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#i didn't like her much at first but her song kinda made me go... hm... this hits a little too close for comfort
k1rishiki · 2 months
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ok fr last one but there's actually a bootleg of my school's anastasia and i'm linking it bc you all NEED to understand that my infatuation with this one girl's voice which started when i was in the 6th grade and still hasn't really worn off isn't based on nothing
#brielle's the one in the n95 mask (the video is too grainy to actually make out any of the ensemble's faces but she stands out)#and i'm the in my 'teenage tboy's diy first short haircut' era in every scene she's in#apart from everything abt the girl who plays anya. the tea on everyone else is that our director liked the boy who played gleb's voice so#much that she actually lowered some if not all of his parts to be in his range. the guy who played vlad was a total diva and uhm. the phras#'peaked in high school' has been tossed around at him a lot. and the fact that he came back to sub the year after he graduated isn't helpin#his case. also he pressured the girl who played anya's grandmother into wearing old age makeup + spray her hair grey bc he decided he was#going to wear it and since she's supposed to be older than him she had to too and used to waltz into the girls' changing room whenever he#wanted. everyone was like super shocked during auditions though bc we all thought he was a shoe-in for dimitry esp since seniors get#priority casting bc it's their last chance. but at callbacks (we had singing auditions via video and dance auditions in person and callback#were tacked on to the dance auditions) he kinda flubbed his song and then this freshman. who was with us via google meet bc he literally ha#covid at the time absolutely blew him out of the water and i remember walking away w brielle like 'holy shit [first name] [last name] just#lost a part to a freshman' (he's the kind of person you just have to full name otherwise it sounds wrong). that said i do think he made a#much better vlad then he would've made a dimitry and while he is. a lot. he's always been nice to me and i did briefly idolize him and his#stage presence way i did anya's singing voice but that faded when i got into hs and started actually observing his prima donna ways#(the one production we were in together before in middle school we didn't have any scenes together). the girl who played the grandma#actually shouted me out in cast circle and that's the only time that's ever happened to me. also i'm p sure her dad is/was dating someone m#dad and by extension myself work with so that's. Oh My God. like she (the one who works for my dad) brought him w her to a comedy show as i#think her bf but i'm not 100% sure and when he found out what school i went to he mentioned his daughter went there and despite the fact#that i basically have a script for when people ask me that question bc i do NOT pay attention to most of my fellow students and don't know#anyone i was like 'holy shit' bc i actually did. hm what else. the guy who played the tsar and i used to shittalk bad period dramas#backstage during the first part of act 2. also during the press conference scene i need you to picture all the bolshevik soldiers and#romanov royals doing the macarena behind the curtain bc that was absolutely what we were doing back there. speaking of the press conference#the really high singing w/o a clear source was actually anya standing behind the curtain on the other side of the stage bc she's the only#one who physically could sing the part. also in regards to the bolshevik soldiers. we were originally supposed to have wooden rifles but fo#some reason our director took them out so we had to just walk menacingly towards the romanovs. you can't rlly see me that well in that scen#but that jacket would NOT stay closed and for 2/3 performances i had to awkwardly hold it closed the entire time. luckily the one that was#filmed was the one where i was smart enough to bring safety pins and also saved like all of the ballerinas bc their costumes all started#falling apart at once backstage.#romeo.txt#theatreposting
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jensensfanfic · 1 year
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CAM GIRL
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pairing: modern!ellie x camgirl!reader
a/n: so nervous to post this. i didn't want to write a full fic, so this hc kinda thing happened. anyways, lmk what you think...
warnings: smut. mdni. -> sex work via live cam/stream. onlyfans/patreon/etc - no site is stated specifically, stripping, toys, masturbation (reader & ellie), exhibitionism, toys, toy riding (reader), strap-on use, dirty talk, hints of dom!reader, even smaller hints of dom!ellie
[dialogue = purple for ellie, blue for reader]
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thinking about ellie dating a girl who cams...
"ellie, i wanna be really clear with you about what i do before we... you know?" "date?" "yeah. i just don't want any secrets where my job is concerned."
imagine her reaction when you first tell her. the way her eyes were half intrigue, half envy. on one hand, she thought it was incredible; the confidence you had in your own body and what to do with it. on the other hand, the confession from you caused her to grow more possessive. she felt almost sick, knowing that people all over the world were logging in to their profiles with only you in mind.
but that was at the beginning. after several months, pride swelled within her. you were making a lot of money through your sessions online, made clear by the fancy clothing, lingerie, even the apartment you'd bought for yourself. she could also tell that you enjoyed what you did. it made you feel confident and beautiful, and those feelings bled through to your sex life with ellie.
"fuck, i love your tits so much. love seein'm all beg to touch." "but only you can, els. c'mere and get them all wet with your pretty mouth."
"mm, babe, you like watching my ass when i fuck my toys, don't you?"
sometimes she worried about 'trolls', but you reassured her that you had a few moderators who would bat away any unsavoury comments before you could see them.
"see? if anyone says anything overly disgusting or offensive, it gets removed." "ever had to report or block anyone?" "mm, only a handful of creeps have made my blacklist."
then it was a couple of years into your relationship, and nine out of ten times when you were cam-ing, ellie would come over, either by yours or her own invitation.
"i'm live in 20, you can come over if you're quiet." "and what happens if i'm not?" "you wanna find out?"
"hey, i'm bored, you live? can i watch;)"
she loved to watch you, and you absolutely revelled in it. even your regular viewers had started noticing how you seemed to be even more enthusiastic than before. you wanted to impress ellie, despite already knowing how much she desired you.
when ellie came over during a cam session, you would make sure to put in the most effort with your look for the night. you would wear ellie's favourite colours, slap on a little extra makeup, and put on your best show.
"you were on fire tonight, princess."
"do you have glitter in your cleavage!?"
"you should do the war paint more often. it's hot."
"fake tattoos tonight?" "yeah, it was a request from a my best tipper... you like?" "hurry up and i'll show you how much i do."
ellie would be just out of shot, laying back against the pillows on your bed, one leg crossed over the other. she could never take her eyes off of you. she adored how you changed your voice just slightly on camera; still confident, but with an edge of shyness.
"y'all like the lace tonight, hm? i'm not quite sure if it suits me... tell me what you think, should i keep it or..."
her eyes travelled all over your body as you danced along to the beat of whatever song was playing gently in the background. and then, when it had been a few minutes into your show, and dollar signs started popping up on your screen, you reached for whatever item of clothing you were going to slowly, torturously remove. from that moment on, she was locked on you, following every glide of your fingertips over the straps of you bra, the soft material of your panties, or the thin lace stockings.
ellie always praised you for a good show when it was over. and whenever toys were used, she'd clean them for you, and on the occasion that you actually came for real after using said toys, she would offer to clean you up too. she'd bring you warm pyjamas and a hot drink and mentally congratulate herself for pushing away the urge to jump you after what felt like hours of teasing.
"god, that was so hot."
"you need water? your favourite snacks are on the side over there, too."
"els, help me up out of this mess, please. ugh, the fake spunk is so sticky." "wanna take a shower? maybe create some real mess?"
sometimes, she couldn't hold back, though. on most cam nights, she would be clenching her thighs and biting her lip, watching you with a wetness forming on her boxers. but she couldn't always hold back from touching herself. she'd watch you lifting your tits into full view of the camera, squeezing them and giggling at the comments that followed. then you'd push them together, wait a moment for more tips and then start to pinch at your hard nipples.
"mm, yeah, feels so good. should i pinch harder? want me to lick them for you darlings?"
eventually, inevitably, she'd end up sliding one hand into her underwear, the other fisting the sheets. as you bounced up and down on one of your silicone cocks, moaning out appreciations for the tips that flooded in on the screen, she'd reach her throbbing clit. her gaze would be glued to your slick hole that wept around the toy as you moved, and she'd match your rhythm on the toy with the circles she traced on herself.
when you first saw her doing this, you weren't surprised at all. in fact, it made you that much more smug and turned on, resulting in less of a need to fake your arousal for the people watching. you'd pretended to the camera that you were turning your head to bite your own shoulder, but in fact you were mouthing encouragements for her to fuck herself faster over a wink and a smirk.
"faster, babe. just like that."
"edge yourself, el. better not come until i'm done here."
then there was this one particular night. ellie had two of her fingers deep in her cunt, while you rode a thick, veiny fake cock that took several pumps of lube to sink down onto.
you'd bought it with only your girlfriend in mind. though, of course your viewers were impressed with it, too.
"ooh-oh-oh, i need it f-faster. you want me to go faster... huh loves? gonna need your help then."
it was her favourite colour, and you'd made sure it attached pefectly onto your shared strap harness. it also came with a companion toy that was a little smaller, but could also attach to the harness, so that ellie could have her own pussy stuffed as she - hopefully, if your little scenario panned out - pounded into you once the camera was off.
of course, this is exactly what happened. you couldn't stop trying to get a look at ellie as you heard her little pants. she was trying to stay as quiet as possible, and watching her slap a hand over her own mouth, muffling her pleasure as she got off to you, only made things worse. you sped up your movements for a few seconds, opening your mouth and letting out an exaggarated moan. you then licked your lips, smiling at the camera as floods of tips came in, a bunch of water emojis flickering on and off. you bid everyone goodnight, promising to be back again the night after next, then ended the session.
"fuuuuuuck yes! mmmm!"
"fucked me so good. thank you, sweethearts. go grab yourselves some water and i'll see you next time. buh-bye, huns. mm."
then you turned to ellie, her hand stilled in her boxers. you slowly pulled out the toy and then pushed it all the way back in with a groan. you watched ellie's eyes flash at the obscene wet sounds your pussy made. once more you pull the glistening toy out, so slowly that it draws out impatient whines from the both of you. you rub the head of the toy around your folds, spreading the glistening wetness all around your waiting entrance.
"did you come, babe?" "uh uh, saving it all for you tonight, love."
"want you to fuck me so hard that i won't be able to move." "fuckin' hell. come here, now!" "need one more thing."
you reach down to your 'cam box' and take out two things. you first toss ellie the harness, which has the smaller cock attached, something you'd gotten ready earlier. then, you crawl between her already spread legs, and make a show of attaching the still-wet toy, your pussy clenching at the sight, greedy for it to be back inside you.
"put it on."
"was thinking about you filling me up the whole time tonight. need it now." "gonna do it. gonna make it so you can't stand."
several times after that night, you'd jokingly discussed ellie joining you on your site.
"if you made me gush like that on live, we'd make so much, d'yuh know that?" "maybe, but i don't want anyone else seeing you like that. all fucked out and dribbling from you gorgeous little pussy. no, baby. that's a show only i get to watch."
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if you're after more modern!ellie x cam girl!reader ->
CAM GIRL DRABBLE (ellie helps you film)
CAM GIRL: SPECIAL GUEST (part 2)
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marciabrady · 1 year
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The Little Mermaid 2 and 3 (bring it on!)
The Little Mermaid 2 and 3:
my all-time ultimate fave character: we all know it's ariel lbr but...again not to be too predictable, andrina! she's SO much funny in every incarnation i read of her and she's the only character that seems to make it with a semblance of character integrity (even more so than ariel who does NOT fare well with these sequels)
a character I didn’t used to like but now do: king triton maybe? i still think he has abusive tendencies and certain things frustrate me about him to no end but i think he's realistic and there's a weight to him that's intriguing to me
a character I used to like but now don’t: queen athena. i thought she was pretty as a kid and i liked her whole voice/singing to the kids plot thing but i just think she's so uninspired and lazy and her voice isn't even that good, her design is blah, and i don't think ariel's mom is that lady lol sorry
a character I’m indifferent about: hm. benjamin??? i guess it's fine that they kinda gay-coded him and it's some representation but he's marina's sidekick, and marina is the ultimate ick, and idk he's just so bland anyway that it's hard to feel anything for him outside of what he is
a character who deserved better: andrina! she deserved WAY more lines and screentime. i wish they got the original andrina back but tara did her best, i guess
a ship I’ve never been able to get into: carlotta and grimsby. like i get they're both side characters that are a man and a woman but obligatory hetero ships that have no chemistry aren't my thing (this is directed at the fandom, the movie doesn't really put them together)
a ship I’ve never been able to get over: i think aquata and that boy they put her with in the third movie are cute i guess? again i'm actively trying not to say ariel/eric
a cute, low-key ship: um. melody and that blonde boy??? i guess
an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: ??? there aren't really any other ships in these movies, they honestly don't offer much
a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: melody and that guy she danced with in the beginning of the second movie, but that was the point so
my favourite storyline/moment: hm...uh. um. uhhh OH WAIT i do love ariel singing in that hazy room in the beginning of the second movie. the animation is like rugrats level bad BUT jodi's singing carries it
a storyline that never should have been written: THE THIRD MOVIE. i will go to my grave standing by the fact that i think the banishment of music is the DUMBEST plot i've ever heard of/seen in all of hollywood and the fact that disney is SUCH a difficult company to break into and it's so competitive and it's supposed to hold the highest standards for its craft and THAT plot wasn't ridiculed in its initial pitch in the writer's room and how that plot not only contradicts THE FIRST SCENE we see of ariel missing the concert in her original movie but doesn't even make any sense, given that she gives her voice up to be human so clearly she doesn't care about music THAT much is baffling like the minimum wage character performers in the parks get better training on integrity than the writers from that movie
my first thoughts on the show: i honestly never cared about either movie but i think i disliked the third movie less when i first saw it because tlm2 made melody the main character and that really irritated me as a child because i didn't want to see her and her walrus and penguin, i wanted more ariel who was delegated as a side character bc i guess older women or moms just aren't interesting/worthy of being main characters???
my thoughts now: for as much as i personally dislike the second movie, i'm still glad we have it because i think some of jodi benson's singing is superior to any of her other recordings and i'm genuinely astounded by her talent in some songs. the third movie though is painful and i hate it and it makes me resent disney lol
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notebookpapers · 2 years
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I’ve seen a few people saying that they were upset that Isabela didn’t give Mirabel a more direct apology in Encanto (which is fair), but honestly, as someone with siblings, the saying “actions speak louder than words” is absolutely true. I know it might not be this way for all siblings, but with me and my brother, if we seriously upset each other, we don’t usually directly come out and say sorry. We show it in our behavior towards each other. Same thing goes with me and my cousins. Even if we do say sorry, we don’t just say it with words, we say it with actions.
I understand Isabela. She’s under all this pressure to be perfect, with a gift that only re-enforces her role as the beautiful, ideal picture of what a Madrigal is supposed to be. She’s the oldest Madrigal grandchild, of course her family wanted her life to be as perfect as possible. So naturally, even though Mirabel doesn’t have a gift, I think she envies Mirabel a little bit. Mirabel doesn’t have a gift, but she also doesn’t have the same expectations pushed on her. That’s not to say Mirabel doesn’t have her own problems (because we all know she does), but I think Isabela is jealous of how Mirabel has more freedom than her, in a way. Isabela is expected to be the example, the role model, the one you look up to. She’s expected to get married, she’s expected to have the perfect husband, she’s expected to have children, to bring a new generation of magic. Mirabel is the youngest of her siblings, and the second youngest Madrigal grandchild. She has pressures and expectations of her own, but she’s not expected to be perfect the way Isabela is. Really, I think they’re both probably a little jealous of each other.
For me, I see Isabela��s song as the start of her apology. It’s her confessing to Mirabel why she acts the way she does. Her hugging Mirabel, to me, feels like her saying “thank you. Thank you for accepting me as I am, and thank you for helping me accept myself as I am. You don’t just ruin my life. You also make it better.” As they rebuild the house, the family rebuilds their relationships with each other, Isabela and Mirabel included. We see them having fun planting cacti and helping Luisa with the build. We see them celebrating together as Mariano and Dolores finally become a couple. They haven’t always been the best of siblings to each other, but they still love each other, and they want to be friends again! And they get there, in the end!
