#''you make me wanna act like a girl. paint my nails and wear perfume''

[bunnys-lil-hideout]

does anyone else have an f/o that they're so in love with that they shamefully make you wanna have a white girls pinterest romance novel type of relationship with them. 2014 lana del rey style. booktok freak kind of way.

even though you're likely one of those people that usually the most romantic thing to you is getting to sit down with them and watch old youtube videos or to go outside and throw rocks at each other.

[bbker]

But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear perfume for you Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

[gay-aunt-jackie]

But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear perfume for you Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

Demi Lovato, "Heart Attack"

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: February 25, 2013

Lyrics:

Putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Never put my love out on the line

Never said yes to the right guy

Never had trouble getting what I want

But when it comes to you, I'm never good enough

When I don't care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll

Won't wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

Yes, you make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow

But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

Never break a sweat for the other guys

When you come around, I get paralyzed

And every time I try to be myself

It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair, pain's more trouble than love is worth

I gasp for air, it feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear perfume for you

Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow

But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

The feelings got lost in my lungs

They're burning, I'd rather be numb (rather be numb)

And there's no one else to blame (no one else to blame)

So scared, I take off, and I run

I'm flying too close to the sun

And I burst into fla-fla-flames

Songwriter:

You make me glow

But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack (heart attack)

I think I'd have a heart attack-tack

I think I'd have a heart attack (oh, I think I'd have a heart attack)

I think I'd have a heart attack

Mitch Allan / Jason Evigan / Nikki Williams / Demi Lovato / Aaron Phillips / Sean Douglas

SongFacts:

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[arosesstorm]

heart attack | newt

Words count: 1k                                      reader! x Newt

Serie: every song has a story

Warning: none, just FLUFF!

🎧: Heart Attack -Demi Lovato

They had known each other since at the end of a crappy hot day, Newt leaned forward spotting her head inside the Box.

It was an instant, a glimpse, but they both realized, terrified, that they belonged.

It was only a matter of time before the two grew attached, laughing softly at lunch together, whispering in each others ears at night, smiling as they crossed paths in the Glade.

It wasn’t long either before every Glader renounced defeated in flirting with the girl.

It was obvious Newt somehow claimed her, and even if that wasn’t the case, she wouldn’t look no one the way she glanced at the blonde.

Yet, the two were just friends.

Brushing arms at bonfires and resting heads on each other’s shoulders, didn’t seem enough for the two to make it official, until, one night, everything changed.

It was Bonfire night, everything was ready, everyone was enjoying some fun.

Y/N found her back pressed onto the hard wood as her eyes fixed on the flames, chuckling softly as Minho spoke.

Her lips were slightly wet, shining with the fire light, in her right hand, Gally’s special drink.

"Do you ever think what is like falling in love?" Thomas asked, obviously past the sober.

"What’s up with you romantic shank?" Minho grinned.

Thomas chuckled, "I’m being serious! What if we were in love before all this-" his tongue between his teeth : "thing".

"I highly doubt it" Winston laughed.

"It’s terrible if you think about it" Frypan mumbled.

"What if we’ll never get to fall in love at all?" He continued.

Everyone kept quiet.

"What is love anyway?" Y/N chuckled, drinking up.

"Oh come on!" Minho almost pushed her, his mouth curled up in a smile.

"What?" She laughed.

"I’m putting my defenses up cause I don’t wanna fall in love" she breathed.

Her eyes searched the crowd of Gladers for a pair of browns eyes, who she spotted far away from the group.

Newt was talking with some guys she didn’t recognize.

His hands were moving fast as he kept on explaining, smiling.

She kept on speaking, softly :" if I ever did that I think I’d have a hart attack"

"Love can’t be that terrible" Fry argued.

"I bet it is" Minho took another drink.

"Have you ever been in love…" Thomas asked "here, I mean" 

All eyes shot up to the girl, waiting for her answer.

"What’s up with you shanks tonight?" 

But they all kept staring, pushing for an answer.

"I cover up, won’t let it show" she admitted.

Minho sneered and she hold the drink tighter.

Her eyes searching the second-in-command again.

"What? What is it like?" Gally asked, his voice as audible as a whisper.

As the boys were leaning forward, waiting for a response.

Y/N laughed bitterly.

"When he comes around, I get paralyzed. And every time I try to be myself, it comes out wrong like a cry of help"

Their eyes shining with curiosity. 

"It’s just not fair; pain’s more trouble than love is worth" Fry stuttered.

Y/N’s eyes shining a foreign light.

"I gasp for air; it feels so good, but you know it hurts"

She breathed: "but he make me wanna act like a girl, paint my nails and wear perfume", "makes me so nervous that I just can’t hold his hand"

Her eyes shining as she met Newt’s one.

The boy softly smiled, tilting his head to the right and she laughed.

Looking back at the crowd of boys, firmly focused; like she was telling them the path out of the Maze.

