#this song won't get out of my head and with it this fucking moth won't leave me alone

[ratcandy]

how it's been going

[sherewrytes]

Ms. Good Grip

Inspired by this song

If you know you know. If you don't know how you know. Wanted to drop a fic with a more Caribbean inspo.

C.W : smut, Caribbean dialect, overstimulation, Caribbean black reader. Dom ony. Y/N be actin out

Your fav cousin wedding reception was in full swing. Drinks pouring, shots passing, weed smoke in the air all elders already left. You knew your boyfriend Ony wasn't used to Caribbean style parties. The pacing was completely from the usual parties he's used to. He was faded and tipsy, hands gripping your hips catching every whine you threw his way. You were completely bent over, if it wasn`t for your updo your hair would be touching the floor with how far you were bent over. You both took a break from dancing to get some drinks and more food before everyone's greedy ass ate it all up.

The song changed to Alkaline's on Fleek. As soon as you heard,

Whooo gyal yo pum, pum Gyal, yuh pum pum, Gyal, yuh pum pum on fleek.

You joined your other wild ass cousins in the dance circle and began whining. You made sure to position yourself right in front of Ony. You were secretly putting on all this show for him. All the weed and drinks had you wanting him. He looked so good in his semi casual fit You whined slowly at first slowly going lower to match the intro of the song staring him dead in his eyes while he smoked a joint with a bottle of Stag beer in his hand. His shades resting slightly lower on his nose. You watch him beckon you over with a finger, but you ignored him only because you loved riling him up at times, it makes the sex better.

You felt a hand grip your waist; you knew instantly it wasn't Ony's, but you decided to give the guy a lil dance. You cousin Shanice side eyed know mothing " Aye, you always lookin' for problems. You know how Ony's gonna react." You laughed saying "Oh well, small thing."

(Small thing- Trini slang for No big deal)

You heard the Dj scratch and the song changed to Spice's Jim Screechie

You were singing the song loud and clear while throwing it back on the random guy.

"And your gyal a watch you hard, but me no matter that Hold me tight and don't let me go Whine with me and me a whine with you"

You were giving him a wicked whine knowing for a fact that kinda whining is reserved for Ony but you thought "Oh well." The guy had one hand on your hips pulling you back against his hips while almost dry fuckin you on the makeshift dance floor. You felt a hand grab your wrist and pulled you. You looked up and saw it was Ony pulling you off the makeshift dance floor away from everyone.

"You got me fucked up; you know that. Are you goin out of your head or sum." Ony said his voice gruff with annoyance. You on the other hand were turned on by hearin' him this way. You smirked "It's just a dance Ony. I know you're suffering from not accustom. You bein' a black American I know you won't know much about my culture and shit."

You watch Ony's eye widen with annoyance "Oh really, you really wanna go that route with me. Imma give you a last chance to take that shit back." You rolled your eyes and giggled. "Still just a lil dance Ony." You attempted to walk away big mistake.

You knew it was your fault you were now in this situation. Your hands pressed and pinned against the toilet door with your back arched. Ony was feeding deep, hard strokes. You had to way to move, one of his hands pinned your hands against the door while the other was between your spread thighs rubbing your clit.

You felt your wetness run down your thigh, you were making a mess of yourself. You were coming again. You were pleading with him to take it easy on you "Ony 'm sor-sorry...please I can't"

"Nah, you can't, you weren't whining out there on him like you couldn't so nah you gon' take this dick. It's what you wanted right."

You were panting, moaning moaning his name as fucked you harder. You were now pressed against the door, his hand now pressed against the side of your neck. Between the hard slaps of his hips against yours and the song blaring in the background, you were losing your mind. You came twice already and feeling the third one fast approaching. He was rubbing your twitching clit. Rubbing so fast, your squirt was coming out faster than you realized. Your lust filled sobs were shaking your body and his, it only made him want to fuck you harder.

"Ony! Ony! Ouuu fuck I'm sorry 'm sorry please please please slow down." He stopped only to turn you over so you can be face to face as he lifted you up and pinned your back against the door again. You were both face to face. Ony's eyed still red from smoking.

"You always tryna test me and push me Y/N huh. You don't fuckin listen....actin up and showin out for WHO. that dude..playin' too much."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your stomach clenched, you saw Ony smirk and slid his hand between both of your bodies and press down on your stomach. Your eyes widen while tears brimmed the corner. "Ouuu fuck! shit Ony..didn't mean to do it. why you fuckin me like this."

Ony tried to reign in his anger but her couldn't he felt it coming back, only pushing him to thrust deeper and harder "Don't play dumb with me Y/N you know I'm actin' like this."

Between Ony tearin your shit up and the music thumping in the background, you were close to another orgasm, tears now running down your face. Ony's hips practically pinning you between him and the door. Ony leaned in and kissed your tears away.

Ony finds your silence a bit annoying. After what felt like minutes, his hand gripped your throat. Through your teary eyes you could see you pushed Ony a bit to far but then again he knew how you were. He loved you for it.

Ony felt your body shivering against his. He kept feeding you deep, hard strokes which you were sure if the music wasn't loud as fuck everyone could hear. He felt his vexation simmering in his veins.

"Ony..please..I love you. I...Ony!" you pleaded. Ony rolled his eyes tired of hearing the same things over and over again come out of your mouth.

"Nah, love me, that's crazy Y/N. Do you really love me Y/N?" "I do Ony! I do. I won't do this shit again I swear...just.."

You were gripping around his dick so tightly he could feel his balls twitching and he fucked you against the door harder. He knew you loved pushing his buttons as much as you loved him. he wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, trying to go deep as he possibly can. You were so overstimulated you were shaking while pressed between the door and him.

"Fuck Y/N you're squeezin' me Gonna nut" you felt him fill you up groaning into your ear. You knew the amount he just came in you would leak out.

Ony sat you on the bathroom counter, helped you clean up then he cleaned up himself. You cleaned your face with make up wipes you had in your bag and reapplied your make up Ony smirked "You gon behave now my love" "Yes Ony I will"

You went back out the wedding party holding hands and smiling.

[winterarmyy]

Thin Walls, Thin Lines

What will happen if a fuckboy falls in love with a hopeless romantic?

Summary: Modern society surely had corrupted the mind of the hundred-something year old man, Bucky Barnes, when he seemed to have forgotten the art of courting a lady. Lost in lust and pleasure, he had been indulging with endless array of different girls on his bed almost every night. And the opposite side of that thin walls of his room, lives a hopeless romantic who he was madly in love with.

Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader

Words: 4.9k++

Warnings: avenger au, explicit language/contents, angst, lil bit of drama, fluff, please bare with the fuckery of bucky barnes, reader is sensitive yet quite fiesty too. i can't backup steve on this one, he is on his own.

A/N: As you can see from the navigation bar, we have two different endings for this fic, because I am greedy and indecisive. The original version ended with fluff and the deleted scene (alternate ending) ended with absolute filth of a smut. So... enjoy! 💕

P/S: And this is also my submission for @jessybarnes 's writing challenge. I have chosen "Kiss me again" from the prompt list and I hope you like the way I used it in this fic!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Y/N has always been a hopeless romantic. She dreams of a love like the ones she read in books. She craved someone who loves her so deeply that she could never find peace in anyone else but him. She wanted all the love songs and poetry to be reminders of him; his beauty, his charms.

Fresh flowers, stargazing, coffee dates, kisses that tastes of cotton candy, warm cuddles, and every little things in between; she longed for it all. She dreams of a love that is so consuming until all that's left in that small bubble of infatuation is their entangled soul mending each other to the bone.

That's what makes her a hopeless romantic.

