#Bury ⠀ me ⠀ by ⠀ PinkPantheress

[venuscaotico]

⠀ would ⠀ you ⠀ bury ⠀ me?

⠀ can't ⠀ you ⠀ bury ⠀ me?

[1000-year-old-virgin]

Pinkpantheress ft. Kelela - Bury Me

[coelacanthemoji]

[lastdayofaboy]

I almost fell in love, but I couldn't tell you I couldn't tell you I-I couldn't tell you I was giving up, but I couldn't tell you Would you bury me? Can't you bury me? I almost fell in love, but I couldn't tell you

[soothinglee]

| 2 AM - myung jaehyun x gn! reader - 800 wc✔︎

my notes⎯ hey...how y'all doing? I know it's been a long time since I've posted something but I'm in college now! and life is busy, but I promise i'll get better at it. hopefully after I post this I can begin another one! here's my man in a fanfic for y'all( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ). warnings⎯ lowercase intended, cursing, not really proofread. songs⎯ 2 am | SZA and pain | pinkpantheress

"do I really to come over now?"

"well, yes."

an exasperated sigh leaves your lips as a heavy hand drags at your cheeks, "jaehyun, I love you, I do, but it's 2 am."

the luminescent glow from the device next to the pillow dims from being untouched. being the only light in the dark room, you can see the dark shadows beneath your lashes on the screen.

"okay but I need to show you something! It's important!" he rebuttals, his words slowed due to his own exhaustion. there's ruffling on the other end that follows.

"so important that you can't wait until the sun comes up?"

the sound stops, breathing; soft and quiet replaces it while he hesitates. it had been a long time since you had last seen jaehyun. him always busy flying to different countries, visiting onedoors all around the world while juggling intense practices and concerts, and you; buried under the weight of being a 2nd year in college, trying to get used to the mountains of school work assigned along with working an exhausting job.

there is no word strong enough to convey the feeling of the empty bed beside you. his space cold and open from where he usually laid. he couldn't make it home tonight, trapped in by the walls of the dorm due to a late night and scheduled activities for the following day.

you shudder as a cold breeze passes by you, "I'm waiting?"

"I miss you." he says after a moment. there's a heaviness to his voice, he's pouting, you can tell. his bottom lip poked out as he gazes at the contact name he put for you. "I wish I could come over but...you know how management is."

"I know." you unconsciously match his tone. a sigh. "yeah, I know."

"but..." he starts back up again. there's movement on his side and you hear him huff with effort as he tries to sit up. "they never said anything about you coming over here."

"sure, but that's because I've never been over there. you always come to my place." you finger for the switch to the lamp on your bedside table, tired of being surrounded by black. "I don't want to start now and then have to put rules in place that weren't there before. it'd be troublesome."

a long whine leaves his lips, thumping his fists lightly in a miniature tantrum, "but they know who you are! they trust you."

you sigh for the umpteenth time, "jaehyun." your voice trails off.

"what?" an abrupt scoff catches itself through the speaker, "you don't want to see me?"

"no, not at all!" you get out hastily, "you know how much I've missed you since you've been on tour; hell I'm pretty sure our texts show it, but I've been working too dude. and I'm sorry but I'm even too tired to even get up to use the bathroom."

"ew." it comes out quietly but still audible. "sounds like you need to invest in a catheter."

"die."

the line goes silent. the window on your left was propped open with a wooden stick you found at your job. the street below sings with cars passing through the leftover rain. it lulls you to sleep, the weight of your eyelids slowly closing in on itself.

"jaehyun." you mumble, finally feeling the effects of a tiring week. "why are you so quiet."

he clears his throat, "I can't be quiet?" the words rush out in a hushed voice, each one colliding with another.

