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yelenasdiary · 2 months

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Oh a shy Yelena who doesn't want to admit her feelings?

Drabble || I'm Listening

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader

Summary: Yelena's feelings for you grow bigger every day, but she isn't sure how to tell you how she feels.

Fluff, Tiny Angst

Warnings: This is not proof read or corrected | K

AC: Thank you for sending this!! I miss my shy little assassin! I hope you enjoy x

Each day got harder and harder for the blonde to act as if her growing feelings for you weren’t starting to get in the way of her day-to-day life. She couldn’t believe the hold you had on her, everything she ever knew, all her training never prepared her for you.

No power she had ever known had the strength your smile had, no diamond in the world sparkled brighter than your eyes and not even her favourite song could compare to the sound of your laugh. It has taken many months for Yelena to understand her feelings for you, but she was still too shy to act on them.

“You coming for a run, Belova?” You asked, snapping Yelena out of her day dreaming. She shook her head, “I have other things to do, sorry. Maybe another time” She replied before quickly making her way out of the room, her heart beating faster than before when you had walked in.

Her recent behaviour concerned you, she was distant towards you, skipping out on plans or giving you poor excuses to avoid hanging out with you one on one. You assumed that maybe she had just been going through something and believed she’d come to you if she was ready.

You weren’t the only one who picked up on the blondes recent behaviour, Natasha from a distance quickly saw the shift in her sister and was smart enough to put two and two together. Although Yelena had never gone to Nat about her feelings for other people, mainly when she had discovered something of interest to her and wanted to share it with her sister.

“How long are you doing to brush them off” Natasha asked, interrupting Yelena’s focus on sharpening her combat knife.

“What are you talking about?” Yelena looked up at the red head. Natasha smirked, “you know what I’m talking about sestra”

“No, I don’t” Yelena replied rather bluntly.

“Y/n. You’ve been brushing them off for weeks now” Natasha spoke, taking a seat across from YelenaMs work bench. Yelena’s eyes drop back to the weapon in her hands, trying to ignore the warm feeling her cheeks suddenly had. “I’ve been busy” the Russian mumbled.

“Yeah? How many times have you cleaned and sharpened those knives? Or how many new modifications have you been experimenting on your widow bites?” Natasha teased. Yelena’s secret was clearly known to her older sister.

Yelena sighed heavily, “what do you want Natasha?” She asked in an irritated tone.

“Hey, I’m wouldn’t be your caring sestra if I didn’t tease you about these things” Natasha playfully smirk. “Any reason you haven’t told them how you feel?” She asked.

“Ha! What makes you think somebody like them would want somebody like me? I’m damaged goods and they don’t need that” Yelena replied, showing more of her insecurities to Natasha than she realised.

“We’re all damaged goods around here if you think about it. You’re scared yeah? Worried of rejection?”

Yelena looked up at her sister once more, “I’ve never been in this situation before. I’ve never had feelings like this and I don’t want to look like a stupid fool telling them” she confessed.

“But what if you’re missing out on something good?" Natasha pointed out, "if there is anything I have learnt it's that we let too many good things slip through our fingers because we believe we don't deserve them. You deserve to be happy Yelena & if Y/n makes you happy, I think you should go for it and tell them how you feel" she added.

Yelena nodded lightly as she let Nat's words sink in, what if she was missing out on something amazing because she was too shy and nervous to tell you how she really felt? Her eyes dropped to the knife in her hands once more, "don't overthink it, okay?" Natasha said before leaving the room.

Later the day, Yelena seen you sitting under a big oak tree outside reading a book that Wanda had lent you. Natasha's advise circle around in her mind as she slowly walked up too you hoping not to startle you but you heard her coming, her footsteps crunching the leafs on the ground. You looked up and smiled softly at her, "hey there, wanna join me? The fresh air is refreshing" you spoke.

"Uh, sure" Yelena smile as she sat down beside you.

There was a moment of silence, the birds sung as the wind floated by. "So, what's been on your mind Belova? you haven't really been yourself recently" you spoke, looking over to her. She took a deep breath, "well, actually...there's something I need to talk to you about" she replied.

"Go ahead" you smiled softly to comfort her, "I'm listening" you added.

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#yelenasdiary asks #anon #fanfiction #marvel #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader

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rai-chuuuu · 2 months

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╰┈➤ nct (127) mini drabbles

acts of affection drabbles (0.8k words)

pairing ; every member x gn!reader

warnings ; fluff , silly stuff , literally everything else you could imagine in a post called "nct (127) mini drabbles; acts of affection" , the whole deal ykyk

I keep forgetting to write stuff so take this while you can.... I also can't promise that these are good and AREN'T cringe, so proceed with caution? maybe????

Taeyong - One thing about Tyong is that he enjoys shopping, whether it’s as a way of destressing or if it’s for you. Another thing about him is that he’s forgetful… Personally, I feel like he’d buy you a surprise gift but put it somewhere and then forget about it. Sometimes, it gets to the point where you find it weeks later and get apologetic because of it. I believe he'd write lyrics about you or your relationship and try to slip them into songs. Maybe he’d make a meal for you every now and then as well!

Taeil - One of Taeils hobbies includes listening to music, so I wholeheartedly believe he gives you song recommendations. To add to this, they’re songs that remind you of him. He would enjoy having movie nights with you, as that’s something else Taeil enjoys. Every time you have pictures together, they’re going into his wallet. I’m sure he would love spending personal time with you, and it’s really the little things that matter to him. He’s probably the most loving guy out there. I may be biased, but it’s true! Taeil for the win honestly!

Johnny - Taking pictures is something Johnny likes to do, so the chances of him taking pictures of you are common. I feel like if you were to ask to see them, he’d get all giggly and flustered. Johnny also dabbles in books, so he could also give you recommendations. This could be flip-flopped, so he’d read whatever you seem to talk to him about. Maybe you two would go on cafe dates, considering his liking for coffee! I think that’d be extremely cute (I want that so bad).

Yuta - Like Yuta once said, he would date this partner on a date to an amusement park. It’s a really fun experience, assuming you don’t have motion sickness and enjoy riding roller coasters. Or extremely expensive food... But that’s the fun of it all! As long as you’re spending time with Yuta, right? He also likes jewelry, specifically earrings. I feel like matching accessories would be cute, you know? I think matching in any sort of subtle way is always really nice. I’m kind of running out of words to say, but trust me, it’s a nice experience, I hope.

Doyoung - I am 87% sure Doyoung likes to sleep and enjoys beds more than the average person, so my first point is taking naps with you. In my opinion, this is absolutely amazing because not only do you get to sleep at night, but you can also take naps throughout the day with someone. Who wouldn’t want that? Something else about Doyoung is that he dabbles in scented candles. There’s not much else to say about that, but I’d like to add that maybe he’d cover a love song. I like to keep my imagination open.

Jaehyun - Cuddling! He has a habit of hugging the blanket while sleeping, so, knowing how conniving this guy could be, he’d probably hug you in bed but pretend he didn’t know. This doesn’t work because his ears turn red when he lies. A girl can always dream! Jaehyun also plays piano, so he’d probably show off his skills every once in a while. I feel like he's one of those “This one’s for you!” guys when it comes to basketball, but I’m saving that for someone else. (Totally take your guesses guys!)

Jungwoo - Watching soccer. He makes you watch while he plays soccer. It’s not the most romantic thing, but Jungwoo’s happy if you just pay attention to it. Plus, who am I to judge? I used to do the same thing. He’s one of the members with the biggest appetites, so assuming you can cook well, he’ll happily eat your food. You have to make enough for the both of you, but mainly Jungwoo. Food is food, man, so I totally get him.

Mark - When I think of Mark, he’d probably get matching outfits for you guys! The only bad thing about that is that it’s those cringey, “I’m his, I’m hers.” galaxy wolf hoodies. It’s up to you if you want to believe if it’s serious about it or not. His rebuttal would be something like, “But bro, don’t you think it’s cute?” word for word. It’s diabolical, really. On the bright side, his lyrics about you and the relationship are definitely something for the books. Honestly, he’s like modern-day Shakespeare.

Haechan -Out of everything he could ever do with you, skinship is probably the tamest out of literally any activity the both of you could resort to. Maybe there’s something better, but this is the first thing that comes to mind. It’s just self-care, but that’s always nice to do with someone else. On the other hand, I can really imagine harmless pranks coming out of Haechan. The only problem is that most of them aren’t as harmless as you’d like them to be. It’s not like anyone’s coming out of a hospital, but someone almost gets hurt.

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dramaticpandabear · 5 days

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I have never written fan fiction before, but I got so inspired by this song that I just had to write something. So, this is my first one and I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think! It’s Hancock x f!sole survivor.

God Only Knows

“You’re still messing with that thing?” said Hancock, watching with amusement as his vault-dwelling companion kept turning the dials on a beat-up radio. They were holed up in an abandoned, yet cozy, Red Rocket in front of Sanctuary Hills. The vault-dweller insisted on going to her “little hideaway” before Preston could bombard her with another settlement that needed helping.

And so, the two of them sat with a reprieve they seldom ever get, relishing it before they have to get going once more. The machine in her hands switched from a chorus of static to classical music to Travis’ stuttering and back to static once again.

“I swear it exists,” exclaimed his companion. “I heard it playing when I found an abandoned cabin not too far from Sanctuary. Apparently it’s called the “Old Gold” radio, and it plays music from before the war. Reminds me of when Nate and I--” She paused.

Opting to distract herself than deal with her grief, she directed her attention to the radio in front of her, turning the dials every which way hoping to find the elusive station. Every day she spent around Hancock it became easier to let those memories slip, but even she couldn’t bring herself to finish that sentence. Perhaps someday, but not today.

She could feel the ghoul’s eyes on her. The more they travel together, the better he gets at reading her every thought. Nevertheless, he decided not to push it as they fell into a comfortable silence.

Suddenly, the eclectic sound of an accordion mixed with a hypnotic beat starts blaring through the radio’s speakers. Hancock jolted for a moment -- he’s only ever heard Magnolia’s songs and the music Travis was able to salvage for his radio. But this, this was something else entirely.

“Finally! See, I told you it was real,” she exclaimed as he turned towards her. He saw her misty eyes, squinting nostalgically as though she could see the actual sound waves projecting from the radio in her hands. The sound of sweet, dulcet voices filled the air as they sang:

I may not always love you, but long as there stars above you…

Hancock took in a breath, and was about to ask, when she beat him to it. “It’s the Beach Boys,” she said in a daze, mesmerized as though she couldn’t believe she was hearing a song from before the world burned before her.

