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jackinalex · 1 year ago

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Would love to hear your thoughts on Glitter & Crimson. It’s about Jalex isn’t it

I really gotta stop mentioning things I'm afraid people will latch onto. Sigh. But tbh, I've been wanting an excuse to use my English teacher knowledge to analyze the shit out of that song in particular. If you took an AP English class, you know that it's 90% bullshitting you're way through claims and that is absolutely why I am who I am. This is so fucking long, dude.

I spent an embarrassing amount of time on this. Like I literally printed out the lyrics and annotated it like I was in college. But this is my shit, y’all. I love to analyze things. So, there’s a few different ways that I went about this: what the literary devices mean vs. what Alex (the liar) says the song means vs. the Jalex conspiracy theories that keep me in Delululand. Please scroll on if you don’t want to read about me being delusional about Jalex. Also, the very, very last of this is where we get into the absolute most delusional theory I have, so scroll to the bottom if that’s all you want.

Let’s start off with what Alex has said about the song so that it can provide us at least a little context. Alex told Apple Music: “To me, this song is about two characters who are deeply in love, whose love is not allowed to be that by [a certain] society. They’re gay, and they don’t feel like they’re accepted in their own skin for who they are, or for who they want to love. It’s a cry out to seize that power back and saying, ‘No. You don’t get to dictate how we live our lives.’ Obviously, I can’t speak to that, being a straight guy, but I know a lot of people who live that experience every day. And it was something that felt very meaningful that I wanted to address for them because they can’t [in this way]. They aren’t songwriters.” This is less helpful context-wise, but he also told Kerrang: “This was dramatic to record (laughs). It was one of the last songs we wrote – in fact, it might have been the very last one. The record was almost done, but I felt like there were a couple of missing pieces. We actually went out to Big Bear [Lake, in California] – me, Jack, Zakk and Andrew. We rented a cabin and locked ourselves away for a minute. As we recorded Glitter & Crimson, it was one of those moments where we went, ‘Oh, thank god! We’ve got the thing that we were missing!’ I think the performance in the bridge is me almost knowing that it was the last take. It’s like when the director is about to call, ‘That’s a wrap!’ and everybody is like, ‘Holy shit!’ You feel that swell of relief and appreciation for getting through it.”

Most importantly, during the Wake Up, Sunshine Twitch Listening Party, Alex literally says he wrote G & C about Jack (starts at 1:36:26). Idc if he's joking, bro. It's good enough for me.

I guess the best way to go about the analysis is just to go lyric-by-lyric. Then, I’ll go a bit deeper into more of the bigger symbols. I want to preface this by saying that Alex probably did not mean for a lot of these things to mean what I’ve interpreted them to mean. And when I say I interpreted them, I mainly mean that I took what was given to me and recalled the connotations that these words carry (that was so wordy; idek if that made sense).

It’s a typical story, three in the morning

You’re holding my head.

To me, this seems fairly literal. Sitting with another person at 3 in the morning with them holding your head is really intimate. It could be after sex or just an intense conversation. I think that this is one of the lines that points toward this song being about a gay couple the most. I know he doesn’t specify what gender the couple is, but since Alex simply cannot write a song without inserting himself, I’m guessing they’re dudes. The holding my head kind of gives off that vibe to me, too. Anyone can hold anyone’s head, of course, but something about it just gives me the image of a guy holding a guy’s head. No matter how you spin it (head on the shoulder, head on the lap, etc.) it is super intimate, which means that this is a situation between two people who are very close. It’s vulnerable, too. There’s also the idiom “to hold something over someone’s head,” but I do think that the meaning here is literal. The idiom doesn’t make sense here. We gotta remember that Jack and Alex (and Zakk and Andrew) wrote this song together at a lake house. Every time I hear the opening lines, I think about Jack and Alex being together at 3 am in the lake house in one of those bedrooms, Jack holding Alex’s head. 🥺

Caught in the tension, silent confessions

At the foot of your bed

The tension line could be in reference to the relationship, which we know is not accepted by those around them. It could also just be another reference to sex lol. I’m leaning more toward the former, though. I think the silent confessions depend on where the couple is at in their relationship. If they’re established, I think it’s probably a confession of love (like, we’ve been seeing each other, but I’m actually in love with you). But if it’s in the very early stages, the confession could be the confession of feelings. These two people are really close, so if they’re not yet a couple, then they’re definitely best friends. “At the foot of your bed” makes me think about sex again lol (specifically head because…Yeah).

Glitter and crimson, fighting the friction

What a perfect mess

Glitter and crimson are massive metaphors/symbols in this song, so I’m going to hold off on going too far into that just yet. For now, we can discuss how the two are contrasting. Glitter is pretty and can symbolize the beautiful things in life (it can symbolize a lot of other things, too, which we will get to, promise). Crimson, on the other hand, often represents blood and violence (and a lot of other things, too), so this is one of the first instances of conflicting ideas and feelings. The two ideas come together despite being opposites. “Fighting the friction” could be another reference to tension, whether it’s conflict brought about because of societal pressure, or sexual tension. It could even be both.

While I know that Alex definitely wasn’t trying to reference pride or the history of it, the mention of glitter was an excellent way of doing so. Glitter has a rich history with the LGBT community. It is tied with queer nightlife and the performance arts of drag, burlesque, and cabaret. In the past, it was a way to signal queer identity to other queer people, a practice that some people use to this day. It was also used as a kind of beauty and/or gender defiance when men were ostracized for presenting femininely and women were ostracized for presenting masculinely (Dorwart). Overall, glitter can also symbolize fakeness, materialism, greed, treasure, and excitement. In the instance of the lyric, I tend to think that the glitter is representative of the beauty of the situation, but also having to hide the relationship (the “characters” are being fake by hiding their relationship.

While crimson can symbolize blood, violence, anger, warning or revenge (which is what I believe its main purpose is with the lyric), it can also represent vigor, passion, love, and courage. I definitely think that love and passion are an important part of this, too. Every facet of this relationship is intense, whether it be a negative or positive thing. This is also hedging into Delululand, but crimson (it’s called red in the flag, but the shade is definitely crimson) was one of the colors of the original pride flag, representing life. I’m certain that Alex was not thinking of the pride flag when he wrote this song, but there are so many references that he did accidentally that this song could be a gay anthem tbh.

With the “perfect mess” line, Alex has given us an oxymoron and another example of contrast. The two words are technically opposites, but when they come together, they create a new meaning. In the narrative, this refers to the relationship feeling so good and right to the guys, but not allowed by society, those around them, and even maybe themselves. If we look at it through a Jalex lens, the “mess” could easily be the conflict between them having feelings for one another and the pressures of the band and their friendship (a very classic fanfic trope for a good reason). There’s a lot to lose if things don’t work out, so there’s a very real question of whether pursuing a relationship is worth it. As we’ll get to later, it definitely seems like it is to them.

I wonder if you feel kinda like I feel

Temporary

These lines feel fairly literal to me. To feel temporary means to feel impermanent or uncertain. I think that both could be prevalent here. I also think that those feelings pertain to both the relationship and just their lives in general. It feels like the relationship can’t last because that’s what society tells them, and the uncertainty comes from not knowing if they even want it to (because they too are influenced by society). Alex has always written a lot about existentialism and these two lines strongly evoke that concept (which, to me, is more proof of the song being written from his perspective vs some “character” but we’ll get into more instances of that later).

Fixed on a moment just out of focus

And we can’t quite see

Being us ain’t good for us

I put these three lines together because they finish out the first verse and because there is significant enjambment, too. The first line is literal in the sense that the two characters (air quotes) in the song are trying to imagine what a good life together could be like, but they’re struggling too because that future seems so impossible (as we see with the second line). However, “and we can’t quite see” also brings into the second idea here. They can’t see the future and it also seems like being themselves and together isn’t good for them (probably because it’s dangerous for a lot of queer people in the world, even still). That leads us into the chorus, which is where we get to the cry out of the chorus.

And I don’t wanna wait till the sunshine fades

And bury our love in a shallow grave

Sunshinesymbolized happiness and life, so by the sunshine fading, that has to do with the beauty and goodness of the relationship wearing off (whether that be due to societal pushback or just conflict between the two guys). Sunshine is also what the yellow represented on the original pride flag. Again, I do not think that Alex ever intentionally referenced the flag, but…Anyway, it could also just be a little wink to the album itself “Wake Up Sunshine” or the song on the album. That song is also about existentialism to a certain extent, though it’s directed toward someone else and not about the narrator’s issues with it. Meanwhile, typically, shallow graves are done hastily by criminals (not always, but that’s what it is most associated with) because they don’t take much time or effort to dig. Alex (and Jack; Jesus, I keep forgetting he helped write this song) probably chose to pair these two lines because they almost have the same amount of syllables (11 vs. 10), but it’s also possible that he chose this specific phrase because being gay was a criminal offense for years. A shallow grave also indicates urgency and haphazardness, which would mean that the burial would probably be unplanned and quick. The narrator (Alex) is clear about not wanting that.

Cause the world could be cruel to us or

We could live for the dangerous so

Let’s start, let’s start a riot

Just like a few lines ago, I included these three together for the enjambment. The first line is straightforward, supporting the idea of society being unaccepting to the couple. When we put it with the second line, it’s reiterating that though the world is cruel, they could live for it instead of being afraid of it. When we pair the second line with the third, the narrator is saying that he wants to stop being afraid and instead embrace and fight for what he and his lover have. It is impossible for me to ignore the term “riot” being used here in a queer context because the first pride was a riot! I’m sure most of you know about the Stonewall riots, but if not, here’s a bit of background: there was a small dive bar in NYC called the Stonewall Inn, which LGBT+ frequented. In an article entitled "The First Pride Was a Riot: The Origins of Pride Month” for American University Washington DC, Patty Housman writes:

At the time there existed outdated “masquerade” or “cross-dressing” laws that suggested a “man” or a “woman” must be wearing a certain number of clothing items that matched the gender on their state-issued ID. The police took advantage of these laws to raid drinking establishments and arrest transgender and gender non-conforming individuals. Just after midnight on June 28, 1969, the police raided the Stonewall Inn like they had many times before. Only, this time, something unusual happened: Stonewall patrons fought back.

