after all this time damn it

Petrichor - 1

Petrichor [pe-trahy-kawr]

distinctive scent, usually described as earthy, pleasant, or sweet, produced by rainfall on very dry ground.

words: 905 ; 

Chapters - 00. 01.

Originally posted by mimibtsghost


Rain kept thudding down against the window.

You sighed and looked around the small shop, not really noticing something out of the ordinary as you walked around the place, carrying a new bouquet of gladiolis, yet rolling your eyes as your boss yelled out happily at how they got a new anniversary and wedding order, praising the month that they were in.


Love, love, love, love; really, if you heard that damn word one more time you swore your head would explode.


The stained-glass windows reflected the small colored lights back down on the floor, even when it was busier than usual. But it was to be expected, after all, white day was only a week away and flower and bouquet orders had risen triple what they usually are, but the small establishment being short on people, more so because it was final season for many students, you had been called out on your free day and offered an extra pay to help out the manager to control and handle all the different orders.


“Y/N!”, you heard the clerk call out, turning around and seeing her crouched over, her hands in some box and taking out the large order of roses (really? Roses? Kill me already would you?), “Y/N, can you please go to the back? The truck just arrived and I need to bring in the blooms, also, can you organize them by type? The prettiest on the front?”


You sighed but nodded taking off the gloves from your hands and walking back leaving them on the counter. “Sure thing”.


“Fucking finally”, you mumbled sitting down on a stool, the heavy rain had already stopped and just now it seemed as if the sky was only crying what tears were left from it. You quietly sipped at the coffee in your hands, not thinking about anything in particular, just looking out the window, enjoying the cold but very pleasant weather and seeing the gray sky and street lights, your head starting to go down the homework and studying you still have left to do at home, also thinking about that stray cat that perched itself outside your door and always mewed aloud for some food, and even though you shouldn’t you always give it some of yours. The bitter taste in your tongue waking you up slowly from the weariness of work and d your head turning to the door when you heard the familiar store bell’s ring.


 Sighing you set the mug down on the table, stepping down and walking out of the staff’s coffee room, the smile coming out naturally on your façade as you walked back to the counter and saw a young man again in the store, looking down at the recently displayed flower arrangements you had done that same afternoon.


 “Hello, can I help you with anything?”, The young man turned around, his charming smile reaching his eyes and warmer than you could’ve expected, quietly looking over him.


His hair was obviously bleached, blond strands standing out from the red beanie he was wearing over his hair. Wearing a black oversized sweater and black jeans, his fingers filled with rings and using a dangling earring. To sum it up he was quite attractive.


“Yeah, I’m looking to order something, how much are these?”, his voice velvety and smooth, biting on your lip but smiling you looked over at the white lilies he was pointing at, a bit confused knowing the meaning of them but thinking it was probably just because they were pretty flowers.


“Oh, that depends, how big you want the bouquet or if you’re only interested in buying one, also if in the bouquet you want to add other flowers”.


He hummed softly, and looked at the blossoms with interest before shaking his head, “Not a really big one, I think a simple bouquet would be alright if that’s okay with you”.


 You nodded and reached for your gloves before going to him and taking out three lilies from their water, taking them back and quietly shedding them from leaves and snapping the stem to a more appropriate length, the customer not saying a word as you quietly arranged the lilies with some chamomile blossoms, finishing quickly and letting the simple bouquet on the counter as the customer came close with his wallet at hand, smiling at you and making something flutter in your stomach from it but ignored it.


 “How much is it?”, he asked as he looked over the bouquet, you didn’t know if he liked it or not, but took no complaint from him as if he did like it.


 “Three stargazer lilies, that’s around $27”, you glanced up at him and smiled as he paid for the bouquet, taking the money and reaching for the change before he interrupted.


 “Keep it, I have no use of it.”


 You tilted your head but nodded taking what was left for yourself and smiled at him as he took the bouquet and started walking out.


 “I hope they like the flowers”, you called out to him without really thinking, seeing him turn his head at your direction and smiling again, although this time it looked as if a sorrow filled, frowning to yourself before he spoke.


 “They will, thank you.”, and all you heard later was the bell ringing once more announcing his leave, seeing through the window that the rain had just stopped, but truly everything had just begun.

anonymous asked:

MiBS here: @gargoyle ask: now the question i have is: who's going to be more likely to say the rock and stone innuendoes? The Gargoyle or his S/O? Also: "DAMN YOU FLYING FEATHERED FIENDS!" the gargoyle shouts. You sigh and gather your gloves, the cleaning spray and a rag. As he comes inside you see a large splattering of white bird poop across his shoulder and head. Sitting on a stool, he's lets you clean it off him. "I told you not to sunbathe out there." A grunt is all your receive.


He’s too grumpy to make them himself, but he will carry the puns to a whole new level if you start. (Read: GARGOYLE DAD) It becomes physically painful after a very short amount of time. He’s got quite the gift.

DO NOT GIVE HIM PROJECTILE WEAPONS OF ANY KIND. There won’t be a bird in the city after you do. You’re not sure WHY the birds will go after him, EVEN WHILE HE’S STILL MOVING, but they do, and he hates them with the burning passion of a thousand suns. You once caught him throwing sharpened pencils at some pigeons, and had to confiscate them before he actually caused damage. And quick too: from the looks of the ones embedded in the fence, his aim was improving. His response when you took them and scolded him?:

“What?”