…You never need to doubt it, I’ll make you so sure about it…

“God, I haven’t heard this song in years!” he smirked but just before he could make a quip, she hit his shoulder playfully. Although he could read her thoughts pretty well, she easily did the same for him.

“Don’t you start with that crap. I may be 210 years old, but at least I don’t have any wrinkles, unlike some people,” she started as she shot a mischievous look his way.

“You’re right on that one Sunshine,” he replied with a raspy laugh on his lips. “I guess being frozen for all that time works wonders on the skin.”

“Oh absolutely, dermatologists hate me,” she quipped as he lightly chuckled despite not knowing what the fuck a dermatologist is. Turning back to listen to the music before her, she steeled herself with a deep sigh. “Last time I heard this was the night before Nate was deployed to Alaska. He asked me if I could dance with him.”

As she spoke, Hancock looked at her -- really looked at her. Somehow the sun shined just right as it hit her chestnut hair, casting a golden glow as she faced the radio. Although her eyes dulled with melancholy as she reminisced, he still caught the way her body swayed ever so slightly to the music, almost as if she were living inside that memory.

For a while now, they’ve been dancing around each other, both knowing they were beyond friendship at this point. Hancock knew she missed her husband dearly, but she expressed long ago that she’s ready to move on. And yet, neither of them has made the first move towards something more.

As the song entered into a (from what he considered) quirky instrumental section, Hancock figured that it was either now or never. He stood from the couch and approached her with his hand extended.

“I don’t come close to the man he was, but, if you don’t mind this ghoul before you,” and the way his black eyes gazed so tenderly into hers almost made her heart burst, rendering her speechless. “May I have this dance?”

Blinking up at him, all she could do was nod as she placed her hand in his. They began to lightly sway, coming closer as instruments were joined by carefree voices. As the music swelled, Hancock twirled her around as more words surrounded them.

…God only knows what I’d be without you. If you should ever leave me…

He spun her around so that her back was pressed against his as they continued to sway. He listened closely to these words as he looked down at her pensively. Her eyes were closed, basked in that gorgeous glow of sunlight. She looked like pure sunshine -- his sunshine.

…The world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me…

This enchanting song was echoing the words he held deep in his heart. Words he wished he could say to her, but never felt he could. After all, who would want to spend their lives loving a ghoul such as him?

And yet, here she was -- his sunshine nestled warmly in his arms. Dancing in this abandoned Red Rocket as though it were a slice of Heaven on Earth and that the Commonwealth’s troubles didn’t exist. Hancock never thought he deserved such bliss, and as he spun her to face him, her soft voice nearly swept him off his feet as he heard her singing along with the music:

…God only knows what I’d be without you…

Hancock basked in the sight before him. Her lidded eyes were peering right into his, and he could feel her light breath as she whispered those words. Now, he’s never sang in his life, but something about this moment gave him the confidence he needed to sing these lyrics that echoed the words in his heart. As the song slowed, he gave the main melody a try with a raspy voice that was slightly off-key. But every word echoed his sincere feelings for her, pure and utter devotion poured out for her. And it was music to her ears.

…God only knows what I’d be without you.”

The chorus of voices repeated these words, blurring together as the music surrounded them in a haze. Hancock slowly inched his face closer to hers until they finally met in the middle. Never did he taste such a kiss so sweet that it made Sugar Bombs sour by comparison.

As they embraced the music continued to swell around them as if it was the sound of their own hearts singing to each other. Hancock wasn’t even sure if he deserved her, but in his mind he was silently thanking these so-called “Beach Boys” for giving him the chance to finally have her in his arms. Their kiss grew deeper as he felt an ecstasy that no chem could come close to achieving.

Even as the song made its eventual end, the pair made no effort to stop as the radio played another melody. Who knew they could ever reach perfection in the middle of a wasteland?

#fallout 4 #fallout #hancock fo4 #hancock x sole survivor #hancock x reader #fo4 #fo4 fanfic #fallout fanfic

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theold-ultraviolence · 2 years

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Fear of the Dark (2/7)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: A year after Hawkin’s great ‘earthquake’ Eddie drives to the other side of the country in the hopes of dealing with his trauma in sunny California, where he finds himself infatuated with the lead singer of HEX. Upon getting to know her, he soon realizes that not all monsters live in an upside-down dimension, but not all of them are out to get him… inspired by The Lost Boys!//CW: female!reader / vampire!reader, eventual smut, slow-ish burn, angst with a happy ending. ST4 Spoilers - takes place a year after Vol 2 (no major character death).

Chapter warning: descriptions of Eddie experiencing a panic attack, dealing with trauma. Lots of hurt and comfort in this one.

Masterlist / chapter 3

CHAPTER 2. By The Light of the Moon

The White Rabbit appears like a small, unassuming club, but it expands once you get inside the venue, as if it were honoring the tale its name is based on. The lobby and bar area is lined with blood-red walls and lit up with vintage chandeliers. A passage just beside the merch booths leads to the concert floor which holds up a bigger crowd than the one at the pier. This is where Eddie has been spending most of his evenings.

August was just at its tail end, and Eddie had gone to every one of HEX’s scheduled gigs at The White Rabbit for that month, along with the odd times that they played somewhere else, like the pier or downtown. After every show he made sure he got the girl’s consent to hang out with them backstage or over at the merch booth out in the lobby.

By now he had won their hearts by being their most excitable fan, buying their merch, like a couple of t-shirts and a copy of their demo – which Eddie played constantly as he spent his days wasting his summer by solely devoting his gaze to the ocean, within the safe, albeit scorching haven of his van, tanning his feet and legs where they sprawled on the dashboard.

When the girls asked what his favorite song of theirs was, he didn’t have to think twice, before replying that it was Kiss of Death with his face all luminous, explaining in detail everything he liked about the arrangements and the lyrics.

The girls were enamored by Eddie’s genuine interest in their music, as he constantly asked them about their writing process, their origins, if they’d ever toured outside of their hometown and if they had any crazy fan encounters, although he didn’t have to be told about the latter. He’d witnessed firsthand the kind of leers and lewd remarks that some men would direct at them at shows, so Eddie was more than glad to step in and shoo them away. Not that HEX needed the help, though some guys just didn’t back away unless another man was present and the girls were infinitely grateful to have made an unexpected friend out of him that could protect them in those situations.

Still, despite the closeness that had bloomed with HEX, he still hadn’t gotten through you.

You’d always hang back, make yourself scarce as soon as you saw him walking up to you backstage.

You do watch him though, from your spot on the stage, from a nook around the venue, out of the corner of your eye when he’s talking to your bandmates. You listen intently to everything he says, memorize the deep timbre of his voice, how he snorts when he laughs or the change in pitch when he intones something to make the girls laugh.

You see how his soulful brown eyes linger on your form, hopeful and yearning. And while he intrigued you immensely and you secretly longed to bask in his undivided attention without restraint, you couldn’t let him in.

“Come on, give the guy a break!” Lara had whined while shaking your shoulders playfully.

“Yeah! He's actually a really nice man, you should hear him play! He put me to shame with my OWN guitar, can you believe it?” Tawny had fawned. “If you don’t snatch him up, I will.”

“No way Tawny, Eddie only has eyes for you know who. Seriously though, If you’d only see the way he looks at you.” Daphne intervened.

You’ve heard it all from your bandmates a thousand times and while they meant well, you’d promise yourself you wouldn’t let anyone in after last year’s incident.

Life had changed forever as you’d known it. It’d been ripped from you.

So you bowed to make a stone pillar out of your heart; an unbreakable fort so you’d never have to put your trust in no man ever again and get hurt in the process.

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Saturday finds him riding the waves of the familiar crowd that comes to watch HEX. He’s drenched inside his denim jacket, jumping amongst the people so vigorously that he had to wrap his bandana around his hair so that those all around him wouldn’t pull at the strands and leave him bald.

These are the times when he feels alive – it’s the definite highlight of the time he’s spent in Santa Monica so far.

After the encore, you’ve come back on stage with a Black Sabbath medley that has the masses in a total uproar; you’d started off with the upbeat tempo of Paranoid, with white lights flashing to the rhythm of the chords and you howling out the main chorus so sweetly – ‘can you help me occupy my brain!?’

Then darkness bathes the venue and a single beam of crimson light shines on you as you play the first note of the Iron Man riff.

That distorted E string suddenly makes him freeze as it echoes along the vast space, as if that note carries with it a bucket of ice cold water thrown right at him.

The ominous sound rings again and he feels spider legs crawling all over the nape of his neck, urging him to turn around; it sounds just like how Max had described the chimes of the grandfather clock that was a harbinger for Vecna’s approach.

…Has he lost his mind?

Can he see or is he blind?

Can he walk at all?

Or if he moves, will he fall?...

His eyes desperately look all over the room for a sign of danger, but nothing is there.

He’s not in Hawkins anymore, he’d been saved, it’s been a year, there’s no way that this thing followed him out here – is the mantra that repeats in his head but it’s no use as he starts heaving, feeling like the walls are closing in on him, like your voice has turned into a loathsome croak as you sing, like the density of the room is too much to bear and he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe.

…Is he alive or dead?

Has he thoughts within his head?

We'll just pass him there

Why should we even care?...

As he lighting choice for this song is all scarlet shades it feels as if he’s been thrown back to the Upside-Down, and he doesn’t know if the fluorescent red eyes he sees hidden among the multitude are real or a mere figment of his paranoid brain – so he shuts his eyes, madly rubs at his temples and hurries out of the pit in that instant.

Despite the darkness you see it all from the stage – your enhanced vision enables you to zoom in on him desperately struggling to get out of the room and failing, making you miss the rest of the chords of the riff before you stop altogether.

“Wait a second, hold up!” You direct through your microphone, “Hold up! Stop the music, turn on the lights, please!”

As soon as the light comes back to the room you shoot Tawny a pleading look before leaving your guitar on the ground and running down to the floor on impulse, pushing your way through the indignant crowd to reach Eddie.

“Hey,” you murmur, tentatively putting a hand around his shoulder, “It’s me, it’s me…”

He visibly relaxes his shoulders at the sound of your voice, but just slightly.

“Are you alright?”

When he shakes his head no, you don’t think twice about the complaints that the people are shouting, you’ve only one goal in mind and that was to pull Eddie out of the venue and into a safe spot, with your arms secured around his back, whispering sweet nothings until you’re both out of the tumult and in the fresh open air outside of the club.

