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The Thing About Being a CNA

Let’s get the most common one out of the way: We change diapers.

We also brush their teeth, bathe them, feed them, help them change clothes, etc. We assist them with just about anything they request (be it safe for them and within legal/monetary/moral limits).

Sometimes they hit us. Why? Usually they have some form of dementia. They do not understand what is happening and they freak out. Or other times they can be alert and oriented but they are angry that they are “a fucking vegetable now”. So they lash out. (I like to believe that they usually feel bad about this afterwards– regardless of mental state.)

Other times, they say thank you.

After a while of having you as an aide they build a relationship with you and form trust. After all, you see them naked on a daily basis and you are literally the hand that feeds them. They start to tell you their life stories (if they remember them). You meet family members as time goes on and they make their daily, weekly, monthly, yearly visits.

A resident starts to love you. You hold their hand when they are scared and hug them when they cry. They make a place in your heart. They become unofficial family members.

That’s the thing about being a CNA. It’s hard work. Nothing is glamorous. You are underpaid and overworked. But you aren’t a CNA for the wages. You are a CNA because of those relationships that you crave so much. You have so much love in your heart that you have to spread it around.

CNA to CNA: We are tough outside but soft on the inside.

anonymous asked:

Prison AU: inmate dan becomes officer Phil's personal fuck toy at the prison.

Warning!! Smut: Inmate! Dan, guard! Phil, dom! Phil, sub! Dan, degradation, feminization, spanking, choking, daddy kink, hand jobs, blow jobs, closet sex, etc etc.

~Dan was told many things whenever he was first put into prison. He was told he would lose weight, eat less, exercise more, have to fight more, cigarettes were considered currency, all the usual stuff you’d be told before going to prison. No one, however, told him one thing in particular: That he would be a prison bitch.

~Dan had always known he was gay on some level, and didn’t much care for the idea of unconsented sexual relationships in prison, which he had also been warned about beforehand. But he wasn’t just a prison bitch to another prisoner, no of course not, a guard had claimed him.

~Phil Lester was a well respected officer, he had been working here for a few years and everyone was proud of him for his years of diligent hard work. He was a man of secrecy though, kept to himself most often, about many things, including his love life. Many of his coworkers had in the past asked him about his love life, but he never spoke about it. Again, being a man of secrecy, his love life fell under that veil.

~Dan had met Phil during his first year in. He knew who he was from the moment he saw him, the blue eyes strikingly familiar in a way that made his stomach knot up with old feeling swelling up. They had been together in high school, breaking up just before graduation due to having different career path choices, and different college choices. So they had decided it best for their relationship to just break up before making things too complicated.

~Phil was doing rounds, bunk checks were regular after an incident that happened a few weeks past. He looked through each bunk thoroughly, walking through the narrow hall and going into each one to check individually. He slowly walked in bunk 13, meeting his eyes with a pair of familiar brown eyes he hadn’t seen since he spent two years looking into them daily. Dan Howell.

~Phil smirked, deciding to play fun at their chance to catch up. “Inmate. What are you in for?” He asked, leaning on the cement frame of the small room and looking around to make sure no one noticed them before meeting his eyes back with Dan’s. “Vandalism. Mom had some asshole boyfriend start beating her, I destroyed his house, car, work area, everywhere I could. I wanted to destroy him like he had been destroying mom.”  

~Phil chuckled quietly, smiling fondly. “So. You still the same old mama’s boy I see.” He smirked. Dan scoffed softly, rolling his eyes and crossing his legs on his mattress, looking up at Phil with a grin. “Shut up.” He hummed. “I got three years for it too. In my opinion, totally worth it.”

~Phil nodded, looking around as the rest of the prisoners moved to the lunch area. No one would mind if he held Dan up, after all, he was an officer, he could do as he liked to the prisoners pretty much. He walked over and sat by him, smiling. “I haven’t seen you in so long.”

~Dan chuckled softly and nodded, looking at him. “Yeah. I haven’t seen you since you tore my heart out and stomped on it.” He murmured a little. “Seriously? Dan we aren’t 17 anymore you cannot still be brooding over me leaving you. I was going to a school 4 hours away from you. It would have been too hard!” He sighed, placing a hand on Dan’s thigh. “You know I loved you. I cried the whole time because I didn’t wanna leave. I loved you too much.”