Again, still totally fair if you think she should’ve given Mirabel a better apology. Honestly, I kind of think so, too. But as a sibling, I get her. I’ll stop rambling now
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timesholland · 2 years
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‘tis the damn season  || preface
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A/N: I just had this idea while listening to evermore by taylor swift, my very favourite album. So this will be inspired by the songs on the album and the first one is ‘tis the damn season! also I’m sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. If you like this idea let me know :)
Pairing: tom holland x actress!Reader
Moodboard one
Summary: On the first day of your new project you happen to just discover who you are going to be working with for the next months and it just so happen to be your ex. Or something like that. Even though you knew how much you liked Tom back then, it was never clear to you what actually happened between the both of you. He was never clear and the moment you knew you were going end up hurt, you left.
The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me
You had just finished getting your make up done when you took sometime to breathe and finally think about what was going on. So you would have to see Tom again, not only see but work with him everyday for the next three months. Here's the thing: you didn't deal well with unsolved things. Yes, you made the decision to forget him and you did it. But you wished things had been different, in some parallel universe, you wished he held you tighter, tried harder. Wish he decided to meet you halfway.
No one ever knew how much you were hurting when you stopped talking to him. "It wasn't anything serious anyways." you'd tell your bestfriend when she asked about how you were feeling after the news of him being in a new relationship had leaked.
You met Tom when you were younger, you knew him and you loved him. You met him through mutual friends who are also actors and you connected instantly. You couldn't tell when things started to get so confusing and complicated until you realize the guy that was your best friend was sleeping in your bed and then breaking your heart. Not even him, cause you never said a word about it. You acted like you didn't care.
You loved each other and you knew it. But you loved him like you could call him when you were high and talk about anything but you could never tell him why you were hurting. Like you could fall asleep in his lap when you had movie marathons on lazy Saturdays, but you couldn’t touch him when you kissed or look into his eyes for longer than a second. He'd drive to your house at 3 in the morning if it meant you'd be okay. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing you. You haunted his dreams. You could make him break his own knuckles on his bedroom wall and then pull him into your arms moments later with a smile on his face. 
Whenever you happened to meet at premieres, he’d act like he couldn’t look at her when he held her hand because you were laughing with someone else on the other side of the room. And you both knew it, just pretended you didn't.
And now here you are, ready to spend three whole months next to him. You heard a knock on the door that made you snap out of your thoughts as you saw someone opening the door slowly putting his head to the side. “Hey. Can I come in?” 
You couldn’t help but make a weird face at Tom, standing right at your door. What was he doing? What are you supposed to do? Act like nothing ever happened? 
“Sure. How are you? It’s been so long.” you said walking in his direction. 
“Yeah, I'm okay. Happy to be back at London?” he asked while he took a sit on the small sofa you had in your dressing room. You sit next to him, having a hard time to look him directly at the eyes.
“Always happy to be back. So what's up?” you reffered to him coming to your dressing room. He laughed a little, you could see he looked embarassed.
“Nothing really, just wanted to see you before we start this whole thing. Wanted to make sure we are hm...fine?”
“We are fine, yeah. I don’t think this is right place to talk about it anyways.” you stood up and sit on a chair in front of him. 
“I know Y/N but where is the right place? Or moment? I don’t mean to bring this up now but you are the one who’s been ignoring me for months, stopped answering to my texts and been acting weird, we were friends before everything so I don’t get it-” Tom was cut off by your assistant (and best friend) entering the room. 
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were here...hi Tom. I can come back later.” Emily apologized. “No! It’s okay, he was just leaving.” 
Tom stood up and left the room leaving his very well known perfume in the air. 
“What was that about?” Emily asked, knowing well what was that. 
“Nothing, he came in to ask me if we were okay?” you answered ironically laughing. “Saying I stopped answering his texts like he wasn’t the one who was basically running so he wouldn’t have any commitment.” 
“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend now or something?” she whispered. 
“So I heard. But tell me, how can I help you?” you asked her who immediately hand you over a pile of paper and explained what you were supposed to do. You obviously knew well the role you applied for, you just didn’t know who was going to do your love interest in the cast. Until 10 minutes ago. But Tom however, looked like he was ready to come talk to you, actually, looked like he was waiting for it for so long. 
“Y/N! Are you even listening?” Emily called “Can’t stop thiking about finally being a couple in front of cameras?”
“Oh stop it, I’m glad no one ever knew the rumors about me and him were real.” You answered her laughing. “Sometimes I think the best thing I did was leaving, but I kinda miss him though.” 
“Well, I’m glad you do cause you’ll have a lot of time to spend together now.” 
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sunarindior · 3 years
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deja vu.
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sypnosis: Jean was never the guy to reuse old habits he had with his ex. But that changed when he started dating Mikasa after him and Y/N broke up. He started reusing the habits and places he does and would go to when he was with Y/N. He thought, maybe he still loves her. However, the feelings aren’t mutual anymore. Y/N already moved on but when she knew about what Jean has been doing, she has one question for him.
Do you get deja vu when she’s with you?
Pairing: Jean Kirstein X Fem! Reader, Jean Kirstein X Mikasa Akermann, slight! Porco X Reader, mention of Ymir X Historia
warnings: angst, modern au!, one or two curse words, author/third POV, proofread once by me!
a/n: aaah! finally, I have published this one-shot, deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo has been stuck in my mind. And I thought why not make a oneshot with her song. little disclaimer! Mikasa and Y/N do not know each other or anything but both have mutual friends (Ymir & Historia)!
italicized female pronouns are talking about Y/N!
italicized bold are memories!
word count: 1.2k words
taglist: @chxrcxal
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Car rides to Malibu
Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two
Jean has been noticing something he has been doing with Mikasa. He loves her, more than anything. But does he really?
Every month, he and Mikasa drove to Malibu, just to buy strawberry ice cream and look at the sunset together.
Like what he does with her.
And tradin' jackets
Laughin' 'bout how small it looks on you
They would exchange jackets whenever both of them are bored. And Mikasa would laugh at Jean how small her jacket would look when he tries it on.
Like how she laughs at him whenever they do it too.
Watching reruns of Glee
Bein' annoying, singin' in harmony
Jean loves Glee, to the point that he and Mikasa would rewatch reruns of it every Friday and Saturday night.
Mikasa wouldn’t remind him every day that they would watch reruns, unlike her, she always reminds Jean that they would watch their favorite series together.
I bet she's braggin'
To all her friends, sayin' you're so unique
Mikasa would brag to her friend, Historia of how unique Jean is. On how amazing he comes up with dates and places they would go to.
Historia is Ymir’s girlfriend, and Ymir is her bestfriend.
Ymir would tell her what Jean does. Not that she cares about what he does. It’s just that he does things he used to do with her.
So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?
She thinks it's special, but it's all reused
When she found out about this, she was out on a date with Porco, who she loves dearly and who loves her with the exact amount she does, or even more.
And one question was stuck in her mind for Jean.
Do you get deja vu when she’s with you?
That was our place, I found it first
I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you
She would’ve never thought that Jean would reuse their old habits and places. He could’ve at least changed it up a bit and not to the point that everything is the same as what they used to do.
Do you get deja vu when she's with you?
Do you get deja vu? Ah, hmm
Do you get deja vu, huh?
Jean also notices this after four months of dating Mikasa. He notices that the things he does with Mikasa are the same as what he used to do with Y/N.
“Jean say ah!” said Mikasa who was sitting at the hood of his car with Jean and pointing the spoon to Jean
“Say aaah!” Y/N said while moving the spoon to Jean
“Jean? You there?” Mikasa asked and waved her free hand in front of Jean
“Huh? yeah. Sorry I was thinking of something”
Do you call her, almost say my name?
'Cause let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same
“Y/- Mikasa! say ah!” Jean almost slipped up, good thing that he stopped himself immediately.
“Aaah!” Mikasa opened her mouth and ate the ice cream Jean gave her.
Another actress
I hate to think that I was just your type
“Jean, what do you like about me?” Mikasa asked him while laying down the hood of his car and looked at him
“Jean!” Y/N happily called her lover and asked, “what do you like about me?” while looking at Jean’s eye with admiration
“Because you’re my type!”
“Because you’re my type ‘Kasa” He replied while smiling and stroking her cheek with his thumb
And I bet that she knows Billy Joel
'Cause you played her "Uptown Girl"
“Hey ‘Kasa, come here. I’ll play you my favorite song to play on the piano, “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel” Jean said and made Mikasa sit beside him on the piano bench.
“Come here Jean! I’ll teach you one of my favorite songs!” Y/N held Jean’s hand and lead him to the piano at the university’s music room
“This is “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel” she explained and patted the piano bench
You're singin' it together
Now I bet you even tell her how you love her
In between the chorus and the verse (I love you)
“Mikasa,” Jean suddenly called the person beside him while not taking his eyes off the piano keys “Yeah?” Mikasa looked at him
“I love you” He said and suddenly looked at her eyes as he plays through the chorus.
“Y/N” Jean suddenly called her while she plays the piano keys, she only answered him with a gentle hum. “I love you” he said while he looks at her full of love and while she plays through the chorus.
So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?
She thinks it's special, but it's all reused
“Come on babe! Let’s drive to Malibu! I know a good place there that sells ice cream”
“Babe! How ‘bout we go to Malibu?” Y/n suddenly asked looking up at him while they cuddle.
“Hm? Suddenly?” Jean replied and looked at her
“I know a good ice cream place there! I promise you, it's worth it”
That was the show we talked about
Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you
“Babe? It's Friday, let’s watch Glee?” Mikasa asked as she cuddles up Jean
“Babe! Tomorrow’s already Friday! Let’s ready Glee already!” Y/N happily said while sitting on Jean’s lap
“What got you so excited? It’s not even Friday morning yet.”
“It's your favorite, of course, i’ll get excited”
Do you get deja vu when she's with you?
Do you get deja vu? (Oh-oh)
Do you get deja vu?
Every time Jean’s with Mikasa, he can’t help but get deja vu. Especially at moments, he used to do with Y/N.
And he can’t help but think,
Do I still love her?
Strawberry ice cream in Malibu
Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too
Now that he notices that he gets deja vus, he can’t help but think about Y/N.
He would always have flashbacks of the things he used to do with Y/N when he does it with Mikasa.
You're tradin' jackets like we used to do
(Yeah, everything is all reused)
Jean thought he never loved someone like how he loves Mikasa. But he was wrong.
He never loved someone like how he loves Y/N
Play her piano, but she doesn't know
That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel
A different girl now, but there's nothing new
He was planning to talk to Y/N, to ask her back.
But he suddenly stopped.
When he saw something he thought he wouldn’t expect.
I know you get deja vu
I know you get deja vu
He saw Y/N the person who he thought he doesn’t love anymore, laughing happily with her new boyfriend.
Her shoulder to cry on, the one who was with her when they broke up, and the reason why Jean had a big bruise on his right cheek for a week or two.
She was smiling so much, like how she would smile at Jean.
Jean suddenly got deja vu when he saw her hugging Porco while moving side to side, as if their dancing with music.
And suddenly Jean finally noticed it, he always gets deja vu when he’s with Mikasa.
I know you get deja vu
fin.
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The Spirit of Christmas
Did someone order a Christmas fic? Oneshot. Erik is being hassled by his annoying neighbor.
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Erik's eyes drooped as he looked down on the overgrown child standing before him, short, bundled up, and grinning in a hideous bulky sweater that Christmas threw up. Gold bells dangled from her sleeves. There were multicolored puff balls. His four-year-old play niece couldn't even make anything that ugly. Wasn't she embarrassed? No, she'd have to be somewhat aware for that to kick in.
From the moment she knocked on his door back in April with that same unsettling grin and an offering of rabbit-shaped cookies to let him know she was his new neighbor, he knew there was something wrong with her mentally, he just didn't know what. Needless to say the cookies went in the trash and from then, he'd made it a point to avoid her. He'd tried! On God he had, but as hard as he tried was as strong as she would not let that happen.
What went through that happy little empty head of hers? Did it sound like air blowing through or were there little dancing elves singing all day like Smurfs? As she beamed up at him, he didn't like the hope in her eyes. She was gonna ask for something and it was never anything simple like sugar or flour.
"Merry Christmas neighbor!" Her large dimples sank in. She looked sneaky.
He threw the door shut, but stopped when he heard a loud squeak. Her hand was in the crack blocking the door from closing in her face. That had to have hurt. Opening the door, he started to ask if she was okay but she spoke first, rubbing her hand with a slight wince.
"I've been watching you."
His eyebrows went down knitting together.
"I've seen a lot.. Things you don't think I've seen," she bragged with a smug cross of her jingling arms. Erik stiffened thinking of the bands of cash sitting out on his coffee table.. drugs in a duffel on the floor. His eyes narrowed.
"Oh?" His eyes flickered to the neighboring apartment doors as he wondered who else was watching. "What you see?"
She pushed her index into his chest. "You haven't had visitors since I moved in! No friends.. no family!"
Erik exhaled his relief. "I'm not a people-person."
"If you're a people, you're a person. That makes you a people person," she chirped. Again she made no sense. Erik took a long blink closing the door more carefully this time. "Wait," her hand jetted out again. It was the other hand now blocking the door from shutting.
"What do you want, Jessica," Erik waved impatiently leaning with his elbow on the door frame.. partially to support his resting weight and partially to keep her out. She liked to be nosey looking into his apartment past his body, craning her neck to get into his business.
"I'm doing Christmas in Pittsburgh with the fam, come with me."
He almost spit.
"No."
She blocked the door again and he rolled his eyes putting his head briefly on the door.
"Jessica, I'm tryna be nice 'cause I don't know quite what's wrong with you... but you pushing it."
"It's Christmas spirit! Oh Erik, can't you feel it? It's all around us! 🎵 Christmas is the time of year for being with the one's we love. Sharing so much joy and cheer," she sang. "What a wonderful fe'-"
"PLEASE..."
She froze.
"Don't sing..," he whispered. "Look I have plans. Thanks for the invite but I can't make it."
"Hm." Her finger pointed hard and accusingly. "Erik Stevens you're lying to me! You spend every holiday here in this apartment. I know!" Looking around first, she leaned forward. "I check..."
"With who?"
"This won't do! You gotta get into the festivities, it's Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year!"
"Busy."
"But-"
That was all she got out before the door closed in her face. Erik didn't like holidays. To him, they were regular days but worse because everyone seemed so damn happy as if reality had somehow slipped away. He couldn't just forget real life so easily, he wasn't built that way. Finishing his count, he stored his cash and started on dinner.
"A man fires a rifle for many years and he goes to war. He comes home and he sees that whatever else he may do with his life like build a house, love a woman, change his son's diaper but he will always remain a jarhead," Swoff said onscreen as Erik shoveled a forkful of cheesy pasta into his mouth. This was reality. War, death, power struggle, and debauchery.
A series of knocks on his door had Erik rolling his eyes again. He ignored it until he realized she wasn't leaving then he paused the movie.
"What," he yelled swinging his door open to that same annoying grin.
"Erik, don't close the door! Please, come with me it'll be so much fun. It's twenty minutes away!"
"NO."
"You'll get a present!"
"Nuh-what kinda present? Not one of those ugly ass sweaters I hope."
"Oh this," she chuckled pulling on a bell. "My mom sewed it.. One night and I won't bother you ever again... until New Year's."
"Bye," the door closed.
"Okay okay!" She blocked it. "You won't hear a peep from me until Memorial Day, thank you for your service!"
"My what?"
"I accidentally got your mail one day, you had a VA appointment."
Erik could feel the intense irritation palpable and radiating on his skin.
"I swear, you won't see or hear me just one night of fun," she beamed, blinking quickly with praying hands. Erik sighed looking back at his leftovers to put away.
"Do you promise?... You won't look at me, talk to me, bother me if I go with you this one night?"
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The ride took twenty-five minutes, five minutes longer than she'd said and she'd sang the entire ride. He was Christmas'd out already. Then he saw the house surrounded in snow.