"no." the duvet beneath your back shifts, "it's weird."

he pauses, a garbled noise releases from the back of his esophagus and it causes him to hesitate longer than intended. "how mad would you be at me if I were to say, hypothetically, that I was, hypothetically, on my way to your apartment with an overnight bag." he takes a breath and sheepishly adds, "hypothetically."

a sigh much deeper than the last deflates your body as you finally relinquish. you should've know playing this game with jaehyun wouldn't mean a thing to him. when he wanted something he got it, no matter if he had a packed day to come in the following hours.

"at this point," you start hiking the covers up closer to your chin. "I don't give a damn."

"I figured." you can hear the smug smile in his voice, the beep of the elevator doors opening for him and promptly closing as coded. "I'll be there in ten babe."

defeated, you turn your back towards the phone on his pillow, "yeah yeah, you know how to get in."

he laughs wholeheartedly, a sound resonating deep within his chest. it's easy to envision the cheeky grin that graces his face.

"of course, see you in a little, sleep well."

[babylacedream]

please dont ask why theres blood on my hands

i always find myself back to you જ part 9 of ?

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

pairing: yandere!bucky barnes x f! reincarnated autistic reader

warning: struggling with bucky's death, grief, yandere themes, anxiety, obsessed!bucky, violence, angsty, separation anxiety, talks of suicide, depression, mental illness, death, ableism

summary: you told something serious to bucky.

notes: inspired by pinkpantheress unreleased song called whisker, I recommend listening.

please remember i am autistic, so i will be writing my personal experience with my autism. thanks!

ps im not fully knowledgeable about buckys timeline so the years might not add up to the mcu's timeline.

this hit too close to home <3 i honestly dont even know what i just wrote haha wish you luck!

Why'd I keep trying to go overboard? I tried to do this while there's police at my door Please don't ask why there's blood on my hands I know he saw them, now he won't ask me to dance I love watching you smile, the way that you feel I just need a passport But that's how we live in the morning Well, he said "come watch the sunrise" It's all worth it, just to see the look in your eyes When they've gone bright Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah And im alone all the time, i can't admit that i like you You want to leave me, so bad Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah I can't do this so well, so now I won't let you go

While you were fast asleep, the Winter Solider knew they were here, like the rats, they were lurking around in your apartment.

It was a nightly routine, taking care of these rats.

The Winter Solider gazed at your sleeping figure, not being able to take his blue eyes off your peaceful state. He caressed your cheek, a silent promise that he would always and forever protect you.

The Winter Solider went out of your room to investigate. The Winter Solider looked in your kitchen. A rat placed a HYDRA device in your ventilation. A device he knew all too well.

Смерть Устройство

A lethal smoke that would slowly kill you, making you have the worst dreams of all, while it killed you from the inside and out.

The Winter Solider was tall enough to reach the vent above your kitchen; it was no difficult task for him to easily rip open the vent.

With the device on the Winter Solider's titanium hand, he crushed it beneath his hold.

But why would the Winter Solider let them in? Maybe the Winter Solider wanted to play a bit with the rat, making it think it had a chance to leave unscathed.

The Winter Solider looked towards the kitchen window to see the rat hiding out like a coward behind the bushes you usually tended to.

It was ruining your bushes.

The Winter Solider had no use for a gun; right now, he just wanted the little rat to suffer with his deathly strength.

Let's just say the Winter Solider had squeezed the rat like you usually squeeze those limes you use to make your favorite guacamole.

The Winter Solider never wants you to see him like this. That killing instinct he felt for these rats, he would feel it only for you.

The Winter Solider disposed of the disfigured body, making sure it never reached your sight.

The Winter Solider cleaned himself from the blood in the shower. He knows how sensitive you are to these things.

You would be scared. Terrified of him. You would even run away from him.

The Winter Solider climbed in bed with you, pulling you close to his arms as you slept, and buried himself into your chest.

It was five in the afternoon, and you were in the kitchen making some hot dogs for Bucky and yourself. You were very specific about how you liked your hot dogs.

You placed the sausages in a bowl with water and sprinkled seasoning on the sausages. You hated when sausages were grilled. You put the bowl in the microwave, letting it heat.

