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These Boots Are Made For Walkin'- Cruella de Vil x Reader
Summary: You've had a tough childhood and even tougher adulthood, and now after being dropped by your punk band you meet an old friend who was an enemy of yours actually.
(This is a female x female reader. I know the movie isn't out yet, but I wrote from what I've seen in the trailers and how Estella must've been before becoming Cruella)
"Well here we are.""Well here we are."
I pouted as I looked at the giant building in front of me, many people going in and out of it. "I don't want to go." I turned back and held onto my mom's coat as I began to silently cry.
"Now now everything will be alright, think of it this way. You'll maybe make a friend today. I wish I could walk you in but I'll be late for work, I'll pick you up early okay?"
My mom wipes my tears and kissed my head. U slowly walked into the building and glanced back to see my mother had already left. I stared down at my feet as I walked down the hallway, so many kids my age have friends and always smile. I wish I could have a frien-
I hit against something..no someone! I looked up afraid and took a step back when I saw a girl with an odd hair color, half of it being white and the other black. She glared at me and clenched both her fists
"Hey! What where you're going, you don't want to fight me do you?" She taunted as she now gripped into the collar of my uniform and everyone stopped to see what they was happening.
"Estella!"
A teacher came and seperated us. "Class is starting, let's go." Was all the teacher said and I followed into class. I sat far back in my seat and frowned when I noticed this girl and I share the same class, meaning we'll be classmates for a long time.
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A couple of weeks went by and thing's were only getting worse, that girl had officially become my bully but I noticed whenever she was alone that kids would throw her things and call her names. I tried being friends with her but all she did was laugh and push me down to the ground and she left.
I was sitting inside a bathroom stall with my uniform all wet since the girl had thrown milk on my head and now I was soaking and shivering from the cold. I haven't told Mom on what has been happening, I don't want her to worry since she already has a lot in her hands.
She works all day without rest and I want to prove to her that I am fine and having food grades, that is true, I'm the best in class when it comes to participating and tests.
If only my father were here to see me. I rarely see him, last time I did was threw years ago, he works outside of the U.K so he's never really home. He sends money but mom needs someone else to talk to and have fun.
I sniffed and grabbed some more toilet paper and tried to dry the best I could, slowly I began to walk down the hallway until I saw her again. I glared at her hard but my hands became sweaty and I felt my throat getting tight.
I want to scream, say to her how I feel and how I've hated the way she treats me. "Came back f or more?" She smirked and crossed her arms.
"...I hate you." I muttered.
The girl uncrossed her arms and stared at me surprised, "What did you say?" She began to walk faster towards me until the principal showed up and look at us.
"Now's not the time. (Y/N), follow me." I saw my bully upset she couldn't do anything, so I followed the principal as quickly as I could into the office.
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"That was great! You guys rocked." I tiredly smiled and nodded my head at the fans compliment and heard everyone around me talk about the show and everything else unimportant.
It's been several years since I left school and joined a punk rock band. I am the lead guitarist to the band one of my friends created about two years ago, lucky for us we've made plenty of fans and we've been saving up the money to make an album.
I haven't really been the happiest since I was little, especially when I started school. My last day of school was when the principal came looking for me, and has told me my mother got into an accident and passed away. I was forced to leave school especially since I told the principal about the bullying, so I left and my mother's side of the family raised me.
"We've got something huge happenings lads!" Our vocalist Steve came running in and told us we were to play in a few days at a major event. Some high class people were looking for a punk band for some reason to play at an opening ceremony.
I was hesitant since Steve didn't exactly ask for much details on it. "That's gonna be wicked! (Y/N) you in?"
Anything for the money. "Sure." I responded.
The band began to discuss a couple of more things and planned on staying late at night to drink, I on the other hand wasn't planning on doing the same, so I said my goodbyes and started walking to my apartment.
The streets were dark and some areas surrounded my young people partying and drinking but someone caught my eye. I stopped in front of a window and saw a woman my age dressing up a mannequin.
She seems too focus on the mannequin that she didn't even notice me, or the current late hours of the night. Her red hair seemed messy and she would fix the glasses in her face, I tried taking a good look at her but it started to rain.
I quickly started to walk back to my place, I wonder what boss makes a single girl work in the middle of the night.
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"You guys are what?!" I angrily shouted at my band. It had been the next day when they called me, saying that they no longer needed me. "I've done so many favors! Who do you think got permission for us to play last night?!"
Steve looked back at the rest of his band and he tried his best to explain. "Yeah..thanks for that but we don't have the money to-"
"Cut the crap! I've put every pound into this band and this is how you treat me?" I was beyond upset and angry.
"Whatever. I'll have a much better job, one that pays double the price." I grabbed my guitar before they could take it from me and I headed out the doors.
