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brvdleymilligan · 3 years

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HLO slinks in thru a bead curtain.......... truly sry this took me so long to concoct bt i’m here now, hand on hip, smiling coyly at u all...... i’m nai n i’m rly excited to b here so i’ll just dive right in!! u can find bradley’s pinterest board here n her muse tag here. like this or hmu for plots!

[ cis female, she/her, margaret qualley , twenty-four ] i can’t be sure, but i think i just saw BRADLEY MILLIGAN drive onto the parkway. don’t they know we’re not supposed to be driving on that haunted road right now? maybe it has to do with the fact that they’re so +RESILIENT and -VOLATILE that makes them feel UNPHASED about everything going on. i guess we could also chalk it up to the fact that they’re always reminding me of LEMON IN A FRESH CUT, THE AMBER BLINK OF AN ANGRY ALLEY CAT, GRINNING WITH BLOOD ON YOUR TEETH. either way, i hope they get back safely. [ nai, she/her, 24, gmt ]

aesthetics: singeing a hole in your fishnets with the cherry of a menthol, spitting a pistachio behind the bar just to hear it ping off the nozzle top bottles, lemon in a fresh cut, a war torn poppy standing alone in an empty field, pressing thumbs to yellow bruises, stomping over flowerbeds when there’s a path right besides it, dangling over ledges just to feel your chest jolt, a snarling rottweiler that needs muzzling, limp feet poking out behind a door, ‘I PROMISE I DON’T BITE’ scrawled on a name tag, slapping a bald head in front of you at the cinema like it’s a bongo, not owning a single jacket that isn’t stolen, driving a stranger’s car down the wrong lane against the screaming traffic, hair more feral than a wolf cub and eyes smudgier than a coal mine.

BACKGROUND:

ok SO. her father owns a strip club in crescent hill named no angels. it’s kind of.... a seedy establishment i won’t lie. hs a red glowing sign like it’s lighting up a window in amsterdam. cigarette butts floating in oil slick puddles outside. unsavoury characters crawling all over like rats in a sewer. despite this it’s a legitimate business on the surface of things n it does pretty well in trade. it’s like.... that place people warn u NOT to have ur bachelor party at unless u fancy urself the type tht willingly enters a lion’s den bt tht almost??? adds to the allure in a way??? ppl r like wow so sketchy it’s the thrill of a lifetime........ i mean run while u still can bt go off i guess

it isn’t Confirmed Public Knowledge bt it’s pretty heavily implied thru the rumour mill that bradley’s father is the head of a gang of rly............ Not Nice people. all the ppl that work for him u would hands down NOT want to run into in a dark alley. while things seem legitimate on the suface it’s pretty clear they’re into shady dealings n the townsfolk that suspect that would indeed b correct! the club’s a front for a drug business n they’re also washing n running counterfeit cash thru it. they probably also have their hands dipped into a few other local businesses to run their cash thru these too n keep it all seemingly by the books so nobody comes sniffing around. they even r friends with a member of local law enforcement that’s working w them for a cut so they honestly have all bases covered to keep things airtight n foolproof. perhaps a business in reed too which bradley oversees bt i haven’t given this Too Much thought as of yet??

so ya she’s grown up fairly local most of her life n would maybe be known around town as such.................. the milligans r certainly Interesting as far as families go so like. it honestly wldn’t surprise me if ppl nudge elbows when they see one of them coming n immediately walk in the opposite direction. just quite an intimidating presence...... they’re like caged animals where ur specifically instructed NOT to stick ur fingers between the bars bc they WILL bite

on a more personal note her dad is pretty much the worst human being alive n bradley hs like….. a lot of issues with herself as a result of years of toxicity n abuse

in terms of more family bkground info her mum’s name was alyssa n she vanished when bradley was 12. jst like…. into thin air. nothing. no note. zilch. gan! n when bradley asked her dad abt it his response was essentially “guess she didn’t love us enough to stay”. as bradley’s got older tho n become (without intention) more involved in the business side of things, it’s become pretty clear there was far more to the story.

(abuse tw) they had a horrible marriage n tony ws emotionally manipulative at the best of times, violent at worst, which didn’t help the fact tht alyssa ws struggling a lot w severe depression n rly just… not in the mindset to b dealing w anything else, even where motherhood ws concerned. bradley p much… would look after her a lot n they’d both b scared of her dad n it was just a whole unhealthy mess.

