#“i bet she’s bragging to all her friends saying you’re so unique” <- about the ex stealing the ideas of her fun date activities

[kandavers]

Deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo could be about yuri tbh

[brunettegoddess]

Being annoying Singing in harmony I bet she's bragging To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmmSo when you gonna tell her That we did that, too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

So when you gonna tell her That we did that, too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was the show we talked about Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

deja vu // Tate Langdon

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: so not really a warning but i kinda changed tate’s personality for this so please don’t yell at me for not being on character, angst, language, sad, heartbreak, illusions to rape, mentions of murder, not proofread

inspired by deja vu by olivia rodrigo

car rides to malibu strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two and trading jackets laughing bout how small it looks in you

You sighed as you stood behind Tate, hidden from his sight, watching as he placed his jacket on the girl next to him. Violet, was it? Her name didn’t matter, it’s not like you were going to talk to her. Not yet anyways. Not until things get bad.

watching reruns of glee being annoying, singing in harmony i bet she’s bragging to all her friends, saying you’re so unique

You watched as Violet and Tate were listening to some of Tate’s old Nirvana records, singing along together softly. Just the sight of it made you sick. You used to do that with him. You were the one who introduced him to Kurt Cobain in the first place. But he’s probably not even thinking about you anymore.

so when you you gonna tell her we did that too? she thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused that was our place, i found it first i made the jokes you tell to her when she’s with you

do you get deja vu when she’s with you? do you get deja vu? do you get deja vu?

With every passing day, you heart shattered even more. Watching the two of them do your things together. He told her your jokes. He even took her up to the hidden spot on the roof. You showed that to Tate. You brought him there. It was your spot. But not anymore apparently. Now it’s theirs. Everything that you had with Tate was taken from you and given to this girl. The only comfort was knowing that he would ruin her, just like he did with you.

do you call her, almost say my name? cause let’s be honest, we kinda do sound the same another actress i hate to think that i was just your type

She was basically just a clone of you. A broken girl, open to fall prey to his traps. Whether he meant to or not, Tate destroyed everything he touched. But in spite of it all, you still loved him. So you counted the days until he would ruin Violet. Because then he would come crawling back to you.

and i bet that she knows billy joel cause you played her uptown girl you’re singing it together now i bet you even tell her how you love her in between the chorus and the verse

“I know this song’s kinda old, but it’s still really good,” Tate said as he smiled at her.

He played the record, and you frowned as Uptown Girl by Billy Joel started playing. That was your song. You showed it to him, and he was doing the same for her. He’s doing the same thing he did to you, luring her into his trap. They smiled at each other, taking in the lyrics of the song.

“I love you Violet,” Tate mumbled as he pulled her closer.

“I love you too.”

so when you you gonna tell her we did that too? she thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused that was the show we talked about played you the songs she’s singing now when she’s with you

do you get deja vu when she’s with you? do you get deja vu? do you get deja vu?

Your favorite songs filled your ears as you watched Tate show them to her. He’s saying he discovered them. He’s lying, you showed them to him when you were together. Back when you were happy.

strawberry ice cream in malibu don’t act like we didn’t do that shit too you’re trading jackets like we used to do yeah everything is all reused

Violet pulled Tate’s jacket tighter around herself, savoring the warmth as they sat outside together. Tate placed a cigarette in her mouth, and she immediately savored the relief it brought. Her life was falling apart. Tate was the only good thing she had. At least that’s what she thought.

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

“What did you do?!” she screamed at Tate, tears streaming down her face.

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to do any of it! Violet, I’m sorry please!”

“No, I can’t accept that,” she replied, starting to cry too.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying go away.”

“What? No don’t do this!”

“Go away Tate!”

“You’re all I want! You’re all I have!”

“Go away!” she screamed once more, sobbing once Tate disappeared.

There it was. The inevitable ruin Tate brought. But despite everything he did to you, you couldn’t help but still love him. You couldn’t help but want him back.

i know you get deja vu i know you get deja vu i know you get deja vu

“Y/n, please I’m sorry. Just please, take me back.”

You turned around and saw Tate standing behind you, tears streaming down his face. You knew it was wrong. That you shouldn’t forgive him. Not after what he did. But you still loved him. Even though he killed you, you still loved him.

You walked over to him and pulled him into your arms, hugging him tightly for fear that he might slip away again. But he won’t. Not this time. He was yours again. And this time, nothing would get in between you two.

Tate Langdon Taglist: @ahsxual @darlingkitt @1800-fuckbitchesgetmoney

[l-r-christian]

heyyy can u do a klaus mikaelson imagine where the reader comes out with the album ‘sour’ instead of olivia rodrigo and its based off of an ex not klaus and klaus throws a party and she sings the songs ‘deja vu’, ‘jealousy, jealousy’ and ‘brutal’ for a sneak peak of the album and it’s basically pure fluff

Ahhhhhh writing for my wolfie boy again ☺. I apologize if this is a little bad as I was trying to find a good way to write this and look up the artist as I haven't heard these songs before.

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x F!Singer!Reader, Past!Damon Salvatore x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Damon being Damon

Music was Y/N's pride and joy, having done cover songs putting them up on a YouTube channel and she was every popular gaining a huge audience. She started to make her first album right around when she found out that Damon had been seeing Elena behind her back which hurt her deeply and since then she hadn't talked to her so call best friend. Y/N's fans had been angry at Damon saying how dare he hurt such a cinnamon bun and saying how Elena was a terrible best friend.

"Love, I have something to ask of you."

"What is it Nik?" Y/N asked looking up from lyrics she was working on for her album. Klaus sat next to her.

"I am throwing a party and was hoping you could sing for my guests?" Klaus asked her as she stopped looking at him. Y/N knew that most likely Damon would be there along with the rest of her friend group.

"I'll love to Nik."

Y/N was a bit nervous and had asked Kol to record her for her channel as the songs she picked was sneak peaks of what she was working on. Y/N was announced to go on stage and heard the clapping seeing every that was going to prom had came to the party.

"How is everyone tonight?" Y/N greeted getting cheers as Damon stared at her and Klaus found Y/N just gorgeous as she wore the dress he got her.

"I here to sing for you all. Three sneak peeks at some songs I wrote." Y/N said getting loud cheers making her smile.

"The first is called 'Déjà Vu' so enjoy." Y/N said beginning to play people began to move to the music.

"Car rides to Malibu, strawberry ice cream. One spoon for two and trading jackets. Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you." Y/N sang as she played her guitar.

"Watching reruns of Glee, being annoying singing in harmony. I bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique, him. So when you gonna tell her? That we did that too? She thinks it's special. But it's all reused that was our place, I found it first. I made the jokes you tell her when she's with you. Do you get déjà vu? Ah, hmm." Y/N sang and got cheers while Elena looked to Damon wondering if it was true.

"Alright everyone I'm sure alot of can relate to the next one here's 'Brutal'." Y/N said with a grin feeling more comfortable on stage.

"I want it to be,like, messy. I'm so insecure, I think that I'll die before I drink. And I'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates me." Y/N sang as Klaus frown hating the idea that Y/N felt that way.

"And I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life and they'd all be so disappointed. 'Cause who am I, if not exploited? And I'm so sick of 17. If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth." I'm gonna cry."

"And I wish I'd done this before. And I wish people liked me more. All I did was try my best, this the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe.... God, it's brutal out here." Y/N sang as she looked out at the dancing crowd then saw how Klaus watched her. The crowd cheered as the song ended and Y/N was now in her element as Damon frowned wishing he knew this about his ex.

"Here is for those girls who felt like me. This next one is called 'Jealousy Jealousy.'"

"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. 'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true. With paper-white teeth and prefect bodies....Wish I didn't care. I know that beauty is not my lack."

"But it feels like that weight is on my back. And I can't let it go. Co-comparison is killin' me slowly. I think, I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me. I'm so sick of myself. I'd rather be, rather be anyone anyone else. But jealousy, jealousy. Started followin' me. Started followin' me." Y/N finished as everyone cheered loudly and clapping as she waved leaving the stage as the band took over.

"Y/N." Damon said as the singer turned seeing her ex the first time in months as she had buried herself in her music.

"Salvatore." Y/N said not caring about the hurt that flashed in his eyes as in her mind Damon had no right to be hurt.

"We should talk."

"Sorry but I'm busy."

"With what?" Damon questioned stepping forward as in a blur Klaus was next to Y/N with an arm around her waist.

"Joining me for a drink." Klaus said leaving Damon no more to talk as he lead the young woman away.

"You didn't have to do that."

"But I did love." Klaus tells her as she found herself in his studio and she stepped away looking at his paintings. Y/N stopped at one of her making her blink as he step next to her.

"You shouldn't feel l like you aren't good enough Y/N. "

"And why would you say that?" Y/N asked smiling looking at him as Klaus looked at her cupping her cheek. Y/N had a suspicion that Klaus had a thing for her since he would bend over backwards for her.

"Because I'm in love with you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met." Klaus tells her making Y/N's heart skip a beat as he leaned closer.