Eddie’s choking up on his own breath until you soothe your arm across his back, rub the sweaty dip between his shoulder blades from under his jacket and over his t-shirt.

“You’re alright, Eddie, you’re safe,” you repeat over and over in hushed tones right on his ear.

With one intake of breath the tension visibly leaves him in sync with a slow exhale, prompting you to grab his hand in yours to help ground him, lest his mind fly away along the coastline.

When Eddie gives your hand a gentle squeeze, you pull back to look at him – struck by lightning by those big, baby cow eyes of his that held the universe within. He had this grandeur about him, an air that made him seem larger than life, but right now, underneath the moonlight and within kissing distance, he looks like a lost boy.

He breaks his gaze, shaking his head self-deprecatingly, huffing, “I’m sorry, this doesn’t happen very often.”

“Nonsense,” you wrap both of your hands around his, “you don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Wait, the gig! Did you finish the set? What are you doing here, go back out there!”

“Don’t worry about that, Eddie.” More tension dissipates from his shoulders at the sensation of you soothing circles on his thumbs and wrist, though his heart still feels like it’s racing when you’re looking at him with utmost tenderness, like he’s never seen directed at him before.

Before the silence could go a minute longer, you pose, “Hey, how about that lunch?”

“At midnight?” He looks up at the moon as if making sure that the old lady was in place, annoyed that it meant it was too late in the night for the kind of date he’d been wishing to have with you.

“Okay then, dinner it is,” you chuckle, “I know a place that’s open 24/7.”

He just stares at you for a moment, a timid smirk slowly tugging at the corner of his lips, with two hidden dimples you hadn’t noticed before making their entrance high up near the apples of his cheeks.

“What?” you giggle, feeling all flushed. There’s just some kind of magical way about how Eddie holds your gaze.

“This is the most we’ve talked in almost a month.” He scrunches his nose playfully.

“Well…about time we catch up, huh?”

“Lead the way.”

He offers his arm to you so that you could walk in a linked embrace all the way along the darkened streets, with your path only being made visible by the buttery streetlights and the moon high above the sky. The way to the diner was a mere few blocks away from The White Rabbit, right at the bottom of the concrete hill that overlooked the ocean.

“You okay?” Eddie asks as you hesitate in front of the door, to which you nervously reply, “Yeah! Just – uhh, wait until the waitress lets us in.”

He purses his lips confused, but you’re grateful he doesn’t press for an explanation.

How could you even begin to explain that this affliction of yours forbids you from entering any place uninvited…

Soon enough, a tired looking waitress opens up the door and lets you two into the lonely diner, where you settle on a cozy booth with worn leather seats.

The more you’re around him, the more his boyish nature comes to the surface. Your heart feels all mushy with how content he looks, with his tongue poking out from his smiling lips and rosy cheeks as he eyes the menu and tells the waitress he would like “the burger special with extra fries and an ice-cold coke, please.”

“And for you?” the waitress turns to you.

“Ohh I’m okay! I’m not hungry.”

Eddie’s eyeballs nearly pop out of his skull in surprise. “What!? Please, order something! Don’t worry about it, it’s on me – as a way of thanks. Besides I’d already asked if you wanted lunch with me, so. It’ll be my treat.”

“Alright, then,” you sigh. “I’ll have the uh –” How do you tell someone you’re just getting to know, that you really couldn’t eat anything? At least nothing solid. Liquids in general were fine – but liquids of the riboflavin-flavored, non-carbonated variety were ideal.

“ – Do you still have the soup of the day?”

“Enough to fill up one bowl.”

“Great. Thanks. And water, please.”

The waitress drags her tired feet back to the kitchen, leaving you two under the warm light bulbs that buzz overhead.

“Just a soup? You sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t have the biggest appetite after a gig.”

He gives you an unconvinced side glance but doesn’t want to push you. “What a gig!”

“You liked it?”

“Did I like it? I’ve loved every show I’ve been to. It's different from anything I’ve seen before. So how did you guys get together?”

He’s obviously heard the story from the others, but still your heart flutters from how he wants to hear it from your own lips. Which leads to the most wonderful meal you’ve shared with anyone in a while, exchanging stories and letting the time pass you by amidst the rows of empty booths.

You tell him all about how you’d moved to California to study music but ended up on the road with HEX after you’d met them in San Francisco – “San Francisco, huh!? Hailing from the same land as Metallica!” he cheers; you tell him how you’d basically toured all over California by now, but hadn’t gotten the opportunity to play across the country. In turn he tells you all about life in Hawkins, his passion for DnD and music, as well as his shows at The Hideout with his band, Corroded Coffin, every tuesday. “Nah but those gigs don’t compare to what you guys put out!” He'd been so modest, but you could see him beaming when you mentioned that now he was pretty much obliged to play for you sometime, especially after boasting that he had learned the solo of Master of Puppets the very same week that the album had dropped.

“Oh yeah, as soon as that album was out, I spent all my free time in my room getting the riff right. Must’ve driven my uncle Wayne insane! And that’s not the craziest bit of all…”

You had noticed his eyes going adrift for a moment which made you believe there was something to that line of thought that had to do with the panic attack he had had before, so you immediately intervened, “Well, well, well, I’m gonna have to hear it for myself then. Who knows, HEX might just need a guest to feature on a song with a guitar solo.” You smiled at him, putting your palm atop his on the dining room table to prevent him from clenching his knuckles.

“It’ll be an honor to play for you.” He’d said, bowing with his other hand on his chest and mischievous eyes.

You continue chatting until Eddie’s belly is full and his laughter – the way his eyes shine with pure mirth – makes you forget why you wanted to avoid him in the first place. It’s that easy. It’s just something in the way of his goofy grin and enormous eyes.

True to his word, Eddie handled the bill and after you’d left the diner, you walked hand in hand all the way down to dark planes of the deserted beach at night, where you tread along the sand until you found a spot to sit and gaze at the ocean to keep talking.

Despite the summer warmth of the night, the rising tides throw all their icy breeze at you with no remorse. It creeps into your bones, making you try to hide your shivering, but Eddie notices regardless and doesn’t think when he sheds his denim jacket to put it around you.

His bare limbs go rigid at the realization that his scars are on full display to you, and the longer he remains frozen, the more you have time to see them.

Flustered, he crosses his arms in front of his chest in his poor attempt to cover himself. “I uhh – these are from, uhh–”

“You don’t have to tell me about them,” you murmur with as much kindness as you could muster, itching to put your hands on him to settle him down but afraid that he would recoil at the touch.

“It’s okay, it’s just…” He sighs and shakes his head, going mute for a long while before hoarsely whispering, “What I’ve been through…you wouldn’t believe me.”

He finally looks at you – big eyes pleading and filled to the brim with anguish. Hesitantly, you reach out a hand, never breaking his gaze so that he could tell you if you were crossing a line – and delicately rest your palm on his bicep, inching your face closer to his, nearly bumping your noses together.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you humm, “But I've seen some things – experienced things that are hard to believe. Things right out of a horror movie that have left me scarred in many ways. So please, if you feel the need, don’t be afraid to confide in me. I’ll believe you.”

He takes one big chunk of air and slowly releases it, lips twisting into a pout as he finally nods, closing his eyes as he begins, “Okay, then.”

He interlocks your arm in his, like you’re his anchor on this strand.

“It all started with this girl, Chrissy Cunningham. She came to me to buy drugs one day last year, right before spring break…after that, I was blamed for her murder…”

The night grows old as he recounts his tale, with no minor detail left unsaid as the background noise of the waves grew more violent, as if in response to the horrors that Eddie confessed to you.

If you hadn’t experienced something similar last year, you wouldn’t have believed him.

Yes you liked to indulge in scary stories when all the lights went out and enjoyed whatever sci-fi flick was the newest summer blockbuster, but you never thought that those creatures lurked in real life too. In Eddie’s case, it was a demon named Vecna…in your case it was a vampire.

But your own story was better left for another time. Tonight, all you could think of is Eddie.

You can’t help it. You tighten your embrace and rest your head on his shoulder for a moment, before giving him a timid peck on the cheek that lingers – with your lips merely resting on the faint stubble on his skin.

He leans closer to you by turning his head and resting his forehead on yours with eyes closed.

When he opens his eyes, those luminous orbs project endless gratitude and fondness for you, rendering you speechless. Your cold heart – in all senses of the word – contracts, as if wanting all life to return to you to be able to let Eddie in.

“Where have you been staying since you got here?” Your murmur sounds so quiet in contrast to the sound of the nightly breeze in clash with the waves.

“My van basically.” He smirks, and your chest feels lighter when you hear that his jovial tone is returning to him, not to mention how good the sensation of his breath fanning your lips feels.

“I have room in my home, if you want to stay with me.”

“You sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“It’s okay, Eddie. It will be a pleasure to have you.”

Eddie flashes you with a smile before taking the opportunity and planting a deep kiss on your forehead, murmuring his thanks against your temple.

Wrapped up in your own world, you don’t notice the winged silhouette in flight that traverses across the moon.

chapter 3

Taglist: @nihilnat @sweet--em @starsandroots @squirrelgirl23 @totallynotkaibiased @mopeymopeymouse

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #female reader #reader insert #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn #stranger things #my writing #slow burn #angst with a happy ending

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alexia-redacted · 2 years

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Shut Up and Dance

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: [18+] smut, bottom!Reader, top!Natasha, semi-public sex, hints of a praise kink

Summary: a night out brings you and Natasha closer than you ever imagined

Words: 2.4k

A/N: based on the song Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon because @cookiesimpt had a thought and believed in me to write it 🥺 thanks @family-house-of-m for editing as well. you're the best hype man, too! Minors DNI!

You find yourself in a nightclub. You don’t really remember the fake pretence Tony had used to drag the lot of you on his night out. To be honest, you weren’t listening to him when he had proposed the idea in a too-long monologue; already planning on saying ‘no.’

It’s the sight of Natasha Romanoff in a black backless dress that made you change your mind. Way too fast…

You don’t regret your change of heart.

Watching the redhead lose herself to the rhythm of the song, body moving along with the heavy beat of the bass, is intoxicating even from afar.

From your spot at the VIP table, you can tell her hair is starting to stick to the back of her neck and you yearn to press your lips against the column of her throat at least once. You don’t think you could stop if she gave you that one chance, though. You can already guess you’d want more of her taste.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of your misplaced thoughts. Nat and you have been good friends since you joined the Avengers nearly two years ago. You have to remind yourself that if something had to happen, it would have already.

