we accept the love we think we deserve
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HUH?!
LETS GO LESBIANS!!!
OMG LOOK WHOS AT THE BOTTOM.
Headcannons of how Miko would act when jealous?
oh she’d be livid but try so hard to mask it
grinning but inside she’s fuming
she simply grabs your waist
digs her fingers in your skin
her silent way of letting you know how she’s feeling
almost a warning
she holds you close
dangerously close
like she could fuck you in front of whoever is flirting with you
whispers ‘mami’ in your ear a lot
arm tight around your waist
when you’re finally alone her lips are on yours
everywhere, every part, no surface left untouched
she both punishes and indulges in your body
it’s not like you can handle how attractive you are
but she shows you who owns you
in the most loving way
like who’s going to love you more than her?
and who’s going to fuck you better than her?
no one.
Fuck Donald Trump and anyone who supports him
How I feel hating on Travis just because he's dating nat
up no more
“i don’t wanna wanna be up no no more oh
i don’t wanna wanna be up up all night again.”
masterlist
a/n HI GUYS! sorry this is so short i wrote this in like 10 mins lol. ive been trying to write smth that relates to tzuyus new album but i cant, i also have 3 tests this week so ive been rory gilmore, enjoy :)
warnings not proofread
| it was 2:09 am. you woke up from a deep sleep, just tossing and turning. you were an insomniac, and these episodes happened quite often to matter what. if you went to bed early, took melatonin, you’d get this episodes about twice a week. they always annoyed you, because you would know what would happen next. you’d scroll on your phone for 2-3 hours with bursts of energy, then get a wave of sleepiness and fall back asleep, until you slept in late. you would always wake up with a migraine you couldn’t get rid of afterwards.
ellie heard you wake up by you moving around in the bed. “whats wrong baby?” she asked you in a sleepy voice.
“another episode.” you told her. “ill be fine, go back to bed.” you didn’t want to wake her up just because of you.
ellie than rubbed her eyes and say up. “come here.” she told you, patting the upper pillow.
you sat up as well, with your head on her shoulder. she wrapped one of her arms around your shoulder, while using her other hand to play with your hair and giving sweet kisses on your head. “shshsh… go back to sleep. im right here.” she whispered.
“im trying.” you told her. “try harder.” was her only response.
she then rested her face on your head, trying to attempt to help you fall back asleep. “you know why you’re up? hm?” she asked.
“i’m not sure, maybe im unconsciously anxious.” you spoken.
“there’s nothing for you to be worried about. i’m right here. i wont let anything happen to you.” she said, as it eased some of your worries.
“just close your eyes and clear your mind baby.” ellie said, continuing to play with your hair and rubbing your head.
her touch was everything you needed to slowly fall asleep. and her kisses were warmth and comfort to your body. before you knew it, your eyes got heavy and you went back to sleep.
“goodnight sweet girl.” ellie whispered to you, then falling asleep next to you, making sure to not leave your side.
hold me like this, hug me right now
no matter how hard I try, no
guys isn’t it crazy how season 2 ended with natalie being alive and her and lottie getting married???????????????????😨
BRO WTF I NEED ANGST/FLUFF SO BAD , (ALSO IS IT ME OR ARE THERE LESS ELLIE FICS RN LIKE WHAT?)
THEY BE SHOWING ANYTHING EXCEPT MIKO FICS
STOP FUCKING SHOWNG ME ANIME SHIT WHEN I LOOK UP YOUNG MIKO X READER ITS PISSING ME OFF OMFG.
for the better
a/n: this is part 2 to know your worth. i’m sorry this took a bit of time but i just wanted to get some requests done before fully getting into this buttt i hope y’all like it.
read part 1!
this one is for @dandelions4us specifically 🫵🏼🫵🏼
pairing: billie eilish x reader
warning: bold-italics are flashbacks. ex-toxic relationship, mention of therapy, toxic coping mechanisms, trauma.
summary: billie tumbles while you thrive. can you manage to find each other again through this all?
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tick, tock. tick, tock. tick, tock.
the dreadful noise of the second hand going on a full rotation was filling billie’s ears. she was overwhelmed and she didn’t want to be here.
“you mentioned last time that you had a partner…” the woman sat on a leather chair started. she was older and was graying, she wore glasses that were too small for her face. “a partner that you had let down.”