It was a humble cream colored house with white around the windows and a red door decorated with a wreath. Multicolored lights lined the roof and an inflatable snowman stood guarding the bushes out front. Jessica giddily bounced behind the wheel turning off the car including the heat and Erik was forced to follow her into the residence. The door wasn't locked. They were greeted with heat, strings of Christmas lights, a tall tree decked in pricey looking ornaments, and the sound of old music. Erik knew the song by Bing Crosby.. but he didn't like it.
"Mommy! Daddy! I'm home!"
"My baaby," a woman's voice came, chased by an older woman with neatly arranged grey twists pinned by a mistletoe hair clip. She was definitely a Claire Huxtable type in a white silk blouse, red lipstick, pearls, a red skirt, and low heels. Why wasn't she as tacky as her daughter? Hadn't she made that hideous sweater? She hung onto Jessica, smiling and swaying her back and forth in her arms as if she hadn't seen her in a while.. and then she noticed Erik and straightened. "Ooh. Where are my manners," she smiled looking between him and her daughter as if she were missing something she'd ask Jessica about later in private. Erik felt only mildly uncomfortable. "I'm Ernestine... you are?"
"Mom, this is my neighbor, Erik. I told you he was cute! Ain't he HOT!"
Ernestine's brow raised at her daughter and Erik wondered if something really was wrong with Jessica.
"He has dimples like me! He-"
"Okay dear, that's nice. Erik could I speak to you for a moment?" Ernestine smiled gently but he could read it. She had something serious to say. Following her into the kitchen where casserole dishes and pots and pans of food sat, he could smell cooking like he hadn't smelled in a couple of months. She cooked like his late grandmother and it made him salivate. Greens, shrimp, chicken, ham, mac and cheese, yams, potato salad. He could almost taste it.
"Sorry I'm not really dressed," he offered with Ernestine waving him off.
"Not at all.. Erik..," she paused choosing her words carefully. "What.. exactly.. do you.. know.. about my daughter?"
Erik felt her meaning between the words.  "Not much," he admitted. "We're just neighbors. Is she..."  He didn't know how to ask it.
"She's eccentric" was the answer. "A little.. different than most."
Erik swallowed his response. 
"I know," Ernestine nodded seemingly reading his mind. She must've been used to it. "But I look at it this way.. It's rare that such a beautiful spirit is born into this world, since she was a baby that's never changed. She's our angel.. Please, I know it's not your responsibility but.. look out for her. Will you?"
"Sugarplum," a booming voice yelled from the living room taking the attention. When Erik looked back to Ernestine she smiled and he followed her from the kitchen to see a heavyset older black man shaking Jessica in his arms as she grinned.
"Me next," a younger guy said. From the context, Erik could see it was father and brother. Donald and Joshua who was probably in his early twenties. They both nodded to him as he smiled politely, hands clasped in front of himself. "What you been up to sis? Staying outta trouble I hope."
She shared a few tales from her job. He didn't know she was a dentist, it shocked him completely. Was she really smart enough? Apparently so.
"And I told Mr. MacDougall the SNUGGLE is real," she snickered tickled rosy by her own joke to her patient. She laughed from her nose, forever on the verge of snorting while her family looked at her like she was the baby Jesus. They really did adore her. "But wait! There's MYRRH!!!" Tears leaked from her eyes from laughing and Erik found himself smiling to blend in.
"Oh phooey, Erik, don't be a phoney," Jessica wiped her eye, still shuddering in her laughter. She threw a white pillow from the leather couch at him and he caught it feeling suddenly awkward. "You never laugh at my puns! That's what makes it's so funny," she gasped in stitches. "Mr. MacDougall didn't laugh either. He just stared like he was so confuuused," she wheezed, her nostrils flaring like headlights. It broke her brother who snorted. "I swear I love your faces!"
"Hey hey!" A voice came from the front door as a woman with a brown fur vest scooted inside to the living room with matching brown boots followed by a small group of happy people carrying gifts. They kissed the rest of the family, laughing and talking about everything from rowdy kids to the snow. They seemed like a normal family, everyone but Jessica. She jumped up quickly to take the gifts adding them under the bigass fir tree and Erik wondered what type of gifts they gave and how he'd get one.
Jessica hugged every single person in that group as well as the next. The house was full and loud with laughter, stories, and the sound of kids running back and forth.
"SIT YA ASS DOWN," he heard an auntie growl at a kid only a little older than his play niece. The kid looked at her, sitting immediately.. reminding him of his childhood with his family. "Excuse me," the woman waved apologetically when she made eye contact, but it made Erik feel comfortable. He smiled.
When the family played charades, he sat quietly and hoped they wouldn't call him up and he was lucky because they were too busy competing for a turn, each person imitating a family member and getting roars of laughter followed by an "I am not like that" or an "AND?!" The reactions tickled Erik more than anything. He tried to watch each family member from then to see if the impressions were accurate and he laughed to himself on the ones he could personally confirm.
"Hey Erik," one of the men called from around the kitchen table. The seats were full all around with additional folding chairs pulled up. "Prettyboy like you know how to play spades?"
Erik's brows rose and he blew out a breath. "Old man.. you sure you in the mood to lose?" The man's face dropped and instantly Erik felt his foot in his mouth. He'd gone too far.
"..I think you got a challenge, Lem," the man beside him on his right smirked, coughing to hide his laugh. Lem cut the cards after the man to his left shuffled.
"I'll ask you the same question when you're digging this old foot out ya ass," Lem chuckled and another man stood to let Erik sit. Erik played four successful games before Jessica appeared over his shoulder whispering loudly in his ear. He controlled his shudder feeling the air on his face.
"Christmas scavenger hunt," she said pulling him from the chair. "My neighbor," she explained to the table, hugging him proudly. "Okay, let's go!"
The outdoor scavenger hunt happened in the backyard in the dark. Erik didn't understand why his wrist had to be tied to Jessica's. It wasn't like any scavenger hunt he'd done, not that he'd done one since he was eight and that was for Easter.
"Follow me," Jessica pulled as if he had a choice. She fell almost instantly. "Owww, I bongo'd my booty," she pouted seriously, rubbing her butt.
"..Now I gotta get outta here," he muttered.
"Huh?"
"I said did you see that reindeer."
"What reindeer?" She looked puzzled but forgot it fast.
She pawed through trees and got down on her knees in the snowy grass to feel around which was more than anyone else was doing. They were mostly talking and enjoying the view of the bright sky. It was a beautiful night. The more Jessica searched through the snow, Erik began to think of her hands. She wasn't wearing gloves. Her hands had to be freezing. He looked around at the guests standing around casually.
"Jessica.. I don't think you'll find anything under the snow let's look somewhere else."
"I'm like a bloodhound for this, I can smell it!" She continued to shift snow, digging on her knees shifting around the ground and Erik's mind went to Ms. Ernestine.
"Jessica.. stand up," he whispered through his teeth tugging her up with a quick yank of his wrist. "It's too cold for you to be digging through snow with your bare h-" There was a plastic ornament in her palm, a proud grin on her face.
"I knew it," she leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. "Joshua planted it and he's not that creative," she whispered giddily. "He must have done it before the snow... WE FOUND IT! WE FOUND THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS! WE WIN! YES!! TAKE THAT LOOOOSERRS!!"
As the round of applause and some disappointed groans followed, Erik felt awkward standing with her as she gloated in her ridiculous victory dance but he couldn't negate that... she was right. Once untied, he stood next to her as she turned in the ornament to Ms. Ernestine exchanging it for two small red gift boxes. Handing Erik one, she beamed at him and the small crowd.
"Same time."
He nodded and at the same time they opened the boxes.
"Socks!!! Oh my God I love fuzzy socks," she spazzed bending backward to cheer at the sky. When Erik looked in his box, he looked up at the crowd and Ms. Ernestine. Was it really cool to accept this? Should he give it to Jessica? "What did you get," Jessica asked. He showed her. "Eh.. it's nice but I like mine better," she winked. It was a $100 bill. She could've had tons of socks. He sat down their boxes and felt her hands, they were still cold.
"Let's go inside and warm up," he nodded toward the house glad when Ms. Ernestine agreed, announcing that it was definitely time to eat. She said the prayer as people held hands and Erik couldn't remember the last time anyone around him had held hands to pray. "Let me get that for you. You want a lil everything?" He stepped in to fix an older lady's plate so she wouldn't lose her seat or wait in line. That led to him fixing three different plates for people but Jessica was right there with him, smiling the whole time. "Have a seat," he told her, doubling down when she politely declined. "You've done enough, enjoy your family."
Confused, she did what he suggested and he brought her food and drink to her in the living room before finding a nearby seat. She was just as quirky as ever, saying things that made no sense, but Erik was too into the food to care. He ate three plates and drank two eggnogs.
Right when he thought he'd go into a food coma, he heard his name.
"Erik," a gruff voice called from the dining room. It was her dad waving him over where most of the men were. "Hey, do me a favor and go upstairs to the room on the right and grab that jar from the top shelf of my closet.
Erik looked around briefly with slightly widened eyes for Joshua but didn't see him.
"You want me to..," he questioned.
"Yeah, son, go get it and bring it here. Thanks."
Son, Erik thought as he went up the stairs. The man barely knew him yet called him son. This family was something else and it wasn't something he was used to.
In the closet was a glass mason jar full of pocket change and dollars of varying values. There were 50s in there. The fact that he was trusted to retrieve it spoke volumes. He carried it down the stairs carefully fulfilling his mission to get it back to Mr. Donald who thanked him asking no questions.
"And the jar this Christmas... goes to.. drumroll," he commanded getting a loud drum of hands on laps, tables, and walls. "DREW!"
"YES," a teenage boy shouted hurriedly finding his way forward to pose beside Mr. Donald with the jar. His grin full of braces was as big as Jessica's in that moment and when Erik glanced at Jessica, she waved. He nodded back with a small smile. She was beginning to grow on him... just a little.
When the house erupted in carols, he didn't feel pressured to sing. He sat and listened, smiling at the little kids who sang the loudest with the drunk uncle leading in an offbeat baritone. It was a warm feeling he'd forgotten.
And then they exchanged gifts with some people opening there's on the spot and some people taking theirs to go along with several plates of food.
"Erik," Jessica smiled bouncing happily in front of him like she had the best news. She put a red and green gift box in his hands. The dog design was tacky, but he could look past that now. "Open it now," she rushed and when he did, he was taken aback.. again. "I made this on the off chance that you'd say yes and come home for the holidays with me."
His fingers rolled over his face pasted on top of a photoshopped body added to her family's group photo and it was the most bizarre and lowkey creepy gift he'd ever gotten.. but in that way, it was also perfect which hit different. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't stop looking at it.
"Ew... Don't get all soft on me now Stevens," she blurted rolling her eyes with genuine disgust. What kind of response did she expect? He laughed thinking about it.
"Come here," he grabbed her into a hug she fought to get out of.
"Ew ew ew, feelings!"
It only made him laugh and hold tighter.
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The ride back to the apartment was more chill. Quiet except for the old music that Jessica sang along to, this time under her breath. When they reached the building, there was a relaxed peace as they went up in the elevator together.
"I owe you a Christmas present," Erik said at the door glancing over as Jessica opened the door to her apartment.
"You do, I gave you a good one."
He blew a small laugh through his nostrils. "Yes. Yes, you did. Have a good night, okay?"
"Sleep in heavenly peace," she smiled leaning her head on her door. He nodded and entered his apartment, picking up in the living room before getting ready for bed. There was another series of knocks on the door.
"What's up," he asked opening it to a squinting Jessica. She looked a little constipated or confused. "You good? What you need?"
"Uh.  I know I promised, but do I still have to stay away from you until Memorial Day? I kinda had a lotta fun tonight. It looked like you did too."
Erik shook his head, too tired to laugh at the nonsense. One thing for sure, he'd never be bored.
"You can talk to me," he nodded dramatically before yawning. "We family ain't we?"
"Good because for New Year's we gotta go turn up at my granny's cat hotel! Eee!!" She clapped squealing in excitement. "You'll love her, she's just like me but she's just a little weird," she whispered.
Erik's brows knit together as he broke down that statement. That was something to think about when the time came, he was too tired.
"Good night, Jessica," he sang closing the door gently. She stopped it.
"One more thing!"
"Girl do you ever get tired!"
"Merry Christmas, brother from another mother," she grinned. He shook his head with a sigh.
"..See you on New Year's."
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Deja Vu
I changed a few lyrics, not many though <3 and the story won't be set in the 90s, because of the mention of TV shows
Summary: to anyone else, hermione’s relationship with ron would seem new and exciting. but you know that she treated you the exact same way
Pairings: past hermione x reader, hermione x ron
Warnings: angst
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Car rides to London
Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two
The wind blew through your hair as you sat beside Hermione, in your white convertible with the top down. Hermione had come up with the idea to drive over to London during the summer, and you went along with it. You knew you'd follow her anywhere.
You guys laughed and held hands together, walking into a brightly lit ice cream shop. Hermione looked at you fondly as you stared in awe all of the flavors up on the menu. "Go on and find a seat, love, I'll get the ice cream." You flashed her your incredible smile and went towards a seat hidden away, in a corner of the shop.
Hermione came to your table a few minutes later, holding a big cup of strawberry ice cream with one spoon. She grinned, "Strawberry, your favorite."
And tradin' jackets
Laughin' 'bout how small it looks on you
"Y/N, it's not even that funny!" But even Hermione struggled to contain her laughter while you both stood in front of your mirror, admiring yourselves. You were in Hermione's knitted sweater, which was too big for you, while she was in your jean jacket, which was way too small for her. You admired her, the way she laughed and joked with you, and the happiness in her eyes.
Watching reruns of Glee
Bein' annoying, singin' in harmony
Cuddled up on the couch, you and Hermione were watching episodes of Glee that you'd seen far too many times, and belting out the lyrics of songs, even though you both knew that you sounded terrible. "I don't like cities", you sang, grinning. "But I like New York", Hermione added. It was one of your favorite memories.
And now he's braggin'
To all his friends, sayin' you're so unique
You were sitting a little bit away from Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table eating your breakfast when you heard, "How're you and Hermione?"
Ron grinned at Harry before saying, "It's great, she's so unique. We went to London during the summer and I found out that she loves some muggle show called Glee. Said an old friend showed it to her."
An old friend. That's what you were now?
You pushed your food away and left the Great Hall, passing Hermione on your way out, who of course went straight to Ron without a second glance.
So when you gonna tell him that we did that, too?
He thinks it's special, but it's all reused
"She makes me feel great, Harry, I don't know how to explain it. What we have is special."
You chuckled dryly from the other side of the common room, a noise only you heard. Guess she hasn't broken the news, huh?
You knew that everything she's been doing with him was everything she once loved to do with you. It hurt to know that your memories were so meaningless that she could make them new with someone else. It made you feel worthless.
That was our place, I found it first
I made the jokes you tell to him when he's with you
Walking along the Black lake, you took in the fresh air and the beautiful scenery. For the first time in months, you felt ... at peace. Every day, it had felt like you were drowning in heartbreak and despair, and nothing had helped. You smiled to yourself, sitting down near the water and closing your eyes.
Your peace was soon interrupted when you heard laughter and footsteps pass not far by you. You opened your eyes and turned your head, only to be met with the sight of Ron and Hermione, who hadn't seen you yet, sitting under the old Cherry Blossom tree that you'd take Hermione to whenever she was feeling down or stressed. Your spot. That was your spot.
And now it's not.
You got up to leave, your peaceful mood quickly ruined, and started walking away, not before hearing Hermione tell Ron a joke, a joke that you knew all too well. A joke that you once told her.
Do you get déjà vu when he's with you?
Whenever you saw Hermione and Ron doing anything together, you almost found yourself smiling, because it reminded yourself so much of your own relationship with her. Seeing them was déjà vu. You couldn't help but wonder if it was the same way with her.
Do you call him, almost say my name?
