#libet's delay my love

[feminazipunk]

i LUVLUVLUVLUUUUVVVVV my wifey. ok. #1 e-kitten boo 👅👅 but it's so silly when someome has like a lil internet crush on me. ,. ots so cute and flattering like YOU are obsessed with ME? the person i admire and start explodint when i see them admires ME?? hwat

and they ger like excited when i int w them i literally start kicking my feet and peeing vro

[vyvyae]

I wrote a poem about calling out to a deity, I wrote it while listening to Libet’s Delay cause it goes hard asf. figured I’d post it here instead of insta cause fuck it we ball 😜 this is called My Heaven, Is Hell.

Here we goooooooooo

My Heaven, Is Hell.

I can see you

I feel your presence

You underestimate me

Nothing more than a child, you presume

I am strong

I can feel my power

Yet I can’t grasp it

Yet

This feeling of bliss

This feeling of peace

Calling your name

Makes me feel alive

My weight dissolves

Into my bed

And I float

So does my mind

I know you’re here

I can see you everywhere

You’re real

You’re true

People don’t believe me

I private my knowledge

Afraid of that I know

You are real, arnt you?

You make me feel strong

You make me love

You make me fiend for more

One day I will win

This place has a name

Some call is heaven

I call it hell

My heaven, is hell.

Dear god I’m fucking delusional… this is what happens when u get into witchcraft kids

Anyways goodnight lmao

[redhydrogen]

Album Review:

Everywhere at the end of time: Stage 4 (The Caretaker, 2018)

(Re-Listen)

Everywhere at the end of time is a project I have admired for a very long time. I first discovered it around the time it hit the mainstream in 2021, and I was instantly hooked by the thought provoking concept and unique sample usage. All this time later, and Everywhere at the end of time is a body of work that I still love and listen to regularly. Over that time, my favorite moments of the project have grown to be not those from the first half of the project, but rather from the back half; the post-awareness albums are where Everywhere at the end of time truly shines as a work of art.

Stage 4 is notable for a drastic shift in tone; when listening to every album consecutively, the ocean of distorted samples comes as a shock after Stage 3 ends with relatively peaceful droning. However, I think G1 serves as a perfect introduction to the post-awareness half of EATEOT; While it is naturally more hectic than what came before it, it is one of the calmest and least complicated post-awareness tracks not found on Stage 6. G1 is a great demonstration of how samples are manipulated in post-awareness, with Heartaches being audible and recognizable throughout a good chunk of the track. The second section of G1 eventually gives way to a calming sample, almost like that of a baby mobile, constantly swapping between the listener's left and right ear, accompanied by confused piano cords. It is like a moment of peace; something that will only grow more and more infrequent in the stages ahead. The moment is suddenly ripped away just as you've gotten used to it, and replaced with more disorienting samples, which play until G1 ends. I love how G1 sets up what is to come, though I do feel some of the sections drag for just a minute too long.

H1 opens the distorted trumpets of Libet's Delay, one of The Caretaker's most iconic tracks. This section is revisited frequently throughout H1, almost as if you are trying desperately to remember what it was. This section is also a fine example of how The Caretaker takes advantage of stereo sound and panning throughout EATEOT, with the same sample being differently pitched in each ear. The second section is one of my favorites in all of post-awareness. The piano, the distant hums of something you can't quite identify, it all sounds rather peaceful for something so torn up. The following section is my second favorite from H1, prominently featuring distorted trumpets from False memory syndrome, one of The Caretaker's most underrated tracks. The samples here sound more despairing than those of the previous section, some of them sounding like rushing wind or distant screams. The trumpets sound as if they are crying. After a brief return to the first section, the music transitions into a relatively sparse and empty section of sounds, which is most notable for the loud static panning from left to right and right to left, almost sounding like ocean waves. The music yet again returns to Libet's Delay, which harshly cuts away to one of the most memorable segments in all of the project, dubbed the Hell Sirens. The Hell Sirens are bone chilling on first listen, but I feel as if they have been overplayed by the internet at large, and I find it hard to enjoy them now. The rest of H1 is unnoteworthy, with a calm section to serve as a wind-down after the Hell Sirens followed by a return to Libet's Delay before it suddenly ends. I think H1 is the best song in Stage 4 by quite a margin, and one of the best in post-awareness.