And very much the opposite of her was Bucky. He is an infuriating flirt. There's not a day goes by that he doesn't call her with sickeningly sweet nicknames; doll, gorgeous, princess, darling, you name it. He will definitely drop some suggestive lines at any given chance and most of the time when she least expected.

He can charm anyone just by his presence, and if you're lucky enough to get one of his infamous smile; then you best believe that you won't be going home alone that night, or able to walk proper the next morning. He is the typical playboy you know and hate; very often she'll see different girl in his arms or on his bed. And that man seemed to not know when to stop. Sometimes, she do wonder if he ever got tired of sex. Because she knows for certain that he can go on and on for hours, daily.

"Fuck,, that's it. Spread your legs for me. Yeah, 'atta girl."

Speaking of the devil.

This has been recurring for months now. It seems like the man never sleep because his voice would always wake her up. She couldn't decide what was worse; between being forced to hear the sounds of the skin slapping, the bed creaking, him groaning and her squealing or being a super light sleeper that even a whisper in her room would jolt her awake.

Y/N let out an annoyed grunt when she swoop her head under the pillow, hoping to silenced the noises even just a little bit. Surprise; it didn't help at all. Her body cringed and her face contorted into a squint when she hear the other woman announcing her release as the headboard hits the wall a little harder, a little faster.

Bucky Barnes sure is a fuckboy but unfortunately for her, he is also the man she fell in love with.

She refused to show it, but lord knows how much her heart simply swell to the sight of his smile. Despite the flirtatious tendencies of his, there was something about him that attracted her like a magnet; or like a moth to a flame.

Maybe it was his old soul, or maybe because she saw glimpses of timeless charm in him; the way he moves, the way he gazes, and the way treated her. Nevertheless, it was such a devastating thing for someone like her to fall for someone like him.

The last thing she wanted in a man, is to look at her like she was just a good fuck and nothing more. She just couldn't imagine herself to be tied with someone like that. And Bucky was exactly that someone.

Y/N haven't been able to get more than 2 hours of sleep for months now. The lack of it had caused her to drastically lose physical strength and lately fatigue has been a constant presence as well.

So she decided to go the medbay to consult Dr. Cho about it. After running some tests, she sat her down for some Camomile tea as she went through the results, "It seemed like the severe lack of sleep had took a really heavy toll on you."

Y/N sighed as she place the tea cup on the back on the table, "Yes, I am well aware of that. That is precisely why I am here."

"Nightmares?" Dr. Cho speculated.

If the definition of nightmare is 'the moans of the man, that she had a crush on, fucking someone else next door' then, yes. She was having long and nearly endless nightmares for months now.

"Something like that." She lied.

"Then, I have some medication that I can prescribe to you. You should take it daily after dinner and..." Before Dr. Cho managed to finish her instructions, Y/N quickly asked, "Is it possible to fix me without meds?"

Dr. Cho frowned curiously, "Why wouldn't take meds? That's the quickest way to help for your situation, as far as I know." she asked.

This was not her first rodeo; she had troubles sleeping back when she was merely teenager. And the last time tried using meds, she ended up almost overdosed herself from it, "It's just... I prefer not to." she evaded.

Dr. Cho nodded understandingly before clarifying the current situation, "Well then, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. Though some research suggested that meditation routine before sleep can help. Or putting up some natural ambience like the sound of rain or waves--"

Y/N wasn't really listening after the first sentence. Because all she could thought of was how much longer she can bare with this and what will it take for her to finally snap.

Y/N was dying. At least it felt like it.

With her deprivation of sleep and the intense combat training she had to go through today, her patience was reaching it's limit. After visiting the medbay 2 weeks ago, she had tried to approach Bucky about it but he always took it lightly.

There was series of insincere apology followed by a cheeky promise to 'keep the tone down' for her. But nothing changed. She asked him again and again; days gone by he didn't live up to the end of his bargain.

For those past week, Y/N had resorted to sleep in the living room for most of the nights. How she dreaded to leave her comfy bed but she could no longer tolerate the sounds coming from the other side on the wall. Though she still jolted awake from time to time due to how uncomfortable it was sleeping on a couch, but at least she got more than 2 hours of sleep if she was to compare to the nights she slept in her own room.

It's not she didn't notice it at all; she knew exactly how and why it happened. The habit of microsleeping that she developed during the course of this training. The slowed reaction time, the lack of energy, she can feel it. But, there was nothing she can do about it.

The only cure for this was to get some rest. A proper rest. And that can't happened, not without Bucky's cooperation.

When Y/N was marching towards the sargent who was sitting way across the gym; she could see how his eyes undress every piece of her clothing, how his tongue rolled out and his teeth sunk into his lips.

She wasn't even wearing anything remotely provocative but here he was lusting over the way her hips sway especially when he was the one she's walking towards.

The moment she stood in front of him, his mouth lifted into a smirk, "Yes, princess. How may I be of your service?" His voice was sultry and the way he towers over made her slightly nervous for no reason.

Her heart fluttered, yet her lips refused to form a smile, "Don't call me princess."

"I apologize, my queen." Bucky gave her a cheeky smile.

Y/N didn't want to drag this any longer than she should, so she quicky jump into it and said, "So you know how I’m like-"

"-absolutely embarrassingly in love with me? Yes, I'm familiar go on." Bucky cuts in. If panic ever rose in her chest, then she was doing an incredible job of hiding it, "Can you just shut up for a second and take me seriously?"

His eyes glint with flirtaous mischief when he replied, "Doll, you know the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

Y/N simply sighed before she began to rant, "I really don't have the mood for this banter with you, Barnes. I just want you tone down your nightly routine. It is because of you I've been having trouble sleeping and--"

He quickly stopped her before she nags even more than she already did, "Okay, okay I get it. We've been through this, doll." Bucky's face lit up when he suggested, "How about I help you sleep, hmm? I may know a thing or two about tiring someone out." There was surely something unholy in those steel blue eyes of his.

And Y/N picked it up rather quick, but considering the amount of times he had insinuate something more than just a friendly banter, then of course she knew exactly what he was suggesting, so she simply replied, "No offense, Barnes. But, I don't do one night stand or no strings attached thing. And with a manwhore like you? No, thank you." sassy was her answer.

Bucky's head tilted back as he laughed, then when he spoke his voice was like a devil luring an angel to sin, "Oh babydoll, if I were to be a whore, it'll only be for you." He stepped closer so that only she can hear his confession.

His masculine scent hits her nose, mixture of the citrus cologne and his natural odour was just perfect. Annoyingly alluring; but perfect. And it took all her will to hold it together and blatantly rejects him, "Still not interested."

Bucky groaned in protest, "Come on, princess. You can't keep dreaming for some prince charming to court you, do you? You know that's probably never going to happen right?"

Surely he meant only to tease her; that it was less likely that an actual prince to romance her. Not that she did not deserve the world; she does. And Bucky was more than will to burn it to the ground if that's what she wanted.

But, Y/N didn't see it that way. She thought that Bucky meant that she is not worthy enough for a decent man to court her with respect and chilvary; that she was just a toy fit for fucking and nothing more. And the fact that her "insomia" had affected her usually high patience and reduced it to almost paper thin, it was only fair for her to finally snap.

She can tolerate his endless flirtation but she can't simple turn a blind eye for his insult.

Bucky was caught by surprise why Y/N harshly grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back and nearly stumbled; her eyes was pure fire when she growled, "Don't you dare mock the way I value relationship, Barnes." Her nose flared with anger and the commotion has attracted some prying eyes towards the two.

"Just because you enjoy fucking anything that breathes, that doesn't mean that everyone else does." She seethed, "The only cock that will be wrecking my pussy would belong to someone I love and if you have a problem with that, you can fuck right off." She forcefully pushed him until his ass landed on the bench behind him.