Mintmon note: He’s officially an OC now. Damn it, GARGOYLE DAD.

anonymous asked:

# 9, Yamazaki, please!

Humiliating memories

Plenty. He’s a very self-conscious individual, after all, even if he’s been assured time and time again that he has no reason to be. (Blessings upon Shimada; he always manages to cheer him up.) But the one memory that stands out most in his mind is his first time learning to crossdress for the sake of his duty, because it involved so much practice beforehand. After all, he needed to act like a woman in addition to looking like one, practicing dialect and speech patterns, and… well, once he inadvertently slipped into that style when reporting the results to the Commander. All may have been forgiven, but he is certain that it will never be forgotten.

His Copilot

Prompt: “It was the worst grief a person could feel, a physical pain in your chest.” - literally something one of my friends said today in class about a poem. He said it and I automatically went to poor Jake and MC.
Warnings: Angst, death, some PTSD references-ish
Word Count: 2698

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“Jake, Jake it’s okay.” It was the fourth time that night, and you weren’t sure you’d get any sleep. The man lying beside you in bed was quivering, face tensed and arms pulled against his chest tightly as if that could protect him from whatever he was facing in his dreams. When the nightmares had first begun, they had seemed random without cause. After all, that entire time on the island he’d never once woken you up with his shouts. Over twenty years off of that damned island and never once did he have a nightmare until May 27th.

“Listen to me, you’re okay, Michael’s okay,” you state with a gentle tone, though louder than before. With practiced care, you brush your hand over his cheek, down his shoulder, over his back. You press a kiss to his lips, watching him for any sign of relaxation. Eventually, as you knew, he settled back into a restful sleep. His arms relaxed and eventually one came to wrap around your waist again, pulling you close to his chest. You didn’t mind and finally you fell back to sleep, just as the sun was rising for the start of a new day.

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What I’ve Been Up To

Yeah I kind of dropped off of the radar there for a while, sorry about that! I spent a lovely week in Ireland with my friends and right now I’m enjoying the extra week off I arranged for myself. I believe it may be the first time in about two-three years of freelancing that I’m actually spending a week at home not working. 

Ireland was as amazing as I’d hoped. We even had the most crazy sunny weather?? I saw the real life Book of Kells, which was so beautifully intricate, so unbelievably detailed, that I burst into tears at the sight of it. I had some great food in some great pubs with some great music and my greatest friends. I laid down in the softest grass by the clearest lake with birdsong and rustling leaves in my ears and nothing but happiness on my mind.

It really shows how well this holiday was able to take me out of my day-to-day mindset in the fact that I had zero interest in drawing while I was in Ireland and even LOST MY DAILY DRAWING STREAK (though it’s not that dramatic, you can read my thoughts here icymi). And as soon as I got back home I battled this major cold for a bit, which didn’t do much to improve my art either, so I’m just getting back into it now.

I actually feel really great. Autumn’s rolled around and I always get introspective with the changing of the seasons, even more so now. And I feel like I can really leave this past year behind me. It brought both the lowest and some of the highest points I’ve experienced in my life so far and I’m finally at a point where I’m able to say that I’m grateful for both. I feel like these two weeks off for me created some sort of vacuum in time that allowed me to properly deal with all this and recharge for what is next.

TL;DR: I cried at pretty things in Ireland, I rebooted my mind for a bit, I dyed my hair a saucy shade of blue, did nothing but play Dragon Age for a couple of days and now I’m back!

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Just some Sephiroth screenshots I got from the Dissidia Arcade (or it could be for Dissidia NT) Stream Square held earlier.  That one guy was thinking about picking Sephiroth, but he didn’t so uh…yeah.  He picked Jeckt, but in all honesty Sephiroth would destroy him.

Secretum means privacy or secret in Latin so I’m assuming on December 18th and 19th, there’s going to be some private event with the (Japanese) voice actors those who voice Cloud, Sephiroth, Squall and Tidus assuming so.  Damn Sephiroth, must you stare into my soul?! 

I really enjoy the first picture because it shows just how much Sephiroth stands out from the rest.   Plus he’s the only villain in the picture.  I’m eager to find out what happens during that time.

I hope Square releases another Beta for Dissidia NT and put Sephiroth in it!  After all, they changed up the game quite a bit since the last Beta.  One could only hope…

When I play video games with maps, or with more or less an understanding of a mapping system, I always try to identify what is supposed to be the most likely path to the end of the level so I can go and explore all the others possible paths first to get all the bonus before ending up moving on with the plot by accident and missing the bonus.

I don’t know how the fuck DA does that, but somehow every damn time I usually end up going right through the official path and miss bonus places because of that.

I mean at least it lets me go back after that and I can go fight again, but damn.

there were a lot of references in the new video, did you catch them all? let’s take a look.

1. nils sjoberg

remember that time she wrote a song with calvin harris but used a different name? this is that name, on one of the gravestones. after releasing that she had actually written the summer hit “this is what you came for,” calvin harris, among others, threw a fit on twitter - even though it had been agreed that if calvin and taylor broke up, she could express that she had written the song.