Temporary bliss state is, as the title suggests, a calmer track overall. It consists of only two sections; a distorted glockenspiel with stereo effects like Libet's Delay from H1, and the same sample pitched significantly lower. While it is a welcome break from the hectic chaos of the prior tracks, it drags too much to be very enjoyable.

The transition to J1 is done very well; the first thing you hear is a distorted glockenspiel, which eases you in very effectively. The first section of J1, and J1 as a whole, is very calming, which I think was the best approach to take. Much of J1 is very empty and sparse after the first section, and while the second and third sections are nice to listen to, there's simply not much that can be said about them. This is J1's biggest flaw in my opinion; the intro and outro are both amazing, but what happens in-between isn't very noteworthy. As for said outro, it is very memorable for the same reasons that Stage 3's closing track is memorable. It's very calming and blissful, which makes the transition into Stage 5 all the more jarring. The outro to J1 is actually audible in G1, though it is buried underneath the cacophony of distorted Heartaches samples, which was something I didn't know until very recently. All and all, I think J1 is a fine outro, though it is a tad bit too empty in the middle.

I have long said that Stage 4 is my favorite stage from Everywhere at the end of time, which is something that has only further been solidified the more I listen to it. While I highly implore anyone to listen to all six stages, this is the one I recommend the most; it is simply a work of art.

G1: Post Awareness Confusions - 9/10

H1: Post Awareness Confusions - 10/10

I1: Temporary Bliss State - 7/10

J1: Post Awareness Confusions - 8/10

Favorite Song: H1 - Post Awareness Confusions

Album Score: 8.5/10

[globule-noir]

Everywhere at the end of time' was a series exploring dementia, its advancement and its totality.

STAGE 1 :

00:00:00 Here we experience the first signs of memory loss. This stage is most like a beautiful daydream. The glory of old age and recollection. The last of the great days.

00:00:00 - A1 - It's just a burning memory

00:03:32 - A2 - We don't have many days

00:07:02 - A3 - Late afternoon drifting

00:10:38 - A4 - Childishly fresh eyes

00:13:36 - A5 - Slightly bewildered

00:15:38 - A6 - Things that are beautiful and transient

00:20:12 - B1 - All that follows is true

00:23:44 - B2 - An autumnal equinox

00:26:31 - B3 - Quiet internal rebellions

00:30:02 - B4 - The loves of my entire life

00:34:06 - B5 - Into each others eyes

00:38:42 - B6 - My heart will stop in joy

STAGE 2 :

00:41:22 The second stage is the self realisation and awareness that something is wrong with a refusal to accept that. More effort is made to remember so memories can be more long form with a little more deterioration in quality. The overall personal mood is generally lower than the first stage and at a point before confusion starts setting in.

00:41:22 - C1 - A losing battle is raging

00:46:01 - C2 - Misplaced in time

00:50:44 - C3 - What does it matter how my heart breaks

00:53:22 - C4 - Glimpses of hope in trying times

00:58:06 - C5 - Surrendering to despair

01:03:09 - D1 - I still feel as though I am me

01:07:17 - D2 - Quiet dusk coming early

01:10:54 - D3 - Last moments of pure recall

01:14:47 - D4 - Denial unravelling

01:19:02 - D5 - The way ahead feels lonely

STAGE 3 :

01:23:17 Here we are presented with some of the last coherent memories before confusion fully rolls in and the grey mists form and fade away. Finest moments have been remembered, the musical flow in places is more confused and tangled. As we progress some singular memories become more disturbed, isolated, broken and distant. These are the last embers of awareness before we enter the post awareness stages.