There are conflicting stories about what actually happened, but essentially queer people fought back against the police brutality that had been plaguing them for quite some time. They were targeted, attacked, humiliated, arrested, and even worse, and they were fed up. Since this event took place in June, we now celebrate in America every June. And again, I’m sure that Alex and Jack didn’t intend to reference Stonewall, but I’m deep into queer theory now, so there’s no going back. Sometimes meanings can appear in works without the original composer even realizing it. Long story short, the riot is a way to take power back, whether it be the metaphorical riot in this song or the proverbial riots at Stonewall. And since this is supposed to be a queer song that references a riot, Stonewall must be discussed.

Hard to sit still when your head’s on fire

Oh, oh yeah

The saying “my head’s on fire” means that one is stressed or overwhelmed. However, “your head’s on fire” indicates that someone is lying. Therefore, I think this line has a dual meaning. I think that it references both here because a) the narrator is frustrated with having to hide his love from society, but it can also indicate that they’ve been lying (i.e, hiding their relationship). “Hard to sit still” calls back to the riot idea. It can be difficult to sit idly by when you know for sure that something is wrong. The narrator is tired of sitting around and hiding their relationship.

‘Cause I’m a supernova

And you’re my four leaf clover

These two symbols are the most important (besides glitter and crimson) in the entire song. This is entirely metaphor; there’s nothing literal in these two lines. The narrator compares himself to a supernova, which is the greatest explosion humans have ever seen. They are the “extremely bright and super powerful explosion of a star.” Supernovas signify destruction and renewal, so the narrator is seeking a new beginning of some sort. On the other hand, four-leaf clover have always symbolized luck, but they can also represent protection and the uncommon. Traditionally, each leaf of a four leaf clover signified something different: hope, faith, luck, and charity. Therefore, the narrator sees his lover as somewhat of a good luck charm. He’s different from others, but he’s everything to the narrator.

This is where I get the most Delulu, so just keep that in mind as you’re reading. I’m now going to argue that the supernova represents Alex and the four-leaf clover represents Jack. I’m not pulling this completely out of my ass, I promise. Alex is obsessed with space. He brings it up every chance he gets and if you listened to Full Frontal, you know how annoying it could get lmao. Point is, the man loves some fucking space, okay? To Alex, Jack has always represented goodness. Nothing sums it up better than his birthday post for him here. He literally sees him as a “bright light in this weird world” and loves him “times a million.” But there’s been countless instances of Alex singing Jack’s praises (and even more of Jack singing Alex’s). This last tour, Jack’s been spending every moment trying to make Alex happy and keep him laughing, and ya know, Alex can lie all he wants and say that “Kill Ur Vibe” isn’t about Jack, but it absolutely fucking is, even if he doesn’t know that. Alex sees himself as a supernova and Jack as a four-leaf clover. Jack is not only a rarity, but also just a constant sign of goodness in Alex’s life and that, my dudes, is fucking beautiful.

There is also a specific species of clover called crimson clover. I doubt that Alex thought about this while they were writing this song, but when I started working on this analysis, it occurred to me that I’d heard the two phrases before in a Lana del Rey song. And if you guys know Jack, he loves Lana. In “Venice Bitch,” she has a line that says, “Me myself, I like diamonds//My baby crimson and clover.” This line is a reference to the song “Crimson & Clover” by Tommy James and the Shondells. It’s a song about the potential for loving someone and what a relationship could be. I don’t know if there was any thinking about this song during the writing of G & C, but it’s interesting how the two songs are essentially about the same thing (just in different contexts). G & C is about the potential for loving someone and what a relationship could be, but through a more cynical lens (at first). The use of the ampersand in both songs is curious, too. I don’t doubt that Alex is aware of this song, but I don’t know that it had much of an influence on it. I do love the idea that Alex wrote about crimson and clover in the same song for Jack (who loves Lana) or even that it was Jack’s idea in the first place. It’s just cute.

Crimson clover doesn’t have a ton of ideas associated it with it, but some people tend to see it as a sign of growth, resilience, love, and affection. The latter two are probably related to it being red and I would assume that the Tommy James and the Shondells song helped with that connotation, too. It’s the growth and resilience that really intrigues me, though. They grow throughout the winter, which is fascinating and definitely lets that resilience ring true. If we’re to link those concepts to the song, the narrator believes that their relationship is resilient and growing, maturing in a way that it necessary for them to thrive. Winter can symbolize hard, rough times, and so the narrator views their relationship as troubled (whether it be because of the way they’re viewed or because of their own issues), but resilient and able to survive the difficult times.

Time to stop being insane about the last two lines and get into the second verse and bridge.

Heavy as ever, light as a feather

I’m caught in between

“Light as a feather” is a common idiom (and synonym) for having very light weight and/or being light and free. Here, the narrator is contrasting the feeling of being free and light because they’re so happy with their lover with the fact that he also feels “heavy,” which means hard to endure or emotionally taxing. When used literally, heavy refers to something being hard to carry because of its weight. So while the narrator is happy, he is also sad and probably anxious and unsure because of the oppression he and his lover are facing. The second line is telling us that verbatim; he is torn between focusing on being happy with his lover and the negative feelings associated with their sexualities and relationship.

Hard to stay focused, process the progress

How long can we be

Happy if happy ain’t meant for us

This calls back to the lines before it. Again, it’s hard for the narrator to focus on how happy the relationship makes him because of how bad society and oppression makes him feel. “Process the progress” probably means that it’s difficult for him to focus on how much their relationship has grown because of how anxious he also is. Progress is also a term used frequently with LGBTQ+ issues. We use “progress” to describe how things have improved for queer folks in the last few decades. I think the narrator could be referring to that, as well, that it’s hard to look at how much progress has been made as a society when things are still bad (especially for trans folks). The second and third lines see the narrator expressing his anxiety again. Yes, he’s very happy with his lover, but society is constantly telling him that they won’t work out, and he’s worried that some part of that is right.

Cause being less ain’t good enough

But being us feels good to us

To be less means not as good or esteemed as someone else. In this sense, I take it as the narrator saying that he has been suppressing part of himself (his sexuality and relationship), since to suppress part of yourself makes you “less,” in a way (I hope that makes sense). Essentially, if you’re not presenting all of yourself, part of you is missing, hence “less.” The narrator says that being less isn’t good enough, which I take as meaning that not being their full, authentic selves is not enough, and by enough, he means he doesn’t want to settle for hiding their relationship in the way that they have been. And besides, with the line, “being us feels good to us,” the narrator is expressing that being with his lover feels right despite all of the anxiety he feels.

I’m skipping the chorus, obviously, so let’s get into the bridge.

No compromise, no second best

There’s no stopping now, this weight on my chest

This is the beginning of the cry out in which the couple takes their power back. No compromise means no more suppressing themselves, which reminds me a lot of the old idea of gay people being allowed to exist and be with their partners at home and in LGBT+ spaces, but nowhere else. The narrator is saying that he’s not doing this anymore. This could be what “second best” is, whereas the best situation would be where they are accepted and allowed to be themselves everywhere, though I do wonder if second best could also refer to the concept of “playing straight,” which is where queer people date only people of the opposite sex in order to fit societal norms. People have historically done this to stay alive. It’s not as common anymore, but it’s definitely something that still happens. This could be a reference to the men dating (or even marrying) women in order to hide their sexuality and not ruffle society’s feathers.

The narrator is putting an end to whatever the compromise and second best are, though. He’s going to be open and honest with himself, his lover, and the world, and that’s what the “no stopping now” refers to. He’s done pretending and making himself lesser to make other people comfortable. “The weight on my chest” is the huge uncertainty and anxiety of his relationship. He’s getting rid of it. It could also be anticipation, though, which would be the anticipation of taking his power back. It’s an important, hard thing that is going to change the course of his life forever.

I won’t settle down, won’t settle for less

I won’t settle for less, I won’t settle for less

I think this is pretty literal. The narrator is not going to sit down and be quiet (and thus, hide his authentic self), and he’s not going to settle for anything but being his authentic self. I do think that the “won’t settle down” could be read as an allusion to Stonewall, since the queer folks that protested those three days were constantly told to just calm down for many years before they finally fought back. “Settle down” could also be a reference to playing straight since settling down often entails getting married to someone of the opposite sex and having children (*I look into the camera like I’m on a mockumentary*). This could also mean that the narrator is not going to be with a woman to appease society. They utilize parallelism (and thusly, repetition) here. Repetition is almost always utilized to emphasize a feeling or idea, create rhythm, and/or develop a sense of urgency. I definitely believe that the use of repetition here is used for emphasis. Not settling is an important theme of the song. Parallelism is also used to create emphasis, but also to create flow between lines, which is always necessary for songs. I’m sure there’s probably more literary devices in the song, but I doubt you guys want me to go too much farther into that lol.

To sum up, the song is rich with metaphors and allusions (even if Alex wasn’t aware of the latter when they were writing it). I think it has the potential of being a great queer anthem. I don’t know that it will ever become that, but all of these possible references to pride and Stonewall are so fucking good (even if it’s just from happenstance). This may make me totally fucking insane, but I can’t ignore the fact that Alex wrote this song with Jack at a cabin in Big Bear, the album was released, and then like eight months later, Alex and Lisa were split up. Then, like another month passed, and Alex was living with Jack. I’m aware that I’m delusional, but this isn’t even me speculating; I’m just reporting events in the order they happened. Take that as you will.

Works Cited

Dorwart, Laura. “Inside the Fascinating History of Glitter and Gay Culture.” Byrdie, 15 February 2022. https://www.byrdie.com/history-of-glitter.

Patty Housman. “The First Pride Was a Riot: The Origins of Pride Month.” American University Washington D.C.,10 June 2022.

“What Is a Supernova?” NASA, NASA, 23 July 2021, spaceplace.nasa.gov/supernova/en/.