Her feet stomped all throughout her exit out of the gym, leaving Bucky in a blinking confusion.

He knew it was wrong.

It felt good. It felt right.

But, it was so fucking wrong.

To keep moaning Y/N's name when he railed those strangers to heaven; when he came so hard into the thin layer of condom. And it was always a soft and slow type of whimper, right in those girls' ears. So intimate, so careful not to let his secret out; knowing how thin the walls between him and the love of his life.

But, he certainly didn't care about the girl he was fucking. If it wasn't for his heavy body pinning her from behind, she would've elbowed him right in the guts for moaning another woman's name. Unfortunately for him, she quickly ditched and see herself out after the first round.

Now, he laid there; naked and bare. Thinking of how he simply couldn't help it. How could he not think of Y/N all the times? Not when he was deeply, helplessly in love with her. But, he knew she wouldn't bat an eye at him now that he had the reputation of a "fuckboy", as the young ones describes it. She especially made it clear today at the gym. She's never going to give him a chance now.

Not when she's a hopeless romantic. And the fact that he too was once the same was just aggravating to him. He was such a gentleman decades ago; before Hydra, before the war, when he was but a young man living Brooklyn.

His Ma had really shaped him into the perfect gentleman; every parents in the neighbourhood wanted him as their son-in-law. They claimed he would make the perfect husband for their daughters. But, things are different now. And he knew that the man he was before was long forgotten.

It was just curiosity at first; about how sex works in the 21st century. However, Bucky quickly fall into the promises of lust and pleasure; changing girls like changing clothes. He let himself dosed in ecstasy, as if it was a drug to silenced the dark and haunting memories of his past, like it was a quick escape from reality, from the Winter Soldier.

Then, Y/N happened.

Bucky never saw it coming; but, he fell. Hard.

They were colleague for years and had been a good friend he can rely on besides Steve. She was so sweet and pretty. Probably the most gorgeous woman he ever laid his eyes on, in the hundred something year old life of his. Most importantly, she was kind and patient and strong and fierce yet so unforgivingly selfless. 

But that didn't matter now, does it? Especially when she despise him. And it was all because of the unholy title he held.

At first Bucky didn't notice it, but now that he stepped closer into the living room, he heard it again. The rustling fabric, the quiet whimper coming from the sofa. His steps were as careful as a wolf on a hunt, stalking a hiding prey in between the trees.

If Bucky were to guess what he would find on a late night trip to the kitchen, he would've probably said 'ice cream' and not 'Y/N sleeping in the living room'. His eyes briefly raked her sleeping figure, curling uncomfortably into the pastel purple blanket. Then at the scattered pillows on the floor around her.

Why was she sleeping in the living room?

Another whine passed her lips and his attention was locked on her frowning face; it seemed like she was having a bad dream. Bucky carefully crouch next to her, and ravel in her beauty. Such delicate features, long lashes, pretty freckles across her nose, and those soft looking lips; he would kill just to taste her them, to sink his teeth in between them.

It worried him though; to see her sleeping here. She was clearly uncomfortable, it was a mystery that she managed to even fall asleep in the first place. Bucky suspected she simply passed out due to today's training. It was particularly hard, even for him. Let alone a normal human being like Y/N.

Not to mention the fight that they had.

Then, it clicked. The complains about how she had trouble sleeping. It wasn't just to make fun of him or tease him in any way. It was a plead. She needed to be heard and he completely blew her off with jest and jokes.

"Was it because of... me?" Bucky thought to himself. It all made sense now, "Shit." A curse rang in his mind when he bit the insides of his cheek. He was mad at himself. How could he be so insensitive? And he claimed to love her? Please. What an absolute piece of shit he was.

When Y/N began to toss and turn, her blanket fell from her body. Even in her sleep, the cold managed to catch her. She instinctively curled towards herself, seeking warmth but was no avail.

She look so small and Bucky felt a surge of need to cuddle her close, keeping her safe, keeping her warm in his arms. But if he does that, he'd probably get kicked in the nuts. So instead, he picked up the fallen blanket lay it back across her whole body; carefully not to disturb her sleep.

Bucky smiled softly when she snuggled into the fabric and before he walked away, he swore to stop this corrupting habit of his and apologize for being such a douchebag to her. And if he's lucky, maybe he could even properly court her.

But for now, he just needed to go through tommorrow's mission. So does everyone one else in the team.

"Do you realized what you have done?" Not matter how hard he tried to hold it back, everyone in the Quinjet can see how Steve was seething.

Y/N's lost of sleep had took a toll on her more than she realized now that it had affected her performance in mission. She tried to ignore the way she was basically seeing Steve's feet multiply by the second, and continued to look down in shame, "I'm sorry, Captain."

"Don't apologize to me. Nat's the one who got shot because of you!" He yelled as he pointed at the red haired woman at the side of the plane.

No matter how much she wanted to blame Bucky on this; how he literally robbed her from fulfilling her human needs to rest at night, but she just couldn't. It was her fault that Natasha got hurt. If she was more alert, she would've seen the enemy standing right in front of her. If she was awake enough, then Natasha wouldn't get hurt.

Tears threatened to form when she looked over at her dear friend, bleeding at the side, "I'm so sorry, Nat. I really am. I didn't know what came to me and I--"

"Oh please, I'd take a bullet for you any day of the week, honey." Natasha swiftly cuts into her apology, in attempt to diffuse the heated situation.

But, Steve totally disagree with her, "Don't make this 'okay', Nat. You almost died because for her carelessness. Being inadequate shouldn't be okay for any agent to do. It is extremely reckless and downright stupid."

There was a sound of a distant gasp from the pilot pit, "Language!" Tony was clearly trying to lighten up the mood but it failed rather miserably when no one reacted.

Steve had every right to be mad, especially when his girlfriend was injured because of this, but oh does it hurt to hear his stabbing words. It hurts more when it comes from the Captain America himself.

God, she was extremely tired.

Physically, mentally and that's what happens when a person is lack of sleep. Then when she thought about all her hardwork and struggles to train amongst the superhero themselves, she couldn't help but to crack; and the tears that was building up in her eyes finally fell.

When Steve saw it, he lost it completely, "Oh, you're gonna cry now? WOW. Real mature, y/n. You can't disappoint me more can you?" At that point, he was being a little too mean for anyone's liking.

Especially Bucky.

So Bucky slowly pulled Y/N back, and shielded her body behind his as he went on face to face with his bestfriend, "That's enough, Steve." He warned but Steve doesn't seem to get the idea, "No, Buck. Do you see--"

Bucky took one step closer, his menacing glare went right through Steve's soul, "I said... that's enough." He repeated his words. This time the message went through.

Steve gulped and cleared his throat as he waved a dismissing hand, "I expect a full report and a letter of apology from you when we get back, y/n." He ended his sentence with his back turned and then walked away towards his girl.

When Bucky turned around to face Y/N, she was but a crying mess. Tears kept streaming down and her lips quivered in so much sadness. Now, that she was in the light, Bucky could see the darker shades on the bag of her eyes.

This was his fault. If he just stopped goofing around and listen to what she had to say yesterday, she wouldn't need to go through this, "Oh sweetheart..." though he meant to call her in his mind, it might just slipped through his lips.

Y/N glared up at him, "This was none of your concern, Barnes." She spat.

He shrugged, "Well, lucky for you, I don't care whose it is. What I know is I care about you. Now, let's get that wound patch up." Bucky simply said, and that was when she realized that her ribs were slashed open, bleeding and torn. Maybe it was not too deep, that was why she didn't notice it.