“yeah… i really fucked up there.” billie chuckled dryly. “i was horrible during the end of that relationship. it was amazing at first but after touring, i… i became horrible.”
“why do you think you became horrible?” the woman asked.
billie didn’t want to start therapy but her brother had convinced her to do it. she hated talking things out with a total stranger. but she knew she had to take a step towards getting better one way or another.
“i… i don’t know.” billie sighed in defeat.
“do you think it had something to do with your job?” the woman asked again. this was getting ridiculous. billie felt like the woman knew all the answers but was just trying to get billie to say them, she felt like she was back in school.
“maybe?” billie asked herself. “i think when i got back from touring, i realised how serious things were getting— not just with my relationship but with everything around me. i think i just wanted to be less serious? but i didn’t go about it very well. i royally fucked up. i should have been honest— i think things would have gone so much better.”
“it seems like you have a pretty good idea about what you need to work on.” the woman pointed out, impressed. “it was a lot better than our past sessions where you were lost. it seems like you’re starting to get a better grip on yourself.” she nodded in approval.
“i dunno, i think the break i took from working has been really good to me.” billie smiled a bit, she had decided to stop making music for the time being. it wasn’t forever but it was just to give her time to recover.
“do you want to get back together?” the therapist asked, tilting her head.
“yes. more than anything.” billie nodded. “i miss the love that i used to come home to everyday.”
“you could always call.” the therapist suggested.
“i don’t think i’d get an answer.” she huffed.
“you never know if you don’t try.”
•*¨*•.¸¸♪
that’s how billie ended up at a cafe with her leg shaking under the table, waiting for you.
she hasn’t seen you in months. she heard about you from her friends, she tried not to ask but sometimes it would slip out. your friends reluctantly answered out of pity.
you walked into the cafe. her jaw nearly dropped at the sight of you. a smile tugged at her lips. you had cut your hair and your fashion sense had changed, you cleaned up well.
your eyes scanned the room for billie, a small smile forming when you saw her. she looked almost the same, except she dyed her hair.
you were hesitant to come today, but you had done enough self-growth that you were confident enough to face her again.
you made a beeline for her table, sitting down across from her.
billie thought she knew what to say but she was mesmerised by you. you looked good and healthy, and even more beautiful than she anticipated. she wasn’t prepared to have her breath taken away by you.
“hey.” you said, settling down and flashing a smile at her.
“hi.” she responded, clearing her throat.
“um… hey.” you chuckled, raising your eyebrows. “it’s good to see you.”
“yeah, you look good.” she said as the waiter brought her order over. you ordered something for yourself as well while she was there.
the way your eyes twinkled when talking to someone else, that was never there before. you were always more introverted but suddenly it was like you had all the confidence in the world.
she fell in love with you all over again.
you turned back to look at her after ordering, crossing your legs one over the other. you smiled at the look on her face.
“you look surprised.” you pointed out.
“i mean… a little? you’ve changed… in a good way.” she said, sipping at her coffee. “you seem… um… more—“
“out there?” you completed her thought. “well, yes. i kind of put myself to the test. i finally used my savings to travel over the past few months. i kind of had to fend for myself— that involved putting myself out there.” you explained what you had been up to. “all those work hours finally did me good.”
“that’s… that’s really nice.” she said, staring at her coffee on the table. “where did you go?”
“german, greece, rome—“
“rome? you’ve always wanted to go.”
“mmhm. and i finally did. and i finished up my trip in london. i saw some of our friends that we made when i visited you on tour.” you said, scooting over to make room for the waitress putting your order down.
“that’s good, i know they would have been glad to see you.”
you let silence fall over the table for a second as you took a bite of the biscuit at the side of your plate.
“why’d you call?” you asked, cutting to the chase. you thought that there was no point in the small talk when there was clearly something looming over billie.
“oh!” she didn’t expect you to ask so quickly.
“sorry, it just seems like there’s something you’re wanting to say.”
“yeah… i’m uh, i’m in therapy.” she said, leaning back in her seat. “and i just… we’ve been working on how i can explain myself to you. i feel like you deserve that.”
“i would be lying if i said i wasn’t curious, billie. about our relationship ending…” you said, sighing. “feels like i never got closure.”
