flesh memory

Hallelujah

Summary: Through Bucky’s eyes, he falls in and out of love with you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1,545 (incl. lyrics)

Warnings: Angst. 

A/N: Heard this song today and well, this came out. Hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by gliceria


Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah 

I remember the day I met her. I recall everything, the clothes she was wearing, the weather, the name of the waitress that was taking my order, how stale the soda became because I was so entranced with her, with the way she moved. I remember everything. And every now and again, my brain goes over this occasion, because it does not want to forget, does not want these details of such a monumental moment in my life to fade away.

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Anchor

His body was a patchwork of scars-a canvas of raised lines and white, taut skin. Andrew’s black bands helped, but nothing stopped the wide-eyed looks to the remnants of his cheek and the scars on his hands. He didn’t blame the onlookers, it was only natural to stare. You pay attention to the differences. Hell, it’s how he’d survived this long, so he could at least understand that. But in a heartbeat, what started out as a glance morphed into morbid curiosity and that made Neil’s throat clench tight.

It shouldn’t have bothered him and when he finally took a deep breath and slowed his racing thoughts, he realized it really didn’t. But in that instant, there was a slow, stretch of panic that turned his stomach upside down. It was the sharp inhale of surprise, the quiver of a hand, or the ever-apparent grimace on the stranger’s face that set his nerves aflame.

And in that moment Neil wanted to run. To avoid eye contact, turn on his heel and walk the other way, away from their curiosity and their roving eyes. Such things were threats, or had been at least, to his very existence.  

And now he was living in a world where he had invited such speculation in.

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4

“I don’t think there’s anything hidden in the icing,” said Scrimgeour, “but a Snitch would be a very good hiding place for a small object. You know why, I’m sure?”

Harry shrugged. Hermione, however, answered: Harry thought that answering questions correctly was such a deeply ingrained habit she could not suppress the urge.

“Because snitches have flesh memories,” she said. 

Because if memory exists outside of the flesh it wont be memory because it wont know what it remembers so when she became not then half of memory became not and if I become not then all of remembering will cease to be. –Yes […] Between grief and nothing I will take grief.
—  William Faulkner from Wild Palms [If I Forget Thee Jerusalem] (Random House, 1939)
[045.] under the skin

nothing was ever mine
until i made it part of me by force;
things can be broken, sold,
stolen, clothes can be torn.
all that ever seemed real
were the physical reminders.
pierce me, put a hole in my skin
and i’ll know you were there
i’ll know this was for me
i’ll always have a scar from the time
i said “fuck it” and took myself out
past the flaring yellow gorse bushes
stole a day for myself and enjoyed a needle
took a new punch of pain
from a blonde with a smile
and had something to show for it for once.
i’ll always bear the marks of a day
spent watching rain split the leaves in the garden
washed in music
sucking ink under my skin
and tying memories to flesh.

- under the skin // zia // k. r. cole

i like to think amy initiated the first legit-oh-my-god-we-are-full-on-locking-our-lips kiss with jake. 

only, really, she did it because it was the fastest way to get him to shut up for one minute, please

at least, that’s what she tells herself later that night when she’s all snuggled up in bed while her mind is a thousand miles away, tossing and turning to the flesh memory of the way his lips felt. 

who knew he could effectively use his mouth for things other than talking? or smiling with that goofy smirk for no particular reason? 

secretly, they sneak in more kisses at work and out of work; stealing each other’s lips when the time calls for it and, more than sometimes, when it doesn’t. 

in no time whatsoever, amy and jake become chained at the mouths and it’s for better reasons than trying to get jake to shut up.

Eazy E Memory #9

Bone said that Eazy liked sleeping over at their place some occasions. He would randomly show up and sleep on the floor even though Bone members would constantly offer their beds. On mornings after he slept over, he would always eat their cereal then leave. Krayzie would always trip out over him doing that because most of the time Eazy would eat all of the cereal.

the 10 times she heard about luck

fandom: star wars

pairing: rebelcaptain

words: 1.2k

rating: T

prompt: luck (@rebelcaptainprompts)

thanks to @accidental-rambler for her beta work! (thank you so much for tolerating me)

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“Good luck” is not something she likes to say, it’s not a word that cross her mind when she opens her eyes. They’ve survived Scarif and it’s enough. It wasn’t luck, it came with blood, burnt flesh and painful memories. It wasn’t luck.

Jyn often thinks about it, dreams about it even, and surviving seems harder than dying.

She had found her luck though - in her new family. In Baze’s laugh, in Chirrut’s wisdom, in Bodhi’s sweetness, and Cassian’s embrace. That’s where her luck is. It helps her getting up in the cold morning of Hoth, to keep fighting.

She squeezes the stone around her neck, thinking of all the people who were out of luck.

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Hurts So Good (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 10~

Originally posted by xxlocked-awayxx


Reaching for the door, I slid it open with all the strength I had, taking notice of Stiles standing in the middle of the room, his back to me. As if he sensed me, he turned back slowly, his eyes seeming frightened and lost.

“Stiles,” I huffed in relief, running to him and throwing myself into his chest, hugging him tightly. My body froze as he stood completely still, not bothering to hug me back. Pulling away, I looked up into the smiling face of the Nogitsune.