#please forgive me for taking forever #also this is not proofread bc like #i'm lazy #anyway? i hope y'all can get some kind of enjoyment out of this?#kalina answers #jalex #jack #alex #glitter & crimson #wake up sunshine

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imsogayyippee · 7 months ago

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Consider: Firefight by Jimmy Eat World for timlex

Also consider, if you're feeling so bold: I Never Told You What I Do For a Living by mcr

this got um. really long bc im not normal about mcr

"For you and me, there's nowhere left to hide/Except you and me, there's no one else alive"

timlex being the only ones left (besides from Jessica, but she wasn't really that involved in everything that happened anyway) and possibly them, after entry 86, going back to going from hotel to hotel?? (not cause anyone's gonna find them but rather cause itd be kinda weird to stay in a hotel for years)

GAAHHEHAAJAAJJANANARAAAHAHAHAHHHHHHAHHAQQJNQJDNJQND I NEVER YPLDYOI WHAT I DO FOT A LIVIGN!!!!! EXPLODS AND DDIES....... MY CHEMICLA ROAMCNER!!!!!!!!!!!

AAHAHJANSBQJBWNDNAN YOU GET IT YOU GET JT!!!!!!!!!!!!

okokokwkdkwkdnan this song is very entry 86 I think. i was actually making a jam/timlex animatic with this song but i left it cause. idek. I jsut left it.

"You can say a prayer if you need to/Or just get in line and I'll grieve you" "Another night and I'll see you/Another night and I'll be you/Some other way to continue to hide my face"

NBSJWBSNWNS this song to me is kind of what Tim was thinking as he killed Alex, since the song starts out aggressive (like Tim bc of the operator) and then towards the end becomes a bit slower (like how tim, after killing Alex, cried and apparently regretted it). To me this is like. The prayer and grieve thing is like. you can hope i don't kill you or you can become part of the people i miss. Then the I'll see you, I'll be you thing is like. i'm gonna meet you today in Benedict Hall but I'll (be)come you since I'll be the one killing someone now.

"Another knife in my hands/A stain that never comes off the sheets" "The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes"

self explanatory

"Touched by angels though, I fall out of grace/I did it all so maybe I'd live this everyday"

Touched by angels would be like. tim is a nice person, he wouldn't have killed Alex if it wasn't for the operator ("i fall out of grace"). What he'd live everyday would be a more normal(? life

"I tried/And we'll all dance along to the tune of your death/We'll love again, we'll laugh again/And it's better off this way"

Tim doesn't want to have killed Alex but in some way, him being out of the question makes everything easier, plus, alex wouldn't have to suffer with the operator anymore ("and it's better off this way")

"Well, I'm laughing out, crying out, laughing out loud"

subtitles don't specify if Tim's laughing or crying (literally says "[Tim crying/laughing]")

JBQKW1NKDBQKDBANBDK2BEKQNAMAAAAAAAAA6 they make me SICK /vpos

#marble hornets #tim wright #alex kralie #timlex #asks

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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years ago

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Okay, I'm always interested in learning more about 'but you're talking in your sleep'. Obviously lvjy song and the mc's/your interest in literature are two important story details. How did you decide to intertwine those? Like, did you read you are jeff and decide to make a fic off of it, or did was it the songs that inspired it? Why did you decide to do both? Idek if this makes sense, tbh. But I'd love to know your though process, in general, regarding that fic.

oh YO this is perfect I love you im gonna ramble for a bit !!

also context; read but you're talking in your sleep (Wilbur/Sister-Innit!Reader)

So initially I was hyperfixated on Pebblebrain when it came out (weren't we all) and my song flavour was Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry? and the very first idea I had was about the reader and Wilbur being best friends and former FWB after the reader starts dating a fuckboi, which I realised I've already kind of talked about here, but I'm happy to reiterate that the line 'say my name in her sleep/i thought you knew her better than me' and Wilbur just being the cockiest motherfucker without a shred of self awareness that he is very in love with the reader and that's the main reason he hates her boyfriend (who is also just a tool).

the idea to intertwine the lvjy and specifically siken is so unbelievably self indulgent; he's my favourite poet and has been for years, and Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out has been my favourite poem for a very long time. as for You Are Jeff, i can't remember exactly, but I think I saw the first few lines of the last stanza in like a webweave while I was looking for inspiration and I realised 'you're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you he loves you, but he loves you' is the most precious, perfect summary of reader & wilbur's dynamic in the fic. this was also the basis of the part of the reader's characterisation where they always used allusions/implications/other people's words when they were afraid of speaking the truth. a few of these moments that i want to point out;

the first one is of course Do I Wanna Know?

literally all of the lyrics for this song. i tried to pick a few but holy shit all of this song -- the first time the song's mentioned when it's Y/N's karoke choice and then immediately calling Wilbur right after they'd chosen it I think the key lyrics are; 'Have you no idea that you're in deep? / I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week / How many secrets can you keep? / 'Cause there's this tune I found / That makes me think of you somehow an' I play it on repeat / Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee

the second time the song is mentioned is when Y/N and Wilbur go out to a pub with his flatmates in brighton and she starts humming it when they head to his bedroom, and it's just the whole second verse; So have you got the guts? / Been wonderin' if your heart's still open / And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts / Simmer down an' pucker up, I'm sorry to interrupt / It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of tryin' to kiss you / I don't know if you feel the same as I do / But we could be together if you wanted to

the one that personally might break my fucking heart that Y/N is very familiar with Jubilee Line, which is already a fucking bleak song especially since she lives in London, and later has some implications about how if she didn't leave London she was going to jump in front of a train, but there's a little moment in the first chapter when she's on the phone with Wilbur right before she decides to come visit him -- “I’m everywhere. My mind’s everywhere. The walls shout back, I didn’t realise they could do that, or start the argum- I’m not making sense. I’m sorry.” -- it's such a blink and you'll miss it allusion but she's making a point to hide the truth she knows about Mark and her relationship by reference Jubilee Line and the lyrics 'shout at the walls because the walls don't fucking love you'.

In the final part, when Wilbur comes to pick up Y/N from the french cafe, and she's quietly moved by how much he cares about her in a way other people in her life seem not to -- before turning and beaming at him, thanking him again for coming all this way, adding that he didn’t need to worry; ‘no cause for concern’ is how you worded it, deliberate. -- Because 1) 'We ain't gonna hurt you' but also, as much as there is a more romantic final chorus to that song, she is also like 'you could knock the wind out of my breath / you could knock the teeth out of my head / and still it's no cause for concern' like she loves this boy who drove to another country for her, he can do whatever he wants forever in her books.

and one other one off the top of my head is the fact that the name she'd hidden Wilbur as in her phone is Pandora as a reference to the text conversation when they'd reconnected, yes, but also because He Gives Her Hope.

and now, on this already long post, im going to talk about the lovejoy lyrics that were "inspired" by Y/N in the fic (when its really the other way around)

Sex Sells gets an in-canon one; But the song he’d written about how Mark doesn’t love you he just loves that you’re his, that you hate him but you keep going back to him for reasons Wilbur still doesn’t fully understand, and now on top of it all you know that Wilbur can’t stop fucking thinking about it, about you, even when he’s trying to sleep? It’s accurate, and everything tastes like ash in his mouth for several bitter moments. How’d it go again? How’s it feel to be so loved, yet so alone? He’s got his answer, can hear it in your sobs as you sit on the steps of your boyfriend’s apartment two hours away.

So lets go through Pebblebrain

Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry? is obviously a huge one lol, with a lot of what i drew Fucking Mark from;

You got the same eyes as your father / And you carry the same kind of temper too / But what a shame for the people of the community -- which ties directly in with another of the songs i'll get to, and this line from a flashback; “It’s a good school, though, I’m glad I got in, and Mark, he’s- he’s really sweet. It’s brave of him to move, even though I’m on campus and he’s not; none of his family’s lived outside of Nottingham for generations,” the face you’re making is close to a smile, to anyone else they might mistake it as such, but there’s a wrinkle in the bridge of your nose, a tightness at the edge of your smile, “he’s training to go into the same line of work as his dad, he’s just glad he can do it here,” you laugh, but there’s no humour in it.

But I quite like your girlfriend! / How the fuck 'd she end up with you? -- i think this speaks for itself

And she told me that she fuckin' hates you -- regarding the moment; Later, he’ll ask the question that’s been plaguing him, ask if you even like your boyfriend. Later, you’ll be wrapped up in his sheets, stretched out on his bed as your whole face scrunches like you’ve bitten a lemon, and he’ll have no idea what you mean when you tell him that that hasn’t mattered in a very long time.

the whole song is about Mark in this fic. the whole song. i love it so much.

Model Buses could also be arguably about Mark in some respects but I've held myself back from putting that thought into the fic.

I don't think Concrete has any real connections to the fic either, however.......

PERFUME, BAYBEEEEEEE

in the context of the fic, it's written mostly after the reader goes home from brighton after their affair with wilbur where they're clearly in love with each other and he's struggling to deal with that in a healthy way by writing the song. i could add analysis for LITERALLY EVERY LINE but i wont. just know it's all Y/N

It's 3:45 (AM) / And I just bite my tongue / Update me on your life / And now you've found the one / But I don't like his eyes -- hence his building almost resentment whenever they call him when drunk and insisting that mark's not as bad as he seems

And I can still smell her perfume -- because it's on his damn pillows.

You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman / Well, I say you need better standards -- you remember how i said a line in OYYGC links to another song, well it's this, now, because with Y/N talking about Mark training to go into the same field as his dad, we also get this reveal, despite not drawing attention/connecting it to the earlier mention of Mark's chosen career being the same as his dad's; “Mark’s dad’s been chief of police in our town for as long as I can remember,” Tommy says with a sigh.