"I am in love with you too. As I can't believe I fell for my best friend." Y/N said softly cupping his face as Klaus crashed his lips against hers. Y/N kissed back pressing closer to Klaus making him growl while in a blur she found her self in Klaus's bed. Y/N giggled leaning back against Klaus's bare chest as she showed him how to play the guitar. Y/N was glad she said yes to singing for Klaus's party as she would have never gotten her happily ever after with someone who really loved her.

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

pretty sad

Rindou Haitani X Original Character

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(author’s note) just a brief life update hahaha so i started listening to olivia rodrigo’s ‘sour’ album for the first time yesterday and i just fell in love with it so hard. anyway, this was just a short scenario i thought up while i was at the cashier this morning lol. 

for this one, i mostly borrowed the lyrics from déjà vu. it’s an au where this song with these lyrics exist, not necessarily an olivia rodrigo ahaha because this happens in 2005 ish when the haitani’s are 18-20. i don’t know what to make of this i just needed to write it down. so yeah, i hope you enjoy!

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Rindou Haitani doesn’t quite catch her name but then again his mind doesn’t think of much else the moment he hears her voice. It’s the melody that first gets his attention, and then suddenly a voice so clear and so sad it strikes a...bone or a muscle or a nerve that he was never aware he even had. He looks up in the same manner one might feel compelled to look over a weeping person’s face, to search for a source for this voice full of hurt and the silent sounds that just reach out.

Across the room, in the low light of the bar and in the midst of the silent crowd, she sits with one leg tucked underneath her on the floor of the slightly elevated stage, her long skirt almost fanning out. One hand clutching the microphone, another on her side, tracing soft patterns in the air like she’s running her hand in water. She softly sways along with the tune and Rindou swears he’s never seen a girl look so peaceful and alone.

And beautiful.

He finds himself longing to see the color of her eyes and he ends up staring long enough to wait for her to open them. And when she does, he is the first thing she sees, across the tables and in the dim booth that sees everything, her mouth curling to form the words and Rindou almost swears he’s the boy she’s singing about.

I bet she’s bragging To all her friends, saying you’re so unique, hmm So when you gonna tell her That we did that too?

“Damn, who hurt her?”

Ran’s slightly amused chuckle cuts through his attention like a knife and it takes Rindou half-a-second longer to think that it’s not them. Because if there’s anybody in the vicinity getting hurt and being put in their right places it’s more likely one of the Haitani brothers’ own doing. He blinks; Ran meant a different kind of hurt.

That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she’s with you Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?

He’s heard this song too many times in the radio, but at this moment and in this place it’s hers and Rindou is unable to tear his eyes away. Ran is saying something at the other end of the couch but he’s not paying attention.

‘Cause let’s be honest We kinda do sound the same Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type

“Did you catch her name?”

Ran tilts his head to his brother’s direction and Rindou is able to pinpoint the moment Ran decides to play coy.

“Hm?”

“Her name. Did you hear it?” He says as if bored. “Haven’t seen her around here before.”

It’s funny how his and his brother’s minds work. Something about Ran’s brief side-eye glance and the knowing smirk on his lips simultaneously tell Rindou three things: that his brother did hear her name, that Ran can somehow tell that he okay, maybe slightly badly wants to know, and that Rindou is not gonna get it out of him today without suffering some teasing.

He quietly sighs even before Ran opens his mouth.

“I did.” And then just leaves it at that.

Rindou relaxes back against his seat, eyes effortlessly darting back to the center of the room and finds her.

Well, it’s no problem, he thinks. He’ll have tomorrow night and many more nights to see her again.

Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?

[ghostdrew22]

Déjà  vu? || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x ex!fem!reader Warnings: Idk if this is angsty or not because I initially thought it was but it feels a bit like soft sadness to me? Summary: Y/N getting deja vu as you watch Draco with his new girlfriend (H/N - her name)

WORDS : 1950

Lyrics from “Deja Vu” by Olivia Rodrigo (but I got lazy and only used certain parts)

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Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two And tradin' jackets Laughin’ 'bout how small it looks on you (Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)

“Draco stop!” A voice exclaims before being followed by laughter. You know that you shouldn’t turn around, that it’ll hurt too much, but it’s been said many times that curiosity killed the cat.

He’s holding the very same ice cream order, strawberry and pistachio, and sporting that familiar warm smile that used to comfort you when you got a brain freeze from the ice cream. It had been your idea, ice cream in November, and he’d hated it at first but grew to love it just because it made you happy. That very same order that you’d made him try, strawberry and pistachio, but not for the two of you this time.

It’s difficult to know what you were expecting, something new? Different? A part of you had always known, even while you were the one in H/N’s position, that your moments with Draco would soon be documented and used for a modern remake. If your relationship had been a book, theirs is the movie adaption. If your relationship had been a song, theirs is a cover band’s rendition. Maybe, deep down, you were expecting just this- to see him treating her the same way that he’d treated you.

Those pale hands, that used to fit so comfortably in the expanse of your own, are now tucked safely in-between hers. Oceans of blue that used to run over your shivering figure every November when you made this exact Hogsmeade trip, are now tracing the lines of her face and committing them to memory. Lips, cold and slightly chapped, that were once coaxing laughter from your lungs with horrible puns and crude observations, are now completely and utterly consumed with the sole objective of entertaining her the very same way that they entertained you.

It’s a bitter sight, one would think, but you can’t bring yourself to be jealous. It’s an odd sort of feeling, deja vu, to know that once this moment belonged to you, and now you have to watch it play out in front of you. You know what’s going to happen, down to the footprints that’ll stain the path back to Hogwarts, but this time it’s not you. This time, even though you know what’s going to happen next, it’s not your laughter that’ll be filling the silence as he walks back to school.

Watching reruns of Glee Bein’ annoying, singin’ in harmony I bet she’s bragging to all her friends, saying you’re so unique, hmm

“Draco’s obsessed with this muggle show called Glee. He makes me sing along with him every time we watch it.” She says with a small laugh and a shy smile.

Why, in God’s name, did you decide to study in the library today? Sitting on the other side of the bookshelf behind you, with Millicent Bulstrode, is H/N.

“That’s horrendous.” Millicent replies with a laugh. Maybe if you’d tried harder to be friends with her then she would’ve told H/N that Draco used to do that with you too, that you’re the one who introduced him to muggle tv shows in the first place.

“It’s cute, he’s so… different.”

You swallow hard and try to pour your focus back into your books. That tone, sweet and infatuated, was the tone you used only months before when you spoke about him too. Once again you’re on the other side of the looking glass, staring back at a distorted reflection of yourself. It had been you bragging, drowning quite innocently in your adoration for him and feeling the need to sing your praises out to the world.

Way back when, you were the one forcing him to learn the lyrics to all of your favourite songs. The two of you would lose track of time singing along with the actors and complaining about the unnecessary drama, it was this little world that the two of you created. But now that world, that you built on love and trust, can no longer afford to accommodate you both. Now it’s his world with her.

Without even realising it you start to wonder how it must be when he’s with her. Does she sing off-key too? Does he pepper her with kisses after and make fun of her singing? Do they binge watch episodes or only do one at a time? Does his laugh still drown out the talking whenever something ridiculous happens? Is his favourite character still Sue?

How many pieces of your time together did he take from the puzzle, to form a new one with her?

So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? She thinks it's special, but it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

“This alcove is where I come when I want to be alone, no one really comes here.”

No one but me, you think to yourself as you stop in the hallway and overhear Draco whispering to her. Of course he took her to your alcove, why wouldn’t he?

A part of you wishes that he’d tell her that it was you who found this spot, that it was you who’d trudged along the castle one night in a desperate search for some peace and quiet. You want her to know that this was your safe space, that you were the one who invited him there and allowed him to relish in the safety that it provided. It was you who laced your fingers together with his own and dragged him behind you until you’d landed in the spot, you who had to listen to his complaints about how small and cramped it was until he finally got comfortable and fell in love with it. You were the one he used to wrap his arms around and make promises to in the silence of the night, when nothing beside the two of you existed in that alcove.

It’s all blurring together, then and now are nothing but two sides of the same rusted coin. How can you possibly distinguish between your memories and reality when the boundaries keep crossing?

You almost want to laugh at how identical your relationship was to the one they have now. Jokes that you came up with in the sludge of sleepiness, when the two of you used to hide out here on nights when you both felt sad, are now being repeated into the very same air that you breathed only months ago. Promises that you’d both agreed to back then, are being remade in the safety of the night that now belongs to them.

“I love you.”

And

“Forever.”

Are being whispered between the two of them, assurances and pacts to be together till the end of time.

But now you wonder, how long is forever?

Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you? Do you get déjà  vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?

The smell of toast and freshly scrambled eggs wafts through the Great Hall and you struggle to resist the urge to moan out in excitement. Breakfast is your favourite meal and, really, the only meal that’s worth anything. As you plop down in your seat and start to pack your plate in your food you fail to notice, in your sheer joy, that Draco’s sitting across from you with H/N by his side.

It’s not until you’re done piling up your favourites, like an Olympic gold medalist in training, that you notice the couple sat across from you. You observe discreetly as Draco outstretches his hand all over the table to get whatever she wants to eat, and you have to struggle to focus as a wave of déjà vu washes over you.