2. the out of the woods dress

this blue dress probably looks familiar! it’s the same one she wore in the out of the woods music video, the last music video of the 1989 era. this poses the same frantic question, are we out of the woods yet? as this grave-digging taylor suggests, not yet.

3. here lies 2014 met gala taylor

at first glance, it just looks like the taylor from before laying there, but after pausing it and going back, one realizes that isn’t zombie taylor, rather 2014 met gala taylor. 2014 would have been the start of the 1989 era, and the out of the woods video was the end of it, thus: by the end of 1989 era, she was ready to “bury” it.

4. the dollar bill

if you look just next to taylor’s shoulder, you can see a good ole george washington. one single dollar bill. is this a reference to taylor’s sexual assault trial recently, and the one dollar she won then? most likely, because if you go to other shots of her in the tub that aren’t directly above her, the dollar bill isn’t there, meaning it was edited in later, which would explain how it got there so late in the game. it stands for the simple victories everyone else gets to celebrate, while she does the same things and gets flack for it.

5. et tu brute

a famous line from shakespeare’s julius caeser, “et tu, brute” means “and you, brute?” right as marcus brutus lands the fatal blow in julius caeser’s, his once-friend’s back. this is a metaphor for all the people that taylor thought she could trust, before they turned around and trashed her name.

6. the tea

probably pretty simple to grasp - the tea is hot. alternatively, she, the snake in the video, gets to serve the tea this time around, or, she gets to lay down her side of the story.

7. car crash + paparazzi

did you see what happened here, at face value? taylor was in an expensive vehicle that got in a head-on crash, but everyone just stood back and took pictures, instead of rushing over to help. is this a reference to all the times that everyone stood back, took pictures, and laughed at her when she was beaten down? yes.

8. the grammy

the grammy blends in with the gold of the car and her outfit, so it’s pretty easy to miss, but there it is, in her hand, even though the car crashed. perhaps the future is being predicted?

9. the birdcage + leg tattoo

look closely at taylor’s leg, and you can see what looks to be a snake tattooed there. not to mention, here she is entertaining in a birdcage, which is guarded. she’s trying to have fun in this prison, biting her tongue, being the girl everyone wants, but she longs to be let free.

10. robbing a bank/stream co., blind for love

besides getting major harley quinn vibes, what else do we notice here? taylor swift robbing a vault, which says “stream company.” remember that time that taylor wrote an open letter to apple music and called her money hungry, even though she was taking her music off to benefit poorer artists? yes, we do. this is what she’s referencing here. also, her shirt says “blind for love” which makes sense, because she frequently refers to herself as a hopeless romantic, someone who opens theirselves up for love, even if it means getting hurt.

11. the squad

without explaining anything else, this scene can be described as a crowd of blank faced people, staring at taylor swift, who stands upon a stage looking menacing, and impressing one message upon the crowd: u, squad. it’s reminiscent of all the times people said taylor swift was over, because her friends, fans, or sales were fake or temporary. this is like a visual representation of the comments people made about taylor forcing people to do things for her to create the image she desired.

12. fake friends

and here we have the mannequins of the girls from the prior scene, chopped up. this one is pretty straight forward, these “friends” that taylor thought she had sometimes turned out to be more fickle and “fake” than she thought. also, can we talk about how taylor’s red boots are reminiscent of kinky boots? because yes.

13. the dancers, i heart ts

before taylor enters the room, the dancers are goofing around, but the second she comes in, the jump to attention, and rip off their jackets to reveal shirts that say “i heart ts.” it’s a throwback to when tom hiddleston wore a shirt with the same message on the fourth of july in 2016, and everyone said that she had forced him to wear it. it’s the same thing as before with the squad - the world decided that she had forced all these people to love her, not that they actually did.

14. the fight for glory

every time you pause this video, you come across a different taylor. squirrel pajamas wanegbt taylor, 2015 bbma’s taylor, 2014 acm’s taylor, wanegbt red tour taylor, 2016 new years rockin’ eve taylor, sparkly guitar fearless tour taylor, bleachella taylor, ballerina shake it off taylor, 2016 vma’s taylor… the list goes on and on. here, you can see them all fighting and clawing, trying to stand on top. it reminds me of “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me,” and the parallels between long live and new romantics in that line alone. all those times, she thought she’d made it to a point in her career where she could be respected as much as other artists in her tier, only to harshly realize she was going to get her name ran through the mud for doing the same thing as everyone else. the fight for glory is steep, and unfair.

15. junior jewels

looks familiar right? not quite! it is the same theme of the shirt, but look closely at the signatures - they’re signatures of actual people this time around. names like ed, selena, este, lena, blake, and ryan, among others, can be seen on her shirt, representing the true friends that stuck with her through her reputation being bashed.

16. “SHUT UP!”

here, all the different versions of taylor are repeating things that the media or other celebrities had said about her, until finally 2009 vma’s taylor repeated the same thing that 2017 taylor said in an instagram post - “i’d very much like to be excluded from this narrative.” the entire time, you can hear camera shutters going off and people chatting, presumably the rest of the world watching as she got torn apart. when vma’s taylor makes this final statement, all the other taylor’s, as well as what sounds to be an entire off-screen crowd, yell “SHUT UP” before the screen goes black. this is a powerful image, and it’s supposed to be. all the times she suffered, and people told her that she was overreacting, faking it, or doing it for publicity. if you feel remorse for seeing young taylor getting yelled at, or sorrow for the taylors falling when she said “because she’s dead,” you’re doing it right. 

nothing in this video was an accident.

if you’re angry at taylor for this video exposing things you said about her, or you’re repeating any of the words the versions of herself said at the end, you’re proving her point. her reputation was destroyed because people made a sport of making fun of her. and now, as taylor said, there will be no explanation, just reputation. 

anonymous asked:

I have this personal headcannon where Andrew actually has the cutest laugh in the fucking world but NO ONE CAN EVER KNOW THAT HES SO CUTE. Anyway, could you write a thing where Neil or even the foxes hear it for the first time and are like ???? He's so cute???