01:23:17 - E1 - Back there Benjamin

01:27:33 - E2 - And heart breaks

01:31:38 - E3 - Hidden sea buried deep

01:32:59 - E4 - Libet's all joyful camaraderie

01:36:12 - E5 - To the minimal great hidden

01:37:53 - E6 - Sublime beyond loss

01:40:03 - E7 - Bewildered in other eyes

01:41:55 - E8 - Long term dusk glimpses

01:45:29 - F1 - Gradations of arms length

01:47:00 - F2 - Drifting time misplaced

01:51:16 - F3 - Internal bewildered World

01:54:45 - F4 - Burning despair does ache

01:57:22 - F5 - Aching cavern without lucidity

01:58:41 - F6 - An empty bliss beyond this World

02:02:19 - F7 - Libet delay

02:06:15 - F8 - Mournful cameraderie

STAGE 4 :

02:08:53 Post-Awareness Stage 4 is where serenity and the ability to recall singular memories gives way to confusions and horror. It's the beginning of an eventual process where all memories begin to become more fluid through entanglements, repetition and rupture.

02:08:53 - G1 - Stage 4 Post Awareness Confusions

02:31:02 - H1 - Stage 4 Post Awareness Confusions

02:52:55 - I1 - Stage 4 Temporary Bliss State

03:13:58 - J1 - Stage 4 Post Awareness Confusions

STAGE 5 :

03:36:12 Post-Awareness Stage 5 confusions and horror. More extreme entanglements, repetition and rupture can give way to calmer moments. The unfamiliar may sound and feel familiar. Time is often spent only in the moment leading to isolation.

03:36:12 - K1 - Stage 5 Advanced plaque entanglements

03:58:49 - L1 - Stage 5 Advanced plaque entanglements

04:21:37 - M1 - Stage 5 Synapse retrogenesis

04:42:25 - N1 - Stage 5 Sudden time regression into isolation

STAGE 6 :

05:04:32 Post-Awareness Stage 6 is without description.

05:04:32 - O1 - Stage 6 A confusion so thick you forget forgetting

05:26:25 - P1 - Stage 6 A brutal bliss beyond this empty defeat

05:48:02 - Q1 - Stage 6 Long decline is over

06:09:12 - R1 - Stage 6 Place in the World fades away

[simeleons]

I checked out the album and had the most visceral experience upon recognizing the first song and connecting memories with it but not remembering exactly which memories or when I have heard it before. Amazing recommendation!

right??? a lot of people said they felt this way about the album. it definitely does a great job at playing with the listener's sense of memory and train of thought. the artist is very talented. im glad you enjoyed it!!!! ^3^ <3

[drustvar]

@claudia-nomusaabara

Thank you for the tag!! I do love to make lists!! So here’s some of my current WiPs / irons in the fire 

1. The Finale for Libet’s delay + general MM shenanigans. I’ve picked 2 other prompts besides that bc I don’t want to bite off more than I can chew esp with how bad my attentions span has been lately :”) but im esp looking forward to the Sam / Rosie one I have planned heehehe

2. Recently been thinking on making an actual timeline post for Rosie? Wouldn’t be getting super into specifics because I’m not smart enough to figure out years and things like that but yknow just a basic “this happened when she was x years old” etc. 

3. Julian route adaptation. This one has been SO FUN already especially in terms of exploring and dissecting blorbo’s psychology. Rosie is off her rocker and as I’ve said before it’s been very fun to compare this version of her with other routes. I need to get some of these beta read because I uh. went stupid went crazy and have already written up to like the 10th book

4. Muriel route overhaul. This one has been moved down the list / put on the backburner because im gonna be honest i was starting to worry about fixing everything wrong with it and not messing up that it stopped being fun to work on for a while....I’m currently debating between keeping  any of my initial drafts or just saying fuck it and doing my own thing entirely. 

Not sure who else to tag bc i always worry about people feeling left out but if you see this and want to make one go for it!!!!

