sweet remedy

Request 123 ~ Criminal AU (part 3) smut

A/n: don’t have sex when you are under the influence of alcohol or drugs, you can’t consent and neither can your partner. Please be safe out there! Also i haven’t done really detailed smut as i am struggling with writing it at the moment.

Warnings: Smut

Why did you let him in?

You let him stay! Are you thinking right?

You’re gonna lose your job.

You’re looking at prison time now

I sighed, feeling aggravated with the thoughts flying through my head. At this point I wanted to go back to sleep and hopefully wake up to his absence, alas sleep was alluding me. I stood and headed to the kitchen in search of that sweet remedy that would ease my troubles. Searching through the cupboards I eventually found the desired bottle, I hesitated for moment on whether of not to get a glass to drink the wine but decided against it. I resumed my previous seat and pulled the cork out of the bottle and raised it to my lips. The strong yet sweet drink instantly calmed me.

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So hello from the other side
I must’ve called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done - Hello

I was running, you were walking
You couldn’t keep up, you were falling down 
There’s only one way down - Send my love to your new lover

I want every single piece of you
I want your heaven and your oceans too
Treat me soft but touch me cruel - I miss you

Cause you feel like home
You’re like a dream come true - When we were young

No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you
Come whenever I’ll be the shelter that won’t let the rain come through - Remedy

It’s so cold in your wilderness
I want you to be my keeper
But not if you are so reckless - Water under the bridge

Sometimes I feel lonely in the arms of your touch
But I know that’s just me cause nothing ever is enough - River Lea

Please don’t fall apart
I can’t face your breaking heart
I’m trying to be brave
Stop asking me to stay - Love in the dark

I wish I could live a little more
Look up to the sky, not just the floor
I feel like my life is flashing by
And all I can do is watch and cry - Million years ago

Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again? - All I ask

And there is something ‘bout the way you love me
That finally feels like home
All my life, you’re my darkness
You’re the right kind of madness - Sweetest devotion

i. He was a ball of fire and energy, roaring with joy and happiness. Laughing with him was like second nature, inevitable in his presence. He brought warmth when he came and left good memories when he was gone. He was eccentric jazz notes on the streets of New York, fingers flying across a piano and a sense of delight. His smile left me with butterflies flitting over my stomach, leaving cloud-light kisses and traces of yellow and sunset orange. He brought out everyone’s inner child, for better or for worse. And when you needed someone to listen, he was always there with words like sweet remedies.


ii. He was smooth to touch, a polished surface and an easy smile. He was the kind of boy that didn’t have to do much to make you feel pretty. He was the kind of boy that could be your best friend and the love of your life at the same time. And when he was gone, he didn’t leave butterflies that needed to be tamed, but the peaceful wash of the ocean that comforted the knot in your stomach. I learned too late that his appearance was merely a cover for his jagged heart, and when I tried to smooth it down, he paid me no heed. He believed that he could only fill the empty holes with attention and love, and I knew he could not be saved, not now at least. We knew it wouldn’t last, but when I remember him, it is always good. He was the kind of boy you love forever, but always at a distance.


iii. He was cheerful and charming, the perfect romantic. The good boy, smart and sensible, everyone agreed. I fell in love with the spray of freckles smattered across his cheeks and how his hazel eyes faded to green at the bottoms. The way he spoke to me convinced me that I was the only girl he would ever love, and a smile that wrapped me in warm blankets and sang me to sleep under the stars. He was protection, safety, home. We were alike in the sense that when we loved, we loved deeply and truly, and even when it was over, it would linger. We are still friends, and I would trust him with my life. That much will always be the same.

—  boys that will always have a piece of my heart // can you guess which one I still love?

anonymous asked:

I have been feeling down about myself lately and we don't actually know each other but we have mutual friends and you have always seemed like such a positive person. I was wondering what it is you do to keep your head up every day. I hope this isnt weird to send you but I have heard good things about you and I need a positive influence in my life :[

holy shit i TOTALLY thought i answered this the other day, i am so sorry!!! 
but this message at the same time made my day and made me sad, because i’m sorry you’re in a funk. 
honestly, i have shitty days just like everyone else, but what works for me personally is just taking care of myself by doing little things. 
when i take care of my body by doing little things here and there, i actually do feel my spirits lift a bit. 

i know sometimes it’s hard but try to do these things every single day, it will genuinely help you little by little:

- make your bed
- wash your face
- brush your teeth
- moisturize
- drink lots of water
- listen to a song that always makes you wanna dance
- eat some fruit
- stretch a bit 
- put on fresh clothes 

but if you want little things you can do every once in awhile to make you feel better:

- take a bubble bath

(here is a good source for a detox bath)
(here are some different aroma therapy blends)
(here are other remedies you can add to your bath)

- bake your favorite treat

(here is a recipe for monster cookie dough dip)
(here is a recipe for banana pudding pie)
(here is a recipe for snickerdoodle cupcakes)
(here is a recipe for oatmeal raisin cookie dough dip)
(here is a recipe for vegan cheesecake)
(here is a recipe for pineapple whip)

- learn to cook a new meal
(here is a recipe for cheesy chicken bacon and broccoli pasta. Carbs for days! and one of my personal favorites)
(here are some recipes for one pot pastas)
(here is a recipe for homemade pizza crust)
(here is a recipe for chicken caesar wraps)
(here is a recipe for cinnamon roll pancakes)