~Dan sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back. “You shouldn’t touch me. Even talking to me so intimately could cost you your job.” He sighed again, his tone a little sad. “I got suspended for you four times in a year, lost two jobs over you, and gotten a teacher fired for you just because my dad is a lawyer. Danny, as it was before, it’d be worth it to lose a job over you.”

~Dan smiled softly, his dimple popping out and a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “I haven’t been called Danny in a  very long time. Especially not by a guy so cute.” He hummed, swaying a little from side to side and nudging Phil.

~Phil chuckled softly, glancing around again just for safety before leaning in and pecking Dan’s cheek. “I’ve missed you. And you’re flirting.” He smiled. “Oh the flirting can get much worse. Have I ever said how much I love a man in uniform? Although, looking good in the uniform isn’t the challenge. Looking good with it off is. And I can guarantee you look damn good with it off.” He smiled bashfully at his own flirting, leaning his head on Phil’s shoulder.

~Phil laughed quietly, shaking his head and kissing his hair softly. “Why does this feel so familiar? I feel like I’m 17 again and my boyfriend is trying to get into my pants after homecoming.” He laughed.

~Dan smiled sweetly. “It does feel familiar doesn’t it?” He agreed, feeling Phil’s fingers lace with his own. “Even after all these years when you touch me I get butterflies…” He smiled, nuzzling his neck a little. “That your way of telling me you got a boner or something?” Phil snickered, feeling Dan shove him over, his laugh ringing in his ears.

~Phil smiled in adoration as they calmed down from their mutual laughter, letting Dan settle back against him before taking his hand in his own once more. “You know, orange really isn’t your color.” He commented. “And what do you suppose I do about it? It’s the only attire I’ll be allowed to wear for the next few years.” He chuckled, this time a bit sadly.

~Phil smirked again, squeezing his hand. “You could just take it off sometimes. Preferably when you’re with me.” He suggested, only half kidding. “You just miss my ass don’t you?” Dan smirked back, going along with his flirting. “Oh fuck yes I did.” Phil laughed, almost snorting. “I have to admit, it to this day is the best ass I’ve ever gotten. Probably because I love the person attached to it so much..” He smiled.

~Dan flushed pink, giggling quietly and looking up at him, moving into his lap and starting to play with his hair. “I never really got over you either, as cheesey as it may sound.” He bit his lip, and Phil felt the same butterflies in his stomach he got the day he had first kissed Dan. He was so pretty, he hadn’t aged a day. Granted it had only been a few years, but still. He was just as breathtaking a sPhil remembered him to be.

~Phil smiled at him, his hopes raising. He knew he couldn’t make a relationship with Dan again, not with him being in prison and all. But he could, at the very least, get to know him again. “Yeah?” He asked, seeing Dan nod. “Yeah..” He said.

~They were dangerously close, close enough that Phil could lean in not even an inch and close the gap between them with ease. His hands shook, he could get fired and he did love this job, he didn’t want to get fired by any means. But the way Dan looked, his hair curly and longer than it used to be, his big brown doe eyes burning into him, his lips soft and pink, the bottom caught between his teeth; he was down right irresistible, and so, on impulse, he leaned in and kissed Dan with all the passion, lust, and love he had harbored for him all these years.

~Dan kissed back with the same ferocity, lips and tongue and teeth clashing in a messy, heated kiss. His eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, his fingers tugging at Phil’s hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

~Phil noticed his hands starting to wander, unable to care, gripping the ass he has been still getting off to to this day. He slid his tongue along Dan’s, exploring his mouth as if he never had before, trailing over to kiss his jawline and his neck.

~Dan leaned to the side, his eyes fluttering shut and a soft moan escaping his lips. “You’re neck is still such a fucking g-spot for you huh baby boy?” He purred, nipping and sucking, but not leaving marks. Dan was letting out soft moans, the room quiet all except for Dan’s panting  and breathy moaning. “Please..” He begged quietly, desperate to be silent but knowing it was going to be nearly impossible, especially for him.