You sip on your cocktail, watching around the dance floor hoping to find someone else who could catch your eye. It’s futile, you know it is, but it’s better than to fantasise about green eyes and red hair again.

You’re meticulous in your search, eyes scanning everywhere because there is no way you can find someone else unless you really focus. And focus you do, so much so that you miss Natasha walking your way. You only realise her presence when she sits next to you.

She slings both of her legs across yours as she sits sideways to face you. You drop your hands on top of her knees for lack of a better place to put them. You don’t dare move a finger, though. Nat’s green eyes hold a playful glint you rarely see and in this fading light, she looks absolutely gorgeous.

You have to refrain from uttering exactly those words but by the slight smirk that forms on her lips, maybe she knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“What’s up?” you manage to get out instead but you’re not really convincing and Nat’s grin widens.

“Well…” she draws out and you’re powerless as you watch her, waiting patiently for anything she will give you. “You stopped watching me dance.”

Your mouth opens like a fish out of water. You didn’t realise she was aware of your staring but then again, this was Natasha Romanoff. You always admired how good of a spy she is. Nothing should ever surprise you with her. But it doesn’t make finding an answer to this any easier.

She laughs at your dumbstruck expression and with a gentle index, pushes your mouth closed. “Sorry,” you mumble.

She shakes her head with a chuckle as you watch her short curls bounce against the top of her shoulders. “Just come dance with me.”

That puts an end to your staring at Nat’s sweaty skin, taking your attention away from the details that render her so pretty and hot. You look at her face to see she is dead serious. You drop your forehead against her shoulder with a groan. “You know I don’t dance.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” you ask, picking your head up to look at her.

She stares at you with a small frown. “Don’t find excuses.” She slowly brings her feet back to the floor to get up. She takes the time to smooth her dress down. You watch with rapt attention as the muscles of her back flex with each movement.

“I’m really not a good dancer, Nat.”

“Shut up and dance with me, Y/N.”

Before you have the time to formulate a response, she takes your arm and, with a gentler tug than you expected, leads you down to the dance floor.

You follow Natasha right down to the middle of the crowded space and when she turns around to look at you, you see her absolutely crack up. You wish you could hear her laugh, even if she seems to be laughing at you, but the music is too loud.

She softens when she sees you’re not laughing with her, you’re not vexed because of her and she can tell as much. She leans in so close that you’re sure she feels the shudder that creeps down your spine when her lips brush your ear.

“Relax, honey, this is supposed to be fun.”

You close your eyes at the pet name. She doesn’t have to ask you twice before you grab her hips to bring her closer to you. Your brain empties as you follow the sway of her body and you lose yourself in the thumping bass but most importantly, you lose yourself in Natasha.

When the song bleeds into another one, you falter, unsure of what exactly your friend had in mind when she invited you to dance. ‘Your friend,’ the thought leaves a bitter taste on your tongue making you want to disappear. You glance behind you towards your table to see the rest of the Avengers engrossed in drunk conversations.

Two confident hands bring you back to your reality and you marvel at the warmth of Nat’s touch. It should be uncomfortable, after all you’re sweating in a crowd full of drunk people but you can’t bring yourself to be bothered.

Not by her.

She clicks her tongue in discontent, “you couldn’t stop staring and now that you have me, you’re looking back.”

Your heart gives out and you thank god for the noise around you because you think you would’ve heard it hit the floor. You hope it won’t get trampled on the way to Nat’s answer to your next question: “Do I have you?” You struggle to get the words out, speaking directly in her ear but not daring keeping your eyes open.

You feel her response before you hear it as she pushes herself flush against you. Her nod is pressed against your shoulder but her ‘yes’ is lost behind the rush of blood you can hear in your ears. You lean back just enough to see her face.

You don’t know who leaned in first because all your brain registers is how soft Natasha’s lips are on your own.

The press of her body against yours is heavenly and you don’t think it can get any better than this. That is until her tongue runs along your bottom lip. Your tongues meet and passion envelops the air around you. You feel like you’re running out of breath for a whole other reason than kissing the redhead so, much sooner than you would’ve liked, you move back slightly to lean your forehead against hers.

You can feel her panting breaths on your face and you revel in the fact that she seems just as affected as you are. You smile at that before bringing your mouth back on hers but this time you feel emboldened knowing she wants this as much as you do.

Her hair is silky soft between your fingers. When you close your fist in it and give it a little tug, you’re rewarded with a breathy moan that sends tingles down your spine. You trail your lips across her jaw and down her neck in the hopes of pulling more little noises out of Nat.

But you’re the one to moan against her skin when two strong hands settle on your ass and give it a squeeze. That coupled with the intoxicating taste that is uniquely Natasha - you knew you’d be hooked from the start but you never imagined it’d feel this good - makes arousal pool in your panties.

“Y/N.” You never knew your name could sound so decadent. At once, the spy steps back breaking almost all contact with you save for her hand on your forearm but when she sees your confused expression teetering on panic, she groans and grabs your cheeks in one hand making your lips pucker. When she is close enough to your face for you to hear, she mumbles, “I’ve waited long enough, love.” With one last lick of your lips, Natasha spins on her heels and you find yourself once again being dragged through the dance floor.

Your back hits the stall door with more force than expected but you swallow Nat’s apology earnestly, kissing her in a clash of tongue and teeth.

The backless dress is perfect as your nails find her soft skin. You moan loudly when she sucks lightly on your neck. “Fuck, Nat.”

She moves her kisses across your collarbones while your fingers find the straps of her dress and pull them down her arms, freeing her boobs. The sight of her hard nipples makes you wetter than you could’ve ever imagined. Before you can reach out, she grabs your wrists in one hand and brings them over your head while her other hand works on the buttons of your dress shirt. “Tsk, be a good girl, sweetheart,” she says when you test the grip she has on your hands. Her husky voice and the fact she saw right through your praise kink make your heart thud that much faster, a whimper leaving your mouth.

She doesn’t bother taking your shirt all the way off, instead she leaves it open and decides to yank the cups of your bra down before lavishing your nipples with her mouth.

You throw your head back, unable to contain the moans that escape your throat. You shouldn’t feel this worked up over just a little bit of nipple play but this is Natasha and this is bathroom sex. When she looks at you with a smirk pressed against your skin, you know you’re a goner. Finding excuses for your very turned on state is useless, you know those green eyes and painted lips could make you lose your damn mind without even touching you at all.

She comes back up with a devious smile and you feel both of her hands tangle with your own above your head before she brings them down. She guides your fingers to your own nipples and whispers into your mouth, “Play with them while I go down on you, will you?”

Your heart stops for the second time tonight but you know, this time, Nat isn’t waiting for an answer. She drops to her knees kissing and licking all over your stomach while working on your belt and pants.

You don’t know why but you always expected the redhead to be a huge tease so it takes you by surprise when she barely takes the time to shove your clothes down before diving right in.

Her tongue works magic on you as she focusses on your clit, and you let out your loudest moan yet. One of your hands leave your boobs to grab a fistful of her hair, anything to brace yourself against the waves of pleasure that comes crashing into you when she sucks your bundle of nerves into her mouth.

Your hips buck into her face and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into you. God, you think you might black out.

Natasha freaking Romanoff is in you.

Granted she’s been on your mind for almost two years but it makes all of this even more surreal.

She moves her lips back up to focus on flicking your clit while she brings two fingers to your entrance. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Is it all for me, Y/N?” She doesn’t wait for an answer as she thrusts in at once and you go weak at the knees. Thank god for the way she is holding you up, her other hand pressing you firmly against the door and she mumbles something against you that sounded like a ‘good girl.’

She curls her fingers, finding your G-spot easily while her pace follows the flicks of her tongue on your clit. It doesn’t take her long to bring you to the edge. Your pleas are mixed with your moans and you’re glad when she doesn’t let up, fully hellbent on pushing you over the edge. “Come for me, baby.”

Two more thrusts is all it takes for the coil in your belly to snap. Pure white ecstasy fill your whole body. Your breath catches in your throat in a silent scream and your legs give out but she is right there to keep you upright, her soaked fingers finding a strong grip on your thigh as she brings you down from your high with gentle touches. When you finally come back to yourself, she drops one last kiss right above your clit before getting back on her feet.

You kiss her as soon as she is close enough. It’s messy and you’re out of breath but you can taste yourself and her on your tongue all at the same time which is good enough for you. Your hands wander but they’re aimless, brain still a bit foggy but you’re enjoying yourself way too much to worry about how you’ve never come this hard before.

The kiss slows down and when you finally part, Natasha takes you by surprise again. “Take me home?”

“Are you sure?” you can’t stop the question from coming out. That pulls a light chuckle out of her.

She brings a hand back to your pussy in a small slap making you jerk, your over-sensitive skin not ready to be touched again so soon. This time there is no trace of a laugh in her voice when she answers, “Do I look hesitant?”

You shake your head and she smiles, not giving you the time to overthink before she kisses you softly.

She bends down, helping you out with your clothes and you’re grateful yet embarrassed at how fucked out you already are. Of course, she sees right through you, though. “You’ll have your chance to return the favour.” Her smirk tells you everything you need to know about where this is going and yet…

Yet…

You can’t stop but wonder about other aspects.

You look at her while she is straightening her dress and when she looks satisfied with herself, you grab her face in two shaking hands.

“Nat?” It comes out as a question making her quirk an eyebrow at you but the glint in her eyes tells you she knows exactly what you want to say. You search her face for any signs that maybe you shouldn’t ask what’s on your mind but when you find none, you leap. “Is there a chance for more?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she whispers back and with the softest kiss yet, she promises you a whole future. One where you won’t mind dancing because it’ll be with her again.

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #shut up and dance

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stupidspidey · 8 months

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AJR - Living Room

if you told me in 2013 that this was the absolute pinnacle of music and that it would get no better than this, chances are i would’ve told you “that’s nice, leave me alone creep” and went to go kick the shit out of my brother at Mario on the DS. Now if you told me now that these guys ended up being my favourite band, i’d probably give you the same response but i’d go play a Spider-Man game instead. Regardless, Living Room by AJR is just… not good, by any sense of the word realistically, don’t get me wrong it’s got its merits but holy fuck, it’s really hard to listen to. Now, i don’t want to be too unfair about this, believe it or not sitting here for a good 5 minute read yelling about how bad something is is REALLY undesirable in a review, and it’s even more undesirable since my girlfriend refuses to sleep with me because of it. (jk rose ily) So, i’m gonna take their advice from one of their next albums that came after this and well, skip to The Good Part, which unfortunately should only take me like, 20 lines, maximum, before i start either repeating myself or talking about how a line in “The World is a Marble Heart” is was reused as a backing vocal in “I Won’t” like, 10 years later.

