own. You didn’t have anyone else really, your parents lived far away, your friends were great but you mostly kept to yourself immersing yourself in work all the time.

‘I need to.’ You walked towards the door, ignoring the panic crawling over your skin making you want to run in the opposite direction. You finally made it to your flat, the smell burnt your nose as you walked around. Smoke, melted plastic and dampness all mingled into a hideous musty aroma that made you feel slightly ill. One look around told you nothing could be saved, your kitchen cupboards hung off the wall in a haphazard way, everything was burnt or smeared with soot and you knew the smell would never come out of whatever you took away. You stopped at the doorway of your bedroom, your bed was just a mass of twisted blackness and you could see the path the flames had taken. The echo of flames made you tense but suddenly Poe was there, his comforting presence washing over you as he closely watched your reaction.

‘Do you have somewhere to stay?’ He asked softly.

‘Er, no. I haven’t really thought about it. I could ask a friend I guess.’ Tears threatened to well up in your eyes and you blinked them away, not wanting to fall apart right now.

‘You’re not going to find anything here, why don’t you come back to my place? I’ve got to go to work soon so you can have the run of my flat.’

‘I barely know you.’ You said and he smiled.

‘True, but I did save your life. The least you could do is cook a meal for me,’ he said with amusement in his tone.

‘Are you being serious? Right now?’

‘Yes, perfectly serious.’ You looked at him as you stood in the ruined tatters of your life and you felt a rush of gratefulness that however roughly he’d been shoved into your life, he’d still been shoved into your life for a reason.

‘Sure. Ok. I need to go shopping though, I need clothes.’

‘Come on,’ he put an arm around your shoulders as he led you out of the burnt flat. ‘I’ll take you shopping.’

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And so the days turned into weeks and Poe had given you his spare room, you had gone back to work as you waited for the insurance money to come in and he had long shifts at the station so you didn’t see each other very often but when you did you’d watch a film and have a home cooked meal. The longer you stayed with him you could feel your affection grown for him, he was good looking, funny, cocky but kind as well. Being with him made you realise how lonely you actually were.

You were standing in the kitchen frying some chicken and peppers, the wraps warming in the oven as you grated the cheese, tonight was fajita night. The door slammed shut announcing his arrival but he didn’t stop and greet you like he usually did. He walked past you without a word and you instantly knew something was wrong, you cleaned your hands off before approaching his bedroom door.

‘Poe?’ You knocked gently but you got no response. ‘Poe? What happened?’ You steeled yourself, feeling bold you opened his door to find him kneeling on the floor, his arms wrapped around him as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He looked up at you a desperate look on his face and you knew today had been a bad day. Without thinking you got down on the floor with him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he embraced you just as roughly. His entire body shook and the words started tumbling out of him, his voice wavering as still he tried not to cry.

‘I tried, I couldn’t get to her. The fire was too much. I could hear her screaming for me and I couldn’t get to her, I couldn’t get to her,’ a sob finally choked its way out of him and you could feel wetness on your neck as his soft curls brushed against your face.

‘It’s not your fault,’ you whispered as you held him. You looked back at the door painfully aware the frying pan was on. ‘Come into the kitchen with me or dinner will be burnt.’ He got up with you and you noticed as you finished cooking he tried to stay as close to you as possible, a dark haunted look in his eyes as he watched you prepare the food. You led him to the sofa as he looked at the food on the plate but he didn’t pick it up. ‘Poe,’ he looked up at you worrying his bottom lip.

‘Can we, can you….would you sleep with me tonight?’ His eyes widened as he realised what it sounded like and he began to try and stammer his way out of it. ‘I mean...I just… comfort….just hugs….’

‘Poe. Yes I will.’ He sighed with relief and finally he started eating.

You cleared up not letting him help and he stood by the hallway as he waited for you, once you’d turned the dishwasher on he reached for you. His touch tentative as your fingertips brushed his, you studied his face and gently brushed his curls off his forehead.

‘You ready?’ He nodded and tugged you with him leading you to his bedroom. He pulled his top off but left his joggers on as he slipped into bed, you were already in loungewear so you slipped in next to him. Without hesitating he grabbed you, pulling you flush against him as his warm breath fanned over the skin of your neck. You buried your hands in his curls as you sighed softly enjoying the feel of being close to someone. You thought he was asleep at one point until his hand moved lightly down your back and causing you to arch against him. His face pulled away from you and you saw the dark look in his eyes in the dim light, your heart hammered inside your chest as you traced the lines of his face. His hand slid up your arm and traced the line of your neck burying his fingers on your hair. Your body reacted instantly, desire racing through you as the heat of his body melded with yours. His lips pressed gently against you and you couldn’t help but groan into him. The desperate need for comfort took you both over as you striped quickly, coming together in a clash of limbs, unspoken words and heated craving. You took what you needed from each other hard and fast, just lost in the feel of one another until you were both spent finally drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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And so your relationship blossomed, some days it was amazing, until the arguments started. His job took a lot out of him, having lost his own mother in a fire he seemed to have this need to save everyone he came across, more than his colleagues. He would take unnecessary risks, putting his own life on the line more than anyone else everyday. You began to fear you were losing him, and even though you respected what he did and understood why he did it you couldn’t accept the risks he was taking. You had a massive row the worst you’d ever had leaving you crying on the floor as he left for work not coming back until the next day. You stayed up all night going over the argument thinking what you could have said instead, wondering if you were being unreasonable or if he was just a reckless person with no regard for himself. The sun rose warming your legs as you sat rigid on the sofa when the front door opened. He closed it quietly and you turned to see him in his uniform.