~Phil smirked against his pale skin, dragging his teeth over a vein in his neck and chuckling. “You gonna beg me baby? Beg for my cock like the slut you always are for me?” He asked, starting to unbutton Dan’s jumpsuit. Sure, they could be caught, sure this was wrong, sure this could cost him his job; But looking at Dan, his shirt halfway undone, his cock straining against his slightly chubby stomach, his eyes shut and moans slipping past his lips, Phil was reminded of just how much he didn’t care.

~Phil caught his lips for another rough kiss, slipping his hand down to grip Dan’s cock, stroking slowly. Dan nipped Phil’s bottom lip, tugging softly before moaning again, thankful everyone was at lunch and no one was around to hear the whorish noises he was making. “I’m barely even touching you.” Phil smirked. “And you’re already so close aren’t you?” He asked, speeding up his movements, swiping over the head of his cock with his thumb and collecting the beading precum.

~Dan whimpered, nodding half heartedly as he desperately bucked up his hips, trying to get more, Phil’s slow pace so delicious but so damn torturous. “More.” He begged again, leaning his head back and bucking his hips to no avail, Phil holding them down with force. “What do you want baby?” He asked, removing his hand from Dan and hearing him whine loudly at the loss, his hips still bucking up in desperation, trying to get friction to his throbbing cock.

~Dan whined again, finally relenting in understanding that Phil wouldn’t do anymore to him until he begged. And so as many times before, he dropped all pride, and begged like a whore for his rightful owner to fuck him senseless. “Please sir fuck me please! No one can make me cum like you do, please daddy, please I’ll do anything!” Tears fell past his eyes, he was so easy to work up and Phil would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

~Phil smirked smugly, nodding and kissing him briefly, slipping a key into his hand. “There’s a closet down the hall. Everyone else will be outside in the yard. I’ll be there in a moment.” He instructed. “I want you naked and stretched by the time I’m in there and if you aren’t? I’ll spank that perfect ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for the next week.” He finished and Dan nodded eagerly, getting up off his lap and dashing down the hall to do as told.

~Phil waited for some time to pass before making his way down to where he knew Dan was at, opening the door and smirking to himself. It was dimly lit, the window on the door covered, but most notable of this all was Dan. Dan who was bent over a small table, three fingers inside himself, stretching himself open and moaning loudly.

~Phil walked over, slapping Dan;s ass hard and making him squeak. “You better shut the fuck up slut. Or everyone in this damn prison is going to hear you acting like a fucking whore for me. Do you want tha Danny? Knowing you I bet you would. Everyone here to know your ass belongs to me, that pretty pink cunt is for me and me only to stretch open and fucking ruin.” he smacked his ass again, gripping the soft skin. “Isn’t that right baby?” He asked.

~Dan only moaned in response, feeling another harsh slap to his ass after he didn’t respond properly. “Fuck! Yes yes you’re right daddy! I want everyone to know I’m yours.” He admitted.

~Phil chuckled, flipping Dan around and pushing him to his knees. “No lube baby. Guess you’ll just have to get my cock wet enough with that beautiful mouth of yours.” He smirked, lifting Dan’s chin to make eye contact.

~Dan nodded, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans as quick as his fingers would let him. He tugged down his pants, mouthing over him through his boxers slowly. He kept looking up at Phil, wide innocent eyes, as if he was doing nothing arousing whatsoever. Phil groaned quietly, the cold air hitting his hard cock as Dan pulled him free from his boxers.

~Dan slowly licked up the side, putting on a show almost, wanting to do his absolute best, but still be a tease in the process. He swirled his tongue around his tip, wrapping his lips around him and slowly bobbing down. He kept a slow pace, taking Phil into his mouth and swiping his tongue over his slit every time he came back up.

~Phil tangled his fingers into Dan’s hair, pushing him down with force and watching Dan hollowing his cheeks to accommodate him, speeding up his movements. Dan bobbed his head quickly, his tongue working over every inch of his cock, making sure he’d be slicked up enough to fuck him painlessly before Phil pulled him off. He wiped the spit dripping from his mouth, the taste of precum stuck to his tongue in a way that made him even more desperate to be filled up and fucked hard.

~Phil pulled him up by the hair, pushing him over the desk and smacking his ass once more. He slowly rubbed his tip over his slightly gaping hole, pushing in just the tip before pulling out again. “You know the drill, I’m sure..” He smirked.