- plan a trip (even if you can’t afford it, it’s nice to dream) 
- invite a friend or two out for dinner
- take a nice walk when it’s twilight out, even if it’s just around the block

other things that make me feel good: 

- washing my sheets, then taking a shower right before bed. feeling squeaky clean in freshly washed sheets = heaven
- facetiming or skyping a friend (and if you want someone to skype with, i will gladly skype you)
- grabbing a bowl of popcorn and popping in my favorite movie
- a bike ride with a bunch of friends around town
- watching the sunset
- s’mores are always a nice pick me up

or here are some links that make me feel good:

- videos like THIS or THIS
- websites like THIS or THIS 
- silly games like THIS or THIS

or here are some playlists that make me feel good:

- Here is one with some indie pop
- Here is one with folky love songs
- Here is one for a nice Sunday morning
- Here is one that is “embarrassingly girly”
- Here is one to have a “kick ass morning”
- Here is one deemed “the happiest playlist ever”
- Here is one to “get drunk and sing poorly” to
- Here is one filled with Disney
- Here is one to “appreciate the little things”


These are some things that I personally enjoy that include both alone time and interaction with other people. 
And if by some chance, you feel you don’t have the strength to even get out of bed, you are always more than welcome to talk to me. I promise I am always here. 
I hope some of this helped you at least a little bit. 
I’m proud of you. <3

A Missing Mate

Summary: Sehun and you are mates but he doesn’t like you
Type: Angst, Fluff
Members: Sehun x Reader, Tao
Length: 2,077

I had a fanfiction a while ago that had like 100 subscribers? I abandoned it but it brought me back lol

- Admin Mocha

Originally posted by wooyoung

  The soft and sweet remedy of the alarm caused a smile to tug at your lips, and you instantly hopped off the wooden stool to stroll towards the oven, beforehand preparing your hands with the soft fabric of your oven mitts. The heavenly aroma of the pumpkin bread filled the small bakery that you worked at as you removed the hot pan and placed it on the counter nearby, absentmindedly removing the mittens from your fingers as you observed the baked treat to notice any imperfections. Once you were content with your examinaion, you slowly lifted it off the pan to place it on a plate, bringing it over to the window to let it cool faster. You turned away to clean up the pan and put it in the sink before returning and letting out a shriek at the sight of a person leaning over the window sill, his teeth curving upwards into a pointy grin.

  After a few seconds, both of you burst into laughter, you leaning forward to smack his arm impatiently as you shook your head and encouraged him to use the door. Your best friend, Tao mimicked your surprised facial expression as he instead decided to climb through the window, much to your protest. He nimbly jumped off the sill and landed over the precious loaf of bread, adjusting his ruffled jacket as he leaned against the counter and looked over at you with a smile. You rolled your eyes at his defiant personality before moving about to create another pastry, one of your hands tossing in ingredients while the other stirred the mixture throughoutly. Tao and you began to talk and catch up normally, before you turned to ask the question, 

“How’s the pack doing?”

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Herb of the Week-Basil

Common names

Arjaka
Basil
Common Basil
French Basil
Garden Basil
Luole
Royal Herb
St. Josephwort
Sweet Basil
Tulsi

The plant known as the basil is an annual herb, which is cultivated worldwide as a flavoring herb in many cuisines. The basil comes in many different varieties, each with its own unique chemical composition and characteristic flavor - the main use of the herb is culinary. The flavor and character of any particular variety of basil is affected to a great extent by many external environmental factors, including factors such as temperature, the type of soil, the geographic location, and even the amount of rainfall received by the individual plant. Morphogically the plant possesses thin branching root which grow out into bushy stems that can reach 1-2 feet in height when fully grown, the stem of the plant bears many leaves which have a characteristic purple hue or coloration, and the flowers are peculiar in having two lips. Floral colors can vary from in fully white to fully red - at times a slight purple tinge can be detected in the flowers.

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sweet remedy

taehyung has come down with a bit of a cough lately, and it’s keeping everyone up at night. therefore, he finds himself banished to sleeping alone in the living room until said cough has subsided, or at least quieted down a bit.

“sorry,” seokjin frowns, concern clearly evident in the furrow of his brows as he tucks taehyung in under three layers of very thick winter blankets. “it’s nothing personal. you know that, right?”

“of course i do, hyung,” taehyung smiles, leaning in to seokjin’s palm as the elder checks his temperature one last time. “i’m fine, really. go to bed.”

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I spent a lot of 1ams building you back up after you tore yourself down

stitching up your wounds after you tore yourself open and breathing promises of staying into your empty lungs as you grasped at my shirt

tending to your pain and whispering sweet remedies in hopes that my words would resonate into your bones and spread throughout your body like wildfire to wipe out this sickness

you let me

but where were you at 2am when my bridges crumbled?

every stitch I sewed into you was from a thread from my own wounds

every whisper was all the words I’d saved up as last chances for myself

that spark I ignited to start that wildfire of healing was the last match I had and that breath I used to promise to stay was my last

now I’m sitting here trying to gather the crumbling pieces and come up with words of relief while all my wounds are gaping open and I’m gasping for air but where are you?

I’m always here at 1am but where are you at 2?

—  Where are you at 2?