#when for awhile after starting this job I felt like I could not physically or mentally bring myself to apply for anything for a bit

[millersfinest]

untethered | e.w

00s!ellie williams & 00s!miller!reader

wc: 7.4k

series: chapter one (you’re here!)

blurb: it’s been awhile since you’ve been back home; in upstate new york where you’ve spent most of your life waking up early and tending to the animals that moo’d and meh’d. after graduation high school, and then college, the city life has stolen most of your attention. enabling you to visit only a handful of times through the years. when your lovely adoptive parents (tommy and maria miller) invite you back for a thanksgiving dinner—a troubled old flame from your childhood manages to get your attention, despite its explosive ending.

cw: lmao flip phones, some vulgar language, ellie cheating on her gf (kind of), the millers, r is a writer, elements of longing, ellie is #1 lesbian yearner in the world, some early 2000s references, thanksgiving, some physical violence, adopted kid trauma (shoutout to all the adopted kids!!), hella angst, repressed emotions, a little bit of mature content, eventual smut.

note: i have too much confidence writing for ellie. but here’s another series im starting because i realized the plot is too much for a single work on here, hence the 7 thousand words ijbol. hope you guys enjoyyy.

It was quieter upstate. Breathable and airy—you missed it more than anything. As much as you loved living in Manhattan, there was nothing like the countryside. Waking up to the sound of birds chirping and roosters crowing. Hearing the excited neighing from the horses you birthed and took care of. It was refreshing to be home again.

And, of course, you missed your parents.

They adopted you as a troubled child, and you’ve considered yourself lucky ever since. Babies and younger children were often the ones to be pulled from inconsistent foster homes, but they chose you. A pierced, attitude-ridden, thirteen-year-old who liked smoking cigarettes because they made you look cooler than you felt. And it helped you cope with the lasting effects of neglectful parents.

That trauma didn’t just disappear once Tommy and Maria entered your life. It was something that grew from nothing, and they were adamant in making your transition as comfortable as possible. You never experienced anything like it before them. Their strictness and structure did the opposite of what most would think. You went from sneaking out and smoking cigarettes to staying up late studying and finishing your favorite novels—still smoking cigarettes, though, but out your window. It was hard habit to break.

Once you realized that they could be trusted and had your best interest at heart, you gave them the right to parent you. Sure, it wasn’t easy. The three of you argued many, many times—but you respected them more than you have anyone else. Really, just for tolerating you.

The Miller’s were always very family oriented and social. Sunday nights always managed to be a grand event—Tommy grilling in the acred backyard, Maria handling the food items that could be cooked inside, and you diligently decorating and setting the table. Football Sundays were always the worst, but they were great memories to think about. That was the first time you met, basically, the love of your life at the time. Ellie Williams.

It was 1995 when you had completely fallen in love with her—only knowing her for around three years. Joel Miller wasn’t really her father, or adoptive father, he was just somebody who took care of her. He owned a guitar shop that sold, obviously, guitars and other instruments alike; as well as holding lessons for those wanted to learn how to play.

The story goes: Joel was working the register on a very slow day when Ellie showed up. There was a shiner on her eye, but she insisted that she was fine—asking for lessons with crumbled cash and dirty coins. She couldn’t afford the lessons on her own, so he gave her a job and proceeded with teaching her how to play.

She grew up similar to you; hidden under the confines of foster care. The only difference was, she was never adopted. At least not until the age of seventeen, when she’d spent so much time with Joel that she had a decorated bedroom in his house. They both had commitment issues, but after Tommy convinced him to do the paperwork… He did. Surprising her on her seventeenth birthday. However, the outcome didn’t really go to plan. Not how anyone would have expected it.

It was 1997 when she completely broke your heart… Not to be cheesy or anything.

Her seventeenth birthday was hosted at your house, on the farm. You knew her the most out of everyone, so you made it your mission to make this the best birthday ever. Decorating had become a hobby of yours after so many Sunday dinners—you spent all day stringing up lights and colorful streamers. Maria helping you out with a homemade cake that said: Happy Birthday Els! You were too anxious to write the words yourself, so you let her do it instead. You were even sure to invite the friends you shared; demanding they each brought presents to show how much they cared about her.

Joel had showed up before she did; just in time so they could all hide and jump out with big smiles on your faces when Ellie arrived. You would always remember the feeling of hearing the rumbling of her truck coming to a stop. And the shy smile on her face when everyone jumped out from behind furniture—blowing birthday kazoo’s. It was picturesque!

Dina had trotted over to her, snapping a blue paper cone birthday hat over her head. While you walked over with her birthday cake in your hands, brightened with seventeen candles. “Happy seventeenth, Ellie.” You had spoken, warmly. A bashful grin spreading onto your lips. She looked at you with such awe in that moment. Blowing out her candles and kissing your cheek, muttering a blushing ‘I fuckin’ love you’.

You knew about her surprise adoption papers before the party had started, excitement running through your veins when Joel meandered toward her—handing her an envelope of hope. Ellie took it, eyeing him, skeptically. “Open it!” You urged—that was your mistake.

Chortling, she broke open the envelope, not caring if it tore. When she pulled out the certificate, reading the words on the page, her entire face dropped. “Adoption papers?” Her eyes squinted in disgust, glaring at Joel. The smile fell from your face, lips parting in slight shock. Her olive eyes glanced around the room, seeing the fallen expressions clouding everyone’s features. Landing on your fallen face, briefly—a look exclaiming, ‘how could you’. Freckled cheeks heating up in embarrassment and… Anger. “Joel, what the fuck?” She blinked at him, shoving the papers into his chest, then storming out of the house. Hands ripping the hat from the top of head, throwing it to the ground. The screen door creaking obnoxiously as she exited. It all happened so fast.

He quickly followed her out, calling for her, desperately.

Awkwardly, you turned to the frozen people around you. “Anybody want cake? It’s german c— chocolate.” You stammered, trying to keep your composure. Looking to Maria and Tommy for some sort of consolation, you frowned, placing the cake on the counter before fleeing to the bathroom.

You clenched at the roots of your hair, pacing around the bathroom. You could hear remnants of a solo screaming match from outside the bathroom window, causing you to grit your teeth. The papers were supposed to be a good thing! Ellie had always been a hothead—easily agitated like a stray kitten is distress. There were even moments where the two of you went at it. Until one of you caved, begging for affection as an apology. Your nerves burned at the idea of her not liking the surprise—was that selfish?

Instead of remaining in the bathroom, you swung open the door with your eyes fixed on the front door. Hands clenched at your sides, you walked through the kitchen, where Tommy tried to liven up the mood by handing out pieces of cake.

He tried calling your name, but you brushed him off, pushing open the screen door with an attitude that could be felt with every step you took. The brisk autumn air hit your exposed skin, the long-sleeve striped shirt not doing much to keep you warm.

Striding around the side of the house, you seen Joel and Ellie having a stern conversation. But by the time your eyes landed on them, they were in a beat of silence. Joel shaking his head with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Ellie had her arms stubbornly crossed, frowning. When her eyes found yours, he turned around to leave. “She’s all yours…” He solemnly sighed, walking back into the house. The adoption papers crumbled up in his hands.

Biting your bottom lip, you approached her with your arms crossed for warmth. “What happened, Ellie?” Your voice dragged, tiredly. There was something always wrong with her. “We just wanted to do something nice for you… Why’d you have to go and ruin it—?”

“Oh, I’m the one who ruined it?” She scoffed, a sneer resting on her lips. “I’m not the one who brought the fucking adoption papers!” Ellie exclaimed, gesturing broadly with her hands. When she was up in arms, she always gesticulated more. “Did you have anything to do with this? Because if you did—“

You interrupted her with scrutinizing glare. “So, what if I did? I thought this would make you happy, Ellie… Don’t you understand?”

“You had me open that in front of everyone knowing what was inside— and you thought that’d make me happy?” Her lips arched in disgust. “Clearly, you don’t know me at all.” Her words were venomous, lips twitching in anger.

There was nobody who understood you more than Ellie, and vice versa. You just got each other because you came from similar backgrounds—that was your glue. You don’t know me at all. That was new.

With your eyes growing warm with tears, your tongue rolled in your mouth. “I spent all day setting this up… For you. Because I love you, Ellie. I don’t know you— that’s bullshit if I ever heard it.” Your voice cracked, but you refused to let a tear run down your cheek. This was no time for tears—if she could get angry, so could you.

“I’ve known you long enough to have some semblance of understanding on why you’re upset, right now— that’s for damn sure.” You paused, averting your eyes to concentrate on keeping your rising emotions at bay. She watched you, cheeks still red with anger. “I’m gonna give you ten minutes— ten, Ellie! If you don’t get your ass back in there in next ten fucking minutes…” You lick your lips, shaking your head. “We’re over. Done!”

Giving a final glare, you turned to head back inside. “I can’t keep dealing with this shit.” You mutter, under your breath.

“So that’s what it is… Dealing with me?” Ellie voiced, a sliver of disappointment slipping in her moment of anger.

Wiping your cheeks, you peered over your shoulder. “What?”

“You got this perfect little life… Huh?” She began, approaching you intimidatingly. “The loving parents, the farmhouse— you became the perfect daughter for them… Gets the grades, does everything she can to appease them. This fuckin’ fantasy world that you chose to live in all because you wanted someone to love you… Fuckin’ pathetic.”

“Ellie…” You warned.

“Well, newsflash, little-miss-perfect— not everybody wants that! Not everybody wants to play pretend for the rest of their fucking life just to be—“

It happened before you could stop it, fists clenching at your sides as she bad mouthed you till oblivion. Your soft spot—and she knew all about that. Both of you grew up as kids who got into fights and disputes more times than anyone could count; you just decided to clean up your act. However, that troubled twelve to thirteen-year-old still resided inside of you. And, in that moment, she wasn’t your doting girlfriend—she was someone punching down on you.

Your knuckles collided with the side of her face, knocking into her cheek bone. Features scowling as if she were a stranger. Ellie stumbled, holding onto her face with surprised eyes. For a second the version of her you loved came through, but she quickly recovered. Her lips curling at the ends, taunting you. “I knew you still had it in you… You’re no better than me.”

There it was.

Not only was it the straw that broke the camels back—it was the truth. The ultimate truth. Behind all of your petty little arguments. Behind all her wild bursts of anger. She was jealous of you. Grunting behind your teeth, you charged at her. Taking the collar of her jacket as her back hit the gravelly ground. Straddling her, you didn’t hear the rushing feet hitting the porch. You could feel her hands settling loosely on your calves, only angering you more. “I did the fucking work— nobody else but me!” Tears poured down your cheeks. “I am better than you. Because I fucking try—“

Arms pulled you off her body, wrapping around your abdomen. It was Tommy, questioning you in your ear, but you weren’t listening. “Everything went to shit because of you! Remember that!” Dina and Jesse rushed to her side, but she only sat up watching you get pulled back inside. They glared at your forced retreat—they were always more friends with her than they were with you.

Tommy released you, with a disappointed sigh. Maria walking inside, shutting the door behind her, frowning. You heaved, looking at all the decorations that mocked you. Sparkling and shining against the dim lights in the room. The barely eaten cake sat on the counter in the kitchen making fun of you—it was all too much.

“What the hell has gotten into you, y/n?!” Maria pointedly, asked. Not really wanting a response.

“What’s gotten into me?! What’s gotten into her—!” You pointed to the door as if she replaced it.

The blond man leaned his elbows on the kitchen counter, bending at his hips. “Well, I don’t think it matters what’s gotten into her if you put your hands on her, Bug.” Tommy spoke, evenly. He was always the calmer of the two. “Did you… Did you put your hands on her?”

Maria stood with her hands on her hips. “What did we say about fighting—? And you don’t hit your girlfriend— you don’t hit the people that you care about!” She scolded, pointing her finger. “We raised you better than that…”

Your lips quivered, guilt setting in. “I didn’t mean to hit her! She wanted— she wanted me to… I swear!”

He glanced at his wife. “She wanted you to hit her?” Tommy deadpanned, pressing his lips into a line.

They both looked at you with separate expressions. Maria clearly overwhelmed with disappointment and utter disbelief. The same look she gave you when she caught you smoking cigarettes at the barn when you were fourteen—when you told her you quit. Tommy had an expression of pity, like he often did. That same look he gave when you had a meltdown at school when you first moved in with them.

More tears began to roll down your cheeks. “Maria… Tommy… She pushed me. Why would she do that? Why would she—“ You began to ramble, knees growing weak. Your strict mother-figure rushed to your side, catching you before you fell. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want to— she was just being so mean.”

Sinking to the floor with you, her hands caressed your hair. Maria looked to Tommy, mouthing for him to go check on Ellie.

Outside, Ellie was dismissing the weary questions from her friends. She’d never seen you act in such an unruly way. Every time she came over, there wasn’t a hair that was out of place on your head. She was always the one acting out, swearing like a sailor. Sure, she knew about your smoking habit, but that was nothing.

Your girlfriend was envious of how everything was panning out for you—college was around the corner. You had an acceptance letter from your dream school, and without a doubt, you were leaving for the city. Leaving her behind to rot in the country. It wasn’t fair!

That adoption letter felt like pity. She wasn’t a fan of that feeling either.

As a bruise formed on her cheek, guilt settled into the pit of her stomach. Ellie had every intention on seeing the side of you that everyone talked about with a past tense that indicated warning. She needed to prove to herself that you weren’t the perfect person she saw you to be—but all that was left behind was remorse and a sore cheek.

She watched as Joel and Tommy stepped aside to talk. Their eyes glancing back and forth between the door and Ellie, as she leaned against her rusted red truck.

“I can’t believe she would do something like that… On your birthday?” Dina shook her head, with her arms crossed.

“It’s not like her…” Jesse narrowed his eyes at the auburn-haired girl. “What’d you do?”

Dina smacked his chest. “Jessie! She’s literally the victim here— domestic abuse!”

He sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes. “I’m not saying what she did was right.” Jessie began. “I’m saying that I know Ellie Williams, and I know how she is— she’s a pusher.”

The bruised seventeen-year-old scoffed.