But it is an injury nonetheless, and it was a surprise to her that Bucky noticed it. "I don't want your help." She frowned yet continued to sniffle.

"Yeah, but you need it." He replied as he carefully tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ears.

Unable to think of any comebacks, she let her fatigue win over. Her lips shut tightly and her chest shuddered for breaths. And when Bucky took her hand in his and lead the way, her body instantly responded by gripping him tight.

Bucky's heart soared at the touch of her small hand in his, while fire was burning in hers.

She hates him. She hates how caring he can be. She hates how soft he was when handling her. And she hates how easy it was for him to make her fall for him even more.

Y/N's body quickly went on auto pilot; she let him undress the blood soaking top and patch her wounds. And Bucky let her cry her heart out on his shoulder all the way back home to New York.

That night when everyone had settled back to their own rooms, Y/N was prepping to sleep outside again. It was like a schedule for Bucky to always fuck whatever his frustrations out when they finished a mission.

And she doesn't want to hear any of it. Not tonight.

Thankfully, her wounds were mostly healed thanks to Dr. Cho and her ingenious of a machine, Cradle. That thing fixed the teared tissue right up with its regenerative  functions.

Now, Y/N just needs to endure the bruises but those are bearable. What she couldn't bear is the lack of energy and goodnight's sleep. She wished to just pass out for days and not wake up even if a prince came to kiss her to wake.

And she knew that sleeping in her room won't give her that.

Y/N piled her pillows and blanket on top of another before scanning the room one last time to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. Because she was not planning to step foot in her room until dawn comes, hoping the sounds from the other side of the room died down by then.

When she was walking pass Bucky's, she noticed how awfully quiet his room was, but she didn't think about it too much. She waited for the elevator to open its door only to reveal the man himself, "Barnes."

He eyed how Y/N's figure almost hidden behind the piles of pillow in her hold. He stepped out as he asked, "Where do you think you're going?" Bucky knew exactly where but he was not having any of that.

It was weird to her that she didn't see any sign or Bucky's hook-up in his arms, but she bet that there will be one after she's gone downstairs, "Away from you, that's for sure." She said, taking a step into the elevator but instantly stopped the moment Bucky blocked her path.

Bucky lips flatten against each other; he didn't say anything, he only frowned down at her then simply grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to her room.

Utterly confused, "What are you doing? Hey, let go of me." She twisted her wrist in his hold, while trying to balance the pillows from falling. A useless trial it was; because who could even escape that metal grip of his.

Bucky quickly respond, "No. You're not sleeping on that shitty sofa tonight." He stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned to her, "You're injured, y/n. You need on a proper rest on a proper bed." He coaxed.

How did he know that she had been sleeping on the coach? She thought before saying out loud, "I'm fine, Barnes. It's not even that deep of a wound, the Cradle fixed it clean. So, can you just... let go of my hand?" She sighed.

But Bucky refused to even spare her a glance, he silently tug her and stomp his way towards her room. There waa retaliation on her side, but his lack of response had lead Y/N to her defeat. She begrudgingly followed his long strides until she they stood by her bed.

He snatched each of the pillows and blankets off her hands, while Y/N simply blinked speechlessly as she watched Bucky started set up her bed like he had been doing it everyday.

Weirdly, at times like this, she found him extremely lovely. There was no corny and flirty comment about her, or his annoying habit of teasing every little thing she does.

There was just a comfortable silence and a kind gesture; the type that pulled the red strings of her heart just enough to make her want to dream of him.

Fucking hell, she can't believe that he managed to do that again! Making her fall for his antics. He really needs to stop doing that, it's simply rude.

Y/N broke from her love struck trance when she felt his cold metal laced around her hand again, he pulled her closer, "Now hop on, bunny. You need to rest." He lead her under the blanket and she grumbled curses under her breath, something about he need stop calling her weird nicknames like that.

When she was well tucked in and comfortable, Bucky sat at the edge of the bed by her side and spoke, "I'm sorry. For not trying to listen to you at the gym yesterday. I was a jerk."

His apology was so sincere that Y/N caught herself in a shock. Who is this man? What has he done to Bucky Barnes?

His eyes lingered to the wall behind her bed as if he was trying to find the right words to address it, "About the noises..." he trailed, "...it'll stop from now on."

Oh. Nevermind. She liked this Bucky. She wants to keep him forever, "Really? You mean it?" There weren't any effort put to hide her excitement when her voice nearly squeaked.

Bucky chuckled amusingly at her reaction, "Really, doll. But, you gotta promise not to sleep on the couch again."

Sparks of joy filled her chest when he confirmed his decision. Sure, it was such a small favour to do to anyone. But, she appreciate his efforts to make amends. "Hmm, I promise." She hummed happily, blinking slow as the comfort of her bed lured her into a drowsy state.

"Thanks, Bucky." Her mentioned his name.

Thank god for the super sensitive hearing ability, cause Bucky surely love the sound of her voice whispering his name so softly, "For apologizing or for tucking you to sleep?" He jest.

It only made her eyes rolled to the side and a smile spread across her face, "Both." she said. "And for what you did on the jet."

Bucky simply shrugged as if it was a normal thing to do. But, it wasn't. It was rare for him to challenge Steve like he did. And he did it for her, "Really, I owe you one." She said assuringly.

A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.

But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"

And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.

Would he? Take advantage of her?

How could he though? He loved her too much to even think of purposely hurting her. "No." Bucky replied as he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, "Sleep well, princess." He mumbled against her skin.

And he pulled back, he grinned a cheeky smile. There it was; the pink blush on her face, wide surprise of her eyes and her slightly parted lips. She looked so adorable. He swore couldn't get enough of it.

"Kiss me again..." she nearly growled, but her blushing on her face didn't indicate anger, "...and I will choke you in your sleep." Though it was an attempt to threaten but typical of Bucky to just love to turn things around, "Hmm, is that an invitation, princess?" He purred and stole another kiss; this time, on her cheek. "Then, I will be looking forward to it." He whispered as quickly as he removed himself from the scene.

When he found his own bed, he couldn't help but to laugh at the muffled scream coming from the opposite side of the thin walls, "James. Fucking. Barnes!!!"

End.

Alternate ending (smut edition): Deleted Scene >>

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A/N: I hope you drop some thoughts behind before going to the deleted scene. Which I know you will. See you on the other side 👀

[vormov]

part 2 ('the place in between breathing')

did you place yourself in that the prior wreckage? notice the spot in which contains your absence, where did you go? did you lie to us at the start? i know where you went.

am alive went above below it was again, never to know their mothers—"oh well" we couldn't have known what we were doing, agaze like the oceans bled out and we had held all the breathe the earth could hold, let it go, we'll go on.

agaze like all those things we held onto but meant nothing feel it as the sun collapses among us, and sets these feelings alight fry me alive that i'd think so highly of our simple place and time or that id defend it so keenly with my sanity, only for a place to be governed. let it be, we'll go on.

we'll go up and see it for ourselves, won't we? delicately dance up there warn these dire fates, like we really saw who we are. ill never know quite where to leave it

to fortune or measure to future or concavity to feature to bedrock with welcomed eyes that can see the beyond-the-sky i'll ease their path forward with a true example, a place where i feel at home.

i can't begin to speak where these margins were in a way that you'll understand, i'm afraid its above my head let it be known i was never against you or me, like the gods above deciding whether we were just accustomed to the pain. with an ease we can go again towards the sky and leave you alone. why ask you what you think?