When had you stopped being the one he arranged plates for? When had he started saving a spot beside him for her, and not you? Literally you know that the answer is roughly around 3 or 4 months ago when the two of you had broken up, but he’d stopped being yours a long time before then and you’d both known it. Little moments of love, that had been the basis of your relationship, had fizzled out into distant memories way before you’d both decided to call it quits.

“Butter or jam, Y/N?”

You’re about to answer, on instinct really, when you realise that he’s not even speaking to you.

But he said your name. Didn’t he?

Do you call her, almost say my name? ‘Cause let’s be honest, we kinda do sound the same Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type

“It was mortifying!” You exclaim as you recount the events of earlier to your best friend.

“How bad could it have possibly been?” She asks with a laugh as she settles into your bed comfortably.

“He looked her dead in the eyes, and called her ‘Y/N’, and to make it one hundred times worse, I was sitting across from them when he did it so they both immediately turned to look at me!” You cry out in embarrassment as you drop your face in a pillow. “I’ve never prayed so hard for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.” You mumble against the fabric and you hear her laugh again.

“Why are you so embarrassed? It wasn’t your mistake.”

“It’s not about that, it’s about how easy it would’ve been for us to return to our roles as boyfriend and girlfriend. I almost answered him!” You sigh. “It’s been what? 3? 4 months? And my mouth still acts on muscle memory. We’re so familiar to each other that we still act on instinct.”

“Are you sure it’s not just because your names sound so similar?” She raises her eyebrows at you and you scoff. “Really? Y/N and H/N sound nothing alike?”

“Nope, not at all.”

“Okay, if you say so.” She shrugs, “But deep down I think all three of you know that there’s more similarities present than you’d like to account for.”

You huff in response and cross your arms. Is she right? Does Draco have a type?

Even worse, are you just Draco’s type? Nothing more and nothing less than just another girl who ticks all of his favourite boxes?

I know you get déjà  vu I know you get déjà  vu I know you get déjà vu

It’s on one morning, on one of your good mornings, that it happens.

Months of watching the two of them recreate the love that you’d had with him, suffering in silence and scolding yourself for thinking such awful things about them, finally come to a halt when you receive the acknowledgment that you’ve been so desperately craving.

She walks onto platform 9 and 3/4 in a dress, a purple dress that looks eerily similar to the one you’d worn two years before on this exact platform. She’s smiling brightly, excited for the new school year, and Draco’s waiting for her by the door with a smile that’s just as bright. When his eyes catch her own and she slips her hand into his, he stumbles backward in shock slightly. He immediately looks away from her and searches the crowd, scanning over people climbing into the train and saying goodbye to their families, in a desperate attempt to find you.

It’s too much for him, to see her standing before him and looking like a replica of you, and he needs some sort confirmation to know that he’s not imagining this similarity. The dress wraps around her waist the same way that yours had wrapped around your own waist, and it compliments her skin in a way that’s hauntingly memorable. He knows that he’s seen all of this before, and he knows that it wasn’t with her.

You’re standing a few paces away from the door, watching the scene unfold, and when his ocean blues finally meet yours, you know.

He smiles at you, the first time he’s done so since you broke up, and mouthes exactly what the two of you need to hear.

“Déjà vu.”

And then it’s over- the moment, the agony, the months of confusion- it’s all packed up into a neat box and stored away. He turns with her and they walk into the train together, happily.

You remember this, being the one in her position and walking by his side. You remember the feeling of utter joy that had consumed you, it’s all the same really.