[softsoaps]

I love sharing obscure interests with my friends. Like they will get into things and talk about it and i will be like YES THANK YOU I LOVE YOU and i will absorb all of the information i can to talk about it with them. I have friends who will dm me just to ask me what tarot card they think represents a character or to tell me they found what song libets delay was sampled from in everywhere at the end of time. I love that. Theres a visceral connection you have with someone who trusts you to talk about obscurities like that. It makes me feel full and happy.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Blame It on Your Beats (8)

Chapter Content: Fluff, mushy song.

Summary: A brush with the underworld leads you on a run, away from what was supposedly your normal life, with Bucky Barnes. You two do not seem to be in sync as Bucky tries to keep you alive, trying your best not to kill each other. Or that’s what you think you are doing.

Series: contains smut, adult content in there somewhere in the future chapters so please look at the chapter content and warnings before you proceed.

Chapter Warnings: none.

A/N: This series is written for @littledarlinhavefaithinme ‘s MK Writing Challenge. Thank you so much for hosting. I am having a lot of fun with the prompts. But I am clearly behind schedule. Eep! Thanks for being so patient!

Tags for this fic are open

MASTERLIST

“Babe.”

“Hmm?”

“What about them? Do they look like they're a thing?”

Yukio turned into the direction Sonic was staring in, taking in your figure dressed in pink shorts and a floral halter top, sitting on the rock by the shore with Bucky, who was dressed in a red Hawaii shirt and black lounge pants. Your hands were busy scribbling something on a similar notepad Yukio had seen you work with yesterday.

“-I don't…” she heard you saying, watching you scrunch your nose at your partner with an offended gasp.

“Y/N,” Bucky stated with such a determined tone, “you were snoring last night.”

“Oh yeah? Well, so were you. And don't get me started on your stomach growls, hon,” you responded, huffing and going back to the pages in your lap. “I told you to go have your dinner but no! Why listen to me? Let's keep the whales awake at night!” you practically sang, swinging your head to add the sarcastic effect.

“Oh, I did bring early breakfast,” he added, bringing forward the tray of oysters into his lap, making your features turn a shade paler with a painful ache.

“No,” you whispered, closing your eyes in defeat and inching away from Bucky, “Bucky, no.”

“What? They are delicious!” He stated, opening one with a small knife he took out of his pants, making you squirm visibly as you inched away a little more and he shifted towards you to show you the glossy, mushy insides as he moaned about how delicious they looked.

You whimpered as he scooped out the insides and gulped them down in one go, forcing you to get up and walk away from him when he wanted you to try one.

“Just try one, doll. You'll love it!”

“Get that sea blob away from me!”

A few seconds later, it is Bucky walking away from you as you had your right arm extended in his direction, a giant furry brown spider sitting on the back of your palm.

“But look at how cute he is! Bucky, come on, it's just a spider.”

“No, it's not cute! Nothing about this monster is cute. Get that thing away from me! Y/N, I swear on all the songs you love-”

Your shriek filled the air swirling from the sea around you as Bucky picked you up and kept a strong hold around your waist as he bent you sideways keeping your arms away from him all the while telling you to ‘shake that crawler away’ while you chortled, your face turning red from the gut aching laughter at the assassin's actions on seeing the spider.

Yukio turned back to her girl. “Aww! They sure look cute together!”

“Mnh, I'm not convinced,” Sonic muttered, entwining her fingers in Yukio's.

Bucky had kept his early morning busy when he had reluctantly left your peaceful, snoring side to contact Stark, fill him in about your progress, do a recon of the hotel’s estate and know about the whereabouts of the man who had threatened to kill you.

“His name is Dexter Ian Christenson. Ex seal. Used to be a shadow hunter for the military’s gory operations once. This guy is as sane as the American Psycho according to the last evaluation the force did before he was compelled to take early retirement. He hasn’t been seen since the incident. Almost like the guy just ghosted. But Friday did pick up the vehicle he had been using the night before through the street cams. A rental under one of Eton’s shadow companies. Has been sitting at the same spot since that man dirtied my facility. He is either gone underground or is searching for the OWL that Y/N so blatantly took away from right under his nose. You know what this means, Barnes.”