nevertheless we'd go beyond this rock like we weren't quite tethered to the earth below nor the sky above, as the skies below aloften dreams die, they go down below to pillow those within asunder 'like moths to flames.' i'll glow as a beacon to all those who step in

welcome to this dream-domain and find myself a feat less than becoming self, id rather die. of love pieced together a place for me so long ago 'i'll never be wanting more' i'd tear apart up gazing at it's enormity, like i saw a spectre of The Lord having one above us. wed be doomed without such pleasures like we had drempt our way unto the lost highway and never knew where to fly away. we all know now. without a whim i'll collide with this our incoming star and whisper to all the other fates that we all weren't quite in alignment, let it be known the fallacy of man was displayed again, lessers to man to me i'd love to gaze above it all, let it go and see where the fuck we go in life. as illumination spectres meant to flow the life into inaugaration i'll be there to tether them as they go. so that they might know the new bounds upon them, and see these strings so visible in our sky they'll know our next thoughts so well that we'll say "good job" welcome to the end of what they give us to grasp onto i'd rather have died in the skirmish. the less we know the better, am i right?

like a pill for igorance is welcomed to us the enlightened? and When We Speak To God it doesn't go so well, it never does, as you see He and I don't get along where the wisps of the winds trended down to the scrapes of the icy down.

a love of self was left behind us to be rediscovered as a love behind everything like a simple bulb creating all the light. wasn't it wonderful, to be here and now.

i wrote a letter to the prior self and he said "alone i become and see it out alive where this sun accords us in time, let it flow beyond you an see the rays illuminate where you cannot. a gaze above isn't necessary as we let ourselves be here now, just be here now."

a song plays in the distance where i recognize but don't hear it quite so well, a feeling of welcomed disease definitely write this one down for later i'm sure we can find something cool there.

a distance split of the self and becoming as the sun erupts the earth each day and let it speak the birth and death of the day, proclaim it with each word with us as we sing i'll never know the song i hear, i'll place it with this encompassment forever never to see another context, as dry as the desert felt as a cough in the throat we'll have to imagine a world where we didn't have to split the self so far down in the middle,

let us understand where this tide sweeps us up into it's frenzy oh let us go… …

(11-24-23— "I'd love as much as you, as much as you, to understand these ways of life these ways of love, of joy but the space we made was blue, oh so blue." Slight edits, fucking sorry*)

[livums]

One Song for Every OC Pairing

Heyo! I was tagged in the One Song for Every OC game by @sarahlizziewrites (find her post here!).

Originally, I did the post for my OCs from The Marking Blood (find that post here!), but I've had sooo many songs for romantic pairings burning a hole in my head, so I thought I'd do that instead!

Please enjoy!

🌙🩸The Marking Blood🩸🌙

Sonea / Maja

If I'm out of line / Just show me the door / I promise you I / Won't come here no more / If you just tell me / What you think about me / I can collect all my things from the floor

More under the cut!

Sylah / Nieve

It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest / With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful / There is love that doesn't have a place to rest / But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders

Zova / Cas

Strange is the call of this strange man / I wanna fly down and feed at his hand / I want a nice, soft place to land / I wanna lie down forever

And the choice is yours if you're willing to choose / Seeing as you've got nothing to lose / And I could use a canary

Suddenly, nothing is as it was / Where are you now, Orpheus? / Wasn't it gonna be the two of us? / Weren't we birds of a feather?

Sonea / Nic / Cas

If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love

🔪🐝Sister Hollow / The Rival🐝🔪

Trinket / Seybryn

All of this is getting just a little too real / And I don't wanna fuck around / I don't wanna, I don't wanna / Punish me to yet another ordeal

I don't wanna talk about the way I feel / Right now I feel like I could never fuck with you again / But it's okay, you'll probably just forget

Trinket / Aviyah

But I didn't die a lover of sky / And now I know why / And it had nothing to do with that fuckin' guy

After one too many facts / I heard, "Who has made you cry like that?" / There stood Aphrodite, where I wept in the grass / With one glimpse, I was seduced / Her immortal face set my limbs loose / Two minds became one / She was second to none / Call me "nothing new" because she was the sun

🧚‍♀️🌟The Romance of the Demigods🌟🧚‍♀️

Kesh / Eve

I stole your fate / And now you're forced to love a man you hate / I know you don't feel the same / But I burn for you

You burn for me?

I burn.

and another one for them because i'm obsessed rn sorry

"What makes you pull the rose, the rose? / What makes you break the tree? / What makes you come to Carterhaugh / Without the leave of me?"

"But Carterhaugh is not your own / Roses there are many / I'll come and go all as I please / And not ask leave of any."

Anyone who feels like it please feel free to do it and say i tagged you lol. anyways i did this instead of writing . oops. also me dropping this without explaining who half these people are...... erm..... forgive me 🙏🏼

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🎧🎧🎧 for Val!

Peek into my muse's playlist!

I feel the need to preface this by saying that Val's playlist is one of my longest not-ship related ones, with 282 songs on it. Moth Man Has Main Character Syndrome.

[ Valentino ]

Mindless Self Indulgence - Issues

Oohh, 'd rather fuck ya than kiss ya (kiss ya) But I won't press the issue You know what I need is (I need, I need) And ya never gonna be it (be it) I shoulda hesitated When we was inebriated So unsophisticated (-cated) Too late to be debated

It's 3 a.m. - she won't put out Lets go make out with her friends Make out with her friends' friends It's 3 a.m. - she won't put out Lets go make out with her friends MAKE-OUT-WITH-HER-FRIENDS

(this part isn't super necessary but it's in the lyrics and so I wanted it lol)

*Ding*ding* *Smooch* *Champagne pop and bubbles*

BONNIE X CLYDE - Dirty Thoughts

Follow me to the middle of a crowd Put your hands on my chest feel my heartbeat (beat, beat, beat, beat) We can dance like no one is around

Feel the beat under me pull me dirty (Pull me dirty) Roses are red, violets are blue all my dirty thoughts lead me to you You're in my head just us two Roses are red, violets are blue all my dirty thoughts lead me to you You're in my head just us two

Say Anything - I Got Your Money

You give me your number, I call you up You act like your pussy don't interrupt I don't have no problem with you fucking me But I have a little problem with you not fucking me Baby you know I'll take care of you Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true Is it a good thing? No its bad bitch For good or worse, makes you switch So I walk on over with my Cristal Bitches, n-word put away your pistols Bemis won't be having it in this house Cause bitch I'll cripple your style Now that you heard my calm voice You couldn't get another n-word, hoochie won't get moist If you wanna look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money

Hollywood Undead - Salvation

(I can't seem to forget) the halo that I used to see (Hanging overhead) of people dying in their dreams (Reliving a regret) the angel that I'll never be (The vow you never kept)

Are you looking to sell your salvation? Only offering lies for the day that you die Do they know when you smile that you're faking? When they look in your eyes, do they see your disguise?

The Birthday Massacre - Two Hearts

Replacing every part of me It's in between the lines The promise is just a shade of gray Between the darkness and the light

Two hearts beating One beats the other While the other just looks away Two hearts dreaming nightmare together Leaving nothing more, nothing left to say

Avril Lavigne - I Don't Have To Try

Hey, you, follow me or take the lead Can't you see? Don't you question me You just do what I say

I don't care what you're sayin' I don't care what you're thinkin' I don't care about anything Get ready, motherfucker, 'cause I'm happening I don't care what you're sayin' I don't care what you're thinkin' I don't care about anything Get ready, motherfucker, 'cause I'm on the scene

I don't have to try To make you realize Anything I wanna do, anything I'm gonna do Anything I wanna do I do And I don't have to try

[irrelevaantidiot]

Get ready for a yap fest in 3.. 2.. 1..

OKAY so ur AU right. I fr love the concept and everything, so obviously, brainworms.

One of my fav bands (the crane wives) has recently relased a new album, so obviously, again, brainworms.