You went to your counter to grab the hot dog buns, and you picked out a plate for you and Bucky, placing two hot dog buns on each plate. The microwave beeped, you took out the hot bowl and placed the sausages in each bun.

You opened your refrigerator and took out your ketchup and mayo because you forgot to buy yellow mustard. After finishing decorating your hot dogs the way you like.

You placed both plates on the dinette table. Bucky was eating the hot dog. It looked like he enjoyed them. So, you were staring at him to get any reaction from him.

"Is it good?"

Bucky licked his lips clean of ketchup and nodded, chewing the food. "It reminds me of when you made me this on that school field trip."

You smiled and ate your hot dog. You were glad he liked them because you liked them too.

You were doodling on your writing table in your bedroom when you heard a noise outside your door. You placed your pencil on the table and walked out.

Bucky was replacing the old vent with a new one.

"Woah, what happened?"

"A rat."

You were in the living room, pondering when your home phone rang. You answered. It was your mother...

You wouldn't say you have the greatest relationship with your mother. She was very unfriendly towards you. Finding out she had such a strange, depressing daughter was not in her plans.

When you were just a baby, you were quiet, not speaking until you were six years old. You were named the sad girl in Elementary school because one of your classmates heard you mumble the words, "I wish I was dead."

What's worse is that you tried confiding in her about your problems with your past memories, but she brushed you off like usual. What did you expect?

"What is it, mother?"

"Ah, darling. I found a date for you. He's in his mid-thirties, a great man, and has lots of money."

"Mother, I've already told you this. I don't plan on dating."

A sigh through the phone made you roll your eyes. "Do you want to die alone? Is that it? Are you trying to make your mother depressed like you?"

You exhaled, rubbing your temples. "Mother, please. I—"

"I told you that those visions you had when you were sixteen about that man are just something that came from your father. He was just as crazy as you."

"...Goodbye, Mother." You slammed the phone, hanging it up. You just intensely stare at the phone when a hand on your shoulder makes you jump.

"Oh, Bucky!" You turned around, "Sorry, uh... Is something wrong?" You looked up at his eyes; they seemed quite sad. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, cuddling you while giving you gentle rubs on your back.

You chuckled, looking down on the ground. You should tell him, right? He deserves to know, right? Could he help you? But what if he thinks like they all did?

"I... wanted to tell you something. I just sort of kept it hidden. So, I wouldn't do anything stupid. But, uh... after finding out, you were presumed killed in action. I... took my own life."

You were so fixated on Bucky that you ended your life because you couldn't handle being apart from him.

"I just couldn't handle the ache in my heart. I felt so miserable and lonely."

As you vented your feelings, Bucky kissed your forehead while consoling you, rocking you gently. Something Bucky did to you all the time when you were sad.

"I'm so sorry, Bucky." You wept. Bucky gently let you go and cubbed your face, wiping your tears. "Hey, look at me." He said so soothingly. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"I should be asking you for forgiveness for leaving you like this."

You didn't care. All you wanted was him. You never wanted him to leave you again like that. You wanted to forget all those memories of being away from him for so long. That fear you felt when you received the news of his passing.

"You can't scare me like that."

Bucky pulled you in for a hug again, never letting you go, almost like he was scared to lose you. As you melted into his embrace, he lifted his titanium hand onto the back of your head and whispered into your ear.

In his eyes, a chilly storm was brewing as determination consumed him. Bucky won't let you risk hurting yourself. He would have to take things away from you.

Bucky doesn't want to let you go. Ever again. Bucky nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Never."