(death implied tw) anyway im rambling bt basically tony (bradley’s dad) gt wind of alyssa sleeping w men tht worked fr him n he just… got rid. bradley’s kind of worked out over the yrs tht her mum didn’t jst leave on her own accord n tht something must hav happened to her bt she’s too scared of her dad to ever directly accuse him

when her mum went all of her dad’s cruelty pretty mch got channelled straight onto her. it ws diluted between two before bt as u can probably imagine her upbringing was jst…. a steep downhill decline

(drugs implied tw) she learnt ways 2 deal w the incurring trauma bt they weren’t healthy ones at all! bsically jst. will do or take anything fr the distraction. chases a thrill like it’s the only way to remind her she’s alive. has absolutely no regard fr her own wellbeing n often gets other ppl in trouble too bc she’s so insatiably reckless

(hospitalisation tw) she hd….2 separate stints of psychiatric hospitalisation n she never tlks abt it. like ever. acknowledging she’s been vulnerable is her worst nightmare n bc of the way her dad raised her she always thinks any sign of struggling within herself is weakness. truly does…. not kno how to properly emotion

CUT TO!!!! the present. she’s currently living at the motel which is like. the least homely place she cld ever live rly but bradley loves making her life uncomfortable n doesn’t rly believe in growing sentimentally attached to anything if she cn help it <3 probably gets into arguments all the time w her neighbours it’s a whole thing.... atrocious at feeding herself has breakfasts frm the vending machine like her organs aren’t screaming fr vegetables.... plays music too loud n sometimes vanishes for days at a time without a word. she’s a lot.

i honestly feel like the murders haven’t rly phased bradley too hugely....... i won’t lie she probably genuinely is like. oh maybe it’s smthn to do w my dad. n just blinks the other way not rly that phased. on some subconscious level i think she rly just thinks........ death follows her wherever she goes n is like. this is just life for me! kind of depressing. holds her hand bt then screams n pulls away when she inevitably bites me.

PERSONALITY:

the kind of sour cherry only certain people have a taste for

once drank a bottle of whiskey, insisted she could still do a cartwheel and accidentally kicked an old man’s front tooth out in the process. proceeded 2 collapse into a flower bed and laugh so much abt it that she cried

barely takes anything seriously 50% of the time and is angry the other 50%

if she was a coffee she’d be black with five grains of sugar that you couldn’t taste until the last sip

(alcoholism tw) high functioning alcoholic. if u ever see her w a coffee cup u jst kno tht one sniff will confirm high alcohol percentage. honestly idk hw she does it her liver must b yellin

loyal to a point of fault. if she cares abt u (rare) and u murder a man in cold blood (not so rare in the broad scheme of bradley’s life) she’ll brawl anyone that says ur guilty

honestly wld probably fight a person over anything. sometimes she’ll jst be having a bad day n she’ll burst n take it out on whoever says the wrong thing. minefield!

has the worst luck in romance…. ever. ALL her past bfs hav been absolute beasts n as a result she has the ‘romance is dead n love is a lie’ mentality. definitely NOT a romantic. very cut n dry abt these things. sex is mostly just sex n she’d kind of scoff at anyone that wanted more from her

mostly wears stolen clothes from strangers and jackets that swamp her. huge chunky stomping boots with steel toe caps that would RLY bruise if they gave u a kick. hair is p much always a wild mess n she usually hs kind of smudgy/smoky makeup bcos apparently she’s allergic to combs and generally looking presentable… relatable content. the only time she rly looks put together is when she has to do something/go somewhere/see someone on behalf of her father....... he kind of uses her as a sort of. honey pot sometimes fr shit his gang get up to it’s like. not! a way u should ever utilise ur daughter but :/ i cannot stress enough how much i wna drop kick him in the neck

she’s v sarcastic. blunt. kind of has a habit of…. assessing a person n she’s quite perceptive bc she’s been trained to b by the way she always has to monitor her dad’s expression fr the slightest emotion change. she’s very confident n can p much mke a conversation out of whatever if she feels like it. independent too like she hs a bunch of (predominantly surface connection) friends bt she doesn’t care abt going out places alone n does this often. she’s probably kind of known around town bt itd b a 50/50 balance between bein known as intimidating n bein known as that one girl tht always gets into anarchy

likes: drunken snow angels that drag on so long they flirt with pneumonia, stealing cars, throwing watermelons off rooftops to watch them explode, shooting pedestrian’s with bb guns from hidden spots on rooftops.

dislikes: telling the truth, tulips so yellow it’s like they’re gloating, playing music loud enough to fry your brain and serve it on a piece of toast, going home.

PLOTS:

someone tht works at the ‘no angels’ strip club?? either as a dancer or bartender or whtever. just a forewarning it’s probably gna b a pretty….. seedy and Not That Pleasant environment bc it’s like. a crime hotspot inevitably bc it’s a gang hangout so. ur chara wld truly be in fr a rollercoaster ride to say the least

(drugs tw) she deals coke fr her dad’s gang so perhaps ur muse buys off her

anyone….. she’s brawled in the past like. she’s literally a menace i cnt express this enough. wil jst randomly throw a drink in someone’s face fr no reason bc she’s bored. she’s probably pissed off 1000 diff ppl in 1000 diff ways. the possibilities r endless n i jst think tht’s a sexy prospect!

fwbs perhaps??? exes??? (probably ws a tumultuous relationship honestly bradley is. a handful...... it’s also rly not often she ties herself down tbh so this would maybe have to b discussed/be circumstantial/kind of rare)

mayb someone tht she met at an aa meeting when she hd to go fr a court mandated thing one time after bein arrested fr public indecency. i feel like there’s probably a rly expensive statue somewhere thts fancily sculpted n she like. did a flying kick n broke the dick of it off n gt arrested fr it

ppl she……. Goes Wild Goes Crazy w. truly jst the most self destructive person alive so anyone w a similar mindset wld b a hellish bt fun combination

on the contrary a gd influence cld b nice perhaps? like someone tht genuinely cares abt her n she jst doesn’t kno hw to compute it

maybe people who r her neighbours that live at the motel too??