'Cause let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same
"Y─ Ron!" You whipped around, looking across the courtyard at hearing Hermione almost call your name. She was quick to correct herself, but you caught it. It was short, but it was there. She still thought about you and you knew it.
Hm. Guess we do kinda sound the same.
Another Gryffindor
I hate to think that I was just your type
It seems as if Hermione had a specific type. The brave, kind Gryffindors. It almost made you laugh, to think that you ever thought you were her specific type.
And I bet that he knows Billy Joel
'Cause you played him "Uptown Girl"
You're singin' it together
Now I bet you even tell him how you love him
In between the chorus and the verse
The music playing from the corner of the common room was hard to ignore. It was a good song that served as a bittersweet reminder of what you didn't have, but Ron did. "And when she knows what she wants from her time and when she wakes up and makes up her mind." Cheerful music and whispered 'I loves you's, voices hoarse from singing along.
You're tradin' jackets like we used to do
Play him piano, but he doesn't know
That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel
They were sat together at the piano bench, Hermione was playing Ron a song on the piano, his jacket slung over her shoulders while hers was resting on his shoulders. Now she was the one too small for the jacket, like you used to be.
I know you get déjà vu
"... Do you get deja vu?"
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I just binge read all your fundy one shots and had an idea.
Sooooo you know how the little mermaid has a sequel???? Ariel has a daughter named Melody, and during her baptism they're attacked day Ursula sister. Ariel builds a wall around the castle and Melody hates them and sneaks out all the time.
I was just thinking red haired mermaid + handsome prince who likes music + walls and didn't know where to go from there
Oh god I loveddddd the sequel to that movie! It was just so good, and omg you’re totally right! I didn’t realize how kinda similar some of the stuff are when it comes to Fundy’s life. :333
Anyway, I made this short (again, is this even short lol) one-shot about this idea. Some stuff are different cause well, I honestly forgot some stuff about the movie since I watched it when I was like 12 skskks. Anyway, hope you like this!
Sally cradled the precious bundle closer to her chest as Wilbur guided her down the steps that led from the captain’s quarters to the deck of the ship. She scoffed as he quickened his pace, stretching out a hand as though to help her down the last steps. Ever the gentleman, her king of music. She took his hand, refraining from jumping down with the precious cargo in her hold. The sun was bright in the sky as they looked out into the sea, her people flocking near the edge of the boat to catch a glimpse of the small prince of the land and sea. The baby gurgled happily in her arms as she rocked him back and forth, waving a hand towards her sister who had settled nearby. Niki waved back, crooning sadly that she wouldn’t be able to actually see their new addition to the family. Fundy wasn’t quite like the mermaids - like Sally - taking on a more human-form with the addition of fox-like attributes that Sally just knew came from Wilbur. There was no other option.
“They seem excited.” Wilbur chuckled, hands against the rails as he gazed down at the mermaids. There was a twinkle in his eye as he wrapped an arm around Sally, cooing down at their beloved boy. “He’s just so small... so fragile. I’m going to cry, Sal.”
“Like you don’t do so every night each time you put Fundy to sleep.”
Sally leaned into his touch, resting her head against his shoulder as she continued to rock Fundy in her arms, the small baby giggling as he tried to reach for a strand of her long curly hair. She leaned down to boop his little noise, smiling as Fundy reached up a hand to boop hers too. Wilbur kept his family close as they stared out into the waves, the party was in full-swing behind them, but they stayed where they were. She could hear Wilbur’s younger brothers arguing in the background on a matter regarding what she could only assume was Tommy stealing some of Techno’s stuff. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her father-in-law, Phil, heading towards him. There was a serene look on the man’s face, his stance relaxed as he approached the couple with an ease and regality that only a king could ever hold. He had retired from the position recently, trusting Wilbur with the kingdom and now here they were, celebrating the first birthday of the kingdom’s heir. Sally held Fundy closer as Phil finally reached them, patting Wilbur on the shoulder and pulling Sally into a one-armed hug. She never knew the comfort of a parent, having only her younger sister, Niki, for company.
“Not going to join in the  festivities, mate? I could watch Fundy for both of you, if you’d like.” Sure enough, Fundy began to reach his little arms towards his grandfather, whining as Sally continued to hold onto him.
“In a minute, dad. Sally and I were just enjoying the view.” Sally let Wilbur take Fundy from her, the newly crowned king rubbing a hand against Fundy’s soft ginger curls before pressing a kiss to the babe’s forehead. Wilbur chuckled as Fundy suddenly gripped a loose brown curl from Wilbur’s hair, the baby holding onto it tightly that Wilbur couldn’t escape. Phil shook his head at the small display, Sally giggling at the sight as Wilbur looked up at them with pleading eyes. Soon enough, Fundy got bored and started to squirm in Wilbur’s arms, reaching towards Phil with grabby hands. The baby’s eyes were fixed to Phil’s wings, clearly wishing to pluck a feather or two if Wilbur and Sally were to allow it. Phil wasted no time in scooping his grandson up, the small baby yipping in the older man’s hold as he settled into his grandfather’s arms. Sally mentally crooned as she looked down at her baby. At least he’ll always have the love of his family. Fundy would grow up with his mother, his father, his grandfather, and his three uncles. “Although, maybe we could spare a few minutes. My little champion seems to want to spend some time with his grandpa, hm?”
“Don’t call me that, mate, you’re making me feel old.” Phil scoffed, holding Fundy in his arms with a gentleness that the king only ever showed towards family. Sally took the opportunity and looped an arm around Wilbur’s, dragging him off towards the center of the deck where most of the partygoers were. Phil gave her a small smile as they left before turning to look out into the distance, cradling a cooing Fundy in his arms. Wilbur looked down at her in surprise, eyes blinking as those deep dark brown eyes - that reminded her so much of the dark ocean depths that she once resided in - looked at her with such love and endearment. How could she have been so lucky as to have him? It had been his heart-song that had made her so deeply in love with him. That and he wasn’t that bad of a looker either.
“If you wanted me all to yourself, you should have just said so, love.”
“Now where would the fun be in that, my king?” She leaned in closer, their faces nearly touching when the band began to play a familiar tune. She gasped, Wilbur’s eyes widening before wrapping his arms around her. The band was playing their song, the song that they had danced to on the night of their wedding. It wasn’t quite the traditional slow song that Wilbur said most weddings had. It was a fast-paced yet short tune, a ditty if you will, that left the dancers breathless and nearly exhausted once it finally concluded. His hands were on her waist, her hands pressed against his shoulders in a sort of faux waltz despite the music that was playing. From the corner of her vision, she could see that the crowd had dispersed, leaving space for Wilbur and Sally to dance if they so wanted to. She smirked, leaning up until her lips were close to Wilbur’s, her breath against his face as she looked up at him with a raised brow. “Well, my king, care for a dance?”
“As if you have to ask, love.” Wilbur grinned. Then they were dancing, their steps hurried and quick as they heard the crowd cheer and clap. Of course, Sally led the dance - as if she’d ever let Wilbur lead. Wilbur adjusted to her steps accordingly, knowing exactly what she was doing and feeling great pleasure at letting his wife take control of a skill that she had tried so hard to master.
As they danced, the creak of the wood pierced through the air as the band started another round of songs. The crowd began to join in, Sally catching a glimpse of Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo amongst the crowd - though Techno was simply standing in the sea of people with an awkward look on his face. Wilbur noticed and left Sally to dance by herself. She watched as Wilbur headed towards Techno, no doubt to help his brother with the sudden influx of people in the small space of the center deck. After a few minutes, she broke off to let herself rest, whizzing through the crowd until she reached Phil who had his wings raised in the air. She ducked beneath his left wing, glancing down towards her son who had managed to fall asleep in Phil’s arms. She pressed a gentle kiss on the sleeping babe’s forehead, glad to know that she can trust Phil to put his grandson to sleep. There was a small feather clutched in Fundy’s arms, a content smile on the baby’s face as he snuggled closer to what he was holding. Phil shook his head, chuckling before pulling Sally into a one-sided hug.
“Wilbur went to help Techno. I hope Fundy wasn’t too much of a nuisance... and that him plucking one of your feathers off didn’t hurt.” Phil laughed, shaking his head as he passed Fundy over to Sally. The baby stirred, but didn’t wake as Sally held him closer, cooing about how adorable he was when he wasn’t awake trying to pull other people’s hair or feathers off. She remembered Phil shrieking the first time it had happened during the first time she had let him carry his grandson. Now, Fundy’s crib consisted of feathers hanging overhead - although those came from the ones that naturally fell off Phil’s wings. “I’m glad you got him to sleep so easy, it usually takes forever━”
She felt the shift in the air before she noticed the dark clouds that had rolled in. Phil tensed up, his wings wrapping around her and Fundy protectively as they all took an instinctive step back. Everyone had gone quiet, the band that had played so loudly ceasing to a lull as the crowd began to disperse. The clouds roiled overhead, yet not a single drop of rain came from above. There was a static crackle in the air that didn’t felt like lightning poised to strike. Sally looked down, her people that were once there having vanished back into the sea with only her sister left on the surface. Niki gazed up at her, worry dancing in her eyes before she too vanished into the depths. Sally felt her breath caught in her throat, clutching Fundy closer as she realized what was causing this chaos.
“Sally! Sally!” She heard Wilbur’s voice call out from across the deck, his curly brown hair appearing within view as he tried to reach for her. She felt the arm around her shoulder tense up, the air screaming to a halt as Phil shouted for Wilbur to get back. There was a low whistle in the air and she heard Wilbur scream as a trident sailed past him, nearly grazing his cheek as it lodged itself into the wood of the main mast. She shrieked, teeth clenched together in anger at the thought of anyone daring to hurt her Wilbur, but Phil kept her where she was. They all stood in utter silence, until a flash of lightning - actual lightning - broke through the sky, a figure appearing at the front of the ship. The familiar painted smile on that damned porcelain mask seared itself into her memory.
Dream tilted his head, “Hello.”
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Fundy watched curiously as a bit of ocean water seeped past the tall blackstone walls that kept him prisoner within the palace. He laughed as the water tickled his feet, reaching down to feel the cool water against his face as he patted his hands against the water. He looked up, noticing a small grate on the side of the wall that led directly to the ocean. He held back his excited gasp, before deciding to make a break for it.
A pair of arms caught him just as he was squirming his way between two bars, the familiar scent of salt hitting his nose as his mom held him in her arms. He blinked up at her, ears pressed against the top of his head, whining as he was taken away from the grate that presented freedom. He could see his dad by the doorway, a hand clutching at the stone wall as his mom brought him back into the palace. He tried to squirm out of her grip, but she was unrelenting and only let him down once his dad had closed and locked the door behind them. He stomped a foot against the floor, tail bristling in indignation. 
“I wan’ go out.” He pointed towards the window, locked (he should know, Fundy had tried it before he realized someone had left the door unopen) but it served a greater purpose of showing him the outside world. The walls had always blocked the ocean view, but his parents knew that he wanted to see it. So why weren’t they letting him? His mom sighed, crouching down so she could look him in the eyes. She cupped her cheek, pain dancing in her sea green eyes as she stuttered to answer him. He huffed, looking away as he crossed his little arms in front of his chest. His dad had moved to stand at his side and he could feel a hand rubbing the top of his head and scratching behind his ears. It would have been nice if they hadn’t kept him from leaving. He wanted to see the vast blue ocean that his storybooks always talked about, to see the shells and the fish that he’d occasionally see pictures of. “Don’ wanna talk, I angy.”
“Sorry, baby. But you know how dangerous the ocean is... We can do something else if you’d like, honey. Anything you want for the entire day, how does that sound?” Despite the anger he held in his tiny little body, he slowly began to forget as his dad began to pet his ears and his mom began to pick him up again. They held him in their arms, doting on him as if trying to make him forget what he wanted in the first place. He purred, happy to be the center of his parent’s attention. Even if he did feel a bit coddled, he wouldn’t pass up the chance to spend an entire day with his parents.
“Go nyoom!” His parents laughed as he raised up his arms, both of them setting him back onto the ground as they both counted from 1 to 10. He giggled, turning to leave the small room they were in. He wouldn’t be caught so easily.
And as Fundy ran away, he spared a single glance back, catching a glimpse of the grate that he had tried to escape from.
‘Someday.’ He thought to himself, and then he was running, his parents chasing after him as they tried to coax him to come back. He giggled, happy to play chase with them even if it meant giving up momentary freedom.
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Somewhere, a man clad in a white mask sits upon a throne, trident in hand. He had sensed the little one call out to the ocean. Truly, it was a pity that his own kind would ever interact with a human.
Ah, well. He’d just have to take both of them back then.
‘Someday, indeed.’
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*brain processing noises*
Listen. I don’t know XD
Okay, explanation. Sally is not royalty, she is just a normal mermaid who happened to have fallen in love with Wilbur - who was the crown prince but in this one-shot he is now the king of L’Manburg. Sally’s only family is Niki here while Wilbur has Phil, Tommy, Techno, and Tubbo.
Essentially, mermaids in this world have the ability to transform into a human form but they usually don’t do so cause they fear humans.
Now, yes, Dream is kinda king Triton and Morgana in this AU (no he is not related to Sally XD). Essentially, Dream is the king of the mermaids and he really does not want his people to associate with humans, so Sally has pretty much angered him for deciding to fall in love with human. However, he won’t hurt them, he just wants them back in the ocean and stuff. Yes, he also considers Fundy as one of his people since one of Fundy’s parents is a mermaid. So ye...
This is confusing and I apologize. I hope you guys like this tho! Also, to the anon, I cross-posted this on ao3. I hope that’s alright with you!
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to-boldly-nope · 4 years
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Confetti Falling (1/2)
Pairing: TOS Bones x Reader
Words: 1110
Plot: A night at the Starfleet Ball
A/N: I usually name these after songs I'm listening to while writing 😅 and I relived childhood and listened to Confetti Falling by Big Time Rush and remembered how much I loved the song??? Yeah...
{PART 2 HERE}
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"Go to the Starfleet Ball, they said, you'll have a great time, they said. If I'm not careful then I'll get lonely and start talking to myself," you muttered to your glass before chugging the champagne.
You carefully made your way through the people dancing just to get to the drink table. Pathetic to other people, but you didn't care. You didn't want to be there anyway and you didn't have a date. There were only you and the many glasses of champagne.
"Excuse me," you said to a couple before squeezing through them and finally meeting the table, but you saw a familiar blue dress uniform and perfect brown hair.
You froze for a moment, not wanting to return to the table, but not wanting to go back to your spot after the trouble of getting across the room. You took a breath and straightened your back and puffed out your chest. Men liked confidence, right? You walked up to the table and reached for a glass, but your hand met someone else's and you pulled your hand back with a blush.
"Oh, hi, (Y/N)," Bones greeted while grabbing the glass that the two of you were reaching for, "I believe that you wanted this."
You took the glass, "Thank you, Doctor."
"Let's drop the titles, (Y/N), we're at a ball. It's supposed to be fun."
"You? Fun?" You laughed, "Leonard, I believe that you're having as much fun as I am. And that's not a lot."
"Jim insisted that I come, he said that I spent too much time in sickbay."
You watched as he grabbed his own glass of champagne and drank it. "I hate this dress uniform and I hate how this champagne is synthetic."
"At least you have Jim and Spock to talk to."
"Yeah right," he scoffed, "Jim's teaching Spock how to get a date."
"Spock's kinda handsome so it can't be that hard, can it?" You teased.
"You think you can do it? Get Spock to dance with you?"
"Yeah, I bet I can," you smiled, "You wanna place bets on it?"
Bones smiled, "I'll take that bet. What's your bid?"
You thought about it for a minute, "If I get Spock to dance with me then you owe me two dances. And your bid, my good sir?"
"I seem to be running out of whiskey," he said with a slight smirk.
"That's a very nice bid. Alright, where is Spock?"
"Over there, by the door."
You sat down the glass and made your way over to Jim and Spock. The scene was quite funny, Spock looked like that he wanted to leave and Jim was complimenting every girl, making them feel important and hyping them up like the feminist he is.