~Dan whimpered, looking back at him and blinking, his lips parted and his thighs starting to shake, his breathing unsteady. “Daddy please..I love being your toy. Letting you fuck me, mark me, break me, cum deep inside me. Please. Make me yours.” He whined, and that was all it took for Phil to slam in.

~Dan cried out, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes, pain and pleasure, along with his tears, clouding his vision as he looked back at Phil. He rocked his hips back, letting himself adjust but wanting more already. Phil smirked, pulling out and slamming back in not too long after, another loud and whiny moan passing Dan’s parted lips.

~Phil gripped his ass, watching himself slide in and out of the younger male, his hips pushing back against him with each hard thrust. “So good for me baby..” He gripped with both hands, kneading his ass as he sped up his thrusts, steadily slamming into him over and over again, his hips hitting against Dan’s ass with each rough thrust into him.

~Dan was struggling to stay silent, moaning loudly, the whole room smelling of sex, and the only noise to be heard in the whole area his loud, porn star moaning. Phil leaning forward, wrapping his hand around Dan’s throat and choking him. “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed, listening to Dan choke on his own moans, silencing significantly but still sounding beautiful with his symphony of whorish moans.

~Phil kept slamming in, hitting his prostate dead on each time with precision, as if he still knew exactly where to hit to drive Dan wild. “You sound like such a fucking whore all for me baby..” He leaned down to bite his earlobe, smirking. “Letting me fuck your pretty little cunt, making such loud noises for me baby. How did I ever get so lucky?” He praised, listening to Dan have to stifle another loud moan, the pressure on his throat increasing along with his arousal from what Phil was saying.

~Phil tugged down softly at his earlobe, tightening his grip on his throat as he grew closer, the pressure building in his lower stomach. He let go of Dam’s throat, hearing him gasp and moan as he tried to get his breath back. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Dan’s cock tightly and stroking in time with his harsh erratic thrusts.

~Dan cried out, getting louder as the same heat built in his stomach, signifying he was getting closer with every hard thrust against his spot and every harsh tug on his leaking cock. He moaned loudly, hearing Phil let out a soft noise under his breath, coming hard inside of the younger male.

~Phil panted gasping a little as he came hard inside of him, thrusting through his orgasm and feeling Dan tighten around him, the younger male closing his eyes and letting out a long drawn out moan as he came as well, bucking his hips into Phil’s hand to ride out his own orgasm.

~After they had both calmed down they laid against each other, naked and in a small cramped closet, breathing heavy. Eventually they started getting dressed, kissing and saying quick goodbyes since everyone was going to come in soon.

~Dan walked away, a smile on his face and putting his hand in his jumpsuit pockets, feeling a slip of paper in his pocket. He opened it and smiled even wider. “I missed you. Maybe we could do this again sometime?” 

A/N: Alright. I wrote this while my little brothers were all next to me playing video games on my tv. So, I’m going to hell, essentially. I hope you like this! It’s 2.9 k of dirtiness. I’ve been watching OITNB lately so this was written literally bc of that not gonna lie.

kink: the feeling you get when you drink cold water

Slow Hands - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 6,721

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Hair Pulling, Choking, Face Riding, Boob Jobs, Shower Sex, Making out on the Couch

Notes: STUART WEEK. STUART WEEK. Thank you @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski for giving us these times to focus on cuties like Stuart. As thanks, I give you the opportunity to bathe in holy water because… Stuart is a dirty little shit. Also a big thanks to @minhosmeanhoe because she was a babe and proofread this for me while I was on my way home! I love youuuuuu. PS This was a request. 

Request: could you maybe do a smut with stuart twombly based off the song “strip that down” or “slow hands” i dont like 1d but i heard them and i’m like “ooh so sexual i know just the right person” and now i’m here. thanks💕💕

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Word Count: 2016


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||Anxiety Attack|| Theo Raeken Imagine

{Requested: Hey. can u please write a really fluffy theo imagine where the reader gets really anxious/has an anxiety attack? these type of imagines really help me cope with my anxiety and seeing characters that i love being so accepting helps me think that my friends will be too. thank u!}