OH it could b fun if ur muse runs or works at a local business maybe like. a bar? idk? n bradley n ur muse have developed a rapport bc she frequents the place n is................ a Character

um. honestly the world’s our oyster. hmu n we cn brainstorm if none of tht catches ur eye!

#parkway.intro #abuse tw #death tw #drugs tw #hospitalisation tw #alcoholism tw #depression tw #i believe tht covers it...........#FLINGS this like a harpoon

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wichols · 4 years

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Friday the 13th Date Story Time

Now that we have all successfully survived the most recent Full Moon/Friday the 13th week it feels right to finally post this story!

Let me set the scene!

It’s 2009. I am a sweet 15 year old Sophomore going out on one of her first official dates with her 18 year old Senior football player boyfriend. We had been dating for probably a month (or less) at this point. And he wants to take me to the movies. Now I bet you are thinking, “surely they would go to a feel good, romantic, sweet movie right?” Well I hate to break this to you but he ended up taking me to the premier to Friday the 13th.

Yep. You read that right. We ended up going to a rated R horror film for our first date. And let me do you one better. In 2009, the first Friday the 13th fell in February. So Friday the 13th then the following day February 14th- Valentine's Day. Swing and a miss. Potential lovey-dovey date squandered.

And let me tell you I am weak for a bad boy type. This guy was no good for me and I did not care. He smoked. Blared angsty punk music in his sleek silver sporty car. Had a tattoo and his septum pierced. My young impressionable mind and heart were smitten.

He kept me out late and my parents were not strict in the slightest. Basically, as long as I was not doing anything illegal (drugs, underage drinking, committing petty crimes) I was free to do whatever. Hindsight a 15 yr old dating an 18 yr old could have been problematic considering at the time (he told me later when we dated a second time- don’t worry he changed- ps he really didn’t change at all) he only wanted to date me cause he thought he could get into my pants (TOTALLY WOULD HAVE BEEN ILLEGAL- age of consent in that state is/was 17).

Anyways, now you know. Let’s continue to this trainwreck of a date.

He pulls up to my house to pick me up for our date. Then informs me that we have one more stop to make before we go to the next town over to the movie theater. We end up picking up one of his friends. So one of my first official date with my boyfriend now includes a third wheel of a friend. What in the actual? So I was a little peeved at the beginning and should have foreshadowed just how bad this night was going to be for me. So my boyfriend, myself, third wheel guy make our way to the movie theater. Since it is the opening night it is PACKED. And we didn’t necessarily arrive early so you beggers can’t be choosers when it comes to seating.

So we find a place where we can all sit together. It is in the front section of the theater and on the end near the isle. It looks a little like this.

(Isle)Third Wheel - Myself - Boyfriend - Empty Seat - Rest of the row filled with people.

T-5 more minutes left before the lights dim and the upcoming previews start playing. We are all chatting about stuff and both guys are making fun of me because I admitted that I am a little jumpy when it comes to horror films and its not my fault if I accidentally scream or yell. They both laugh it off and tell me not to worry.

T-4 minutes till dimmed lights. All of us were looking forward at the screen when all of a sudden a familiar voice catches my boyfriend’s attention. It is none other than his recent ex-girlfriend. This girl was not a short fling but they dated for over a year. She and I are nothing alike personality-wise because not only have I not had sex with my boyfriend I am also not a crazy person. So she repeats herself.

Ex-Girlfriend: “Can I sit in that seat?”

Boyfriend: *Looks at the empty seat beside him* “Sure we can scoot over and make room.”

Ex-Girlfriend: “Everyone doesn’t have to move I’ll just take the empty seat in the middle.”

Boyfriend: “Ok.”

So now our seating looks like this.

(Isle)Third Wheel - Myself - Boyfriend - Ex-Girlfriend - Rest of the row filled with people.

I wish I was kidding. Really. I do. So at this point I am not even happy a little. I had compromised up to this point with the extra person, the movie selection, and the poking fun. I am generally a fun, bright ray of sunshine but not tonight. If I had any kind of backbone back then I would have said something or done something. But I did not. So instead of saying something, I resigned myself to sitting through this awful hour and a half movie fuming.

But friends it gets better. And by better I mean worse.

T-2 minutes till movie time.

A loud group of tipsy/drunk adults (4 total drunks in this group) stumbles into the theater looking for some seats. They sit approximately five rows directly behind us. All of a sudden a woman starts yelling.

“EX-GIRLFRIEND’S NAME! EX-GIRLFRIEND’S NAME!”