But maybe this time when he promises forever, he’ll mean it.

~~~

This was meant to be way angstier but I got lazy and ended up just wanting to write it out before I ran out of love for the idea.

Anyway, I kind of like it...

love you all,

jean <3

[sunarindior]

deja vu.

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

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.

a/n: so how was it? I hope you guys liked it! Send me an ask for your comments regarding this oneshot! <3

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[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

House Party

Summary: You were invited to a party, little did you know, your best friend would be there too Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Squares:  Smut for Make Me Feel Bingo // Sat on their lap instead of the chair for SPN Fluff // Jensen Ackles for Winchester & Beyond Bingo // Stolen Kisses for Any Fandom Fluff // Slow Burn for Tell Me A Story Bingo // Friends with Benefits for SPN Mixed Bingo Warnings: +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Friends to Lovers, Smutish, cockwarming, alcohol, party, dirty talk, teasing, no panties, jealousy (mention)  Word Count: 1466 A/N:  This is my first attempt to actually write some graphic smut, so please be nice. In here you will also find some bolded prompts for the 7k follower celebration of @negans-lucille-tblr’s  This fic is unbeta’d so any mistakes (grammar, spelling, etc) are mine.

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It was Tuesday night when your calendar app notified you that you had your best friend Muni’s house party on Saturday. You texted her and agreed to meet on Thursday to buy clothes for the party.  You bought a two-part dress that you certainly were going to wear almost no underwear because it was really tight. You felt insecure by wearing something that tight but you couldn’t deny you looked amazing. 

When you arrived at Muni’s house, there were many people, and it was just less than an hour since it started. You saw some mutual friends, some men were drooling while staring at you. You were aware of that, but they didn’t care you could see them. In a way it made you feel uncomfortable. You were checking your phone every now and then like you were expecting a call or something.

You were about to flirt with a guy when you saw someone’s back. You could recognize that back everywhere. It was Jensen Ackles, he made it to the party. The last time you saw him, you were drunk and having sex. Amazing sex if you could brag out, the best you’ve ever had. You were staring at him when he turned around and saw you, he had a small smile, but then he saw what you were wearing and his eyes filled with lust. Yes, you were some feet away from him, and still, you were able to feel his intense gaze, he was undressing you with his eyes and you were ruining your panties to just thinking of him. You smirked at him, smiled like you were the only ones in the room, and went to find Muni. You were with Muni dancing and talking with some of her friends when you felt a presence behind you. You knew it was him, that unique scent he has, the perfume he wears, that undeniable presence you could identify without thinking.  Your body reacted at him, not the way you were expecting but you pressed and grind your butt against him.

-Hey sweetheart — he said to your ear, pulling a hand around your waist and getting you closer to him Your whole body shivered at hearing him in such a low tone. You kept grinding your ass against him. You turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips and then you left. Jensen was perplexed and you were red in embarrassment. Thank god for the alcohol you were drinking, sober you’ve never acted this way.

Jensen was one of your best friends and you were madly in love with him. You thought he was not interested in you, at least not like you wanted, you had sex with him in the past, but never flirted back the way it did today. He was different, he encouraged you to keep moving your ass against his crotch, he never stopped you. And when you kissed him, he never backed away. Your panties were ruined by now, you could feel how wet they were. You were ruined.

-Have you seen how Jensen looks at you? — Muni asked you Jensen appeared in front of you, stole a kiss and he continued his way. You were frozen, you weren’t expecting it at all -Oh my god — Muni exclaimed — What the hell just happened? She was surprised, she had never seen Jensen acting that way with anyone, not even with you.  -He is so into you. Buying that dress was the best decision you could ever make. -I still hate it. It’s too tight — you complained -Well, Jensen loves it. He can’t take his eyes off you. Clearly, he wants you in his pants -Half the men in here want the same thing. Besides, he just sees me as his friend, nothing more -Babe, the way he is looking at you, and behaving around you, doesn’t show him as just a friend. He is interested in you -He is just teasing. He would never be interested in me — you admitted sadly -Let’s wait until the party ends, and then you tell me. You’ll thank me later — he said and left you alone Wherever you were going, you could feel Jensen’s intense glare following you. Maybe Muni was right and he was interested in you, or maybe just wants sex. It wouldn’t be the first time, sex without feelings. 

You needed to go to the bathroom and he was just in the way. Two can play the game. You approached him and gave him a long kiss. He grabbed you from your waist deepening it. You broke the kiss and before he could say something you kept walking. You’ve just ruined a friendship. This was the end. Once in the bathroom, you checked your panties, as you expected, they were a mess. It was getting uncomfortable to have them wet, so you took them off and threw them on the laundry basket that Muni has there hidden. No one would know you are not wearing panties, the bottom of your dress is too tight. You felt uncomfortable at first, but you tried to not think about it.

When you got back to the party, Jensen was out of sight. You felt bad, it was your fault, you made him feel uncomfortable and he left. You went to the kitchen to grab another beer when you spotted him sitting alone with his phone in one of the corners. You grabbed two beers and went where he was seated -Nobody puts baby on the corner — you said while sitting on his lap instead of a chair He smiled and grabbed one of the beers opening up and handing it to you, grabbing the other for him. You accommodate yourself in his lap, making sure to press your ass against his semi-hard cock. Jensen could feel you and with his free hand, he grabbed you from your waist putting the hand over your thigh.  Just feeling his cock through the fabric and his hand on your thigh, you were getting even wetter. Jensen squeezed your thigh and kissed you on your neck -Don’t you get tired of teasing? Wearing that tight little dress giving nothing left for the imagination? -Mhm… Jay — you moaned moving your ass He moved the hand that was on his thigh higher to the hem of your skirt. You opened your legs. You seated sideways on his lap, putting one arm around his neck and the other near his crotch -Mmm sweetheart, you feel what you do to me? You make me get jealous of everyone wanting to devour you. -But I want you, not them— you said moving your hand to his crotch Jensen moved his hand higher and looked at you with lustful eyes. He smirked at you when he realized you were wearing nothing -What a naughty girl, no wearing any panties — he moved his hand inside your skirt -I bet you are really wet You moved your hand to his zipper  -Please, Jens — you moaned Jensen was hard, his cocked throbbed when you grabbed from under his underwear. You could feel the tip getting wet with precum. Jensen opened your legs a little more and moved a finger along your folds -Mmm baby, you’re so wet You opened his jeans and took his cock out. You got up and Jensen with wide eyes open realized what were you going to do -Are you getting my cock warmed? — He said helping you to sit on his cock -Mhm… Jens — you moaned while kissing him

You’ve had sex with him before, but today he was a lot bigger than you expected. Probably it was the position you were both seated, he filled you up and reached places no one has ever touched. He held you in place and started to kiss you. You could feel his cock getting harder inside you. You tried to circle your hips while making out with him, you needed the friction, but Jensen held you in place. -Jens… — You broke the kiss -What is it, baby? -I don’t know how long I will resist without moving -Me neither, sweetheart. I want you so bad -I want you too — You gave him another kiss — Let’s go to the guest room, I’m staying there tonight -Tomorrow I’ll take you on a date. That’s a promise

When you moved from his lap, you felt empty. He was quick to fix his pants and then you grabbed his hand, ready to be fucked out by your best friend. Muni saw that you were taking him to your room and smirked. A minute later you got a text “I told you. Please be quiet. I want all the details.”

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[cxplqnce]

Isaac Lahey - Deja Vu

Based on ‘Deja Vu’ by Olivia Rodrigo.

I got a few requests to do a sequel to Good Stuff, so I thought I’d write one, even though this can be read as a standalone. hope you like it!

Word Count: 1,196

Sequel to ‘Isaac Lahey - Good Stuff’.

Masterlist

Car rides to Malibu

Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two

And trading jackets, laughing 'bout how small it looks on you,

Isaac looked happy when you saw him. He looked happy with his hand intertwined with Allison’s as they walked down the school hall. And it killed you. You were still so in love with him, remembering all the happy memories like; the car rides you used to take when you would sing along to the radio or just talk. When you would go and get ice-cream and he would offer you his jacket when you were cold, claiming that ‘werewolves don’t get cold’.

You wondered if he did any of those things with Allison.

Watching reruns of Glee, being annoying

Singing in harmony, I bet she's bragging

To all her friends, saying you're so unique,

You heard Allison talking to Lydia about her newly-formed relationship with Isaac. You heard her mention some of the things that you used to do with him that he had reused. It made your blood boil – knowing that he was sharing things with her that used to be yours. You hated that they were creating memories that you already had. Memories that made you smile then want to cry almost immediately afterward.

“He took me on a car ride to get ice-cream, basic stuff really but it was so cute! We just sang to the radio the whole way there and back and talked about the stupidest stuff.” Allison told Lydia, the pitch in her voice getting higher as she spoke fondly.

You wanted to run up to her and tell her that you had that exact same memory from six months ago.

So when you gonna tell her that we did that too?

She thinks it's special but it's all reused

That was our place, I found it first

I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

As soon as you heard Allison mention a specific place Isaac had taken her to, you stalked away from the girls, looking all around the school until you found Isaac talking to Scott and Stiles.

“Are you kidding me?” You snapped at him, prompting Stiles to stifle a chuckle at Isaac’s facial expression, only for him to be dragged away by Scott. “You took her to our place… My place?” You fumed. That place was special for you, it was where you used to go to cry or think and when you became close to Isaac you took him there. He was the only person you had ever taken there and the fact that he had shared that with someone else hurt like hell.

“It’s none of your business where I take my girlfriend.” Isaac argued, trying to walk away from the conversation but you stopped him.

You grabbed his arm and looked him directly in the eye, “It is when that place is mine.”

I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel ‘cause you played her Uptown Girl,

You're singing it together now I bet you even tell her,

How you love her in between the chorus and the verse,

