her quiet place

At my sisters graduation in a very English fashion every family gave a small clap for when their graduate took the stage. Me thinking this was boring af gave the biggest woop and applause I could manage when my sister got up to accept her paper thingy, which caused her boyfriend to join in with me and for her to give the biggest smile iv seen from any of the students that day. A few families after that joined in with over the top celebrations when their relatives came on stage thus making the entire (massive like 3000) room laugh. Everyone stopped being so stone faced and proper after that, it was nice. 

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Baby Cakes

Originally posted by smooshywrites

repost ‘cause tumblr sucks (sometimes)

hi there! thanks a lot to anon who requested it. dear anon, you asked for reader having a mental breakdown but i just could’t write it this way so i changed a little bit, hope you like it anyway.
btw requests are open!

i know not everyone likes ff about topics like this one but y’all should give it a try

and i just wanted everyone to know that if there’s anyone who wants to talk or feels lonely or both, PLEASE DM me.

warning: suicide attempt

[Y/N] wasn’t okay. And she was completely helpless about it. She’s been lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling for 3 hours now. She didn’t even feel sad, more like empty inside.

Before that empty feeling started to eat her up she wasn’t only sad. Anger was present too.

The thing is, she’s always been a sensitive girl. She could pretend the rude comments would’t harm her but inside she knew she was hurt. She was good at not showing that though, always has been. It was the only thing she truly liked about herself. If somebody asked her she always had the same prepared answer. She would play dumb and say ‘Oh, what do I like about myself? I don’t know! I think I like my hair and long eyelashes!’ and then giggle, like a stupid school girl. It always worked, people were strangely satisfied with that answer, she never understood why and how.

[Y/N] jumped at the sound of her telephone’s ringing. It was probably her best friend Jerome. [Y/N] felt bad for not talking to him. [Y/N] wasn’t aware but the Ginger had some strong feelings for her. He would sometimes show it by little actions but [Y/N] was too blind to see it.

But really though, let’s be fucking realistic. She’s been planning to end her life for a few months now. She may be feeling bad now but when she’s dead she can’t feel bad. Jerome would find a girl good enough for him sooner or later and leave her like all of her friends did. She could’t blame them, she would avoid herself as much as she could, too.  There was the only way to do it.

Finally, she picked up the phone.

“Hello?” It was Jerome!

[Y/N] was kind of hoping she was right and that would be him, she wanted to say goodbye. Hear his voice one last time.

‘’Jerome..”

“Hiya Baby Cakes! Don’t cha been quiet with me lately? Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go wit–”

“I’m so sorry Jerome!” She cut him off with a loud sob which caught him off guard.

“Doll? Wha-what’s going on?” He sounded really concerned.

Jerome almost fell off the stairs he was standing on as he heard [Y/N]’s sobs getting louder. She just could’t stop herself! He was going to ask her to go with him on a romantic killing spree, it was supposed to be a great time for both of them, kinda like a date, and then he’d brought her to a nice quiet place to talk. He wanted to confess his feelings. He felt like she really deserved to know them.

The stairs he was standing on were a fire escape from a building near hers. He wanted to knock on her door as fast as he could if she accepted his offer.

“I’m being honest. I’ve never been more honest in my life. I really am sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. Thank you for everything. You took a good care of me, and none of this is your fault. I… I love you, Jerome, I really do. Have a nice life you deserve. Goodbye forever.” When those words left her mouth, she immediately hung up.

She could’t believe it. She confessed her love for him! She knew he would never feel the same way and she wanted to end this pain fast.

[Y/N] sprinted towards her bathroom grabbing a razor blade on her way.  A picture of Jerome was on the table. She took it too. She wanted his face to be the last thing she’s going to see.

After 3 minutes her bath was already filled with hot water. Enough for her to go in. She kept her clothes on.

[Y/N]’s head was the only thing that sticked out from water. Picture of handsome looking Jerome drifted as she stared at it. She remembered the day she took it. Jerome took her to the zoo. One of the nicest day of her life.

Now as she thought about it she didn’t want to kill herself anymore.

Too bad she already cut her veins.

Now it was only a matter of time.