That’s right folks. One of those drunks was this girl’s mom and her friends. They end up getting reprimanded by staff and that ended that.

PREVIEWS START

Again, I am beyond mad at the circumstances that have lead up to this point. Third wheel guy and I share comments between each other throughout the movie. Boyfriend attempts redemptive handholds throughout the movie that was unsuccessful. In fact, I was so mad I was leaning and practically facing third wheel guy. My body language said, “Absolutely fucking not.”

If my memory serves me right we broke up less than a month later (pretty much right around my 16th birthday). It was super weird and he lied about the reasons behind the breakup. In reality, I didn’t give it up so he didn’t want to try anymore.

I should have learned my lesson then but I was dumb. I went through some really big changes between May and August and he wanted to get back together (I became a Christian and he renewed his interest in Christianity). And my dumb ass went back to him. Almost 4 years later I broke it off with him during my Sophomore year of college.

I have one other really awful date story that happened much earlier than this one. I believe I was 12/13 during that one. Want me to share? Let me know in the comments below!

#horrible date story #Friday the 13th #Happy Valentines Day to Me #story time

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confusinglump · 5 years

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Instant Family?

Title is not that great, hell even the story might not be that great. But I'm giving it a go. Once again, I'm not a great writer but this has been rolling around my head.

Henry had laughed so much tonight, his cheeks still hurt. A very competitive game of DDR (dance dance revolution) with Elsa and her kids, turned into the silliest dance party he's ever been too. Furniture had been pushed to the side so Elsa could properly teach the kids how to dance the running man. Henry dared not to get up and try that at all, he'd need more than those two beers at dinner to even attempt it.

Henry loved the energy and closeness of her family and they welcomed him like he had been a friend they've know for years. Henry admired they way she handled the kids herself. She didn't sweat the small stuff and she understood they are great days and others where its okay to have cereal for dinner. The excitement surrounding them was so infectious that he found himself often walking over to their condo after the gym. He felt completely accepted and it reminded him of his home back in Jersey.

Though at times his heart felt heavy, he longed for a family just like this. Rambunctious kids running outside with vivid imaginations. He imagined someday rolling out of bed on a lazy Saturday morning to the smell of chocolate chips waffles and bacon. Hearing the hushed squabbling over how many pieces of bacon they could sneak before setting the table.

Five year old Isabella had let Henry in on the bacon heist that occured every Saturday morning. It was cutest thing to see Isa explaining to him that he should probably use his superman powers.

"Henry you gotta be super duper fastest!"

Henry smiled at the seriousness in her tone. Isa had even offered to distract her mom if he needed help, since he didn't have the suit on. That was his first of many Saturday morning waffles.

Henry was caught off guard with the screaming excitement of Elsa and kids when Push It by Salt n Peppa came on. He couldn't help but smile at how free and in the moment she was. He laughed loudly and shook his head, when Elsa started shimming her shoulders and shaking her head. Strands of her hair were coming out of her loose ponytail, her eyes were closed and she smiled bright. it tugged his heart when he saw her in these joyful moments. The kids fed off of her energy, 5 yr Isa was mimicking her mothers rhythmic movements. He was surprised and impressed that even 12 year old Marco was dancing.

Elsa danced hopped her way over to Henry and made a big show of of using her air lasso to pull him to her. Henry let out the biggest laugh at her silliness. He shook his head but rose to his feet and rolled his shoulders along with the music. He hadnt felt this carefree in long time. He was loving it.

**"Alright, alright niños, its time to get ready for bed." Elsa called out as she shut off the speakers.

His favorite chorus of "But mom" started.

Elsa laughed and shook her head.

"Sorry guys tomorrow is another day, go get ready for bed I'll clean up."

The kids grumbled as usual but listened anyway.

Henry sighed, this only meant he had to leave soon. He already missed them. He thought about Elsa a lot, envisioning waking up to her morning kisses before the hustle and bustle of getting the kids up for school. He could see himself teaching the kids rugby, proper soccer and maybe taking them camping. He wouldn't mind a few princess dress up parties or helping Isa sell all her troops girl scout cookies either.

At first when he meet the new single gym member he tried to be completely charming, hoping to ask her out. But a little self doubt crept up on him and he lost his nerve. Later he heard through the gym grapevine that Elsa wasn't ready to date. That stung a bit, he definitely felt a spark when they talked. Then he learned that she was divorced with two kids and that threw him for a loop. He wondered if he was responsible enough to date a parent. Dates would require extra planning so anything spontaneous might be out of the question. He supposed it was for the best. If they had started dating and it became serious how could he leave her and her kids for months at a time. She would need someone more present right? He couldn't do that to them, so he kept his feelings towards her to himself. And hoped she wouldn't catch him staring. Instead he settled for friendship and greedily accepted an open invitation to her house anytime.

Henry started moving furniture back and picking up pillows off the floor while Elsa swept up a bit.

"You don't have to help me clean up Henry."

"I really don't mind."

Elsa beamed and it made his heart beat a touch faster.