You sat in the cafeteria pushing your food around your plate with your fork. You had tried to eat something but you just couldn’t. All you wanted was to go to your place and cry it out but it was tainted now, it wasn’t yours anymore. It was theirs.

“Y/N?” You heard from behind you. You turned around in your chair to see Allison, staring down at you with a guilty look crossing her features, “Can I sit?”

Hesitantly, you nodded, motioning for her to take the seat across from you, “Sure. What’s up?” You asked, trying not to sound too horrible.

“I wanted to apologise. I heard about your argument with Isaac, that he took me to your place. I had no idea that it was important to you or that you even showed it to him. He told me he just found it one day.” She explained. You were a little surprised; you hadn’t expected her to react like this. You half-thought she would yell at you for screaming at her boyfriend. “I’ve told him not to take me there anymore. I just wanted you to know. I’m sorry again.” She finished before leaving the table.

Hearing what Allison had told you made you angrier at Isaac but it also took away any negative feelings you had towards her.

Strawberry ice cream in Malibu

Don't act like we didn't do that shit too

You're trading jackets like we used to do

(Yeah, everything is all reused)

After thinking about the reasons you were angry with Isaac, you came to a certain conclusion. You weren’t actually angry at him. You were angry at yourself, at the situation you were in. It wasn’t his entire fault, it wasn’t yours, or Allison’s. It just so happened that the situation you were in, sucked.

You also figured out how to deal with it, how to make it better and how to get past all of the bad feelings you felt.

Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh)

That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh)

A different girl now, but there's nothing new

“Why did you want me to meet you here?” Isaac asked as he approached you. You were sat on a bench at your place, staring at the view, when you turned to face him.

Patting the seat gently, you motioned for him to join you, “I really hated you, you know.” You started, as he sat down.

“That’s good to hear.” Isaac joked. “Was that it?”

You sighed, taking a deep breath. “I hated you because I wanted us to work so badly, but we didn’t and when we ended, all I could think of was the good memories - the memories that you’re now making with Allison.” You paused for a second, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets to keep them warm, “We never would’ve worked though, cause of all the bad stuff between us.”

“There was a lot of it, wasn’t there?” He added, gently nudging your shoulder.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, before you nudged him back and took another deep breath, “I still have feelings for you, Isaac… But I know that they don’t mean anything anymore. I’ll get over it eventually and all of this will be a bad memory. So, I’m going to hang onto the good stuff. No bad stuff, no hard feelings.”

Isaac smiled at your comment, “Me too.”

“Allison’s good for you, by the way.” You mentioned, before standing up from your seat, “Don’t screw it up.”

You started to walk away, leaving all the bad stuff in the past, “I won’t.” Isaac called before you disappeared from view.

I know you get déjà vu

I know you get déjà vu

As you walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High a few weeks after your heart-to-heart with Isaac, you saw him with her – holding hands and looking happy. And for the first time in a while, you weren’t sad, or angry, or disappointed.

You just felt a little sense of déjà vu.

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Follow my instagram @cxplqnce :) also I take requests if you have any - for any of the fandoms on my masterlist and some others! :)

[celestialprincesslulu]

Olivia Rodrigo prompts!

I really have been into Olivia Rodrigo lately and so I wanted to create some RP starters based off her songs. I’ll organize it via the titles of the songs like usual. There are 69 total here (hah, the number). 

:: Good 4 You

“I guess you moved on really easily.”

“You found a new girl, and it only took a couple weeks.”

“Remember when you said you wanted to give me the world?”

“Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl.”

“Good for you, you look happy and healthy. Not me, if you ever cared to ask.”

“You’re doing great without me? God, I wish I could do that.”

“I’ve spent the night crying on my floor in my bathroom.”

“You’re so unaffected, I don’t get it!”

“I guess you’re getting everything you want.”

“It’s like we never even happened. Baby, what the fuck is that?”

“It’s like you never even met me.”

“Well, screw that and screw you!”

“Maybe I’m too emotional, but maybe you never cared at all.”

“Apathy is like a wounded soul.”

:: Deja Vu

“I bet she’s bragging to all her friends saying that you’re so unique.”

“When are you gonna tell her that we did that too?” 

“She thinks it’s special, but it’s already used.”

“That was our place. I found it first. I told the jokes that you tell to her.”

“Let’s be honest, we do kind of sound the same.”

“I hate to think that I was just your type.”

“I bet that she knows Billy Joel because you played her Uptown Girl.” 

“I bet you even tell her how you love her in between the chorus and the verse.”

“I played you the song she’s singing now.” 

“Don’t act like we didn’t do that shit too.”

:: Drivers License

“You’re probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt.”

“She’s so much older than me, she’s everything I’m insecure about.”

“I know we weren’t perfect, but I’ve never felt this way for no one.”

“I just can’t imagine how you could be so okay now that I’m gone.”

“All my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.”

“I kind of feel sorry for them, they’ll never know you how I knew you.”

“I can’t go to the places that we used to because I still fucking love you, babe.” 

:: Traitor

“I played dumb but I always knew that you talked to her, maybe did even worse. I kept quiet so I could keep you.”

“Ain’t it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?”

“Ain’t it funny how you said that you were friends, now it sure as hell don’t look like it.”

“You betrayed me and I know that you’ll never feel sorry.”

“You talked to her while we were together.”

“I loved you at your worse, but that didn’t matter.”

“I guess you didn’t cheat but you’re still a traitor.”

“There’s no damn way that you could fall in love with someone that quickly.” 

“Remember when I brought her up, and you told me I was paranoid?” 

“God I wish that you thought this through, before I went and fell in love with you.”

“When she’s sleeping in the bed we made, don’t you dare forget about how you betrayed me.”

:: Happier

“We broke up a month ago, your friends are mine. You know I know that you moved on.”

“I thought my heart was attached from all the sunlight of our past.”

“She’s so sweet, she’s so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me?”

“I hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me.”

“I’m selfish, I know. I can’t let you go.”

“Find someone great but don’t find no one better.”

“Do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl that you’ve ever seen?”

“Eternal love bullshit that you know you’ll never mean. Remember when I believed when you said it first to me?”

“Now I’m picking her apart, like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart.”

“She’s beautiful. She looks kind. She probably gives you butterflies.”

“Think of me fondly when your hands are on her.”

:: Enough for You

“I wore makeup when we dated because I thought you’d like me more.”

“I tried so hard to be everything that you like, just for you to say that you’re not the compliment type.”

“I knew how you took your coffee and your favorite songs by heart.”

“I knew from the start that this is exactly how you’d leave.”

“You found someone more exciting and the next second, you were gone.”

“You always say that I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true cause all I wanted was to be enough for you.”

“Maybe I’m just not as interesting as the girls you had before.”

“God, you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more.”

“Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?”

“Don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?”

“I don’t think nothing could ever be enough for you.”

:: Favorite Crime

“I loved you so bad that I let you treat me like that.”

“Oh, the things I did, just so I could call you mine.. and the things you did.. well.. I hope I was your favorite crime.”

“I defended you to all of my friends.”

“It’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do cause I was going down but I was doing it with you.”

“I say that I hate you with a smile on my face, look at what we’ve become.”

[cozypancakes]

I love how “and all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them cause they’ll never know you the way that I do” and “I bet she’s bragging to all her friends, saying you’re so unique *scoff*...I made the jokes you tell you her when she’s with you” are most likely about the same person

[kyberphilosopher]

Kalon

“So long as you’re with me, I know I’ll never have to do anything alone.” 

Word Count: 2091

Pronunciation: KAL-en. (n.)...  the ideal of physical and moral beauty especially as conceived by the philosophers... beauty that is more than skin deep.

Rey really wanted to pound her fist against the ship in her frustration. 

The Millennium Falcon had accomplished so much throughout its existence- it was the infamous ship that had made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs! It had outrun Imperial starships. Not the local bulk cruisers, of course, but the big Corellian ships. Sleek and uniquely shaped, she was fast enough for anyone. 

But Rey thought she knew better. Of course, she appreciated the ship for what it was already. Anything that someone put so much effort into working with and creating was something that she could get behind. However, the thought popped into her mind that maybe there was a way to make it better. 

Just a little rewiring! Maybe a new paint job? Nothing too extreme, of course. The girl would never want to change the entire essence of something with so much value- sentimental or otherwise. Rey preferred keeping the vessel of both her friends memories and her own the same. Safe and secure. 

But this task was proving to be a tad more difficult than anticipated. 

It spiraled quickly enough. A little bit of rewiring turned into having to replace certain bits, which turned itself into having to fix an oil leak. How the Falcon hadn’t exploded into thousands of little shards was beyond Rey, by this point. It continuously seemed that with every adjustment she made [or attempted to make] morphed into a new problem that might’ve not even been worth it. It didn’t help much that that Poe Dameron guy would make a face or a snide comment as he watched her work. He had even made offers to help Rey, which she slapped aside each time. 

You watched as the girl finally slammed her palms against the side of the thing. With grit teeth and a bit of a huff, a few strands of brown locks fell down as she took a step back. Rey always was a bit of an emotional person, and sometimes her anger and frustration got hard to ignore. 

You shift against the wall you lean on, eyes glued to her. Rey looks incredibly pretty, however flushed with irritation. She’s been at it all day, and the exertion is rising in time with the setting sun. The sky, once a brilliant, bright blue, has faded into pastel shades of tangerine and raspberry and lemon. It’s warm today, adding to the thin layer of sweat spreading across her shoulders and palms. You were curious to see how her hazel eyes would make themselves appear in the light, but she was turned away from you. 

“Girls gonna be the death of us,” Poe grumbled as he walked passed you, shaking his head and jabbing his thumb. His expression was one of a ‘can you believe her?’. 

You crane your head over your shoulder to watch the man march away and into the hangar. You’d be willing to bet that he’s going to complain to General Organa, who will say some sassy words of wisdom in response. 