Why can't you be a dick? / Why must you be so nice? / It's hard for me to move on / When I don't really hate you / (I don't really hate you) -- this one's a lot of things, it's Wilbur fully acknowledging that he should not be cool with Y/N cheating emotionally and physically on her partner but still making peace with it despite the turmoil the situation has caused him. it's also him kind of frustrated at how despite Y/N rightfully calling him out for writing such a spiteful song as Sex Sells, they didn't take it as badly as they could have, and so he acknowledges that he doesn't actually believe what the song is saying about them. it's ALSO a deliberate echo of this moment; “I wish I could hate you more for this, but I don’t,” you mumble, soft and a little forlorn, heart not in your words as his aches. He should have kept that song to himself, like his gut had told him to.

You'll Understand When You're Older is an interesting one because I appreciate the actual meaning of the song a lot, but i also like adding my own to it, so the context here is it's half inspired by the Y/N situation and half by current events;

It must be nice to be the reason / His work, it ain't so bleak / That must be what motivates you -- there's spite here as he considers how little Mark appreciates Y/N and her love and kindness, with the veiled implication of 'if Wilbur were in Mark's situation these lyrics would be sincere'.

All he needs is to see you smiling / And well, you light up his whole week -- that implication and subtext moves straight up to text here. Wilbur is just talking about himself here.

Imagine thе kind of things he'd do to you / If there wеren't so many cameras -- calling back to their almost moment when Y/N had sat in on Wilbur's stream in brighton, refusing to reveal their identity;

“If you’ve got something to say,” insufferably smug, he watches you puff out your cheeks. Averting your gaze, you flip him off, hand in frame for the camera to see, “sook,” he teases, “just say what’s on your mind.” For a moment, your mouth drops open as if you’re about to say something, to call his bluff, but your gaze flicks to his webcam. What’s on my mind, you mouth pointedly when you look back to him; something about your expression has turned bashful for reasons he can’t quite fathom. You glance quickly at the camera again before shaking your head, you wish, you mouth, but can’t quite look him in the eye. There’s a serious moment where he considers ending the stream, because this feels like it could be a moment, a chance. He’s a hypocrite, he can’t begin to say what’s on his mind, won’t give himself the chance, getting back to his stream after another brief moment and a deep breath.

and of course;

And you're keeping a dark secret / But you're talkin' in your sleep -- Y/N loves Wilbur, not her longterm boyfriend. wilbur knows this because she talks in her sleep. <3

The Fall again isn't relevant.

and finally, in the fic, a lot of the lyrics and vibes were completed not too long after Y/N and Wilbur reconnected, before Are You Alright was even released, but Wilbur will never in his life (in this fic lol) admit that It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! was a heartbreaking hybrid of his own feelings/experiences, and kind of who Y/N had become in the two years since they'd seen each other, also what he had seen a little bit of after she reconnected with Mark when she and Wilbur had first met, while wilbur still tries to act like he's not in love with her. but it is, and he is.

HOLY SHIT OKAY THATS SO MANY WORDS but also a lot of that ive been holding onto for SO LONG and im so glad i got the chance to talk about it. seriously anything else abt the fic you wanna talk about because I love it TO DEATH. every day i fight the urge to explain the entire 46 song fic playlist. i lov u.

#wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur imagine #wilbur soot imagine #bytiys #shut ur pretty mouth

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gladiolidiaries · 1 year ago

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do you think we'll ever get a good content schedule from them? i feel like a broken record talking about it, and maybe i'm just too hopeful but i miss their dynamic and fun silly minecraft videos. now it just seems like they can't settle on what to do since they need to work on the next big thing or just something new that hasn't been done before.

tbh i get it for dream the pressure is always high on him especially as the top mc channel who was known for being one of the best at the game, manhunt, the speedruns, and having consistent hits. plus he just has so much shit going on 😭💀 people hate him for crying, and ppl are now calling him random ass nasty words like everyone is out to get his ass 💀. and his mc content could honestly in my humble opinion change things positivity for himself and dteam as a whole. plus the drituation thing// whatever is going on with that... so i get him if he wants to plan new things because pressure is definitely high. at least we get some casual still fun mc videos in between. the problem is when that's going to be released.

now george idek what's going on he said he got a project he's working on./but what if it's really just some behind the scene work/business and we've just fucking delusional. can someone just make him a model he would love it tbh. plus we're never going to get another minecraft but my friend is... because he said they're old now (?) or boring i forgot what. i really want his youtube career back, but if he doesn't want to i wish we could get fun irl streams again. i feel like if he at least was consistent doesnt have to be a weekly thing maybe even monthly would be good with some tweet announcement in advance it would be so much fun..

now sapnap,,, i like his mc content the last dteam videos were so good, but everytime i finished a video i would just get sad because we wont have another one for who knows how long.. plus he's not overly obnoxious in his youtube vids so it's fun and makes me like him a lot... his streams --he's so inconsistent,, bro keeps lying to us-- i like them sometimes but i get annoyed at how he practically has nothing planned (i get it's a 'daily' thing) and sometimes when i see him yawn i get annoyed because broooo... i wish he could actually play his hardcore world and do fun little adventures on there that would be fun to watch,, but bro just sings along to songs (it just happens all the time)..

they fumble so hard.. like sapnap could be doing so much more on his streams, but since he just waits around obviously only his very dedicated fanbase will watch or others would just watch recaps since it's not really a you need to be there thing. dream needs to get his shit together and start giving himself harsh deadlines or something like that so he can start pushing things out. george well i wish he could stream, we /hannah give him countless ideas..... just miss dreamteam honestly,, give me back the three mc nerds please.... i really just want their mc videos back

honestly i'm past waiting and i'm past caring at this point. i think its bc my hyperfix died but i can't even make myself care anymore, i've reached acceptance about how they handle their career and content.

i don't think that regular dteam content is coming, ever 😭

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you're tuning into the jj radio show.. here are some sort-of monthly roundups!!! (but kind of last months too its only been september for like 2 weeks). idk if any of them will be ur thing but i hope u like at least one out of the 10 i picked >_^

3005, childish gambino. god. this is just the song ever for me i cant explain why i love it so much i just DO. sol.. to be honest.. i'll right by ur side til 3005. ITS JSUT SOOOO.

追われてる, soul scream. INCREDIBLE!!! THIS IS REAL MUSIC!!! THIS IS CRAZYYYY. OWARETERU ❗ OWARETERU 💢 OWARETERUU 💥 like some people wouldnt even get it for real.

make luv, brent faiyaz. CRUSHING something in my hands right now. IDK HOW HE DOES ITTTT when he makes sth good he makes sth GOOD do u get me. i might explode.

100,000 - unfinished, jai paul. shoving this song into the hands of anyone who'll listen. every time i listen to this song i think the “And when you think you know what I know / A hundred thousand light years to go” near the end wont hit as hard because i've sort of built up a resistance to it and then it SHOOTS ME IN THE HEADDD. too good.

trick me, kelis. the tasty (2003) album gets me INSANE there is not a singular miss on there for me. and this song... oh its so bad rn. im obsessed with it. like im going crazy. Hepl!

1 thing, amerie. i hear this song and suddenly i can sing i can dance and i can walk in 6-inch heels! and also this isnt that relevant to the song but her hair on the touch album cover.. IT EATS IDEK

two moons, exo-k. you might've heard this before but if not IT NEEDS TO BE HEARDDDD this is literally one of my fave exo songs.

the 7th sense, nct u. you might've heard this too sorry 😓😓 BUT HOW CAN I NOT SUGGEST THIS LIKE ? changed my life forever. when mark lee said “uh, and that's a long-ass ride” i think some part of me just passed away. that IS a long ass ride. 1 thing mark lee's never gonna do is lie!!

taking what's not yours, tv girl. THIS SONG IS SO FUNNYYY. and also very good. BUT ITS SO PETTY LIKE STOP I GIGGLE EVERY TIME I LISTEN 😭 “Ooh, I still have your lighter / Ooh, I still have your book” LIKE HE SOUNDS SO ANNOYING LMFAOO

iii. telegraph ave, childish gambino. had to start and end w him!!! again HOW IS HE SO CRAZY LIKE THISSS. got me moving and floating and ascending and dying. its serious. i love it.

and thats it! like i said i hope u like at least 1 ☹️ THIS WAS FUN I RLY ENJOYED TYPING OUT MY SILLY LITTLE THOUGHTS.. but i will shut up now LOL. time for you to switch to a different station, because the jj radio show is over!! (LMAOO OK ROLEPLAY)

3005: not bad not bad! rap isn't my favourite genre but the lyricism is great and it's honestly really nice to listen to while staring out a window :DD

追われてる: the intro was funky in a good way! love the rhythm and it's catchy in a way that has me bobbing along to it.

make luv: not really my vibe but the chorus is enjoyable. smth id put on my fic writing playlist ngl 👍

100,000 - unfinished: THE SWITCH UP AT THE BEGINNING AYOOO??! from the heavy rap to sudden vocals then merging the two is so 😩😩 i love the vibes of it. “a hundred thousand light years to go” ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i love how the words are staggered; it’s jerky the speech but it works so well

trick me: again, the song itself isn't for me specifically but the lyricism is to die for. "freedom to us has always been a trick // freedom to you has always been who ever landed on your dick" LIKE HELLO??? YES I LOVE THIS audibly went "ooooh" when i heard it. the rap is amazing too

1 thing: ok the intro ok it's nice its nice. OOH THE VOCALS I LIKE THIS TBH it's so fun??! if i weren't hacking my lungs out id totally get up and dance very badly to this (pretend like im an edit or like part of a clip compilation or smth yes yes)

two moons: the beginning is very cool, i like the beat and the rapping! ok when it picks up around 0:59 and they start saying two moons and stuff 💥💥💥 honestly did not expect to like this as much as i actually do :00 added it to my main playlist too 😼😼

the 7th sense: "OPEN YOUR EYES" OMG I LOVE THE CHORUS like my eyes are open and im sat. I GET WHAT YOU MEAN WITH THE MARK LINE!!!! nah ok this is going on the main playlist bc yes.

taking what’s not yours: THIS??? SLAPS??? i don't listen to enough tv girl shit i should be- the beat is such a good walking song i will climb a mountain listening to this. “ooh, i still have your lighter // ooh, i still have your book // ooh i still have everything you bought, but you never took” this right here. makes me want to- *explodes*

iii. telegraph ave: OMG THE DROP thought this was going to be a slower song but. the shift. the switch up 😫

omg this was fun!! pls music recs are amazing i love getting them

#✉️. love letters !#— from: pb with a side of jj.