He was lingering a bit after saying his final goodbyes and wishing Isa a goodnight. Marco would always pound his fist and Isa would raise her arms so he could carry her into a big hug. Sometimes he'd make silly faces just to hear her cute little giggle.

***

Elsa felt her stomach in knots, she felt hot, sweaty and completely nervous. Last time she walked Henry out she gave him small peck on his cheek. She hugged him like always but he smelled so delicious and when hugged her a little tighter she just went for it. She was definitely sure he thought it was just a friendly peck. There was no way he'd be interested in someone like her, right? But oh god did he make her swoon everytime he offered to throw the football around with Marco or when he'd set up a little tea party fort with Isa. He was completely sweet and patient with them. He didn't know how much it meant to her that her kids got to see a how caring and understanding a man could be. Marco really looked up to him, always eagerly taking in any advice Henry gave him.

For almost a year they've known Henry and her feelings for him seemed to triple each time he was around. He always offered a sympathetic ear and encouraging words. He was so tender sometimes it felt like her heart was going to split. He was such a goofball and she was sure that not everyone knew that side of him.

The kids had already rushed off to bed and that left both of them standing around awkwardly.

"Walk me out?"

"Of course."

She lead him down the narrow hallway to the front door. Elsa opened the door and as Henry passed in front of her he playfully nudged her shoulder.

"Everything okay Elsa?"

"Oh, um yes. I'm just tired."

"Are you sure, do you need anything," his voice a little more serious.

"Hmmmm, maybe next time you can bring Kal? I'd love some fluffy cuddles."

"Ugh, Kal gets all the attention!"

"Oh stop it, you know we love you too!" Elsa laughed.

Henry laughed along but he felt giddy about her saying "love" even though it was in friendship kinda way.

"Come here," she said as she opened her arms.

And this was his favorite part of the night.

This time he leaned down wrapping his arms around her waist and she quickly wrapped hers around his neck. She whispered in his ear, "thanks for coming over" and he squeezed her tighter hoping for a repeat of last week. He felt her turn her face and gently kiss his cheek again. His body felt like it was vibrating and he swore he could feel her heart beating out if her chest. Henry pulled away slightly to look at her, he smiled a her blushing face. He saw her eyes glance down at something, his lips maybe? She bit the corner of her lips and slowly pulled him back down to her. Henry then felt her soft lips kiss his once then twice and finally he kissed her back. Her lips parted and he hungrily kissed her, he hoped she could somehow feel how he felt about her. Elsa moaned into his mouth and Henry gripped her hips. She pulled back breathlessly, her chest rapidly heaving. Henry felt a jolt of sensations, his body feeling cold and hot with a flush around his ears.

Elsa was in some kind of euphoric state and suddenly she felt freezing wave of embarrassment rush over her. She quickly pulled away, stuttering an apology.

"I, I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to, mean to...I'm really sorry Henry." " You should probably go," she whispered.

Henry was completely confused as to what was happening now. Did she regret kissing him? She wasn't even looking at him.

"Elsa, can we talk about this for a minute."

"Mommy?"

They both turned to see Isa rubbing her eyes walking towards them.

"Can we talk about it tomorrow? I'll call you" she whispered.

"Mommy, come read to me please."

Elsa quickly scooped up Isa and turned back to Henry pleading him with her eyes.

He wanted to stay, he wanted to tell her he'd wait outside if she wanted, so they talk tonight.

"Please Henry."

The looked she gave him broke his heart, her eyes were starting to well up her nose getting a little pink.

"Okay. Tomorrow?"

She nodded, feeling relieved.

He closed the gap between them and hugged them both.

"Goodnight princess."

"Nite Henry."

He kissed Elsa's cheek and walked out the door.

*** FYI DDR is still awesome and so is Salt n Peppa. Push it, push it real good🎶🎶🎤🎶🎶

#henry cavill fic #henry cavill #henry cavill fluff

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arcadicn-a · 6 years

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tagged by: @azhefa , @foxofthe100 , @rainkilled , @kalxidoscopc , and a couple other ppl oops tagging: anyone that wants to do it since i’m late oops

BASICS:

Name: lor Age: 29 Pronouns: she / her Sexuality: heterosexual Zodiac sign: cancer Taken or single: engaged Four Things About This Blog:

the 100 is my longest standing fandom in indie, and roan was my first character in the community and was featured on this account for a little bit

verity is my first female oc in about five years

i’ve moved this girl through about three accounts so far and i’m thinking of remaking again because i cannot stand how messy these tags are and how they don’t work

this account is mostly aesthetics and me shit posting because i’m never actually on a computer and formatting is impossible on mobile

Three Mun Facts:

i’ve been with my partner for 11 yrs going on 12, next summer.

i’ve been roleplaying since i was 11 on the harry potter fandom boards and still love and adore harry potter with all my heart.

i’m currently debating becoming a barber and doing that full time until i get my license for hair styling simply because i’m to lazy to go back to school and finish off my stylist course, and i don’t want to do women’s haircuts anyways, but am interested in being a colourist and hair extension technician.