They used me those pathetic idiots! Every time I would have money I'd put it so we could have better instruments. I ignored the weird looks I got as I continued to walk outside with an angry look on my face.
I sat down by the park and tried to relax a bit. I took out my notebooks and began to write a couple of things as I listened to my cassette player.
"Nice music." I glanced back and was surprised to see that red headed girl from late last night. "You have great tastes, I quite enjoy that sort of genre also. You play?"
She asked pointing at my guitar with a pencil she has in hand. "I do..you draw?" I ask instead and see her open notebook, the sketch of a woman with fancy clothes.
"Yes, I'm a fashion designer or I'm trying to be one." She chuckles to herself and fixes her glasses and looks at me. "I'm Estella."
"(Y/N)." I say since I'm not good at conversations. "Umm..that sketch of yours looks great."
"Oh, thanks! My boss however says differently, she's right though, I can do so much better but I haven't been inspired by anything."
I listen to her continue to talk and I keep staring at her, I feel nervous all of the sudden but in a good way, like my heart is pounding faster and my hands are sweaty.
This can't be happening again. I look away and begin to curse at myself for thinking this way. It's been no secret to my closest friends about my preference in relationships. I've had a boyfriend once but it didn't work out because I realized that I don't like guys...
This is the 70's things like that aren't acceptable. I have to put my feelings aside.
"I have to go." I quickly began to gather my things and hurriedly began to walk across the park.
"Hey wait!"
I ignored everything around me until I felt something wrap around my legs and I realized a dog had run after me and tangled it's leash onto me, and I'm gonna fall in the pond!
The water splashed and I had fallen in. I heard some people gasp and others laugh at my actions. "I am so sorry!" Estella said when she reached me and held onto the dog which I assume is hers.
"Can I treat you to something? Your guitar!" She gasped when she helped me out of the water and saw my now wet and useless guitar.
"I'll pay it! How much do you want?!" She began to freak out and took out her bag, I was ready to shout but I saw that she had no money in her bag and realized, she's in the same situation as I am.
I breathed in and out and was now calm. "There's no need to..but you can treat me for lunch." I suggest with a frown.
What am i even saying?!
"You sure? It's a date then..I-I mean it's not a date but getting to know each other, again I'm sorry for what my dog did." Her face was almost the same shade as her dyed hair.
A smile made it to my lips and I genuinely felt different, happy almost. "Apologies accepted, Estella."
The both of us began to walk to the nearest diner alongside her dog. I glanced at her every now and then and couldn't help but stare at her, she seems just a bit familiar. Maybe I'll get to know her better.
Hi Warren! Can I request number 69, space dog theft with either Shiro or Keith?
Yeppers! I hope you enjoy!———–
“We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”
Your grin was flipped into a frown, “B-but Keith! Come on! Think about all the comedic possibilities with it! W-we could…” You chuckled at the thought, “we could name it Sputnik! O-or Latke-”
“You mean Laika?”
“Yeah, that one,” you moved your body next to Keith, closing the gap that separated the two of you. You and Keith were on his lion, watching the sunset of a foreign planet and the city life below.
It would have been romantic, save for your obsession with the planet’s domesticated house pets.
But the more Keith had thought about it, the more he had continued to fall in love with it…with you.
“Come on, ever wanted to see an alien dog? What if they have three eyes, or four! And we could take it for moonwalks-”
He did, however, feel like it was his slight duty to keep your spunky spirit in check,
“Y/n, please,” Keith had leveled, attempting to hide the grin that had plagued his cheeks, “I don’t want to steal a dog-”
He placed a small peck of a kiss on your lips, “It’s kind of…illegal and immoral. Don’t do that.”
Your cheeks fall to a smirk, “Tying to deter me with your charms? Ha! Not likely! It would have to take more than just a quick kiss to get this suave, amazing bandit-” You swish your hair, “-to change their mind!”
Keith thought for a moment, “More?”
“Yes! W-wait, wha-mph!”
Keith’s warm, careful arms wrapped themselves around your body; his soft, plump lips had been placed onto yours.
You melted into his arms, cheeks kissed with cherry red, you fought back the shock of his subtle, sweet gesture, and returned the favor.
Personalities had no clashes- this was harmony. Pure, unadulterated love bloomed when your bodies touched.
It held no sexual tension, nor any desire, but it was…complete, with how it felt.
How desperate the both of you were for each other, like in the very next moment, you would disappear.
He kissed you like he would lose you, and in return, you kissed him like you would.
-
You pulled away for air, slightly gasping
Keith held a smirk and a devious look in his eyes,
“Was that enough?”
“…”
“…”
“I still wanna steal a dog.”
-
Shiro was pretty sure he heard the most exasperated groan in his entire life.
Only, he heard no clue as to where or who it was from.
“Huh?” he said aloud, only to think about it for a moment more, and but no less.
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