I realised that most of the stories I’ve written have always dealt with the concept of being alone; never as a bad thing, though the worst it can be is melancholic, but as a trait that somehow belongs to the main characters which they have accepted as part of their being. I could then easily how it echoed the experience of most of my entire life, being a very lonely child who kept to herself. I’m still the same person essentially, I still have mental conversations with myself (I think I’m a very funny conversationalist; too bad my social anxiety prevents most people other than my friends from enjoying it), but I’ve accepted this constant trait of being alone and managed to turn it into something that opens doors for me to experience the world in ways I wouldn’t have noticed (try being in a field looking at the clouds passing by! That’s my positive association with being alone).
Being in an age where everyone is connected everywhere and talking to everyone every time (Facebook, anyone?), it can make us more afraid of being alone than we already naturally are. We all have a need to belong to each other. At the same time though we need to learn how to belong to ourselves, and personally I find that it’s a very important especially with so many things going on we could very easily lose ourselves. Having a rich inner life is just as important as having a rich outer life, and they both inform each other.
*I may have jumbled up loneliness and being alone as being the same thing. Yeah I know!! It’s just how I experienced it; sometimes I really hate how I’m unable to easily make friends, which often makes me feel negatively isolated especially in a new environment (I was ALONE in college for a year until I found my clique). It’s terrible. But still things worked out in the end. Until it does though, make a friend out of yourself in the meantime.
not for nothing but im still not over Bucky telling Steve he didn’t know if he was worth all this, and then 20 minutes later Steve is dropping the shield and the captain america mantle and picking up Bucky like “yeah you’re worth all this, you’re worth everything to me, i won’t ever have you believe otherwise”
I always dream that somewhere across the universe we will find each other again. I’ve come to believe that every time we get apart it is only to get more closer. I feel like we are connected and we always will belong to each other.
We do not belong to each other. We are not uniquely shaped magnets that only fit into the groove of each other – we have choice and autonomy and will. I am not half of anything. I have two legs and I run where I please, sometimes into the arms of him, sometimes into the depths of the sea.
me, an intellectual:
"You were the first person who ever loved me," Steve gasps. He didn't know he could hurt this bad and not die from it. He didn't know it was possible. "And I was — Buck, I was the first person who ever loved you."
Request : Jeff gets in a fight with Bryce and he hurt his hand pretty bad . Then I came out of cheer leading practice and see him in the hallway trying to bandage his hand , I go over there and kisses it when I finished helping bandage his hand . Then he kisses me and admits his feeling towards me . The rest is up to you , maybe you can put like why they got in a fight
Requests are closed. xx
Cheer leading practice was exhausting, I pulled my bag over my shoulder and decided against changing out of my outfit.
“See you tomorrow, Sheri?” I asked, passing her by the lockers.
“Yeah. Great job today, by the way. First time flyers are usually paranoid.” The girl laughed lightly.
I smiled sheepishly before waving and leaving the locker room. I stopped in the middle of the hallway, searching for my phone when I heard a grunt. Furrowing my eye brows I turned down a hallway and saw Jeff leaning against the lockers with a pained expression on his face. I’ve known him for a long time, he’s actually one of the only nice jocks in the school. He’s straight up with people, a personality trait that I’ve always been jealous of.
Humans need connection, it’s truly that simple. We all want to have a connection, to feel connected to, to feel a sense of belonging. So can we just accept one another, instead of reject each other. Please?
Valentine's Day special + Hinata, Tendou and Iwaizumi ♥
I feel like I wrote it just, because I wanted to write something for my favourite characters. You’re welcome.
‘’Okay guys, we do as we established before. When s/o comes through the gym door, we turn the light on and then Hinata confesses. No one laughs, no one talks. You are just smiling like nice and supportive teammates - you are. Understood?’’ Koushi stated, smiling kindly at every one of them, but something about the way his face twisted was saying that refusal would do them nothing good. So they all nodded happily, already regretting coming to the school that day.
Tsukishima was fuming inside, not being able to throw any snarky remark, because of his vice-captain earlier threat, that if one of them destroys Hinata’s special day - they will be met with terrible consequences.