[prncssie]

ONE ⎯⎯ ★ m. list

you’d think when you’re all moved out of your childhood home and sitting on the cool wooden flooring of your own apartment, you’d feel all grown up. granted, you are grown up. however, there’s just something so different, so special and sacred, about enjoying a glass of cheap red wine and listening to the soft sounds of frank ocean, pinkpantheress, and other various artists humming from your red beats pill. this space is entirely yours. it’s your space, filled with the scent of toasted vanilla beans and marshmallows roasting over a fire.

it’s as neat and cluttered as you want it, polaroids of your old life plastered against the walls, floors freshly mopped, dishes cleaned and put away. the air practically buzzes with opportunity, with optimism and hope for the future. you can see it now, your name credited at the end of the newest blockbuster, only after successfully landing a lead role and hitting it off with your co-actors. you can taste it, your dream come true. sweet like syrup, dancing across your tongue with a honeyed sapor. it’s everything you could have asked for and here, in this new city, it’s just within reach. of course, first, you’d have to land a role.

still, that isn’t exactly you’re biggest focus right now. in just a couple hours, you’ll be starting your new job at the local diner. it isn’t something you’re nervous about perse, but there’s nothing particularly enjoyable about a fresh start. your new uniform hangs in your makeshift closet. the stone gray curtains are pulled back to reveal the crisp edges of the baby pink retro-style dress. it’s a cute, little thing. pinstripes from top to bottom, a flare skirt lined with soft tulle, a quaint white apron to match. you’d think it’s something you’d get out of the sexy costume section of spirit halloween. yet, it’s something you’ll be putting on for almost seven days out the week. it’s position in your closet symbolizes something to you. a glowing emblem of promise. it may not be the best item you own, or even the most practical but it means the most and that’s something that matters.

a single corner of your mouth twitches upwards. your brown eyes find themselves wandering towards the simplistic blinking clock on your desk. it’s 12:30. it’s late enough, you think, for you to crawl beneath the thousand count thread sheets stretched across your bed. you toss your head back, downing the rest of the savory wine in a couple of gulps. you practice your newfound freedom by leaving the glass right there on the coffee table and make your way towards your bed. your muscles strain and tremble after minutes of sitting in the same position for far too long. they sing their praises once you reach your plush mattress and bury yourself beneath the sheets. 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ★

“oh my gosh, hello!” the sing-songy voice spouts from a gorgeous dark haired girl, tinted a shade of red resembling a plum. she looks sweet, sharp eyes, a cute round nose. she smells sweet, like a ripe apple spiced with cinnamon on a nice autumn day. she grins at you with glossed pink lips while shoving a notepad within her apron pocket. “you must be the new girl. welcome to bop and bite, darlin’. my name is cherry. braxton told me we’d be gettin’ a new hire today.”

her infectious glee is enough to bring a pleased look to the surface of your face. there’s a bit of a southern twang that weaves through her words. it makes you tilt your head in curiosity but you don’t ask. instead, you run your hands along the skirt of your pressed uniform and grin back. “oh, i’m ⭐︎. it’s so nice to meet you. are you going to be training me?”

“oh, no. mrs. glen’s gone’ be trainin’ you. she’s super sweet. a real sugar pie. there’s this whole seniority thing and she has really good scores so,” cherry turns away from you, facing her distorted  reflection in the mint green countertops. they’re shiny enough to strain your eyes, reflecting the bright yellow lighting directly into your face. she bends over the open space and, what you’d soon learn as classic cherry fashion, rakes her fingers through her hair with a black elastic held tight within her teeth. “don’t worry, honey. you’ll be in great hands.”

you watch her tie her hair back, looking over the countertops at the empty booths and unoccupied bar stools. perhaps you’ve gotten far too dressed up compared to everyone else but really, can you be blamed for that? you half-assed makeup routine usually consisted of a light layer of a light layer of concealer,  a smooth line of eyeliner on the lower lids, blush, highlight, all the works. you just thought, since it is your first day, why not leave a good impression with a sugared face and an even sugared smile. there’s a second, just one, where you wonder if you went a little overboard, but those thoughts are dissolved the moment cherry looks up at you, placing a soft hand on your forearm.