‘Hey, at least the song I like is on’

The walls were thin and she could hear her neighbour’s radio playing her favourite song.

And then she heard screaming outside her apartment. Her door burst wide open.

‘’[Y/N]!” It was Jerome. Her Jerome.

And then everything went black. 



[Y/N] found herself slowly waking up in a very white room. Her eyes squeezed shut for a second, it was so bright there. Looked like some sort of hospital.

She felt somebody holding her right hand gently. It was Jerome. What a relief she felt. She was alive. With Jerome by her side.

He was asleep. He looked like an angel to her. That one piece of hair resting on his forehead.

She held his hand tighter, he felt it because he started to wake up. He looked so cute and innocent, she would gaze at him her whole life if she only could.

His eyes finally met hers.

“Don’t ever do this to me again. I mean it, Sweet Cheeks.” It was one of those rare moments when he was being very serious.

[Y/N] was so glad he was calm. She knew they’re going to talk about it later when she feels better.

“I’m sorry, J. I love you.”

Her Puddin’ could only chuckle at her funny expression.

“I love you too, Baby Cakes. Now let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

Pavlov had it all wrong

I am a single adult human living in a house with two corgis. Got Girldog from a shelter when she was about a year, year and a half old maybe; got Boydog a few years later as an 8-week puppeh. And let me tell you something, from Day One, this has been a three-way psychological experiment. I no longer know who is manipulating who on a daily basis.

  • One of the first things I trained Girldog to do was not to bark at the dinner table; if she barked at me while I was eating, I put her in The Quiet Place (her crate) where she couldn’t see me. She learned almost immediately to subvocalize her barks, to let out a breath with just enough vocal cord vibration that I wouldn’t QUIIIITE consider it a bark and move her further away from the food. It’s a sound like this: “Hrrrr. Hrrrr. Hhhrahhh.” I didn’t realize how odd this was until my aunt came over and said, “That dog hissed at me.” “Yes,” I said, “she does that.”
  • Boydog learned to do tricks by watching Girldog. I never taught him to sit. He learned by watching Girldog get a treat for sitting. Once, I told both dogs to sit at the same time, while I held a treat in each hand. When Girldog didn’t sit quick enough, Boydog put his paw on her butt and pushed her down.
  • I hung a bell on the door and taught Boydog to ring it when he wants to go out. Girldog sees no reason she should ring the bell, as it is beneath her dignity, and she can get her way by barking instead. Boydog, however, will ring the bell for Girldog when she lurks around by the door, although he has no interest in going outside himself. Girldog has made Boydog her personal slave in this matter.
  • Boydog rings the bell when he doesn’t need to go out but thinks I have been at my computer too long. By the time I get to the kitchen, he’s nowhere near the door, but hey mom, as long as you’re up, let’s play! He obviously does not believe I can see through this extremely clever ploy.
  • Girldog once climbed onto a sofa, crossed the back of it, leapt from the sofa to my desk chair, leapt from the chair to the desk, and knocked all my stuff off the desk. (I wasn’t there, but it was obvious from the trail of destruction what route she had taken.) Then she got down and proceeded to ignore the bag of corn chips she’d encountered and focus her attention on biting my phone charger in half, chewing up a USB memory stick, and eating a pen. I still have no idea how she could be so smart and so dumb at the same time.
  • Boydog will chase a laser pointer (not uncommon for dogs introduced to them as puppies! Pro tip) but only when Girldog is not around, because she hates it for some reason and will tackle him for it. Girldog also likes to be outside while I want to be in, and Boydog prefers to have us both inside. Boydog will lead me to the laser pointer, pester me until I get it down, and then run around chasing the laser and barking madly. No matter how stubborn Girldog has been about staying outside, she wants to know what he’s barking at and immediately comes inside. (It is always the laser pointer he’s barking at, Girldog. Always.)
  • There is a chair in my bedroom that I cannot sit on. The dogs take turns sleeping on it, depending on who gets there first. The only hard and fast rule is that if the human sits on the chair, they will both lose their cool. The chair is for dogs only. I have not even tried to sit on the chair for about six months now.

I suspect I’ll be adding more of these as the three of us continue to train each other.