The years go on and on, and even though the other foxes might not think so, Neil can tell that Andrew is making huge steps in his recovery. He can see it in the way Andrew carries himself, in the ways he responds to certain situations, and how he acts when they’re alone together.

Quite frankly, he doesn’t care if anyone else notices, and neither does Andrew. Bee probably knows; her and Andrew still do weekly sessions over skype once he graduates and moves away, and that helps too.

More than anything, Andrew learns how to enjoy little things in life, and it all builds up to more and more good days. He still has bad ones, but deep wounds can still heal with time and distance and therapy.

Today, they’re having a quiet day in on their rest day. It’s mid-November and Chicago is miserable, so they’re content to wrap up in blankets and drink coffee and write the day off as a rest day. Neil wakes up to find Andrew in the kitchen, mockingly meow-ing back at King who is pacing around his ankles.

“He’s talkative this morning,” Neil mumbles, pouring himself coffee and then leaning against Andrew who is making them eggs.

“I drop one bit of egg on the ground and he suddenly thinks it’s all for him,” Andrew says, his hip bumping Neil’s in a silent good morning.

Neil chuckles, making kissy faces at King and drinking his coffee until the eggs are done.


After breakfast, Andrew and Neil grab their spare blankets and wrap up on the couch (which is really more of a loveseat), both of them in a corner with their legs tangled up together. Andrew grabs a book from the coffee table and opens it to wherever he had stopped last, and Neil messes around on his phone before deciding to flip through the TV channels.

It’s peaceful until King begins meowing up a storm again, pacing all around the couch like he can’t quite decide where is the best place to jump up. Andrew meows back at him once more, which gets a smile out of Neil, and Andrew glances at him out of the corner of his eye. Neil sees the telltale signs of Andrew’s happiness around his eyes, and although it’s still a rare occurrence, it’s not a complete surprise when Andrew grins too.

What does surprise both of them is the fact that King tries to jump up onto the back of the couch. It’s a lower seated piece of furniture, so he usually can make it, but today his claws sink into the fabric next to Andrew’s shoulder and squirms around for a second before dropping back to the floor. It’s almost comically Lion King-esque, and Andrew and Neil both stare at him for a second.

Then, Andrew laughs.

It’s short, but it’s almost a giggle and it’s nothing like the quiet snorts Neil has gotten so used to.

It’s so endearing that Neil can’t help but laugh along, and while he still laughs like it’s been startled out of him, he catches the way that it makes Andrew smile a little wider.

Neither of them mention it, because they don’t have to. They just go back to reading and watching TV, but every once and a while Neil can’t help but sneak a peek at Andrew.

“Pay attention to your show,” Andrew comments, not glancing up.

“Can’t,” Neil says, smile sliding back onto his face as Andrew finally looks up at him.

He doesn’t smile again, but his eyes soften and he nudges Neil’s knee with his own. “Your attention span has gotten worse and worse.”

Neil shrugs, clicking the TV off and snuggling back into his corner. “It’s not as interesting.”

Andrew rolls his eyes and looks back down at his book, and slowly Neil drifts off into a nap. Their house is quiet and calm and full of everything that makes Neil happy, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Hyungwon being cutely annoying 

V route good ending (spoiler!!!!)

I burned through almost all my hourglasses, hearts and half a day (no regrets) but I finally got the good ending!! And man, I am such an emotional wreck right now ; _ ; If you thought Seven’s route was heavy, well this one is like 3 times heavier. Damn! Some people (like me) like seeing spoilers, so the final CG is at the bottom. THERE’S A SPOILER HERE!⬇





























There’s gonna be an after story!

shoutout to The Bold Type for giving us a canon interracial relationship with two woc (one of them being a Muslim lesbian!), Another interracial relationship with a very dark skinned black man and white woman, three women supporting each other 24/7 instead of tearing each other down, a female boss who isn’t reduced to being a bitch all the time and actually supports and likes her employees and pushes them to be the very best they can be and that although she’s been through something so traumatic, she still made it 20 years later like??? the list goes on and on! this is a show that constantly transcended stereotypes and went against every trope imaginable week after week while fleshing out their characters in new and interesting ways and even though they only had ten episodes, they did a damn good job of it 💯💯💯!

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Then Rhodes’s eyes widened, and his body stiffened. “What the hell-” He dropped down next to Stark and pulled at his shirt. His face literally was lit up as he looked down at the radiant circle on Stark’s chest.

“Those bastards,” whispered Rhodey. “How much time-?”

Stark shook his head, uncomprehending.