Her smile grew bigger as she let out a chuckle, leaning towards the group: "the feelings got lost in my lungs, they’re burning I’d rather be numb" 

Thomas quietly spoke: "and there’s no one else to blame."

"So scared I take off, and I run, but I’m flying too close to the sun" she confessed.

"Too close?" Frypan quickly asked.

"And i burst into flames"

The crowd exploded in ohhhs and chuckles.

"I don’t wanna fall in love" Minho confessed.

"If i ever did that I think I’d have a heart attack" Thomas laughed.

"Hey guys, what’s the matter?" Newt asked, sitting rather closely to the girl, his eyes never leaving her face.

The boys exchanged a quick look, Minho speaking up "just a heart attack"

Mia

Masterlist

© 2023 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[eiiskonigin-a]

♫ Never break a sweat for the other guys When you come around, I get paralyzed And every time I try to be myself It comes out wrong, like a cry for help

It's just not fair, pain's more trouble than love is worth I gasp for air, it feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear perfume for you Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow But I cover up, won't let it show So I'm putting my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack ♫

[itsraachaa]

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear perfume, for you,

Make me so nervous, that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow,

But I cover up, won't let it show,

So I'm puttin' my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

The feelings got lost in my lungs

They're burning, I'd rather be numb

And there's no one else to blame

So scared I take off and I run

I'm flying too close to the sun

And I burst into flames

You make me glow,

But I cover up, won't let it show,

So I'm puttin' my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack (heart attack)

I think I'd have a heart attack

Oh I think I'd have a heart attack

[descendent-of-the-sixth-heaven]

*she moves a little and stops at the center, looking at Nobunaga*

🎶 Never break a sweat for the other guys, When you come around, I get paralyzed, And every time I try to be myself, It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair, Pain's more trouble than love is worth

I gasp for air, It feels so good, but you know it hurts

*she puts her hand forward, her pointer pointing at Nobunaga*

But you make me wanna act like a girl, Paint my nails and wear perfume, For you, Make me so nervous, That I just can't hold your hand

*she withdraws her hand to her side and lifts it up, swaying her hips as she sings with her head tilted back a little*

You make me glow, But I cover up, Won't let it show, So I'm, Puttin' my defenses up, 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love, If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack, I think I'd have a heart attack, I think I'd have a heart attack

*she squeezes her eyes tightly as she gets lost in the music. One hand is hugging the mic and the stand while the other is free, dancing a little. She hits the high notes at the end*

The feelings got lost in my lungs, They're burning, I'd rather be numb, And there's no one else to blame (no one else), So scared I take off and I run, I'm flying too close to the sun, And I burst into flames

*she opens her eyes and both her hands hug the mic and the stand. She looks straight at Nobunaga, occasionally tilting her head to the ceiling to reach the high notes as she sings*

You make me glow, But I cover up, Won't let it show, So I'm, Puttin' my defenses up, 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love, If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack, I think I'd have a heart attack, I think I'd have a heart attack (heart attack), I think I'd have a heart attack (-tack), Oh, I think I'd have a heart attack, I think I'd have a heart attack 🎶

*she bows, ending her performance*

*The whole bar was filled with joy, everyone was dancing. Nobunaga was smiling at her*

[mermaidinthecity]

Never break a sweat for the other guys. When you come around, I get paralyzed. And every time I try to be myself, it comes out wrong like a cry for help. It's just not fair. Pain's more trouble than love is worth. I gasp for air. It feels so good, but you know it hurts. But you make me wanna act like a girl. Paint my nails and wear perfume for you. Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand. You make me glow. But I cover up, won't let it show. So I'm putting my defenses up 'cause I don't wanna fall in love. If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack. I think I'd have a heart attack. I think I'd have a heart attack.

Heart Attack by Demi Lovato

[spacesnail3000]

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart Chapter 1: Birthday Girl Gets the First Drink

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Chapter Summary: It's her birthday and she'll cry if she wants to, or if crying happens to be the situationally-appropriate response.

Word Count: 5,380

Warnings: Language, drinking, eventual smut

Masterlist / AO3

The party had started a half hour ago and she still wasn’t there. Bucky was sitting at one of the poker tables that had been set up in the den, along with Steve, Tony, Sam, and Rhodey, all high-ranking members of the mob. He had just lost several hundred dollars and was about to ask Steve to spot him some more to keep him in the game when a guttural shout broke through the pop music playing on the surround-sound speakers.

“Where the hell is she!?”

“Honey, please, she’s just getting changed—just come in here for a little drink.”

Y/N’s parents came through the door of the den. Her mother had delicate hands placed around her husband’s meaty arm, somehow steering him into the den despite their massive size difference. Her father, the formidable Obadiah Stane, was red-faced and shaking with rage.

Tony immediately stood to go placate him, motioning to Jarvis at the bar to make him a stiff drink.

Mrs. Stane looked tired and on the verge of tears as her husband threw obscenities and curses around about their daughter. “I throw her this fucking birthday party and the ungrateful girl doesn’t bother to show her fucking face—I’m this close to marching up there and beating the shit out of her!”