The Good

My GOD, do these guys know how to write a decent line or few. Sure there’s a few “Thirsty, Thirsty, Thursdays!” in there but, every one of those is definitely made up for by the honestly-adorable Infinity or the surprisingly-hopeful My Calling, each lyric will either strike you as cheesy in a really cute way, or inspiring in a really dumb way, the album could honestly be mistaken as written about someone with how directed and loving each line feels from the start to the end and briefly sidestepping around at least 49.2% of each song. Big White Bed especially, but as i wrote that down all i could think to describe the song was “I love you… BITCH. I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you… BITCH.” from a vine like 10-or-so years ago. So, really, pretty appropriate for their timing on the albums release realistically. A really specific praise for the album but, i think the art itself is really pretty? something about it feels so real. Like, if you made an album with two of your brothers and basically pro-tools, a mic and a big idea (yeah, that’s a quote from one of the songs, Big Idea.) would you not just make the album art you all sat on the comfy family sofa in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere with your band name splattered on the wall in a nice deep red? I know i would if i could fit all 5 of my brothers onto one tiny-ass couch. Now unfortunately i can only realistically think of these two points for the positive part but, i will say this: Every track on this album, has thought behind it. It sometimes comes across as them just lobbing the entire processing power of a Windows 7 computer running pro-tools at you, but if you listen to the audio-commentary edition of the album (because, for some reason they made that?) it really is easy to tell the three of them had passion for the thing, especially seen in Jack’s (the J in AJR) enthusiasm about finally making it out of slummin’ it in the streets while his two way-fucking-taller brothers tap danced and sang, outside of his appearance in Pink Panther 2 and Sesame Street of course. (seriously, i’m deadass, look it up, he even has an iMDB page.) Now, unfortunately, on that point, i can’t realistically stay on the positives forever on this without ending up on some TikTok calling me a brainrotted liberal or some slur that hasn’t been unsealed since some crusty fucking 4channer woke up from his food comatose over a reddit girl with fat tits so, with that point.

The Bad

Ok right so, you know how i mentioned this was considered some sort of principle of music back then in 2013? Well guess what, motherfucker. I wasn’t even joking, the way people view Bruno Mars now is the way people viewed Living Room in 2013, though it was hard not to when their brain cells rubbed together and they decided the best way to promote their album was to tag every artist under the sun on gods green-motherfucking-earth and tell them to listen to it. Even then, the only one who listened really was Sia, and realistically what the fuck have you actually seen Sia do in the past like 5 years? This is a real question seriously please for the love of GOD tell me i have no idea past *Chandelier*. Anyway, enough of throwing Sia some strays (i’m sorry ma’am i’m sure there’s a grammy somewhere i didn’t bother googling), back onto Twenty-One Pilo— Coldplay— I mean, AJR. The album had passion behind it, don’t get me wrong here, but it is completely misplaced. The only way i can describe this is that, if this was the latest release around the time of E.T. for the Atari 2600? Music probably wouldn’t have survived past that either. Though realistically it was probably one of the better albums of that era since by then every other song was the most bassy-pile of “please dance to this” you’d ever seen, but i’m sure there’s someone still out there hitting the dab to fuckin’ The World is a Marble Heart, surely. The album itself had some pretty… interesting, approaches, but really you can only get around 30 seconds into the first song before that fucker starts yodelling? why the fuck is he yodelling? Regardless, no matter how many times you make a sequel to Turning Out or how many times you make some good shit like The DJ is Crying for Help, to those guys at TikTok? you’ll allwwaayyss be the guys who made Thirsty. You could get a treaty and a vulcan salute from half of space, but all those motherfuckers will still only know you for Thirsty. Personally? i’d be so fucking mad. I mean, you look to your left and Kanye has just dropped Yeezus, and what do you have to compete against that? a new national holiday celebrated exclusively by kids who get bullied at school, Thirsty Thursday, if i were them i wouldn’t have even made it to The Click without some sort of apology statement.

The Ending

Now, if i’m being completely real here. I can’t entirely slander Living Room, it’s got ideas, it’s got (marble) heart, and most importantly… It let Neotheater exist so… some good out of the bad right? Sure, for anyone else, unless you’re subconsciously subscribed to every single opinion on r/Music like some sort of absorption sponge. And just… in future, for anyone reading this, Include yodelling in your song and i will fucking SLICE you, not for poor mixing choices, not even for poor taste, but for reminding me that i sat here for an hour, and reviewed an album. Worst part? one out of five baby, i’m not down until i hear the fat lady sing, i’ve still gotta drop my useless thoughts for The Click, Neotheater, OK ORCHESTRA and *The Maybe Man. So, i’m gonna go out with a BANG! and by that? i mean get gunned down by the mexican cartel for even daring to include a good section in this slice of piss.

4/10 - Not enough yodelling really.

#Spotify #AJR #ajrimsosorryiloveyou #LivingRoom

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petruchio · 8 days

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Are there any songs from the vault that you do like?

YES!! i LOVE bye bye baby, like an uncomfortable amount, the one thing demo was always one of the unreleased tracks i really liked but i think the altered lyrics are actually are a marked improvement on the song (you took my home but you just couldn’t keep me/all i have is your sympathy — they just flow better to me) and the vocal thing she does on bye byee babyYEAAAH before the last chorus just scratches an itch in my brain in the best way. i love that one!!

i also loooove that’s when — it makes total sense to me why it was left off the album bc the lyrics are a little opaque and confusing and the way she changed it around to fit the feature def doesn’t help with that issue but the melody is GORGEOUS and i do really love the line “you said honestly, did you ever think of me? and i said - that’s when, when i wake up in the morning/that’s when, when it’s sunny or storming” it’s just so cute!! (i think the perspective on that one is flipped from the og demo but i enjoy both)

i also love IBYTAM — i actually think it would’ve fit well on the album if RED had gone in a more country direction instead of leaning into the folk/pop sound that it did but i love the lyric “ill BET your friends tell you she’s BETter than me” and “i bet you couldn’t believe when you realized i’m harder to forget than i was to leave” is a brilliant line too. it’s like the sassier i almost do and i love it for that.

i also love better man, though my (blasphemous) take is that i prefer the little big town recording. their harmonies are just gorgeous on that song and i prefer the vocal inflections. babe is great too but i think better man is the superior song

i also DEEPLY enjoy foolish one, though i actually think it plays better coming out now than it would’ve as an actual speak now track!! like i think it’s a bit like fifteen in the sense that hearing it in older taylor’s voice gives it a sense of resigned wisdom, as if she’s literally talking to her younger self saying “the day is gonna come for your confessions of love” and saying, like, just stop trying so hard!! so i love it as a song and i listen to it quite a bit to remind myself of the very same thing ;)

those are probs my fav tracks. say don’t go is the only 1989 vault track that i think actually feels like 1989. my mom also LOVES message in a bottle which i think is funny. but yeah overall i think the vaults are fun but i think it’s obvious why those songs were left behind when you hear them. (like, run is a fine song but in terms of folksy ed sheeran collabs, everything has changed is just … better.)

#answered #anonymous #taylor swift

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suckitsurveys · 28 days

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Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? My dad, for sure.

Who is the most overbearing person you know? My brother in law.

Do you still remember your first kiss? I do.

Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now? I am. Mark and I are stronger than ever.

How many kids do you want to have? Zero.

Have you ever purposely given someone the wrong number? No.

Who’s the last person you smoked weed with? Mark and I took an edible last night.

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? Yes.

Who is the person you have hurt the most? I don’t know.

Who is the person that has hurt you the most? Blah.

Who’s the last guy to give you roses? Mark.

Did your parents do drugs when they were younger? Yup. My dad’s been known to eat an edible here or there now a days..

The first thing I’d do after winning the lottery is… Buy a new car.

The videos that always make me laugh are… I mean, so many.

One of my favorite writers is… I don’t know.

One of my favorite singers is… Billie Eilish.

What’s a favorite hobby of yours? This garbage.

I think a good source of therapy is… Crying.

A friend who I can always be myself around is… All my friends, that’s why they are my friends.

Something helpful to lose weight is… Hahahahhahahahahahahaahhahahahahaahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

A fear of mine is… Having my fears used against me.

If you knew me well, you’d gift me… Anything Pikachu or Snoopy or Garfield or bat or panda related, gift cards for sushi restaurants or boba, candles.

Who is someone you’ve been enjoying watching on YouTube recently? I haven’t legit watched YouTube in a really long time, other than SNL clips here and there oops.

Who was the last of your friends to have a baby? None of my close friends have kids.

Which family member did you get your height from? My mom.

Which TV channel did you watch the most as a kid? Nickelodeon.

Who is your favorite cousin? Kelly and her daughter Brittney, honestly.

If you had to choose a country to live in besides your own, which country would you choose? I’m good.

Do you think you look better with long hair or short hair? Either.

What did the last mask you wore look like? It was a royal blue paper mask.

Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? Nope.

What color was your nursery when you were a baby? I don’t believe I had my own room as a baby.

When is the next time you will attend a family reunion? Where will it be? We don’t have those.

Do you like cereal? What would you consider your favorite kind of cereal? Cinnamon toast crunch.

What’s your favorite lollipop flavor? Watermelon.

Who did you last hold hands with? My 5yr niece.

What sounds help you sleep? White noise or fan noise.

Do you have a loud or more soft laugh? I’d say it’s in the middle.

Do you like to dip your fries in a frosty or ice cream? I’ve done it before but it’s not a common occurance.

Cookies or brownies? Brownies.

Are you a fan of musicals? I don’t hate them.

Have you ever stargazed with someone? Yes.

What color is the vehicle you ride in most often? Silver.

What’s your favorite kind of pasta? I love pasta with pesto, but I also love pasta with the red sauce my dad makes.

Would you say you’re a condescending person? I am very sarcastic which can read as condescending but I don’t mean it to be mean or anything.

Have you ever mowed a lawn? I have.

What’s the last song you listened to? Sweet by Lana Del Rey.

Are you content with your social life? For the most part. I’d love to hang out with people more and do more stuff but I’m also just so tired all the damn time from working.

Have you ever had edible flowers? I have, yes.

Do you read other people’s survey answers? When I take them from people lol.

Do you work better alone or in a group? Depends.

What are 3 essential items you won’t leave the house without? My phone, my keys, some sort of way to clean my glasses.

Do you enjoy spicy foods? I do.

What is something you want to be remembered for? I don’t know.