"Hi, Mr. Spock," you greeted with a smile as you walked up to him.
"Greetings, (Y/N)."
"Would you maybe like to have this dance?"
"I do not see the purpose of asking," Spock said while taking your hand and bringing you out to the dance floor.
Bones watched from the drink table and saw you and Spock dance. He was happy that you charmed your way to getting him to dance with you because he'd rather have two long dances with you then one bottle of whiskey.
"When did (Y/N) and Spock begin dancing?" Jim asked him.
"Just now. It was more of a bet with (Y/N)."
"What were the bets placed?"
"Two dances or a bottle of whiskey. She wanted the dances, I wanted the whiskey."
"Looks like she wins," Jim smirked. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind, though, right?"
"Damn right," Bones smiled in your direction, watching as you laughed at Spock's confused expression.
"Bones, correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that this is the first time I've seen you fall for someone after the incident after M-113 and Natira."
"(Y/N) isn't some salt consuming alien and she doesn't have to stay with her people. I know she will be there for me."
"And I'm sure you'll be there for her, I mean, you always have been," Jim smiled while grabbing a glass, patted Bones' shoulder, and then left.
You made your way back through the crowd and to Bones, where he was waiting patiently with a small smile.
"It's your turn, come on!" You laughed while grabbing his hand and dragging him to the dance floor when a waltz started to play.
"I didn't know it was that easy to make Spock dance, maybe it was your natural charm," he complimented.
You laughed as Bones put his right hand on your back and you put your left hand on his shoulder and you both held each other's free hands.
"Ready?"
"Always, Leonard."
He began and led you around the floor, dancing gracefully like something out of a painting. You wished how this moment could last forever. You enjoyed the feeling of Leonard's soft but slightly calloused hand in yours. You enjoyed how close you two were so you could hear each other's breath softly.
"You're quite a natural, (Y/N)." Bones complimented, making you blush and smile.
"I guess I just know how to follow, I was never the leading type," you chuckled.
One dance turned into two and then it turned into four. By the fifth dance, your beautiful and elegant posture now consisted of your wrapped arms around McCoy's waist and your head on his chest. "Leonard?"
"Hm?" He hummed.
"I'm glad I won the bet."
"If you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask," he laughed. You felt his laugh rumbled through his chest as he gently held you closer. 
"I had champagne on my mind. So much champagne," you shyly admitted. "That and I was scared to ask."
"You shouldn't be afraid to ask, darlin'. I didn't have a date and dancing with you is the most fun I've had all night."
You both continued to dance until you were the last two left. You were practically asleep in his arms as he gently swayed you back and forth. "Come on, let's go back to your quarters."
You nodded tiredly as you finally let go of him. He grabbed your hand and walked you to where you were staying at the starbase.
"Thank you for walking me back," you told him as you both stopped outside your quarters.
"You're my date (Y/N), why wouldn't I walk you back?" He asked rhetorically. "Have a good night."
You pushed yourself up and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, Leonard."
And then you went into your quarters, leaving Bones outside, a grin on his face before leaving.
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rampagingsuga · 3 years
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[ you're lucky i'm nice ]
pairing :
classmate!kageyama x reader
warnings : none
genre : fluff , friends to lovers
synopsis : school holidays meant that you were always up late on your phone watching anime & switching between your various social media apps. but when a certain classmate of yours decided to text you, you experienced something you never knew you longed for.
a/n : helloo!! i thought of this at an ungodly hour and just couldn't get it off my mind so here it is :> i know not all schools are on break at this time but for plot convenience this is what i'm using !
time - 1.10am
your eyelids fluttered shut as the ending song of the anime episode you were watching began to play. normally, you would be fast asleep at this hour but you allowed yourself to stay up more now that you were on school break. you checked your messages one last time before setting an alarm for 8am. you wished you could sleep in but there just had to be holiday club activities that day.
after plugging your phone into the charger, you curled up in bed. just as you were about to drift off to sleep, your phone began buzzing non-stop. slightly annoyed by the buzzing, you picked up your phone and let the bright light blind you.
"who in the right mind spams at 1 in the morning?" you thought.
26 new messages from [ kageyama-kun 👊]
[ texting ]
y/n : kageyama?? do you realise what time it is??
k : yeah
k : i need your help with math
y/n : at one in the morning?? i'll help you tomorrow
k : but it's urgent!!
y/n : i know for a fact that it's not because we don't even have extra lessons during the holidays 🙄
y/n : and even if we did, you wouldn't bother going, mr i-need-urgent-help-with-math
k : ouch okay fine.. but can i call you?
y/n : no ❤️ i want to ✨s l e e p ✨
k : woi y/n boke let me call you
y/n : wow way to show respect kags. fine, but if i see a math worksheet i'm hanging up on you
k : fair enough
y/n : you're lucky i'm nice 😒
k : you can call me tobio btw
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that last text struck you.
somehow, these few text messages with kageyama led to you gaining so much more energy than sleep would ever let you. maybe because he always came to you for help when he had friends that he was probably more comfortable talking to. or when he managed to help you accept your bad results in that one test by bluntly spitting common sense into your head.
you sensed a growing fondness for him. it was when he texted you that you felt needed. it made you feel like someone depended on you. you felt important with him around, though many saw him as bothersome and rude. you liked it.
"hi," kageyama's raspy voice greeted you from the other end of the phone.
"hi kag- tobio," you replied, stuttering at the use of his first name.
"ne y/n, what are you doing up?"
"i could ask you the same question. but i was watching anime,"
"i was.. mustering up the courage to talk to you"
you froze. mustering up courage?? to talk to you?? but he always texted you for the most random things. usually related to school, nonetheless, what could he want to say that took so much courage?
"oh" was all you managed to say.
"d'you know about the rumours that have been circulating about us?" kags asked.
"oh? rumours?"
"yeah, people keep saying you treat me like your child with how you always look out for me. and how i always ask you for help, like a needy child," he paused, expecting a reply.
"they think we look good together, y/n,"
this caught you completely off guard. you were speechless. you had heard of such rumours but had simply brushed them off as irrelevant remarks. partly out of fear that they would ruin your friendship with kageyama. and partly because you didn't want to accept the fact that you believed they were true. you wouldn't mind being in a relationship with him.
but there was also another rumour that kageyama had been crushing on another girl. it wasn't specified but she seemed so much better than you when you heard the descriptions people gave of her. surely you had no chance with him compared to her.
"so, what do you think of it?" his calm voice breaking your train of thought.
"uhm, i don't want to believe it," you lied.
"besides, tobio-kun, you like someone else already right? why don't you talk them?" you continued, hurting your own heart in the process.
you had to let him go.
"oh.. oh wait you know about that?"
"mhm"
"well that girl is actually you, y/n," he spat out.
*click*
so that's why he needed so much courage to call you this one time. you contemplated confessing your own feelings at that moment as well. but you felt like you wanted to toy with him a little. without saying another word, you hung up and set your phone down.
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[ the next day ]
[ texting ]
y/n : tobio-kunn can you meet me at school today? at 2pm after i finish club activities for the day
k : sure
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after club, you strolled to karasuno's main gate where a certain kageyama tobio was waiting for you.
"hi, wanna go to coach ukai's store? i'm hungry," you asked.
"yea..," he replied, still confused as to why you suddenly told him to come to school.
on the walk back there, you were telling him about the things you did in club. surprisingly enough, he listened attentively as you rambled on.
this lasted all the way until you were about to leave the store.
"tobio-kun, i actually want to tell you something,"
"hm?"
"i like you too," you continued with full composure.
he stared back at you for a few seconds before realising where you were coming from. the previous night's, or rather morning's, call. his shoulders immediately relaxed as he took your hand to pull you out of the store, away from ukai's burning glare.
"walk," he said.
so you did, walking side by side. your heart skipping a beat whenever your hands brushed against each other. somehow halfway through your journey home, kageyama felt a sudden burst of confidence.
he stopped in his tracks. leaving you to turn around confused. he signalled for you to come to him (a/n : yk like how kenma did it to lev JSJSJ). when you got close enough, he quickly pulled you into a hug. relaxing himself into your small figure. and you did the same. you leaned in and embraced his warmth.
"thank you for letting me love you," he said sheepishly.
"any day weirdo," you replied, you head still on his chest.
when you pulled away, you motioned to continue the journey home. the both of you walked in a comfortable silence. with you feeling grateful that you had waited to confess.
when he laced his fingers with yours, you knew you were in for a ride.
a/n : AKDJSKJD the ending is kinda sloppy but this was super fun to write!
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Hey guys i've just finished this little headcon about Gavin and Victor that has been on my mind for a long time. Enjoy it ^^
When Victor/Gavin is coming home after work finding MC making Tiktoks
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+ Victor is at LFG for a meeting while you're at home all by yourself
+ Althought Victor had told you that you're not allowed to cook something on your own you're making some cookies to kill time and to surprise him *not only with a completely messed up kitchen*
+ So you go get the ingredients, mix them in a bowl to get the dough, form the cookies and you put them in the oven ect
+"Hm...What now?"
+ You decide to check your Instagram and find some videos from Kiro where he makes some kind of choreography to a short soundtrack in the background
+ "Huh...What's that? Tiktok?" *feeling like Victor when he got to know modern language*
+ You think they're really funny and that you want to make that too
+ You decide to download Tiktok althought you first have to figure out what you exactly have to do
+ As you get everything and watched some Tiktoks from other people you're looking for a soundtrack to dance to
+ The song "Boss Bitch" by Doja Cat caught your eyes immediately
+ You watch some Tiktoks with this trend to figure out a choreography
+ You try and fail but you don't give up so easily *thanks to Victor*
+ While you're trying to make your Tiktok Victor enters your apartment with some groceries to cook you something very delicious *not only your pudding*
+ Gets alarmed as he sees smoke coming out of the kitchen
+ It dawns on him
+ "MC?" Running into the kitchen to find the cause of the smoke *but ofc he's worried sick about you althought he wouldn't admit it*
+ You were surprised to hear Victor voice *why is he home yet?*
+ You finally notice the smoke coming out of the kitchen "OH NO MY COOKIES!!" also running in the kitchen with your smartphone in your hand to call the fire fighters if needed
+ Gladly you see Victor taking care of the burnt cookies like a real man while opening the window *damn I would nearly give everything to see him so stressed like that*
+ After things were under Victors controll again he glares at you *ohoh*
+ "Idiot! How many time do i have to tell you not to cook or bake when I'm not around! Also look at this mess! Can't you take care of such easy things?"
+ Silently hearing him out while being embarrassed "I-I'm sorry i forgot the time an-"
+ Victor, interrupting you immediately "What? What where you doing to forget the fact that u've put something in the oven?"
+ While getting more and more embarrassed you show him what you were doing "Uhm I've found this app where you have to dance to a soundtrack. It's called Tiktok. I thought it would be fun so I tried it out. Here, have a look at it."
+ Victor furrows his brow as u show him that Tiktok of you *Tiktok? Whats that?*
+ "Dummy..." looking at you "Don't do this again, you heard me? If you want to bake something tell me."
+ You nod as you take your phone away "Got it but Victor...would you maybe want to do some with me?"
+ "You really think that you're in the position to make any demands now? Take a wet towel so that we can clean this mess up u've made or else I won't be able to cook dinner."
+ You just need to hear the word "dinner" to speed off to go get a wet towel "On my way, Mr. Li!"
+ Whispering under his breath while maybe parting his lips for a little smile "Dummy...don't make me worry like this again."
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Gavin:
+ Gavin is gone because of some sort of mission so MC tries her best not to worry about him that much *but she does*
+ "I hope that he is ok..."
+ You try to figure out something let ur thoughts drift off from that sensitive subject
+ You scroll through your phone for your game apps but you have played them so many times that you get bored just at the sight of them
+"Boring..."
+ You find Tiktok on your phone
+ You have heard about this app but never actually tried it out so you look through some Tiktoks to figure out what you have to do
+ "Alright! I just have to try!"
+ You're looking for a specific soundtrack while you're trying to keep the movements in your mind
+ "What a man gotta do?" - Jonas Brothers
+  You're starting your Tiktok but you need a few tries to remind the choreography u want to do
+ As you tried ur luck over and over again u don't recognise that Gavin enteres the flat
+ He calls you but doesn't get an answer *immediately alarmed bc you're always coming to the front door to greet him**yes he does actually uses doors*
+ He starts to worry and is just about to enter the living room has he spots you dancing in the middle of the room to some random music
+ "Huh?" Standing in the door frame while watching you pretty interested *little stalker*
+ If you just could see him now! Getting flustered while his cheeks turn slightly pink as he watches you enjoying yourself
+ As you turn around you catch Gavin peeking at you. You stumble bc you don't watch your step and you're about to fall as a certain someone is fast enough to catch you while your smartphone is still recording
+ Flustered you lay your arms around his neck to press your face against his shoulder as he looked at your phone that has finally stopped recording
+ "Are you hurt? What were you doing here anyway?"
+ Embarrassed you explain him what you were doing as you cuddle him because you are also glad that he's finally home
+ Holding you tight as he takes your phone to look at your Tiktok and thinks it's actually pretty cute *especially the part where he catches you*
+ Taking the phone from him away to look at the Tiktok by yourself and you think the same way as he does
+ "It's reealllly cute and I promise that I won't publish it! I'll save it to my private tiktoks! But would you do some more with me?"
+ Gavin is kinda surprised by your request but because he loves you so much he doesn't say no althought he doesn't know what to do *being a bit helpless but that's okkk*
+ You explain everything to him and you're doing some Tiktoks together *they turn out a bit messy but they're just for u two so it doesn't really matter*
+ They're all awesome and you are very happy as you two look through them
+ Seing u smile is his biggest treasure
+ "We couldn't have done it better!"
+ Pulling you into a sweet kiss while being a bit exhausted *You had to repeat some Tiktoks because you didn't liked them*
+ "If you want we can do that more often. If this uhm how is it called again? Ah Tiktok..uhm makes you happy, I'm happy."
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OKOKOK SO. HALLOWEEN WITH MY F/OS
Sarah would obviously be excited about it, she's interested in how we celebrate it differently than over 300 years ago. Billy also joins in with her with looking at all the costumes while i hand out candy.
"Sarah no they're just wearing a costume-"
"BUT LOOK AT THEM, THEY'RE TERRIFYING!! WORSE THAN ANYTHING I'VE SEEN!"
its just. a small child wearing a ghostface mask with fake blood.
Sarah always gives children extra candy!!! she loves the ones who dress up as her!!!
Billy likes watching Sarah react to all the costumes, it's very entertaining to watch her dance around with someone dressed up as a demon.
Ratchet....... doesn't understand halloween. at first he thought it was just a marketing stunt made by human candy companies, and he thought it was smart as hell.
"think about it, kenz! all these companies make so much candy for one day! it's genius!"
Kenzie tells him how halloween REALLY became a tradition, and he just makes a soft "ohhhhhh....."
Since they can't really do much on halloween (kenzie lives in a deserted area, there's barley any robots OR humans) they decide to chill and watch movies together!
Kenzie shows her favorite horror movies to Ratchet and he is TERRIFIED
She didn't expect someone to be horrified by JASON of all people
"KENZIE ITS THE EYES. THATS WHAT GETS TO ME. WHY DOES HE ALWAYS WEAR THAT MASK?!"
he always just. buries his face into Kenzie's chest when there's a jumpscare
But in the end, Ratchet really enjoyed the movies! but he asks kenzie if they could watch less scary movies next year.
Sammy hasn't celebrated halloween in years. And when kenzie mentions it to him, he's surpised that he could remember it.
"Hm... halloween....i really didn't do much then, when i was a little boy i used to go and get candy from houses...."
Since they're kinda. trapped at the studio. Kenzie decides to use this halloween in the studio by going to a safe area where the ink demon won't find them, and tell spooky stories or stories about halloween and their childhood.