“Yeah, I said it.” He stood tall, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You’re a pusher. Hell, you’re a professional pusher— you push people for a fucking living.” Dina glared at him, threatening to hit him again. “I mean, there was that one time… When we went into the city for that comic convention, and you completely obliterated Joel for worrying about you—“

The dark-haired, freckled teenager pushed her boyfriend out of the way taking his place. “We don’t have to relive that…”

Ellie rolled her tongue in her mouth. “Look, I know this is my fault…”

“Ellie… You’re the one with the bruise forming on your face.” She reached up, rubbing her cheek. Her wincing under her touch.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, squeezing her red eyes. “Yeah, and if it weren’t for me— for what I said… I wouldn’t have this fuckin’ bruise.” Ellie peered at where Joel and Tommy were speaking. They were wrapping up, giving brotherly hugs. “I am a pusher… And now my girlfriend hates me.” She pouted, tears welling up in her eyes. The blond Miller waved a hand at her, giving a tight-lipped smile that screamed I’m sorry. “I gotta go…” She pulled her keys from her pocket, getting into her truck.

That was the last full conversation the two of you had. Horrible, but the last. Everything in between then and the present was short and empty. Light conversations that only strangers and acquaintances shared. Letters here and there. It was a dispute that was so nuanced, for the first year after that, Joel barely said a word to you. Which bled into his relationship with Tommy. Maria tried to play middleman, but it didn’t work.

Perhaps, that was the reason you kept your distance. You didn’t want to continue to be the wedge that formed between two brothers. While you loved your parents, they were only a phone-call away. And, in the meantime, you could focus on growing in your career. Focusing on your book writing, instead.

You just wanted to forget about what happened when you were an emotionally undeveloped seventeen-year-old, but every time you seen her face—you remembered. So, avoiding Ellie Williams was a mission within itself.

A mission you were hoping you weren’t going to have to endure this year.

“You know,” Tommy began, sipping his fresh coffee. “Joel’s coming down from Jersey for the week.”

As you looked through the fridge, you snapped your head in his direction. “Is he now…?” You slowly question. Letting the fridge door shut on its own. The blonde woman to his right, sitting at the island counter, chuckled. Flipping through the interior design magazine you brought for her.

“And he’s picking up Ellie from the city.”

“What!” You exclaim, rushing to the opposite side of the counter. Pulling the mug from his lips, a surprised squeak left your throat. “Uh, dad… You forgot to mention on the several phone calls that we had in that last month that Ellie moved to the city.”

Maria perked up, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, she’s been there for about a year now… Brooklyn, is it?” She looked to her husband for clarification. He nodded, peering up at you with a plain expression.

“A year?! And none of you told me?”

“Bug, you did say that you didn’t want us to bring her up anymore unless you asked.” Maria stood to her feet, meandering to the stove and oven. “But that does remind me… They should be here in a few hours. Wanna help with the brownies?” She preheated the oven, walking around you casually.

Your mouth fell open, glancing between the two of them. “Okay, so they get brownies, and I get the worst news of my life…” An apron with your nickname embroidered on the front, Bug, hung in your mother's hand as an offering. “Yes, I’ll help with the brownies— this is very cruel to your very successful daughter.”

Tommy waved his hand, dismissively. “C’mon, that incident happened years ago now. You’re twenty-five, I’m sure she’s gotten over it.”

Tying the string around your neck and back, you pressed your lips into a line. It wasn’t really about her—you weren’t over it. You still harbored the same guilt you felt when you settled in your room that night. A crazy mixture of resentment and remorse all rolled up into one feeling; as you settled in your reading nook, with your hand out the window holding a burning cigarette with your index and middle finger. “I’m sure she has…”

Eventually, you switched the conversation around while baking. Falling into fits of laughter from mentioning past stories of your teenagehood. Teaming up with Maria to make fun of Tommy and his aging—all of a sudden, he was beginning to have a knack for playing a checkers. Only old people enjoyed playing checkers. Then, the waiting began.

To busy yourself, you pulled out your computer and brought it to the porch. Even though, you were taking some time off at your publishing job; when it came to your book writing, you had an agent to keep flooding your inbox with emails. Telling you to do this and do that—it was obnoxious. But you did as she asked anyway.

Typing away, a puff of nicotine fled from your lips. Murmuring under your breath, the words that were populating on the screen. On your hip, your phone rang, causing you to throw your head back in slight agony. Something always interrupted you when you were flowing. Flipping open your phone, the decorative chain swinging around as you placed it against your ear. “Hello,” You spoke, stubbing out your cigarette.

It was your roommate and closest friend, Sierra, complaining about the neighbors. Her strong long island accent echoing through the phone. “Oh, my God— they’re so loud! You’d think gettin’ an apartment in a nicer building would thicken the walls.” She groaned on the other end. “Please, come back. At least to tell them to shut up, and then you could go back upstate.”

“Why don’t you… I don’t know…” You shut your laptop, replacing your butt with the boxy electronic. Strolling to the far end of the porch, leaning your arms against the bannister. “Tell them yourself?” An amused smile spread on your lips.

Sierra paused. “Because that’s your job. I’m the nice one, remember?”

“Okay, well I can’t leave. I just got here, and I’m not spending another grand on taxi fare.”

“I’ll spot you.” You could hear her smile on the end.

“Sierra, I’m not coming back until Saturday. So, your only options are to either bang on their door— telling them to shut the hell up— or you suffer listening to their relentless daytime sex.” As you spoke, a truck began rolling up the driveway. Identities unclear due to the intense window tint, but you knew exactly who it was. However, there were three heads in that truck.

She groaned on the other end of the line. “Ugh! I hate you—“

“You love me!” You grinned, but it dropped right off your face when the people exited the vehicle. From the driver's seat, it was Ellie; then, it was Joel who exited, seemingly in conversation. And, finally, a girl stepped out of the vehicle. Joel noticed you leaning against the bannister on the porch, waving his hand with a smile.

Your muscles reacted, waving a fleeting hand. “Maria, Tommy! They’re here!” You yell loud enough to be heard through the screen door. You were always insecure about calling them by their parental titles in front of people—let alone new people.

“You’re yelling in my ear, hon. If you gotta go just tell me.” Sierra complained.

“I gotta go.”

Before she could say her goodbyes, you shut your phone, sliding it into your back pocket. Your parents came out of the house in high spirits; Maria clapping her hands, excitedly, embracing Ellie. Tommy giving a firm bear hug to Joel, laughing heartily—at what? You were unsure.

Awkwardly, you stood there. Smiling with your hands held in front of your body as if you were presenting a project.

Joel looked to you, approaching you with open arms. “Look at you,” He began, wrapping his arms around you, warmly. “All grown up.” He pulled back to get a better look at you, nodding proudly.

“Yeah…” You tapped his shoulder. “You, too.” A chuckle fell from your lips.

Then, you looked to your right at the freckled girl with her arm around a feminine stranger. However, you couldn’t indentify her before you did Ellie. Her auburn hair was pulled into a low bun, with pieces framing her gentle features. Her round evergreen, tinted with slivers of brown, eyes. Freckles decorating her cheeks, bridge of her nose; the beauty mark under left eye—

“Hey,” Ellie drawled out the greeting, awkwardly. Leaning in for a hug that teetered back and forth until you reciprocated.

You kept that same plastered smile on your lips, wrapping your arm under hers. “Hey, Ellie.” Pulling back, you finally looked at the girl beside her. She had tattoos and piercings and looked so much cooler than you. “Who’s this?”

Her earthy eyes widened. “Oh, this is, uhm, my girlfriend, Cat.”

The only response you could give was a nod and a half-hearted wave. It was like a dramatic record scratch in your head. But your parents took over with the rest. Guiding everyone inside to the warmth. Tommy remained outside, giving you skeptical eyes. “Help me with the bags…”

“Honey, don’t be weird about this.” He spoke, as you followed him to the truck.

“I’m not being weird.” You whined, gravel crunching under your feet. “Seriously, what’s to be weird about?” Reaching into the open trunk, you pulled out luggage’s and duffle bags. This was a lot of stuff for a week stay—they brought more than you did.

He gruffly breathed, pulling up the handle of one of the suitcases. “You’re my daughter, I know you— just sayin’…”

“Oh, my God— please!” You complained, hooking the duffle over your shoulder, pulling one of the luggage’s. Leaving him to follow you toward the porch.

Dinner had come quicker than you had hoped. If anything, if you could magically skip over the thing, and still eat, that would’ve been perfect.

All six of you sat at the dining table, forks and knives scratching at ceramic plates. Tommy and Joel had gathered in the back, last minute to cook up some steaks. And, to busy yourself, you helped Maria with the sides while Ellie and Cat got situated in the guest house.

“So, y/n, how’s the book comin’ along?” Joel wondered, putting a cut piece of steak into his mouth.

You made a surprised sound as you chewed your food, rushing to swallow. “Shit, you’re writing a book?” Ellie questioned, leaning her elbows on the table.

Taking a sip of water, you decided to respond. “Yeah, I’ve been working on it for a while.” Your eyes glanced at her, then moved on, quickly, to Joel’s. “It’s… Coming along.” A bashful laugh fell from your lips, as your hand reached for the glass of wine. It was barely touched, red hue swishing in the bulb of the glass as you took a sip. It’s fruity bitterness relishing over your tongue.

“What is it— like fiction or…?” Ellie pressed, genuinely.

“Non-fiction. A book of essay’s, really— written in different forms.” You nodded. “It sounds boring…”

Ellie shrugged, forking a piece of meat into her mouth. “Doesn’t sound boring to me.” She responded, with her mouth full.

“It’s the farthest from boring, honey.” Maria massaged your shoulder, sharing a small smile. You mirrored her in return, forking at the vegetables on your plate—perfectly steamed broccoli.

“How’s Brooklyn treating you?” You spoke up, raising your eyebrows.

Ellie lightly glared at Joel before answering, placing her utensils down. “It’s certainly treating me…” She muttered, rubbing her hands together, glancing at her girlfriend.

“It’s a great place for art, but just not Ellie’s art.” Cat chuckled, sipping from her wine glass.

“Oh, that’s what you’re doing.” You nod.

“I recall her using the words: too crowded.” Joel used air quotes to briefly describe the past conversation.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “It makes me feel crowded— the city. When you say it like that, it makes me sound fucking stupid, Joel.”

“You did say crowded.”

“Well, I meant overwhelmed.”

You snickered at their bickering, leaning back in your chair. “Back to your art, I guess you’re experiencing the artistic equivalent to writers block?” Tommy inquired, still chewing on his steak, raising an eyebrow. The auburn-haired young woman nodded, chuckling to herself. “That’s why you’re stayin’ with us for a little while, huh?”

Another record scratch.

You blinked at you father, deepening your eyebrows. “Wait, what?”

Joel had set his beer on the table, leaning forward. “Yeah, Ellie’s stayin’ with your parents for a little while to get her juices flowing, again.” He explained, pressing his lips into a soft smile. Ellie cringed at his use of the words juices, taking a sip of her beer.

Tommy and Maria told you nothing unless you asked for it for almost everything now—you at least deserved to know that Ellie was staying on the farm indefinitely. After all, when they’re dead and gone, it’ll be yours; so, they could’ve at least told you without you having to ask—that’s big!

“And, I’ll help out so I won’t be sleeping the day away— because I know that I will without a proper schedule.”

“I thought you guys didn’t need a farmhand.” You glanced at your parents, with your eyebrows still deepened with confusion.

Maria chuckled, standing to her feet. “We don’t need anything, but who could say no to a helping hand?” She grabs the empty basket of biscuits from the center of the table. “Anybody want more biscuits?”

“I would love some!” Cat spoke up, holding up a tattooed finger.

“Me too, honey.” Tommy also spoke.

A dry chortle left your lips, leaning against the back of the chair. “Are you staying on the farm, too?” You peered over at the stranger—the girlfriend, with a slight accusatory tone.

Her lips parted a few times before she responded. “Oh, no, I’m going back to Brooklyn. Not much of a country girl.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded, downing the rest of your wine. This week was going to be a doozy. When Maria came back to the table, you snatched a biscuit from the basket, biting into it. There was a perfect crispy layer on the outside, mixed with the perfect gooey, soft innards of the biscuit. “These are so good.” You muttered with your mouth full with its buttery goodness.

On your hip, your phone buzzed. Cursing under your breath, you plucked the cellphone from your belt, flicking it open. It was your agent calling you at eight o’clock at night. “Excuse me, I gotta take this.” You scooted the chair back, pressing the green button. “It’s late, Isa.” You started the call, stalking out of the room like the corporate woman you are. Taking the route up the stairs to your old bedroom.

“I need that new chapter by tomorrow morning— as in, 8am.” She scolded on the other line. “I’m personally reminding you. Since you couldn’t respond to my emails.”

You sighed, shutting your bedroom door behind you. “Isa, I’ve been traveling all day on public transport, and I’ve been trying to have family time— is that not what Thanksgiving is about?”

“You’re writer, hon. You have little bit of family time, then you hermit to finish your work— now, stop giving me grief. Time is of the essence.” Her smooth voice told, chuckling after her words. “I’ll be anticipating you’re new chapter tomorrow at eight! Have a great night.”

“Have a great night…”

Slapping your phone shut, you sighed, running your other hand over your face. Being a writer was relentless—just as relentless as you and your roommate’s neighbors. But, instead of lingering in frustration, you grabbed your heavy laptop and propped yourself on the cushion beside your window—your reading nook. Not forgetting to put a Sade tape inside of your stereo for some background music, before you began to diligently work.

You typed at your computer, rapid clicking sounds filling your ears. Although, it was no surprise that you worked your hardest after the sun set—it was like you had one too many espresso shots.

Every word was coming from the heart, and coincidentally enough, the guests at your home made it easier. This chapter was definitely reflecting the feelings you felt the day of Ellie’s seventeenth birthday. You used imagery and metaphors to describe that feeling of attack—being backed into a corner, having the worst part of yourself brought into the light. And, like most of your pieces, it was dredging it all back up again; the emotions.

That feeling of losing the only person that truly understood you.

Of course, you had a few relationships since then—a few, trying to chase that same feeling you felt when your hands touched. But there wasn’t anyone who could compare to her. How pathetic was it to still be harping on a highschool sweetheart?

