Disclaimer: They're not mine. If you thought they were, I'd worry about
your mental health.
Spoiler: Whole Lotta Love
A/n: This is my first That 70s Show fic, so please tell me what you thought.
"I like getting stuff. Especially shiny stuff."
"Would you settle for a hamburger wrapped in tinfoil?"
"Well, from you I would. Just know that I'm lowering my standards."
* * * Steven doesn't buy me stuff.
When I was ten my school put on a production of Snow White. I, of course, was cast in the lead (who has complexion fairer than mine?). I was so excited, for weeks it was all I could talk about. I couldn't wait for Daddy to see me in my beautiful dress. At last, the night came and I put on a performance to end all performances. If they gave out Oscars for elementary school plays, it so would have been mine. I ran backstage to find out what Daddy thought of me only to discover he wasn't there. Once again, he was working late at the office. Helen, my nanny, told me he felt really bad about it. I cried myself to sleep that night. In the morning, everything was forgiven. Waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs was Malibu Barbie's Dream House. I always knew Daddy loved me because, despite never being there when I needed him, he bought me expensive things.
Michael was always buying me presents. Usually I would have to pay for them and tell him what I wanted so I didn't end up with a Whoopee Cushion or fake vomit or something. Still, Michael loved buying me things. He figured it was guaranteed sex. Or sometimes he bought me things because he was feeling guilty about something. Or sometimes he was trying to buy my forgiveness. And more often than not, it worked. I mean, if he bought me just the right gold necklace with the unicorn charm he had to love me right? He was always saying he did. So, no matter how many times he cheated on me I forgave him. Until he left me and went to California for three months.
Steven doesn't buy me stuff. And it's okay. I meant what I said; I am trying to be less materialistic. It's hard because I'm so used to getting pretty things, but I'm trying. So, I didn't tell Steven about my birthday. I was very proud of myself. With Daddy in prison and Mom - God knows where, I figured I wouldn't be getting any presents this year. Which was fine. Really. Then Michael has to start playing his games. Why does he remember my birthday now? Despite how good I looked in that pink angora sweater, Michael needs to learn I can't be bought! At least Steven found out it was my birthday, I really hated not getting any presents. And what did Steven get me, you ask? A Led Zeppelin T-shirt! An old used T-shirt at that! His favourite. Because I'm with him now. And I . love it - I mean it's poly-cotton blend and I made sure I never had to actually wear it anywhere - but I honestly love it. Maybe I will wear it. Not where anyone can see me, but at night. In the dark. To sleep in. It does smell like him, and I like to be reminded of him when he's not beside me.
So, Steven doesn't buy me stuff. I'm fine with it. He's always been there when I needed him, even when he hated me. He's never cheated on me, even when we claimed we were just messing around. And I know he loves me. Even if he didn't say it back.
Spoiler: Whole Lotta Love
A/n: This is my first That 70s Show fic, so please tell me what you thought.
"I like getting stuff. Especially shiny stuff."
"Would you settle for a hamburger wrapped in tinfoil?"
"Well, from you I would. Just know that I'm lowering my standards."
* * * Steven doesn't buy me stuff.
When I was ten my school put on a production of Snow White. I, of course, was cast in the lead (who has complexion fairer than mine?). I was so excited, for weeks it was all I could talk about. I couldn't wait for Daddy to see me in my beautiful dress. At last, the night came and I put on a performance to end all performances. If they gave out Oscars for elementary school plays, it so would have been mine. I ran backstage to find out what Daddy thought of me only to discover he wasn't there. Once again, he was working late at the office. Helen, my nanny, told me he felt really bad about it. I cried myself to sleep that night. In the morning, everything was forgiven. Waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs was Malibu Barbie's Dream House. I always knew Daddy loved me because, despite never being there when I needed him, he bought me expensive things.
Michael was always buying me presents. Usually I would have to pay for them and tell him what I wanted so I didn't end up with a Whoopee Cushion or fake vomit or something. Still, Michael loved buying me things. He figured it was guaranteed sex. Or sometimes he bought me things because he was feeling guilty about something. Or sometimes he was trying to buy my forgiveness. And more often than not, it worked. I mean, if he bought me just the right gold necklace with the unicorn charm he had to love me right? He was always saying he did. So, no matter how many times he cheated on me I forgave him. Until he left me and went to California for three months.
Steven doesn't buy me stuff. And it's okay. I meant what I said; I am trying to be less materialistic. It's hard because I'm so used to getting pretty things, but I'm trying. So, I didn't tell Steven about my birthday. I was very proud of myself. With Daddy in prison and Mom - God knows where, I figured I wouldn't be getting any presents this year. Which was fine. Really. Then Michael has to start playing his games. Why does he remember my birthday now? Despite how good I looked in that pink angora sweater, Michael needs to learn I can't be bought! At least Steven found out it was my birthday, I really hated not getting any presents. And what did Steven get me, you ask? A Led Zeppelin T-shirt! An old used T-shirt at that! His favourite. Because I'm with him now. And I . love it - I mean it's poly-cotton blend and I made sure I never had to actually wear it anywhere - but I honestly love it. Maybe I will wear it. Not where anyone can see me, but at night. In the dark. To sleep in. It does smell like him, and I like to be reminded of him when he's not beside me.
So, Steven doesn't buy me stuff. I'm fine with it. He's always been there when I needed him, even when he hated me. He's never cheated on me, even when we claimed we were just messing around. And I know he loves me. Even if he didn't say it back.