Sammy tells the scariest stories, with kenzie squeezing a bendy plushie she found as he was telling it.
Kenzie told about her trick or treating stories, Sammy was so fascinated with them. a little kenzie being a Cat every year, and everyone didn't suspect that her cat ears were real? how smart of her!
It was really fun! Sammy ended it off with singing a halloween related song he used to sing when he was younger.
"oh, if my Lord could see me now..... he'd probably celebrate with us too, Kitten!"
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hi!! okay so I've been wanting to make a request all day but I didn't know how to word it correctly but here it goes: so reader is in a relationship with jaskier and she has been travelling with him and geralt for some time now. everything is going well until suddenly she starts to kinda isolate herself from jaskier because she feels really insecure and like she is not good enough for him. jaskier notices this and tries to talk to her and comfort her somehow
Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,321Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: Here you go! Hope you like it!
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It crept up on you slowly.
The little intrusive thoughts you’d have sometimes became bolder and louder and more persistent. The twinges of insecurity when a particularly attractive person would approach Jaskier become a wrenching in your gut that made you physically ill. Jaskier didn’t do anything different. He treated you the same, loving, attentive way. The attention you had once appreciated and craved became something you were repulsed by and shied away from. You loved him – gods knew you loved him – but the more you loved him the harder it was for you to be around him.
You tried to be subtle about it, slow enough in your retreat that Jaskier wouldn’t notice. But he was clever, far more clever than people gave him credit for, and he paid attention to the little things. He noticed when you started pulling out of hugs quicker, the way you let go of his hand when he took yours, though you always tried to gesture or something as an excuse and then just keep it occupied. He wasn’t blind to the way you stopped showing up to his performances and began to take your meals in the room. It was when you told Geralt that you were thinking of not going on the next trip, and Geralt had quickly told Jaskier, that he knew he had to act.
“I’ve been trying to give you your space but it’s starting to feel like there isn’t room left for me,” Jaskier said when you cracked open the door to his knock, not bothering with a preamble. You held the door open that small space, conflicted between the need you felt to keep pushing him away and how desperately you wanted him to fight for you, to help you fight for yourself.
“Please,” he said, noting your struggle, “Let me in.”
The request had a dual meaning and though the voices in your head got louder and louder in a moment of courage you pulled the door open just a bit, just enough that he felt he could enter.
He didn’t take you in his arms like he wanted and you were relieved and disappointed by it. Instead he took a seat at the chair that sat by the unlit hearth and gave you a smile that was sad but hopeful. You envied his hope.
“Talk to me?” he offered, and in another great push of courage, you accepted.
“It’s going to sound silly…”
“My best friend talks to a horse. My threshold for silliness is quite high,” he said, a little twinkle of amusement in his eyes, trying to help you relax by making you laugh. It nearly worked, the little uplift of the corner of your lips encouragement enough for hm to keep trying.
“I need to tell you first that you’ve done nothing wrong. You’ve been sweet and kind and lovable and nothing I’m feeling is because of you, ok?” you asked, still standing and starting to pace as the voices clamored for your silence.
“Alright,” Jaskier conceded, nodding and waiting patiently though he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and rock you until whatever was happening was gone.
“I’ve been feeling insecure. Well, more than that. Insecure makes it sound like I just feel like there’s someone better. But it’s not about other people, not really. It’s about feeling like… I shouldn’t be with you. Because even if you haven’t found them yet there should be someone better. Must be. It feels impossible that there isn’t and that maybe I’m just being selfish keeping you to myself when I can never make you as happy as someone else could,” you said it all one hurried breath, twining your fingers together as you walked and avoiding his gaze.
“And I know!” you said quickly, before he could even open his mouth to speak, “I know what you’re going to say! You’re going to say you love me, and I believe it, I truly do Jaskier, but somehow that just makes it worse. Because it feels like I’ve tricked you somehow into settling for something less. And that if I really loved you I’d let you go. So please don’t tell me you love me because it just hurts too much.”
The admission chipped at a wall that had been holding back the flood of emotions your mind wouldn’t let you touch. The numb fog that had engulfed you slowly being pierced by the light your words cast on it. Jaskier could feel something shift, could see the slight tremble in your hands and the way your eyes began to get glassy and he clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay where he was lest anything he did break this moment and push you away from him forever.
“I love you with everything that I have but it’s never going to be enough. I know you say that is, but it doesn’t feel that way,” you finished, turning to face the wall as the tears began to fall with earnest. When he saw the little shake of your shoulders, fighting hard to hide your crying and failing, he finally rose and crossed the room. If you threw him away he would just come back but right now nothing could stop him from holding you close. Still he was cautious at first, gently placing one hand on your shoulder and then, when you didn’t shrug it away, the other. He pressed up against your back and slid his arms around you, resting against your chest and waist to anchor you to him.
“Y/N,” he said finally, “I hear what you’re saying and I can tell that it feels so very real. But,” he turned you to face him and gently brushed away the tears though they continued to fall, “Feelings aren’t facts.”
You laughed humorlessly and shook your head.
“Love is an emotion, Jaskier, there are no facts here,” you said.
“Do you really think that?” he asked incredulously. You nodded and gently took your face in his hands, holding it to his gaze so you could see the truth of his words as he spoke them.
“Love is action, Y/N. Of course you can feel it but if all we did was feel for love, it wouldn’t exist. The facts of love surround us all the time. The way you’ve learned my habits, the way I’ve adjusted mine to better fit into your life. The choice to go on a journey and the choice to let you instead of arguing against it though I fear for your life every time we leave. The choice every day to treat each other with respect no matter how frustrated you get with me. The way I know you, not just your body or your face but your thoughts and opinions, these are all facts I have learned. Love is action and I actively choose to fight for this if you’ll fight for it too. Because honestly, you’ll be doing most of the work here, but I’ll help in any way that I can. And that is another fact.”
“Well,” you said with a weak smile, “When you put it that way I sound kind of silly…”
“You’re not silly,” he said with a shake of his head, planting a kiss on your forehead, “Well, you are. But that’s just yet another fact about you that I love. Should I start writing these down?”
You laughed, a genuine laugh that was music to his ears and Jaskier made a mental note to start composing a song filled with proof of his love for you. For now, he would just hold you in his arms and hope that this too would count as evidence. The words he spoke broke through the fog more, sending the voices scrambling and though you knew they would return you felt stronger knowing that you would not face them alone.  
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Until I met you.
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3/?
-Street Fighter! Jimin x Reader
Synopsis: While on a date for their 2nd anniversary, Jimin loses Yoongi while being attacked in an alleyway by a robber. Yoongi sacrificed himself for his lover and Jimin could never forgive himself for not being able to do the same. The survivor’s guilt ate away at him over the months and it definitely didn’t help that he saw Yoongi’s face everywhere. In mirrors, dreams, large crowds, on trains, and even when he closed his eyes. Although, Jimin found a way to cope. He began a rigorous training schedule. Boxing, self-defense classes, Tae Kwon Do, he even started street fighting and got caught up with bad people. Anything and everything. His hands would bleed, his muscles would ache, his bones would break. Jimin was offered multiple full scholarships to prestigious martial arts schools for his talent, all of which Jimin turned down. He didn’t want to make a career out of this, he just didn’t want to be haunted by his dead fiancé. The only time Yoongi wouldn’t haunt every moment of Jimin’s life was when he’s training as if Yoongi is saying “I won’t rest, nor will I let you rest until you’re stronger.” Jimin will never lose anyone that he loves again.
Everything felt like a downward spiral,
until he met you.
Warnings: (There’s a lot- and it’s kinda dark, be warned) PTSD, implied schizophrenia (sorta? take that with a grain of salt), PTSD induced delusions/hallucinations, depression, paranoia, night terrors, character death, major angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masochism(?), alcoholism, minor gore, mention of drug abuse, mention of blood, mention of sexual assault/ harassment, mention of asylums, profanity, Jimin goes through one hell of a mental breakdown.
Author’s notes: lil fluffy :)
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Jimin doesn’t visit Yoongi’s grave.
He hasn’t in a while, at least. He has seen Yoongi far too often since his death, actually. And he decided long ago that visiting graves only bring him grief and sorrow, not solace like most people.
Something was different this morning; off. Yoongi wasn't lurking. He wasn't staring at Jimin in the shadows or murmuring in Jimin’s ear. He’s just... gone.
But that doesn't stop Jimin from drinking his guilt away like he usually does. If he's being honest with himself, Jimin probably wouldn't be able to cope without his daily dose of alcohol.
He could just picture Hoseok and Jin laughing at him if they were here. They were always the big drinkers of the group. Jimin hardly drank and when he did, he’d get drunk faster than the rest. The memory brings Jimin no joy, knowing what came of everyone. In fact, he’d rather not remember.
The useless alarm clock rings beside Jimin’s bed. The machine never gets the chance to actually wake him up since he’s awake before dawn every morning due to the nightmares.
Hm. Maybe I should call Dr. Bang?
As he reaches over to dial his therapist’s number, her name pops up instead.
Y/n: I had a lot of fun last night, minus the weird guy in the alley lol
Jimin wonders how she could dilute such a pig to just a “weird guy” but he decided not to bring it up.
Jimin: me too. 
Send.
What? That’s it? Come on.
Jimin: um so if you ever want to do-
Delete.
Jimin: cool. so do u wanna see a-
Delete.
Flirting is a lot harder than Jimin remembers. He sighs heavily and tosses his phone down, opting to shower away his self-frustration. Right when he starts rinsing and lathering, however, an idea lights up his mind.
Of course.
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A few hours later he is standing outside of his old dance studio, the one he’d go frequently with Yoongi on their days off work.
He hasn’t been here in months. Nevertheless, this place hasn't changed a bit. This place was their own little private piece of paradise. It was a cozy, secluded building on the outskirts of the city, but it had the best view at any time of day. Jimin had the best memories here. Memories of his whole friend group coming and visiting him while he danced. Hoseok always had the best advice for him and they’d end up dancing together. 
Jimin stares at the oak door, then glances at the key in his hand. He contemplates if he is even ready to be back in there. But she’s going to be here soon. He’d asked her if she wanted to use his old studio to practice dancing and had given her the address. So, he bites his lip and turns the knob.
The angelic light that flows in from the window is the first thing he notices when he walks in. The room looks so much more spacious than he remembers, probably because he was never in here alone. The huge, wall-length mirror expands further than he remembered. You’d think that he’d still remember every detail of this room, being that he was here close to every day. But he doesn't. These last nine months have hurt more than his heart. I can’t remember worth a damn nowadays.
He closes his eyes and stands in the middle of the room, soaking in the sunlight, breathing in the familiar smell of the walls and floor. This building always had such a distinct smell. You’d probably call him crazy if he said he could just faintly hear the laughter that always filled this place. There was never a bad situation that happened here. It was untainted with the strife and stress of their daily lives. All of their struggles and grievances, they were dropped at the door.
They came here to forget. They came here because it was their haven. A pure haven. 
And now he’s sharing it with you.
Also, he thinks it could use a good dusting. So, he gets to work.
But he’s soon interrupted by one of those endlessly annoying, nagging thoughts that pop into his head as he sprays down the mirror with Windex.
I’m expecting too much. I don’t even know her. She doesn’t even know me. And I’m letting her into my most sacred place. It’s just too fast. It’s gonna scare her. 
He lifts his gaze and stares at himself in the foggy mirror for the first time in ages.
As if I could scare her any more than I have. I’ve practically beat the life out of a man on our first date. 
But she’s still coming. She’s still coming.
He tears his eyes away from the man lingering in front of him to get back to work.
After an hour of dusting, scrubbing, and polishing, the studio looked exactly how he left it the last time. Then, a knock at the door startles him. He’s not used to anyone knocking on the studio door, it was always open to his friends.
He jogs overhastily to let her in.
The moment the door reveals her, her eyes light up in awe.
“Wow! It’s huge!” She blushes when she realizes she hasn't even greeted him yet. 
“Uh, I mean good morning.” She scratches her head awkwardly. 
“Morning.” His reply seems bland compared to all the work he’d just put into cleaning the place up as to not embarrass himself... and possibly impress her. He’d never admit that, though.
“It’s so much bigger than the one I practice in! And it has natural light!” She saunters over the window, pulling open the curtain entirely. She freezes.
“Mine doesn't even have windows! And yours has-”
“Cool, huh?” He chuckles. She really is cute.
“A full view of the city? It’s more than cool, it’s like a dancers dream!”
It was. Once.
“So, do you like.. own it?” She asks the question as if it would offend him in some way.
“Sort of.”
It was Yoongi’s first gift to Jimin, before they’d even started dating. It was by far the greatest gift he’d ever received.
“I co-own it.”
“Ah.” She nods, dropping the subject entirely. “Oh, hey, a radio!”
She’s so enthusiastic about everything. Jimin smirks.
“Yeah. I’m not sure if it still work-” He cut off by a stream of soft music filling the room. He remembers this song well. It’s the last song he’d been listening to that night, before-
“Oh, I love this song.” She looks over her shoulder with a look that almost resembled mischief. “Wanna dance..?”
“Oh... uh.. I don’t know. I’m probably kind of rusty.”
“Please?” Oh, this could get dangerous. It’s really hard to say no to her.
“Okay, but don't laugh.”
“Promise.” She holds out her pinky finger, waiting for him to lock his with her own. He does so, gladly.
Take my hand.
She places her hand in his. He wraps his hand lightly around her waist.
Take my whole life, too.
They fumble a bit, awkwardly stepping on each other’s toes as if they weren't both trained professionals.
For I can't help falling in love with you.
She finds her balance, he finds his rhythm.
Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes-
They glide over the dance floor like water.
Some things are meant to be.
The chorus repeats once more. He looks into her eyes now, instead of at his feet. She has a smile on her face that says she hasn't a care in the world at the moment.
I can't help falling in love with you...
The music fades and Jimin curses the song for starting in the middle instead of the beginning. He wants longer with her.
The next song starts and it’s a more upbeat one. One he made a choreography to. He’s almost tempted to show her before-
She already dancing. The exact same dance he created. He stands in shock. Every move, every step, everything is smooth and right on beat.  But how did she know?
He struggles to find the words to ask. Instead, he slowly starts to dance along with her. The look of confusion that crosses her face when she glances in the mirror and spots him following along with her perfectly is priceless. She falters for just a brief seconds before turning around and facing him, still hitting each beat. 
He smirks at her when the song finishes, she at a loss for words.
“How did you..? Where did you learn that?”
“Learn? I didn't learn it. I created it.” A stark silence enters the room.
“I’m sorry, what?” She’s obviously having a hard time processing.
“I made it.”
“But.. my dance teacher said it was made by some prodigy, like, years ago.”
He holds up his index finger, gesturing to himself. “That’d be me.”
“Stop playing with me. There’s no way... I mean-”
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And so the afternoon went on. They discussed their dreams, their hopes, where they came from, favorite places to visit. 
Somewhere in between talking about her family home, she offered to order take out. He obliged and paid before she could oppose it. He felt terrible that they didn't have a proper place to eat- not even chairs. He’d pulled out an old blanket from the storage closet and made a makeshift picnic. He’d hoped to God that she didn't notice the faint musty odor from being in storage for so long. If she did, she didn't say anything.
 When they continued to talk, they even found out that they attended the same dance school when they were both beginners, not at the same time though. He has started dance much sooner in life than she.
He was called a prodigy, or so everyone told him. He was meant to be something. Something bigger than what he turned into.
“Hey. Wanna see something cool?” He asks when he notices the light in the room beginning to turn a deep gold, indicating the sun was setting. The really talked all day, huh?
“Always.”
He takes her hand and leads her into the hallway, all the way to end. They reach a door and he reaches up the top of the door frame to search for the key. After successfully unlocking it, the door opened to reveal an old, and he will admit, slightly sketching looking staircase. To his surprise, she enters without fear. She barely even waits for him.
Once they reach the top he opens the door and then stands out of her way, not wanting to block to the view. And he also wanted to make sure he could see her reaction.