10

“When you said that you would be staying behind to solidify our new compact…I’d assumed that meant something.”

“For you to be seen as uninterested in what is happening for my father now…”

“That is not going to convince anyone here that you are serious about desiring their friendship.”

“It’ll pass.”

“It’s just a fever from the wound.”

“I’m fine.”

Essays in Existentialism: HSAU

can you do a high school AU where one is the captain of the football team and they sweep off the nerdy girls’ feet?

Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.

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Emotional

Being emotional doesn’t work for a hunter but when Dean throws some nasty words your way you run off into the woods at winter time. When Sam confronts  him about why you’re emotional they race to find you before it’s too late

Dean and Reader, Sam

Angst, dick Dean, worried Sam, fluff!!! 

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           I’ve been living with boys about a year now, Sam was a sweet person and understood that I was an emotional person, that when my demons came out all I needed was a hug or a day of movies just cuddling up to him. He was like an older brother, protecting me from the assholes of the world including his brother Dean.

           That’s why I’m locked away today, because of his asshole of a brother. I was in love with him but he wouldn’t want someone like me, someone so broken. I could hear them arguing, Sam always sticking up for me for the simple fact he understood. So, instead of trying to understand the situation he spews his anger at me, saying some horrible things. I could still hear those words in my head, he told me I was a pain in the ass, told me to just leave already, told me to grow up. If he wanted me gone then I will be gone.

           I grabbed my hoodie and slipped the baggie of pills and small bottle of whiskey in the other pocket. I slipped out of the bunker quietly and went for a walk in the woods, I had one place that I loved to sit when my depression was in full force. I only left a note for Sam, letting him know I went for a walk to clear my head. I had left my phone in my room knowing they would only track me.

           I found the place and sat down by the small creek, seeing the sun setting in the sky with the colors I felt at peace, like I wouldn’t be a burden anymore.

Sam’s POV

           “I can’t believe you Dean! What the hell were you thinking?!?!” “She needs to grow up! There no place for an over emotional hunter!” “She has depression Dean! That’s how she copes!” I saw something change on his face from anger to sadness. “I didn’t know that!” “Maybe if you actually talked to her you would know that!”

           I walked out of the room and went to see if she was ok, I knew his words would put her in a place I worked so hard to keep her from. I knocked on her door, and got no answer, so I walked in and saw she wasn’t there. I saw a note on the bed hoping it wasn’t what I thought. She said she was going to her quiet spot. ‘Shit!’

           I ran back out to Dean, I knew what her quiet place was, it was the place she said she go if she ever decided to leave this world. “Dean! We gotta find y/n now!” He didn’t even ask he just grabbed his coat and ran outside with me to find her. I just hope we get there in time.

Reader POV

           I couldn’t do it, no matter how crappy I felt, I just couldn’t do that to Sam. I started crying, well sobbing. I hate being so emotional, I hate feeling so weak. I would deal with Dean being a dick, Sam was my best friend and I wouldn’t destroy either.

           It was starting to get cold, and I had no energy to get up. I started shivering and slowly started getting sleepy, five minutes then I’ll get up. I fell asleep quickly not knowing that the boys were looking for me.

Originally posted by livingstills

Dean POV

           I had no clue that she was dealing with so much, but instead I open my mouth and bring her to a dark place. I was a jackass plain and simple, and I really hope that she didn’t do what had come out of my mouth.

           It was so hard pretending that I hated her, but I thought that she and Sam were together. When Sam informed me they weren’t together, and that he just helped her through the hard days by hugs or cuddling. I secretly wished she would come to me for that, I would give anything to hold her in my arms.

           We had finally gotten close enough to see her slumped against the tree, with a blue tinge to her skin. “SHIT!” I ran over and she was barely breathing, I picked her up and practically sprinted back into the bunker. I asked Sam to put some blankets into the dryer while I started a hot bath.

           I undressed her to her bra and panties and me down to my boxers. The water was near scalding, I got into the water first and then had Sam lower her down into the water. I held her close trying hard to get her temp up. The blue tinge started going away, color coming back to her skin. Sam came in with a warmed-up blanket and wrapped her like a burrito.