EXPERIENCE:

How’d you start: harry potter board, then other sorts of boards, livejournal, greatest journal, then tumblr. Platforms you’ve used: they’re listed above Best experience: hmmm. i don’t know actually ? i really loved when i first came to the indie community because everyone was so welcoming on elena, but i do love this community, despite all the stupid shit that happens in it. Worst experience: a group roleplay where someone was a huge fucking drama queen and basically took everything my character thought / said about their own personally. it was a fucking mess.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

Original or canon: canon, but i will always love a good oc ( obviously Favourite face: i’m very attached to ian somerhalder since i played damon for like 6ish years ? but also i’ve really really grown to love danielle and how perfectly she fits for my bby girl. Least favorite face: i don’t really have one? i don’t think? Multi or single: single, definitely. i never know who to send stuff to on multi’s and so i get overwhelmed and just end up not interacting.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

Plots or memes: I love both. i’m really slow when it comes to meme’s and i find plotting has to be a back and forth thing. don’t just say you want to plot and then want me to do all the work because i’ll drop your ass so fast it cracks :) Best time to write: whenever my muses actually start to have attention spans again. and my own cooperates. Do you like your muse(s): obviously i love all of my muses, but i will admit they are selective af. verity is always my loudest muse, she screams for attention whenever i give it to others. sebastian, while new, is also really loud but he’s such a shit, idk why i love him. roan is my quiet old man that only comes out once in a while to set the other kiddos straight and skye is.... well she’s mostly dormant these days D: How long (months/years?): i think i’ve had verity almost a year. Fluff, angst or smut: flangst.

#💋 ———— * lor be ramblin’ . stfu : ooc

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eatgraypes · 7 years

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Let’s Go Home

Character/Person : Tony Stark

Pairing : Dad Figure!Anthony x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Side Note : Domestic Violence Hotline, IM SO SORRY I DIDN’T DO JUSTICE TO YOUR REQUEST

Warnings : abuse, tony is sorta like obsessed with taking care of reader but its kinda cute, this was messily written as i was contemplating my entire existence

Possibility Of Having Another Part : chances are low

Genre : sorta angst sorta fluff

Request : Can you write one where the reader is like 18-20 yrs old and works as an assistant for the avengers? She lives at home but her father is verbally abusive and sometimes physical. So she spends the night once in a while in her car. Tony suspects something isn’t right so he follows her home in his suit and witnesses her dad hitting her. He decides right there to move her in with the team. He calls her kitten and treats her like his own.

Word Count : 2664

Summary : Y/N was an assistant for the Avengers. An assistant that Tony loved dearly, treating her as his own daughter. He even packs her lunch. But, when Y/N realizes she’s been out way longer than her father would allow, she freaks and rushes home, only to get beaten by her father and rescued by Tony Stark and she, for the first time, accepts his affections, dearly needing them more than ever.

Tony Stark treated Y/N like she was his own. And he made sure everyone in the building knew that. From constantly nagging her to do more training, or packing her lunch despite everyone’s confused stares and snickers, Tony didn’t feel the need to sleep with the woman as he did with others. He felt the need to care for her in a platonic sense.

“Sir, I can just go buy something from the shop across the street,” you took a break from typing to glance up at a beaming and worn Tony Stark, otherwise known as Iron-Man.

“Nonsense. I already packed you lunch for the next three days.”

With that, he dropped a white bag onto your desk and ushered towards the training room. You kept your eyes steadied on him the entire time, a confused and concerned gaze you learned to keep whenever Tony was around.

Could anyone blame you for being just a tad bit perplexed?

Tony went from small gestures such as giving you a hug or wishing you luck that your legs wouldn’t end up sore from having to follow the Avengers around all day and take orders. He’d even end up booking you a massage to relax after you’d spend a day of having to run after everybody.

Some might say getting this sort of treatment from Tony Stark was a luxury, especially since you weren’t actually an avenger but just a mere assistant. But, God, this was a nightmare that you couldn’t bring yourself to push away.

“I hope you like eggs, Y/N, ‘cause it’s the only thing he packed.”

The sudden voice startled you, slightly jumping out of your seat you whirled around to see Wanda standing just above your desk, in the same spot where Tony had just stood. Her face was slightly hidden as she peeked into the bag that Stark dropped off, coming into sight with nothing but egg-based meals.

You groaned as she sent an apologetic smile, “some of these don’t look that bad. Look, egg salad, egg sandwich, scrambled eggs,” as she continued to list the many meals that Tony had packed for you, you ran a hand through your hair and returned to typing away at your computer, occasionally pausing to jot down notes and the schedules of the Avengers.

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re needed on the third floor in Bucky’s room,” a voice had cut through Wanda’s sentence and you softly smiled, excused yourself, and pushed yourself up from your seat.

“Sorry, Wanda, I gotta go.”

She nodded and laid the bag of food down onto your desk, making sure to tie the ends of it so no bugs - though, she was sure since this was the Stark Tower that there wouldn’t even be bugs present in the first place - would get in. With that, you and Wanda went your separate ways.