His wife tried to placate him. “Darling, please. She’s just getting changed—she had to change her entire outfit and redo her makeup after you told her she couldn’t wear the gold dress.”

Obadiah only grumbled.

He had a temper at the best of times—of course he couldn’t give his daughter a break just because it was her birthday.

Obadiah was her stepfather, technically, but nobody ever talked about that. Seriously—nobody. One time, a lower member in the mob had merely mentioned Y/N’s biological father, and the next time anyone heard about him, his body had washed up in the Hudson.

So everyone acted like Obadiah was her real father—even Y/N.

Bucky shared a look with Steve. They could only imagine how the argument about the dress went. They had seen the dress, too—a formfitting number with a slit high up the thigh, thin straps on the shoulders, the fabric covered in glitter. It had been hanging up in her room for the better part of a month, and she had been so excited about finding “the perfect dress” for her debut.

Well, Bucky knew the first time he had seen it that her father would never let her wear it. Maybe he should’ve warned her in advance.

Steve hadn’t said anything about it either. Then again, Y/N and Steve still weren’t speaking that much. They hadn’t been for the better part of the year. When Bucky had asked Steve what that was all about, Steve shrugged and said she was mad at him about something.

When Bucky told Y/N what Steve had said and asked what she was mad about, she had huffed and said that she hadn’t been mad about anything, but she sure as hell was now.

Bucky thought they might get over it, but then Steve started dating Peggy and it only seemed to get worse.

As a result, Bucky had seen less of her, too. Now that he and Steve were getting older and more involved in the mob, they didn’t have as much time for her. She had been so busy over the past year with school and extracurricular clubs. They went to her high school graduation ceremony barely a month ago and teased her about all the cords that were draped over her shoulders.

Now it was her eighteenth birthday and her parents had thrown her the most extravagant party. Casino games were set up in the den like some kind of Monte-Carlo replica. There was a dance floor and drinks (non-alcoholic for the kids). The entire backyard of the Brooklyn brownstone was decked out in Christmas lights and flowers.

Not everyone had arrived yet, but it was starting to fill up.

“She’s here!” someone called from the foyer, and all of the high school students started to file into the other part of the house to see Y/N come down the steps.

Her parents went with them. Steve and Bucky wandered over to the bar and Bucky ordered two fingers of scotch. He would need to be drunk for the rest of the night.

There were too many young people around. It made his skin itch.

“It’s like my junior prom all over again,” Tony muttered, echoing his thoughts. “I swear, if she weren’t my goddaughter…”

From where he was counting his winnings at the poker table, Rhodey said, “Well, nothing’s keeping me here like that. As soon Stane’s occupied enough, I’m going to Jasmyne.”

“That new club downtown?” Sam asked, “I’m in. The sooner we get outta here, the better. You guys wanna come?” he asked Steve and Bucky.

Steve shrugged and Bucky said, “I think we have to stay. If we don’t, Y/N’s probably gonna cut our throats.”

Tony snorted. “She wouldn’t do that. But she would cry, and you know how she gets when she cries.”

Bucky cringed. He did know. It wasn’t fun.

They played one more game of poker before Rhodey and Sam headed out. The party was raging on by now and they could hear the teenagers talking excitedly all over the house.

“I’m gonna go have a cigarette,” Bucky muttered to Steve, weaving through the crowd until he reached the outside. Despite the décor, the yard was largely empty. Still, he went to the side of the yard so nobody would complain about the smoke.

As he lit up, he heard the back door open. He watched as Y/N and a few of her girlfriends stepped outside, giggling about something or another. 

Y/N’s hair was pinned up into a fancy twist on the back of her head, and she was twisting a loose curl around her painted nails. She wasn’t wearing the gold dress, of course, but the one she wore was nice, too. It was long, emerald, and made of satin, with a sweetheart neckline and a flared skirt.

Bucky thought she looked beautiful. He had realized in the past year or so how attractive Y/N was, but of course he had never acted on his thoughts because she was underage and he was also terrified of her father. The distance that resulted from whatever happened with Steve was welcome—it kept Bucky’s thoughts of her at bay.

Three of her friends were with her, and one of them took out a cigarette and lit it up. Bucky stiffened—he knew her father would not be okay with his daughter being friends with a girl who smoked. Obadiah was far too protective.

The girl, who Bucky recognized as Wanda Maximoff, said, “Too bad about the gold dress. It was so sexy!”

“I know,” Y/N huffed, “But you know my dad.”

“He’s such a hard ass,” another girl said, taking a drag from Wanda’s cigarette.

“Ugh, I know,” Y/N groaned, “I wish he’d just leave me alone.”

“Well, he’s not out here now,” one of the girls smirked and dug through her clutch before pulling out a small rose gold flask. “I have Bacardi!”

The girls squealed and giggled. Wanda said, “Birthday girl gets the first drink!”

Bucky rolled his eyes and huffed. He had just wanted to have one cigarette, and now these girls were out here and now he had to step in before Y/N got into big trouble with her father.