Of course, he knew what that meant. If Dexter was as balanced as Tony was painting him in his head, you had a target on your head the moment he had set his eyes on you. Bucky was not ruling out the possibility of him tracking you down in search for the OWL. But what ticked him the wrong way was the conversation you and Dexter had when you were trapped in the lab, his words still crisp inside Bucky’s mind from what all he had heard over the comms. That man had been playing with you and if Bucky had read him right, he would have been elated that you got away with his trophy, making him savour the chase before he hunted you down for his pleasure. The mere thought of him in your vicinity had been enough to snap the firewood into two in his flesh hand when he, Jamal’s husband Ryan and Yukio had offered to help Meera with the evening’s bonfire preparation.

“I will never forgive you for this,” you muttered under your breath.

“It’s just one night,” Bucky retorted, straightening his silver striped tie over the blue sheen shirt you gifted him before buttoning the jacket on his suit.

“And that is one entire anomaly waiting to be unfolded,” you announced, pointing at the pages on the bed, “but you’d rather take me to this stupid evening where I know no one and everyone who knows me probably thinks I’m insane.”

You cursed at the satin blue ribbon coming and going out of everywhere from your front to your back, clearly not a riddle you were happy to be wound up in.

“Come here,” he sighed, taking the ends of the ribbons from your hands and pressing them in his mouth as he loosened the complex mess you had created over the gown. His light touch worked around you to create a symmetrical satin web, before turning you around to tie it up in a nice bow at the back.

You admitted to yourself to be quite impressed by his work, at the same time wondering who else- and how many ‘elses’- he had worked this art on.

“You cannot just lock yourself up in the room like this. You’ve been sitting here for almost the entire day, Y/N. Take a break from the puzzle solving, would you? Enjoy a little.”

You took in one quick breath to calm your nerves that were worked up at the simple graze of his fingers on your bare back.

“I know you think I don’t know much about you, Bucky, but one week is enough to read into what any Avenger likes or dislikes. So, don’t play the ‘loosen up a little’ act with me,” you glared at his reflection in the mirror, catching his brazen blue off guard.

“I may be socially awkward but I’m not dumb,” you added, making Bucky take a mental note to not give away any weakness in front of you that you might use to torture him later. The spider had been enough for the next six months.

But try as you may, he was never going to admit that he wanted to keep you close, in a crowd, where there were low chances of Dexter coming for your head on.

“You’re right,” he confessed, “I’m not much of a people’s person either. But, I’d rather bear the crowd outside than you sulking at the pages, cursing whatever ancient ruler came up with the ways to encrypt their love letters for their better half.”

You were wounded by the open attack for a moment but suddenly shut your mouth at another thought. “You know, a love letter is a good theory, maybe I could find a method to-”

“Get out of the room before I burn down every piece of paper in here.”

Bucky’s eyes didn’t falter with the statement and as much as you wanted to spew that he wouldn’t burn a thousand-year-old manuscript, the warning in his eyes made move towards the door.

“Fine,” your words quaked as your back hit the wall instead of going out the open door, “but just so you know, I’m a very lousy dance partner.”

So much for the questionable feelings, I had begun to have last night, you thought to yourself.

How much of it was questionable and how much of you was lousy, you were about to find out tonight.

“No.”

“Yes! It’s a tradition!”

You looked at Louise with as much of respectful disapproval you could manage before she effortlessly shoved your whole being smack into Bucky’s towering form.

“Come on, now,” she shouted for everyone to hear, “all the couples dance around the bonfire to mark the beginning of the local new year and kiss each other to close the vows you take for the new beginning.”

“Yeah,” Sonic quipped, a smirk on her face, “nothing says ‘I love you’ better than dancing to some blood ritual for the island nation’s inhabitants.”

See! She is clearly the sensible one. And Meera! Where. Is. Meera?