Hours passed under the radar. Your parents being the mile marker in your work, knocking on the door to let you know everyone was heading to bed. Too busy with outlining new ideas, you barely spared them a glance, muttering a smooth goodnight.

It was about one in the morning by the time you finished the chapter. Still, it needed some tweaking, but it was good enough to send to your agent for the editor to look at.

Shutting your laptop, you finally took in your old bedroom. Various music artists slapped against your soft pink walls, attached with tape—some corners hanging off. Catwoman figurines lining the back of your large, white, wooden dresser; with comics stacked alongside them. Stacks of old books in the corner of your room, stacked from the floor to the middle of her wall. If you were to stumble into them, they’d experience one hell of a fall.

Suddenly, curiosity struck.

Hopping from the cushioned seat under your paneled window, you looked under your bed. Reaching for an old shoebox that was filled with many, many interesting things. You slid it from under the dusty bed frame, taking it back to that plushy seat you appreciated so dearly. Plucking the top off, you released a sigh. Immediately being hit with polaroids of yourself as a teenager—mostly standing beside, laughing with, and cuddling Ellie.

They were the photos you snatched from your wall after that fight. Oh, she looked the same. Still had that uncertainty in her earthy, olive eyes. You didn’t understand it then, and you most definitely didn’t understand it now. Ellie didn’t have to feel the uncertainty she was used to in foster care. She had people who believed in her—who will always believe in her.

Sifting through, your hands hovered over a letter she wrote. It was an apology letter sent around the time of her eighteenth birthday—almost a full year since the situation. The envelope was ripped open from the day you received it; stained with salty, heartbroken tears.

If only that day never happened…

A startling knock sounded at your window. It was no more than a pebble, which was confirmed when another launched within your sights. Scrunching up your eyebrows, you unlocked it, pulling it upwards. Once you peaked your head outside into the brisk, cool weather, a small smile spread onto your lips.

“Workin’ hard or hardly workin’ up there?” Ellie called from below. “I brought a little somethin’… Thought you could use a break from writing.” She waved a tightly rolled joint in her hands—which could only be seen if you squinted.

The corners of your lips spread wider, feeling horribly nostalgic. “You’re actually a little too late on that front. I finished a few minutes ago,” You pressed your lips into a line, continuing. “But I could never turn down smoke break. I’ll be down in a second.”

Dropping the letter, you scooted off the seat to grab your jacket. Stuffing your feet into the semi-stained Uggs you wore into the ground, before fleeing your bedroom. You didn’t feel the need to sneak down the stairs, but a part of you wanted to—to relieve that feeling of adrenaline you felt in your youth.

Ellie met you at the back door, holding open the creaking screen door as you exited. “I honestly wasn’t sure you still did this.” She chuckled, looking at the ground as you both began to walk away from the house. Putting some distance so the smell wouldn’t upset the elders in the home.

“What? Smoke weed?” You perked an eyebrow. “You think because I went all corporate, I stopped being down?”

“Actually… Yeah.” She responded, nervously snickering.

The two ofyou settled in front of this white-lined shed that was illuminated by the two warm, orange-toned lights on either side of the door. “Well, you’re kind of right…” You admitted, squinting your eyes, embarrassed. It’s hard being known for your adaptability. “I try to keep the pot smoking to a minimum. In the corporate world they test you for it.”

Ellie pulled the joint from behind her ear, placing it between her lips. She shook her head in response to your words. “Says the cigarette smoker…” She joked, eyeing you, teasingly. While she flicked her lighter to burn the tip.

“Hey, they don’t give a rats ass about nicotine— I need to make up for that loss somehow. I’m a writer for christ’s sake.”

When she finally gets it to catch the fire, she took two puffs before passing it to you between her index and thumb. “Where’s Cat?” You innocently questioned, taking a hit of the joint, then looking at it, before taking another hit.

Ellie became rigid, releasing an exasperated sigh from her lips. “The guesthouse, watchin’ some movie.”

You handed her the joint. “What, is she not down?” Mocking your previous words, with amused eyes. However, her demeanor had quickly shifted.

“She gets easily frustrated after traveling all day…” She shook her head in a dismissive way, like she didn’t want any further questions to asked.

“Hm… That’s relatable.”

Silence engulfed the both of you as you passed the blunt back and forth until it was nothing more than a roach. Hearing nothing but the distant wind chimes sounding off on the porch.

Before speaking, Ellie took a deep breath, glancing over at you as if she were nervous to make eye contact. “I hope me stayin’ here for a little bit doesn’t bother you too much.”

Her words were double-take worthy, you looked over at her with expressive eyes—widening, in surprise. “Bother me? Why would it bother me?” You leaned your shoulder on the shed, kicking one leg over the other.

“You didn’t seem like the biggest fan—“

“Ellie, I was surprised. That’s all.” You waved your hand, shaking your head. “I feel like they don’t tell me shit anymore…” Shoulders shrugging, you glance toward the house standing tall in all its glory. “They didn’t tell me about you moving to Brooklyn, either. What does it look like when someone you’ve known your whole life moves to a city you’re actually familiar with and they’re not, and you don’t reach out to help them? I’m only a forty minute train ride away.” You rambled, deepening your eyebrows. “They basically made me look like an asshole.”

You weren’t entirely sure how you’d react if you knew about Ellie’s moving to the big city. Knowing your habits, you’d probably sit by the phone for hours before making the move to give her a call. But, it’s not like you were given the opportunity to figure it out for yourself. Now, it just appeared that you forgot about her—or could care less about her endeavors; which is farthest from the truth.

Her full lips cracked into a smile, chuckling. The auburn-haired woman, mirrored your position, leaning her shoulder against the wooden shed. “Always worried about what you look like…” She muttered, sucking her teeth. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re an asshole— you just didn’t know.” Ellie shrugged. “It’s not like we talk as much as we used to…”

As much as we used to. That kind of stung.

Your eyes averted to the gravel under your boots. “Yeah…” There was an awkward beat that took its place between you. Swallowing, you shooed it away with speaking up. “What about your art? You’re living in one of the most creative cities in the world, and you can’t create?”

She puffed air from her lips, glancing in the direction of the guesthouse, priming her lips. “Okay… Confession— but only if what’s said here stays here.”

“What’s said at the shed, stays at the shed.” You affirm, holding a hand and crossing to fingers. The high from what you smoked clouding your mind, squinting your eyes and loosening your inhibitions.

“Cat and I moved in together pretty early— too early… I needed a roommate and she was the perfect option.” Ellie began, carefully. Olive eyes shifting under the dim light in thought. “I swear ever since I moved in with her… The inspiration to make anything new is fucking gone.” She ran her hand over her hair, which was actually loose without a hair tie. Dusting over her shoulders, pieces pushed behind her ears. “She, you know, hovers a lot— in a sweet way, it’s just irritating because not even her pushing me can be inspiring.”

Your heart skipped a beat; it was hopeful—you really are an asshole! “Damn… So, it’s not the city that makes you feel crowded. It’s Cat.” You hum, nodding your head, taking in your assumption. “And… You think staying here will help? Doing boring farm work?” A chuckle falls from your lips, borderline nervous, borderline humored.

She pursed her lips, raising her eyebrows. “I mean, I spent a lot of time here growin’ up…” Ellie looked at you, knowingly. “It was never boring when we did it together.”

“That’s because we were doing it together. I’m not gonna be here while you’re shoveling horse shit.” You chortled, peering at her through hazy eyes. She giggled and it sounded like music to your ears. It’s been awhile since you heard her laugh from something you said. Weed always did have a way of bringing people together.

“Well, maybe before you go, you could help me out. Jog my memory.” Ellie offered, raising her eyebrows. “It’s either you or suffering through Tommy’s jokes for hours—“

“I don’t mind, but we might have to jog each others memory.”

“Hey, you can take the girl out the country, but not the country out the girl.” She shrugged. “I have faith in you.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, a smile spread on your lips. “You’re still so corny.” Shaking your head, a laugh slips. Wrapping your arms around your body, you acknowledge the cool weather. It pricked at your exposed skin, and even through your jacket. “It’s getting late…”

She scratched the back of her neck. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I appreciate the joint— I needed it.” You pushed off the shed wall, licking your lips. In preparation to meander back toward the house, you rocked on your feet. “There’s some left over biscuits on the counter…” You drawled, but it was all right because Ellie had filled in for you.

“I’m fucking starving.”

Then, the two of you walked shoulder to shoulder back inside. Giggling at stupid jokes, surfing over any of the past debacles you had. Turns out reconvening with your childhood lover wasn’t so bad after all. For now, anyway.

[sleeplessinseattlee]

applied for a different job last week and it makes me feel like a spy in my current job. Literally the They Don’t Know meme

[yuyu1024]

Film

Pairings: Wooyoung × y/n

Genre/tags: idol bf

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 fluff but smut, unprotected sex not too detailed (always be safe with consent), pet names, cursing, semi public, filming sex

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.6k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: just something drabbled

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You are dropping by to visit the boys in their company, just to visit everyone and say hi to your boyfriend, who you have not seen for a few weeks now since its comeback promotion still. And they are busy filming contents, interviews and many more.

"Ah! Y/N!" San yells your name as soon as you enter the dance practice room.

You shyly wave at him and then bow to everyone. "Wooyoung, your girl is here." Mingi says as he pats your head before he exits the room to go somewhere.

"You're just in time." San says in all smile.

"We just finished practice." Seonghwa adds

"Oh... I see..." you answer. "By the way, I brought various of bread and cookies. You can share it with all members." You hand each paper bag to Seonghwa and then San.

"We'll share it. We'll just go up stairs to Hongjoong and Mingi. They wanted us to hear some songs they're making. The rest are there already" Seonghwa says

"Ohh... cool." You smile whilst looking around the room, looking for your man.

You find him at the computer with Jongho, playfully nagging at each other.

"I just dropped by the say Hi... I'll go after I say hi to him."

Both San and Seonghwa laughs. "Don't just say hi... bring him home with you." San says, "he said he's done for the day. And he kept saying we should finish already since you are coming today... and wants some alone time with you..." then San pouts his lips and does the kissing sound. "Babe time."

You cover your face, embarassed at how blunt your Wooyoung is. "Sorry...."

"We're used to it." Seonghwa bumps his shoulder to yours, "thanks again... see you around..."

"Bye~~~ y/n...." san says loudly so Wooyoung and Jongho could hear

"Okay... later..." Jongho smiles and waves goodbye to Woo. "Thanks for the food, noona." He then says to you

"Welcome..." then you poke his cheek, smiling ear to ear. "You did well on the immortal songs.."

"Ah...yeah... thank you." Jongho shyly smiles

"Enjoy the food..." you add before he exits.

The second the door shuts.

"What was that?" Wooyoung asks

"Hmm?"

"Why did you poke his cheeks?" He makes his way to you and then immediately pulls you to his embrace. "You don't do that to me..." he inhales your scent and then kisses the tiny exposed skin of your neck.

"It tickles..." you giggle trying to push him away.

"You don't want my kisses?" He looks offended

"No... not like that... it just... tickles..." you're cheeks are pink. You are getting excited and shy at the same time. It's the same feeling you felt when you two first started getting into physical touches. It's... giving you butterflies. "It's just... been... awhile..." you mumble

"I know." You hug him back as he hugged you. "I've been very busy...."

"It's okay.... it's part of your job..." you assure him while stroking the back of his head.

"I missed you." He nuzzles his face on your neck even though your hoodie is giving him a hard time reaching for your neck. "Oh shit." He groans as he moves his one hand under your hoodie and shirt. "Is this what I think it is?" He whispers to your ear as he felt the thin cover you are wearing over your breasts.

You nod, smiling whilst biting your lower lip. "You said, you wanted to see me wear your gift... so... I did wear them today..."

"So... that means..."

"Yes..." you kiss him on his cheek. "You can film me... if you still... want too..."

"Fucking hell..." he grunts as he lifts you and carries you to the corner of the room, by the mirror. "You're so hot... you know that?"

You giggle and kisses your man in the lips. "I'm not... you just love me..."

He puts you down and begins to make out with you. The kisses and moaning are very loud. You are both sure someone might hear you guys from outsife but you don't fucking care. It's been a while. And you two are fucking thirsty for each other.

"Maybe... we should take this somewhere else?" You say as you pull away

Wooyoung didn't want it to end. You saw him go after your lips the second you left him, mouth open and drooling for you. "Just a few more minutes..." he breathes. "I want to kiss you more..."

You grin. "You can kiss me more later...plus I need... no... I want more..." you are so red after saying that but you are just being honest.

"Fuck! Okay." He is panting and excited. Then he pulls out his phone from his pocket and started typing so fast

"What are you doing?" You ask as you try to fix your hair and clothes.

"Just letting them know... to not go home for a bit."

"Wooyoung!" You hit his arm.

"What? It's better for them to know than to be surprised to hear us having sex..."

You are so red now. He's so straightforward. But he's right.

"And I don't want then to hear my beautiful girlfriend moan my name as I fuck her brains out..." he tease, smirking.

"Whatever." You roll your eyes

****

As soon as you two got into their dorm, to his room, the first thing Wooyoung did is grab his camera and set it up by his bed so its easy for him to grab it and takes videos or photos of you at moments he wants too.

"I'm excited to do this... but I'm also horny as fuck." He says as you on the other hand begins to undress all the extra clothes you have on covering the laced two piece of sexy undergarment he gifted you last christmas.

"I'm guessing you bought me a cup smaller on purpose..." you say as you lay your hoodie on a chair. "Coz my tits are bulging out of this thing."

"Of course..." he grins as he goes towards you. "I love it when they are squished together..." he lowers his face and nuzzles his nose on your chest. "The most beautiful tits in the world..."

Then he begins to lick your skin like a cat until his tongue reaches your perky nipples. He does not need to search for it. Besides that its hard and pointy, your bra is basically see through.

"Uugghhhh... Wooyoung..." you throw your head as his tongue tickles you. "Ahh.... feels so good..."

"You're so delicious..." he bites your nipple playfully getting a loud moan out of you.

Carefully, he guides you to his bed. Positioning you to the perfect spot where his camera can get to see your whole body.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asks again.