He cleared his throat, stepping out of the shadows and into the light of the Christmas bulbs.

Y/N’s eyes widened, while the other girls looked over at him with expressions of intrigue. Her friends tended to hit on him and Steve whenever they had the chance. It was annoying.

“You girls shouldn’t be drinking out here,” he said with an air of finality. “Go back inside.” He thought about taking away the flask but he decided it wasn’t worth the trouble and the temper tantrum the girls would undoubtedly throw. 

Y/N looked at her friends and said, “You go back inside, I’ll be right in.”

The girls grumbled, but went inside, leaving the two of them outside in the low lights, surrounded by fragrant red roses and white hydrangeas and verdant green foliage. She was looking at him with a small unsure smile.

He leveled her with a blank stare, taking a drag of his cigarette. Usually Steve was there to be the bad cop, but for the past year, Bucky had to wrangle Y/N and her bad behavior himself whenever he had to. Usually it wasn’t too often. She tended to be more bratty than delinquent, but he didn’t have the knack Steve had for fixing her attitude with a few sharp words and a well-placed glare.

“You shouldn’t have been out here with them,” he told her, but his tone was not as harsh as he wanted it to be. He couldn’t help it—she was his soft spot. “Your father doesn’t want you smoking and drinking.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping closer to him. Bucky was the lesser of two evils when it came to her “guard dogs”, as he and Steve were often referred to, and she was plenty aware of this. She knew she could get away with a lot more around him, and she knew he wouldn’t yell at her tonight. “Well, I didn’t do either of those things.”

“But you were going to.”

Her pout drew his attention to those perfect pink-painted lips. “Please don’t scold me, not on my birthday.” She looked up at him with wide, sad eyes, and Bucky relented—of course. She knew how to play him just right.

“Fine,” he sighed. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

She twirled around in front of him, showing him her dress. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” he said honestly. His breath caught in his chest when she came to a standstill right in front of him. He could smell her perfume, see the slight redness under her eyes—no doubt she was crying earlier after her father yelled at her.

“You think I’m beautiful?” she asked, eyes wide, pretty eyelashes fluttering, and her question was so earnest it made his heart clench. A blush rose on her face and Bucky found himself enraptured.

He nodded. “Yeah, of course I do, doll.”

Her blush spread down her neck and chest; she ducked her head and smiled. Bucky had the urge to run his lips over her cheek, her throat, the swell of her breast, everywhere he saw that delightful redness spread.

Bucky stepped back from her before his mind got away from him. “Go back inside, Y/N,” he said, turning away before he could see her sad pout. “If your dad sees you and you smell like cigarette smoke, he’ll kill me.”

“I don’t know why you’re so afraid of him,” she scoffed, but he could heard her footsteps retreating towards the door. “He’s all bark and no bite.”

The door clicked shut as she went inside. Bucky sighed. Y/N didn’t know the half of what her dad could do.

For the rest of the night, Bucky nursed several drinks, stepping away as often as he could to smoke. Peggy had come and Steve spent the night with her on his arm, dancing amongst the hoard of teens. 

Bucky tried to stay out of the way. He usually liked parties, but not ones with so many underage people. He felt like an old man amongst the partygoers, which primarily consisted of Y/N’s entire graduating class. Steve and he were only four years older, but it felt like a lot more than that.

At least Y/N was having a good time. She was lavished with attention from her classmates as they reminisced about memories from swim practice and student council. They squealed over their college plans, chatting about possible majors and the prospect of joining Greek life. She slow-danced with every boy at the party, giving them polite smiles and laughing with them; after that, she danced with her girlfriends to pop music, jumping around and laughing so hard she cried.

Her mother brought out a huge birthday cake for her, decorated with intricately piped flowers and glittering sparklers. They sang a rousing “Happy Birthday” to her before she managed to blow out all of the candles on her first try, grinning up at Bucky when he cheered her on.

As the night wrapped up and people started to leave closer to midnight, Y/N got into an argument with her father about something or another. He had pulled her into the kitchen and yelled at her. The guests couldn’t hear everything, but they got the gist of it—she was hanging out with too many boys, her friends were too rowdy, and she shouldn’t have asked if her girlfriends could spend the night for a sleepover.

Obadiah stormed out of the kitchen and went up to his office, Tony following with a grimace. Y/N’s mother came out and quietly suggested that everyone remaining should go home.

Y/N came out next, brushing past everybody with a watery frown and making a beeline for the doors to the backyard. 

“That’s just awful,” Peggy said sadly, holding a hand over her heart. “How could her father—”

Steve hushed her with a stern glare. Peggy wasn’t part of the gang, and she didn’t understand the life they lived or the reason Steve and Bucky said nothing about some of the awful behavior exhibited by the senior members. It annoyed Bucky, the fact that they constantly had to explain things to her without revealing too much, and he resented Steve a little bit for continuing to date her. It was more of a hassle than it was worth.