           Sam took her to my room, while I got dressed into sweatpants and a Henley. I walked into my room to see Sam had redressed her and rewrapped her in the blanket. I watched her and felt heartbroken at the stupidity of my words. Jealousy is an ugly feeling, and is always responsible for heartbreaking decision.

Reader POV

           I started waking up, seeing I was wrapped like a burrito. I looked to see where I was and didn’t recognize the room I was in. I turned my head and saw something that I never thought would happen. There he was, Dean, he looked exhausted. ‘Why? I didn’t matter to him at all, why would he be next to me?’ I tried unwrapping myself, only failing and falling off the bed.

           I yelped when my back slammed into the hard floor tearing up at the pain shooting through your back. “Y/n? Are you okay?” “No” I really didn’t need any more horrible words come out of his mouth. He got on his knees and got the blanket off me and helped me back into bed. “I’m so sorry y/n! I was a huge jerk and I should have never said those things to you.” “Why do you hate me?”

           “I don’t hate you, I was jealous. I wanted to be the one to hold you and snuggle with you. I fell in love the minute you moved in and I let my jealousy get the better of me” “You love me? Please tell me I’m not dreaming” His hands cupped my face brushing away the tears that had fallen, he kissed me sweetly. I could feel my broken pieces fitting together and becoming one whole being again.          

           Over the weeks while I healed, we got to get to know each other. We talked about everything under the sun and fell more in love with each other. It had gotten to the point of Dean proposing to you. He was an amazing man and I was lucky to have him by my side.

date a neurodivergent who is hypersensitive and feels things inside of her body, and when she says “stop yelling at me” even though you weren’t even speaking, don’t get mad at her, just get her to a quiet place and give her a hug

My Wish List for Supergirl Season 3

Lena Luthor utterly terrified that Kara will hate her for helping the Daxamites reach Earth and for building the device that nearly killed her only friend’s boyfriend and then nearly bursting into tears when Kara hugs her and tells her over and over again “None of it was your fault.”

Lena being invited to her first Game Night and being slightly overwhelmed by the atmosphere of love and warmth.

A group of alien refugees coming to Earth including a young alien girl who walks right up to Supergirl and holds out Kara’s necklace to her. Apparently, the aliens were on a slave ship when a Daxamite boarded and freed all the slaves. He helped them escape and encourage the little girl by telling her stories of the universe’s greatest hero, Supergirl. He tells her that he is just a man trying to make up for mistakes in his life and hopes that one day he can be half the hero she is. He gave the girl the necklace to remind her to be strong. 

Alex is out of town, on a mission or something, and Maggie runs into someone from her past, Eliza Wilke or an old high school classmate, and while she’s floundering, Winn or James swoop out of nowhere. They had been passing by and saw Maggie’s trapped look and immediately interrupted and rescued her. They whisk her off to a quiet place and sit with her as she pulls herself together. It’s the first time Maggie truly feels she has a place in the Superfriends outside of her relationship with Alex.

A true crossover with the other shows. Teams Arrow, Flash, and Legends end up on Earth-38. Ray jokes that they’ll have to carry Sara kicking and screaming out of this universe after spending the day with Kara, Alex, Maggie, Lena, and Cat (guest appearances by Lucy and the President).

but. Fleur asking Hermione to the Yule ball, dancing all night and not caring about anything except them and the fun they’re having. Hermione dragging Fleur by the hand to the abandoned library, it’s dark and quiet and her secret place. Fleur listening to Hermione e plain how muggle things work and how she is interested in becoming a teacher one day. Hermione thinking its cute that Fleur blushes and stumbles over her words, she never seems to do that unless Hermione is around. These big gay dorks having snowball fights and Hogsmeade dates filled with butter beer and sweets and their first kiss!!! With red and snot noses!!! And they laugh and cuddle and warm up by the fire while Fleur reads some random poetry in French. Hermione being worried about Fleur during the tournament and helping her figure out the egg puzzle in the bathroom together, writing letters when they’re apart and visiting during the holidays, when Umbitch comes to Hogwarts Fleur sneaks there and they meet in Hagrid Hut to make sure the other is okay. Just- 😌😌

solace

Imagine Jamie’s thoughts as he approached the battlefield hospital to find Claire in 02x10…

Blood.