When you turn your head back, Rey has her hands on the sides of her hips. She looks the Falcon up and down, her white robes billowing slightly in the summer like wind. You’re not sure what she’s going to do next, but you’ve observed her enough to know she’s not exactly a quitter. 

Your relationship with the Jedi was a bit of a strange one. It wasn’t bad by any means. You weren’t quite... “friends”, but you weren’t really acquaintances either. It was more like the outer circle of friendship, where things are soft and warm but still somewhat mysterious. Rey didn’t come to you for things like she would Finn or Leia, and you didn’t talk to her nearly as often as Poe or Tallie. But you watched her sometimes out of appreciation and security, wondering if she was aware how beautiful she looked in the light of the sun. 

It takes a lot of bravery to talk to someone you admire, whether you know them well or not. People would be jealous of all the guts it took for you to push yourself from leaning by the entrance, and starting towards the girl. 

“Need help?” you question politely. Rey jumps and turns to you, startled but not upset. “Sorry.”

Rey looks at you for only a second before turning back to the ship. Her brown eyes rake up and down, looking at the exposed wires and vents and all the bits she’d happened to destroy. “No, no. I don’t think so,” Rey decides to say with a sigh. 

“You sure?” you say, turning to look at the structure ahead of you as well. “I mean, not to brag, but I think I know a lot about YT Leight Freighters.”

This draws a flash of a smile from her. She feels the stress and annoyance of working at the ship all day sinking away slowly with the light bit of humor. She looks down at her feet before squinting her eyes in the sunlight. “Can you toss me that Hydrospanner?” she says, pointing to the ground by your feet. 

You bend down and pick it up right away from the cluster of tools, tossing it to her. As she catches it sloppily and turns it over in her palms, she scoffs in that way that people do to show a kind form of surprise. “Finn can never do that right.”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Find a tool?”

Rey looks up at you, smiling. “You’d be surprised.”

You grin softly at each other in the light, the Falcon casting dim shadows across the place but not diminishing the warmth that you felt. The nervousness in your stomach was ever present, and you were somewhat afraid of saying something wrong with her. 

“So are you going to make any adjustments to the inside?” you ask, peeling your eyes from hers and admiring the bulk of the famous ship. You can see all the little divots and scratches embedded in the metal, each one telling a story. You can see why she would’ve wanted to keep reparations to a minimum. 

Rey strains as she goes to tighten a screw on her tip-toes. Her brow furrows and a bead of sweat appears on the right. “No, I don’t think so. Not yet, at least.” 

You nod in understanding. “Always wanted to be a pilot,” you muttered, half to yourself. 

Rey squinted over at you, detaching her tool from the bolt and watching your expression change to one of awe. Everything you guys said to each other had always been polite and small, only urgent once or twice. You knew each other, knew of each other, but not in the way that she knew others. It wasn’t quite as intimate or personal as her relationship with others, but Rey liked your presence fine enough. It shocked the pit of her tummy to hear you say something that sounded so personal. 

“Well, aren’t you?” she questioned. 

You scoffed a little dryly, and Rey knew you were about to sell yourself short. “Piloting an X-Wing isn’t much of the same as piloting a Falcon.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Rey said kindly. She watched you turn to her with the glint of joy in your eyes, dissecting her words. “Pass me that towel?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. Again, you picked a rag smeared with dirt and grime from the ground and passed it to her. “Are you going to be here all day?”

Rey rung the towel around her sweaty hands, attempting to soothe the perspiration into the skin instead of wiping it away. She had been, in all honesty. She liked working with her hands, especially when it was on something as grand and legendary as the Millennium Falcon. It reminded her of something she knew was real and tangible, no matter how many bad memories her hands tied to her old life. 

“No,” she said, even though it hurt a bit to say. 

You bit your lip for a second, giving time for her lie to sink in before speaking again. “I meant do you want me to stay all day?”

Rey looks over at you again, her head moving fast. Her big, doe eyes are looking at you like you’ve said the kindest thing in the world, trying to detect if you mean it. You do. 

“Yeah,” she says, hoarse but with smile. She nods her head vigorously, strands of hair bouncing up and down. “Yeah.”

You stayed with her for the next hour or so, standing out against the setting sun and the distant view of fern green trees. Rey payed attention to every one of your polite words, each one an offering. She offered what she could back as she weaved and fumbled. 

You got to see her hands in action, and you were surprised you hadn’t appreciated them before. To be fair, this interaction was probably the closest you’d been to her. But Rey’s fingers were slim and strong and nimble, and they twisted wires like braids. The metal panels of the ship seemed to bend to her will. You knew she was worth all the time you’d spent observing her beauty. 

“Do you think any of this will actually mean anything?” you asked at the end of the day. The sky had turned purple and orange by now, with the sun disappearing beyond the horizon. Most of the soldiers and pilots and workers outside had turned in for the night, and Rey’s palms had begun pink and rough from the work. 

You lean your head back against the ship, which is a little uncomfortable, but fatigue has somewhat dulled your senses by now. Your locks matted in the back as it pressed against the metal. You had a knot tying itself up in your lower back, while Rey had one forming in her upper. “What do you mean?” she questioned, shutting a panel for the time being. 

“Just... the Rebellion,” you admitted. Your eyes flitted around. Rey could see the reflection of the rising moon in your pupils, even from the side. “The Resistance. What if it doesn’t actually do anything.”

Rey admired your profile, appreciating the look of your skin. She could see the exact shape of your jaw, the chapped nature of your lips and the length of your lashes. Sweat had begun to form against your skin from the humidity of the system, but it didn’t look stinky or unwelcome. 

She doesn’t know much about you still, but she likes your presence now. Against the noise of the galaxy, your conversation is quiet and soft, and not nearly as abrasive and demanding as others around her. Rey closes her lips. Her eyes soften more and more, melting into the soothing aura of your presence. 

“It’ll mean something,” she says, nodding her head like a promise. 

You turn your head to look at Rey, meeting her hazel eyes. “Yeah,” you say in turn. “It’ll mean something.” Though you’re not talking about the Resistance now. 

You’re talking about Rey, who you’ve found incredibly beautiful since the moment you saw her. Strong and fierce, she had a fire that reminded you of all the things in life you loved. And maybe one day, you could tell her that. But for the moment, all you can do is exchange a genuine smile with her, the light of everything else in the world fading away until her and the Millennium Falcon are the only things that remain. 

“Would you ever want to...”

You turn back to Rey as you walk, watching her wipe her hands across her pants like its a smock. Dirt and oil smears across them, but you know she doesn’t mind. The girl has already had enough experiences to become accustomed to a little dirt. 

“Yeah?” you ask, the moon rising higher into the lavender canvas above. 

Rey feels nervous, and she’s inwardly cursing at herself for not being able to stop her voice from slipping out. “If you’d ever like to fly the Falcon with me,” she explains. “I just mean...”

You look down, then back up between the girl and the large, infamous ship. “Thank you, Rey.” 

You’d agree the next day, on the condition that it meant something. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

I don’t like the sequels very much, but somebody wanted Rey and I delivered. I like writing for girl characters, to be honest. A lot of the sequel characters are a bit difficult to do because I don’t think a lot of them have to much of like... personalities? But I tried to stay true to what I think Rey might say. I’d appreciate feedback if i was alright with her character though! it’s important that I keep them in character

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[noahnibs]

“I bet she’s bragging to all her friends, saying you’re so unique” (Candy)

     That assumption drew a laugh from Nibs and he shook his head, but agreed aloud, “I hope so. I’ve been bragging to all of mine about her, it would be great if she felt the same.” He felt so good about what he had going on with Cami—it was a dream that she seemingly liked him as much as he liked her. He just hoped he would never wake up.

[globgor-of-mewnie]

Since When Has Our Relationship Ever Been Easy?

At last. After three and a half years, it’s time to crack my knuckles and write fanfiction again. I’m honestly very shocked by the lack of fanfiction revolving around Eclipsa’s family. Globgor doesn’t even have a character filter on fanfiction.net! Like, WHAT?!

Very well. Then I shall take matters into my hands.

I’ll warn you now, this story isn’t going to be very plot-heavy. Oh, there’s an overall plot, but it’s more about living out the daily lives of Globgor and Eclipsa up until the point of their imprisonment. I’m going to use all the tiny glimpses of info given to us about their past and do what I can to create an accurate timeline for them. Each chapter will be divided based on their current ages. If I get a new filler idea for some point in their lives, I’ll create bonus chapters to add on. Okay, I think I covered everything, so read on and enjoy!

Oh, and in case anyone is wondering, this story will be canon for my muse Globgor, as I’m writing what I honestly believed plausible for his character!

Prologue CH1

Prologue

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away lived a beautiful princess. She was young, only seven, but very intelligent for her age. She was the kind of girl who always asked ‘why’ and would gladly face any danger just to feed her curiosity. She was a bit selfish, but not in a mean way. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about other people. She just found her own feelings to be important too and often felt like she was the only one who thought so too. It wasn’t fair that she was always so lonely and bored staying in the Butterfly Castle all day! Why did everyone have to fight all the time? It would be much more fun if everyone just played together instead. This princess’ name was Eclipsa.

Now, far away from Butterfly Castle lived a young monster, only eight. He was a boy of no origin. That is, no one knew where he came from Not even him. He just showed up one day, a hungry toddler digging in the trash. When it became apparent that the monster child was a Size-Shifter, a rare and deadly breed of monster, the locals took turns taking care of the child. Eventually the boy performed odd jobs in order to earn himself some food and a place to sleep. Times were rough for monsters. No one was too young to offer a helping hand. Not that this bothered him. He liked making himself useful. This monster child’s name was Globgor.

Eclipsa and Globgor. Two children who came from races that despised each other. Although they currently didn’t know each other, the day would come when they would fall madly in love with each other. They’d give up everything to be with one another and become the most infamous villains in all of Mewni. Their actions would cause them to be loathed and feared for many centuries to come.

This is their story, and it’s time to tell it.