Still, Steve seemed happy with her, and she was nice enough. 

Steve said, “I’ll take you home, Pegs. Buck,” he turned to his friend, “Are you gonna stay and pick up the pieces?”

“Do I have a choice?” Bucky grumbled. He said his goodbyes before grabbing another glass of whiskey—he was going to need it—and following Y/N onto the back porch.

 She was curled up on the porch swing, legs tucked under herself, high heels abandoned on the ground. Her face was buried in her arms and he could hear her sniffling.

His heart broke for her.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, moving closer to her. She didn’t acknowledge him. He sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into him. She curled around him, tucking her face into his chest and let out a sob.

Bucky stroked her shoulder with one hand and took a long drink with his other. With the whiskey burning a path down his throat and to his stomach, he tried to console her again with a gentle tone. “Hey, doll, don’t cry. C’mon, don’t cry on your birthday.”

She cried for several more minutes as Bucky rubbed her back before her sobs started to settle down. Eventually, she pulled away and he handed her his pocket square to wipe her tears.

Once her face was cleaned up, she sniffled a few more times before muttering, “Why does he have to be so cruel?”

He sighed heavily, unable to answer her question. Obadiah Stane was one of the most unkind and unforgiving members of their gang. He wondered how his daughter had turned out so sweet and innocent when her father could be downright evil at times.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he whispered, kissing her hair as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “I really am sorry…”

“Do you think he’ll let me go to NYU?” she asked. She had gotten a swimming scholarship to the university and had already accepted the offer. Obadiah hadn’t said anything against it—yet.

“I dunno, doll,” he said, “I guess we’ll see.” 

The most likely scenario Bucky could see happening was Obadiah telling her she couldn’t go right before the semester was set to start. He had done it multiple times before, allowing her to get excited for something before pulling the rug out from under her at the last moment. Trips to Europe for spring break, concerts in Manhattan, parties her friends threw. He was randomly controlling when it fit his mood, and typically nasty and punishing alongside it.

“All my friends are going…” she mumbled, “I just really want to go with them… I want to be normal, you know?”

He did know. Years ago, he had felt the same way right before his father had started pulling him into the mob business.

Bucky pulled back to light a cigarette. She sat back and looked at him, one eyebrow raised. “What happened to my father killing me if he smelled smoke on me?”

“I don’t think you’re gonna be seeing your daddy for the rest of the night, sugar.”

She sighed and rested her head in her hand. After a few moments of silence, she asked, “Can I have a drag?”

He sent her a look like she was crazy. “No. You shouldn’t smoke.”

“I never have before,” she replied, “I just want to see what it’s like.”

Her expression was so innocent as she batted her eyelashes at him, and Bucky sighed before handing over his cigarette. “You’re not gonna like it,” he warned her. 

He didn’t know what compelled him to let her try it—her father would torture him and cut up his body into at least 30 different pieces if he ever found out. But he figured if he let her try it, she wouldn’t try it with her friends and feel peer pressure to keep smoking.

She took the cigarette delicately between two fingers and held it to her lips. The first drag she took was heavier than it should have been, but Bucky applauded her for going in and getting to it. He laughed when she coughed on it, hacking and handing the cigarette back to Bucky with panicked eyes.

“Ugh!” she groaned when she finally stopped coughing, “Ew! That’s so gross!”

He smirked and took another drag. The filter was a little moist with her pink lip gloss, and it tasted like cherries when he put his lips over it. “I told you that you wouldn’t like it.” He blew the smoke out into her face, making her cough more and smack his arm. 

“Well, you should have told me that it tasted horrible and that I would cough up a lung.”

“I figured you didn’t need me to explain that part to you,” he said. “Now, are you ever going to smoke again, doll?”

He used a serious tone with her, one that made her squirm. “…No. I guess not.”

Bucky frowned. He wanted more of a promise than “I guess not” but apparently he would have to settle. 

Y/N leaned forward into his shoulder, reaching for the glass of whiskey in his left hand. She got a good grip on it before he could pull away and asked, “Can I try your drink?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never drank before, either.” He knew she hadn’t, though, based on the hopeful look in her eyes and the pretty little blush that covered her cheeks.

She shrugged pouted. “Please? Pretty please?” 

Bucky wondered if the alcohol would make her blush more. “Fine.”

“Yay!”

He gave her the glass and she sniffed the amber liquid inside before bringing it up to her lips to taste. She took a small sip, and then a larger one. “This is alright, I can see why you drink it.”

Bucky wanted to tell her that it was only good because it was from her father’s expensive stash, but he didn’t want to bring Obadiah up at that moment—he figured it was still a sore spot.

He reached for the glass just as she downed the rest of it, filling her mouth full with the liquor. “Hey!” Bucky said indignantly. He hadn’t intended for her to drink the rest of his glass. 

His irritation fell away when a drop escaped her mouth, falling down her chin. She swallowed and hissed at the burn. Before he could think, he brought his hand up and gripped her chin, wiping the spillage away from her chin and lower lip with his thumb.