Kageyama didn’t understand the situation at all, going along with the plan and avoiding his growing disappointed, caused by the declination of practice.
Tanaka and Nishinoya..were just themselves, stressing the poor orange head more and more as the seconds passed by.
Asahi just sighed.
‘’This is going to be a disaster.’’ However, the door opened, revealing their captain - Sawamura Daichi.
‘’I saw her! Turn the lights off and get your shit together! You better do it right! H-HINATA STOP CRYING!’’ They did as they were told, giving Hinata some tissues as he slowly caught his breath. He was finally ready. After two long minutes, a crack of the door was heard in the whole gym and then it was thrown open. Shouyou, who couldn’t stand the pressure, closed his eyes and hold the red rose in front of his shaking figure. Soon the lights were on and it was the time for the final words.
‘’I-I really liKE YOU! WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!’’ He screamed at the top of his lungs, with his eyes still tightly closed. Everything around him was dead silent and he couldn’t tell whether it was good or bad. In the end, he decided to open one of his eyes to see your - probably stunned - reaction. He wasn’t prepared for what he saw.
His coach was looking at him with raised eyebrows, before his palm met his forehead as the snickers of his teammates filled his ears.
‘’Well, I appreciate your feelings Hinata, but I think we do not..eh..belong with each other. Try again in the future.’’ When these words left Keishin’s mouth, small tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Everyone stopped making noises for a second and then Hinata erupted.
‘‘I-I tried so hard! I was confessing everyday to my mirror just to say it right! And now my chances are gone! S/o will never go out with me, I can just die in a hole!’’ He wailed, hot tears running down his cheeks one by one, imitating waterfall.
And when Sugawara wanted to hug the death out of Hinata, allowing him to cry on his shoulder and ensure that he will have millions of chances, your head popped out behind Ukai’s back.
‘’Thanks Shou-kun, it means a lot to me. Let’s go out!’’ And that was the time, the small, overwhelmed with emotions crown - fainted. Happy and satisfied, just to be sure.
‘’Hi s/o! What a beautiful day, isn’t it?’’
‘’What do you want Satori?’’ You replied to his greeting with an ugly frown and unsettling feeling in your empty stomach.
‘’So harsh! Why do you assume I want something?’’ He gasped theatrically, squeezing his shirt in the place of the heart. Acting obviously, wasn’t his strongest point, he should just stick to the volleyball. No offense.
‘’Don’t try to lie, we’ve known each other for years, idiot. You always want something. It’s as obvious as the fact that we will die.’’ Ignoring his opening mouth, you went to your destination - hoping he would not follow you, but he did shortly after.
‘’So depressing, I feel like we are kids again! And it’s not true, you can’t just assume that whenever I talk to you I need a favor! But this time I really need something.’’ Yeah, his smile announced something bad or even worse.
‘’Shoot while I’m still listening. And make it quick.’’
‘’So, Valentine’s Day will be soon and I thought it would be nice if you go out with me.’’ He asked, giving you a sincere smile at which you frowned even harder. That was rather unexpected. He? Interested in you?
‘’To where?’’ You asked, groaning internally. He was a very puzzling person, who could be not only annoying, but also unbearable especially in the morning. And not to mention you were short-tempered. It explained everything tbh.
‘’Restauration. And a walk. Or first walk and th–’’
‘’No.’’ You interrupted him angrily - rejecting his offer, but for a different reason that he thought you did.
‘’Oh..-’’ His face twisted in the pained expression, not visible for ordinary people to see, but since you were his friend for a long time - you knew him pretty well. ‘’Okay, then.’’ He turned to walk away from you, but you quickly caught his wrist in your warm hand.
‘’But-’’ You hold onto his slightly trembling fingers now. ‘’We can go to my or your place, watch stupid videos and movies and talk shit about people. What do you think?’’ He smirked.
Your first two lessons ended pretty quickly, but a lunch break was nicely welcomed, anyway. After standing up from your seat, you stretched legs and headed towards Oikawa’s class, because of his previous invitation to eat with him and Iwaizumi. In a normal situation you would decline and spend time with your own friends, but the fact that Hajime was there made the decision for you.