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hi guysss its been a while, these days i usually just come on here if something big has happened and i dont really have anyone to tell so i just share it on tumblr. SOOOO a LOT of thing has happened since i last posted on here, when was it, like april? its october now, ive been sick for literally a month idek what it is but ive missed so much school its actually insane. anyway, me and the guy i was w yk, i broke up with him in like may, so ive actually been single since then, or like single single. Ive done things w people but not like been in a relationship w anyone, theres been a few actually, me and this guy H didnt work out, he used to bully me in high school and then suddenly out of nowhere he was in love with me? idek, omg heartstopper season 3 came out, it was so different from the other seasons, but i liked it. anyway back to my stupid guys. hmmm i reconnected w a guy from church who i used to be friends with a few years ago, we were friends for like 2 weeks then he told me i was wierd and that it wouldnt work, so yeah, and THEN i went to a party last week and i met this guy there, he was friends with my friends boyfriend, he was a year older than me tho, his name was Jonathan and we had a lot of fun together there, we kinda ended up sleeping together, and then we said bye and now i found out hes the son to my uncles best friend, like wtf are the odds,. ANYWAY i also got to know this other guy, he's so cool he plays the guitar and hes really fun, we go to the same school. Ive followed him on instagram and commented on his posts where he plays guitar, and then two weeks ago he just walked up to me in the cafeteria and said "omg its my biggest fan" and i straight up said "who the fuck are you" and then he explained and i was so confused cuz i didnt know we even went to the same school, and bc he didnt show his face on instagram so i didnt know whzt he looked like. anyway so weve been texting a lot, today hes gonna help change my guitar strings. OMFG WE'RE LITERALLY AUSTIN AND ALLY IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE. he sings and plays guitar, and i play piano and write songs, i mean i can play the guitar and drums too but still. and he was like "bring your guitar to school and ill help you fix it, then you can play for everyone there on the little stage" like bro wtf is this disney channel moment. but yeah he was joking but still, then we talked ab my job OMFG I HAVENT TOLD YOU GUYS, yeah i work at mcdonalds and we were texting about that and he was like "you should bring your guitar and play there to get some extra money" and i was like hahaha yeah on my breaks. and then he was like "i can come and play with you" LIKE OKAY? AUSTIN MOON IS THAT YOU`? but yeah so thats him, uuhhhhhh i dont think ive missed anything, or i probably have, but i cant post like a whole book as my tumblr life update post, no one even cares ab these, tbh theyre mostly for me to look back on how stupid i was, so hi future me reading this. anyway im sick again if i didnt mention, so now im just gonna be in my bed and watch like henry danger or smthn, see you guys in like another six months, or no actually i usually update more in the winter bc i always get depressed, anyway, bye for now guys

#menatl health #heartstopper #school #my thoughts #life #writing life #update #hell is a teenage girl #austin moon #austin and ally

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blackvail22 · 1 year ago

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9/24/23 — 1:10am

theres a lot that happened within the past two days its insane. on the 22nd, i had to train this new associate for the whole day. he's rlly nice, and he's fun to talk to. he caught on really quick! im excited to work with him

also, that same day, i got back with my ex!!! it could be a dumb decision (because this is the 3rd time) but i really want things to work out. again, no one is going to know besides you... and... my coworkers, but thats different

the coworker that gave me his number, he gave me a note at work that says "im awkward so i dont know how to say this out loud, but i like you" and then taped a soda tab on it (it was the "hug" meaning one, which... i dont like but could be worse). so! ive told the new associate i have a boyfriend. im going to tell them i have a boyfriend, but im telling those im closest to at work that its because i dont want my worker to hit on me anymore

if he keeps going after that, i have to report him. im not letting someone get away with that, not this time.

i have to start standing up for myself... im just scared because of that teenager who got killed because she rejected her (adult) co-worker, im afraid its going to be me. this is the reason i dont like hearing abt death.

on another note, back to abt my boyfriend....

im writing this as soon as i ended the call with him. i miss him already. i wonder how and why my brain changes how i react to things because of a label. i feel so clingy. i want to talk to him more. he does make me happy, and i hope i make him happy too

oh, i also bought this candle... its supposed to "smell like london" and it says the scent is "afternoon biscuits and tea" so thats nice. i bought it to think of you, nd its nice that the color of the candle matches my room

oh last thing ! i took my permit drivers test and i passed it! feels so surreal because i never thought i was ever gonna end up driving but here we are lol

anyways i like this song

6:06am —

dude i couldnt fall asleep until like 4:30am and my mom woke me up at 5:30, screaming at me to find something i didnt have!!! i found it! and it was in her bag, a place she didnt look (because she only looked one place!!!!!!) at least i can sleep now, but idek if i can do that because i feel awake now. im going to sob. FUVKKK I HAVE A HEADACHE AND SINUS PAIN NOW IM GOING TO CRY DUDE. and the fact that she walked up the stairs to scream at me (she never walks up the stairs)???? ooo. im so mad bro! like im going to wake up whenever i have my alarms set and im going to punch a wall because i cant sleep without getting interrupted. IM PISSED TF OFF NOW bevause i havent had adequate sleep since my last off day (a week ago) and i dont have a lot of sleep for tomorrow because i have to wake up at 6am for an appointment thats 2hrs away. sure, ill sleep in the car, but with my mom? she wont let it happen. and i dont have another off day untl thursday, and i cant sleep in for that one either becahse i have another goddamn appointment in the morning. like, is this what being an adult is? being harrassed by coworkers, never having enough sleep, never able to fall asleep.... it cant be cause those all haopened when i was a teenager too. stuck in that cycle, though, and i cant wait for that cycle to finally end.

bad things always tend to happen to me. is it because i bring bad energy? AHHHHHHH i just need to scream cry

i am going to try to sleep now. I've rambled on for way too long

11:17pm

been incredibly sad today. i think it was my lack of sleep, or maybe it was my mom yelling at me and waking me up. still, my heart feels so ... heavy. i cant help but feel bad for people who love me. if i was them, i would choose anyone else to love endlessly. im undeserving of it all, anyway. i dont feel happy tonight. i hope tomorrow's better. i dont know what changed and made me feel this way because when i woke up and went to work, everything was fine until half way through my shift. it didnt really effect me, but them saying "oh, fun's over.. [my name]'s in a bad mood again.. everyone get away" keeps playing in my mind. it didnt affect me then, so i dont know why i keep thinking about it

i just want to fit on my roof and look at the moon, but its been rising really early so i dont think ill be able to see it now. ill watch some livestreams from space of the earth/the moon instead. something to comfort me while listening to music. i havent been able to watch any videos all the way through recently.. havent even been able to watch those gaming streams i like. hopefully ill feel better before i go to sleep

#Spotify

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kusaka6e · 2 years ago

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LESS THAN ZERO

ts/modern au

sero x gn!reader

sfw

insp by less than zero by the weeknd

this was so much better in my head idek if ill leave it up :/

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“who’s next?”

“i’ll go! cmon tsu!”

you grin watching ochacko pull tsuyu on stage with her, a pop song soon bouncing through the speakers.

sero found himself watching as you downed your drink, smiling at the way your face scrunched at the taste of the alcohol.

“are you gonna talk to them, or just stare like a creep all night?”

“i’m not staring like a creep!”

“it’s not like you’ll get shut down, you know that.” denki gave him a knowing look

he sighed, flexing and unflexing his hands.

“i know, that’s the problem.”

this was the first night in months everyone had been able to get together from your friend group, and somehow mina convinced everyone to come to a karaoke bar.

it was also the first group outing since you and sero had broken up.

the year you two had spent together was one of the best of his life, and he regretted being the reason that ended every day.

sero was used to people trying to use him to get close to bakugou, izuku, or kirishima, all of them being in the current top five heroes. he’d even had someone go as far as to start a relationship with him, their true motive being to try to sleep with shoto. of course, shoto didn’t entertain this at all, but that hurt stuck with sero for a long time.

you’d met mina before anyone else shortly after she graduated high school, and she quickly introduced you to the rest of her friends. truth be told, hanging out with a bunch of pro-heroes was extremely intimidating, but they were all welcoming and kind to you from the start. other than mina, you were always the closest to sero, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when you two started dating.

but his insecurities ate him up. he was always afraid that you’d leave him for someone better, especially because you were friends with with the same people he was afraid of you leaving him for. and that was the demise of you two’s relationship. the worst part? you were so kind and understanding, even with the countless times you’d gotten your feelings hurt or wrongfully accused of something. and that’s how he knew he was the one in the wrong.

he blinked a few times, refocusing on the scene in front of him, laughing as ochacko and tsu sang terribly off-key into their microphones.

you found your eyes on him from across the room, smiling at the grin spreading across his face.

it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss sero. you were truly dating your best friend, and losing both at once wasn’t easy. and it was hard to tell if you two maintaining the same group of friends made things easier or more difficult. you wondered sometimes if you were too quick to pull the trigger on you two’s breakup, or if maybe you could’ve been a little more understanding when he was explaining his fears to you.

your stomach drops as he catches you staring, giving a small wave. he gives you a playful nod, smile never faltering.

as the night went on, more alcohol went into everyone’s system, and you got to see performances ranging from izuku belting ‘i need a hero’ to todoroki, to momo breaking out songs from the hamilton soundtrack, to denki singing ‘dangerously in love’ to jirou like he was getting paid to do so.

to everyone’s surprise, sero steps up to the dj to go next, cheeks tinted pink with intoxication.

your eyes widen as the song begins to bounce through the speakers, your friends whooping and cheering as sero adjusts the microphone.