There’s a silence that falls between them as she takes in the view of the city. Jimin inwardly praises himself for knowing all the best times of day to come to the roof, 6:22 pm sharp is one of those times. The world around them glows with golden, orange, and red light. The sun looks as if it’s searing the city, completely ablaze.
“Wow.” She takes in the sight of the tall shadows belonging to the buildings and trees as they grow even longer. 
Wise men say only fools rush in.
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Death of Me (Part 2)
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~Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/fem!reader, minor Carol Danvers/fem!reader
~Warnings: Mommy kink, spanking, strapping, degradation, dirty talk, choking, roughness, butt plugs, dildos, Dom/sub, cruelty, humiliation, verbal humiliation, daddy kink, rough oral sex on strap, rough sex, ejaculating dildo, semi-public sex, strap-ons, face-slapping, spitting, some angst, forced voyeurism(maybe? idk how to tag it,) threats made with a gun.
~Word count: 6,913
~Summary: Your date with Carol is bound to go wrong with Natalia at the wheel, you just didn't think it would end the way it did.
~Authors note: Hello! Here’s part 2! I hope y’all enjoy! I kind of went a bit crazy with it and couldn't stop writing. I almost rewrote it but I kind of like how it ended up. It’s kind of crazy and maybe too much idk. Let me know what y'all think. Forgot to mention this last time but the title is inspired by the song Death of Me by Pvris (It’s amazing as per usual with them.)
~Previous parts to this series are on my Masterlist
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You wait nervously by the door to your home, pacing the length of its threshold. Every step you take you have to hold back moans from being so full. You don’t know how you’re going to pass as normal on this date. As you continue to pace you bring a hand up to your left ear where a small earpiece rests gently. This is how she is to communicate with you. You grow more nervous as to what she will make you do or say. Your hands come up to rub at each other, needing something to do.
“Get ready, kitten. Here she comes.” You jump a little, not yet used to how loud she is through the earpiece. You grasp the doorknob and rip open your door just as Carol raised a hand to knock.
“Carol! Hi, how are you?!” She raises a brow at your enthusiasm.
“You okay there, baby girl?” She passes the threshold into your home and wraps her arms around your waist. You forget for a minute why this shouldn’t be happening and lean in to her touch. She leans in to kiss you when her voice stops you.
“You know better, kitten. She gets no pleasure from you. Otherwise it will be taken out on you.” You gulp and turn your head away from her so her lips land on your cheek. She pouts at this and pulls away.
“Are you sure you’re okay? If you’re having second thoughts about us that’s okay too. We have all the time in the world, baby.” You whimper at her sweetness and close your eyes wishing you were in any other situation right now.
“I'm a good shot, kitten. Don’t test my patience. Answer her now.” You quickly open your eyes and place your hand on her forearm, giving her your best reassuring smile.
“No, Carol. I’m more than okay with this, with us. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get on the same page. It’s just um I kinda want to start over? If that makes since?” She nods in understanding and grabs your hand that was on her arm intertwining your fingers together.
“So that’s why you wouldn’t let me kiss you. It’s okay, baby girl. I respect that and I’m more than  willing to woo you again.” She says wiggling her eyebrows whilst smirking. You giggle and pull her outside, locking your door. As she opens her passenger door for you out of the corner of your eye you see Natalia on her motorcycle. You get in and she pulls your seatbelt out for you handing it to you. She leans down and kisses you on the cheek before shutting your door and making her way around to the drivers side. You release a heavy sigh.
“I hope kisses on the cheek are okay?” You smile at her thoughtfulness.
“Of course it’s okay, Carol.” She smiles back at you and starts the drive to the restaurant. You lose yourself staring at her the entire drive, halfway through she places her hand on your thigh. You’re playing with her fingers that are on your thigh lost in your thoughts.
“I want you to call her by the name you use for her in bed. All night. I’m sure you call her something isn’t that right, slut?” You cough, letting her know you heard her and sink further into your seat. Carol squeezes your thigh.
“You okay, baby girl? We are almost there.” You sigh and close your eyes at what you were about to say. Fuck. You knew she was doing this on purpose. She heard you say you wanted to start over with Carol.
“You heard her, baby girl.” You grimace as you hear Natalia call you by Carol’s nickname. You hated it coming from her, only Carol could call you that. You open your eyes and turn over towards Carol, her hand slipping in between your thighs now.
“I’m better than okay, Daddy. I’m with you aren’t I?” She looks over at you in shock as her hand squeezes your thigh harder. She quickly looks back to the road and takes her hand off your thigh.
“Daddy? Really? That’s what you call her? What a pathetic little whore you are, kitten.” You bite your lip at her words trying not to whimper out loud.
“You know for wanting to start over and taking things slow, calling me that is not helping.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I love calling you that, I just can’t help that it slips out.” You look at her innocently as you hear Natalia laughing in your ear.
“That’s my good little slut, such a fucking tease. Keep it up, kitten.” You hear Carol let out a grunt as she pulls into the parking lot of a fancy Italian restaurant. She turns towards you after turning the car off.
“If you keep that up, Y/N, I will take you to the bathroom and fuck your brains out.” Your breath hitches as you squirm and you’re reminded of the fact you’re stuffed with Natalia’s toys. Carol never really talks like that, it surprises you.
“Hm that’s an idea, kitten.” Okay now you’re panicking. Carol sees the panic on your face and immediately relaxes her own.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to freak you out like that. I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise! You can keep calling me Daddy, I don’t mind, love.” You release a shaky laugh.
“You’re the absolute best, Daddy.” She smiles at you then jumps out of the car running to your side, opening your door. She holds out her arm to you and your wrap your hand around her bicep as she leads you into the restaurant. She opens the door letting you walk in first detaching from you for only a second before you’re grasping for her again. She chuckles as she makes her way to the hostess letting them know of her reservation. The waiter leads you to a table near the back, in a corner, away from prying eyes. Carol pulls out your chair for you and pushes you in. You smile at her gentlewoman ways. The waiter handed her a drink list and walked away.
“So, Y/N what are you in the mood to drink tonight. Red or white?”
“No drinking. She may but not you, kitten.” You pout at her order. You were hoping you could drink till you pass out.
“Actually, Daddy, I’m not in the mood to drink tonight. You can if you like.”
“That wouldn’t be fair to you, babe. I’m fine with no drinking tonight.” You smile softly at her before picking up your menu. You both silently peruse the menu before deciding on sharing one of their specialty pizzas. After the waiter takes your menus you almost spat out the water you just drank. Not even five feet away sat Natalia, a glass of red wine in her hand, staring at you. You turn red and look away hearing Carol ask you something.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” She smiles and releases a cute little laugh at your aloofness.
“I asked you why you decided to give us a shot.” You look down at the table cloth picking at some loose string you saw. You glance up and see Natalia with a brow raised awaiting your answer. Your eyes meet Carol’s and your breath caught in your throat. Fuck she is so beautiful.
“Well as you know I had someone before us and I just thought it was time to move on, you know? Why stay hung up on someone who couldn’t give two shits about you? I mean you, god you are amazing. I never thought I would be so lucky to have found someone like you. You know I just hope I don’t end up breaking your heart and I apologize in advance if I ever do.” Carol leans closer to you and grabs your hand that was on top of the table intertwining your fingers.
“You’re the sweetest, Y/N. I mean really I’m the lucky one here. You could never break my heart, baby.” Your eyes start to tear up at her look of absolute trust and devotion. God do you feel awful.
“Excuse yourself to the bathroom, kitten.” You clear your throat and wipe at the tears before they could fall down your face.
“I need to use the ladies room real quick. I’ll be right back, okay?” She nods her head in acknowledgement and sits back in her chair, watching you walk quickly to the bathroom. The minute you walk into the bathroom she pulls you into a stall at the very end of the room.
“Knees.” You drop down to your knees in the crowded stall and look up at her with teary eyes. She brings a hand to your hair and slowly strokes her fingers through your hair.
“That was some cute shit you said out there, kitten. So cruel of you to say that to her, getting her hopes up like that. Too bad it will never happen.” She pulls your hair back making your head tilt up further. She begins unbuttoning her jeans getting to the zipper before stopping.
“Come on, slut, get to work.” You bring your hands up and finish unzipping her jeans and pulling them down to her knees followed by her underwear. Your eyes widen and you gasp as an eight inch dildo slaps you in the face. She releases your hair and you see her pull out a black ball connected to a pipe from her pocket and holding it in her hand.
“Open wide, kitten.” You open your mouth sticking out your tongue. She taps the fake cock on your tongue before shoving a few inches into your mouth. You groan at the feeling and take in a few more once you adjust to the strap. She grabs your hair in her free hand and thrusts the strap to the hilt. Your throat relaxes as she pulls out and slams back in.
“That’s it, bitch. Take Mommy’s cock, take it all. Fuck.” She starts to consistently fuck your face with deep sharp thrusts. You moan at the rough treatment, it’s been too long since your face has been thoroughly fucked. Tears start streaming down your face at the roughness as you are unable to hold them back anymore.
“That’s it, kitten. Cry like the little bitch you are. You’re going to ruin your makeup, kitten. Fuck, that’s it.” She thrusts till she’s all the way in and holds you there. She lifts up the hand that’s holding the ball and brings it up to your blurry eyes.
“I’m going to cum down your throat, kitten. I want you to swallow every last drop. Anything you don’t swallow you will end up wearing.” You’re confused as to what she could mean. It’s not a real cock so she can’t cum for real. She pulls out halfway and squeezes the ball. Your eyes widen as you feel a thick watery substance enter your mouth. You try to pull away but her hand in your hair stops you.
“Swallow my cum, slut.” You whimper as best you can with a mouth full of fake cum. You start to swallow as much as possible with her cock in your mouth. By the time you were done your belly felt so full. She pulls out of your mouth and a drop of the stuff lands on the dress you were wearing, right on your chest. Oh fuck. You go to scoop it up with your hand when she slaps it away.
“Tsk tsk, kitten. What did I say?” You pout as you wait patiently for your next order. She pulls up her pants and tucks in her strap before she even looks at you. She cups your face in her hand and traces your lips with her thumb.
“Fuck, kitten. Your face has been used hasn’t it? I can’t wait to see what you tell that bitch what happened here. Open up, tongue out.” You do as she says and stick your tongue out as far as you possibly could. She uses her thumb to hold your chin down as she spits right into your mouth, some landing on your eyelid. You shiver at the cool sensation before it grows warm from your skin.
“Swallow, slut.” You bring your tongue back in and swallow her essence, moaning at the taste of her favored red wine. She wipes some of the leftover spit off of your eyelid so you could open it fully. She then grabs your hair and pulls you up. She lets go of your hair as you go to wipe away your makeup stained cheeks. She smacks your hand away before bringing hers back up to slap you harshly across the face. You cry out at the stinging slap. She then grabs your cheeks together in one hand making you look into her steely green eyes.
“You’re going to go back out there looking like this, slut. Looking like you just got your face fucked within an inch of its life. With my cum on your dress, kitten. Now you’re going to go out there and make her cry or I will. I’m getting bored of this so make it fast, kitten.” She exits the bathroom leaving you a mess in the stall. You walk out to the sink and wash your hands. You look up at yourself in the mirror horrified by what you see. Tears mixed with your mascara cascades in streaks down your face, one side red from her slap. Your eye shadow smeared and clumpy with her dried spit. Your lips red and puffy, pink lipstick smudged around the edges. Oh you are so screwed. You shakily fix your dress looking down at the glob of fake cum on your chest. Perfect how the hell are you going to explain your way out of this? You pick your phone out of your pocket in the dress and see that Carol has texted you a few times asking if you were okay and if she should come check on you. You shoot her a text and give yourself one last look in the mirror. With a heavy sigh you walk out of the bathroom with your head held high. You see Nat smirking at you as you make your way to Carol, who is looking at you with a pained expression. She stands up and walks over to you as you reach the table.
“Y/N, is everything alright? What happened in there, you were gone for 15 minutes?” You look down at your feet avoiding eye contact. She lifts your chin up observing your mess of a face and you can see the minute she notices the substance on your dress.
“Is- is that what I think it is? Because if so I think I might just go.” Your eyes widen as she narrows her eyes at you, she’s never looked at you like that.
“No- Carol! It's not what you think at all! I don’t like that whatsoever, I promise. It’s um well I got a little sick in there and it got messy. Really messy.” You see Nat snicker out of the corner of your eye and you visibly twitch with anger. You just now notice you are in the middle of a crowded restaurant trying to convince your date nothing happened.
“Are you sure, Y/N because it looks like you just got fucked and it wasn’t me who did it.” Yikes. You clear your throat and lean in closer to her ear, out of range from everyone else.
“Carol, will you please just take me home?” You pull away from her with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. She looks at you her eyes completely devoid of any emotions. She pulls out her wallet and drops enough cash to cover the bill and tip before grabbing your arm and dragging you outside. You didn’t even notice Nat was gone. You make it to her car before she releases you from her hold.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, Y/N?! Did you fuck someone else in there?! On our first official date?! Your face is a nightmare right now, your little lie about being sick I don’t believe it at all. You have never been good at lying!” Tears prick at your eyes as you take in her anger. You pull out your earpiece and handed it to her. She looks at it then up at you.
“What is this?”
“I’m, well- it’s a long story, Carol. But I will tell you everything, I promise! Just not here okay? You deserve to know the truth.” She sighs and nods  her head back to the car.
“Come on, let me get you home.” The car ride to your house was dead silent. You were nervous about telling her but you had to, you can’t lose her. Once at your house she parks her car next to yours in the driveway. You unbuckle and turn towards her laying your hand on her arm.
“Carol, I am so so sorry for everything tonight. You don’t deserve this, I’m no good for you, you deserve so much more than I could ever give you.” She looks at you with tears in her eyes.
“Y/N, you’re all I could ever want and more. I just need to know what’s going on. We can work this out, I’m sure.” You shake your head in disbelief at her words.
“Carol, I care about you too much to hurt you anymore. This has become too dangerous. She will never allow this-” You stop yourself from saying anymore and get out of the car as fast as you could. You hear Carol do the same, she then grabs your arm spinning you around to face her.
“You promised me, Y/N! You promised to tell me the truth, so tell me, please. Who is she and why does she tell you what to do?” You hesitate before slowly nodding your head.
“Okay, I’ll tell you everything. Just know that by letting you know everything your life could be in danger. Well it kind of already is? Nat hates you.” She looks at you confused.
“Who the fuck is Nat?” You nod towards your house indicating that you will tell her more inside. She nods back and follows you up the driveway. You step up to your front door with Carol right behind you. You stop as you noticed it’s cracked open.
“Carol, you should leave, right now.” She grabs your elbow at the pain in your voice. She was about to speak when your front door creaks all the way open.
“Oh no, Carol, you should stay.” Your eyes widen as you see Natalia with a gun pointed at Carol.
“What the fuck, Nat?!” She grabs your arm pulling you inside roughly making you fall to the ground. She looks pointedly at Carol motioning her inside with her gun. Carol slowly makes her way inside walking as far away from the crazy red head as possible. She goes to help you up when Natalia clicks her tongue.
“Don’t you dare go near the little slut. She doesn’t deserve any help right now. It seems she’s lost her head calling me by a stupid nickname. Tsk tsk, kitten. You know better.” You look between the two women from your position on the floor. Could today get any worse?
“Well what do you have to say for yourself, kitten?” You look up at Carol, nervously. You scream in protest as Natalia strides over to Carol, gun pointed at her. Carol seems to be doing alright given her situation. Her stern chocolate gaze staring straight into Natalia’s crazed green eyes.
“Mommy! Please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t use your proper name! I’ve been a bad girl. Please, Mommy. Please don’t hurt her.” She huffs at you and points Carol towards a chair in the living room.
“Go sit down and don’t say a word.” Carol looks to you and you nod at her. She looks away from you and sighs, walking over to sit in the designated chair.