“As much as I’d love to correct my wife,” Meera spoke from the bar, putting down her bourbon to come and take her beloved’s hand, “this one tradition is really sacred and goes back ages. It’d be really lovely if all you would join us.”

Well, there goes the sensible one, clearly smitten under the moon.

The soft music on the piano started. Libet’s delay.

“Is there anything you’re good at?” Bucky surmised with a smirk, clearly enjoying the pissed look on your features.

It would’ve felt nice to come back with all the things you were brilliant at but the mental exhaustion from overworking on cracking the ancient codes had taken a toll over you. So, without a word, you started to head towards the bar before Bucky’s hand caught you.

“Wai-Wait,” he pleaded, positioning you back in front of him, “sorry. Just...let me guide you.”

He patiently waited with his hand open for yours.

With the silent ocean breeze teasing your nerve ends, making you want to curl up in a familiar warmth somewhere beyond all that came with a deadline and a death threat, you glided your palm into his metal, while his flesh hand went across your waist, drawing you closer.

Your body was already beginning to absorb the glow he was emanating, relaxing you with a welcoming surprise.

“Just work your sway with mine,” his pink lips covered in between the dense stubble spoke near you, his scent engulfing you from everywhere.

You synchronised your footwork with his, the sway of your hips at the movement of his feet, the push of his flesh hand to twirl you, the pull of his metal to dip you as he came down from the dazed high, breathing in your form like his personal ecstasy. Every breath in his movement gradually trickled over you, wiping off the dark thoughts, taking away the tightness of your worked up muscles, nullifying the threat that lingered somewhere out there.

How could his presence do this to you?

How could someone make you feel so much at peace with yourself?

And like a high note to mark the end, the music stopped and a song of windchimes filled the air, Meera declaring it as the time to close your vows.

Your reluctant yet curious gaze looked at your partner for further guidance.

The thought was one delicious invitation; one beautiful wave of desire passing through your chest to cut the distance between the two of you and finally answer the question of what he would taste like.

His personal oceans were dark with the same wonderful temptation and you had no idea how much restraint it took on his part to not completely crash on to you. Instead, he planted his inquisitive lips on your cheeks, igniting the latent seabeds inside you like neon blood running through every flora and fauna lighting up the entire undiscovered ocean.

And just like that, the daze lifted up with the sudden explosion of hip-hop reverberating through the speakers around the bonfire; Zemo the redhead doing the honours of taking over as the DJ for the night.

Needless to say, I keep her in check

She was all bad-bad, nevertheless (yeah)

It truly was a shock for Bucky to watch you bop your head at the new tune, only later realising it was more of wonderment to see you glow under the fire lamps- the golden hues doing no justice to the subtle stare you were giving him- and sway your head like that.

Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck (wreck)

Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck (wreck)

Your heated body let go of the moderation, letting the tantalising feeling still on your cheeks work through your mind, swirling at the notes you were used to.

Needless to say, I keep her in check

She was all bad-bad, nevertheless

Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck

Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck

You took him by his hands, making Bucky raise his hands and sway to the rhythm like you were showing him.

Thinkin' in a bad way, losin' your grip

Screamin' at my face, baby don't trip

Someone took a big L, don't know how that felt

Lookin' at you sideways, party on tilt

You were howling, completely letting the beats take over your senses, everything a sparkling blur. Everything except the stunning blue staring at you through the crinkled corners.

Ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse

She wanna ride me like a cruise and I'm not tryna lose

Bucky had no idea of his own happiness was bursting through his heart on watching you like this, his curious and appalled eyes never leaving your jumping figure.

Then you're left in the dust unless I stuck by ya

You're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much

Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya

You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower

“I told you I’m a lousy dance partner! I never said I was bad at dancing on my own.”

Your giggles filled the air while the cool sand under your feet made you shiver as you walked down the shore.

Bucky was quick to cover you up in his suit jacket as a laugh found its way out of him.

“Haha. For a second there I thought you were possessed or something,” he mentioned before bursting into giggles at his own joke.