All through out the drive home, he already kept asking you if you are sure. He didn't want to force you to do this. He knows he wants this because he wants to have something to watch when they are on tour, something to help him when he needs to jerk off.

He needs your moan, your breathing and your body to satisfy himself.

You are his only muse. His only heaven.

"I only mentioned this once with you... and if you really don't want too it's f--"

You stop him from talking by pulling him down by his collar, and kiss him hard. Sucking his lower lip and make his body shake and his dick rock solid harder than its already are.

"Just fuck me... film me... whatever you want... you have my consent..." you kiss the corner of his lips. "I love you... I will do this for you." You add

From an outsiders perspective, you two looked like you are filming a some kind of porn shit but its more than that.

Wooyoung is capturing his favorite moments during your love making. The way your eyes glistens when you are about to peak, the way your cheeks turn pink, your lip bites and the way you moan his name every time he makes you feel good. He want to see and hear all that whenever he is away.

"Fuck! You're so hot baby!" He says as he films how your breast bounce at every pounce. "Shit!" Wooyoung then puts his camera down on the bedside table. "I need to focus on you now..." he mumbles. "I love you..." he goes down to kiss you as he moves his hips closer to make his dick go deeper

"I love you..." you answer. "So much!"

You wrap your legs around his waist and you felt your inside clench more.

"Aaah... Wooyoung... Woo.....aaaah..." he sucks your breast as he continue thrusting.

"I'm close...." he mumbles

The two of you explodes as you reach both climaxes.

Catching your breathe as your boyfriend falls down on top of you, eyes closed and one hand on your tits.

"I don't think my camera... or any camera can capture how fucking amazing you are." He says.

"You complement me so much..." you say, stroking his hair. "I just learn how to have sex with you... I'm not that experience..."

He raise his head to look at you. "And so...? You are still perfect for me..."

You blush at how serious his face is. Wooyoung is blunt yes. But that does not mean he can't say the sweetest words.

He really gives you reassurance, hypes you up and showers you with love whenever he can.

"Hmm.. so... when will you stop the recording...?" You glance at his camera who's directly focused on him and your tits.

The LCD of the camera is switched so you both can see what is being recorded.

"You want to stop now?"

"I think so...just finished sex..."

"Finished?" His eyes slowly smiles and then he playfully licks your nipple. "Are you sure?"

You giggle at how naughty he is. "Hmm.... no..." then you scrunch your face. "Maybe... let's film a part two...?"

"Really?" He looks excited.

"Yeah... but... maybe..... I'll be on top this time."

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Completely random but whenever it comes to the idea of what Killer’s room would be like in Nightmare’s castle, I’d like to think it was just bare boned at first.

A hard mattress, his jacket as a pillow, a thin blanket, a place to charge his phone, and some knife sharpeners. Some cash he keeps hidden around his room.

Holes and various stabs and knife slashes in the the walls from whenever Killer breaks down or whenever STAGE 3 gets triggered and starts behaving in its typical feral way.

But he’s barely in there most days, unless Nightmare tells him to go in there. He often forgets to sleep, and well, he isn’t used to having breaks and staying in one spot for too long unless Chara has told them to stay.

He and Chara were usually on the move, exploring every inch of the Underground. They could go literal days without breaks or rest. Chara had made sure of it.

And, well. They aren’t used to being alone. Not physically, at least. And although Chara is gone, he’s serving Nightmare now, right?

They have never served anyone besides Chara before. So he assumed that he must stay by Nightmare’s side unless given permission otherwise.

And, well. Nightmare sure gave permission. The man is introverted and antisocial as hell. Killer constantly following him around only made him paranoid, agitated, snappy and suspicious. Killer suspects that Nightmare felt suffocated by his presence.

After given the go ahead to explore on his own, though, Killer immediately takes to spending his time not on the job just exploring the castle. Marking down anything interesting he finds, every way to enter and exit this castle.

Patrolling for days on end until he’s called away for a mission or until Nightmare orders him onto something else.

Gradually, some more stuff goes into his room the more he gets comfortable with Nightmare and his illusions of freedom.

His jars of stolen souls, human blood, and monster dust go on to the shelves. Nightmare notices the damaged walls and orders Killer to do something about that, and well...

Something suggests spray paint...Killer isn’t one to usually listen to them, but it was a good idea. And Killer couldn’t think of anything else to do. So he spray paints over the damage.

Things start changing when Horror joins the little club. It’s because of Horror that Nightmare gives Killer a comfortable bed, better blankets, and actual pillows.

Killer isn’t sure what to think of it. The blankets are warm, and he’s always like warmth, but the pillows are soft. The bed’s more malleable. It’d be too easy to get comfortable. (It’s a false sense of security. It’s a trick, is what STAGE 4 says.)

He’s not used to soft things, so he ignores the upgrades at first. Until something happens one day. The lack of sleep he was hardly noticing catches up with him, and he faints.

And he wakes up in his new bed, cozy and warm.

It registers as a threat to STAGE 3 the moment he realizes where he is, and the next moment he comes to, all his pillows and blankets are stabbed and shredded at his feet.

It takes awhile for him to right himself. He just sits on the floor of the room, among the mess. Stuck between numbness and fear and “I told you so.”

He doesn’t bother to clean up the mess or tell anyone about it, but Horror inevitably finds out and has him clean it up.

The whole time Horror is telling him that he’s lucky to have fainted in the castle among allies and not out on the battlefield surrounded by enemies.

STAGE 2 and STAGE 4 are both listening attentively as 2 cleans. 4 immediately declares it manipulation—an attempt to control them—and starts demanding that 2 kills Horror.

But 2, being the less emotional one, ignores it for now. It can see the benefits in this. He can see that Horror is right.

Still, he can’t let Horror know that. So he puts on his facade and makes a flirty, suggestive comment about Horror really wanting to be in Killer’s bed, huh?

As expected, this causes Killer’s teammate to groan and immediately leave his room; taking the bags of trash with him.

Killer closes and locks the door behind him, and just sits down on...”his” bed. The mattress molds to his frame, as if like a supposed hug..and Killer immediately gets off the bed the moment that thought crosses his mind.

Hugs aren’t soft.

He takes his thin blanket, wraps it around him, and just sits on the floor. It doesn’t take long before he’s itching to get up again though, get moving, be productive, get back to work, do something.

Something appears beside him as soon as the urge comes. Killer tenses but pretends not to notice them. The kid doesn’t say anything, just sits beside him quietly and looks outside the bedroom window.

That sort of puts him at ease, seeing Chara’s visage so calm and not ordering him to get off his feet and stop being lazy.

The two of them past the night like this, sitting on the cold hard floor together quietly; Killer wrapped up and comfy in his thin blanket. Watching the world change outside their bedroom window.

By the time the sun comes up, Killer has fell asleep on the floor, and that’s where Horror finds him. He decides to take it slow, shoving a fluffy pillow under Killer’s head rather than moving him back into his bed like he did last time.

He closes the door gently when he leaves, as not to wake Killer.

[themightymoose]

Currently thinking about the pets' owners and how I would incorporate them in a human au. Buckle in because this might get long

Content warning for child abuse, transphobia, and cancer mention

Let's just start with Zoe's parents, John and Clarissa Trent! Those two were your stereotypical love at first sight, high school sweethearts. They were like the couple you would see making out in the hallways. Sure, they first fell for each other's physical looks, but they pretty soon realized that they had a lot in common! They were both interested in fashion, rom coms, and romance novels, and soon after they both graduated, they quickly moved in together. They both then became very famous hosts of some popular reality tv and judges of some very well-known fashion shows. They both new for awhile that they wanted to start a family, they just didn't know with who. And at some point in their mid-twenties, they had Gail. Gail was very much their pride and joy, and more than a little spoiled. How could they not? She was just their precious angel! By the time Gail was four, Clarissa got pregnant with Zoe :D. If you thought Gail was spoiled, you haven't seen what happens with Zoe. They didn't have any other children after Zoe, but they didn't mind. They were all a happy family and nothing was going to change that :)

Now that we got the happy one out of the way, let's move onto the others. Let's talk about the Nevlas. Since Zoe is the only one with two owners, I'm gonna have to change things up, especially since I know he has canon parents in the show. So his owner is now his uncle called Rohan. Rohan is Sunil's mother's older brother. (I don't know if his parents have names. But for now I'm calling his dad Zahir and his mother Anura) Sunil's parents and uncle immigrated from India when he was just five years old. Rohan is very protective of him, Anura, and Zahir, since he has come to see him as a younger brother. Rohan always babysat Sunil when his parents would be away as they would try and get jobs and just try their best to get by. They didn't really have much at first, but they did eventually get jobs and they're doing much better the older Sunil got.

Sunil often felt guilty that he didn't want to become a doctor like his parents wanted. They sacrificed so much for him to have a happy life, so why couldn't he just do this one thing for them? What kind of son was he??? Rohan was the person Sunil always goes to advice for, especially on the doctor thing. Rohan has always been very patient and understanding, which is something Sunil got from him. Rohan time and time again explains to his nephew that he highly doubts his parents will care, they've never been the strict type, it's basically just Sunil's anxiety telling him otherwise. Fun fact: Rohan was the first person Sunil came out to. He actually knew that about his sexuality for a bit, but he decided to let Sunil come out to him in his own time.

Minka's turn :D her owner is also her uncle. I headcanon that her dad has a a lot of siblings, and her owner is the oldest while Minka's mom is an only child. His name is Benjamin, but people just calling him Ben or on rare occasions, Benny. Benjamin is rather estranged from Minka's father for reasons unknown. All that Minka knows is that he's practically a grumpy old man that her dad doesn't like, but her dad has tried to make him appear like a monster to Minka since she was only two. Her dad always says that Benjamin is a vile man that only thinks of himself, and says that Minka is very lucky to have him as a father and not Benjamin. This kind of backfired though, since this only made Minka more curious. Her dad tried to take it up a notch by making up stories about Benjamin, about how he tried to drown, choke, and just be very violent with him, much to Minka's horror. This makes up her mind; she hates Uncle Benjamin...

.... Until she comes out as trans. Yeah I really like trans Minka. Her dad was not thrilled. At all. Her dad has ended up kicking her out of the house until she "fixes herself" now Minka has nowhere to go. Sure, she could call up one of her friends, but she doesn't want them to worry, and most of her friends have single parents, she would just be a bother. And she can't go to Zoe or Sunil's places (the ones that has two parents) because, well, she doesn't want anyone to see her like this, like such a mess. Then a car pulls up to her while she's sitting on a bench. Minka notices it's night now, which is weird, she's been sitting on this bench since this afternoon, how long has she been thinking?

The car approaches and the driver rolls down the window, revealing the last person she wanted to see: Uncle Benjamin. But his expression takes her by surprise, he looks concerned and somewhat angry. "Your mom called and said you need a place to stay." He tells her. Minka is skeptical at first, but kind of just accepts it. What else has she to lose?

Within her first couple of weeks of staying with Benjamin, Minka is very tense and awkward, she still remembers the stories her father told her. Benjamin then finally decides to talk to Minka about her dad. Benjamin figures that his brother has told stories about him, none of them being pleasant. Benjamin then explains to Minka that all those stories were lies, it was actually the other way around. Her father was the violent one out of all their siblings, which explains why none of her aunts or uncles visited Minka, because of her father. It takes awhile for Minka to come to terms with it, but after awhile she comes to realize that Benjamin is actually really, and she even finally got to meet some of her aunts and uncles!

Mrs. Owens is Russell's grandmother on his mom's side. I'm gonna make this one shorter since the Minka section took a lot out of me. Russell was thirteen when his mom passed away from cancer, this left his grandmother and Jerry heartbroken. Since Rose (that's what I'm calling Mrs. Owens) is currently in a nursing home and Jerry is getting up there in years (I think Russell's parents were a bit on the older side when they had Russell) Russell took it upon himself to be the main caretaker. Always cooking dinner, cleaning, visiting his grandmother daily, yard work, he did it all. And he definitely made sure to get good grades and be the best in school no matter what. (This was mostly about Russell oops-)

Penny's owner is a single father to her, who he ended up adopting when she was only two. He recently got divorced and his name is Michael Reed. Sure, he and his wife are divorced but they're still on good terms and both put in their best efforts to raise Penny the best they could :) I don't really know how the adoption system works, but let's just say they kept her surname

Vinnie time 😎 his owner is his older brother who's name is Zach (yes I'm stealing that, I can't remember who came up with that name) Zach and Vinnie grew up in a very dysfunctional home. Their mother is very emotionally and mentally abusive, but they loved hanging out with their dad. Their dad would try everything to make them forget about their home situation, he would always defend his boys from their mother's cruelty, but the abuse kept getting worse. Their father left, and never turned around. So they're left to deal with their mother's abuse on their own now, this is the start of Vinnie's anger and abandonment issues. But it only gets worse after Zach moves out to attend college, now it's just Vinnie and his mother.

Hehehehe >:) Pepper's owner's name is Pete Clark. I sent an ask right here so you can just quickly read that and cime back! Anyways, I think Pete ended up adopting her when she was in her early teens, so Pepper has seen a lot of shit. Pete knows this and has been very kind to Pepper, much to her confusion. Every home she's been in has treated her like shit, even if she thinks she deserved it, so it's only a matter of time before Pete gets tired of her and throws her out. Either that or keeps her just to have some entertainment by hurting her. She tries not to get too attached, but he's just so gentle, and has a really cool mustache. Pepper was very hesitant to call him "dad" I think the first time she did was over the phone a bit after she moved out, the moment that word leaves her mouth she immediately tries to backpedal and is hella embarrassed, but after some reassurance, she calls him dad a whole lot more.

[dabiscarpet]

First time with bf tooru oikawa x fem! reader

Disclaimer: suggestive ?) if you squint?) just some teenage love

★ Female pronouns used ★ 3rd person writing ★

A little drabble I had in my drafts for awhile. I'm so soft for oikawa tooru and everything he went thru 🤧

Not proof read! Just my foggy sleepy brain trying to put two sentences together and make it look pretty

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Meeting because her dad is his physical therapist and boy does he get injured since he was young.

She used to spend a lot of afternoons at his therapy center waiting to go home while doing homework or just chatting with customers. Since he was an frequent, over the course of months, they became good friends, bonding thanks to vb since she also play in a girls team.