“That burned,” she said, her eyes watering a little.

“You’re just supposed to sip it, doll,” Bucky informed her with a roll of his eyes, letting go of her chin, ignoring the stickiness of her lip gloss on his thumb.

“Whoops,” she shrugged, giggling. “Is this what it feels like to be drunk?”

“You can’t possibly be drunk yet.” He looked down at his empty glass and grumbled at her, “Great, now I have to go and get another one…” She giggled unapologetically at that.

Leaving her outside, he told her to wait for him and he would be right back. Nobody was inside—everyone had gone home, and her parents were upstairs. He was glad for this—he didn’t want anybody to find out he’d given her whiskey.

He filled the glass a little more than he normally would, needing the extra alcohol if he was going to get through this night with her. When he came back outside, he shucked off his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up, pleased to feel the light summer breeze on his skin. He was getting hot from the alcohol, from being so close to Y/N. 

He sat down and she tucked her legs into his lap and sat back against the side of the porch swing. It was a familiar position for them, one they had done many times on this same porch swing.

As he rocked them back and forth on the swing, one hand on her bare ankle, he thought back on their friendship. Although he and Steve were four years older than she was, they had always been friends with her because their parents were so close. They had played together all the time as children. When he and Steve started to grow older, they took on a sort of protector roll for her, encouraged by their fathers who were all obsessed with protecting Y/N, like she was the crown jewel of the mob or something. 

As teenagers, they had frightened off boys who were interested in her. Once she hit puberty and started high school, that was a lot more common. Bucky had lost count of the number of little haughty shits he’d scared away from her. He remembered one particularly obnoxious boy from a rival swim team—Y/N had actually liked him and got so mad at Bucky and Steve for beating him up in the school’s locker rooms, she didn’t speak to them for a month.

Now, it seemed like things had changed between them. Something definitely happened between her and Steve to ruin their friendship, and Bucky felt awkward caught in the crossfire. Especially because he really missed hanging out with her.

“Why don’t I ever see you anymore?” There was a little bit of a slur to her words—Bucky figured she would be a lightweight.

Bucky frowned. “I see you every week.” He knew it was bullshit, too.

“Yeah, to take me places when my dad tells you to,” she scoffed, “You never come around just to hang out anymore. You guys just act like my bodyguards.”

“Hey, we’ve always been your bodyguards,” he said cheekily.

“Yeah, but you used to be my friends, too…” Her tone was sad, and it made Bucky feel bad. He was so soft for her.

“Well, Steve’s not coming around as much, so…” He shrugged. They both understood. He went where Steve went.

“Steve’s so stupid,” she sighed, shaking her head like she pitied him for being dumb.

Bucky agreed with that, but he asked, “Why do you say that? What happened between you two?”

She rolled her eyes and tipped her head back. “He kissed me.”

“What?!” he asked, leaning forward in shock, his hand on her ankle tightening unconsciously, “When?”

“Like a year ago.” She kicked her foot out a little to get him to stop gripping her so hard. “We were at the Hamptons. And I was sad because I’d never been kissed before. So he offered to kiss me, but after that he got all weird. And he started ignoring me all the time. Then he started dating Peggy, so, like, whatever, I guess.”

Bucky was confused. “Steve never told me that.”

“Well that’s how it happened.” There was a silence between them as Bucky processed the words. “I don’t even like Steve. I just didn’t want my first kiss to be with some douchebag. Of course Steve had to go and prove how much of a jerk he could be right after that.”

Steve had kissed her! Bucky couldn’t believe this shit! Bucky had been holding back his desire for her for more than a year because he thought it would be sleazy to go after someone who was underage, when he was four years older. Well, now she was 18. And Steve was dating Peggy.

“Have you kissed anyone since?” he asked. She shook her head, blushing madly again.

Before he could contemplate it more, she leaned into his shoulder and reached across his body for his tumbler. “Can I have more?” He could feel her soft chest pressing up against his bicep.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, holding it further away. She stretched her body over his more to try to reach it, practically sitting in his lap now.

“Please? It’s my birthday!”

“It’s past midnight. It’s not your birthday anymore.”

“It’s my birthday until I take this dress off and that’s final! Please—I’ve earned it!”

Bucky’s eyes flickered down to her glossy lips, her exposed chest. One of the straps of her dress had fallen down her shoulder, and Bucky knew he should have slid it back up but all he wanted to do was yank it down until her breasts spilled out.

She was still pressed up against him, giving him puppy dog eyes, pouting in a way that somehow convinced him to say yes.

Wordlessly, he brought the glass up to her lips for her, his own eyes boring into hers as he tipped the glass up to spill some of the liquor into her mouth. Her own hand came up to regulate the glass, but he tipped it up too quickly, too much pouring in and past her lips. Some spilled down her chin, dripping down her neck and chest, and Bucky couldn’t help but follow the trail with his eyes.