“Hah!” you mocked a laugh back.

“Okay, I admit. I never saw you as someone with such...moves,” Bucky muttered, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah. The whole not knowing how to swim thing really threw you off balance, didn’t it, darling?”

Bucky licked his lips and smiled at you.

“You really surprise me, you know. In a good way,” he sighed, his hands in his pocket, his arms casually colliding into yours as you swayed with the lingering effects of the music and just a tiny bit of alcohol.

“Yeah?” you questioned his statement, “even after I nearly took you down yesterday in my anger right on this beach somewhere?”

Bucky’s uncontrollable laughter boomed around you, filling you up with the most pleasant heat in your cheeks on watching him like this.

“Oh yeah, right. You-” he tried to dam his laughter now and then but failed miserably- “you...yeah you definitely took me down. It scared the hell out of me. My life definitely flashed before my eyes. What? I swear on...on...umm...yes! I swear on that constellation I was scared.”

You poked him with your elbow. “Don’t destroy my constellation, you dweeb!”

“Aw, doll,” he enunciated, tilting his head in sympathy, “for all we know that constellation is dead already. Your love letters would be older than this.”

You scoffed before rerunning that thought inside your head, your pace slowing down a little.

“I’m sure I’m outliving them by some margin right now,” he added, walking ahead before realising you were not beside him.

Bucky turned around and found you with a lost expression hovering over your face. “Y/N?” he called out your name but all he got was a silent stare that passed through him into some invisible void.

“Call Tony,” you announced to him with a whisper, “now.”

Within seconds Tony was on the other end, wondering what trouble you two were running into.

“The order of the constellation they worshipped,” was all you said into the phone. And like some unspoken arrangement, Bucky heard Tony call Friday to mark the constellation in the sky during the time OWL was created and asked her to mark the translations you had done for him to be lined in that order.

Two minutes of killing silence later, you hear Tony give out a curse.

“What? Did it work? Tony! Did it work?” your trembling voice called out in urgency to him.

“Y/N,” Tony announced, “do you realise you just discovered a new element made by the old-timey folks?”

The amount of air you wanted to take in could not fit into your lungs as your wide eyes locked with Bucky before jumping up in muted joy.

“Good work, kiddo. Banner will love this.”

For the life of you, you could not find it in yourself to stay on your feet as Bucky got infected by your goofy smile before you finally landed in his arms.

“See!” you giggled close to his face as he chucked you up into the air, “I am good at stuff. This time you helped but I am good at stuff!”

Bucky chortled at your words dripping in victory as he swung you around a bit recklessly, making you scream and wrap your arms around his neck in a secure lock.

And to catch your breaths, your foreheads came together to rest in a symphony, your thumping chests marring the air with the heat they were radiating, your wide grins slowly melting into hints of a smile as the heaviness of this tantalization struck your chords.

You took the liberty to move your fingers at the back of Bucky’s neck through his hair while your parting forehead made you bring your lips forward to his in the heat of the moon grazing his glistening pale skin in contrast to his stubble and those heavily painted lips in the colours of morbid curiosity.

Suddenly the music started over again in the lawn somewhere in the background unbeknown to the two lost souls that were you and Bucky.

I know you're scared of the unknown (-known)

You don't wanna be alone (alone)

I know I always come and go (and go)

But it's out of my control

You wanted a confirmation from him before you could allow yourself to lose your existence in his silver ocean that was anything if not inviting you inside the deep waters.

And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya

You're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much

Bucky’s thoughts were a mess as soon as your eyes picked on his pulsating lips. The caged enchanted essence driving itself through the roof at the first whiff of your hot nerves vaporizing your delicious scent. And just as you asked him without any words, he tightened his grip on you, driving your already close body closer to him before meeting your lips.

Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya

You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower, yeah

The supple clash sent stars all through your body that were exploding as they passed every layer of you.

You and Bucky closed your eyes and got lost in the big bang of your making at the edge of the ocean.

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