Do you like pickles? I do.

What is something you take a lot of pictures of? My cats and my nieces lol.

What is your favorite thing about the beach? Being in the water.

Are you afraid of snakes? Not actively, no.

Do you think frogs are ugly? No.

Name three things that you find refreshing. Ice water, a pool or lake on a hot day, a cool breeze.

What is your favorite vegetable? Mushrooms.

Do you own any succulents? Nope.

What is your least favorite shade of green? I don’t know, it would depend on how the green is used.

Do you like olives? Yes, except for kalamata.

What are three of your favorite insects (or insects that you think look cool)? Praying manti, butterflies, bumble bees.

Would you ever dye your hair green? I have done it before.

Are you a tea drinker? Yes.

Do you like mangoes? They aren’t my favorite but oddly enough there is a sushi roll I LOVE that has a mango sauce on it and it’s amazing.

What’s your hair texture? Thick and kinda coarse.

Do you play games on your phone? Yeah, some dumb card games and word games and NYT games mostly.

Is acting something you’d enjoy? Are you convincing? Eh.

In what ways are you immature? Lots of ways.

Are the Olympics something you get into? Not at all.

Chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla milkshake? Vanilla.

What’s something or someone you’ll always defend? Access to safe and legal abortion.

#surveys

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Because i have brainrot and i promised something a lot less angsty. i'm sorry for sending more than one long ask today asdfghjkl

Rigghtt, so y'know when Max and Ev get over that huge argument I imagine Ev going over to Max's place, knocking on the door and when she answers they're standing there smiling at each and Max asks "are you going to come in?" and Evren shakes his head and goes "uh, I don't trust the two of us alone together in a space that isn't a studio. do you fancy a walk though?" "where?" "the store, for stuff for a charcuterie board."

And they're walking down the street together side by side, and the silence actually isn't awkward, it's like comforting and it'd probably remind the two of them how well they get each other and then Max would go, "are we going to do this small talk thing?" "god, no. we're terrible at that. we can skip to the honest shit" "like what?" and Evren would be all confident and cocky and say, "am I still your person?" and Max would roll her eyes all like "you're still fucking hung up about that" "it's the nicest thing you've said about me" "hey! I can be nice regularly!" "yeah...sure, i believe you(!)"

And then they're in the store together and Evren's carrying the basket, and Maxine's putting stuff in it, and a couple-that-aren't-a-couple shouldn't look so good grocery shopping...but they do, and then Max goes "I listened to your most recent song" and Ev would laugh and go "that's cute, you're keeping tabs on me" "well I'm going to when you're writing songs about me...you mentioned a woman with red hair" and Evren would be all "there are lots of women with red hair" and Max would smirk and say "you sang about her being in a band too" and Evren's pretty much caught out bc ofc its about her and he just ends up not responding.

When they're done shopping I imagine that they have a mini argument about who's going to pay bc I see Evren wanting to pay, but Maxine wanting to as well so they like play rock, paper, scissors to come up with a solution.

I feel like their walk back to Max's would be even more comfortable than their walk before, and then Evren's handing Max the bag when they get to her door and Max would say "I can't eat all this by myself" "share it with your band then" "...me inviting you in is me trying to be nice, evren" and I think he'd really debate it before going "look, i missed you and wanted to spend time with you and i've done that. so i'm good" bc he's still sorta in love, and Max is still probably scared about any prospect of them actually being together. but Max is in his life so having her in some capacity is better than not having her at all, and then he'd smile, and take a step back and go "feel free to text if you write anymore bangers about me though, babe"

i know this was supposed to be fluffy and happy but this made me feel bittersweet at BEST like your previous hc was too sad 😭✋🏼❤️‍🩹

but SCREAM evren finally taking maxine to shop for charcuterie <33333 imagine them walking around the store and checking things out then max goes “is there anything you like? like idk, your favorite cheese or whatever?” and ev just shrugs like “whatever” so max goes “don’t you have those at rich people parties?” “i mean yeah. but cheese is cheese” LMAOOO

"are we going to do this small talk thing?" "god, no. we're terrible at that. we can skip to the honest shit" "like what?" and Evren would be all confident and cocky and say, "am I still your person?"

smiling through the tears………. in another life they wouldn’t be joking about that 🕳️🚶🏻‍♀️

but also maxine relentlessly teasing evren for writing a song about her and evren ending up not responding….. maxine out here making it hard for him to move on like girl if you don’t shut the fuck up

OH and if evren wins rock paper scissors and ends up paying max will buy a bottle of wine to go with the charcuterie board but if she wins she’ll just go “ha. loser” 😭

"look, i missed you and wanted to spend time with you and i've done that. so i'm good"

you calling this hc “a lot less angsty” vs this line singlehandedly breaking my heart all over again

i don’t have maxine’s self-control like if i were her i would’ve asked evren out right then and there 😭

BUT OMG ok so when max and ev have both moved on and healed their hearts, imagine evren suddenly releasing a song about a dancer who’s good at ballet JDNDJDJS maxine would be sooo nosy about it and immediately call him like “TELL ME EVERYTHING” ugh the miko creator in me is like 🥹 but my max x ev heart is all 🥲

#au: somewhere this works #mila ✨#nikka answers

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Charlie's get to know u thing

- Favorurite colour and why: green because theres so many different types

- Comfort Movies: stick it, willy wonka and the chocolate factory, Mitchells vs machines, the breakfast club (recent)

- Fav Books: the explorer, the hunger games, anything by alice oseman

- Fav season and why? Alexa and katie because its funny and well filmed/ heartstopper because wooooow - if you're talking about seasons of the year then spring because seasonal depression go 👋

- Fav genre (and why?): action /comedy because those are the best comfort movies

- Fav clothes style: grunge/alternative

- Fav music genres: alt rock/ 80's- early 2000's rock/ kinda emo stuff

Fav animals: ooh otters, turtles, dogs, cats, frogs, lions and sharks

- Fav musicians: cavetown, foo fighters, AC/DC, Gubs and Roses, sir chloe, dazey and the scouts, mitski, billie eilish, Sunday cruise, girl in red, deftones, nirvana

- Fav song(s): that is so hard um everlong (foo fighters), a pearl (mitski), mr sandman (cover by SYML), digital Bath (deftones), I swear to god (cavetown)

- Fav fandoms: osemanverse! Also broadway musicals eg hamilton and dear evan hansen, and the hunger games

- Hobbies: singing, playing guitar and piano, drawing, writing poems, reading, listening to music more time than is healthy

- Care language you give: sharing food, especially from my culture, hugs, personal talks, giving tiny presents randomly

- Introvert/extrovert/ambivert? Idk somewhere in between introvert and ambivert

- City/country/suburbs (and why?): city and suberbs cities are pretty but suberbs have space tbh country is also nice just not in uk lol

- Do you have any religious beliefs (don’t have to answer if not comfortable): ok heres the thing as u can see from my username im jewish but i dont believe in god i celebrate the holidays for culture and tradition, not bc i believe in it

- Dream place to visit: hawaii, japan, new york

- Fav type of nature: deep forest

- Fav biome in nature (e.g tundra, desert, forest etc): forest

- Fav type of weather: snow/ sunny and warm and sometimes rain but since i live in uk we get too much rain to rlly enjoy it lol

- Do you have any fears (serious or otherwise): vomit, cobwebs, caves, being ubderground, beibg abandoned by ppl i thought liked me

- Dream job: lawyer /politician/ food blogger /singer-songwriter /teacher /psychiatrist look I really don't know lmao

#get to know me

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crypticsalutations · 2 years

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Hello my lovelies 🥀 Today we are honored to bring you Part 2 of this special Cryptic Salutations exclusive! Continuing our in depth interview with Jonathan Lemon of Jesus Couldn't Drum, in this section he shares details about the band's equipment set up, the life changing feeling of emerging into the music industry, and the unexpected cult popularity that arose in countries other than their own! We hope you thoroughly enjoy it! 🔥 Track: Jesus Couldn't Drum's Even Roses Have Thorns Stay tuned for Part 3, coming on August 13!

Cryptic Salutations: How many of the singles were originally pressed?

Jonathan Lemon: I believe the minimum amount was 1000 in those days. They would have pressed less if it was possible! They were distributed by The Cartel which was a co-operative group that included some of the most notable labels of the 1980s UK post-punk and indie scene such as Backs, Rough Trade, Red Rhino and Nine Mile. Apparently, they could sell anything. When we did the free flexidisc for the first album, they made 50k in many different colors and gave them away with ZigZag magazine which went out of business the next issue which was disappointing because famous rock journalist William Shaw had done a long in-depth interview with us which has now been lost to time. The first album was 3k if I remember correctly.

CS: Do you recall what your equipment set up was? What make of synths, guitars, pedals, etc?

JL: A Fostex X-15 multitrack tape player, a Roland SH101, a very primitive echo chamber, a couple of used Boss effects pedals, a Gibson copy guitar, a melodica, a Shure SM58 microphone, a Black Box fuzz module, a Sound Master Memory Rhythm SR-88 and a small box filled with various percussion instruments and fluty pipes. Later we had a Roland TR 808 and a Boss Dr Rhythm DR55 and very importantly an EM-U Emulator 1 sampling keyboard that used to belong to Tears For Fears. It had “TFF” stenciled onto the flight case. It currently belongs to Fat Boy Slim.

CS: Do you consider your time in Jesus Couldn’t Drum as an exploration of your artistic limits, or was it simply a fun hobby shared between friends?

JL: I think we both couldn’t quite believe the speed of what was happening and consequently we just rolled with it rather than had any expectations or strategy. Maybe it was pretty small beans to most people but it felt quite life changing to us, and we were suddenly serious young people in important trousers, and people were sniffing around us hoping we’d be the next big thing. There was definite conflict between the band and the label over musical direction. The label kept telling us to get a big hit before doing more “challenging” stuff. We were more interested in doing something different. “Different” to use just meant not being like any of the other bands we were aware of at the time which was a pretty small pool admittedly. The second JCD album was very self-indulgent but in a way I think it’s also the only one I can really stand to listen to anymore.

CS: Did you take the single and subsequent EP’s and albums on tour? If so, to where, and what kind of criticisms were you met with? And what compliments?

