just replaces memories

unidentifiedblackthorn  asked:

we were forced to hide in this very cramped space (from friends/authority figures/people trying to kill us) and this is a very awkward position to be stuck in with someone you’re avoiding because they’re too attractive for you to deal with” au WITH RHYS AND LUCIEN?? PLS??? I CRY???

this was for the prompts from a while ago!! still doing them, it’s just taking me 5ever lol. BUT THANK U FOR THIS GIFT IM ALSO CRY. 

WHO IS READY FOR RHYCIEN?????

———————

“Get off me, you idiotic–”

“You’re the one who’s on me, you get off.”

But there is nowhere to go, and after a few moments of futile struggle, Lucien is forced to settle with his shoulder wedged against the door, half being poked by the cleaning supplies sticking from the shelves in this comically small maintenance closet, and half with Rhysand flush against him, their limbs askew and intertwined as they’re posed to avoid randomly hung buckets and mops.

Lucien swears and Rhysand asks, almost incredulous, “does the Fall Court not believe in adequate storage space?”

“Couldn’t you just replace all their memories with giant squids or something?” Lucien snaps in response, “Cauldron boil me, you’re supposed to be this all-powerful godlike creature and we’re hiding in a closet–”

Rhysand puffs out a laugh and Lucien can feel it on his ear. “I am an all-powerful godlike creature, first of all. And there should be an ‘extraordinarily handsome’ somewhere in there too.”

Insufferable. Insufferable. That he is, in fact, extraordinary handsome, and the slight implication that he knows Lucien thinks that… there are so many awful people in this court it seems impossible that Rhysand could introduce him to new ways to hate a person, but here they are, pure frustrated loathing coursing hot through Lucien’s veins as they hide from the Fall Court guards.

It is entirely Rhysand’s fault, a stunning highlight to this diplomatic trip that seems to have been planned with the specific goal of making Lucien’s life difficult every turn. Today Rhysand had been taking an uncomfortably close look at one of the Fall Court heirlooms, when he definitely had no business being unaccompanied in the vaults–Lucien had stumbled across him and must have startled him, because Rhysand dropped the precious glass artifact he was inspecting, and the sound of shattering was met with cries from the guards and the sounds of approaching boots. A mutual look of fury and fear–neither prince wanted to be associated with the crime, much less face Beron’s wrath for it–and they’d taken off down the hall, since winnowing was magically disabled in the palace. Lucien had been the one to pull them into a closet as the guards drew closer, and as Rhysand’s elbow digs further into his side, he regrets it fervently. His father’s retribution–or almost anything–would have been better than enduring this. It’s pitch black in the closet, and the darkness is heightening his other senses: Rhysand is warm and firm against him, and Lucien is discovering nuances in Rhysand’s scent, thick between them, something like saltwater under the citrus-musk, and he likes it and he hates that he likes it.

Rhysand goes on after a pause; Lucien suspects it’s because he can’t handle the mere suggestion that he’s less powerful than he’s supposed to be.

“In any case, the peace between Night and Fall is tenuous–”

“It gets more tenuous with every passing second of your knee jamming into my thigh.”

Rhys pauses to make a huffy little show of being interrupted. “–As I was saying, is tenuous, and tampering with will or memories leaves traces, if you know where to look. Your father employs people who know where to look. I’d like to not endanger that peace by giving anyone cause for suspicion.”

“Yes, we certainly wouldn’t want you, sneaking around the vaults alone and fondling ancient magical items, to seem suspicious.” Lucien loads it with as much venomous sarcasm as possible.

“Interesting word choice.”

“Oh, you’re going to distract me from your snooping with innuendo? Very mature behavior from a High Lord apparent.”

“I’m not the one who said fondling.” A pause, and Lucien can hear the filthy smirk in Rhysand’s voice when he adds, low and breathy, “And I could distract you with a lot more than innuendo, if I wanted to.”

The points where their bodies press into one another suddenly feel very heavy, and the air around them very thin. Lucien is going to kill him. He’s going to set all of Rhysand’s clothes on fire at once; even if Lucien gets third degree burns by proximity and/or murdered by Night Court spies in retaliation it’ll be worth it.