‘I couldn’t leave it like that. I’m sorry.’ You nodded and got off the sofa, his eyes watched you wearily as you approached him.

‘I’m sorry too.’ He pulled you into a tight embrace, crushing his lips to you trying to get across how sorry he really was when a radio crackled.

‘Dameron get down here we’ve had a call.’

‘Go, just be careful.’ He smiled at you, that devilish lip sided smile you’d grown to love so much.

‘I promise I’ll be careful because now I have something to live for.’ The door shut behind him, his words still lingering in the air around you.

‘I love you,’ you whispered to the empty room.

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Rain beat down on your umbrella as you stared down at the ground, the echo of your memories tormenting you everyday. You placed a hand on your swollen belly feeling the life stirring inside you as you read the words on the stone before you, your eyes tracing them like they had a million times before. Grief gripped you tightly as tears threatened to fall, it had been 8 months without him by your side. 8 months of coming home to an empty flat. 8 months of crying yourself to sleep as you hugged his favourite clothes. And now a whole new chapter of your life yawned before you with promises of life and giggles, tiny hands and feet gripping your clothes and a little person loving you with their whole heart. But you had to do it alone.

‘I miss you Poe,’ your voice cracked as you put a hand on the headstone wishing with all your might he was still here at your side. You hated leaving him alone in the cold ground and you swore your child would know what a brave man her father was.

He’d never be forgotten.

[letmegiveyouaclulu]

I am having a panic attack, I am at work.

It sucks.

My mother is a manipulative jerk who now refuses to discuss my feelings with me unless i go to family therapy with her. Because sitting in a room and watching her manipulate a therapist is really something i wanna waste my time on. I’m not going to meet my nephew who’s about to be born because I refuse to take back telling my mother that she hurts me with her behaviour. I hate her. I hate this.

I’m shaking so much and I can’t focus. I want to go home to my boy and my cat where i’m safe.

[etcorsolus]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gaetan/Gweld (The Witcher) Characters: Gaetan (The Witcher), Gweld (The Witcher), Aiden (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: Panic Attacks, Trapped In Elevator, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pre-Slash, Getting Together Series: Part 7 of Save A Witcher Bingo Summary:

In which, Gaetan gets stuck and it's, maybe, definitely, not as bad as it seems.

For the Save a Witcher Bingo! The prompt was free space.

@save-a-witcher-bingo​

[spymeister]

Jazz's dream shifts abruptly in his recharge, the old images fading as he catches sight of a voltaicat with three heads and nine eyes out of the corner of his own optics. It just sits there and stares at him but the longer it does the more the scenery around Jazz disappears and becomes consumed by flame. A city is burning around him, bots are screaming and running everywhere and running through it is a red mech with soft curves, and two 'coat tails' that seem to float as he runs. He's covered in soot except for the trail of tears streaming down his face. There's energon on his face and hands, dents on his arms and legs in the shape of another mech's hands. Already portions of his frame are graying and as he spots Jazz he stares in horror. The scream he emits is deafening and is soon overtaken by a roar as an abyss rises up and swallows Jazz whole.

He supposes he should feel something as he stares up at the ceiling, having been awoken by... something. Instead, lets his spark thump against it's casing, thankful that he hasn't come online in a screaming fit like last time. The silence is oppressive, but it's familiar- at least. He can hear the rush of energon in his audials- the way his vents want to constrict and not let air flow.

It vaguely occurs to him that he's in the throes of a panic attack, but he feels distant. Not really connected to his frame, or grounded in it. Like there's a tether that's been snapped, or perhaps untied. Is this what it feels like? Is this shock?

Part of him idly wonders if this is what dying feels like, but that's dissuaded soon enough. He's been at that threshold often enough before to know what that icy grip consists of. Still, as his optics flick from ceiling imperfection to imperfection, he doesn't quite register the tremble of his claws- or the clatter they make on his plating.

And if coolant drips from the corners of his optics?

Well, there's no one here besides him to care, now is there?