JL: We didn’t coincide tours with the releases. We would just go if someone offered to pay us, usually an enthusiastic promoter in Belgium or Germany. We had no oversight really. In England, already at that time there was an expectation that the small bands would PAY to play to get the exposure or if lucky, play for free. Once the records came out there was a lot more interest in our music from(mainland) Europe. Incredibly, we would go off on the ferry in a car packed full of equipment and band members, and there would be a little venue in a small, picturesque town in Switzerland for example, with posters for our gig everywhere and a hall packed with people wanting to see us who knew our songs. There were four of us and a drum machine and mostly we went down well. I think the set only lasted about 30 minutes. I don’t recall JCD having any bad gigs actually but many of my later bands did. Once in Italy some people threw coins at us. We were later told that it was a sign of appreciation, but I’m still not convinced. It was all pretty thrilling because none of us had ever really traveled outside of England before. It was all a bit rushed and low budget but we had a lot of fun.

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beyondtsh · 2 years

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Where Are the Red Letters in the Bible?

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Where Are the Red Letters in the Bible?

Why Red Letter Bibles? The red letters in the Bible appear only in the New Testament. Beginning in Matthew chapter three, any verses and passages written in red are the words spoken by Jesus Himself. Not all Bibles are red letter editions, however, so not every Bible has Jesus’ words printed in red in the New Testament.

Red Letter Bibles Make it Easier to Pick Out Jesus’ Words

When I went shopping for my new Bible, I checked to make sure it was a red letter edition. There’s just something about reading the Bible and concentrating on Jesus’ words. They stand out in the red lettering.

Most of Matthew chapters five and six are printed in red, including The Lord’s Prayer in Matthew 6:10-13. Another familiar verse is Matthew 7:7, “Ask, and it will be given unto you; seek, and you will find.” (NKJV)

The Lord’s Prayer is in Matthew 6:9-13. That passage is helpful for anyone who doesn’t really know how to pray or what to say when they do. Jesus said,

“When you pray, say…”

“Our Father in heaven, Hallowed be Your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors. And do not lead us into temptation, But deliver us from the evil one. For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.”

One of my favorite verses I like, especially on nights my insomnia kicks in, is Matthew 11:28, “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (NKJV)

Have You Read the Red the Red Letters in the Bible?

One of my favorite songs that I love listening to is Crowder’s “Red Letters,” where he thanks God for His red letters in the Bible.

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Influential Red Letter Verses to Read

There are red letters in the Bible that will actually help you in some dire situations; life lessons from Jesus Himself. Here are some that I really like, from the New King James Version (NKJV), which is what I primarily use:

Luke 4:4 “It is written, man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word of God.” In the Lord’s Prayer it’s said, “Give us this day our daily bread.” Our daily bread should be our daily devotional with God’s word, in addition to whatever we’re having for breakfast.

Luke 4:8 “Get thee behind Me, Satan.” (KJV) In the NKJV the word “thee” is omitted, but the omission doesn’t detract from the meaning. If you’re having a bad day, say God’s word out loud. I often just say, “Go away Satan and take your demons with you!” Doing this really does help!

John 8:36 “Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed.” I was reading some passages in John one day and came across this verse and remembered it’s part of the chorus of one of my favorite worship songs!

A familiar phrase that we often hear people say, especially around the holidays, is in Acts 20:35, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” Yes, those are the words of Jesus and printed as red letters in the Bible.

The Way to Salvation is in the Red Letters

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

John 14:6 “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.“

After Salvation, Christians should be baptized according to God’s word in Matthew 28:19 “Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.”

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Read the Red Letters in the Bible!

If you don’t have a red letter edition Bible, you can always find one somewhere. I’ve actually found Bibles in Goodwill stores. You may find some at auctions, on eBay, or Amazon. A Bible doesn’t have to be brand new to get meaning from it.

Even if it’s a well used Bible, make it your own! Add your own comments in the sidebars or underline or highlight your favorite verses. Carry it in a special protective case to church or group meetings and Bible studies.

What are your thoughts on Red Letter Edition Bibles? Do you have one?

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survey--s · 2 years

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349.

So how are you today? Pretty good! Much better than I was yesterday, anyway.

Do you like to eat eggs? Nah, the texture makes me gag lol. Poached eggs are tolerable if there’s something else with them though.

When was the last time you had a cup of tea? I don’t remember - a while ago. I’m much more of a coffee person.

Do you have a tapestry in your bedroom? I do not.

Have you ever been to London? Yeah, I used to visit London a lot.

Do you enjoy going to the library? I used to love it but to be honest, I haven’t been there in ages.

If you went to NYC (or if you’ve been), what are your favorite things to do there? I’ve never been but I’d like to visit Brooklyn, Greenwich Village, Times Square, Central Park and Manhattan, plus I’d go and see a show on Broadway.

Who’s the most recent person on your Facebook feed? A local cake business that I follow.

When (if ever) was the last time you saw that person? She hand-delivered a cake to us just after the first lockdown, I think, so around summer 2020-ish, I believe.

Do you know anyone who has a pet bunny? Yeah, Carly used to have two. I used to pet-sit for them actually. They were pretty cute but also quite...non-responsive lol. Not my kind of pet though it was kinda fun to look after them.

Can you play the violin? No.

What’s the last movie you watched? Sleeping Beauty.

Did you enjoy this movie? Sure, I was re-watching a load of old Disney movies as I never re-watch the classics lol.

What store or website would you most like a gift card for? TheLittleWaxBoxCo please and thank you. I’m just waiting for their autumn release before I buy anything new.

What’s something you’re looking forward to? My beach ride on Sunday! I reaaaaally hope we get good weather but I’m excited all the same as for the first time I’ll be cantering down that beach and I cannot bloody wait. I also know I’ll be on Joe which is really helpful as I love cantering on him. He’s SO comfy to sit on haha.

Name your top 3 favorite musical instruments. Acoustic guitar, piano, clarinet.

What was the last book(s) you bought at a bookstore? I bought a bunch of books on Monday actually - they were Girl in Red, The Mermaid and Near the Bone, all by Christina Henry.

Does the song you’re listening to/last heard evoke any emotion for you? I’m watching Below Deck at the moment.

Do you use Pinterest? No. I really don’t get it, tbh.

Are you wearing earrings? Yeah, I never change my jewellery.

Do you know any sign language? Nope.

Have you ever seen the musical Ragtime? I have not.

Do you have a favorite poem? The Road not Taken by Robert Frost, or The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes.

Do you like Indian food? No, I can’t stomach spicy food without making myself physically sick.

Describe your favorite scarf, if you have one. I’m not really a massive fan of scarves. I love the look but I find them really claustrophobic and they make me all sweaty lol.

Do you have a dog? Yeah, a 4yo beagle called Archie.

Have you ever read the Little House on the Prairie series? Nope. I feel like it’s one of those series I keep meaning to read but I just never got round to it for some reason.

Do you have any homework? I haven’t been in education for well over a decade.

Have you ever gone on a service trip to an underprivileged country? No, and honestly I find those things so cringey.

Do you need to do laundry? Nah, I did two loads this morning.

Do you enjoy going out for breakfast? I love going out for breakfast/brunch, yeah. Unfortunately there’s no decent place to go for breakfast around here, which sucks.

Have you ever performed in front of more than 100 people? Yeah, for school plays and such.

Do you like muffins? Sure, but they’re not really something I ever think about ordering for some reason.

When was the last time you went to church? Decades ago lol.

Have you ever heard the singer Audra McDonald? No.

What’s a quote you think is really powerful? “Moaning won’t fix anything. Get yourself up and save your own self, because nobody else is going to do it for you”

Should you be doing something else right now? Nope.

#survey #surveys

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Little Songbird (pt 2)

Part 1: x

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu becomes addicted to your voice and wants to hear you… sing some more.

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,870

Warnings: The Smut Chapter~

Over the next few days, Lady Dimitrescu barely caught a glance of you. Either you were overworking yourself, or avoiding her. The thought made her bristle with annoyance, mostly aimed at herself. Had she scared you off?

Down below in the servants’ quarters, you tried your best not to pay attention to the rush of heat that went through your body every time you remembered Lady Dimitrescu’s lingering gaze on you.

You hadn’t seen her, or frankly you had tried avoiding her. You kept to your duties, overworking yourself, distracting yourself, wondering if what you felt was unholy. Wondering if she felt the same.

“Lady Dimitrescu has asked you to clean her personal study,” the head housemaid said one day in the kitchens. You paled a little, nearly dropping the plate you were drying off.

“..Oh?”

“You’re to go there after dinner tonight.” She was absent-mindedly polishing some of the silverware at the counter, not noticing how you had reacted. “The Lady will run you through what’s needed.”

“She.. she’ll be there?”

“Yes, of course," she replied, “she’d never let any of us in by ourselves. I would know.”

She definitely would. It was only her that would ever be allowed in Lady Dimitrescu’s study to clean. But she didn’t seem to mind it was you who was on that duty tonight... you dreaded the massive list of things you would probably have to do. Was this a punishment?

“Clean yourself up before you go.” She eyed your dirtied apron and ashy skirt. “No use if you're just going to mess up what you’ll be cleaning.”

And so, with fresh clothes and your face scrubbed clean of grease, you made your way up through the castle levels to get to the study. On the way, you heard faint buzzing down the hall.

You turned to see dark robes disappearing around the corner, and suddenly the dimly-lit hallway was a lot more ominous and foreboding than before. Hurrying down the direction you needed to go, you tried not to drop any of your supplies as your heart-rate picked up.

Just around the corner, you kept thinking, just a little further and-

“Boo!”

You shrieked, shock coursing through your body in a split second as Miss Daniela appeared right in your face when you turned the last corner. Her bloodied mouth split into a wide, cunning smile at your reaction, your face flushing red in embarrassment and sudden fear.

“Oh, now that was fun, wasn’t it?” she cackled, circling around you with the curiosity of a feline, far too close for comfort, “I haven't seen you up here before.”

The water in your bucket had managed to spill over the side in your jump, and you felt your stockings and shoes soaking through. You grimaced at the feeling and Miss Daniela could only giggle.

She tugged at your hair like a bratty younger sibling as she disappeared in a swarm of insects that buzzed around your head, calling after you,

“Have fun~”

You felt the water squish in your shoes as you walked the last few steps towards the intimidating double-doors of Lady Dimitrescu’s personal study.

It wasn’t anything like the last study you had cleaned. It felt massive to you- everything must have been custom made for her. The chairs, the desk, the bookcase. You’d have to do some real climbing to clean all the nooks and crannies in here.

But it was the piano in the centre of the room that really caught your eye. It was dark- but not quite black. There was a rich, deep red sheen to it, and just like everything else in the room, it seemed to tower above you.