So much blood. Caked between his fingers. Oozing down his chest. Sticky in the crease of his elbow.

Where was his sword?

Sunlight had pierced through the clouds now. It was a beautiful day.

Was it? Men - his men - lay dead and dying in the mist.

When was the last time he’d eaten? It must have been with Rupert and Angus, crouched beside their small campfire, listening to them argue over a hoor.

His tired feet crested the hill - finally in sight of the makeshift hospital.

Claire.

He had been such a coward last night. All day he’d thought about how to take a proper leave of Claire - what he’d say, how he’d hold her.

But when the moment came, all words had fled from his mind. All he could do was touch her, kiss her like a brute. Take from her. Not give her what she so desperately needed - reassurance. Strength. A reminder of his love for her, his promises to her, his commitment to her.

At least he’d had the presence of mind to bow to her - like he had on their wedding. For a small moment, transporting her back to that other surreal day, when they had also faced a seemingly insurmountable challenge, and both had been absolutely terrified.

A flash of happiness amid all the pain and grief to come.

And now - now that he could hear her voice drifting through the open door, now that he could *feel* her soul calling to him - he had found the words. All of the words - more words then he knew what to do with.

He wanted to watch her unawares - admire her as she sewed flesh and soused wounds with alcohol and cursed at the stubbornness of men. Then wait, standing still as she surveyed the room, searching for the next man to tend.

Watch her eyes find him.

See the tension seep from her body.

Wait for her to finish up.

Then lead her to a quiet place, where he could hold her close. Let her check him for wounds as he undid her laces. Rest her on his plaid. Bury his face between her legs - shrinking his world to be only her, and her world to be only him.

His boots slid in the blood on the floor of the cottage.

She turned, feeling him - instinctively knowing he was there.

Her eyes locked with his, and he crossed over to her, feet heavier than lead. He cupped her lovely face between his grimy hands, thumbs tracing the delicate arches of her cheekbones.

“I am alive. I am whole. I have returned to ye, *mo Sorcha*. Ye arena alone.” His voice was sandpaper rough from screams and smoke.

Her eyes darted across his face, seeking visible injuries.

“You’re here,” she breathed. “Truly here.”

“Aye.” He wiped a smudge of blood from her forehead. “I’ll see to my men. Then I’ll see to you.”

She butted her nose with his, inhaling his scent. Not caring that it was comprised of layers of sweat and mud and blood.

“If I don’t see to you first,” she breathed, eyes full of promise.

“I love you, Claire.” It was all his weary mind could say. It was the most important message of all. “I love you.”

She kissed him - long and slow and sweet. Tangling her bloody hands in his sweat-matted hair.

“I love you.”

She bit his lower lip, drawing blood.

“I love you.”

He dug his thumbnail into the side of her neck, leaving a palm print damp with blood and grime.

The other women bustled around him. Men dragged in their wounded comrades.

And in the far corner, the English prisoners watched, fascinated, as the sharp-tongued and foul-mouthed English healer lost herself in Red Jamie’s filthy, blood-spattered arms.

anonymous asked:

Since I haven't seen this on your list, what about a princess with Anxiety and depression? How would the suitors handle that. Thank you, for answering!

Hi! I’m sorry this took me so long… I had to kind of work through this myself so writing it was difficult.

(fyi- I have times of depression and anxiousness, but I know it can be different for everyone)

Anxiety -
Giles- would hold her and wrap his arms around her and stroke her hair in times when she’s feeling so anxious she’s shaking.

Nico - would make her calming tea and run his fingers through her hair and talk to her about all kinds of things to help her get her mind off things.

Robert - would wrap her up in big blanket and have her sit on his lap, giving her a kiss on the temple and watching her favorite movie to distract her.

Alyn - would give her a back massage and hold her tightly all night in bed all night when she can’t sleep because she’s so stressed.

Rayvis - would talk everything through and listen to her while holding her in his arms, he’d help her feel validated and also help her think about other things.

Depression -
Louis - would take her to some quiet place with a view so they could just soak up the fresh air and realize that there’s so much more in the world for her.