It took a white, trotting down the hallway in your heels, though Tony kindly advised you to wear sneakers, and into the elevator to go see what exactly Bucky needed. You waved and whispered polite ‘hello’s’ to people who passed by, even going as far as to have a rather decent conversation with Bruce. You could tell how hard he was trying to be friendly and casual but at the same time polite by his furrowing eyebrows and fidgeting stance. You also knew fully well that Tony had told everyone to talk to you as one of them, not a coworker, but a friend. Hell, you were in the room, being pulled by his shoulder over yours when he told everyone.

“You called for me?” You knocked slightly on Bucky’s door, almost immediately being met with his face when he swung the door open. He forced a pained smile and glanced down at his own metal arm, watching as it lay limp against his side. Eyebrows shot up, you carefully took it into your own small hands.

“What happened?”

You led him out of his room and down the hall, determined to get him to Tony or Bruce quick enough so he’d be able to train or do combat again normally.

“Well, I uh,” he rubbed at the nape of his neck, smiling sheepishly when you turned to show your concern.

“Steve and I made a bet to see who could destroy the most punching bags in five minutes.”

You scoffed, but quickly covered your mouth with your free hand, not meaning to sound impolite.

“Sorry,”

“it’s okay, it was our faults anyways.”

Tony, yes him again, had also warned everyone that you were incredibly shy and since he wanted you to enjoy working at the tower and be completely comfortable he had informed everyone to not explode in your face just as they did with everyone else.

It took a while, but you dropped off Bucky at Tony’s lab as he ushered you to leave and spend your time on someone better. Waving him off and beaming, you stayed just a bit, waiting until Bucky’s arm was at least halfway through working again as you encouraged Tony and constantly assured Bucky his arm was going to be better than ever, eventually you had to leave Bucky’s side when Natasha rang you up and called you to meet her on her way down towards the first floor where your desk was.

Quickly composing yourself from getting a little startled at F.R.I.D.A.Y.S voice, you silently thanked it and rushed downstairs. Budging through many people walking through the halls and ducking under Thor, who swung his hammer violently, you made a beeline towards the redhead you loved to see.

“Hey, Nat,” you said, out of breath.

She whipped around, her brightly colored hair scratching against her pale face and whirring in the air for a split second until she stilled to look at you. A grin immediately replacing the stilled expression she once had.

“Hey, Y/N. Sharon and I were going out for a few drinks, want to tag along? It could be like a girls night out.”

You parted your lips, contemplating if you should go or not. You needed a break, but you weren’t sure if you deserved it. At seeing you battling yourself, Natasha took your hands and caressed them with her own, rubbing circles on the back of your hands soothingly. You exhaled.

Maybe you could use a break.

You chuckled at Natasha’s raised eyebrow as she anticipated your answer. You nodded and gently smiled.

Her grin became even wider, leaning in to whisper into your ear, you leaned in too, “good. Because there’s a special for ladies at 12.”

Your eyes shot open and you could feel your heart skip a bit. Your bottom lip was sucked in between your teeth and quickly, you fished in your pockets to retrieve your phone that was long lost in the deep caved holes of your pants.

Upon feeling the cold metal against your fingers, you pulled it out of your pocket and pressed the home button. A picture of you sitting sprawled against the grass with a bunch of hand-picked flowers bundled up in between your thin fingers came on display. Right above the picture was the time.

1:36 A.M.

You pushed your phone back into your pocket and scurried over to your desk, reaching over it to retrieve your purse that was seated in your chair. From the sudden harsh movement as you tugged at the handle of your purse, you unknowingly knocked over the bag of food that Tony had dropped off for you, causing it to spill all over the floor. Natasha watched you run around your desk to grab a few things, almost tripping on your own feet as you sprinted out the building, bid your farewells to Natasha and F.R.I.D.A.Y and into your car.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You wanted to cry already thinking about what would happen to you by the time you got home at such a late hour. Sure, you were nineteen, but you didn’t live alone and you certainly didn’t live at the Avengers tower as everyone else did. Despite how well the Avengers treated you, you were still an assistant, so you couldn’t really be offered a room there unless it was really needed.

You just didn’t know how to bring up the fact that you weren’t exactly being treated properly back at home.

You winced at the thoughts of your father throwing insults at you and screaming into your face until your jaw shook and your legs gave out on you. Though it wasn’t the verbal abuse that made you want to leave the house and into the police station or back into the Avengers building, pleading for help. No, it was the physical abuse. It was rare your father would physically hurt you. Only doing it when he felt particularly angry or when he drank too much. You shuddered.

Your phone rang beside you on the passenger seat, most likely having fallen out of your purse when you hurriedly threw it into the seat to start up your car and speed home. Subconsciously, you gripped the steering wheel harder in fear that it was your father giving you a harsh warning of what was to come when you arrived. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted an I.D picture that was no where near close to your fathers. Curious, you quickly glanced down at the phone that vibrated and rung loudly.