“Oh god, I’m sorry-”
“(Y/N), I’m the one who bumped into you, stop apologizing."Theo mumbled as he wrapped his left arm around my shoulders.
"Heh, sorry about that- oh god sorry-"I started to say before I saw Theo grabbed my hands.
"Are you okay?"He asked, turning to me.
I shut my eyes tightly, looking down as I steadied my breath.
"Yeah, I’m good."I answered, trying to calm down.
"Are you having a panic attack?"He asked, making me shake my head.
"No, no, I’m good.’‘I answered, biting down on the inside of my cheeks.
I looked up to see Theo with concern written all over his face.
"Did something happen at home?"Theo asked.
I shook my head no, making him frown.
"Don’t lie to me (Y/N)."He warned.
"I had a fight with my dad today. He said I was weak and over exaggerating when I told him that I didn’t feel stable enough to come to school. I of course believed him, but I’m not trying to exaggerate."I explained, making his face soften.
"That man still doesn’t understand, does he?"Theo asked, clenching his jaw.
"It’s our first day of our last semester of high school and that asshole already ruined your morning."Theo grumbled.
I let out a shaky breath as Theo and I walked to our first class. He and I sat in the front, knowing I liked to sit right next to the teacher. He rubbed my back as the rest of the students walked in, making me lower my head. Stiles and Scott stopped in front of our table, making me look up at them.
"Ready for our first class?"Stiles asked, ecstatic.
"Yeah, always ready."I answered, smiling lightheartedly.
Scott frowned, immediately looking at Theo. I watched as they exchanged looks before both looking at me.
"Glad to hear you’re ready, wish I had that confidence."Scott spoke up.
"You know me, always confident…"I mumbled, fake laughing.
Oh my god, did I really say that? Dammit (Y/N), now they surely know that you’re not okay.
Suddenly the teacher walked in, making everyone sit in their seats.
"Good morning class, I’m Mrs.Bennett."Our teacher spoke up, making me look up at her with timid eyes.
She looked around the class until she looked directly at me, her eyes softening as she realized my tired and fearful expression. She cleared her throat before looking down at the paper in her hands.
"I actually have a seating chart ready-”
“Ughhhh!"The whole class groaned.
"I know, I know. I’m sorry but next month you’ll get to choose your own spot."She muttered before walking over to my seat.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!“Mrs.Bennet yelled, pointing at my seat.
I raised my hand slightly, making her smile gently.
"Perfect, you’re already sitting here."She mumbled.
As soon as she pointed at Theo’s seat, Theo jumped to his feet.
"Actually Mrs.Bennett, I need to be next to (Y/N)."Theo spoke up, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"Cute, as much as it kills me to keep you two lovebirds away from each other, I have to."She answered, making Theo’s smile falter.
"Mam, I mean it. I need to her next to her for the sake of-”
“Look sir, I don’t want any trouble, especially not in the first day. Please stop arguing with me and let me continue with the seating chart."Mrs.Bennett grumbled, making Theo glare.
"No, I don’t think you get it. When I mean I need to sit next to her, I mean I literally have to be by her side."Theo argued.
Mrs.Bennett clenched her jaw, ignoring Theo.
"Bree Bennett."Mrs.Bennett said, making me freeze.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bree, I just hated being near people I knew nothing about. I’ve seen her in the halls and she seems pretty nice, when she’s not spreading rumors and intentionally ruining lives.
"Yeah, I don’t think so."Theo muttered, sitting back down.
"If you don’t move by the time Bree makes it to the front of the classroom, you’re going directly to the principles office."Mrs.Bennett warned.
"Theo, it’s okay."I mumbled, fidgeting with my fingers as my foot moved up and down rapidly.
I hate conflict of any sort, which is why Theo made it his duty to keep me away from the supernatural and protect me. By now Bree was already standing by Theo.
"Cmon your girlfriend can survive 45 minutes without you, and if she can’t then I’m sorry she’s pathetic because she needs a guy to baby her-”
“If you keep talking, I won’t hesitate to shut you up with my fist."Theo threatened, making my eyes widen.
"What kind of guy hits girls?"Bree asked, glaring at him.
"Well I’m not so sure you’re a girl anymore, the amount of guys you slept with-"Theo started to say but was cut off by Mrs.Bennett shouting at him.
"Go to the office, now!"She yelled, fuming.
Theo looked over to me and looked to see if it was okay for him to leave. I looked up at nodded.
"I’m sorry."I mouthed, making him pout.
"Stop saying sorry (Y/N)…"He mumbled before walking out the door.
The rest of the class went by slowly and agonizingly. There was tension between Bree and I, so much I felt the need to hold my breath for as long as I could. I tried to focus on what Mrs.Bennett was saying but the thoughts popping up in my head kept distracting me. Theo’s in trouble because of me, my dad is becoming more violent and I still have to walk back into that horrible house. I was on edge and anyone who had functioning eyes could see. I was so on edge, Stiles had to throw his pencil at me. Once the pencil hit me, I snapped my head to see him with furrowed eyebrows and a concerned facial expression.
"Are you okay?"He mouthed.
I tilted my head, trying to pretend as if I didn’t know why he was concerned. He pointed to my leg which was bouncing even faster than before. It was only then that I realized that I had hurt my thumb by digging my nails into it and sliding them on my thumb.
"Can you please stop?"Bree spat, making me look at her with fear.
"I’m sorry?"I spoke up, confused.
"Moving your damn foot, it’s distracting."Bree muttered, making me slide my sharp nails against my thumb even rougher than before.
"I um- I- I’m sorry-”
“Let me guess, you can’t. Quit being an attention seeking bitch, people like you disgust me."Bree muttered, making my eyes tear up.
"She’s not an attention seeker."Scott and Stiles spoke up.
"The only bitch in this class is you Bree so do us a favor and shut up!"Stiles spat, making Mrs.Bennett turn around.
"Watch your mouth."She warned, making Scott scoff.