Leo - would sit and read or talk to her about just things, and give her encouragement and make her favorite warm drink and just let her relax and not feel pressured.

Byron - would take her for a walk in the garden to observe all the beautiful things in life and where they could have quiet time just being with each other.

Albert - would get a snack and Benjamin and they could all just cuddle on the sofa together, nothing helps like some bunny therapy, he would also make sure she takes care of herself.

Sid - get her all kinds of her favorite snacks and they could just chill out and watch tv and hang out and then take a nice warm bath together and he washes her hair.

HIS & HERS // PART TWO (Roan x Reader) 

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could write part 2 to “his and hers” where she goes into labor then after the birth roan is all fluffy to the newborn and reader. -xoxoxo

masterlist // PART ONE 


“What if it’s a boy?" 

 "Noah.” You suggest, you and your husband both looking down at your stomach. You’ve both been awaiting and preparing for your first child, excitement filled the camp. 

 "Like Noah’s ark?“ 

 "Okay… What about Joey?" 

 ”…Like a small kangaroo?“ 

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No, you cannot come over to my house at 11 at night and wait for my mom to arrive so you can complain to her about what-the-fuck-ever after she’s been driving all day and into the night to get here. 

emotionally co-dependent but emotionally validated clark siblings is my biggest kink

also special mention to emotionally vulnerable clark siblings because yes please

captamiyamato  asked:

I need some fluff. Can you do wedding H/C for Zoro, Sabo, Law and Ace?

Sure~ You will get your fluff here~

Wedding HC (fluff)

Zorro

  • Sanji will definitely try to get him into a suit, but at the end it will be a wedding in the traditional Japanese style. So he won’t wear a tight suit for this special day.
  • This man will be quite a mess, but he will try to calm himself with meditation or just some sake, Franky sneaked in for him.
  • After the wedding there will be a big party, where Zoro will definitely drink, and his new wife should join him, thats the way he likes it. 
  • But after the party Zorro will go with her to a more quiet place, enjoining the calm moment.He will tell her how beautiful she looks and how happy he is having her by his side.

Sabo

  • This man will be the most fancy groom you’ve ever saw. He will be smiling the whole day and yes, Sabo will get excited a bit, walking up and down the room, trying to calm himself.
  • Sabo is one of the guys, who would lose a tear, because of the beauty of his bride. With a big smile he will lift up the veil and whisper how beauty she looks.
  • The afterparty will be pretty calm with lots of  congratulations and good luck wishes for the marriage. Even Dragon would come and left a little gift for them.
  • After the party he would walk with her along a nice little parc, talking what they will do in the future and just sharing their love to each other.

Law

  • He will try to organize everything but for sure, his crew won’t let him of course. And this fact would make him crazy.
  • During the party he will take his wife, and get with her to a more quiet place. He does not like too loud parties, so he will let the others  celebrates it while he has a nice calm moment with his bride. 
  • After all that  excitement, Law and her will just get into more comfortable clothes, and do what they always do. Cuddling in bed while chatting a bit together. 
  •  He is the type of man, who does not care about “He can’t see his wife before the ceremony.” He will walk into her room, wrap his arms around her and tell her much he loves her. 


Ace


  • The wedding will be huge. The whole whitebeard family + some other people like the strawhats and sabo would arrive for it. And that would make him  a bit excited. But all in all he will be pretty relaxed, and showing up in a nice, fancy suit. 
  • The whole ceremony he will smirk happily, can’t even believe that it came so far to marriage. He will try to hide his tears, but he won’t be able to hold it back. It would be tears of luck, to have such a amazing woman by his side. 
  • How mentioned, the wedding will be huge and so the party will last the while night long. All will celebrate it and drink together music and dancing will be there too.
  • After it, Ace would sneak out with her, to make a little walk along the beach while sunset. He will hold her hand, having the other hand in his pocket, and repeating how happy he is having her as his wife now. 
Silent introvert