“How much time until the bomb goes off, Tony!” His voice was rising with urgency. “Is there a cut-off switch?” Quickly he was uncorking his canteen and was trying to ease water down Stark’s throat. “I’m not abandoning you now, buddy! Not after all this! But we gotta disarm that thing, and if-”

Stark coughed up water, but it wasn’t because he was choking. It was because he finally realized what Rhodey was reacting to, and it was damned funny. He tried to speak and his voice was barely a croak as he said, “Not… a bomb, not a bomb.”

Rhodey stared in confusion at the miniature Arc reactor implanted in Stark’s chest. “Then what the hell is it?”

It glowed softly in the darkness. A beacon of light.

“A reminder,” said Tony Stark.

-Iron Man Movie Novelization | Gif Series

Two Haunted Souls

Note: this wasn’t a request, but I’m hoping this kick-starts my writing again. I haven’t had the motivation to write lately :( which sucks, but it happens ( a lot ). I hope you all are doing well! school is starting for some of you so I wish you the best! I’m just ready for Fall. also, Fall means cozy sweater!Seb. I’m very excited for that! but without further ado, enjoy this. feedback is welcome! .c

Originally posted by imaginemarvelbae



1:34am

Your nightmare clawed at your eyelids, your nails were digging into the sheet on the bed that had been pulled from the top corners of your mattress. A light layer of sweat lay on your skin, dampening the hairline on the base of your skull. It took everything in you to wake yourself up. An ear-piercing scream erupted from your chest and broke out of your dry lips, scratching at your throat. You’d feel it later on, no doubt. You always did.

Your body quickly shot up, your breath caught in your throat. As you looked around, you found yourself safe and in your room - not in the torture chamber you had been kept in for most of your teenage years. The memories plagued your thoughts day in and day out. When it was time to sleep, that’s when the demons came to play the most. 

It was hard accepting Tony’s offer for you to live in the Avenger’s compound. It wasn’t something you were used to. In the base Hydra kept you in, you had to stay in a broom closet, so it seemed, it was way too small. You were locked away like a prisoner of sorts, used for testing – like a lab rat.

Eventually, you knew you had no other choice. They wouldn’t let you become homeless, and now that you had been rescued, keeping you safe was their priority. Hydra was still out there. Everyone was easy to talk to, but more often than not, you chose to stay quiet or to yourself. 

Your feet padded down the chilly hallway as you made your way to the elevator. You knew sleep wasn’t going to be on the agenda now. Something tugged at your gut and you just needed to get out of your room. It’s like you could feel the demons staring at you, ready to pull you under and drown you again. Taking the elevator a few floors down, you exited and walked into the living quarters. You were slow-moving, slightly swaying on your feet as exhaustion swirled around your head.

To your surprise, you weren’t alone. You looked up at Bucky and met his blue eyes as he sat still in the recliner; eerily still, like if he moved, his demons would pounce on him. The lamp on the other side of the room was on, illuminating enough light to see the details on his face. 

It was covered in sweat and his eyes were bloodshot, the underside decorated with dark circles. You knew he had nightmares and that they were the very reason he’s awake at such an unholy hour. Countless times you’ve heard his painful screams on the floor above yours. 

Steve had introduced the two of you when you arrived and he was just as quiet as you had been. There were walls built up and a sort of fear of being around anyone. He had simply shook your hand, muttering a small hello while keeping his metal hand out of the way. His past with Hydra was no secret to you. 

Taking a seat on the couch opposite of him, you sat in the middle with your knees pulled to your chest. You hugged them close and kept your eyes on your feet. As you sat, you could hear Bucky’s breathing slow down. It was heavy and labored when you entered, and you found that yours had slowed as well. Being in the same room as someone that had been through much of the same thing as you, comforted you in some twisted way.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved from your spots, neither of you dared to close your eyes long enough to be drug back down.

3:41am, one week later

It was as if lava had been poured on your skin. You were burning, screaming as loud as you could with no voice, the demons clawed and grinned devilishly as they ripped you to shreds. Only when you shot up in your bed once again, was your voice found, a loud scream echoing throughout your room. Your chest heaved and your fingernails nearly ripped through your sheets, the soreness evident as you relaxed them. 

You sat for a moment, taking in your surroundings. Suddenly being in your room felt foreign and unsafe. You took the elevator down to the living quarters again, keeping your eyes on your feet. You took your usual spot on the couch after switching on the lamp, pulling your knees into your chest. Your eyes looked for Bucky, but he wasn’t to be seen.

Your thoughts were loud as you sat alone. Your body was still slightly shaking and you couldn’t ignore the images that circled around your mind, until the faint sound of heavy breathing sounded through the room. Your head snapped up and your eyes landed on a rather shaken up Bucky. His chest was glistening with sweat, his hair matted slightly.

The feeling of comfort washed over you and you sighed softly, watching him take his seat in the recliner again. His eyes remained on the ground as he leaned forward, his hands clasped together with his elbows on his knees. His hair fell around his face and you didn’t want to stare at him any longer, but just as you were about to look away, he glanced up at you through his lashes. No words were spoken, only a short glance of eye contact was shared.

Until the morning sun rose, you two remained still and quiet.

2:17am two days later

You hadn’t slept. You stayed awake and wondered about Bucky. The past few nights, you both stayed in the living quarters, silent and un-moving after nightmares brought you both out of a deep sleep. It was calming, but something made you want more, in a non-creepy way. You wanted to help him, but you couldn’t even help yourself. 