“remember i was your hero? yea, i’d wear your heart like a symbol. i couldn’t save you, from my darkest truth of all.”

at first he’s just singing to the entire crowd, but as the song carries on, he makes his way over to you. soon he’s sitting next to you, thighs brushing together as he dramatically serenades you.

“i can’t get it out of my head, no i can’t shake this feeling that crawls in my bed. i try to hide it but i know you know me. i try to fight it but i’d rather be free”

at this point, kirishima and denki are dancing around to back sero up, mina is squeling excitedly, and even bakugou is whooping in encouragement.

by the time the second chorus comes around, your cradling sero’s face in your hands, singing along with him. while both of you are singing horribly, it begins to feel like the rest of your friends fade away, and it’s just the two of you speaking the lyrics to each other.

“cause i can’t get it out of my head, no i can’t shake this feeling that crawls in my bed. i try to hide it but i know you know me.”

before the song can go any farther, you take the mic from sero, tossing it out of the way and pulling him against you to kiss him. the room erupts in cheers, making both of you grin and momentarily pull away from each other.

“well it’s about time!“ iida exclaimed. this sends everyone into a fit of laughter, sero discreetly pulling you into his lap as you wipe a tear from your eye.

katsuki nudges izuku, nodding towards you two.

“i told you. hand over the twenty, nerd.”

“ugh, fine!”

“you guys bet on us?” sero raises a brow, turning your attention towards their conversation.

“yea, i bet deku twenty bucks you two’d be back together by the end of the year.”

you can’t help but smile, noticing an odd look on ochacko’s face.

“were you in on this too?!”

“you two are practically made for each other, how could i not?!”

you chuckle as you look around the room, the expressions on everyone’s face letting you know they were in on the bet too.

“now, hold on! a kiss doesn’t necessarily mean you won, kats. are you guys back together?”

you turn to look at sero, finding his eyes already on yours. he raises his eyebrows in question, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

“yea, we are.” you say softly, watching his eyes light up.

he kisses you quickly as your friends burst into excited chatter, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“i missed you.”

#bnha #mha #sero #hanta sero #sero hanta #sero drabble #sero x reader #sero x gn!reader #bnha x reader #sero fluff #sero oneshot #denki kaminari #bakugou #izuku #mina ashido #momo yaoyaruzo #bnha iida

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reminiscingtonight · 3 years ago

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Last Kiss

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 4696

Anon asked: So I found your page last night a devoured all of your Wanda fics because they’re just so amazing I couldn’t stop reading. Love love love them! Especially the angsty ones, you write them so well and make me feel all the things. As a request (if you’re still taking them) maybe a Wanda x reader fic based on the song Last Kiss by Taylor Swift, especially the bridge of that song. I just think you’d do the heartbreak of that song justice.

Warning: None? I don’t think. There’s a very short heated makeout session tho. Other than that… this is just a lot of fluff (and... well. Angst.)

A/N: I’m honored that you read all of my Wanda fics in one night, but holy shit, that’s a lot of reading for one night. Also um, someone needs to remind me to read the full ask before writing. Because I most definitely missed the part where you said the bridge of the song. I’m so sorry, hopefully you still like the fic

Taglist: @mionemymind, @supersourlemon13, @olsensnpm, @invictusbabey, @idek-5, @vancityfire13, @peabrain112

All I Know (Part Two) // Drabbles [untitled] (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) // Breathe (It’s Out Of My Hands) (Part Six)

You’re not sure when everyone got in. But sometime between staring at the ring and falling to your knees, your friends had made it into the room.

Someone kneels down in front of you, trying to catch your eyes. You think it’s Tony. But you’re not sure.

The brown eyes in front of you keep turning into green tear-filled eyes.

The worried voice asking you what was wrong keeps turning into phrases of “I’m sorry,” “I can’t do this.”

The room was too crowded. Too stifling.

You couldn’t breathe.

You pull at your collar. Something rips. Whether it’s your clothes or your heart, you couldn’t be too sure.

Stumbling to your feet, you push past the people in the room and make it out the door.

Someone’s calling your name.

Someone’s asking what’s wrong.

Well. That’s the question of the day, isn’t it? Where had it all gone wrong?

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Stepping out of the crowded plane, you’re instantly hit with the humid summer air. Even being indoors, it was no match for the bustling bodies coming in and out of JFK international.

You had barely made it into the baggage claim when you heard someone call your name.

“(Y/N)!” A blur crosses your vision before knocking right into you, almost throwing you off your feet. Arms tighten around your torso and you return an equally as strong hug.

“God, I missed you.” The words were muttered into the side of your neck as Wanda buries her face there.

You laugh, pressing a quick kiss to her hairline. “I was only gone for three months, Wands.”

“Three months too long,” was the grumpy response you got.

Shaking your head, you bite back a retort. It wasn’t like the two of you had no contact the entire time you were gone. Wanda facetimed you at least once a week. Well, the number might have actually been closer to at least once every day, but it wasn’t like either of you would admit to that if asked about it.

But you understood how Wanda was feeling. Because you felt the exact same. When you weren’t busy in a meeting or out establishing connections with the branch overseas, Wanda was constantly on your mind.

The two of you weren’t dating, no. But that wasn’t to say you never thought of her in that way.

When you had first met, you were smitten right away. Natasha had grown up with Wanda years before she moved out here on her own at 16 but had always kept in touch, so when Wanda first moved to New York, she was instantly welcomed into your friend group. When Natasha introduced the two of you, you guys instantly clicked. She found your city-girl “take not shit” persona captivating, and you found her country-girl roots cute as hell. It was to your disappointment to find out later that night that she was in a relationship with someone. Vision, to be specific, her high school sweetheart. To be honest, you weren’t surprised to find out that she had been dating the same guy for nearly a decade. Anyone would be crazy to let go of someone as wonderful as Wanda.

So you pushed down your budding attraction for the other woman, focusing instead on building a friendship. But Wanda most definitely did not make it easy for you. The first thing you found out about her was that she was extremely tactile. No matter where you were or what you were doing, Wanda always found a way to have her hand on your arm or her body pressed against yours.

Being someone who was basically the polar opposite of this touch-keen woman, the first time Wanda used you as an armrest around the rest of the group, everyone’s eyes went wide. Later, Tony had walked past you, coughing out a “you’re so whipped,” under his breath.

So saying that you were a little jealous every time Vision was brought up would be an understatement. You didn’t realize you could hate someone you’ve never met before so much, but you did.

And then suddenly a month before you left on your business trip, and two years after Wanda first arrived in New York, Wanda and Vision broke up. It came out of nowhere, but when asked about it, Wanda claimed that the long-distance just wasn’t working for them anymore. None of you dared to push it any further.

In those four weeks before leaving, the two of you grew even closer. Every free moment was spent together. It even got to the point where Wanda would let herself into your apartment to wait for you while you were still at the office. But you didn’t mind and Wanda didn’t care for what the others had said when they found out about it---everyone had a hell of a time teasing the two of you over your new arrangement.

You had been contemplating asking her out right before you left, but last minute nerves talked you out of it. You left New York with half of your heart left behind, hoping that things would still be the same when you returned.

And to your relief, it seemed like everything was.

When Wanda finally detaches herself from your torso, she instantly links her arm with yours. Chuckling under your breath, you readjust your bags so you could carry everything with one hand.

The next couple minutes consisted of the start of a very slow trek out of the airport with Wanda trying to catch you up with everything that’s happened in New York while you were gone.

The second you catch sight of her red Buick, your feet stop moving. “Keys.”

Wanda shoots you a very offended look and you just raise an eyebrow in return.

“Wands, I love you, but you can’t drive for shit. I just got back. I’d really love to see our friends before dying.”

You could still remember the first time Wanda drove you around New York. Your car was in the shop and you desperately needed a ride to work. After five near misses in the twenty minutes it took to drive downtown, you weren’t sure if your racing heart was due to your close proximity to the woman of your dreams or just due to the pure fear of being the next name splayed out in the obituaries section of the New York Times. Safe to say, that was the first and last time you ever let her drive you anywhere.

She grumbles a bit but eventually the keys are deposited into your waiting hand.

“Thank you.” You press a sloppy kiss to her cheeks and Wanda makes a show of wiping it off.

“Gross.” When she sticks her tongue out at you, you ignore the urge to roll your eyes at the younger woman. You were in love with a literal child.

But whatever you were about to say is cut off by Wanda’s next offhand comment. “We’ve got roughly seven hours until we’ll see the lot of them, so we just have to survive until then.”

Your brows scrunch up in confusion. “What’s in seven hours?”

Wanda doesn’t answer, purposefully avoiding your questioning gaze.

It doesn’t take much for you to figure out what was probably going to happen. “No. Tony didn’t.”

She pulls away, a smile playing on her lips.

“Wanda Maximoff, tell me he didn’t plan a party.”

But your friend doesn’t say anything. She skips off towards the car, leaving you gaping after her, standing alone with all of your luggage sitting beside you.

“Wanda!”

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Tony Stark most certainly did throw you a party.

“Stark. I told you I didn’t want a party.”

He meets your grumpy expression with a wide grin. “Your best friend only comes home from a three month business trip once in a blue moon. Let me spoil you.”

You would have been fine with a small get-together with all of your friends. But Tony Stark was nothing if not a sucker for huge galas. You were seriously wondering how he managed to invite what seemed like all of New York to his mansion.

Sighing, you let him drag you over to where the rest of your friends were gathered. Clint gives you a toothy grin that you ignore. “This is all your fault. You had one job, Barton.”

He shrugs, not looking at all dejected at his failure to stop Tony from throwing you a party. “Tony promised free drinks.”

This time you fully roll your eyes. Of course he flipped at the promise of free alcohol. Sometimes you wondered how this man was a father of three. Shaking your head at him, you accept the drink being offered by a smirking Natasha. You make a mental note to get payback on your friends later. It seemed like all of them were traitors.

Later, after a little bit of socializing with random people you’ve never seen before but were invited by Tony, you’re ready to call it a night. Granted it wasn’t even that late, only being 12 o’clock, but you were still a little jet lagged.