~~~

“Yo, this brochure is the bomb!”

“There’s only one act though…”

“Yeah, but it’s only the best act of the kingdom!”

“Yeah, show some respect, man! Oh wait, ssh! Here we go!”

The boy quieted down as their leader stepped out from behind the makeshift curtains that had been put on display for them. It was their homeboy, Prince Jushtin. He carried his usual air of confidence as he held a microphone up to his mouth.

“Yo, yo, how ya’ll doing tonight? You doing good?”

“Yeah!”

“You bet!”

“Eh, could’ve used some snacks….”

The other Boy-Prince Cru looked at old man Whizzbag with disdain. Pea-Pea had to nudge him in order to help him get realize how stupid and thoughtless he was being. The man was hip, but he was always spouting utter nonsense.

Jushtin didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he did a little turn and gestured with grandeur towards the curtains. “Yeah, yeah, I thought so! So allow me to be the one to introduce you to the one, the only, the princess Eclipsa!”

The Cru burst into applause as a small child with curly head of dark green hair stepped out onto the makeshift stage. She giggled as she showed off the large hat, long boa, and sequins blouse and skirt. She walked just like her uncle instructed her, holding her arms out so she didn’t trip.

“Eclipsa is wearing a fabulous outfit put together by her favorite uncle!” Jushtin walked alongside his niece as he continued his narration. “Now, this isn’t a look that can work with just any young lady! No, for most it would be trying too hard. However, due to the princess’ pale skin and uniquely colored hair, the extravagance helps bring out her facial features, most notably those precious spades on her cheeks!”

“Ooooooooh!” The cru leaned forward, watching  in awe of the seven-year-old’s modeling skills.

Jushtin snapped his fingers and waved his hips side to side. “That’s right, Clippy! Strut your stuff! Bring your style to life! Unce, unce, unce, unce!”

“You’re so beautiful, princess!” Sazmo sounded breathless as he held out a hand to the little model. When she gave him a high-five, he grabbed he fell back and let his bros catch him. “She touched me! I got the angel’s touch! I’m never washing this hand again!”

Eclipsa continued to giggle and blush at all the attention she was getting. She was about to turn around to get dressed in her next outfit when she looked down and noticed something was amiss. “Oh no! Uncle Jushtin! I got it wrong! My shirt is on backwards!”

Jushtin took a quick glance at her before smirking at his friends. “You heard the little lady, boys! Backwards shirts are the new in! Follow the lead if you want to stay up with the times!”

Eclipsa watched in amazement before bursting into a fit of laughter as all the boys proceeded to turn their shirts backwards.

The group went silent as the doors to the castle suddenly burst open. In walked several members of the Mewman army being lead by an irate Solaria. A growl could be heard before she even had a chance to throw down her helmet. She swore and shook her head, even as several members of the castle staff appeared before her.

“Mommy’s home!” Eclipsa quickly ran in the direction of her mother, followed closely by her uncle.

“Your majesty, did you manage to disband the monster soldiers from our outpost?” someone pleaded while trying to stay out of the queen’s way.

“Of course we did! But at what cost? We lost too many of our men!” Solaria ran a hand over her face as she continued to move forward, seemingly unaware of the small girl running at her heels.

“Mommy! Mommy, Uncle Jushtin and I are having a fashion show! Come and see!”

“We need to be find a way to lower their numbers before they reach the battlefield!” Solaria reached for some documents passed on to her by one of the court members. She gave it a read over while she continued. “Where do these beasts keep coming from? I swear, they’re breeding just to spite us!”

Eclipsa wasn’t discouraged. “Mommy! Mommy, come see!”

“How do they keep finding our outposts? Is someone giving them intel? Oh wait, it’s those Avarians, isn’t it? They’ve been flying around and spying on us! I knew we should have stationed the Ponyheads on air patrol! But no! They’re just too good for that!”