What happened to you both, haunted you two to the point where closing your eyes even to blink seemed like a horrible task. It made you nauseous. You wanted to speak to him, but you could never find your voice. Especially after so many nights of waking up from your own screaming.

You sighed and sat up in your bed, feeling like you were going to suffocate in this room if you stayed in it any longer. Slipping out of your door, you made your way to the elevator. It arrived at the living quarters once again. Your hugged your arms around yourself as you walked into the room. Out of reflex your eyes went to the recliner. It was empty. You sank into yourself.

You turned towards the couch and was shocked to see Bucky sitting on the side, his eyes on his hands in his lap. He looked like he was deep in thought, and you hadn’t heard his screams all night. You weren’t sure if you should sit in your usual spot – the change in seating was odd – so you made your way over to the recliner. 

You heard a faint whimper come from Bucky before you could sit down. It sounded desperate and broken; it made your heart sink in your chest. You turned to look at him and his eyebrows were creased, his hair framed his face and his eyes were staring right at you. Did he want you to sit beside him? You bit your lip nervously as you stood there, unsure of your next move.

Taking any ounce of courage you could muster, you cautiously walked over to the couch and sat down in the middle. Bucky didn’t move and neither did you. You weren’t close enough to make skin contact, but you were close enough to feel the body heat radiating off of him. His breathing eventually slowed and you felt yourself starting to fall into that wave of comfort. You felt safe and you only hoped he felt the same way.

3:03am one week later

The closeness between you and Bucky felt natural. Many times you’ve found yourself wanting to hear his thoughts, to ask him if he’s okay, what his nightmares are about, and if he felt any relief with you beside him, like you felt. But you were scared that that itself was a dream, as well. If you spoke, he’d disappear – all of it would disappear and you’d wake up in the torture chamber.

Your body felt drained of it’s energy tonight. Your nightmares only seemed to get worse. Your throat throbbed from your screams. It lasted longer and you managed to rip your sheets up this time. It’s the worst nightmare you’ve had, and that’s saying a lot. You were taken prisoner again, but you weren’t alone. Bucky was there, tied up and tortured like you had been. You screamed out and tried to save him, you did everything you could yet nothing at all to get them to stop. You couldn’t move, you were bound to that damned chair, needles poking into your skin, injected with anything they came up with.

You entered the room and avoided looking at Bucky. You knew you’d break at any moment. Crying wasn’t something you did, or even wanted to do. It was a sign of weakness, you had been told. You cried nearly every day during the time Hydra had you. Until one night, you became numb and accepted your fate.

Bucky was exhausted, like he always was. You heard his screams moments after you woke up. When they stopped, you knew he was making his way here. His eyes followed your body as you sat down on the couch. Your hands rest either side of you on the cushion, your legs hanging off the edge. 

Your breathing was ragged and you could see Bucky’s head slightly turn, his blue eyes looking down at you with a hint of worry. You kept your eyes straight ahead, trying to keep your tears inside.

Bucky watched your lip tremble and your eyes water, the rise and fall of your chest hiccuping in motion while you struggled to hold it together. Your eyebrows creased as the images and screams flashed through your mind. The look in Bucky’s eyes in your nightmare caused you to finally break. A sob fell from your lips. The sound shot through Bucky and he looked away slowly, biting his tongue. His heart broke at the sight and sound of you breaking.

Your right hand had formed a fist and you felt a touch of metal bump against the side of it. You gasped and looked down, seeing Bucky’s hand resting palm down like yours had been. His pinky nudged your hand and you sniffled, blinking away tears as you un-clenched your fist. Both of your movements were slow and you let his hand rest on top of yours. The cool metal was nice against your heated skin. You knew how hard this was for him, but both of you needed it. He knew that.

Flipping your hand over underneath his, you watched him link your fingers together. You took a brave glance at him and looked into his blue eyes. During your crying, he had shed a few tears himself. Pain crossed his features as he held onto your hand. His metal arm was something you knew he struggled with. It wasn’t something he wanted. Neither of you had a choice in your past.

As time passed by, he relaxed into your touch and you did the same, gently tightening your hold on him. His metal thumb slightly caressed your skin. All through the night, you held onto his hand and listened to his deep breaths.

1:47am, three days later

Holding hands had become the new “normal” for you and Bucky when you two sat in the living quarters. It’s not intimate, or if it was, it was only a slim percentage. Gentle human contact was something you had been without for most of your life – you figured the same for Bucky. Only tonight, you knew for sure he would need more contact. His screams jolted you awake. For the first time, your nightmares hadn’t been the thing that woke you up, or your own screams.

He was screaming continuously and your body moved before you could think. You ran towards your door, but stopped upon hearing something you never would’ve guessed he would yell. ”Y/N!” He was screaming your name. Your hands trembled and for a moment, you couldn’t move at all. You were stuck and planted, unable to move as you listened to Bucky scream for you. 

In the short time you’d spent together in silence, a bond had formed. You felt it, you knew he did, too. When he appeared in your nightmares, you didn’t think you’d appear in his. But you were wrong.

A particularly loud scream jerked your body back in motion. You started running as fast as you could to the elevator, pressing his floor number. Luckily he was above you so you’d get there quicker. Your breathing was fast and heavy, your own nightmare still fresh. But you couldn’t think about that this time. Bucky was screaming for you and you knew tonight was the night you needed to focus on him, instead of the both of you.