“that’s fair! and i guess that’s what i wanted to give you.” she said. “i don’t know why i did what i did exactly, because i could have handled it so much better.”
you nodded in anticipation.
“i felt old.” billie sighed out.
you almost let out a laugh but instead let out a stifled chuckle.
“old?”
“old… yeah, it sounds so silly.”
“billie, you’re not even 25.” you scoffed a little bit in disbelief.
“i know! which is why it’s silly.” she said, a little bit defeated. “it was all too much for me when tour ended. i realised how much i had missed with everyone back home. everyone was going to parties and i was stuck working in the studio all the time. i think our relationship took the brunt of it, it was all getting so serious so i took it out on you.”
you furrowed your eyebrows. “serious?”
“yeah… i used to think our relationship getting more serious and committed meant i had to settle down and grow up. i wasn’t ready for that. but i realised i was wrong. our relationship was my safe place to land, coming home to you was the best part of my day.”
“i didn’t realise you felt that way. i wish you told me.” you huffed a little, crossing your arms. “i would have helped you… whatever it took.”
“i know, and that’s why i regret it so much.”
“i kept replaying that fight in my head when it was all so fresh… i just felt like i was fighting with a stranger.” you felt your heart ache upon reliving those memories. “i had some hope that maybe you’d come to your senses that day, that maybe me saying something would be enough for you.”
“i’m sorry that i didn’t. i was so stupid—“
“the worst part is that i never fell out of love with you for a second.” you confessed.
“what?” she asked, making sure she heard you right.
“i tried. i tried to hate you… believe me, i did. but i couldn’t.” you shook your head, finishing your coffee off.
“could we ever try again?” billie popped the question. she didn’t know what answer to expect from you. sure, you still loved her, but could you put yourself in that position again?
“i don’t know.” you said, truthfully. “it’s taking everything in me not to say yes, but i don’t know if i can do that to myself again. i think i’ve come too far.”
“then let me catch up to you.”
there she was. your billie.
you couldn’t hold back a laugh when you heard her say that.
“oh, billie. it’s good to have you back. it’s for the better.” you sighed through the smile that was plastered on your face. “well, how about this then?”
you took her phone that was sitting down on the table. she had reached out through a mutual friend but you didn’t have any other contact information.
“i’ll give you my number.”
thump. thump. thump
billie could hear her own heartbeat in her ears.
“i’ll give you my number.” you said. billie had just met you that night but she was captivated by you.
you had gotten a job working tech at her release party. she saw you backstage and couldn’t take her eyes off you for a second. the way you tried to make sure that everything was perfect for her.
you were a face in the background and yet you were at the forefront of her mind the entire night.
“and you can call me and tell me where to be.”
“and you can call me and tell me where to be.” you giggled, teasing her a little bit. you found it amusing that one of the biggest figures in the world was chasing after you after the show.
she was panting a little bit, she definitely ran after you. her hands were on her knees for just a second while she introduced herself, trying to catch her breath.
you were on your way to your car, your bag already on your shoulder. she couldn’t let you leave without shooting her shot.
you handed her phone back to her.
you handed her phone back to her. she took it back in her hand and immediately pressed dial, you were still in front of her.
she pressed dial.
you rolled your eyes and picked up the phone, holding it up to your ear.
“tomorrow. dinner… at my place?” she said with a cheeky smile on her face.
“tomorrow. dinner… at my place?”
“sure. i’ll be there.”
“sure. i’ll be there.”
•*¨*•.¸¸♪
a/n: heyyy y’all i hope the switching between flashbacks & current time wasn’t too confusing. but i hope u enjoyed part 2 <33 much love mwah mwah
want to kiss ellie all over her hands. bite and print reminders of a deep-seated appreciation for nature; for flesh and bone. let convictions of decorum rot away as you prove them inessential, making even the quietest bird sing over your loving. trailing up her wrist, across the knuckles, bothering the palm. thank her for the callouses, the pockmarks, and other stories born violently with kisses softer than her defeated face. though, the lips, they become envious; for a fire is not satisfied until something has fed it. she needs you somewhere else.
small dimples pool in her cheeks each time it happens. always off-schedule, never unintentional. ellie found it long and winding to comprehend what made her hands so desireable to eat; they are not apples, they are not her lips—you should stray the summer and return to winter; end the vacations on her fingertips, and warm her cold, empty lips. of course, you ignore. repeat and ignore. kiss and kiss, and kiss. the room was never filled with such confused sounds before.