Mr. Stark

You let out a sigh of relief, still confused as to why he was calling you at a time like this, but picked up the call anyways as it seemed to ring on forever, as if Tony wasn’t going to give up on calling you until you picked up.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Y/N,” his voice was stern and it faintly reminded you of the way your father would say your name before raising one of his hands to strike you. You swallowed a lump in your throat, trying to hide how shaky you were.

“Yes?”

“Natasha told me you left in a hurry, almost as if you were scared. Are you okay?” His tone quickly changed to a more concerned one. You didn’t know how desperately you wanted to hug him and cry until now.

“Oh, fine.” You sharply inhaled, hoping that Tony didn’t hear the way your voice quivered.

“Y/N. I came by your desk and found the food I made spilled all over the floor. Nat said your eyes were practically bulging out of your head when you checked your phone.”

You cursed under your breath, murmured your apologies to your boss, and hung up, tossing your phone back to the passenger side before accelerating faster towards your house, ignoring all of Tony’s calls the entire ride.

By the time you parked, you were already crying. You’ve gone through this so many times you should’ve been able to take one more hit, but you didn’t. You didn’t suck it up and at least try to fight back. You always just sat there and let the hot tears damp your rosy cheeks as you absorbed his hits and felt smaller and smaller by every blow, becoming the shy, quiet, forcibly happy woman you are now.

You turned the key, pushing the door open, being met with the sound of a static T.V and a beeping microwave.

“Father?” You bit your tongue.

You peeked inside the kitchen and quietly strolled in, shutting the door to the microwave so it would stop making the obnoxious beeping noise. You anxiously turned your head, expecting your father to be standing right behind you with his hands curled into fists. But he wasn’t. Your fear grew by the second as you sneakily made your way over to your room to take a quick peek. He wasn’t in there either. You let out a sigh of relief, pushing your arms out of your blazer.

“Y/N.”

The voice made the tears that you were holding silently fall out of your eyes. You rubbed at them, making sure to get rid of them before your father saw and punished you even more.

“Y-Yes?” You heart sped.

“Come here,” your throat clenched.

Your feet automatically shuffled it’s way over to the living room, immediately betraying you.

Before you could full comprehend it, you were standing in front of your father, heels pressing against each other and arms crossed in a pity attempt of shielding yourself before he could really do anything.

“Come, sit by me.” His voice was a bit softer, scaring you even more.

Deciding not to be hesitant in fear that you’d anger him and bring this on yourself, you seated yourself on his left side and kicked at the carpet below, keeping your eyes trained on your feet right underneath you.

The T.V. buzzed right in front of you, waiting to be switched to another channel and used properly. Your father, who had noticed your fidgeting, chuckled deeply.

You snapped your eyes up to meet his, eyebrows furrowed in a way to show your clear confusion.

He sent a smile at you, and shocked, you couldn’t help but smile back, a bad habit of yours. Before you could say anything to further deepen the moment, your father lifted a hand and struck you against the cheek. You stumbled back and hit your spine against the armrest of the couch, already feeling a forming bruise.

“Wha-?”

“Stupid fucking bitch, you can’t expect me to love you again. You crossed the line. What were you doing out there late?” As he yelled into your face, drawing his hand back again, you pressed a hand against your swollen cheek and crawled backwards, accidentally slipping off the couch and onto the hardwood floor.

“No, please.” You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes.

Your father remained silent, already having lifting his leg to stomp down on you. You groaned at the impact and cried harder, face buried into the floor and your arms protecting your face as he beat into your side.

“Stupid,” you felt your rib give up on you, cracking.

“Fucking,” he spat on you, continuing to throw blow after blow at your face. You felt yourself slip from consciousness.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from Miss Y/L/N.”

You no longer felt anything hitting you, but continued to hide your face in your hands, curling yourself into a ball and shivering as the cold air hit your torn shirt.

It was a while. You heard arguing, but it was seemingly white noise to you as you thought about everything in your life. You thought back on everything, starting to feel the pain catch up on you.

“Kitten,” a pair of arms wrapped around you. You were quick to push them away and wiggle back into the wall.

“No, Y/N,” the voice continued, but you cried harder, keeping your eyes shut. You kicked and shoved as the body grew closer to you, trying to get you into their arms and safety.

“Y/N. It’s Tony,” you proceeded to shove and kick until you had to register the name the voice mentioned. Your eyes fluttered open and your prayers were answered when your vision focused on a man with a goatee and tousled brown hair.

You opened your lips to say something, a ‘thank you’ at least. a ‘why’, but unable to find your voice, you threw your arms around Tony and cried into his suited shoulder. He patted you and whispered his ‘sorry’s’ into your hair.

He hesitated, picking you up and stepping out the door, walking right past your beaten father who laid limp on the floor. The floor you once laid limp on.

All you could hear by the time he made it out of the building was approaching police sirens, whirring wind, your own quiet whimpers, and Tony’s soothing voice. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face and hugged you tightly, his own tears staining his face.

“Let’s go home.”

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