"So when she insults (Y/N) you don’t say anything but when Stiles defend (Y/N), now you jump in."Scott muttered.
"Sounds like favoritism."Stiles added.
By now my foot was stomping down on the floor so fast that I was starting to get tired. The back and forth bickering only managed to make me more upset, and it didn’t help that the words my father told me this morning kept playing and playing in my mind. I needed to get out, I needed air. I suddenly started to gasp quietly for air, slamming my fist down onto my thigh as I looked for the door. Out of nowhere, I felt hands on my shoulders before I was shoved onto the floor. This pushed me over the edge as suddenly the image of my dad standing in front of me appeared, making me back away as I struggled to breathe. My legs and arms went numb as I blinked a couple times. Soon I was met with stares from the whole class. I need to get out now, I need to fucking get out of here. As soon as the door opened, Theo rushed in and helped me up to my feet. He dragged me out of the classroom while Stiles started to cuss at Bree and Scott argued with the teacher.
”(Y/N) what’s wrong with you?“Theo asked, pulling me into the nearest empty classroom.
I shut my eyes close as Theo finally realized heard my palpitations. Tears falling as I stumbled into the corner, grabbing onto my hair as I slid down a wall.
"Breathe baby, breathe."Theo whispered, making sure to not touch me.
"Is it okay if I grab your hands or face?"He asked, making me shake my head no as I started to sob loudly.
"Can I rub your back?"He asked, making me nod.
The way he gently rubbed my back made me feel more relaxed and calm.
"Can you look at me please?"He asked.
I ignored him and proceeded to gasp for air as dug my nails into my scalp, my eyes shut tightly.
”(Y/N), please look at me.“Theo begged, but I didn’t listen.
”(Y/N) I need you to look at me.“Theo muttered.
I finally looked up at him with tears bloodshot eyes.
"How many fingers do I have up."He asked, holding up 4.
"4."I managed to choke out.
"Good job, you got it right. Now how many fingers do I have up?"He asked.
"10."I answered, still palpitating.
"Fantastic, you got it right. Of course you would, you’re a smart woman."He mumbled as tears stopped running down my cheeks.
"Now I need you to breathe in and then out every time I say a number. I’m going to count to ten, okay?"He asked, making me nod.
"10…9….8…7…6…5…4…3…2… and 1."He whispered as I did as I was told to.
Theo managed to help my breathing slow down, which I was thankful for.
"You’re doing great (Y/N)."Theo addressed, rubbing my back soothingly.
"What’s your name?"He asked.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N).“I answered, calming down.
"Where are you from?"He asked.
"I’m from some fucked up place called Beacon Hills."I mumbled, making him chuckle.
I let out a shaky breath before slowly looking up to see Theo staring down at me.
"How’re you feeling?"He asked.
"Ok."I answered, inhaling slowly.
"Good, good."He mumbled, running his fingers trough my hair.
I looked around and started laughing slightly, making Theo furrow his eyebrows.
"I hate being this dramatic, I’m sorry."I muttered, smiling sadly.
Theo sighed and shook his head disappointingly, I didn’t blame him. I was disappointed with myself too.
(Theo’s P.O.V)
"You really can’t stop saying sorry, can’t you?"I asked, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"That’s what you were disappointed about and you’re barely finding that out?"She asked, shocked.
"I’m not disappointed, I just finally realized you physically can’t stop saying sorry."I answered, shrugging.
"So you’re not mad or disappointed for what happened?"She asked, making my smile falter.
"Anxiety attacks are absolutely awful and hard to avoid, why would I be mad at you for having one? If anything, I’m mad at myself for not being able to help you out as much as I wish I could."I answered.
"You being by my side and helping me calm down is the best thing anyone could do for me. Thank you for helping me through them."She mumbled, resting her head against my shoulder.
"Do you feel good enough to go back to class or do you want to skip school the rest of the day and relax-”
“Skipping class gives me anxiety, skipping school is worse. I’d rather just go back to class."She muttered.
"Class it is."I muttered, helping her up to her feet.
We both walked back to class, (Y/N) immediately tensing up as all eyes landed on us.
"You’re okay."I whispered, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"I’m okay."She mumbled, eyes wide with fear.
"I love you."I reminded her as we sat in the back of the classroom.
Her grip on my hand softened, as she looked up at me with soft glossy eyes.
"I love you too."She stated, smiling warmly at me.
Luckily Mrs.Bennett didn’t say anything and kept going on with her boring lesson. The rest of the class (Y/N) kept listening to Mrs.Bennet go on with whatever the hell she was talking about while I stared intently at her. She definitely felt better than when class started, better than when she was having her anxiety attack. The girl in front of us passed me a note, making me confused. I opened it and instantly recognized the handwriting. The note asked if (Y/N) was okay, making me look up to the front of the class to see Scott looking tapping his ear. I instantly figured out what he was trying to say.
"She had an anxiety attack."I whispered, only audible for Scott to hear.
"Is she okay now?"I heard Scott ask.
I looked over to see (Y/N) grinning as she laughed at a joke the teacher said. I grinned widely at her, feeling my heart flutter as her grin grew wider, squinting her eyes.
"Yeah, she’s okay."————————————————————•
If someone you know has an anxiety attack or panic attack please don’t touch them without asking them. If you touch them without asking, you could make them feel uncomfortable/ worse. If they do let you touch them then try to help them sit down on the floor and rub their back or do something you know would help them relax. Ask them simple questions to help them focus on something else to distract them from the awful feeling of panic/anxiety. If they can’t answer simple questions, don’t get frustrated twirl them because you will only make them feel worse. Instead ask them yes or no questions and please be patient. Have a wonderful day everyone!