When you finally saw them sitting next to each other and fighting heatedly, but rather silently - you only smiled at them, ignoring the painful throbbing in your chest upon seeing your crush.
What do people tend to say? You only live once, yes? Well, no - it’s bullshit. You still were stressing yourself over and felt like you were dying. Every thought hurt not only mentally, but also physically, however, you promised Oikawa to spend time with them and keeping your promises was a priority in your life.
‘’Hey guys!’’ They immediately stopped talking (poor Tooru, silenced with the hit in the stomach), after they saw your approaching form. You smiled and they smiled back, but on the brunet’s face it looked more like a grimace.
‘’H-hey s/o-chan! Sit next to Iwaizumi!’’ He stumbled, pointing at the empty seat beside his very flustered teammate.
‘’Okay, is there something wrong? You were arguing just a minute ago.’’ Your curiosity got the best of you as always.
‘’Ah! Iwa-chan has been just bitter, because I didn’t mention you were coming!’’ He joked, looking kind of better than he was. Although, his words stung just a little bit.
‘’I can leave if you..’’ You looked at Iwaizumi, trying your hardest not to frown, but despite your greatest fears his face didn’t show anger like you expected, but astonishment.
‘’N-nO! I WAS JUST SURPRISED, THAT’S ALL!’’ He bowed slightly. ‘’Please stay with us, sorry.’’ His nervousness made you laugh and remember why you fell for him once again. It’s so hard to resist such a precious person.
‘’Thanks! Sorry for misunderstanding!’’
The rest of the break went smoothly, well almost. Life just didn’t want to leave you alone and let you be happy even for one day. One freaking day.
‘’Soooo—-S/o-chan! Iwa-chan has an important question to ask you! He’s been thinking about it for a while now and I couldn’t stand it anymore!’’ Oikawa laughed loudly, showing how proud of himself, he was, but he was the only content on in your group. Your mind sank into stress again and Iwaizumi’s face showed terrifying, or even devilish furiousness.
‘’What are you talking about, you jerk?’’ He uttered, which sounded more like a promise to kill and that nasty glare he sent Oikawa confirmed your thoughts.
‘’Oh, don’t be so shy! He wanted to ask you out, of course!’’ Let’s just say you stopped breathing.
‘’What the fuck? That’s not true! I would neve–’’ And then he looked at your face, twisted in a great sadness with glittering tears in your eyes. It wasn’t the fact that your crush wasn’t interested in you, you were aware of it, but the whole situation was completely humiliating to you and disappearing from their eyes and avoiding them forever was a rather great idea.
‘’Iwa-chan!’’ Tooru screamed, what was only a fainted sound for your running form. You hoped to never see any on those two again.
‘’Wait!’’ Someone, who you assumed was Iwaizumi shouted, but you ignored him. ‘’Waitt, dammit!’’ Thanks to his athlete build, he managed to run up to you and caught your wrist.
‘’Leave me alone!’’
‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!’’ He apologized, but you were having none of it.
‘’I LIKE YOU, OKAY?’’ Your eyes widened and you finally looked at him, only to see he was avoiding your gaze. ‘’I do, really. I wanted to ask you out, but not in front of that stupid shi–I mean Oikawa. I know I treated you like an asshole just a second ago, but I hope you can look past it and I don’t know, give me a chance?’’ And then your eyes meet and the only thing you registered was nodding your head and his warm lips on your forehead.
Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!
Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did.
Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy this somewhat
angsty story. Hugs and lots of love to you on your special day!
All’s Fair - Part 3
WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is for
the smut. SMUT I SAY!
A/N: HR in
this instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence in
this, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.
My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stare
up and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehicles
under black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search through
the pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up my
packing job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find the
keys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk,
rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at home
keychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distant
growl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air presses
down on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.
It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the red
REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. I
don’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime last
week, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here to
meet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am not
prepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotator
flight and an empty stomach.
Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shut
and lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunk
onto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the key
fob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve got
jumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others have
already gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from med
school. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think.
At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.