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hogwarts au

i couldn’t help myself, feel free to add to this

  • octavia spikes bellamy’s pumpkin juice with liquid luck so he finally plucks up the courage to ask out clarke griffin and unbelievably she says yes (he only finds out later that octavia is a smug child who didn’t do shit).
  • clarke needs a study buddy for history of magic. who better? “clarke stayed focused!” “but bell this is boring” *indignant spluttering* “clarke the goblin riots of the 18th century-” “let’s make out” “okay” 
  • clarke saving her chocolate frog cards for bellamy
  • bellamy enchanting the flowers in clarke’s hair to blue to bring out the colour of her eyes
  • AWKWARD BLUSHING WHILE ASKING THE OTHER TO THE YULE BALL
  • amortentia to clarke smells like the log fire in the gryffindor common room where bellamy reads late at night, the chocolate frogs he shares with octavia and the pages of books in the library 
  • amortentia to bellamy smells like clarke’s hair and the greenhouses they make out behind and the firewhisky they drink to get buzzed 
  • (bonus if they aren’t dating and can recognise each other’s scent and suddenly realise how screwed they are)
  • “bellamy we can’t be here, this corridor is forbidden! i’m a prefect and -” “let’s make out” “okay” 
  • clarke has to repair bellamy’s glasses every hour 
  • also has to summon books out of his hand
  • he keeps all of her drawings of thestrals and unicorns (permanent sticking charm on his four poster) 
  • secret meet ups in the room of requirement (”we need a place to make out, we need a place to make out, we need a place to make out”) 
  • MOVING PHOTOGRAPHS (attack hug, yule ball dancing, oh the possibilities)  
  • clarke fussing over bellamy in the hospital wing after yet another quidditch injury (he pretends to moan but secretly loves it) 
  • clarke wearing bellamy’s gryffindor scarf with her slytherin robes when he’s playing ravenclaw or hufflepuff
  • but trash talking him whenever slytherin are playing 
  • snowball fights in the grounds during winter 
  • bellamy gives clarke an old snitch for her birthday and she’s getting so frustrated because obviously there’s something in it but hello, flesh memories, she gets so mad until he finally touches it with his bare hand and wow, there’s a ring in there. 

anonymous asked:

can u suggest something where D and H talk to each other without knowing theother's identity? like, in an online chat room or via magical notes or something along those lines?

Hi, try these.

  • Footnotes By: kateofallpeople - T, 23 Chapters - Hermione hides letters in library books - but never expects a reply. She and her new friend confide in each other, ultimately fall in love - but can such a love story turn deadly when their identities are revealed? HBP, T for Language, Violence. Sequel entitled ‘Headlines’ coming soon! 
  • Dear Stranger By: ssssslytherclaw - K, 16 Chapters - When Hermione gets an invitation to join a therapeutic pen pal program called Medicinal Mail, she joins half-heartedly, only to slowly fall in love with the stranger she’s writing to. (based on You’ve Got Mail) 
  • Ink On Paper By: mountain ash - T, 22 chapters - The students at Hogwarts are being forced to write to another student in a different house, and have no idea who they are writing to. Guess who gets paired up with Hermione? And so ensues the story of how the two overcame their prejudices. Dramione! 
  • HINTS By: Never Forevermore - T, 16 chapters - The war is over. Voldemort is dead, but the four Hogwarts houses are still not united. So, to support inter house unity, Dumbledore introduces H.I.N.T.S., a new pen pal system. Chaos ensues, but will love between two once enemies also occur? 
  • Flesh Memory by gocnocturna - M, 17 chapters - Voldemort was defeated in 6th year, it’s 7th year and McGonagall institutes a pen-pal system with a member of a different house starting it the summer before 7th year begins. Hermione enjoys writing with her mystery ‘Damien’, but views him as a question to answer. What happens when she figures him out? What about Harry and Ron and their pen-pals? Where does Hermione sneak off to at night?
  • A Thousand Words by annie - T, 35 chapters - For the rest of the Ministry, the interdepartmental challenge was merely a failed attempt to restore trust between workers. But for Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, it was the catalyst for an unexpected relationship built on passionate letters, concealed identities, and secret meetings � and the beginning of an end that neither of them could ever have imagined possible, not even in their wildest dreams.

- Ladybear ^_^

Edit:

Hello! You can also try these two.

The Apothecary Around the Corner by Tygermine- M, one shot

Draco has an apothecary and an online friend. What happens when his shop is in danger and his online friendship becomes complicated? Notes Written for the 2012 H&V Treasured Tropes challenge.

Letters To No One by MrDarling- T, 13 chapters, complete

Hermione/Draco romance- 7th year and Hogwarts: Dumbledore had a brilliant idea of having students become pen-pals with pen names. Hermione and Draco are both Head Boy and Girl. They also got paired to be pen-pals and have no idea who they are writing to. Romance/Humour. Complete

- Wynken

Eazy E Memory #4

According to Wish and Krayzie Bone, the first time Bone Thugs ever went out with Eazy E was to a video shoot. The rap group Brownside was shooting for one of their songs, and the whole time Eazy and Bone were off to the side smoking weed. They didn’t know how it started but eventually Brownside members started arguing amongst themselves. It got to the point to where they started shooting, so Eazy and Bone Thugs started running away. Apparently Krayzie and Bizzy ran towards the car they came in, but the driver of the car locked the doors and wouldn’t let them in then drove off. Eazy, Wish, Layzie, and Flesh ended up running the other way towards a parking garage. They ran up LaCienega that night.