However, your plans to leave get thrown out the window the second your favorite person approaches you. She’s smirking at you and for a second you can definitely see the resemblance with Natasha. No wonder they were such great friends.

“Dance with me.”

You groan out a “no,” deciding rather to lean against one of the walls. You were tired. And as much as you loved her, you didn’t dance. Not for anyone. Not even for yourself. And you told her exactly that. “I don’t dance.”

You knew what was going to happen before Wanda even did it.

Batting her lashes at you, Wanda pouts. “For me?”

And you want to groan again. With the mascara and eyeliner Wanda had on, her green eyes were especially captivating tonight. And paired with the little jut of her bottom lip as she pouted at you? Damn Wanda Maximoff and your inability to say no to her.

With a huff, you give her your hand.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been dancing, but the next time you look at the clock, your legs are sore and you’re already dreading waking up the next morning.

“We’ve been dancing for hours. It’s nearly two in the morning.”

Wanda hums in response, but you can tell that she wasn’t really listening to you. Her head was currently dropped on your shoulder, eyes closed as the two of you slowly sway side to side. You couldn’t help but think she looked breath-taking from this angle.

“Hello? Earth-to-Wanda, anyone home?”

She mutters some swears into your shoulder and you can’t bite back your smile.

After a little bit more convincing, you finally managed to pull Wanda out onto the balcony to take a break. Your legs groaned in protest as you sat down, stretching them out.

Wanda takes a seat next to you, instantly leaning into your side. You lift your arm to accommodate her, and Wanda uses the extra space to snuggle closer to you. The two of you stay silent, the day’s activities finally catching up to you both. All you wanted to do was go to bed. But a part of you didn’t want the night to end quite yet.

“What’s on your mind?”

It wasn’t like Wanda to stay silent for this long.

She shrugs, fingers playing with your own. “Just thinking about how much I missed you while you were gone.”

Her words make your heart flutter. “I really missed you too,” you answer truthfully. “Wished you were with me every day.”

You can feel her fingers still against yours at your words. “Really?”

There’s a bit of hesitance in her voice, almost as if she didn’t believe you, but you were quick to reassure her.

“Of course.” And you meant it. There wasn’t a single day where you didn’t think about the brunette in your arms. Everything you did reminded you of her, and you had been itching to return back to New York. Back to her.

At your confirmation, Wanda suddenly turns around in your arms. Green eyes flash up to meet yours and it was only then that you realized how close she was to you. There was barely any space between the two of you. If either of you leaned forward just a little bit, you could easily connect your lips.

You swallow hard. Nope, it’s definitely not a good idea to think about kissing your friend when she’s this close to you.

But then her eyes drift down to your lips.

And then she’s leaning in.

Your first kiss was like heaven. Although it was fairly short and sweet, just the slight touch of Wanda’s lips to yours made you feel like you were soaring through the skies.

When Wanda finally pulls back, she rests her forehead against yours. A hand comes up to rest softly against your cheek and you can’t help but lean into it. You can still feel her breath on your lips, each puff of air only making your heart beat faster and faster. And then it comes to a stop with the words she whispers against your lips.

“I’m in love with you.”

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You would think that after three years of dating, Wanda would finally heed to your complaints of kissing you while you were in the middle of a sentence. It’s a logical thought. But you’d be mistaken.

“Wan--” one kiss, long and hard against your lips cuts you off.

“Can I--” this one a little shorter, barely a peck against your mouth.

“Do you thin--” you try your hardest but she still cuts you off again with yet another kiss.

You laugh, trying to push her off of you this time. “Wanda, stop kissing me. Let me finish talking.”

She bites the bottom of her lip as her hand comes up to trace yours. “I can’t help it that your lips are so kissable.”

“God, everso the charmer.”

The two of you had started off the evening of your third anniversary with dinner at Wanda’s favorite restaurant. You were now trying to get to part two of your plan but all Wanda seemed keen to do was get into your pants, which as nice as that’d be, would skip quite a few steps.

Knowing that the crew had said they were setting up the deck outside nearly an hour ago, you wondered what was taking them so long. You had all agreed that once they were done they’d knock on your door, act as a distraction while you snuck out of your house to get into position for the next part.

Maybe they were still setting up. Maybe there was a freak storm and they all died. You couldn’t be too sure, but you were starting to lean towards the latter one the later it got. The only thing you were sure of was that if they didn’t show up soon, Wanda was definitely going to succeed in her own plans of getting you naked. And you probably wouldn’t be able to stop her. You were only human after all.

But at the same time, it’s not like you could blame your girlfriend. Wanda didn’t know what you had planned for today. Didn’t know about the party being set up outside, the champagne waiting to be popped, the ring you had hidden in your pocket.

If everything went to plan today, you’d end the night with a fiancée.

Wanda tries to lean in again, but this time you’re prepared, ducking your head so she only catches your cheek. Pouting, she pulls at your shirt but you laugh, batting her hands away.

She opens her mouth to protest again, the amused look you shoot her way quickly shuts her up. “Fine. Do whatever it is that you’re about to do, but do it quick. I want another kiss.”

You want to laugh at how impatient she’s being. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“You wanted to stop kissing so you could tell me you love me?”

This time you’re not quick enough when she moves to kiss you. Her hand tangles into your hair, and a particularly harsh tug makes you moan against her mouth. If you were thinking clearly, you’d be annoyed at the smirk you could feel against your lips, but as your tongues fight for dominance, you couldn’t care less.

Your arms drop to her ass, pulling Wanda closer to you, and she instantly moves to readjust her position on your lap for a better angle at grinding against you. But just as she’s about to press down, she freezes.

Quickly pulling back, Wanda’s eyes move down to the side of your pants. Before you can stop her, she’s pulling out the box that was in your pocket.

You’re both breathing hard, still recovering from your heated makeout session, but you know that the thudding of your heart is coming from the uncertainty of how this was about to turn out.

Green eyes keep flashing between your (E/C) ones and the black box in her hands.

Keeping up with the theme of tonight, Wanda snaps it open before you can say anything. Her mouth drops open when she sees the emerald ring shining back at her. “Oh my god.”

You swallow hard, arms now sliding up to rest more appropriately against her waist. You really want to move into a more comfortable position for this conversation, because sitting on each other’s laps like horny teenagers most definitely did not scream ‘marriage proposal’ vibes to you, but the dumbstruck look in Wanda’s eyes told you that she wasn’t going to be moving any time soon.

“Is that a good ‘oh my god’? Or…”

The look she shoots you only serves to make you feel more chastised. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Wand--”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in her voice as she answers your unspoken question.

At once, all of your nerves leave you. You grin up at the serious look in her eyes. “You’re not even going to let me finish asking you if you--”

“Nope.” She cuts you off again with a smirk, taking the ring out of the box. If you had thought the piece of jewelry looked beautiful in the shop, it paled in comparison to the way it looked on Wanda’s hand.

With her newly adorned hand, Wanda tilts your head back up so she can connect your lips. Both of you happily sigh into the kiss, and you can’t stop the jolt of joy that shoots through your body when you feel the press of the metal against your cheek.

That only causes you to smile into the kiss, and your smile seems to be infectious. Before long, the two of you are smiling too much to properly kiss anymore. With one last peck on your lips, Wanda sits back up.

Reaching for your hand on her waist, she intertwines her left hand with yours. The two of you stare down at the green jewel sitting proudly on her hand.

“We’re getting married.”

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“You look dashing.”

Today was the day. After a long 12 months of being engaged, you and Wanda were finally going to get married. It had been her idea to wait, wanting to have more time to plan everything out before actually getting married. She wanted everything to be perfect, and who were you to disagree with your future wife?

Grinning at Tony through the mirror, you give him a wink. “Thanks, Tones.”

You had decided to go with an all-black suit that was fairly reminiscent of the suit you had worn the first time you met Wanda. Tony had invited everyone out to an opera, hence the fancy dressups, and after all these years you could still remember the way her eyes went wide and how she stuttered when she first saw the dark navy blue suit you had been wearing.

Someone knocks on the door and you shout out a quick “It’s open!” as you continue to adjust the collar of your suit.

Through the mirror you see Steve pop through the door. Your hands still when you catch the worried expression on his face.

“Do you have a second?”

Less than a minute after Steve had entered your room, you were on your way to where Wanda was getting ready. Your worries only skyrocket when you catch sight of Natasha who was lingering outside of the room where you knew Wanda was in. She too had a very worried expression on her face.

“What’s wrong? Steve said that you were looking for me?”

Natasha nods towards the door. “I think you should go talk to her.”

“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. But the smile falls off your face when Natasha’s expression doesn’t change.

You swallow hard when she tilts her head towards the door. Brushing past the redhead, you gingerly knock on the door.

The lack of a response only made your nerves tighten.

“Babe? Is everything okay?” You nervously chew on your lip, but when you don’t get a response again, you gently push it open and pop your head in.

What you see takes away your breath. Dressed in a backless white lace gown, Wanda looked like a masterpiece. You had to stop yourself from raking your eyes up and down her form, knowing that the longer you stared, the less self-control you’d have.

And that’s when you notice the tears in her eyes. And not the happy kind. Her pre-applied makeup was already running down her face.

“Wanda, what’s wrong?” You take a step towards her but she instantly backs up.

“I’m sorry, I… this isn’t right.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. “Babe,” you slowly start, racking your brains for how to calm down a clearly distressed bride on her wedding day. “You’re just having some pre-wedding jitters. It’s totally normal--”

“No. You don’t understand. I can’t do this.” She cuts you off, a look of panic now clearly written across her face.

“Wand--”

“I can’t marry you!” Her words ring out in the room and both of you freeze.

It takes you a second to find your voice. When you do, you can’t stop the hurt from leaking into your voice. “What?”

She looks ashamed when she says her next words. And those four words are enough to make your world stop for the second time within a minute. “I still love him.”