“hey, kinda need that hand right now,” she would claim, the oddments of an uncompleted sketch sitting still without a pencil caressing it. “please, babe?”
this life felt situated in a pastoral. idyllic, painless. she worked day to day on her biography of artistry; building up a stockpile of canvases, wearing through the guts of severeal sketchbooks until they rejected new modifications. it made her hand look nice. the muscled definitions. all that pinching and rolling and painting. no, her hand is yours to eat.
“mh-mn,” you hum and tighten authority on her wrist, pecking her thumb.
ellie giggles like you're a playful dog that will not let go. outwardly hating this—but inwardly loving this. “man, you're a nuisance.” you hear her chair creak and her breath come closer, the curls of a smile vibrant in her polite whispers just as her hand breaks free. “could you be less of one and just be normal about this?” fingers now inviting your mouth someplace else, a nudge that reads as: fuck, kiss me?
Like bro back up that's OUR baby
what do you mean there’s men out there who’s celebrity crush is SOPHIE THATCHER?? that should be illegal. she’s for the girls 😠😠😠😠
BRO WHOS HURTING MY BABY?!
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ellie coming home from a long day at work to find you already in bed, fallen asleep with your makeup still on after working for hours straight on some new project. despite being exhausted herself — ellie takes the time to admire your peaceful state, mumbling to you, herself, about how hard you must have worked and how adorable you look — before running a cloth under warm water, gently bringing it up to your face. she'd be so careful... gently using her free hand to turn your face towards hers.
"hey ... shh it's okay baby ... s'just me ...." she whispers, softly rubbing your face with both the cloth and her free hand as you slightly shift in your half-asleep state. tired eyes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of her. "missed you so much els.." you speak, reaching out to grab her arm — your words are barely coherent, though somehow she understands.
"i missed you too honey" she replies through a soft smile. still sleepy, you try to sit up and meet her face — ellie stopping you, caressing your head, and encouraging you to lay back down. "relax sweetheart... go back to sleep.. let me take care of you" she says, sweet words that send you directly back into comfort. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
the entirety of my inbox is just asking for fluff & this was in my drafts
mfs Will turn ANYTHING into a fanfic like wym “what it would be like to get into a car accident with ellie” HUH???? THATS A LITERAL TRAGEDY. 😭😭😭
me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever
The way I gasped
Miko for Vogue Mexico 💚
LMAOOOO I JUST ASKED SMTH TO BE LIKE AN EMOJI ANON AND I FORGOT 2 ASK AS AN ANON
I'm so silly guys
LMAO ME CORE
once the pinterest board is made, it’s serious.
This is soooo cute AHHHHH I CANTTTT
Thought i'd kick things off with a cute little Miko request on her doing one of her eyeliner looks on her gf 🥹
finallyyyyyy i’ve been waiting for this 😭
“hold still, mami” her voice trickled down the side of your face as she held your chin gently. your lids were closed, but your eyes were shaking wanting to open them so you could stare at your beautiful girlfriend.
she'd insisted on doing your makeup for her show that night even if you were just going to stand to the side and watch her perform. it'd be so cute, she promised.
“sorry,” you mumbled inhaling, feeling antsy. she smiled, but you couldn't see and thankfully you didn't or you would've melted in your chair, makeup included.
"que bonita," she whispered swiping the feathery liner across your lid one last time. you couldn't help but smile at the compliment. that word always made your heart flutter. never mind that she made anything sound attractive. your lips curled at the corners sheepishly and you felt her thumb brush along your jaw.
"wanna see?" she asked moving her hand retrieving a handheld mirror. she held it up to your face and your lids fluttered open, gloss shining, lids glimmering, graphic liner so sharp it could cut the tension coursing through your bodies.
"i love it," you exclaimed contently grabbing the mirror and tilting your head, watching how the shimmer reflected off your lid.
"thank you, baby" you smiled putting the mirror extending your neck so her lips could touch yours. they did so in a sticky kiss, lips glosses mixing sweetly.