“Do you just go through life assuming everyone in the world is insatiably attracted to you?” He hisses.

Rhysand hums faintly. “Mostly. I tend to be right, though.”

How can he be so casually haughty, so at ease in this ridiculous pose they’re holding? How in the world does this not phase him?

And what would it take to break that cavalier composure of his?

Lucien feels the urge to try, one way or another, throttle him or kiss him, something, anything, to bring him down to some part of Lucien’s emotional level of lusting contempt. He manages, with great effort, to ignore it and lie instead.

“Consider me an exception.”

“Really?” It’s an amused little purr. “You’ve never thought about me fondling anything other than glass trinkets?”

“Incredibly, I find arrogance something of a turn-off,” Lucien bites out.

“I’m not sure I believe you. Maybe I should rifle around in your head and check.”

“Stay the fuck out of my mind, Rhysand,” Lucien snarls; aware that it’s bait, rising to it anyway. “I catch you trying to get past my shields and I swear I’ll—“

“You’ll what? Mouth off to me some more?” Rhysand says, sharply, baldly. Lucien feels thin fingers find his face in the dark, finds himself paralyzed with equal parts fury and heat as Rhysand traces the shape of his lips, his jaw.  “That temper of yours is going to get you into trouble, little Lucien. I hope you get as good at finishing things as you are at starting them.”

The nickname is too much.

Lucien snaps with something like a growl in his throat, and they collide with the clatter of cleaning supplies, door rattling as Rhysand shoves him against it, lips hot and seeking against Lucien’s. Hands grapple ungracefully, pulling, tugging, digging into clothing, both of them seeking to take; Rhysand tastes like sweat and the dust of the room and a bittersweet darkness, and Lucien is all teeth in search of more of it.

“You bit me,” Rhysand grunts, although it doesn’t stop his hand’s frenzied ascent up under Lucien’s now-untucked shirt to touch his bare chest.

“You called me Little Lucien,” Lucien pants petulantly, as Rhys latches onto his neck, sucking out his revenge.

“Well you are proving me wrong, aren’t you?” Rhys palms the generous bulge of Lucien’s hardening cock by way of explanation. “Not so little.”

Lucien holds back a groan, instead gritting out, “Fuck, I hate you.”

Rhysand chuckles, and Lucien kisses him again, rough, sloppy, just so he’ll shut up, for cauldron’s sake—

And then the world is bright, and they’re both tumbling backwards. Lucien hits the ground hard, arousal interrupted by the painful weight of Rhys landing almost entirely on top of him.

The poor maid who opened the door—and managed to dodge out of the way before her prince and the foreign dignitary he’s clearly making out with tumbled out—stands there in absolute shock, a hand clasped over her mouth.

“Sorry,” Lucien apologizes to her vaguely, feeling his shame return to him with his sense of sight.

———————

Rhysand rights himself and slips away before Lucien can finish calming the frazzled, embarrassed maid, and is mercifully absent for the rest of the day, as Lucien grows more and more mortified about the event. By the time he retires for the night, he’s considering hiding in his room for the remaining days of Rhysand’s visit and also maybe the rest of eternity.

But he opens the door to see Rhysand, calmly inspecting the contents of his desk.

“What are you doing here?” Lucien blurts, too surprised and lingeringly embarrassed to put any real hostility behind it.

Rhysand puts down whatever he was playing with, walks over to where Lucien is rooted to the floor with that brand of disaffected self-assurance that reminds Lucien: he hates him, he hates him, don’t make out with him again–

“We weren’t finished when we were interrupted earlier,” Rhysand murmurs, and kisses him.

Arrogant, entitled, presumptuous, insufferable, insufferable, insufferable–

Lucien’s resolve crumples like wet paper and he kisses him back, Rhysand’s night-cool aura washing over his senses, making him forget why this was ever a bad idea. Somehow they end up stumbling towards the bed, Lucien gripping the back of Rhysand’s neck as they tumble onto it.

“It’s Rhys, not Rhysand, when you come,” Rhys manages to get out against Lucien’s lips, somehow still imperious when he’s underneath Lucien, both of them flushed.