You ran up to his door, the sounds of his screams louder than ever. You opened his door gently and peeked inside. He was writhing around, his metal arm gripping his pillow before throwing it across the room. You rushed over to his bed and leaned your knee on his mattress. “Bucky!” You whispered, not wanting to scare him. If you did, that metal hand wouldn’t be gripping his other pillow. He was screaming again and it hurt your eardrums but you had to do something.

Your hand reached out for his shoulder and you shook it. “Bucky, wake up!” Your voice was firmer and louder, it broke him out of his sleep and his breath hitched. He jolted up, nearly knocking you off of his bed. You backed away slowly, your hands shaking at your sides. He stared at you, not believing it was you. His eyes were wide and his chest rose and fell rapidly. 

“I’m here.” You whispered, your bottom lip trembling again. A tear fell down your cheek as Bucky reached his hand out towards you, his fingers trembling. Taking a step forward, your hand slid into his. Before you could get onto his bed, Bucky pulled you into his broad chest. It was damp with sweat but you didn’t care.

His arms held you close as he sobbed into your shoulder. Your arms loosely rest around his neck, your bodies rocking back and forth. “I’m here.” You cried, tangling your hand into his long, damp, dark hair. He nodded against you, his own sobs hiccuping as his hands gripped onto your shirt, his arms nearly crushing you against him. You two stayed in each other’s arms, holding onto the other as if it were the only thing that helped, the only thing that kept the demons away.

Slowly but surely, your breathing started to calm and match in rhythm. For once in both your lives, you felt like everything would be okay; as long as you had each other to hold onto. 

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Making gifs for Hannigram day and I just need to scream about this moment for a second

I’m just???? I always forget how god damn intimate this bullshit is. The way Hannibal holds onto it for just a breath too long after Will takes it in his hand. This feels like a touch. It feels like a kiss. And for what this means to Hannibal, to be sharing in such an experience with someone–with Will–for the first time, it might as well be so much more than that. It might just be the most intimate moment of his life up to that point. 

La Douleur Exquise Pt 1 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: demon summonings, lots of swearing, and a grumpy min yoongi (what’s new?)

genre: fluff, angst, humor, eventual smut (none in this chapter!)

words: 6.2K (FUCK!)

a/n: the preview got such good responses that I had to finish this right away! hope it stands up to your expectations! enjoy~ (pls ignore some grammatical mistakes; i still need to edit it a bit)

➵  part 1 (you’re here!) // part 2 // part 3 (coming soon!)


In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea trying to recreate an ancient demon-summoning circle in the middle of your living room. If anyone asked you what had possessed you to do so regardless, you’d point fingers at your history professor for assigning the task in the first place. Although, you might concede that he didn’t technically ask you to assemble the summoning circle; all you were assigned to do was do some research about ancient summoning techniques with five to ten sources maximum. The problem with the assignment lied with the latter part of the requirements: the motherfucking references.

No matter how hard you tried to search for reliable photographs of professionally reenacted summoning circles, none of significant quality had popped up anywhere. You were seriously starting to consider attaching some DeviantArt fanart by the time you had reached page 67 on the Google search page.

In short, you were desperate—and desperation meant that you didn’t really think things through.

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“Really, Peter, my daughter ?” - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary : Peter starts to date Tony Stark’s daughter and the Iron Man isn’t sure he’s liking it…Well, actually, he’s pretty sure he hates it. 

I wanted to write something else than Batfam or DC related for once sooooooo…Here’s a Peter Parker story yo. It has probably been written a thousand times, but after I watched “Spider-Man : Homecoming”, all I wanted to do was writing a story with Peter starting to date Tony’s daughter so…yeah. Here it is. Hope you’ll like it : 

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Peter didn’t really mean for this to happen. Far from it. Oh it would have avoided him a world of troubles if none of this ever happened. 

Nope, totally didn’t mean for this to happen. Besides, when he first met you, he had a massive crush on Liz and had eyes only for her. Oh he was head over heels for her. And, your first encounter wasn’t exactly…a smooth one. 

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Months earlier, when Peter helped your father against Captain America: 

It was very soon after the big fight between “Team Iron Man” and “Team Captain America” that you met him. Peter was waiting for  “Mr. Stark” in the Avengers’ watchtower, in one of the waiting lounge. 

An annoying elevator music was playing and Peter was awkwardly sitting in one of the ridiculously fancy chair of the lounge, waiting for…Someone. Anyone really. 

He had been waiting for hours. Did…did they forgot about him ? Nooooo, Mr. Stark would never do that to him. 

And when the door opened, Peter’s heart leapt at the thought of talking to his hero again and…A girl he only saw on TV appeared, hurriedly closing the door behind her. 

You. It was you. The famous (Y/N) Stark, only daughter of the even more famous Tony Stark, and therefor, sole heir to the Stark’s fortune.  

You didn’t even notice Peter at first, as he was sitting in the chair furthest to the door, and when you did, the face you made made him flinch. You seemed so unhappy to see him…

-Who the Hell are you ?

You ask without any other preamble. Peter stands up and clears his throat…and oh he wanted to slap himself when instead of telling you his name he said : 

-You’re…You’re (Y/N) Stark ! 