She has a strong, but also kind and considerate personality, and always becomes soft for him; that's her major weakness. Although when needed, she is strict with him, and he loves that about her. That's one of the main reasons he fell in love: she pushed him to keep going

Her dad loves him too: let's him spend the night all the time, drops her off at his house, picks her up, makes him feel part of the family. He's their no.1 fan

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Dad is late one day when he goes out to dinner with his colleagues, and there's a storm outside. Tooru is at her house, doing homework with her (even tho they're in different years & schools, this is a nice way of spending time together). She then suggests that he stays as usual, because it's raining heavily and he came riding his bike. It's Friday, no school tomorrow, only afternoon practice with the team... Seemed like a good idea.

After some time goes by, she decides to take a break and prepares snacks. When going back to the table, she noticed he's tense over some exercises. She leans over his shoulders, hugging him from behind and watching the complex math problem halfway through.

"maybe take a little break, you can finish this later tooru"

"hmm maybe ... " But it took a bit more convincing that that, including a few hand fed snacks. He looks over his shoulder at her after biting on a grape from her hand. "Can I take a shower please?"

"of course!" And she places a kiss on the back of his neck. All the accumulated stress, anxiety, tension, expectations, goals... everything he carries on his shoulders suddenly crumbled, as he felt the touch of an angel on his skin. He lost it and moaned out in pleasure, in relaxation, covering his mouth immediately.

She's aware of what she just did, so she continued to pepper his neck and the back of his head with kisses. He relaxes into her warm touch soon, already feeling the sanity escape from his mind with those little touches, but that's all he needed. He then turns around suddenly, trapping her face with his hands.

"your dad will hate me for this, but I can't stand it anymore..... I love you" and he kissed her with such passion that no other 17 years-old boy could ever even imagine. The world around them disappearing, the sound of the long forgotten rain only barely audible in the distance despite the heaviness of it. Humidity doing it's job and making clothes just an extra hassle.

Fast forward, and things get steamy for the first time, as she ends up naked on top of him, in her bed, noises muted by the heavy rain. Some ridiculous math problem long forgotten, as more important puzzles were being put together, both of them trying to figure things out together for the first time, the alignment of their feelings and hearts making even their breathing synchronized, leading the blind path for the young couple.

Soon, the morning starts showing itself through the open curtains, ignored the night before. She founds happiness by waking up cuddled next to his warm body, in his warm embrace, watching his soft features relaxed and at ease for once. Tooru had never looked happier and more at ease, an ethereal gleam surrounded his aura, and his beautiful chocolate eyes revealed the utmost confession of love for his one and only, holding her firmly into his arms, vowing to even destroy the world if necessary just to get to spend every day of his life forward with her, sharing moments like those.

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[batllethinker]

Danger | J.Banner x F. Reader

An insight into your relationship with Jane

Rating; E

Warnings:guilt tripping, violence, weapons, abuse, manipulation, drinking / alcoholism

Your relationship with Jane was built on her saving you, she had saved you from a notorious serial killer and you had instantly been charmed by her, how she was able to comfort you through the most traumatic experience in your life.

She had given you her number in case you had any worries or questions, which you had a lot of. You were afraid that she would think that you were annoying with your countless texts and calls but all she had done was reassure you, she had even installed a brand new security system in your apartment which you had greatly appreciated.

It had taken you several distraught phone calls and home visits for you two to take your relationship to the next level, you had been crying and confiding in her about all of your anxieties, how you thought that the man Jane had put away would come back and kill you.

But she had quickly soothed your worries with a reassuring touch and a kiss, which had quickly turned heated when she took advantage of your weak and distraught state.

When Jane had proposed the idea of her moving in, you had beamed and accepted without a second thought, which might have been a bad idea when you looked back at your (her) decision but it really was too late for take backs.

The most prominent part of her life was her job, the nights she spent apart from you while she was away on missions, the threats she recieved, the knives and threatening notes stabbed into your front door every once in awhile, which always led you to desperately cling to her whenever she came home.

You knew of the dangers of her job, how it threatened everyone apart of her life. She had even warned you about it, told you about all the vengeful criminals that were after her but you didn't care, too deep in her affection.

The nights Jane spent at home were when you felt the safest, her strong arms wrapped around you and her loaded gun placed on the bedside table, forcing you to bask in the comfort she brought.

"I will always keep you safe, no matter what" was something that she would always tell you, and you couldn't not believe her, she was so convincing when she promised her protection to you.

There were even times where she'd come home covered in blood, her vest still on, too exhausted to even take it off, leaving it to you, in your exhausted state to take it off and clean her off.

The scene was always the same, her hunched over on the toilet, you digging through the first aid kit as you cleaned the blood off of her face, cleaned the wounds grazing her body, careful not to disturb her too much, knowing how her temperament gets.

You know that she doesn't like to talk about her work life so you don't ask, only cleaning her off and stiching her back up in silence, throwing her the occasional worried glances only to find her staring right back at you, something dark glinting in her eyes.

Sometimes she would wrap an arm around your waist, pull you close against her as you took care of her, you knew how exhausting her job was and how much she liked the physical affection you brought, how you would cling to her during the nights, only pressing closer to her when the nightmares became too much, your tears staining her shirt and whimpers keeping her up.

You always had a hard time letting her go after those nights, especially when those nightmares started focusing on her, her dying and leaving you all alone and scared, abandoned at last.

Jane knew how to handle the aftermath of those nights, promising that she would come back, no matter what as she held you close and pressed kisses all over your face, doing all she could to soothe your worries.

Then there were nights she would come home extra agitated, barely minding you waiting for her by the door, heading straight for the liquor as you followed behind her like a lost puppy, insisting that you should clean her up, which she had agreed to with a grunt.

Instead of her arm wrapped around you, it was nursing her favorite bottle, giving you no thought, even if you were extra attentive to her every need, begging for her to give you her attention.

Jane wasn't too fond of you during these moments, she had explicitly told you to leave her alone when she was like that, but taking care of her was the only way to show your graditude, even if it went unnoticed.

When she did pay you attention it was violent, your back pressed up against a wall, knife pressed to your throat and Jane's breath heavy against your ear, her body pinning your own.

Her breath would smell like scotch, voice rough but she would always say the same thing; "daddy will always protect you" and "I love you so much, daddy will never ever hurt you"

She would rip the shirt adorning your body, often hers, the only thing to comfort you through the nights without her, one hand groping your chest as her words echoed in your head.

Her knife would cut open the skin of your chest, ignoring your pleads and cries for her to stop. It always went the same, the hand previously groping your chest moving down your body, sometimes she'd laugh at how soaked you'd get when she has you like this, sparing no time before pushing into you, her pace punishing and intent on making you cum harder than ever before.

It never took long before your thighs were shaking and walls clenching around her fingers, the rasp of her voice forcing you further over the edge.

"Let go for me, be a good girl for daddy" You always did, unable to deny her, especially when she was in this mood, something about Jane when she was this worked up made you weak to her every demand.

She always fell asleep before you, her body trapping yours as she slept, not even noticing your uneven breaths and cries as you tried to bring yourself back, she never cared enough to clean you up or take care of you, too stuck in her own head.

You knew that she was aware of what she is doing to you considering how she would hold you whenever you asked about it, or how she would buy you the most expensive gifts and take days off from her work just to spend time with you and make you forget about the scars and bruises littering your body.

"I would never hurt you, why would you think that?" she always had a way of making you feel guilty for even questioning her love for you, you would spend days making it up to her, doing whatever she wanted you to, practically glued to her side.

You barely go outside anymore but when you do, Jane always reminds you why you shouldn't, sometimes she'll press up behind you as you're about to walk back into your home, pressing her gun to the back of your head.

"You stupid bitch, why would you ever think that it was safe to go outside?" She had a way of making herself seem more intimidating when you couldn't see her, always scaring you into behaving for her, her strong frame towering over you as she pushes the barrel of the gun harder against your head.

You could never stand to see that disappointed look on her face whenever you broke her rules, which always led you to beg for her forgiveness.

"Please, I'm sorry, please forgive me!" There was always that contemplating look in her eyes whenever she thought about even forgiving you, like she knew that it wouldn't be worth it to let you be forgiven.

She would make you work for it, sometimes she would even break your bones when you had been extra bad, her connections to everything and everyone made it too easy for your bruised state and her bruised knuckles to not be questioned.

She would bring you to private hospitals, where no one asked questions, they wouldn't even talk to you, instead addressing everything to Jane, even if they did eye the tight grip your girlfriend would have on you, they never said anything.

You knew better than to say anything too, instead looking to Jane for everything, the medical talk always confused you and Jane never bothered to explain anything to you, instead letting the doctors do as they pleased with you.

You hated the hospital, hated when the doctors touched you and only worsened your injuries. Jane knew that better than anyone, she knew you better than yourself and that's why you could never ever leave her.

The bright fleurocent lighting and the grossly beige walls and all of the medical equipment always made you feel unsettled, but Jane by your side always made the experience a little less frightening.

She always made sure to hold your hand on the drive home, she would even order your favorite food and let you cuddle her the best you could with your broken limbs, anyway.

"I love you, my little lamb" she held you close as you cuddled into her neck, breathing in her comforting vanilla scent while she placed a kiss to the top of your head.

A/N: crossposted on ao3

[skeletonfarmer]

I know tumblr is not the best place for relationship advice but pls lol

Also fair warning this is a long post and TW for mention of suicide

Some backstory: my boyfriend (21) and I (22) have been together for two and a half years. I struggle with severe depression and occasional psychotic symptoms (mood swings, hallucinations, irrational thoughts, etc). I was also diagnosed with cancer in January 2022. I recently had to quit my full time job due to mental and physical health reasons, so he is the only one working right now.

So for the past several months, but especially the past few weeks or so my boyfriend and I have been arguing a lot and I’m not sure what to do or if it’s healthy.

There’s always an array of things the arguments are about but usually they can be boiled down to one of us not feeling appreciated/not feeling loved/feeling like we’re being taken advantage of.

Our most recent argument started yesterday afternoon. A mutual friend of ours surprised me yesterday late morning and helped me clean our apartment almost the whole day, it was like 4-5 hours, with a break for lunch of course. Later on she had asked me if my bf and I could babysit because her fiance had gotten tickets to a baseball game and she wanted to go, but she didn’t wanna ask her mom to babysit since she had been watching her all day. I agreed but let her know that it would probably just be me.

Later when we were on the way back to her apartment my boyfriend had gotten off work and gone home. He called me and was immediately rude as I answered the phone, and he complained about how when we were cleaning/organizing, we moved some of his stuff to where he didn’t like it. He was mainly upset that we moved his (large amount) of alcohol bottles to a separate shelf rather than it taking up 1/3 of our already limited counter space. I told him that if he didn’t like where we put the stuff then he should help me clean on the weekends so he could decide where it goes himself. He got really upset and said that since he works and I don’t, it’s my job to clean and he doesn’t have to clean since he works, and that I should know it’s rude to “throw his stuff on a shelf in the corner”

Our friend hears him and when she sees him she goes off on him for awhile about how you talk to someone you love that way, and I didn’t hear much of what was said but what I did hear it sounded like he mainly put blame on me and put me down to try and justify his words and actions.

We argued about it on and off for the rest of the night but I thought by the time we went to bed we were fine.

When we woke up this morning within 30 minutes he was mad again, this time about how we don’t have enough money for groceries this week, bills, or gas for him to get to work. The way he said it made it feel like he was blaming me for not being able to work, so I felt guilty and asked my mom for $30 to help with groceries. He also somehow got a refund for our dinner we had last night, so that was $25-30 back.

After we go grocery shopping I have to go make a return at Big Lots, and when we’re walking out he insists on going into the liquor store next door. I say okay but let him know he shouldn’t get anything since we don’t really have money to pay our bills. Well after 20 minutes in there he buys a bottle of liquor, not sure what or how much but most of the stuff he was looking at was $30-45.

I get visibly upset and when he asks I tell him that it’s irresponsible for him to have an attitude with me and get mad about not having enough money for bills and food, to where I have to ask family for money, but then he goes and buys alcohol. This causes another fight and he goes off on me about how he’s “tired of me bitching at him” and that I won’t let him have fun, I have a problem with everything he does, etc.

A couple of months ago he had mentioned that I need to be more appreciative of him because not many people would have stayed with me through my cancer treatments and my psychiatric hospital stay for a suicide attempt. I haven’t brought this up to him since he said it but I think about it often.

I know I am definitely not perfect and I know I can get an attitude pretty easily sometimes, but I feel like he doesn’t give me as much credit as I deserve. My mental health makes it extremely difficult for me to regularly keep up with house chores, and I always let him know when I’m having a particularly bad day and not much will get done. At the time he says it’s okay but he always holds it over my head the next time we have a confrontation. I really do love him but I am also so tired of feeling like I’m just a maid that’s shitty at her job. I don’t know how to go about fixing this or if there is any way to even do so.

[tsuki669974]

Can someone explain what I'm doing wrong? A little back story for y'all:

Tippy and I are going on 3 years of being fuck-buddies. The sex between us is still good, in my opinion and I've even spent the night at his place a few times.

A little over a month ago, I was fired for something stupid and in my opinion was just a write up, but the company/organization decided to terminated my employment so I no longer work with Tippy. Only I still do because he got me a seasonal job at his other place of employment. It's less money, but it's a job for now. I am currently collecting unemployment and cashed in my 403(b) retirement.

I've know about Tippy having a crush on another woman for awhile, way before I got fired. I even know this woman, and while Tippy is a great guy, he's not someone this woman would go for. For ID purposes, I'm gonna call her "Mic".

Last week, I was at his place. We were talking and he happened to mention that he was wanting a new game for his Xbox, only he'd have to get a new Xbox console too because the game he wants won't work on his old console. So after some looking, we found a console and I told him I'd buy it for him. Que trip to department store.

It was on this trip, that we started talking about our relationship and the future of it. He then proceeds to tell me that he doesn't see our relationship lasting for longer than 3-6 months because he doesn't see us being in a serious relationship with one another. Correction: he doesn't want to be in a serious relationship with me (mind you, this is on our way to the store). I agree with him, because honestly what am I going to say to that?