Lucien swears softly. “Only if you promise to stop talking.”

The Winter Soldier - Part Six

Summery: In 1993 Hydra put you under Cyro freeze and after twenty four years sleeping, your past companion Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier finds you and brings you out into the real world but the both of you struggle with your past as Hydra’s Winter Soldiers.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,395

Warnings: nothing really just a creepy dude

A/N: Ah I’m actually quite proud of my first series. I hope you enjoy, happy readings!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

*gif creds to owner*


Just as Steve promised he took you shopping the next day. Leaving the tower was something you were very uneasy about given the world has probably changed in the twenty four years you napped. Tony was trying to help you and you hadn’t missed much except the fact that ‘smartphones’ were insanely popular and extremely useful. You had everything you needed in the smallest device possible that you could carry in your pocket.

 “They are handy but I’m still not use to them either,” Steve reassured you.

“Should I bring it?” You ask holding it like a baby in your hands.

“Nah, you should be good.”

Steve took you to the mall on his motorcycle. You loved the feel of wind blowing through your hair as he sped down the roads. Cars were so much nicer now than they were in 1992. The people looked and dressed differently too but the world was still the terrible place it was when you went to sleep. You and Steve tried thinking of a different way to explain what happened but going to sleep for a while was the best possible way you could put it.

Once arriving to the huge building aka the mall you and Steve were lost.

“So where do you wanna shop first?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know what do girls these days wear?” You countered.

“We are not the right people to be shopping for your new wardrobe.”

“Guess we better get started butchering my new look,” you say laughing. Steve laughed back before you walked into a store that held a group of girls who looked about your age, or the age that you looked.

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waiting for someone to save me from me

life is beautiful, really, it is, full of beauty and illusions

loveless

hopeless

perfect boys only exist in books

i didn’t know i was lost

everybody dies but not everybody lives

i trusted you. my mistake, not yours

that’s people, we arrive, consume what we can, then leave

time heals nothing, it just replaces memories

zombies eat brains, you’re safe

stars can’t shine without darkness

happiness will find you when you stop hiding

what is essential is invisible to the eye

mi ruberete tutto ma non il sorriso (me roubaste tudo mas não o sorriso)

someone once told me your eyes are the only truthful part of your body

our minds are troubled by the emptiness

soulless people

middle fingers up

some scars are ment to stay

one big school full of fake bitches

to love, is to destroy

if your eyes could speak what would they say?

dark circles has stories to tell

too vogue for you

in their last moments people show you who they really are

all monsters are human

are you living your dream?

no matter how good they are, some memories need to be forgotten

not expecting nothing from no one anymore.

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infucknity ∞

i dont fucking want this anymore

make me stay

im not strong

die like a paradise

be strong because im not

ilysfm ☠

so what¿

☛ hi bbys ☚

ihy

im△gine

☯ love me like you do ☯

☼ youre my sunshine ☼

where are my fucking fans?

☹ basic as fuck ☹

♡ im single ♡

br(ok)en

wonderl△nd

✿ whats bio? ✿

♡ heartbreakers ♡

fake ☯

neverl△nd

grow up dude

”i hate people i love pizza”

she can fuck u but i can fuck u better

nobody dies a virgin, life fucks us all and i can fuck u too

why i’m so sad

xoxo, gossip girl

you’re only a depressive bitch

this bitch actually thinks i care 

silence is better than bullshit

i shoud have made you mine

a kiss is just a kiss until it is with someone you’ll truly miss

i call him the devil cuz he makes me wanna sin

stop romanticizing things that hurt

cause you dont destroy people you love

you’ll always have a special place in my heart

you’d leave me anyway

cause your heart deserves a whole lot more than a broken girl 

did you ever think about the promises you made?

you hurt the only one who would never hurt you

i trusted you. my mistake, not yours

sadness is a drug

cause who would love a girl with scars

you were the first love i lost

to the moon and back, remember?