Sometimes I really don’t like people …
They make me sad
They make me angry
Drain me of all my energy
With their judgement and negativity.
9 times out of 10 I do not ask for their input
An introvert at heart who only ever just wants to be herself
She likes to sit alone in her room and write,
She loves to read, and she loves to sing …
Her quiet place is her favorite place
Not much room to make a mistake
Cuz after the mistakes come the blame
Unaware of the chaos with no care at all
I like it that way …
As I grow older and wiser,
I begin to understand why I am who I am
And what has led me here …
And one thing is for sure
I can not take it in this environment for much longer.
I gotta get stronger
I’ve got to get away
Away like today,
So for now I’ll play with my imagination …

Alone

Request:

Can I request a taehyung bestfriend smut story
A/N:

This was something I took down a while back for editing….so its an edited repost I guess (except I think it got worse :/) Feedback greatly appreciated 

Originally posted by bangts

Taehyung was alone. 

He lay buried under the numerous pillows on his couch with a blanket only half draped over it all, staring at the screen of his phone lazily. His calloused thumb scrolled mindlessly, his face hidden behind a cushion so only his glassy brown eyes peered over. The rest of him was concealed by the cushions and the dimly lit room so no one could tell he was there.
He wasn’t supposed the be like this right now.
He was supposed to be here with her.

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(( OOC: Written by: carpetheday ))

Decided to do another Jily. A tad long but I can’t seem to help it aha
I figured you wouldn’t mind a little angst considering all your angsty threads giving me heart palpitations.
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Warning: Reference to Violence

Lily sighed heavily, the cigarette dangling between her finger tips, its bright orange embers flickering against the dark black sky around her. The top of the Astronomy Tower had always provided her with a quiet place to think despite the way the cold wind whipped around the building off the lake and enveloped her body. It used to send shivers down her spine, especially when she forgot her jumper in her room like she did tonight. Usually it would bother her but she felt like she needed the piercing cold of the wind on her skin, she needed it to make her feel something other than raw and numb.

The last few weeks had all but consumed her, the stress of homework, the overwhelming increase in violent incidents and that tosser who always seemed to infiltrate her thoughts. It was exhausting and infuriating as hell.

She brought the cigarette to her lips, inhaled deeply and released a long, drawn out breath. The smoke came out her mouth and nose; it danced around her face and was taken away with the wind across the school grounds. She watched it go wishing that she could float away that easily, be something or someone who was not cursed to feel forever static.

She rubbed her fingers into her temple; she didn’t know how to cope with the oncoming winter or with her friends, or her foes. Ever since her rather large public blowout with Severus his friends had taken quite a liking to her. Every time she rounded a corner there one of them was with a malicious glare in their eye and a rather terrifying grimace. Of course she was never one to back down from a fight so when the glares and grimaces turned into physical retaliations and slurs she reacted.

She had gotten herself more detentions this year than any of her years at Hogwarts combined and her fists were decorated with more bruises than they had ever been in her whole life. She smirked at the thought, most of the time she did deserve the detention and she wouldn’t take back a single one of them. Even the one that landed her with Filch for a whole weekend, she would have scrubbed the entire castle to be able to return to the moment that her fist connected with Avery’s nose.

Thankfully her broken knuckle was easily repairable.

She ashed the cigarette gently with her finger and released another heavy sigh. Sirius had told her not to think about it too much, he had laughed it off with a joke about old family friends and Lily laughed too, at the time. Doesn’t make it hurt any less, she thought as Sirius’ frame disappeared through the hospital wing doors. When James had come to visit it had ended in a screaming match about ‘dangerous situations.’ She had complained to Sirius for weeks and he had smirked when she did, oh Evans, why now?

She couldn’t answer that. It had been years of hatred and bitter arguments and loud public throw-downs that had led her to believe her hatred for James Potter to be completely justified. He was obnoxious and crass, his head was too big for his shoulders and his mouth never stopped moving. He was an incessantly aggravating young boy who had become a rather endearing young man, someone she could even call friend. He had relaxed with the flirtation, it took her months to realize she missed that, and practically every girl in their grade took notice of the effects Quidditch training had on him much to her annoyance. She swore if she had to sit next to another group of girls at a Gryffindor match as they batted their eyelashes and muttered about his chiseled jaw she would vomit.

Again, Sirius had muttered, oh Evans.

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