So. My brain has connected the two into a very specific thing that could only work if i draw it. But im fucking lazy.

So get ready for Moths Inconherent Description Of A Big Nonexistent Drawing With Some Of The Lyrics To "Predator" By TCW Because Why The Fuck Not ™️

"Whats the worst thing that could happen, whats the worst thing you can imagine" - not really literal to the lyrics, maybe just astrobiology hanging out together or smth?

"This world is a nasty place, Im afraid to get comfortable" - BH feeling out of place on uh.. earth? Where the fuck is the universe set in (personal headcanon but shhh)

"Unavoidable disaster" - The Tree incident

"Serial overreactor" - This could be Fanny imo. From BHs perspective she is overreacting about the team loosing and the whole pact thing

"My head is a nasty place, I'm afraid to get comfortable" - BH getting ✨️The nightmares✨️ after decapitating his boyfriend i mean boyfriend i mean best friend

"What were you thinking, shouldnt you know better" - BH blaming himself for the incindent and stuff

"You opened a door for an apex predator" Tree trauma monster nightmare demon thingy

I dont think the rest of the lyrics fit the au or astrobiology itself tbh but the brainworms have taken over. Anyway ramble over i am so sorry for this

Peace

OHOH OH OH SHIT YOURE RIGHT. I AM ADDING ONTO THIS INTERPRETATION. IF YOU DONT MIND

the whole "bh feels out of place on earth" thing like. makes complete sense to me actually. in my gijinka interpretation he was a space creature before the more "human" form I guess i can say. and he doesn't remember anything before the new form. it drives him mad tbh.

"Your heart is a nasty place—I'm afraid to say no to you" An exchange of sorts. Trauma monster Tree is like "I hate you you suck" and Black Hole just kind of. takes it. because, well, he blames himself for what happened. so he feels he HAS to take the deprecation or whatever his mind throws at him. the torment and guilt and anything else. hence "I'm afraid to say no to you" being blackholecore. listening to this song makes my brain switch the imaginary animatic in my head between waking moments and the horrific dreams "I am fighting for survival" I can imagine this being Black Hole being constntly and constantly haunted by the incident and the dream stuff, and he just keeps going and going. Idk how to explain it just works man :gay: "I keep forgetting that you won't learn so I keep getting hurt" I can imagine this being Tree himself telling Black Hole that, atleast in his dreams. (Trauma monster Tree is always switching between like "I hate you I hate you this is your fault" and "I forgive you. I love you." type shit.) I imagine Tree trauma monster saying those kind of things as a result of the shit he has gone through tpot 8-10. especially in black hole's nightmare?? it just makes sense to me. not sure how to explain.

get shoved into the brainrot playlist thank you for sharing this ramble with me. ALSO TYSM IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THIS AU AND THOUGHT THIS UP. new animatic idea.

[eternclsunshine]

💕🎶 for imani/nick, solo/kareena, lance/lucy or trinity/duygu (pls feel free not to do all of them, i just couldn't pick djsskj <33)

Send 💕🎶 + one of our ships and I'll share three songs related to that ship! | accepting

I'll meet you in the middle and do 2 songs per ship! :')

Everyone below the cut~

Imani & Nick

main thing - ariana grande.

You gon' keep me warm All I wanna do is spend my time with you Even when the learning's done and nothing's new Always pull up when I call you, call you Yeah, you never keep me waitin', waitin' Got me trippin', I adore you

best part - daniel caesar ft h.e.r.

You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts You're the sunshine on my life … If you love me, won't you say something? If you love me, won't you?

Kareena & Solo

fuck 'em only we know - banks.

So come on, let's pretend that no one else is watching while we play By your side, that's where I have to be now, we won't hide I breathe your kisses just to stay alive I see exactly what you're thinking, I can feel you with my eyes

august - dreamer boy.

Amazing how the time flies when you’re having fun Isn’t it amazing, how the time flies when you’re in love Only a year ago - Three sixty-five on the dot Only a year ago I fell in love with your smile Where do the days go? My best friend My August sun My everything

Lance & Lucy

the love you want - sleep token.

I'll find a different harbor to lay my anchor in and you'll find a different way to keep from setting sail again but I'm still full of the love you want still waking up, beneath it all and I'm still full of the love you want, I'll reach for you on faith alone seems your heart is locked up and I still get the combination wrong or are you simply waiting to save your love for someone I am not?

sunlight - hozier.

I had been lost to you, sunlight And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight ... Each day, you'd rise with me Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty

Trinity & Duygu

valentine - laufey.

I still feel a shock through every bone when I hear an "I love you" 'cause now I've got someone to lose ... And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine

xo - beyonce.

Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby, kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowin' And I'm crashin' into you

A bonus bc I love them:

Audrie & Luca › all night - beyonce.

True love never has to hide I'll trade your broken wings for mine I've seen your scars and kissed your crime ... They say true love's the greatest weapon To win the war caused by pain But every diamond has imperfections But my love's too pure

[fandom-puff]

Dangerous Animals- Arthur Shelby

Warnings: rough sex, swearing

gif creds to owner 

song creds to owner

Been fighting with my sheets And nearly crying in my sleep

Arthur stared at the ceiling, his hair falling into his face, sticking to his sweat-sodden forehead as he tossed and turned. You lay beside him, sleeping soundly, your chest rising and falling with each gently breath as you let out the occasional soft noise in your slumber.

Yes, I'm battling that well-taught gripe The most restraining type

Groaning, he pushed his hair out of his face, squeezing his eyes shut in a bleak attempt at forcing himself to sleep. But the remnants of your perfume wafted up to his nostrils as you turned onto your side, facing him as you wriggled closer to him, your sleeping form attracted like a moth to flame to the heat radiating from his body.

You should have racing stripes

If you weren't asleep, Arthur would've assumed you were practically torturing him on purpose, but he knew from your gentle snores that you were definitely asleep.

Letting out a shaking breath, Arthur cast his mind back to the vague dream that had gotten him so worked up in the first place...

The way you keep me in pursuit Sharpen the heel of your boot And you press it to my chest and you make me wheeze

In his dream, you had been dressed up to the nines in a daring combination of black leather and red lace, complicated straps twisting this way and that over your breasts, thighs, hips... your chest had been heaving, the globes of your breasts spilling out from the red lace trim of your outfit as you panted at the feeling of Arthur rubbing his cock against your clothed cunt...

Then to my knees you do promote me

Arthur had awoken to find himself rutting against the mattress like he had done as a randy teenager, and he almost sobbed at how close he was. Normally, he wouldn't have minded finishing there and then, but he hadn't had you in ages thanks to business, and he wanted the first release he had to be deep inside you.

I'm pinned down by the dark A-N-I-M-A-L

"Arthur... why're you still up?" you mumbled, lifting your head slightly from his chest. Gulping, Arthur looked down at you, eyes adjusting to the darkness and just about making out your sleepy eyes and messy hair.

"YN... love... bloody 'ell," he grunted, tugging you closer. "Need you, darlin'... if you'll have me, fuck..." he breathed, words all jumbled up.

"Oh, Arthur," you sighed, already feeling your lower belly clench in arousal. "Of course I'll have you," Groaning, Arthur tugged you on top of him and you gasped as you brushed against his straining erection. "Christ, Arthur, you're so hard..." you moaned, voice still a little raspy from sleep.

"I know," Arthur said, and together you managed to tug and shift your underwear, albeit clumsily in the darkness.