“you know, you’re as pretty as a peach. you’ll make some real good tips workin’ here, i think. they love a real doll face.” she squeezes your arm before turning and leaving you to your own devices.

you stand there for a moment, glancing around the colorful room. that’s the thing with new places. it’s fun, it’s cool, it’s a change of pace and exciting, but it ends there. you don’t have roots, not yet at least. it causes more breaks in your productivity then you’d like. it’s occupied with nothing but silence and conversation where you can. like any other person, you fill that silence by pulling your phone out of your pocket. the plastic case is cool against your hand and you tap the tempered glass to display your lock screen. it blurs and shifts upon the sight of your face and you’re welcome, unfortunately, by a text message. not one you’re looking forward to.

mom: When are you coming back home? This is a waste of time and you know it

you roll your eyes the moment the words register in your brain. it doesn’t come as a shock to you, not really. if you were going to be honest with yourself, you knew it was going to come soon. the arguments about your decision, their displeasure at your desire to pursue an acting career, them insisting you couldn’t afford to live on their own. of course, they’re right. you can’t. that’s why you’re pulling doubles at bop and bite in hopes of having enough for rent and spare time to make it to casting calls, even if it’s for another mundane background character.

you click your tongue against the tip of your mouth, deciding it’s better off not to respond back than informing her that you are, still, very serious about your commitment. even if it meant you had to live in a somewhat cramped studio apartment until you could afford something better — which will probably be never. at least, not any time in the future that you can see. your thumb swipes against the glass, clearing the message from your screen and hopefully, your brain.

you drop your phone back into your apron pocket by the time the presumed mrs. glen makes her appearance. she looks sweet, as cherry said. a smile, salt and pepper hair, seasoned wrinkles. she wears her uniform all the same, thin frilly socks and little heeled mary ones clicking against the hard floor tiles. her thin gold bracelets dangle as she keys herself in to the register. her hair is pulled tight, flipped ponytail swinging as she saunters.

mrs. glen glances at you, eyes scanning along your frame. you pique her interest. you and you’re . . . smallness. your small personality, the small amount of space you take up. perhaps it’s because you’re in an unfamiliar place but you don’t stand as bold as someone who would need to work here. “you move here from somewhere? ⭐︎, right? you have that newcomer thing about you.”

you are a bit more jittery than you realize or even care to admit. it’s embarrassing how you stumble to turn towards her, hands interlaced in front of your body and palms facing up. “oh, yes ma’am. i moved here from a small town. i actually just settled and everything yesterday.” your curls, tied back neatly in two, spring and bounce in place. you’ve taken great care to wash, detangle, moisturize, and stretch them to have the prettiest impression you possibly could.

“mm, i can tell,” it’s meant to be nothing, words just tossed out into the air but mrs. glen misses the slight twitch of your eyebrow, “anyway, you’ll be following me around today as my shadow. once you get the hang of it, you’ll be taking drink orders and making them. it’s a slow process. customers are picky; they want a particular service. we open in five minutes so stay close. yes?” this time, she faces you. her eyes, dark like sweetened chocolate chips, hold you where you are.

she’s stern, you can tell by the way she just stares at you, expectantly. cherry said she’s “a real sugar pie” but in this moment, you feel more like she’s firmer than a pine knot. “yes ma’am. i’ll be right beside you.”

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Another life • True romance • Mosquito • The aisle • Nice to meet you • Bury me • Internet baby (interlude) • Ophelia • Feel complete • Blue • Feelings (Demo) • Capable of love • Boy's a liar Pt. 2

Spotify ♪ YouTube

[venusianarmour]

[biblup]

“so imagined how stupid I felt when I started to genuinely feel something for you”

my tav and astarion’s dynamic is summed up by this song lmao..both too prideful to admit their feelings ahaha

i’ve been obsessively listening to this album nonstop it’s so dark romance fantasy core

[discos-e-pensamentos]

Heaven Knows-PinkPantheress

1-Another Life

2-True Romance

3-Mosquito

4-The Aisle

5-Nice To Meet You

6-Bury Me

7-Internet Baby

8-Ophelia

9-Feel Complete

10-Blue

11-Feelings

12-Capable of Love

13-Boy's A Liar Pt. 2

2023

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