you cant break a broken heart

its like you ripped my heart out

break my heart and i’ll break your x-box

my nightmares are about losing you

we are unapologetic

△ live fast die young ▽

waiting for someone to save me from me

life is beautiful, really, it is, full of beauty and illusions

loveless

hopeless

perfect boys only exist in books

i didn’t know i was lost

everybody dies but not everybody lives

i trusted you. my mistake, not yours

that’s people, we arrive, consume what we can, then leave

time heals nothing, it just replaces memories

zombies eat brains, you’re safe

stars can’t shine without darkness

happiness will find you when you stop hiding

what is essential is invisible to the eye

mi ruberete tutto ma non il sorriso (me roubaste tudo mas não o sorriso)

someone once told me your eyes are the only truthful part of your body

our minds are troubled by the emptiness

soulless people

middle fingers up

some scars are ment to stay

one big school full of fake bitches

to love, is to destroy

if your eyes could speak what would they say?

dark circles has stories to tell

too vogue for you

in their last moments people show you who they really are

all monsters are human

are you living your dream?

no matter how good they are, some memories need to be forgotten

not expecting nothing from no one anymore

thanks for acting like you care

it’s not because i listen to weed i smoke miley cyrus

i was an angel looking to get fuck hard

i’ve been waiting yo meet you

stop pretending like you care, i know you dont

we get crazy every friday night

come on baby light my fire

too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

do you belive in angels? i’m yours

sorry i’m not like her

i’m suicidal, remember?

only know you love her when you let her go

why’d you let her go?

i do belive in true love, dont you?

you know you made my eyes burn

read this, thanks, now lets have sex

he’s my sun, he’s my moon

if i’m not with him, i dont wanna be with anybody

hold me tight

where was that love you used to give to me?

why is my heart broke?

we are unapologetic

love yourself first

love is keeping the promise anyway

one sick love story

i begged him to stay

i loved him, i loved him and i still love him

i’ve got red dress on tonight

dont you ever say i just waked away

when you say you love me, know, i love you more

and i love you more than i did before

my boyfriend went out with his litlle bitches, ops friends

clothes are boring, walk naked

live slow, die old

i shipp myself with pizza and coca

we live like rockstars

fucking hell

i wish i was dead

love me fuck me

dream to live

call me ice and suck me

give me a fuck

☼ pizza is my happiness ☼

welcome stalker

me aka fab

✞ i love bad boys ✞

my middle name is fab

✖ take a wish be a bitch ✖

♡ i love you more than i love pizza ♡

hipst△

trust me you are a bitch

» im a white nigga «

☯ live slow die old ☯

my argument is invalid

✵ this is my life so shut up ✵

take my lollypoop

aloha

♡ pizza aka life saver ♡

cool story bro ✌

hola

☾to the moon and back☽

♡ lol no ♡

”why so serious?”

let ♡ it ♡ be

i hate being sexy, but someone has to do it

shy in the streets, sexy in the sheets

your body is a wonderland

✝lets be nothing, I heard it lasts forever✝

△take every risk, drop every fall △

act like a lady. think like a boss

badboy, good lips

you and your heart shouldnt feel so far apart

she thinks that singing on sundays gonna save her soul

my dear, dont be sad

you are not alone

i never meant to cause you trouble

i lost my head

we believe in love, love doesnt believe us

i hate you all

i dont wanna be ugly anymore

just go with the flow

how fucking interesting tell me more

Living in the past will only fuck you up

help me, im dying

wishing to be perfect

“who says you are not perfect” “eu cachorra"

very, very gay

dude, i dont like you

no matter what, we party tonight

your smile is the best porn

who are you?

religion: pizza

♡ just hide the pain with a smile, it always works ♡

ice cream was my first love

what is it like to feel worth it?

call me baby and let me suck her tits

I was here all the time just you havent seen

suck me with black halls

hitler was evil because he cant know their idols

all people are some shit

i think i wanna fuck you

up the bitches

idiots, idiots everywhere

sleepy approved

i love your lips, they should meet mine

burning desire

dont do love, dont do friends

i breathe ddl

u only live once

you are so london

im lying at the cold hard ground

you make me sick

hashtag believe

free hugs

look at here

read this, thanks, now bring me food

thanks for reading the bio

please don’t go away

if you scared you better run

no one knows who you are

the only way i can escape is loving you

what’s up bitches

all we need in this world is some food

you have a twitter! what a loser

i dont know what i’m doing here

follow me and you will love me

i knew you were gonna come to me

don’t make me your enemy

there’s no going back

break my heart and i’ll break yours

show me yours i’ll show you mine

how dare you follow me?