And that’s when you notice the letter she’s clutching in her hands. From where you’re standing you can see the postage mark as clear as day. It was stamped from two days ago, sent from Tennessee.

Seeing as you only knew three people from Tennessee, one being in the room with you, the other lingering outside the door, and the last one a phantom you’ve only ever heard about, it didn’t take a genius to figure out who she was talking about.

“Vision, he still loves me. And I… I thought that I could do this. That I could love you.”

You want to tell her to stop talking. To stop breaking your heart in two. But your words fail you as she keeps going. Each word only serves to drive the nail in harder.

“And you are amazing. You are kind, wonderful, and every bit the person I could find myself spending a lifetime with. But I still love him. I never stopped and I don’t think I ever will.”

Stop. Please stop. You’re not sure why this was happening. Where was all this coming from? Wasn’t she just telling you that you were it for her the other day?

“You have to know how sorry I am. I am so sorry, I--”

Finally finding your voice, the words come out broken. “Wanda. Please.” Your voice cracks and you can see the pain reflected in her eyes. “Don’t do this.” You try to swallow away the pain. This couldn’t be happening. This was just one of Tony’s lame pranks. It had to be. “I love you.”

Just looking at Wanda’s face, you would’ve thought that someone slapped her.

She shakes her head again, nervously wringing her hands in front of her. “I-- I’m sorry, I don’t… I still love him.”

You watch with a numb heart as she slips off her engagement ring. Every nerve in your body’s telling you to run. To back away so she can’t give it to you.

But your limbs don’t listen. You can’t move.

Frozen in time, you can only watch as the ring is dropped into your hand.

Wanda’s fingers barely brushing against your own still serves to set your nerves on fire, and you don’t know what that means. How could you stop loving someone just like that? Just because of a single letter from the past. Did she ever love you? Or was it all an attempt to get over someone you’d never be?

You shake your head, desperately trying to keep yourself together. This can’t be how this ends. Your life together was barely starting. “Wanda.”

There was a hidden plea in her name. A last ditch effort to hold onto your crumbling relationship.

“I’m sorry.”

And with those two words, you knew that this was it. You couldn’t compete with someone that she shared such a long history with. After all, what were your three years compared to the ten she shared with Vision?

She gives you one last long look.

A part of you hopes that she wanted to memorize your face one last time. The face of someone she could have loved in another life.

But it was the look of sorrow. Of pure regret.

And then she was gone.

You’re left looking at the ring in your hand, the green gem mockingly sparkling back at you.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to play out. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

You’re not sure when everyone got in. But sometime between staring at the ring and falling to your knees, your friends had made it into the room.

You were supposed to walk down the aisle to marry the love of your life.

Someone kneels down in front of you, trying to catch your eyes. You think it’s Tony. But you’re not sure.

The vow you had memorized but have yet to say was still fresh on your mind.

The brown eyes in front of you keep turning into green tear-filled eyes.

The worried voice asking you what was wrong keeps turning into phrases of “I’m sorry,” “I can’t do this,” “I still love him.”

Well, a vow that you were never going to have a chance to say now.

The room was too crowded. The suit was too stifling.

You couldn’t breathe.

How could this be the end?

You pull at the collar. Something rips. Whether it’s the suit or your heart, you couldn’t be too sure.

Everything had been planned out.

Stumbling to your feet, you push past the people in the room and make it out the door.

The house in the suburbs of New Jersey.

Someone’s calling your name.

Names of your future children.

Someone’s asking what’s wrong.

The life you were going to build together.

Someone’s wondering where the bride is.

You had everything planned out.

But you never planned on Wanda changing her mind.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff imagine #mcu x reader #song fic #series #Ace writes

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goldenkirstein · 4 years ago

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aot band! au headcanons pt. 1:

pt. two here

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pairing: jean x fem! reader, eren x fem! reader, zeke x fem! reader

wc: 1.2k+

cw: smut (18+ minors DNI), reader has female anatomy, manipulation/corruption, dumbification/incoherence, sorta dubcon (?), mentions of spit, cockwarming, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, creampie/breeding, cumplay, degradation, perv! zeke.

a/n: okayyyyy, so im reposting this, because i didn't like it the first time i posted it lol. i added and cut out some things still don't know if i really like it. anyways, i tried my best with tagging everything, i really hope i didn't miss anything, if i did please let me know. this is my first time writing anything smutty, i'd love to hear any feedback or criticism !!

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smut under the cut

jean kirstein

Jean would play the electric guitar.

He wouldn't have any big tattoos but tiny stick and pokes, but when he takes off his shirt, there would be this giant, intricate tattoo that spans his entire back.

He wears thin white t-shirts that cling to his body when he gets all sweaty from performing or when he douses himself in water because the lights make it really hot on stage, babe. The shirt becomes practically see-through, and when he turns around, you can see the outline of the back tattoo. You swear he does it on purpose.

HIS HANDS, calloused from hours of practice, wears chunky silver rings that make his long fingers stand out. He keeps his ring finger empty, though (he's a romantic and a big ol’ softie).

When he's writing songs or can't figure out what chord would sound right, he plays with his rings. He takes them off, sliding them up and down his finger until he's satisfied and moves on to the others.

It drives him insane if he sees you singing along to his songs at the concerts. He'll smirk at you, opting for a quick wink, before getting back to performing.

After the show, he’ll pull you into his lap, in whatever empty room is available. He’ll have his hands on your hips, the cold rings contrasting against your hot skin.

His heart would be beating so fast, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He just got off stage, and here you are, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants, driving him crazy.

On most days, he liked it when you would fuck him post-show, sliding your skirt up and sink down on his cock.

He loved watching you fuck yourself dumb around him, tits bouncing in his face, head thrown back in pleasure. His cock would reduce you into an incoherent blubbering mess. The only thing making sense was the way you were chanting his name like a prayer.

this fucker would love to whisper the most filthy things in your ear, “you’re making such a mess around my cock, petal. You’re gonna be a good slut and clean it up after, right?”

when he’s about to cum, he turns into an absolute mess. He gets super whimpery and will hold you close to his chest as he dumps his load in you. He stays like that for a while, watching as his cum drips out of your cunt and down his dick.

He doesn’t let you get off his cock, partly because he’s so sensitive and partly because he secretly wants to stuff you full of his babies.

after he’s calmed down a bit, he’ll open his eyes and run a hand through his hair, letting out a small chuckle, “shit, baby, you keep fucking me like that and I might just have to put a ring around that finger.”

eren yeager

plays bass and is on vocals

he has a sleeve on one arm, and the other one is empty. It's pretty cohesive, and the pieces link together-think American traditional; he takes great pride in his tattoos. After all, they're pieces of art on his body.

He likes showing off on stage. He’ll take off his shirt and throw it into the crowd, and he loves hearing the screams that ensue afterwards.

Always the performer; he’ll walk off the stage and stand on the rails, getting the people in the crowd to run their hands down his sweat-slicked torso. It’s another crowd favourite.

he wears rings too, and his favourite thing to do is to get you to pull them off his fingers using your mouth. He has to coax you into each time, “I can’t pull them off by myself; they’re too tight, need your help, angel.” He just likes having you suck on his fingers; he won’t tell you that, though.

He likes the attention from the fans, but he mainly does it to get you hot and bothered. Eren stares at you while strangers are practically grabbing at him. It’s a game for him. Figure out just how many ways he can get to you.

you always avoid him after the shows, in a way to tell him that you're not impressed by the stunts he pulls.

As much as you try to run and hide, he always finds you. He’ll come up from behind, hands on your waist; you don’t need to see him to know that he’s got that Cheshire cat grin on his face.

Try to escape from his grip, and it’ll only get tighter, “what’d you think of my little performance, princess? Did it make you weak in the knees?”

He loves pushing your buttons, does everything to get a reaction out of you, try all you might, the night always ends the same way, you bent over his dressing room table, skirt lifted, panties to the side, and him fucking ruthlessly into you from behind.

the stoic front you put up would be practically erased from the way his cock slides in and out of your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

He loves hearing you beg for him; he wants to listen to the vulgar words fall from your mouth, wants to have you begging him to let you cum, pleading for him to cum in your pussy.

He’ll tease you endlessly, “what’s that angel? If you want my cum so bad, you gotta beg better than that.” In the end, he always gives in, also liking the way his seed drips out of your pulsating hole.

Before any can drip down your thighs, he’ll slide back your panties, straighten out your skirt and send you off, saying that, “it’s for later, for when you try fingering that pretty little pussy, you’ll always have a reminder of who owns it.”

Bonus: tour manager! zeke yeager:

tour manager zeke, who watches the shows from the venue’s back, keeping his eyes trained on you.

Tour manager zeke who has a reputation for being a sleazebag, a cheapskate and vile to women.

Tour manager zeke, who watches as you stay back after each show to clean up, smiling ever so sweetly at him, “no mr. yeager, I really don’t mind helping out. It’s the least I can do.”

tour manager zeke, who can’t help think of shameful things when you bend over to pick up the crumpled posters, his eyes that linger a little too long at the swell of your pert ass.

Tour manager zeke thinks about how your mouth would feel around his cock, how your eyes would tear up as he pushed your head further and further down his cock. How pretty you would look with spit and cum coating that sweet face of yours.

Tour manager zeke, who has always been kind to you, offering to take you home for the night, telling you how cute you look and how he can’t believe you’re over 18.

Tour manager zeke wants to defile you and make you his, ruin you so that you can only get off from his cock and no one else’s.

Tour manager zeke wants to teach you how to suck dick, how to ride, how to fuck.

Tour manager zeke, who treats you so nicely, putting false notions in your mind so you can let your guard down around him, hoping that one day he can shape you into his plaything.

a/n: hope the smut sounded right this time around lmao, i might scrap it in the morning again idek yet, just wanted to see if i could even write smut.

I am working on the second part of somewhere only we know !! thank you for all the love on that.

if this does well, i'd love to do a part two to this with armin, mikasa and connie, please let me know if that is something you would be interested in !!

as always, if you enjoyed, leave a like/reblog, i truly appreciate it <33

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