When Bucky finally took the glass away, she coughed a little bit, her lips shining from the drink. He drained the rest of the glass and set it aside, leaning into her. His right hand that was resting along the back of the swing slipped down to caress her shoulder. She looked up at him hovering over her, her eyes wide with shock and innocence.

It was that—that look, the delicious little blush on her face, that possessed him. He snapped, and brought one hand to fist into her hair, ruining the fancy hairstyle she had worn tonight. Tipping her head back at an almost painful angle, he brought his head down and dragged his tongue along her throat where the alcohol had spilled on her. Her breath caught in her throat as he licked three more trails up her neck and chest, touching her in places nobody else had ever touched her before.

Finally, he pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were wide as dinner plates, pupils blown, and her mouth was open in shock. The blush on her cheeks was darker than ever. 

As she looked at Bucky, she was almost frightened by the look on his face—predatory and dark, blue eyes dark like a summer rainstorm, looking at her like he was going to feast upon her.

And he did just that, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss, pushing his lips against hers insistently until she snapped out of her daze and clumsily reciprocated. He didn’t know how much Steve had taught her about kissing, but Bucky kissed her with a ferocity that she could barely keep up with. 

Her hands fell to his shoulders, pushing him away lightly, but he was too strong for her. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, tasting the whiskey on her tongue and the cherry lip gloss on her lips.

He groaned into her mouth and it startled her, but it spurred her to relax into the kiss as she tried to move her lips in time with his. His mouth tasted like liquor and tobacco. She found herself enjoying the taste, the feeling of his lips molding to hers, the rough wiry texture of his scruff on her chin. It was a lot of new sensations at once, and she lost herself in it.

One of his hands had snaked down to her waist, pulling her close against him, and she had just started to return his embrace when they heard a light cough.

“Eh-hem.”

Bucky pulled away from her like she had scalded him and looked to the door.

“What the fuck, man?” Sam stood there, eyes wide in shock.

Y/N let out a tiny “eep” sound, her face going up in flames. Bucky leaned away from her, burying his face in his hands. He fucked up so badly. Why had he kissed her?

Why had it felt so right?

“Y/N,” Sam said, “Why don’t you go up to bed. Barnes, Tony called for us.”

She shot up, wavering slightly on unsteady feet. Bucky shot his hands out to steady her around the waist, then let go again when Sam glared at him.

She turned to Bucky and gave him a small smile. “Goodnight, Bucky…”

“G’night, doll,” he muttered, unable to help the way his heart clenched when he looked at her.

“Goodnight, Sammy,” she said as she passed, smiling at him with those innocent puppy dog eyes.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Happy birthday,” he said with a smile, going soft just like everyone did for her—except Steve sometimes when she was being a brat.

Just as she turned to step through the doorway, she ran into a body—Steve’s body. He steadied her just like Bucky had, hands on her waist.

“Whoa there,” he said, but when he realized it was Y/N he snatched his hands back.

“Goodnight, Stevie,” she said sweetly.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he breathed, looking down at her and taking in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, heavy lids. Before she left, she hugged him—just a quick press of her body against his—and then she was brushing past him and into the house.

Once the door closed, Sam turned on Bucky, glaring at him. “What the fuck was that, man?”

“What was what?” Steve asked, “Why’d she smell like whiskey?”

Sam asked, “Did you get her drunk so you could make out with her?”

“Make out with her?” Steve asked, his voice rising as he turned to look at Bucky with wide, disbelieving eyes, anger simmering beneath.

“Keep your voice down!” Bucky hissed. “And no, I didn’t do that. She had a sip of my whiskey—she was curious. The kiss was… an accident…” It wasn’t that far from the truth.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Listen, I won’t tell anyone else, but it better not happen again. Do you know what Stane would do to you if he found out about this?”

“Yeah, you don’t have to tell me.”

Sam had been a member of the mob for longer than Steve and Bucky, so he knew Stane’s temper and how scary he could be just as well as Steve and Bucky, who had been born into the mob and grew up around Stane.

“C’mon,” Sam said, motioning for Bucky to join them in the house. “Tony said it’s important.”

Bucky followed Sam in, ignoring Steve’s accusatory glare as he passed. He didn’t regret the kiss, but he certainly felt like he fucked something up big time.

[shironezuninja]

“Heart Attack” song and lyrics by Demi Lovato Puttin' my defences up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack Never put my love out on the line Never said yes to the right guy Never had trouble getting what I want But when it comes to you, I'm never good enough When I don't care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll Won't wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear high heels, yes you Make me so nervous, that I just can't hold your hand You make me glow, But I cover up, won't let it show, So I'm puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack Never break a sweat for the other guys When you come around, I get paralyzed And every time I try to be myself It comes out wrong like a cry for help It's just not fair Pain's more trouble than love is worth I gasp for air It feels so good, but you know it hurts But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear perfume, for you, Make me so nervous, that I just can't hold your hand You make me glow, But I cover up, won't let it show, So I'm puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack The feelings got lost in my lungs They're burning, I'd rather be numb And there's no one else to blame So scared I take off and I run I'm flying too close to the sun And I burst into flames You make me glow, But I cover up, won't let it show, So I'm puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack (heart attack) I think I'd have a heart attack Oh I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack https://www.instagram.com/p/CBjuO9agAct/?igshid=1qjer8l0m5xge

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Never put my love out on the line Never said yes to the right guy Never had trouble getting what I want But when it comes to you, I'm never good enough.