Makes my head pirouette More than I won't be willing to confess D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S

whimpering softly as you slid down onto his cock, sheathing yourself fully and clenching around his hardened length. Arthur hissed, eyes rolling and head tipped back as he felt your warmth, your wetness, your tightness wrap around him, squeezing him in the most delicious way. "Fuck... good girl, YN, ride my cock," he grunted, teeth gritting as your nails scraped down his chest as you tried to find something to grip onto. "That's it, hold onto my shoulders..." you whined, nodding as you began to roll your hips in a figure-of-eight, eyes screwed shot as you felt him stimulating your sensitive depths.

The light it fidgets through The thoughts'll soon revert to you About as bashful as a tribal dance The first and final chance And cause the audience Of frighteners and fiends Divided up into two teams When the acrobat fell off the beam She broke everyone's hearts

Once fully adjusted, you abandoned your gentle grinding motion, opting for a shallow bounce. Arthur licked his lips, watching as you tossed aside your nightshirt, baring your breasts to him. Illuminated by the moonlight, he could see every dip and curve, every ridge and edge and he grunted, reaching his large hands up to palm at your breasts, squeezing at your nipples, pushing your breasts together and kneading at the soft flesh, plucking louder and louder groans out of you as your hips began to stutter.

I'm pinned down by the dark A-N-I-M-A-L Makes my head pirouette More than i would be willing to confess D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S The most unsuitable pet It's been long enough now so let's Make a mess, lioness I'm pinned down by the dark I'm pinned down by the dark, oh D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-L D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-L

Arthur grunted, suddenly grasping you by the thighs. You squealed as he flipped you over so that he was on top, but you had little time to complain as he flung your legs up towards your chest and began pounding into you, hair falling into his face and eyes flashing with a delicious mixture of passion and desperation. He let your legs go and you suppressed a cry into your own hand as your other arm wrapped around his neck, your legs around his waist, allowing him to hit deeper and deeper. His name fell like a muddled chant from your lips, increasing in pitch and volume until Arthur closed his mouth over yours, enveloping your lips in a searing kiss. "You'll wake the whole of bloody Birmingham, love," he teased, though his voice was strained.

"Arthur, please," you whimpered against his mouth and he groaned at your plea, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Come for me, YN," he rasped, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy as he too neared his end. With a broken cry, you came hard, the spasming of your channel dragging Arthur over the edge too. You whimpered as you felt your inner wall get coated with his release. Gasping for air, Arthur pulled out and rolled off you, pulling you close to his chest as you shuddered. "Fuck..." he groaned. "You're too good to me, YN,"

You smiled softly, nuzzling into his chest. "Hmm... you too," you mumbled sleepily. "Now go to sleep, you. Round two in the morning- if you're lucky,"

Tags: @liliputbahn @lilymurphy03 @imareallygrumpyme @acciosiriusblack @shelundeadxxxx @peakyswritings @lazyotakujen @rogertaylorismycar @inkyblinders

[rywritten]

psst, heard your request are open >-< uh, i donʼt know if itʼs for a fanfic or a fanart but uhm, butterflies by abe parker? *crawls away*

hi mimi :D my requests are for fics and drabbles only, but if you wanna request for fanart, then i highly recommend checking out rin's (@draw-rin) pinned post!

and since there wasn't a specific ship given for this one, i went and chose dreamnap bc the lyrics of the song gave off a childhood friends to lovers type of vibe (hope you don't mind)

Am I the only one that's catchin' butterflies?

Am I a moth in your flame?

Do you burn the same when I

Look in your eyes?

Do you get butterflies?

There are times when it gets particularly bad. When Sapnap feels more than the usual love and adoration one would give towards their best friend, or when Dream does something that would remind him of just how perfect the other boy truly is.

It terrifies Sapnap to no end.

It makes him remember how his mother always told him not to step too close to the fire – he was too curious, too young to really understand the danger, you’ll burn.

Sapnap used to listen without questioning, no matter how much he wanted to feel the fire's warmth, or touch the beautiful glowing ember. His mom was always right. But it's now, when he’s a head taller than her, with shoulders that can fill up even his father’s suits and more, that Sapnap learns.

You burn even if you’re not too close to the flame. You can even burn inside-out.

Dream comes over in the afternoon. They study, play video games and watch movies like the old times, like a sense of normalcy has been returned to Sapnap in compensation for the pain of suddenly realizing he's been in love with his best friend for years.

Their fingers brush when the two of them reached for the remote control at the same time and Sapnap all but drops the device like he's touched an open flame. 

"You okay?" Dream asked, concern written all over his face like he isn't the cause of Sapnap's distress.

"Yeah." He answered far too quickly, praying the sound of his racing heartbeat can't be heard in their proximity.

"You can tell me what's on your mind, Sap." Dream pushed the issue further, going as far as to hold his hands and the contact is enough to ignite something inside Sapnap's lungs.

"Im your best friend." Dream adds, sincerity seeping into his voice, into his touch, and making Sapnap feel every bit like a small woodland creature caught in a forest fire.

That's the problem. Sapnap wants to tell him.

I don't want to just be your best friend.

"I'm fine." He forces the words out, doing his best to smile as genuinely as he could.

Dream doesn't believe him for a second.

"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" The question was asked so softly that if Sapnap wasn't so accustomed to the sound of Dream's voice, wasn't always so hung up with everything he says, maybe he wouldn't have heard it at all.

But he did, and the question was enough to break his heart for an entirely different reason.

"Because it would change everything."

"What are you talking about, Sap?"

"I'm in love with you." The words are out of his mouth before he could even register what he was saying and for a horrific second, everything stopped.

The world was at a standstill. Nothing moved, and the silence that followed such a confession weighed heavily between the two of them.

He fucked up.

He had been too careless and now he's ruined everything.

Sapnap sort of wants to cry or maybe set something on fire.

But before he could even begin to lament on his loss and the possibility of living a life without Dream in his life, his best friend was already reaching for him, soft pale hands guiding Sapnap's face towards his own to connect their lips together.

The kiss did more than ignite a warmth inside Sapnap's chest, it had set his entire body on fire. There are hundreds of suns exploding inside his lungs from a single brush of lips and Sapnap found himself unable to care.

He knows what it means to burn. He's experienced it firsthand and will continue to do so if it meant getting to have this with Dream for the rest of his life.

"Took you long enough, idiot." Dream whispered after the kiss, but his smile is beautiful and contagious, and there's a glint in his eyes that promised danger– of burning.

And while his mom had always told him to be careful of the open fire, Sapnap soon realized that he'd always been weak for it.

After all, Dream's the closet thing to a forest fire Sapnap's ever had the pleasure of meeting.

[whosaskingwrites]

The Sound Of Love (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: Um I don't like this one as much as the others but I did my best. It honestly took forever cause I didn't want to write it and I had no idea what song to use but I eventually decided so here we are.

WARNINGS: angst

Date: Saturday November 7th, 2020

Details: 5.3 pages 2,000 words

Theme: Musicalia- The victim will hear a song constantly playing in their head until it drives them insane. The person of affection will only hear the music when they are around the victim.

Angst Masterlist

Clair De Lune

A simple, beautiful piano melody that had been repeating in my head for weeks. There was never a reprieve from the beautifully haunting melody. My mind followed the sound like a moth to a flame and deteriorated the closer it got to the music.

No amount of holding my hands over my ears stopped it. It had become a part of me like the backround music in a video game or movie. However this wasn't a video game or a movie this was real. Every day was the same never a rest I couldn't even sleep some nights.

This was my last week at Karasuno before I was put in the hospital. My mind was too far gone to stay out I couldn't really hear anything anymore to distracted by the music and of course I hummed it on occasion. Everyone in my classes knew I had it...Musicalia but they didn't know who caused it.