“Mommy, look at what I’m wearing! Come see! Come-“ Eclipsa stopped her insistent pleading once Jushtin placed a jeweled hand on her shoulder. He smiled at her in an apologetic way.

“Clippy, I think your mom is busy right now.” he whispered. He started to guide her back over to his Cru. “Let’s continue the show and maybe she can meet up with us later, m’kay?”

Eclipsa’s smiled faded. She looked at the floor dejectedly. She wouldn’t cry. She knew her mother had the most important job in all of Mewni, but she was getting busier every day. She never got to see her anymore. Of course she was grateful to have her Uncle Jushtin to play with, but she missed the days she had the majority of her mother’s time.

She wished the monsters would just leave them alone. They always kept her mom so busy. And so angry.

“Your majesty, should we call up a meeting with the High Commission so you can share what you saw?”

“I will in a couple of hours.” Solaria finally stopped her tirade in order to turn around and look at her retreating family with a smile. “In case you didn’t hear, I’ve received a personal invitation to a fashion show.”

Eclipsa instantly spun around with a happy gasp. She charged forward and leapt into her mother’s outstretched arms. The queen chuckled at her daughter’s delight before looking up at her brother.

“Why’s your shirt on backwards?”

Jushtin simply clicked his tongue and gave her a piteous look. “You haven’t heard that the backwards shirt is what’s in right now? You make me sad, little sister. You make me sad.”

~~~

Far from the Butterfly Castle stood a tavern filled with a variety of different monsters. Its popularity helped make it into a large, but still rather beat-up looking place. The latter was due to the fact that this is where monster army came to either boast of their victories or rage at their losses. Whatever the case was, the patrons always hung on their every word. Those who fought for monster kind were considered heroes, even if they didn’t always come home with good news.

Today had turned out to be one of those days.

“I swear, the next time I see that pompous queen, I’m going to scratch out those annoying cheek marks of hers!”

“Oh, then why didn’t you do that today, Rex?”

“What? Are you saying it was my fault?”

“You always do this! Everytime you come home empty, you brag about-“

“You act as if you did much better!”

“Guys, guys, we did manage to take out a lot of her soldiers-“

“Oh, putting a happy face on things? Yeah! Tell that to the families going to sleep hungry tonight!”

“Oh enough already!” an Slime Man soldier sighed while pouring himself a drink. He turned to the other residents with an apologetic smile. “I’m truly sorry to all of you. This whining isn’t what you want to hear. You all deserve to hear our words of grandeur and promise. Take hope. What I take from this battle is that we posed as a threat to the wicked queen. We struck fear into her heart! I can feel it!”

“Slime, stop talking. Please. They don’t want to be coddled. They want the facts!” A Frog Man grumbled. He looked down at his empty tankard and snarled. “Where the heck is the brat? OIE! GLOBGOR!!”

An eight-year-old boy with scraggly light pink hair and a green tunic jumped nearby. He had been so enraptured by the story of the soldiers that he had forgotten he was supposed to be working. He quickly grabbed the pitcher and refilled the Frog Man’s drink. “Sorry about that! Won’t happen again!”

“Hey, can we get some goat-pig over here? We’re starving!” a Septarian called.

Globgor took a pencil from behind his pointy ear and jotted down in a little notepad. “Of course! Right away!”

“And while you’re at it, my armor needs to be washed,” another monster said, tossing said object over to the boy.

“Yeah, mine too!”

“Same here!”

“Actually a wash sounds pretty great!”

Pretty soon, a pile of chest plates were poured on top of the young monster. Somehow a small hand managed to pop out of the top and give a thumbs-up. “I’m on it! I’ll get these right back to all of you!” his muffled voice called.

Globgor was met with a piteous chuckle as he finally managed to pull himself out of the heavy armor. He was met with the amused eyes of Gooblah, the only other Size-Shifter in Mewni. He was a much darker red than Globgor was, donned many battle scars, and had a long wisp of white hair as well as a beard. At the moment, he was sitting at a table, trying not to laugh at plight of his only brethren.

“Aw, what’s so funny?” Globgor didn’t enjoy being laughed at. It meant that the person doing it didn’t take him seriously. He attempted to save face by striding over to the bar to fetch his cleaning gear by keeping his nose up in the air.

“Those boys could use you as a personal hanky, and you would thank them for it,” old man Gooblah chuckled.

“And why shouldn’t I? They’re out there fighting for our lives against the evil Mewmans! The least I can do is offer my services to them when they get back!” Globgor kneeled down and began scrubbing the blood and grime off the armor.

“It’s admirable that you respect them, but that doesn’t mean they need to treat you so rudely.”

“They’re just blowing off steam. Plus they want to toughen me up! Everyone’s expecting me to join when I get older!”

“Right. Because we’re Size-Shifters. A rare and deadly breed of monsters.” A sullen look appeared on the monster’s face as he stared into his drink. He didn’t seem to hold the title with much pride.

Globgor looked at him. “I hear you used to say that with vigor. Why are you such a coward now?”

Gooblah smirked. “It’s cowardly to not want to fight anymore? To find it all pointless?”

“You’re letting everyone down. We were unstoppable when you were going around eating Mewmans. These men wouldn’t be disappointed right now if you would just kill the queen!”

“You weren’t even born yet, how would you know?” the older man sighed as he looked over at the young, loud soldiers. “I’m sorry I’m the only other Size-Shifter and yet such a disappointment. I know you want a big, scary monster to look up to. I just…..I had an epiphany, you know? This war, what we’re carrying on with….there’s no winning it. Not with how we’re doing it. We hit them, they hit back harder, and then we hit harder, and eventually we all just wind up setting ourselves on fire.”

Globgor finally stood up. “It won’t have to be that way once we dominate the Mewmans and make them our slaves!”

A frown appeared on the other’s face. “But now what would that make us? I thought we were fighting for fair treatment. That doesn’t sound very fair.”

“The Mewmans will never treat us fairly! It’s bad enough that you won’t fight, but now why are you taking their side?”

“I’m not. I just want there to be peace. I’ve seen too many of my friends die from everyone’s stubbornness and pride. There has to be another way. Somehow.” Gooblah turned back to his drink, seeming to prefer seeing his own reflection rather than the incredulous look on the younger boy’s face. “Anyhow…..have you found a bed for tonight?”

Globgor grumbled and looked away. “No. Today’s work was for food. You think if I harvest your crops tomorrow, you could let me sleep in your house tonight?”

Gooblah chuckled and gave a small smile. “Sounds like a deal.” He still didn’t look up from his drink.

Before Globgor could speak to him further, he got another call from the soldiers, one of them complaining that his chair was uneven. He gave his elder a grateful nod before heading off to tend to the needs of the customers.

Gooblah watched the boy, a somber look on his face. Globgor….he really was a good kid. But growing up alone in the middle of a war was filling his heart with anger and hatred. He didn’t want to bring peace to Mewni. He wanted to see Mewmans either die or serve monsters. If he was this ruthless as child, what would he become once he reached adulthood? Any semblance of love would be removed, leaving only a bloodthirsty tyrant. Stump help the Mewmans when the boy learned how to increase in size.

It didn’t look like things would be getting better in the future. And for that, his old heart truly went out to his fellow Size-Shifter. If times were different, maybe Globgor would’ve grown up to be a noble, valiant monster. But with the way things were now, he had no doubt though that the boy would grow up to become an unintentional villain.

[a-ackermann]

May I please have headcannons where if the reader was a gem (from SU) what would the court think of them?

WHOOPS SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS, but here you go!

You may come to find some parts are written like somethings a crackhead friend group would say in a group chat, but most of this is serious! (I’m just having a bit of fun, I promise any other requests, unless obviously satire ones, will be solely serious!)

Vlastomil:

-He would be shocked at first when he discovered your gemstone, probably freak out quite a lot bit, and start interrogating you. He’d ask how long you’ve been a gem (since birth you dense sun dried worm, damn), what your gemstone is, if you have any/how many abilities you’ve obtained because of your “species” (as he would refer to), etc.

-After a little bit of questioning and volunteer testing (just so he gets to study this side of you he’d only just discovered) of your abilities and what not, he would most likely brag to the courtiers about his incredible S/O! 

-”You all have NOTHING on my MC! They have a whole GEMSTONE wedged into their body that gives them special abilities! Talk about exquisite!” (Cue Lucio trying to shove a whole ruby up his ass so he can fucking fly away)

Volta:

-She would be a tad bit shocked at first, but this sweet girl would just smile and gush about how you manage to impress her every day without fail! She would out of curiosity ask a few questions, such as if you know any other gems or if you can make special foods. (If you play along and say yes, she will literally smooch the hell out of you ok)

-Like Vlastomil, she brags about you a whole bunch to the other Courtiers! She always brags about you, but now she’s REALLY proving to the court of your uniqueness and just how special you are to her.

-”My dearest MC is what they call a gem! Oh you all must see the things they can do! They’re absolutely stunning!”

Vulgora:

-They would FREAK the FUCK out, and probably think something is wrong with you n try to rip out your gem, screaming something along the lines of “LET ME SAVE YOU MY DEAREST MC!!!!”

-When you start yelling out that you’re perfectly fine and it’s just a part of you, they’re confused and think it’s mind controlling you, but after a fair amount of explanatory yelling to get them to back off they finally start understanding

-They’d be jealous on the down low but also wear their pride over you on their chest, bragging about you ALL the time.

-”I’ll bet you all WISH you could have someone as extravagant as MC!!!”

Valerius:

-Wine daddy would probably blink a few times in sheer disbelief, mumbling something along the lines of “I’ve had much too many glasses of wine tonight..” until he hears your reassurance that he isn’t drunk, and what he’s seeing is very much reality

-He’d have to pour himself another glass of wine to comprehend your explanation of being a gem and what comes with being one. He’d be intrigued but a bit concerned at the same time, worried that there might be hunters of sort after your kind. You’d reassure him that there are none, and he has nothing to worry about, which relaxes him greatly.

-He would keep on the down low of the news to anyone he knows, especially the courtiers. He didn’t want to deal with the questions and Quaestor Valdemar’s.. Interrogative behavior all revolving around extractions and surgeries.

-”Please, MC, refrain from letting the court know of this. I would hate for anyone to have their way with my beloved.” (Wine daddy can be sweet sometimes too! And by “have their way” he means something similar to Valdemar’s reactions; Vulgora getting angry and thinking you’re a threat of sort, Vlastomil wanting to do studies on you, etc.”

Valdemar:

-UhHhHh they would be almost too intrigued (you gotta be on their level of intrigue with death to be with them alright so bear with me on this one), asking for your consent to strap you down to a vivisection table and examine your gem.

-When you agree, you make them swear to no surprise incisions on you. 

-All they would do is feel around the gem, touch it a bit, ask you some questions, take notes, just a general study, because although they crave to cut you open and pry the gem out of you for “further studies” (Probably to finger the hole tbh), they still care for you and ensure to keep their word.

-With a wicked grin they’d tell you to keep this a secret for now because they “Don’t want the other courtiers getting any ideas”

-”I will be sure to keep this away from the other courtiers. I hope you understand that you should do so as well MC. For.. Obvious reasons.” (They aren’t being toxic they’re just being Valdemar)

[sleepyarthur]

Arthur and Mary-Beth is the OTP.

THIS WILL BE LONG. But if you’re willing to be convinced, then I invite you to read it. I also recommend watching the cutscenes and dialogue (look for them around youtube if you can) I refer here for more clarity if you’re feeling a bit confused on some parts because I can’t write well enough to save a life sometimes. :( So, first and foremost, we know Arthur’s very secretive. He’s this man who’s sensitive by nature but hides it through his gruff, masculine exterior in an attempt to still remain intimidating and superior to the other gang members, especially as Dutch’s right-hand man. There’s evidently only 3 or 4 potential people he folds to when it comes to his “romantic” side as these people put it, namely, Mary-Beth, Tilly, Hosea, and potentially Karen (although there isn’t much hint towards it). Hosea’s understandable as he loved him like a father. The girls, on the other hand, he treats as close friends, especially with the friendly banter they have from time to time. Lenny is also a possibility but he only opens up to him like twice, once when he’s drunk (”No one would have me”) and the other when Tilly and Hosea was around pushing him to answer about the way he wanted to be buried.  His interactions with Mary-Beth is a little different from the other girls. She’s the only one who he is fine with talking about his deeply personal journal, even though he just wanted to laugh with her about  his writing in particular. Also, isn’t it strange that Mary-Beth shared a mutual interest in the same hobby? Anyhow, whenever Mary-Beth asks, you bet Arthur delivers with hardly any hesitation. When Mary-Beth asks about Mary at the beginning of Tilly’s rescue mission, Arthur actively talks about very intricate details of his complicated relationship. First, how he’s been thinking how “it all ended”, mentioning the back and forth stubbornness between the two (”She didn’t love me enough, I guess, or I wouldn’t change”)  and how much he admits he’s a fool for her (”Well, she put a lot of good years in an outlaw”). Another point of his openness to share with Mary-Beth could be seen through a domino game with her. When she asks him about the flower on his tent,  he mentions his mother almost immediately. I was thinking that he would’ve probably said something along the lines of “Just a flower I picked up,” or the same line he says afterward that it’s a “good luck charm”. Instead, he begins with “Oh, it’s something my ma always liked.” Strangely, throughout the game, you almost never really see Arthur open up about his parents before except through this one small interaction between them and the very riveting conversation he has with Sister Calderon. And finally, Mary-Beth is one of the few who he opens up to about his sickness. Some members he tells of his sickness but does not reveal it’s something he could die from, aside from Charles. Most of the members just find it out on their own, judging from Arthur’s behavior and how sick he looked. Even for someone like Sadie, he doesn’t falter and admit it, and she finds out anyway through his implications when he asked her to help John’s family. Mary-Beth has a conversation in the Chapter 6 camp where he openly admits his situation, and only to Mary-Beth alone, not for the other girls like the other conversations. Afterward, he states something that even he wouldn’t even tell Sister Calderon, or Charles during their heartfelt conversation onward to Fort Wallace. He tells her that he “started to see things differently,” and that “the whole world seems different somehow.” It’s strange how such a simple conversation can reveal so many thoughts of Arthur outside of his journal, with none other than Mary-Beth. Next up, some more minor points but still support the theory nonetheless:  Another unique interaction he has compared to the other members of the camp is his constant asking of her if she’s okay with the decision of joining the gang. He always asks her if she was happy sticking with them “reprobates” or if she’s okay about joining "this band of maniacs”. For a man who loved his gang like a family, he’s constantly trying to steer her away from their outlaw life, asking her about it possibly hoping that one day she’ll say no and make a life for herself. It also shows his protective nature towards Mary-Beth. Remember Karen joining the bank robbery in Valentine? He didn’t seem to mind that Karen’s going to involve herself in a high stakes bank robbery planned by the clumsy Bill himself where all of them could get killed. Yet, when Sean, the other goof of the camp, readies a plan of his own to rob a stagecoach with Mary-Beth and Arthur finds out she’s joining, he‘s up in arms about it and forces Sean to invite him, and never really admits he’s worried. It’s also important to note that during Bill’s coach robbery, he doesn’t mind inviting Tilly over to join them when Bill said he needed one of the girls to come along with them, so his demeanor towards Mary-Beth’s safety is unique in itself compared to the other girls in camp Arthur also puts Mary-Beth in high regard, even though she only knows how to steal. He brags to Sean about how she had stolen more than the both of them combined, and how he thought she was just a poor innocent girl being chased by three men until he finds out she stole so much jewelry from them. You’ll also notice Arthur scolding Sean angrily whenever he asks something from her, like “she ain’t blind,” when Sean asks her if she sees the part of the road where she’ll be putting her act on, or when he tries to confirm if she knows what she’ll be doing,  A final important point, if you still aren’t convinced so far: We know that there are two times Arthur gets into these sessions where he’s thinking about the past with voices echoing in the background. It happens twice, one right after his tuberculosis diagnosis, and the second is when he’s on his last ride back to camp. In both iterations, the last voices and words he remembers are FROM Mary-Beth. Specifically, the last quote he hears after the diagnosis is “Well, she was a fool then, Arthur”. This does NOT make any sense at first, if you think about it, but context is important. Mary-Beth says this right after Arthur talks about the end of his relationship with Mary. As I mentioned previously, when Mary-Beth asked what happened with their break up, Arthur told her that he thinks that she didn’t love him enough, or that he wouldn’t change. Mary-Beth sides with him, which leads to her calling Mary a fool for not loving him enough. Arthur afterwards defends her, talking about how he’s the real fool. Perhaps, he thought he truly was, because now it was already too late for him to enjoy a life with Mary.

Meanwhile, the last quote he hears during his last ride back to camp was “Maybe it’s a sign, Arthur... try... try to do the good thing.” This dialogue comes from a conversation with Mary-Beth at camp, when he admits to her that he’s dying. Strangely, this conversation is easily missed, yet regardless if you get into the conversation or not, this will still appear. If I recall correctly, this conversation only pops up right after the TB diagnosis (which is why it’s easy to miss) and not anymore after, which implies that her words must have impacted him so much that he followed through with it for the rest of the chapter. Maybe Rockstar planned for this conversation between them to be a part of the mission somehow, but never got around to it, considering how important it was. It could allude to the idea that maybe she really is the love interest of Arthur that they scrapped before the game’s release, but that’s another theory for another time. Sure, maybe it’s just a coincidence, but there are so many other people he could remember quotes and heartfelt words from, like Sister Calderon and Hosea. Yet to have Mary-Beth’s words be the last things he thinks about in both of the times he was at his most vulnerable shows not only his value of her, but also the fact that he may have truly shaped his eventual deeds through her advice.  So that’s all for this long ass essay. Maybe I’ve convinced you, maybe not, but all in all I think their relationship is so uniquely presented that it should never be overlooked. I welcome any criticism, retorts or anything that could debunk it, and I’ll be ready to answer.  I think deep down they really loved each other, but neither could admit their feelings with one another. Also they’re both adults so don’t be so bothered with the age gap... I know I’m not, for Arthur I mean. :x Also, I totally don’t put myself in Mary-Beth’s shoes from time to time. *coughs* Oh no i have tb.