When I don't care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll Won't wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball

But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear high heels, yes you Make me so nervous, that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow, But I cover up, won't let it show, So I'm puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack. I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack.

Never break a sweat for the other guys When you come around, I get paralyzed And every time I try to be myself It comes out wrong like a cry for help It's just not fair Pain's more trouble than love is worth I gasp for air It feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear perfume, for you, Make me so nervous, that I just can't hold your hand.

You make me glow, But I cover up, won't let it show, So I'm puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack.

The feelings got lost in my lungs They're burning, I'd rather be numb And there's no one else to blame.

So scared I take off and I run I'm flying too close to the sun And I burst into flames.

You make me glow, But I cover up, won't let it show, So I'm puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack (heart attack) I think I'd have a heart attack Oh I think I'd have a heart attack.

I think I'd have a heart attack. 

[angelicfangirl]

Never break a sweat for the other guys When you come around, I get paralyzed And every time I try to be myself It comes out wrong like a cry for help It's just not fair Pain's more trouble than love is worth I gasp for air It feels so good, but you know it hurts But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear perfume, for you, Make me so nervous, that I just can't hold your hand You make me glow, But I cover up, won't let it show, So I'm puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack

Demi Lovato “Heart Attack”

[hitchell-mope]

Heart attack by Doug and Mal

Doug: I never put my love out on the line

Mal: I’ve never said yes to the right guy

I’ve never had trouble getting what I want

Doug: But when it comes to her I won’t be good enough

Mal: When I don't care

I can play them like a Ken doll

Won't wash my hair

And make them bounce like a basketball

But he make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

For him

Doug: she make me so nervous that I just can't hold her hand

Mal: he makes me glow

Both: But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

Mal: Never break a sweat for the other guys

Doug: When she come around I get paralyzed

Mal: And every time I try to be myself

Doug: It comes all out wrong like a cry for help

Mal: It's just not fair

Doug: Brings more trouble than a love is worth

Mal: I gasp for air

Both: It feels so good, but you know it hurts

Mal: But he make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear perfume

For him

Doug: she make me so nervous that I just can't hold her hand

Mal: he makes me glow

Doug: But I cover up, won't let it show

Both: So I'm putting my defenses up

Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

Doug: The feelings got lost in my lungs

Both: They're burning, I'd rather be numb

Mal (pointing to herself): And there's no one else to blame

Doug: So scared she’ll take off and run

Mal: I'm flying too close to the sun

Both: You know I'll burst in flames

Mal: he makes me glow

Doug: But I cover up, won't let it show

Both: So I'm putting my defenses up

Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Both: I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

heart attack - tack

Oh I think I'd have a heart attack

[lemoncielart]

Kell and/or LilaxKell? but only if you're still doing the ask game

I really really want to do that thing were you send me a character or ship and I tell you the song I associate with them!

Heart Attack— Demi Lovato [I’m doing this, yep! This would be from Lila‘s perspective?]

Never break a sweat for the other guysWhen you come around, I get paralyzedAnd every time I try to be myselfIt comes out wrong like a cry for helpIt’s just not fairPain’s more trouble than love is worthI gasp for airIt feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you make me wanna act like a girlPaint my nails and wear perfume, for you,Make me so nervous, that I just can’t hold your hand

You make me glow,But I cover up, won’t let it show,So I’m puttin’ my defenses up‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in loveIf I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack

[crazybunnyfangirl]

Jason: Putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Jason: Never put my love out on the line

Never said "Yes" to the right guy

Never had trouble getting what I want

But when it comes to you, I'm never good enough

Dick: When I don't care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll

Won't wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels, yes, you

Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

Jason: You make me glow

But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Dick & Jason: I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

Dick: Never break a sweat for the other guys

When you come around, I get paralyzed

And every time I try to be myself

It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair; pain's more trouble than love is worth

I gasp for air; it feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear perfume for you

Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

Jason: You make me glow

But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Dick & Jason: I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

Dick?: The feelings got lost in my lungs

They're burning I'd rather be numb

And there's no one else to blame

So scared I take off, and I run

I'm flying too close to the sun

And I burst into fla-fla-flames

Jason: You make me glow

But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Dick & Jason: I think I'd have a heart attack (Heart attack)

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

Am not sure about about one, but yeah that's how i see it

OMG..

So i was just listening to Heart Attack by Demi Lovato, because it's been a while i listend to it... Anyhow i came to the relevation that this song SCREAMS Jaydick😳

Sooooo yeah, i found a Jaydick song on accident😅