“You’ve got the bitch wrapped around your little finger, kitten. I’m impressed.” You see Carol grip the armrests as her jaw tightens, glaring up at Natalia. Fuck that’s hot. You shake your head at the mere thought you could be thinking that right now. Natalia grabs some rope from a bag and walks over to Carol tying her wrists and ankles to the chair.
“You’ve got the best seat in the house, Carol.” She says her name with such disgust it sends shivers down your spine. The fact she said best seat flew right over your head.
“Knees.” You shake your head clearing your thoughts as best you can and struggle to get on your knees for her. Once you finally get in to position she slaps you across the face making Carol scream out in disbelief.
“You disobeyed me tonight, kitten. You know i hate disobedience. You’ve been a brat, and what do brats get, kitten?” You whimper as you struggle to speak with your cheek throbbing.
“They get punished, Mommy.”
“That’s right, kitten. You’ve already been punished once today and I’m not going to make it any easier for you now face down ass up, you little slut.”
“Stop calling her that!” You gasp as you hear the bullet entering the chamber as Natalia cocks her gun and pointed it at Carol. You look up at her to say something when she silenced you with a harsh glare.
“Unless you want a hole in your fucking head, I would shut the fuck up. If you knew anything about Y/N here you would know she loves to be degraded, humiliated and punished. They are some of her biggest turn ons. Isn’t that right, slut?” Your mind goes fuzzy as you hear your name fall from her lips for the first time. Your pussy clenched around her dildo at the way it sounded falling from her mouth. You look up at her with wide eyes trying to answer her. She puts her finger closer to the trigger making you stutter out an answer.
“Yes-Yes, Mommy. I absolutely love it. I love being your little bratty slut, Mommy.” She releases the trigger and puts the safety on, sliding it in the back of her jeans.
“That’s my good little whore. Now strip.” You look up at her and then to Carol, face red with embarrassment. You see Nat raise her hand as if to slap you so you quickly start unzipping your dress and pulling down the shoulder straps. Once your dress is at your waist you pick up your knees to slide the dress off the rest of the way, followed by your underwear. You toss it to the side and look back up at Nat. Having lost her patience she grabs your hair making you look up at her, she back hands you across the face with so much force it stuns you for a minute.
“Face down ass up, kitten.” You tremble as she undoes her belt slowly pulling it from the loops. She folds the belt in half snapping them together releases a loud cracking noise making you jump and quickly get into position.
“I want you to count, kitten. You’re getting ten lashes for being a brat and disobeying me tonight, is that clear?”
“Yes, Mommy.” She quickly brings down the belt on your ass with no mercy. You bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming.
“One, Mommy.” You clench as she brings the belt down again, teeth digging further into your lip.
“Two, Mommy.” Your ass was already on fire from earlier and you didn’t think you could take the rest of your punishment. After each stroke she would pause, waiting to see if you would call out red. After the tenth stroke you release a huge sob in relief, you nearly melted when she rubbed her hand over ass, soothing a little of the burn and whispered praises on how well you took your punishment and that you were her good girl. You hear Carol’s heavy breathing once you calmed down from your punishment. Once Natalia realizes you’re okay she wastes no more time and tosses her belt to the side.
“Get up.” You quickly scramble to your feet with your hands behind your back. She grabs a fistful of your hair and drags you in front of Carol, turning your back to her.
“Bend over, slut. Let her see your filthy stuffed fuck holes.” You bend over, her hand still fisting your hair as you flush with even more humiliation. You hear Carol gasp at the mess that are your holes.
“Kitten, you made such a mess of yourself. You’re dripping everywhere. Such a desperate slut, your holes just begging to be fucked by a real woman. To treat them the way they should be treated with a rough hard fucking. Do you want that, kitten?” Both Carol and Nat see your cunt visibly clench around her toy.
“Yes, Mommy, please! Please fuck me!” Your eyes clenched shut as you hear Carol scoff at your pleading words.
“Ah is poor little Carol jealous? Jealous you could never fuck her the way I can? Give this slut what she craves? What she needs?” You feel Natalia’s hand on your ass dragging a finger slowly down your crack to the plug resting in your hole. She pushes lightly on the plug making you let out a moan at the feeling.
“How did it feel, kitten? Being stuffed with my toys?” She slowly twists the plug to the right making you choke on a moan.
“I felt so full, Mommy. I loved every minute of it, feeling stuffed.”
“That’s my good girl. Now relax, kitten.” You relax your muscles as you smile at her soft words. She does have a heart. Once she sees that you are relaxed she slowly pulls out the plug smiling as you clench around nothing. She tosses the plug near Carol’s feet and pushes you closer to Carol who vehemently shakes her head.
“You want to eat this slut’s ass, bitch? Huh want to find out what it feels like? Tastes like? Or is that too far for your prissy ass?” She smacks your stuffed cunt making you jump.
“Kitten, do you want something from Carol here?”
“Daddy, please! Please eat your baby girl’s ass!” Natalia huffs at your plea and smacks your ass harshly making you cry out as it was still sore from your spankings earlier.
“This is my ass, kitten. Don’t say stupid shit like that, you filthy cunt.” You moan out at her words and she raises a brow at Carol.
“Y/N, how could you like this? I was raised to never treat a woman like this. I don’t get it.” Nat rolls her eyes at the woman.
“Your parents taught you how not to fuck a woman, that’s disgusting.” Carol shakes her head at Nat.
“No, I was raised to respect women. Not degrade them.”
“Well this one, so submissive, loves to be degraded and fucked hard. Which is why it baffles me she decided to fuck you of all people! The most vanilla a bitch could get! Kitten, she won’t even eat your ass or look at it for that matter.”
“Well, she did let me call her Daddy. I mean she was skeptical at first but then she loved it.” Nat rolls her eyes at you and snorts.
“Pathetic. Let’s show her what she’s missing out on, hm? I was going to let her participate but now she will only be watching. You better not close your eyes for anything other than blinking or I’ll permanently shut them for you.” You guess she nodded her head as conformation because then Nat’s hands are on you pushing you to stand up. Her hands grab and knead at your breasts roughly, pulling at you nipples making them harden at her touch. She pulls her hands away and smacks your breasts. You bite your lip holding back your moans. Natalia notices and grabs your nipples twisting roughly and holding them there. Your knees bend as you grab onto her wrists releasing a pained moan.
“Don’t hold back on me, kitten. I want to hear you.”
“Yes, Mommy.” She releases your nipples and takes a step back looking you up and down. She points to her feet and you kneel before her, looking up at her through your lashes. She pats your head and traces her hand down your face over your cheek before slipping two fingers in your mouth. You moan as you suck gently on her fingers tracing them with your tongue. You see her look up at Carol, who is watching you intently, mouth slightly ajar.
“Enjoying the show, Carol? If so we’re just getting started,” Nat pulls out her fingers, wiping them on your face and nods towards the couch. “Hands and knees, kitten, facing Carol.” You get up and make your way to the couch getting into position and facing Carol, who is turned to the side. Nat walks up to her chair and spins her around to face you correctly, scooting the chair to the end of the couch, were you could easily reach out and touch her. You give her a soft smile as you see the conflicted desire in her eyes. Nat makes her way to you on the couch, kneeling behind you. You moan as she rubs her hands all over your lower body, squeezing and roughly pawing you everywhere. Her left hand leaves your hips and moves down to your cunt, tracing the end of the dildo that’s filling you up so well. You gasp out a moan at the feeling, staring straight into Carol’s eyes. She grabs a hold of the dildo and slowly pulls it out making you whimper at the now empty feeling. Nat tosses the dildo onto the ground and uses both her hands to hold you open.
“Fuck, kitten. You’re soaked and this beautiful pussy of yours is gaping right now. So beautiful, I bet you missing being full, hm?” She gently blows on your cunt watching it quiver and contract at the feeling. You see Carol bite her lip as you moan.
“How bad do you want to see this pretty cunt, Carol? If you weren’t such a bitch earlier you could’ve fucked this whore’s slutty pussy. Would you have liked that, kitten.” Oh god. You close your eyes and quickly reopen them when she slaps your pussy twice, making you release a strangled moan.
“Yes, Mommy. I can’t help but think of both of you fucking me and filling my slutty fuck holes. Just please, Mommy. Please, fuck me!” You hear her tsk at your answer.
“What a little slut, hm? You want to be fucked by two people at once? You should be upset at Carol, kitten. That could’ve happened. Don’t worry, baby doll. I can make it happen for you soon.” Your eyes widen at the thought of it being with anyone else besides Carol and you pout.
“I want Daddy to fuck me! Not some random girl!” Nat rolls her eyes at your stubbornness and slaps you on the ass, making you lean forward a bit.
“Yes well if Daddy doesn’t take that stick out of her ass she cannot join. Period.” You look up at Carol with hope in your eyes. You notice that her eyes have become watery and you feel bad for her, she didn’t deserve this. You hear Nat unzipping her pants and you moan as you feel her strap hitting you on the thigh. She slowly circles your clit with the head and drags it up and down through your slick folds. Fuck.
“I refilled it, kitten. Are you ready for Mommy’s cock, slut?”
“Fuck yes, Mommy. Please give me your cock! Please fuck your filthy little whore, Mommy!” You see Carol’s mouth drop open as yours does in a scream as Natalia slams her cock into your sopping cunt. She fucks you hard and fast with no intention of ever slowing down. She brings one hand up to your hair taking a fistful and pulling hard. You sob as your eyes leave Carol’s and are now aimed at the ceiling.
“That’s right, slut, taking Mommy’s cock so well. Fuck I’m going to fill you with my cum, baby doll. You dirty whore, that’s what you want, right? Fuck whose cunt is this?”
“Fuck. It’s yours, Mommy! It’s all yours, please give it to me, Mommy! Cum in your filthy slut’s pussy, please!” She grunts and slaps your ass with every thrust, she releases your hair and grabs on to your hip. Your eyes roll back as you feel a nose collide with yours. Your eyes widen and you release a moan as Carol shoves her tongue in your mouth. You eagerly kiss back not expecting it at all. You hear Nat release a cackle.
“Fuck, Carol, I’m impressed you held out so long. It’s hard to resist this little brat, isn’t it?” Carol moans in response not wanting to break the kiss. You feel Nat pull out and you break the kiss to look back at her and pout. She smacks your ass and stands up with her fake cock hanging out of the zipper compartment. You bite your lip as you watch her step towards Carol. She unties her hands but leaves her legs tied down.
“You can do whatever you want to her, wherever you can reach that is. Have fun.” She smirked at Carol then looks down at you before walking back to the couch. You lick your lips as she thrusts back into you as Carol grabs your face and kisses you roughly. She pulls away from you and slaps you across the face and grabs your hair in her other hand. Holding your face still she slaps you again, making you release a sob.
“Is this how you like to be treated,slut?” You nod unable to form a coherent thought as Nat fucks you roughly and Carol is seemingly coming around to rough treatment. Your head may explode right now. She smacks you harder this time.
“Fucking answer me, you whore!” Nat chuckles at your pain reveling in the loud moan you release as she puts her thumb in your asshole.
“Yes, Daddy! I love being treated like this! Please!”
“Tell me this, baby girl. Did she fuck you at the restaurant? Did she?” Your eyes look up at her pleadingly. Her eyes shine with tears as she now knows the answer.
“Daddy, I’m sorry! Please, Daddy!”
“Please what, baby girl?”
“Please use me. Do whatever you want to me, to your baby girl, please, Daddy.”
“No,” You look up at her with pained eyes. She places three fingers at the entrance of your mouth and you open to accommodate them. “you’re not my baby girl, not anymore.” You let tears fall as she looks at you with an unreadable expression. She leans in closer to you as she shoves her fingers further in your throat making you gag. She has tears falling as well, you think maybe because she doesn’t really want to do this. You feel Nat start to rub your clit and you clench your jaw making Carol pull out her fingers making a pained noise.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I didn’t mean to bite you.” She shakes her head and pulls you into a kiss. You both moan as you come closer to the edge.
“Fuck, kitten. I’m close. You ready to have your pussy filled?” You pull away from the kiss and look into Carol’s eyes and for the first time you see what could’ve been. It could’ve been you and Carol with a stable healthy relationship if only you hadn’t had that chance encounter with Nat in London. You give her a small smile as she returns one, albeit shaky.
“Yes, Mommy, please fill my pussy!” You wince at Carol’s face, still clearly turned on but with so much hurt. Carol brings you in for one more kiss, you knowing it would be your last. You feel Nat release her fake cum inside you and you moan as you cum alongside, her fingers circling your puffy clit helping you along. Carol pulls away first your lips connected by a string of spit. Both of your faces red with tears. Nat pulls out of you and you shiver as the cum leaks out of you. She sits back to admire her work with a satisfied smirk, not at all caring about either yours or Carol’s inner struggle. She smacks your ass for the umpteenth time and gets up. She throws you your dress as she undoes Carol’s legs from the chair.
“You’re free to go. I’m not going to kill you since Y/N did in fact make you cry.” Carol looks at you with clear hurt in her eyes as you look down unable to take it. She gets up from the chair as you slide your dress back on. Carol clears her throat and points to your room.
“I’m just going to grab a few things, then I’ll leave.” Natalia looks bored as you slowly nod your head at Carol. Once Carol is out of the room Nat looks down at you.
“She really spoiled this evening, kitten. At least she won’t be a problem anymore.” She shrugs as you glare at her. You shake your head and stand up on wobbly legs, she reaches out to steady you and your breath hitches as your eyes meet. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful? You were so lost in her eyes you haven't even heard the police sirens. You look over her shoulder as they pound on your door. She looks behind you and you turn as well seeing Carol holding up her wanted picture. Fuck. Nat smirks and pulls you closer pressing her lips against yours. You nearly exploded, her lips were so fucking soft and plump. You moan as she bites your bottom lip demanding entrance with her tongue. Your hands are on her waist when she moves to pull out her gun. She pulls away aiming it at Carol who was making her way to the door. She stops moving towards the door as you kiss Natalia’s neck a few times. She pulls away completely making you whine. She smirks at you and gives you one last kiss.
“Until next time, kitten.” She gives you a sly wink and makes her way to your bedroom and out of that window. You jump as your front door is kicked in.
“Police! Where is she?!” Carol points to your room and you glare at her.
“She went that way, officers.” They nod and run to your room.
“You know that was a bitch move, Carol.” She huffs and crosses her arms making her way to your front door.
“Yeah well at least I’m not being taken advantage of by a freaky serial killer.”
“Hey! She’s not a serial killer, she’s an assassin!” She looks appalled.
“Same fucking difference!” You growl and point to your front door.
“Get out, Carol.” She looks at you one last time with a look you couldn’t decipher and walks away, leaving you alone. You nearly jump when the police walked back into the living room.
“Fucking hell!”
“Sorry ma’am. It seems she got out through your bedroom window. We will pursue her and let you know if we catch her. Thank you for the tip. Have a nice day.” You glare at them as they leave shutting your front door that was now damaged. Once alone you sit down on the couch and put your face in your hands and release a loud sob. God what is this woman doing to you? That kiss was everything yet she can’t stay because she’s on the run. What kind of life is that? You don’t know when you’ll see her next and yet you’ll wait for her. Definitely not going to sleep with anyone  else since that turns out shitty anyways. You take your hands away from your face and rest them on your knees, you look at your coffee table and notice a small black box with a card on top. Has that been there this whole time? You pick up the box and open the card. ‘For next time. - N’ You scrunch your eyebrows together as you put the card to the side. You open the top of the box and gasped. Inside sat a white collar with a few pink diamond studs. In the middle sat a pink bow with a heart shaped tag underneath, kitten was written on the tag with a tiny diamond on the bottom. You release a little sob at the beautiful gift. You replace the top of the box and place it back on the table. You pick up the card again tracing the words and imagining her sitting down to write it. It was then you realized that you wanted this and you know what, fuck it. She could very well be the death of you but you didn’t mind.
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What I had in mind for the collar!!
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