My way of thinking, and just about everyone elses who know about us, we are in a serious relationship. We buy each other things, we go out to eat with one another, we just went to the movies together! I just bought him a $600 videogame console! I've helped him clean his apartment, granted it was only the kitchen, but still. I even sent this man flowers! Does anyone know how long it's been since someone, anyone has sent me flowers?! Over 25 years and the last person to send me flowers was my sister!

Tonight we went and saw the new Deadpool movie. I paid for it all, from the tickets to the food. I didn't mind.

What I minded was him going on and on about Mic. It was all night long that by the time the movie got over with and we were on our way to find a restaurant to eat at that I was just ready for the night to be over with.

He, of course, noticed something was wrong; but didn't care enough (or maybe he didn't care at all) to really ask me what was up. He wouldn't hold my hand, even in the movie theater, and he didn't kiss me, didn't even try to.

I realized in the movie theater that he didn't want any physical contact, so I tried to stay away from him and enjoy the movie. Afterwards, when we were walking back to his car, I tried to hold his hand again and he wasn't having it so I left it alone.

There's times when I feel like he wants me and then there's times I feel alone even in his presence. Tonight was one of those times.

It just felt wrong, all over. I felt like he wanted Mic there, and I know he did. I did offer to just give him the tickets and he could have taken someone else, but he declined.

Am I doing something wrong? Should I continue being his friend and fuck-buddy or should I just give up? I'm starting to think that I should tell him that I can't be his friend/fuck-buddy anymore, since there's no hope for our relationship to progress beyond what it is now.

I want romance. I want someone who is beyond happy to be with me, someone who feels lucky to show me off and wants to care for me. I'm tired of getting these guys who only want me for a booty-call and nothing more. I'm tired of being alone, in body and soul.

Why aren't I good enough for him? What is so wrong with me that he can't see a future with me?

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

When was the last time you wore a mask, and what kind of mask was it? obviously all throughout COVID while they were required, especially given I have a shit immune system given several illnesses...haven’t for awhile though except the ER which still require em obviously

Do you say “couch” or “sofa”? 🛋️ couch

Have you found any gray hairs yet? if so, how old were you when you found your first one? no

Do you think you will dye your hair when you go gray, or will you let it be natural? probably dye it just because

Have you ever met anyone named Eden? no

Which name do you like better: Eden or Aiden? Aiden

What is your favorite type of meat to eat? 🥩 seafood hands down

When was the last time you felt jealous of someone? when my fiance got to take The Hobbit tour since he’s been on a job in New Zealand since Feb

What are three thing you think of when you hear the word “India”? 🇮🇳 food, camels, hot

Are there any bar stools in your home? no

When was the last time you sat on a bar stool? too long

Have you ever been to a spa? 🧖♀️ no

What is one thing you hate? domestic violence and abuse

Have you ever sprained your ankle? yeah

Do you own an artist’s palette? 🎨 if so, when was the last time you used it? no

When was the last time you attended a religious ceremony? ⛪️ I’m assuming we’re not counting wedding or funeral so...I don’t attend church, I’m not religious so I can’t think of anything right now

If applicable, what is one trend you started when you were in school? Haha yeah no...never.

Have you ever done a craft project using a soup can? no

Have you ever had a Sony product just stop working? Sure?

What is your favorite type of tree? 🌳 hmm weeping willows I guess

Have you ever had a spaniel for a pet? no

Do you like the word “iota”? ummm sure? I never use it but I don’t mind it

What celebrities were you obsessed with when you were younger? oh lord...the Harry Potter cast (still am), Eminem (still am), NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, MadTV (the original cast), to name a few..

Would you rather sing or play an instrument? if you’d rather play an instrument, which instrument would you prefer to play? sing but I don’t think I have the voice for it so instrument for sure. I’ve always wanted to learn guitar, drums, and piano

Were you named after someone, and if so, who? my middle names yeah one is my great grandmother’s name and the other is mom’s middle name, and as much as I fucking hate this, my last name after sperm donor... Did you ever play with a yoyo as a kid? 🪀 sometimes, not much I couldn’t really learn any tricks as much as I tried heh

Who is your current favorite celebrity? JoJo, Eminem, Avril Lavigne, The Rock, Nick Cage, Markiplier, Mark Wahlberg...to name a few

What is one thing you aren’t able to do currently, but you wish you could? basically function like any normal person given my physical limitations, I can barely go anywhere and be on my feet without needing to sit or collapse, being so violently sick so much too makes it hard...and right now? I just wanna run and fucking hide in a hole and not exist...

What is one thing you think tastes good with granola? yogurt

When was the last time you ate a granola bar? ages, I don’t really like crave them or buy them

Do you prefer jelly or jam? 🥪 jelly

Have you ever met anyone named Cameo? no

What was the last thing you sent in the mail? two checks for probation fines and for license suspension fee

What is your favorite thing to do on the ice? drinks on the rocks

Have you ever visited any of the Great Lakes? no I’d like to though

Have you ever swam in any of the Great Lakes? if so, which of the Great Lakes have you visited? no cause I’ve never seen them

What were you almost named? if I was a boy, I woulda been named Kyle...my name was always a dead set with mom as far as girl’s name

What was the name of the first dog you had as a pet? Jewel

Do you any of your family members have birthdays on a holiday, and if so, which one(s)? not that I can think of

When was the last time you attended a kegger? 🍾 never sadly

What was the last thing you wrote down? addresses on envelopes

What is your favorite type of bird? 🦜 cardinals for personal reasons

Do you think of yourself as young or old? how old are you? depends on what it’s regarding..I’m recently turned 31, still don’t feel it but I’ve always been mature for my age yet I don’t look much older than about 18

Do you enjoy doing crossword puzzles? hell yeah love it it’s my favorite hobby

[s1ater]

perfect match.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve has a little crush.

warnings. gif not mine, foul language maybe

ricky rocks. send me an inbox message 🫶🫶

steve always felt like he was trapped in his own body after his world got flipped upside down when unexplainable things invaded hawkins as well as his own life and getting into college was no longer his biggest problem.

—and of course, when nancy broke up with him. and what was once home, was now just a shell that carried him around from one place to another.

everything he found fun before didn’t strike him with the same excitement. he suddenly became hyper aware of everything and where his life seemed to be heading toward; which wasn’t bad, just something nobody really wants—a cookie cutter life that resembled exactly his parents.

until he met you.

you were a lot different compared to a lot of girls he had met and put himself into social situations with. you were smart, sarcastic, witty, and actually had things going for you; hobbies, a job, things that mattered in the long run.

you were exactly what steve needed—according to dustin. and he wasn’t wrong; steve just wished he had realized that a lot sooner.

“harrington, i didn’t realize you still came to parties,” the first time he really saw you was when you were leaned on your forearms as you came to fill your red solo cup with the red punch placed on the island as an offering to all. steve stood on the other side, staring off into space while thinking he should have never came until your slight sweet smile came into sight.

“yeah, me too,” he sighed, sounding sorrowful as he took a drink from his own solo cup, trying to pay attention to who was speaking to him—he almost thought it was his own conscious reminding him there were better things to be doing.

“you’re too cool for all this now?”

“something like that.”

you hummed, finishing up the pouring of the punch. you had honestly hoped to get more out of him, but his mouth was practically a steel trap and he didn’t seem exactly present, so you walked off with a nod.

it took him awhile to recognize you, and your name didn’t hit him until it was too late and you had already crossed the room.

**

a month later steve was parked outside of dustin’s house, tapping his fingers lightly against his car, humming to the song on the radio patiently waiting for dustin to come outside when you were walking to get your mail and your eyes caught onto the familiar burgundy BMW parked across the street. you slightly grinned from where you stood.

maybe you could get him this time.

“hey, stranger,” you slightly tipped your head as you bent down to see him properly through his rolled down window, smiling once he turned his head, almost shocked to see your face. “didn’t know you hung around here.”

“oh-i don’t-i-i’m just picking up a friend.”

oh he was already starting off so rough.

“right,” you leaned back to your normal posture, looking to the henderson house for recognition. “didn’t know you ran with the middle schoolers now.”

he nervously laughed, already knowing this would eventually happen; someone would find out that he was practically best friends with an eighth grader—really his only friend at the moment.

“don’t worry i won’t tell,” you winked just as dustin came stumbling down his front lawn to steve’s passenger seat, already taking note of you.

you were already beginning to walk away with your hands shoved into your jackets pockets and steve suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment almost, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“i’m sure it isn’t,” you called back to him.

“really, there’s more to it.”

“maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”

steve sighed seeing you were already on your own front lawn—therefore too far to continue to explain himself without seeming like a douche.

“who’s that?”

“huh?” steve almost forgot about dustin as he turned to face him.

“that girl, who is that?”

“oh, just some… girl who’s in my physics class,” he was already having a hard time trying to explain it. he felt caught.

“just some girl?” he quirked a brow, not believing the shallowness of the statement.

“what?”

“dude,” dustin already had that blunt look on his face that steve hated so much—something that made him feel dumb as he stared back, waiting for the explanation to his dumbfounded voice. “that’s not just some girl, that’s like.. some girl you want to take home.”

“what?” okay, now he was really lost.

“what’s her name?”

“i don’t know, y/n?”

“you don’t know?”

“yes, i do know, it’s y/n.”

“good,” dustin shook his head, “because you gotta get on that, man.”

“what, no,” steve’s face screwed up, slightly caught off guard with the suggestion. “no way.”

“what do you mean, steve. did you not see that, she was flirting with you.”

“you’re on something henderson,” steve shook his head. “she was not flirting with me.”

“‘maybe you can tell me about it sometime?’” dustin repeated your words, hoping to lay it out better for him, “dude, steve, if that doesn’t mean ‘let’s have a candle lit dinner’ then i don’t know what does.”

he has to think about it for a minute, his head slightly turning as he leans on his wheel, thinking over the conversation the both of you just had ten seconds ago, “oh, she was definitely flirting.”

“see!”

“there is no way you’re giving me advice on girls right now,” steve shook his head, now moving the car into drive. “there’s no way.”

“hey, someone’s gotta give it to you,” dustin shrugs, “you’re losing your touch, harrington.”

“shut up.”

**

it seemed now everywhere he went you appeared. and you were no longer initiating the encounters, it was more of steve’s eyes wandering and they happened to stumble upon you walking down the hall. he cursed himself for noticing you first and your eyes not being there to meet his.

he didn’t understand the feeling eating at his chest as time passed and he thought about you more and more and with barely knowing you. he really wasn’t even sure if the name he had for you was correct.

“thinking about her?”

“jesus, henderson,” steve slightly flinched as dustin fell into the seat next to him on the couch without warning.

“thinking about who?” robin’s ears perked as she suddenly took interest to the conversation just starting.

the three of them currently sat in steve’s basement for a movie night that had been constantly requested by both dustin and robin until steve finally caved—and was now deeply regretting.

“y/n y/l/n.”

good, he was right.

“really?” robins eyebrows raised in surprised. “not the typical bimbo you go for, this is new for you steve.”

“what do you mean.. y/n’s not a bimbo--i don’t go for bimbos.”

“my point exactly, it’s a little concerning,” robin slightly shrugs, “but i’m sorry my friend, you do in fact usually go for bimbos.”

“i do not-“ steve raises his hands before looking over to dustin for help but the boy only nods, having to agree with robin. “okay, whatever, i don’t even like her.”

dustin rolls his eyes, “who were you just thinking about then, huh?”

steve’s cheeks turn red and he can’t help but roll his eyes, “shove off, henderson.”

he begins to giggle, shoving an accusing finger into steve’s face, “you like someone.”

“yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” he slaps dustin’s finger out of his face but it doesn’t stop dustin from continuing to sing in mock.

“that’s a first,” robin huffs, “you sure this isn’t just another kelly situation where you think you’re in love but it’s actually just her butt?”

“who said anything about love, or like for that matter? you guys are just jumping ahead of yourselves.”

dustin continues to sing in the background as he hops foot to foot, making robin give him a pointed look, “match maker here seems to think it’s serious.”

“he’s delusional.”

“well,” robin slightly tips her head, “you have seem really distant recently, steve. and y/n y/l/n, whoo, i’d say she’s definitely an improvement from any past love interests.”

“you’re both delusional.”

**

“we gotta stop meeting like this.”

steve almost jumps, looking up through his car window to see your face. once again, you had caught him in the midst of your neighborhood and outside of dustin’s house.

“jesus,” he looks up to you, a lopsided smile twitching onto his lips, “you a stalker now, y/n?”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, harrington,” you smiled, shaking your head, standing up to your real posture. “i think you’re the one stalking since you are the one parked right across from my house.”

he scoffed, “you live right across-“

“from your eighth grade best friend?” you raised a brow, making him roll his eyes. “a little weird.”

“do you have anything else better to do than to be making fun of me?”

“no, not really,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, shaking your head.

he sighs, slightly shaking his own in thought, not knowing if he was about to regret what he was going to do next. he thinks, biting his lip before tilting his head, “get in.”

“excuse me?“

“hop in…my car?” he nods his head toward the passenger seat once more and it takes a minute for you, with your own thoughts, to decide whether or not this was a good idea. you think not, but you still round the car and get into the seat.

“this how you treat all your girlfriends?”

“maybe.”

“funny,” you shook your head, slightly smiling.

“what?”

“just never thought i’d be sitting in steve harrington’s car outside of little dusty henderson’s house.”

“now, why not?”

“oh, you’re too cool for me,” you say sarcastically, looking over to him.

“really, me?” he quirks a brow, smiling, but you could see confusion tainting his expression—he didn’t know if you were serious or not, or even what to make of your statement.

“really, you,” you nodded, “everyone worshipped you, steve… but then you just like disappeared, and even then people still worship you.” you frowned, not understanding the reverence of high school.

you liked steve, you didn’t mind him and had no problem with him, but the obsession some people had with him, you didn’t understand and you almost found quite annoying.

his disappearance and lack of attendance at parties and functions that “popular” kids attended to was something strange and unlike him. he was missed; you didn’t really care, but a lot of people did.

“yeah… right,” he sighed, looking down to his lap for a moment, thinking of all that had happened in the past year before looking back up to you. it seemed his mood was suddenly struck down at your sentence, but you didn’t understand why.