So, my mom has both chickens and ducks and their runs are right beside each other. The ducks are deeply stupid creatures as ducks are wont to be. One of them, Suzy, decided it was time for her to give motherhood a shot and, well, she was a decent sitter but only one of her progeny made it. Two eggs hatched, a little yellow duckling that had a very brief existence, and Chuck.

Chuck is… not like their mother. Chuck is different. In the gentlest possible terms Chuck is, well, a chick. Now Suzy tries but there are some important differences between chickens and ducks. Most important of all is that chickens sleep at night. It gets dark and chickens are fucking done. They retreat to their coops or fly up in their trees and get their nap on. Ducks party all night long and fear no gods.

Anyway, if you go to my parents house between  dusk and dawn you will hear the ceaseless alarmed peeping of a baby trying to explain to their mother what a bedtime is.


damaged like us moments + friendships/family | maximoff hale and charlie keating cobalt

“Are you really sitting there and blaming me for your own lack of empathy?” I say, dumbfounded.
“I’m making an observation,” he says. “And second, I do care. It’s why I’m here. You just can’t fathom a scenario where someone else cares more about this family than you.” He rolls forward to the edge of the table. “The world believes you have no ego, but you’ve done a bang-up job of choking it down. I’m not even sure you know it’s in there.” He waves a finger towards my body, my stomach. “Slowly but surely engorging.”