Monday

I walked to class with a sigh Yamaguchi was following and as we walked I heard a gentle piano melody that got louder. I spotted a familiar H/c haired girl fast walking past me like she'd done since I pushed her away. Yamaguchi followed my eyesight and the music faded the further away she got "you should apologize you know. This week is her last at Karasuno," I blinked 'her last week?' I thought "Shut up Yamaguchi," I said keeping my emotions off my face "Sorry Tsukki," I continued watching the S/c skinned female rush off down the hall.

Tuesday

I was walking up to the roof ready to reject another girl. Why they felt the need to confess to me of all people id never understand. As I rounded the corner someone ran into me and with a short shriek they fell. I was about to say something when I noticed who it was...Y/n she looked paler than I remembered and eye bags were prevalent on her face. I heard the piano again it was louder than ever.

"Do you need to listen to music that loud?" I asked though it was harsher than intended. Her eyes widened and I held back a frown as I saw she was afraid. "S-sorry," she stood up quickly and ran off down the hall the music fading the further she got and I watched 'why was she afraid of me?' My eyes caught something on the floor which I turned to. Picking it up I realized it was a simple gold bracelet with a dinosaur charm on it.

"This is...," It was the bracelet id given her three years ago on her birthday. It was still in perfect condition looking like it did on the day I'd given it to her and it caused a small smile to pull at my lips as I pocketed the familiar bracelet.

Wednesday

Everytime I spotted the e/c eyed female in the hallway and approached her she would turn and run the music following her. Nobody ever seemed bothered by the piano it was almost like they didn't hear it and Y/n was never wearing headphones when it was playing. "Does she ever stop listening to that song?" I mumbled to myself as she ran away yet again.

"What song?" Yamaguchi asked next to me I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "What do you mean what song? That damn piano music she's always listening to it's annoying," I said and Yamaguchi’s eyes widened "Tsukki...She's not listening to any music...," He stated.

I blinked as I processed what that meant "No ive heard it-," Yamaguchi cut me off before I could continue he had a sad look in his eyes and as he spoke I realized why. "She's got Musicalia Tsukki...," He whispered as he looked at me. "She...She what?" I asked. "She's got Musicalia and if you can hear it that means...," my own eyes widened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh...,"

Thursday

Cornering someone who was avoiding you was much more difficult than you'd think. Everytime I ended up even in the same room as her she ran before I could even get near her. "Yamaguchi," I stated causing him to jump. "Yeah?" He nervously asked. "Can you convince Y/n to meet you on the roof?" I asked. He didn't ask any questions he just nodded mumbling a quiet yeah as the teacher walked in the room.

I stood on the roof looking out towards the gym. I heard footsteps come around the corner and stop before they slowly started backing away. "Can you stop running? I need to talk to you," I said. The footsteps stopped and I turned around. Y/n stood a few feet away nervously shuffling on her feet.

"When were you gonna tell me?" I asked and she sighed "Preferably never," She answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Never? This could kill you!" I took a step toward her while she took one back "So what?" She spit bitterly rasing her head up to glare. "So what? So everything!" I shouted.

"So everything? You dont even fucking like me! You made that pretty clear last year!" She yelled back. She was referencing an argument that I barely remembered and that she hadn't forgotten. "Do you even know what its like to have your heart crushed in seconds!?" She screamed. "You still should have told me you have Musicalia!" I glared back. 

She just gave me a bitter smile "I suppose my dear this was how it was meant to be," she stretched her arms out as she spoke and tears dripped down her face at a slow pace. "You dying isn't how it's supposed to be!" She only shook her head in response. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the bracelet. "Here...just take this back," I said holding it out. She walked forward and I heard that gentle and haunting music get louder.

She stopped closing my hand around the bracelet and leaning up to press a kiss against my cheek. "Keep it I won't have a use for it much longer," she mumbled before turning and walking off. "Y/n!" She stopped but didn't turn around and I continued speaking. "I love you," she sighed and turned her head. The sunset cast her in an ethereal glow and sparkled off the remaining tears on her face.

She gave a sad, watery smile in response. "No you don't Tsukki. If you did...You would have come back to me a lot sooner," she turned and left I knew she was right but god it hurt to hear her say that. My hand was still tightly closed around the bracelet the metal uncomfortably warm against my skin as she walked away from me.

Friday

She avoided me even more. I never saw her but I heard the music following around on occasion. After yesterday I had looked for the melody finally hearing it long enough to search for it. The results had told me the song was Clair De Lune I should have known. It was Y/n's favorite song though I doubted she liked it now.

I had tried to find her when I heard the music but even if I followed it I never found her. I was walking toward my locker keeping an ear out for that melody. As I opened the locker a f/c envelope fell out as I picked it up I noticed it was sealed with a gold wax stamp. Flipping it over my name was written on the front in flowing cursive. I put it away in my bag before heading to practice.

I flipped the envelope around in my hand staring at it before sighing. I pulled open the envelope and slipped the contents out. The first was a photo of me, Y/n, and Yamaguchi we were standing in the park in the photo. Y/n and Yamaguchi had their arms over eachothers shoulders while I stood in the background glaring towards the camera.

The other thing was a letter that I was hesitant to flip open. I knew the letter was from Y/n but I for the first time felt afraid on what she had to say. Sighing I opened the letter ready to read it.

Dear Kei,

It's been awhile hasn't it? Though That's what happens after fights. You give each other time to calm down and then you come back. Only this time...There is no coming back. You already know I have Musicalia and I'm sure you know I love you. It's weird to write that to someone you know doesn't love you.

Don't lie either. You don't love me the way I love you. You may think you do but if you had we would have been friends again by now. But you were perfectly content with not having me in your life so I know you'll be fine when I'm actually gone.

That's the issue isn't it? I'll be gone soon really, truly...gone. I'm not afraid knowing my death is approaching im...content and at peace with it. My death won't be glorious. I'm not going out with a bang. Or any final inspirational words. I'll go quietly in my sleep hopefully. Sleep however is hard when there's music constantly playing on loop in your head.

When I'm gone Kei...Will you visit me? Tell me about your day or the volleyball team! Yamaguchi told me about the team you should go easier on them. You should also learn from them you know? Anyways if you ever can't make it to me...Play Clair De Lune and I'll go to you! I'll listen to you talk at your place instead of you coming to mine!

I'm sure you know by now that this is my goodbye letter. Don't act so suprised of course I want to say goodbye to you. You're important to me you should know that. I've written this for awhile but I wanted it to be a good final goodbye since its immortalized forever in a letter. If you share this with anyone I'll kill you by the way. Even in death I still have a reputation. Anyway...

Goodbye Kei

I love you

—Y/n L/n

A month had passed since she said goodbye I moved forward even though it hurt to not see her around school. It almost felt like she moved but that imagine was ruined whenever I visited her grave. "Hey Tsukki I didn't know you liked dinosaurs!" I sighed in irritation my eyes flicking towards Kuroo who was pointing at my wrist.

"Wow that's cool!" Bokuto joined in and my eyes drifted to the golden bracelet around my wrist. "It's not mine," I stated drinking my water. "Whos is it?" Akaashi asked and I sighed again. "My friend Y/n’s...She's gone now and I'd rather not talk about it," I said standing up and heading back to the net. None of them said anything more about it and I was grateful for that.

Later that night I closed my eyes and played the song that I had grown very familiar with. It was quiet except for the soft melody playing through my headphones. While my eyes were closed I felt the familiar pressure on my body like someone was laying on my chest. If I listened through my headphones close enough I could almost hear her soft voice humming the song. 

I knew in my brain it was impossible but for now I let my heart believe that it was her. I talked quietly about anything and everything that came to mind. The team was sleeping so I knew I could talk freely most of them slept like they were in a coma. I sighed as I reached the end of my story before I spoke once more.

"I miss you Y/n,"

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