And her-

Lady Dimitrescu was already in her nightly attire- a long-sleeved nightgown. It was a cream colour, as always, and you wondered if the light was a little stronger, how sheer the fabric would be..

“Ah, there you are.” Lady Dimitrescu’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you straightened up a little. “Come closer, little songbird. Into the light.”

The nickname made you blush furiously, though you did as she asked. So she hadn’t forgotten you. Was that supposed to be a relief? The squish of your shoes made you grimace, and from the way her eyes trailed down, she heard it as well.

“Did it rain on the way here?” she asked, dryly. You looked down at the carpet, clutching your supplies. You were leaving footprints behind. You’d definitely have to clean that thoroughly.

“I- I spilled some water on the way here. I.. tripped,” you said. You didn’t think ratting out her daughter would put the Lady in a good mood.

Her expression didn’t prove to you that she believed you, but she let it be. She picked up a small sheet of paper with listed chores and handed it to you without much thought.

You expected an explosive list of unending duties, but you were quite surprised with the sparse instructions. Dust the bookshelves, sweep under the piano, scrub the floors...

This was one of the few rooms in the entire castle that looked, quite frankly, immaculate. Everything seemed to have a place already, so you really didn’t need to do much at all.

You quietly set to work without any further commentary, and didn’t catch the way Lady Dimitrescu watched you from her desk when you came into her peripheral vision. The letters from Mother Miranda didn’t register in her mind as she listened to you work, hoping for the sound of your voice. Then she heard you hum, lightly, only for you to catch yourself mid-dusting, and stop altogether.

When you got to the piano, you needed to move the bench to get under and sweep, but when you pushed against the heavy piece of furniture, it screeched against the floor, startling both of you.

“Sorry,” you squeaked, barely audible. You looked up and caught her deep yellow eyes staring at you intently, and something stirred deep inside you.

“I didn’t know you played,” you commented once you realized Lady Dimitrescu wasn’t going to say anything to break the awkward silence. In fact, she adored seeing you so flustered and shy, and didn’t want it to end.

“I don’t often,” she eventually replied. She stood up from her desk, and you nearly snapped your neck keeping your eyes on hers as she rose above you.

You hurried out of the way as she came to sit on the bench. Lady Dimitrescu lifted the fallboard and a soft, light chord rung out as she pressed down on the keys.

“Can you match pitch?” She was testing some of the sound in various chords, simple but effective. You watched her fingers dance, only to realize you had not seen her without gloves before now. The nails were painted in a dark, deep red. Her fingers were long and pale, and the skin on the backs of her hands were marred with little silvery scars. You wondered what they tasted like.

She gestured for you to come sit next to her, and you clambered up on the bench to kneel on the cushion. Lady Dimitrescu played a little more as you hummed along with the chords.

“Sing a song for me, pet,” she said, without glancing towards you. Her hands stilled to give you a moment to think, but your brain was only short-circuiting. It was like all of a sudden, every known song had disappeared from your memory.

Then a finger tapped your chin and lifted your head up to gaze into her eyes, and you sighed in contentment at the physical touch.

Her eyebrow quirked a little, as if barely registering the sound you made.

“No? No ideas?” she asked. Her perfume was that much denser when close to you, and it overwhelmed you. You could only weakly shake your head, nerves churning in your stomach.

“Well, we can’t have that,” she hummed. “I still want to hear you, little one.”

“I’m sorry...” you began, but she tutted. She’d make you sing in a.. different way. She wasn’t going to let you go after all those agonizing days without getting to hear you properly.

The hand that was holding your chin dropped down to your thigh. Your eyes were still adoringly glued to her face as she dropped the fallboard back over the keys. It nearly made her blush.

The world surged around you as you were suddenly lifted up from your seat. You were put on top of the piano, facing Lady Dimitrescu, and she nudged your legs apart so she could lean forward a little more. Your eyes were level with hers now, and you caught a flash of her white teeth as she smiled, lovingly, but devilishly.

“Do you think you can sing well?” she asked, one hand wrapping around the entirety of one of your ankles. You immediately shook your head. The dampness of your feet and legs caught her attention, and she tutted again.

“Off,” she ordered, leaning away, before wiping her hand on her dress. You hurriedly did as she asked, tugging down your still-wet stockings, ripping a little bit of the fabric, but you couldn’t mind with the way Lady Dimitrescu was eyeing you.

“Good girl.”

You clamped your thighs together, and she definitely didn’t miss that. Her hand went back to wrap around your ankle, now fabric-free. The other reached out to cup the side of your jaw, trailing down and wrapping around your neck, squeezing lightly for less than a second. Then it lowered even more and undid the top button of your dress.

“Still want to stay and sing for me, little songbird?” she asked, her hand lingering, but not moving from its spot. “Your tasks are long done.”

That was not true, you hadn’t even swept yet. But you slowly began to realize maybe the chores had nothing to do with you coming up here tonight.

The question burned deep inside you, and Lady Dimitrescu looked like she wasn’t going to move until you gave your consent. Though you loved the tension that was building, you began to feel restless.

“Yes, please.” You inched your legs a little wider, and her smile grew.

“Such a pleasant sound, your voice,” she said, as her hand from your ankle trailed up your leg. “I was enraptured many weeks ago, when I heard you for the first time.”

“You.. you’ve heard me before?” you gasped a little, because her cool fingers pressed against the sensitive inside of your thighs. You thought you were always alone when you sang during work.

“Oh yes,” she grinned, “now sing for me, little pet. Make all the noise you want.”

Her mouth was on yours in an instant, filling your lungs with perfume and warm breath. The buttons on your dress came apart as her hands pulled at them one by one. Your skirt was pushed up, and then she pressed down on your torso to get you to lie on your back. The piano was smooth and cold beneath, and there was a brief moment you regretted that it was definitely going to be dirtied by what was to come. But then Lady Dimitrescu’s mouth latched onto your neck and all thoughts evaporated from your brain.

There was a pinch as she nipped at the soft skin between neck and shoulder, making your back arch and your body lift off the piano.

“Hmm.. delightful,” she growled. Her large hands slid up your dress and your entire lower half was exposed.

“Oh, I can smell you,” she sighed. She pulled back only a moment to tug the dress off your whole body. Your fingers scrabbled against the piano’s slick surface as you felt your nipples harden at her touch.

She sat back on the bench and scooted forward, leaning down to inhale your alluring smell as you lay there, gasping for air.

“Now.” She pulled your legs apart, eyes zoning in on your cunt. “I want to hear you sing.”

Her mouth pressed against your folds and a warm, wet tongue slipped up to catch your clit. A squeal escaped you and she kissed it a little more in reward.

“That’s it. More.”

Her fingers dug into your thighs before she began sucking and licking almost aggressively. Your body was trembling with every swipe of her tongue, every delicate nibble on your folds.

Your gasps rose in volume, your voice breaking in small squeaks and whimpers. Though she adored it when you carried a tune, this was much more satisfying.

Her tongue pressed inside without any hesitation. You felt it curl and push inside you, catching your wetness and scent. A low growl in the back of her throat made you cry out, and her grip tightened even more.

It wasn’t going to take long, you realized. The despair in her relentless tongue, her piercing eyes watching your body rise and drip with sweat made the coil tighten with every passing moment.

Her pupils were blown, and every time you let out another sound, she pressed on a little harder, a little faster.

“Oh!” Her tongue had slipped out and were replaced by two thick fingers. Your cry of delight earned you her warm lips wrapping around your clit, and you couldn’t help but grab at her head of thick, smooth hair.

The curls slipped delightfully through your fingers and you were watching the ceiling, trying to make out the shapes in the darkness, until she pulled away and said,

“Eyes on me, dear. Nowhere else.”

You had to hoist yourself up with one hand to watch her, and she got back to work immediately. Eyes locked, one hand in her hair, and hers wrapped around you so tightly you couldn’t move away.

“Fuck..” you hissed out as her fingers curled. Her eyes flashed; she seemed to like it, so you kept going.

“Please..” you begged, hips trying to buck in her hold, “oh, please please.. it feels..s-so good.”

Your thighs had been completely smeared by her lipstick, or those were bruises forming from her grip. Either way, the marks made your head spin with arousal.

“Please don’t stop... Please, don’t ever stop.” You were gasping, trying hard to focus on your words, but then her mouth sucked hard on your clit, and you were lost in meaningless sounds and little cries of pleasure as you came.

She didn’t stop, revelling in your gasps and broken whimpers, music to her ears. When your body began pulling away and you felt a tingling sensitivity every time she tried to touch your clit again, that was when she knew to let you go.

Lady Dimitrescu sat back a moment, basking in the sight of you, wet and spent, spread out over her piano and with cum dripping down your thighs. She lifted her hand and wiped her mouth with the back of it to catch any further stray lipstick, but she didn’t quite catch all of it.

When you could finally breathe normally, you sat up slowly and trembled again under her piercing gaze.

Your small hands reached out to cup her cheeks, startling her. She thought you’d dash off with your bucket and leave immediately. You inched closer and used your thumbs to wipe the last bits of lipstick, and then kissed her. Soft, sweet, just like your singing.

You peppered her lips and chin with kisses for a few minutes. She allowed all of it, held you close as you breathed her in. You shifted, feeling your body unstick from the piano with an unsavoury sound and you pulled a face, making her laugh. It made you giddy inside.

You stayed like that for a long while, and you relished in how warm and soft she was.

“Perhaps you can sing again for me sometime,” she suggested, “an actual song.”

You buried your head into the crook of her neck, making a whiny noise in the back of your throat. She said she liked your singing, yes, but it still intimidated you. Whether it was nerves, or the fact it was her that was listening.. but you did want to please her. Always.

“You realize you sing beautifully, little one?” she eventually asked. “Even when I’m not inside you?”

You let out a burst of giggles and she lovingly kissed your shoulder. The glee of her enjoying your voice and the aftermath of your orgasm soared like butterflies inside you.

“You best get back to your duties,” she hummed, though her hand curved around your waist and held you close, like she wasn’t going to let you go. “The shelves in this castle aren’t going to dust themselves.”

You laughed again, feeling adoration swell up inside you as you ran your fingers through her loosened locks of hair.

“...can I come back tomorrow night?” you asked feebly.

She chuckled, low and sultry, and tipped your head up to look at her, “you can come whenever you want.”

Your face went beet-red in a matter of second and she grinned widely.

“But tomorrow night.. come to my chambers. And don’t bother with your supplies. Won’t want you getting wet again... at least not like that.”

A/N: thank you all for the love on part 1 ☺️ I hope this meets your expectations <3

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

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Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

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