“why?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “there just seemed no point in them anymore.”

“right.”

“what, you don’t believe me?”

“not really.”

“wow,” he says, “and i suppose you find them so much fun, don’t you?”

“well, yeah.”

he narrowed his brows, “girl like you? there’s no way you do.”

“what do you mean by that?” you scowled at him, taking offense.

“i don’t mean it in a bad way,” he’s quick to defend, throwing up his arms, “all i’m saying is that… you seem better than that, y’know? i’ve noticed you before, and you’re not like… a lot of those girls.”

“thanks?” you don’t know if you should take it as a compliment, but you love the way he seems flustered, trying to explain, almost embarrassed.

“yeah,” his voice is low, barely above a whisper, almost not wanting to unsettle the awkward silence. he know turns to look at you, “you don’t-“

he’s interrupted once you lean forward, pressing your lips against his.

he’s surprised, almost not processing what was happening until it hit him like a rock all at once and he finally kissed you back. you couldn’t believe yourself. never had you ever been this bold, but it was now or never, and you had been waiting to do this for awhile.

his hand clasped the side of your face, his other placing on your waist, pulling you further and closer to him till some part of you that isn’t your lips, was touching him.

he smelled of soap and laundry detergent and whatever product was in his hair. he smelled good and you didn’t want to pull away, especially since he was a good kisser, a real good one.

the rumors weren’t wrong.

he moved slow, like he wasn’t worried about time, and his lips were perfectly in sync to yours. but steve was almost overwhelmed, worried that he’d mess up even as this was one of the things he was good at.

you now pulled away, breathing shallowly but smiling as you look to him with a sparkle in your eye. he smiled back, but was finding it hard to keep consistent eye contact.

“are you blushing?” you smiled, slowly pulling away from his body. “is the steve harrington blushing?”

“shut up,” he smiled, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek as he glanced to his lap. “you’re not looking so hot either.”

“shut up, harrington,” you rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him. “i’m getting out of the car now.”

“wait, why?” he’s eager now, watching you shift in your seat.

“because i’m pretty sure your boyfriend just got a show,” you jerk your thumb to dustin who’s standing on his porch with a wide smile. you look back to steve who curses under his breath. “don’t worry,” you get out of the car now, “we’ll see each other again… maybe.”

“oh, c’mon now,” he calls out to you as you round his car, making your way back to your own home, “don’t be like that… call me!”

“so,” dustin is suddenly in his front seat, grinning from ear to ear, “are you two a perfect match, or are you two a perfect match?”

navigation.

[marvelcriminalhoe]

His Sinful Devotion

Part 6

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20 Steve is late 30s early 40s), Dark, manipulation, blow job, daddy kink, face fucking, chocking, deep throating, tears, Steve is hardcore manipulative (I’m serious), reader is hardcore innocent, innocent kink, praise kink. Possessive kink. 18+ ONLY I think that’s all? Idk let me know if I’m missing something.

AN: I finally got my account to work! I'm so happy I can get this out now!! anyway here it is. I'm really excited for the part after this one, which will be the moment we've all been waiting for ;) until then, enjoy this :))

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Word Count: 1,675

Steve hadn’t felt this nervous in awhile. He knew everything had to be perfect, he wouldn’t settle for less. 

After the week at camp, getting to spend every night with you in his arms, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Having to go back to sleeping alone was the worst and Steve didn’t want to do it anymore, not when he knows what it’s like to sleep next to you now. He didn’t think it could get any better. 

He’s also tired of holding himself back, he wants you. Wants to ravish you. He wants to allow himself to completely take you as hard and rough as he wants without this worry. He used to think he had amazing self control until you came into his life, and now he’s tired of holding himself back. He deserves you. You were made to be his perfect, innocent, beautiful wife, and he was tired of not having all of you, all of the time. 

He’s also exhausted of playing this small town gentleman roll. The nice church guy act is draining, and the moment he has you completely in his clutches, a ring on your hand, your body claimed by his, the faster he can move out of this small town, somewhere new, and can just live without some type of mask on. 

Bucky is close behind him, making leeway with his own girl, and both men are just ready to retire, ready to have that white picket fence, perfect dotting wife, and a couple of kids. The perfect life they’ve always dreamed of having. 

And it will all start with you. 

And it will all start tonight. 

Steve will make sure it’s perfect. You deserve perfect. He loves you, truly. He’s utterly obsessed with you, would stop the world from spinning if you asked him to. He wants everything to be perfect, not because he’s afraid you’ll say no. 

He knows you wouldn’t deny him anything. 

But because he wants to give you the stars. Wants to give you a memory you’ll look back in fondly every time you’re asked to recall it. 

Your parents were thrilled when Steve asked for your hand. He didn’t think he really needed too, he’s played the game well enough to know you’re attached to him, to his will and permission, not your parents. But he still has to wear the mask for a little while longer. 

Just until he has you completely. 

Steve planned everything and knew it would turn out immaculate, until fucking Sharon opened her mouth. 

“Don’t you think this is all a little much?” 

Steve’s patience is wearing thin, mostly because he’s so sexually frustrated. Even with getting to explore and touch your body, he hasn’t been able to have it all, to bury his cock balls deep into your into your untouched cunt like he so desperately needs to. 

Your mother, being the pastor wife she is, insisted to Steve that the church women would help him prepare and set up everything. Her heart was in the right place he supposes, but having Sharon anywhere near him, especially after that mean girl stunt she pulled at the camp, makes his already waring patience, disappear completely. 

“No.” Steve has to physically make his jaw unclench, reminding himself now is not the time to lash out, when other ears are around, “This isn’t even close to being enough, actually. But I need to save something for the wedding and honeymoon.” 

The other women coo we him, admiring his love for you and wanting to do such romantic gestures, but the scowl on Sharon’s face only depends, and Steve knows he’s going to have to do something extreme soon to make sure she doesn’t ruin anything for you when it comes to the big day. 

He won’t allow anyone to ruin you. Only he’s allowed to do that. 

“I think it’s beautiful, Steve.” Your mom pipes up as everyone looks at the set up around the lake. There flower petals lining the ground all the way to the end of the dock, white roses along the railings. Fairy lights align the wall way from the dock to the cabin door. And inside the cabin, is a beautiful diner set up, set for two. Steve picked up the steak dinner from his favorite restaurant before he arrived here to make sure everything was set up exactly as he asked for it to be. 

Steve smiles, “Thank you.” Looking at all the women, “And thank you for helping set everything up.” 

“Of course. We are so happy you’re going to be apart of the family soon.” Your mother pats his shoulder. 

Steve nods, not bothering in telling her he plans on stealing you away from here the moment you say ‘I do’. Theres no need, and even if she knew and wanted to stop it, Steve knows she wouldn’t be able to. 

You became his the moment he laid eyes on you. 

He doesn’t feel nervous as he picks you up from your house, doesn’t feel nervous as you ask him where you’re going for date night, he doesn’t even feel nervous when he finally pulls up to the front of the cabin, perfect timing, the sun starting to set over the water as he leads you down the path of rose petals. 

Your heart starts beating a little faster, knowing something was up the moment Steve answered your questions with a cog smirk or wink. Of course, you could be wrong, Steve is extremely romantic, but the whispers around church revolving your relationship have been growing louder and louder since camp, wedding bells being faintly heard in the air. 

It’s something you’ve been thinking about more of as well. If the courtship you and steve have is meant to grow into a marriage. Everyone says it is, says he’s perfect, and he has been nothing but perfect for you. You’ve never experienced a relationship, never experienced anything other than Steve. And even if there was a part of you that was unsure, a part that was scared of a forever type of ending with him, you would ignore it. 

Steve is perfect. He is everything to you. He listens to you. Talks to you. He adores you. 

And you adore him. 

Which is why the yes slips through your lips before your mind even fully registers the question. 

You would say yes to anything he asked of you. 

Which is also why you say yes when Steve asks if you could do him a favor. He’s been so stressed out with planning everything for you, it’s only right you help him. He loves when you help destress him and you love that you get to repay him for everything he does for you. 

So you sit on your knees, just as Steve’s taught you to do, as he stands in front of you, softly caressing your face. You watch as he unbuckles his belt, pulling his slacks down to reveal his hardening cock. 

You take it in your hands, warm and throbbing, just as he’s taught you, moving it up and down as you add small kitten licks. 

Once it’s wet enough, you kiss the tip, before wrapping your lips around him, sucking the sweet and tangy precum into your mouth, just as he’s taught you, Steve groaning heavily above you. 

You remember to look up at him, trying to keep your eyes open as he looks down at you, he’s taught you that he likes it like that, likes watching you, as Steve slowly starts to thrust into your mouth, hands on the side of your head as he goes deeper and deeper down your throat. 

The moans Steve let’s out send tingles down your spine, shock waves to course through your body. Steve is an Adonis of a man, a Greek god sculpted into perfection. He’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on, and you can’t believe you get such a reaction from him. 

Trying to keep your eyes open as his thrusts grow deeper is hard, his hands move from your cheeks to the back of your head, tangling into your hair, pulling and pushing. Your eyes fill with tears, begging to roll down your cheeks as you gag on the girth of Steve’s cock.

“So good. Such a good girl for me.” Steve rasps out, his voice straining from the feel of your throat constricting around him as he fucks it. He knows he should slow down, not be so rough. Your delicate, an angel, someone that needs to be treated with care and love. 

But Steve is pent up from not having you completely, he has to release it somehow before he blows up completely. That, with the knowledge that soon he will get all of you, own all of you, pushes him over the edge, making him fuck your face harder and faster, not caring when your gags get mixed with chocks, or when your tears spill over completely. Not caring that your hair that was done so nicely done for the night, is tangled in his fingers. Not caring when your hands are on his thighs, nails digging into his skin, as he forced your throat to take all of him, over and over. 

“You’re mine, right baby? All mine.” He tells you, not stopping his assault as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge, “Forever mine. Fucking mine.” 

He comes down your throat with a growl and hard thrust, keeping your head pushed down on him as you try and swallow all of his cum around his cock. When he finally lets you up, he wipes your tears as you catch your breath. Kneeling down so he’s the same height as you. 

Steve kisses your forehead, grabbing your hand with the beautiful diamond on it, softly caressing his thumb over it, “I’ll love you forever.” He promises, “I can’t wait until your Mrs.Rogers.” 

And you believe him. You’ll always believe him. 

Just like he’s taught you to do. 

***********

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[mistiell]

Dates Arcane Characters Would Like to Go on

Viktor

- Your first date was a coffee date.

- After knowing him for awhile, you noticed he rarely gets time out of the lab and when he does, he’s normally fucking exhausted

- So when you decided to ask him out, you figured going to get coffee would be a good first date.

- He would’ve been happy no matter where you went, though, cause he was like “Omg, they actually asked me out????”

- once you guys get comfy together in a relationship, I think he’d like to continue the tradition of going back to that same café where you had your first date.

- He makes sure to block out time at least twice a month for your dates.

- He’s aware that he tends to get hyper focused on his work and he wants to make sure you know you’re important to him.

- He also leaves himself reminders ‘cause he knows if he doesn’t, there is a very big chance he will forget-

- Another thing he likes to do is order food and cuddle up on the couch with you on days where he wants time with you but doesn’t feel like going out.

- I’m not entirely sure if this counts as a date, but he loves taking naps with you. His favourite place to sleep is in your arms.

Jayce

- Took you out to dinner for your first date.

- He wasn’t entirely sure what you’d want to do so he just went with the safest option

- Later on in your relationship, he loves to go on hikes with you. Brings a picnic and everything.

- If you’re not into that, though, he loves to take you to the park to have picnics there instead.

- Will cook for you at home too. He’s not the greatest at it, but it’s edible so that’s a plus.

- Please tell him he did a good job, he really does try his best-

- He also loves taking you to galas and academy events as his date.

- The man just loves to show you off, tbh. He’s so happy to be able to call you his.

Silco

- Your first date was at a high end restaurant in Zaun.

- He rented out the whole thing so it could be just you two.

- Still does that just because he can and he likes to have you to himself.

- However, and this came as a bit of a surprise to you, he actually likes to just stay home and relax with you.

- Running everything he does everyday can be so tiring

- Sometimes, he just wants some love from you

- Will NEVER admit it, though.

- He cooks dinner with you and runs a bath for the two of you

- He even lets you put a face mask on him when he knows for sure no one will be interrupting-

Vi

-She took you out for drinks on your first date

- Later on, she likes to take you out for dinner at this little restaurant she found that’s in one of the calmer areas of Zaun.

- She also likes parkour-ing around the city with you, if you’re into that sort of thing

- if you don’t know how, she’ll gladly teach you

- Can’t promise she won’t laugh when you inevitably fall on your face, though.

- She’ll be concerned, of course, but she’s definitely gonna laugh as she helps you up.

Jinx

- Your first date was actually a complete surprise to you

- She took you out to test some of her new inventions and announced it was a date halfway through

- Now, hear me out

- painting dates

- once y’all get comfy, these are a regular occurrence. She plans them every week.

- She loves painting, she loves you, it’s the perfect combination!

- She even lets you spray paint one of the walls in her room.

- Displays every single piece of artwork you create somewhere. Doesn’t matter what it is, it’s going on a wall.

- She’s run out of space in her room? No problem! She’ll just have to start hanging things up in The Last Drop!

- Silco is physically unable to stop her. Every time he has someone take it down, it ends up right back where it was before. He just has to live with the new decor.

Mel

- In a word, your first date was Extravagant.

- She took you out to the finest restaurant in Piltover. Bought your outfit and everything.

- And this outfit was fucking EXPENSIVE. I’m talkin’ real gold accents, the most luxurious fabrics available. She even got it tailored to fit you perfectly.

- You lowkey felt bad for having her spend that much on you, but she assured you that she wanted to.

- She doesn’t tone it down later on in the relationship, either. There is nothing she loves more than spoiling you.

- Like Jayce, she also likes showing you off at galas and other events. She’ll buy you new outfits, jewlery, everything just to show off how ethereal you are to everyone in attendance.

- And if you ever buy her an outfit for a date?

- You best believe she is wearing it with pride and bragging about how you were the one who picked it out for her.