You roll your eyes at him and approach him slowly, giving him a suspicious look before saying : 

-Thank you, without you, I think I would have never known my own name. I’m so grateful right now…

The sarcasm in your voice was so strong Peter thought he could feel it squeezing his heart and self-confidence. It took him way too long before he finally answered : 

-Peee…Pee…Peter Parker. 

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~ Jimin Leading You On ~ PART SEVEN 

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It was the day after you hung out with Yoongi and you were still so overwhelmed. You sat on your sofa, staring at your phone in anticipation. Why did he have to kiss you? You knew you had some sort of attraction towards him, but now? Now your heart raced at even the thought of him! 

Why was Yoongi taking so long to answer, anyway? 


“Now, don’t tell me you can somehow mess up brownies?” You asked, taking the ingredients out of the fridge.

“Shut up,” Yoongi laughed. Like, actually, laughed. His eyes crinkled slightly and you saw his cute gummy smile the boys teased him about.

You two handed each other ingredients and stirred them into mixing bowls. While you stirred the wet ingredients, Yoongi stirred the dry. Looking toward him to see how he was doing, you stifled a laugh. 

“I might’ve gotten some on me…” He trailed off, looking down at his powdered clothes.

Letting out a laugh, you walked over to him and patted his chest. That only caused a poof of flour to blow up from his chest leaving you both in coughing fits, all the while you laughed.

“Why am I the one who always ends up being a mess?” Yoongi whined, pouting his lips and with sad eyes. 

After finishing mixing the ingredients, you placed them into a pan and put it into the preheated oven.

“Now, we wait,” You sighed, both of you walking to the living room.

“So, you’ve come to your conclusion?” Yoongi blurted, nonchalantly, picking his phone up from the coffee table.

“Hm?”

“About Jimin? You said there’s something…holding you back?”

Looking away from his curious gaze, you shrugged. “I thought so but I still don’t know how I feel.”

“You know, I may act cold around everyone, but…you can to turn to me if ever in need. Just know that,” Yoongi spoke, sternly, and you looked at him in surprise. 

“Thanks. I appreciate that,” you sent a warm smile which he, genuinely, returned. “Now, I think we need better hangout ideas. All we’ve been doing is eating and watching movies…”

“What’s wrong with that? Definitely beats going outside,” Yoongi retorted, with a laugh. 

“Ha ha,” You rolled your eyes, a playful smile painting your lips.

“Scooch over,” You lightly pushed Yoongi’s leg from being sprawled over the couch, causing them to slide of onto the floor. 

“How much longer?” He yawned.

“Twenty minutes or so? We could get take out if you don’t want to wait and––” You were cut off by the soft sounds of snoring. Turning your head, you saw Yoongi’s head leaned back, mouth hung open, asleep. “Gee, thanks,” you muttered sarcastically, although you knew he wouldn’t answer. 

Twenty minutes passed and you took the brownies out of the oven. Cutting them up, you grabbed one and headed back to the couch. 

“They’re ready,” You mumbled, with a mouth full of brownie. 

“What is that smell?”

“It’s delicious!”

“Did you bake, Y/N?”

“Can I have one?”

“Me too!”

“Save one for me!”

Six boys tumbled out of their rooms and raced toward the kitchen. Before you could protest, they stuffed one in their mouths and ran back to their rooms. Looking back at the plate filled with brownies, you groaned when you saw that the boys hadn’t left any for Yoongi. He was going to be pissed.

“They’re ready?” He opened his eyes and slowly sat up. Looking back down at the brownie you took only one bite of, you held it out for Yoongi. 

“The boys kind of took them all. Have mine,” you waved the brownie around his face. Pouting, he shook his head. “I’d rather just punch them than steal yours.”

“Just eat the brownie,” You rolled your eyes.

 Sighing, he leaned over and took a bite out of the brownie in your hand. “Mm, that’s good! We made that?” He queried, with a mouth full. 

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because I can’t cook! At least, not as well as Jin.”

“Damn, right!” You heard from down the hall. Laughing, you took another bite of the brownie you were sharing. 

You and Yoongi lounged around, one of the boys coming in ever so often, laughing nervously when Yoongi glared at them. 

“It’s late. I should get home,” you checked your watch. 

“Damn, you’re right. Let me walk you back since it’s dark.” This time you didn’t protest.

Arriving in front of your apartment building, you thanked Yoongi. After a few minuted of peering at him, he looked around, uncomfortably. “Uh, Y/N? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Just wondering how I, out of all people, could be the reason your so soft” Throwing his head back to groan, he whined, “Y/N!”

“Sorry! Just curious, that’s all,” You shrugged.

“I just like you, slightly more than other people. Take that as a compliment,” He raised an eyebrow, causing you to grin. 

“Wow. What an honor,” You feigned shock, placing a hand over your chest. “Thanks for walking me home,” You smiled, gratefully. 

Turning to go in, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned your head to ask what Yoongi was doing, but was cut off when he tugged you closer to him and placed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened, but didn’t push him away. Instead, you closed your eyes and leaned into him. 

Pulling away, breathless, both of your cheeks were a deep red. “Bye, Y/N,” Yoongi chuckled, softly. You were still in a daze only able to put your hand up and wave.


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