the twitter ain’t big enough for both of us

not your fandom not your problem

no fc no opinion

all i need to understand is why you dont follow me

i follow rivers and you follow me

dont be a pussy

do you like my twitter? i love it

do you like my idols? i love it

i’m ready for your follow

mom help, there is people following me

the only thing i need it’s not you

i love you.. ok that is a lie

i love you hahaha ok next joke

what happends on twitter stays on twitter

there is no love for you

is anybody reading this?

i’m everything you wanted

what the hell are you doing here?

still better than you

pizza is my valentine

i have more followers than friends

you’re always on my mind

lonely hearts club

congrats for being such a asshole

i speak fluent sarcasm

show me your butt

dont be a dick

save your heart for someone who cares

where i can buy an ed sheeran? 

there’s someone in my head but its not me

i’m limited edition

i’m prada you are crocs

it’s time to leave feelings behind

i forgot my bio omg

sorry for being a queen

my butt my rules

i hope your mom disconnects your wifi

#1 most awkward human being on this planet

i’m surrounded by idiots

you keep my heart busy

you’re silly

loser in real life

love stinks

oh no, its you again

nobodys read my bio

and she smiled through the pain

dont let others influence your thoughts

dont give up on yourself

this is not wonderland and you are not alice

nothing hurts when you are dead

too young too dumb 

my illusion my mistake

sad teens with happy faces

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Silvia: I never came back to the Bluffs, you know?

Danny: Why?

Silvia: Well since… that time, when everyone saw. It kind of seemed like a tainted place. Tainted by how fast Zach finishes. 

Danny: Well maybe we should just replace the memory of this place with a good one. 

Silvia: You’re already doing that by being here with me. I love you, you know that.

Danny: Me too.

Silvia: So much. 

Danny: I love you too, love. 

credit to @httpnirvana

  1. i didn’t choose the punk life the punk life chose me
  2. call me an erratic damaged and insecure mess, then tell me that you love me for it
  3. stay rude, stay rebel
  4. alien-dude: need two tickets to (your favorite band)
  5. you’re like, the only person who’s ever gotten what i’m about
  6. [sad beep]
  7. [makes “i don’t know” sound]
  8. heavy metal broke my *bang* *bang* HEART
  9. we are a brain-washed generation
  10. fuck it. i’m inadequate. what can you do?
  11. stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.
  12. happiness will find you when you stop hiding
  13. your judgement is irrelevant
  14. self-destruction is such a pretty little thing
  15. all we are is bullets
  16. she’s lost control
  17. things have changed for me and that’s okay
  18. life?
  19. never give in. never back down.
  20. i haven’t said two words to him but i’ve already named our children
  21. hi, you don’t know me but we’re gonna be married
  22. maybe it’s the drugs
  23. everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die
  24. don’t lie to yourself
  25. and in the end, we were all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal all our brokenness.
  26. we are not afraid to keep on living
  27. we fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection. 
  28. pratice makes perfect but nobody is perfect, so why practice?
  29. hahaha. haha. ha. i’m crying.
  30. what did you do to save the world today?
  31. i got enough depressing shit in my life
  32. ugh nO
  33. i listen to music more than i listen to my family
  34. heaven knows i’m miserable know
  35. i’m not here
  36. hell is just a sauna
  37. you’re weird and i like it
  38. time heals nothing, it just replaces memories
  39. if god hates gays why are we so cute
  40. if you can’t hang then there is the door
  41. they just don’t know you
  42. hey, cool! i’m dead!
  43. is bad art art?
  44. there’s probably no god. now stop worrying and enjoy your life.
  45. i love you because we hate the same stuff.
  46. dude, i service society by rocking
  47. you can buy my love with concert tickets
  48. i fall in love with everything. i also hate everything. it’s hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.
  49. i just want to listen to music
  50. [person: what are you listening to?] no one you know or like

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