- If you aren’t one for going out all that much, she’s also chill with staying home.

- She orders food for you guys and draws a bath with the most high quality soaps and bath salts available

- You have no idea what they do, but they smell nice so you aren’t complaining-

- She just loves to pamper you and take care of you in any way that she can. She wants you to feel appreciated.

[compaculaaa]

SP being a bastard and not recognizing EO as his sister anymore because of a mistake he refuses to acknowledge is such a bitch move (I need to see Op giving him a beating; also, creator's reactions/opinions on the subject) I'd imagine that Op and Elita would grow to be so much closer, and that both creators are starting to regret all that xenophobia/organicphobia propaganda

Also, at which point everyone is willing to go to cure her?, I mean, in canon she was isolated from everyone and therefor willing to do pretty much anything to cure herself, but now? She has the support of her only brother, and maybe her creators

We need to know about that Perceptor incident...

He’s just a lil bitch who’s afraid of spooders. Of course OP would argue with him about this and it would get very heated (almost becoming physical) and tension would still exist among them. When the creators hear about Sentinels behaviour that was when the fact she was organic went straight out the window and all they saw was their daughter. Sentinel would also argue with his creators except more tense now and eventually he became so much of a bitch Ultra almost expelled HIM from autobot academy and Alpha gave him a good slap on the face. So in the end Sentinel had to try and look out for Elita while also trying to avoid her as much as possible, which Optimus can clearly see him doing.

This was supposed to bring all the siblings together and I’m sure after a long time Sentinel would have to accept Elita for who she is and she’ll forever be his sister. When they were younger Alpha used to read all 3 sparklings stories on how brave autobot warriors slayed evil organics from other planets and their disgusting nature, what’s worse is that HE wrote all their bedtime stories so HE engrained it in their minds. He regrets it so bad and (hesitantly) erased all the books from the archives. Ultra is now contemplating his current planned route of enslaving certain organics and eventually calls the plan off (Cus of his daughter lol). The council then decides to etch away from the “organic bad” propaganda for awhile.

Her creators are fucking powerful they can ask the science division to find a cure (with her consent of course) to which Elita immediately agrees to. The science division can be very cold to her especially in her new state except for maybe Wheeljack Cus he’s awesome like that, but her brother(s eventually) and creators will always be by her side no matter what.

Ok time for the Perceptor thing. Once Perceptor and Wheeljack found a cure they called Elita in to enact it, Optimus was there to keep an eye and as emotional support for Elita. Unfortunately the procedure was incredibly painful and Elita was screaming and scratching her restraints in pain begging them to stop. Optimus and Wheeljack demanded Perceptor to stop it immediately however he could not feel pity for the girls screams. Only to get the job done. So Optimus and Wheeljack had to manually turn the contraption off and once it shut down Elita immediately went out of conscious. She woke up in a medical berth with her brother and creators by her side. She was glad the pain was gone but was disappointed once she looked down at her still organic hands. Ultra and Alpha were reprimanding Percy for his actions and Wheeljack felt abit to blame as well. But Percy just continues to stare, emotionless. Once they were walking alone Wheeljack asks Perceptor if this would’ve happened if he had his emotions. To which Perceptor once again replies logically. Creators had to go settle more things with the science division while Optimus stayed with Elita for comfort. Sentinel eventually came and bought one of their “dumb old story books” that Trion used to read to them. So they spent the night reading it together like old times.

Ultra and Alpha storm back to the medical room after scolding the whole science division. They wanted to be their for their daughter and make sure she’s alright. However upon seeing Sentinel, Optimus and Elita all asleep together like little sparklings again, they think she’s gonna be fine

[moonlightsweatheart]

Chapter 5 - Who are you ?

You may have told your friends that everything was fine, you still felt like hell.

Between the recent death of your cat, your dad loosing his job, your new bad grade and the fact that you were sick for three days straight, you were feeling very tired, physically and mentally.

You needed to feel arms around you, kinds words and gestures that would make you feel loved, and you knew exactly where to go for that.

Rosalyn's house was not far away from yours. Already crying, you gave weaks knocks on the door, hoping that she would be home.

The door opened and you felt relieved for an instant but surprise got all over your face as you realised the person in front of you wasn't your highschool bestfriend.

"Um...You- Who are you ?"

"I could ask you the same. Where is Rosalyn ? I know this is her house. I came here less than a week ago."

"She left with Ajax to buy some snacks. I'm guessing you're that one bestfriend she had from highschool ?"

"That's it."

You stayed in a strange and uncomfortable silence for some time but your eyes started watering again and the guy sighed.

"Pretty sure Rosalyn would beat me up if i don't let you in. Come here."

He let you in and close the door behind you. You follow him into the living room and take a seat in the cough. He stayed in the middle of the room, probably not knowing what to do.

"Why are you crying ?"

"I'm not."

"Yeah, don't think i'm stupid. If you don't want to talk just say it, i couldn't care less."

By the description Rosalyn gave you of her friends, you guessed this one was Kunikuzushi. In any other situation, you would probably have made some effort to get to know him, but right know you didn't care about it.

Your hands were shaking, but you were trying to keep your composure. There was no way this guy would have a good reaction seeing someone he doesn't know crying.

"When did they leave ? Do you think they will be back soon ?"

"I have no idea. Ajax always take hours in the shop so if i was you i wouldnt hope too much from them."

Your heart broke again. You were expecting some comfort from Rosalyn but maybe it would be better to leave her alone ? She was having a nice evening with her friends. The comfort could wait.

"I'm going home."

He looked at you weirdly as you stand up, trying to leave.

But against your will, you suddently broke down crying in the middle of the living room, your whole body shaking as you were trying to get back your breath.

You felt miserable, crying for almost nothing like that in front of a guy who didn't even know you. You wanted nothing more than to dissapeare forever.

"Here."

You felt a hand rubbing your back as another one was handing you a tissue. You take it and dry your tears before blowing your nose.

As you look up, you see his disgusted face as he kept rubbing your back.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not good at comforting people. Just keep that used tissue away from me."

His face made you laugh a little, calming you down unconsciously.

After awhile, you cleaned your face and threw the tissue in the trash.

You sat down in the cough and the guy did the same.

"By the way, my name is Yn. Thanks for being here, even tho you didn't really had a choice."

"Yeah, i did not have the choice. And i don't really care about your name."

"I was just being polite."

"I don't need other friends."

"Okay. What's your name ?"

He looked at you with confusion and frowned.

"I just said i didn't need any other friends."

"I just want to know your name, i don't want to be your friend. You are insuffurable."

"You don't get to tell me that when i just listened to you cry for an hour."

"Sorry, sorry. So your name ?"

"Kunikuzushi. And shut up now."

"See ? Wasn't hard." you smile at him.

"Sleep and shut up."

He doesn't add anything else and neither do you. You don't even get to see Rosalyn and Ajax before falling asleep in her couch.

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Request for anon: Hi!!!! i love our writing and i just knew you could do this! Could you do one with a father Aizawa and a gender nuetral chil reader, who is jealous of Midoriya. Because when Midoriya harnesses his quirk Aizawa be happy dadzawa but when the reader was like 6 or 7 and harnessed theirs he said like " Work harder." Or the world won't want a weak hero and stuff and thats why they hate Midoriya and stuff? IT IS SOO FINE OF YOU CANT!! THANKS <3

•Midoriya is nice.

• He's /so/ fucking nice

• He has a nice smile

• His freckles are nice

• His attitude is great

• He goes out of his way to make sure people are okay

• Which makes it worse and pisses you off more.

• You've been jealous of him for awhile- please he's the center of attention for everyone

• But that isn't your problem

• He's the center of attention for your own dad.

• At least it seemed that way.

• Shota Aizawa, your father, was a teacher at U.A.

• He was bound to get attached to students, that's what teachers are supposed to do

• But..it felt like you were on the back burner and not enough

• when you develop your quirk, you dad gives you a speech

• You're first sucess with your quirk, your father tells you to work harder

• And that's all it ever is

• "work harder"

• "you should be farther along by now,"

• "this isn't a joke, why are you treating it that way?"

• there wasn't a good job or a congrats or praise

• But there was with midoryia

• who got all of it.

• he got good jobs and impresseds

• He got way to go kid and that was smart

• At the beginning of the year you liked him

• He was friendly and funny and he seemed like a cool dude

• He was a cool dude and you hated him- yourself even more for that

• You couldn't ever hate him, not truly.

• Not even when your father praised him, took him under his wing, focused on him

• Even shinsou- you didn't hate him. You were great friends with him.

• But Midoriya irked you, even if you couldn't find it in you to talk behind his back or fuck him over

• Your jealousy for the boy only grew as your fathers praise to him grew and his words to you grew distanced.

• And yet you still thrived for the man's approval

• You wanted to be recognized

• You wanted validation

• You wanted praise and approval.

• You wanted love.

• You stopped speaking to Midoriya, completely. The poor boy didn't deserve a blow up from you, it wasn't his fault.

• Contact to him stopped. His conversation muted unless it was to the class Group Chat

• Your seat? Unfortunately still near him, was no longer an issue if you just ignored his presence

• If your group was hanging put with him that day, you'd skip with some dumb homework excuse.

• No one said anything

• Aside from shinsou that is.

• The smart-ass always had something to say

• "You can't just ignore your problems forever."

"I'm not, till talking to you."

"Funny. But seriously. He's going to question it if he hasn't already. Word gets around.."

• In all seriousness, shinsous worried. He's really worried.

• He's watching you distance yourself from people, from midoryia- hell the only reason the two of you still talk on a daily basis is because he forces it.

• You don't mind, of course, he know that. You did the same to him when his mental health had declined.

• But he sees you're doing it for validation

• Amd he knows Aizawas words aren't malicious. You're his kid, he's worried and wants you to survive over anyone else.

• Doesn't mean how he's going about it is right.

• and it isn't long before you start taking physical training to the max too.

• After class you train for hours until dinner.

• Sometines you miss it; sometimes you don't get home until much later.

• One day in particular though, you start training on a Saturday morning

• He tells you to be smart, keep hydrated and take breaks before he leaves for the day

• Only to come back at dusk to you still training

• "Quirks are currency shinsou,"

"That doesnt-"

"I have to get stronger, no one's going to want a weak hero"

"Y/N please- you've been out here all day. It's hot and muggy and you've barley eaten anything. You need breaks. You can't be a strong pro hero if you die of heat exhaustion." He takes your arm and pulled it down from the punching bag. "You're worrying me."

"I'm not strong enough," you mumble. "Dads right,"

• Eventually Midoriya starts to question why you're ignoring him

• He doesn't think he's done anything wrong

• Maybe he said the wrong thing? But what even is the wrong thing? What could he have said?

• After one particularly rough morning, you're struggling with something

• You're already pissed and ready for the day to be over.

• And it's only 10 in the fucking morning

• And Midoriya, desperate to heal what he once had with a friend (you), walks over to help

"Hey," he starts. "You look like you need some help?"

You pause, glancing in his direction for only a moment. "Go sit down," You mutter.

"I just want to help-"

"I don't need your fucking help. You are the LAST thing I need," you snap. "Who the fuck would /ever/ need you?" You grab your bag and shove him back, leaving the classroom.

The class quiets.

• Midoriya didn't deserve it, no. You knew that.

• You also knew that you weren't in the place to go back to school, so you didn't.

• You took the day off, wandering the streets of your prefecture

• Shinsous blowing up your phone

• Katsuki is too.

• Katsukis upset, you would be too if someone spoke to your friend that way

• Everyone else is too on edge to text you, they're worried though.

• Of course, they go to Aizawa.

• They tell him what happened and how you've been acting

• And he nods quietly and says he'll take care of it.

• Shinsou finally finds you at the Cafe you frequent and he quietly sits across from you

• "you should be in school," you mumble

"So should you."

It's quiet for a few moments before you speak again. "I think I'm going to leave U.A. Mom lives in Miyagi, they've got some nice highschools there. I talked to her over the phone last night."

"What? What no, you can't?"

"Why not, Hitoshi?"

"Because you're a hero-"

"I'm not. I'm not a fucking hero. I haven't made any successes while I've been here, I haven't developed anything, Dad was right."

"You dad was wrong. He's wrong. He's- He's worried one day you're not going to come home. Or when you do you won't be in one piece, so he's pushing you and pushing you," he took your hand gently. "You're strong. You're going to be a great hero. You've already accomplished more than you know."

"I blew up at Midoriya today," you slide him your drink and he takes a sip.

"I know." He nods. "But that's okay, we can deal with it later." He squeezed your hand.

"Yeah, later,"

• It's very much later by the time you reach your dorm.

• The day Shinsou moved to the 1A dorms was the day you'd rejoice

• Your bag is tossed to the side and you make your way to the kitchen and freeze.

• Aizawa is sitting at the table, facing you.

"Your friends are worried about you,"

Yous scoff. "Yeah I'm sure they are."

"Midoryias worried about you."

"I really don't care."

"You shouldn't have snapped at him." Aizawa sighs.

"Thats-" you take a deep breath. Of course he only cared about Midoriya. "Typical." You move to the fridge to get something to drink.

"I..apologize," he begins. "'It's come to my attention that I haven't exactly been the best father to you since your mother left,"

"You think?" You muttered.

"I'm worried. I'm scared."

You look up at him.

"The world is cruel. And I've lost so many students to hero work in the years I've taught, I wouldn't be able to handle it if I lost you to. But it seems I'm already down the path." He stood up and walked over to you. "You're my kid, I love you more than the moon and the stars, I want you to stay safe. Above everyone else, above all else, I want you to come home." He kisses your forehead.

"It'd be nice to get a good job every once in awhile. Everyone else does." You mutter, looking down.

"You are doing great, you know. I don't say it nearly enough but you impress me everyday."

• It's...a little awkward after that, neither of you know how to process emotion so after two days you just pretend like it never happened

• You quietly apologize to Midoriya and wall away before he can respond before pretending like that didn't happen either

• You're not expecting him to want to be your friend

• But he's very adamant on texting you, inviting you out, walking with you you to class

• 1A becomes whole again

• But Shota does ease up, you get the good jobs, the praise, the validation

• And you eat it up to be frank, you fucking love it.