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wtfsteveharrington · 2 years

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chai & hot pink lipstick / steve x fem!reader x robin

content & context: steve decides robin needs to learn how to drive, instantly regrets it being in his car. then you get back to his house only to find they both have gifts for you with robin’s being a little unexpected.

disclaimer if you’re new here - all sexual interactions are exclusively between robin x reader and steve x reader. they happen at the same time but the only thing between steve x robin is banter and general best friend annoyance. once again we’ve booked a ticket to paris in this.

steve x reader: oral (m receiving), spitting, body smacking, light degrading & praise, threat of pleasure denial.

robin x reader: oral (both receiving), fingering (both receiving), body smacking, light degrading, praise, strap on sex.

author note: more fluff / interactions & new smutty adventures. honestly this is mostly cheesy, giggling smut i’ve posted at multiple points and i stand behind it. i think this might be the last part because otherwise these idiots need to realize they’re all in love but i do have one more idea,,, also there’s some easter eggs from other chapters in here,,, let me know if u find them (: i had to cut a lot of this out because it got way too long whoops i love them my bad there’s like 2k of bonus content in my drafts rn

word count: almost 5.5k

part one | part two | part four

The three of you hung out a lot before things escalated. Now? It seems you’re never apart. To the point where Steve was personally offended that you drove yourself and Robin to go shopping one night. “I wasn’t working and you two didn’t ask for a ride? That’s literally a token boyfriend responsibility. The BMW deserves so, so much better than this.”

He spent the night pouting but you made it up to him once you were alone. Everything settled into a shocking easily rhythm that was Steve and Robin fondly annoying each other while being simultaneously whipped for you.

All things considered, Steve was taking the introduction of Robin into your relationship... Shockingly well. You expected some push back and would completely understand if he showed hints of jealousy or frustration.

It made sense to him though. His girls having fun while completely safe and protected? He didn’t have to worry about scaring away girls that Robin deserved way better than and you got to enjoy a girl he knew wouldn’t hurt you. Always brushing off your concerns with a shrug and, “It doesn’t bug me because Robin-... She’s giving you something different than I do, that’s all. Just don’t go getting any ideas about adding like Eddie in or something. Because that?” He’s scoffing, playing off the idea, “That would never slide.” It would slide. Let’s clarify that.

The main strain in your relationship?

Steve’s new passion project of teaching Robin how to drive.

Robin? There’s a reason she doesn’t have her driver’s license. You love like her, but damn the girl can’t drive. You’re in the passenger seat of Steve’s beloved BMW, trying to talk Robin through backing out of a parking spot. She’s tense, her foot keeps pressing down too firm on the gas and even in the empty parking lot you’re worried she’s going to magically hit something. You’re trying to portray this calm energy but your voice keeps squeaking and giving you away. “Good! You’re doing good. Maybe try a little less pressure.” She was not doing good but your role was to build confidence.

You reach across the car and put your hand on the top of her thigh, pressing firmly down into her skin. “See, right now you’re doing this. We gotta go a little lighter. Try feathering the pressure. Good. It doesn’t need to be all or nothing.” Her focus is taken off the pedals and towards your hand that’s mimicking the instructions you’re giving. After all this time she should be a little more immune to your touch, but she’s not.

“You know, this would be a lot easier if Steve wasn’t having a meltdown back there! I can practically feel the tension, dude. You’re the one that said we should practice today!” And thus begins the back and forth. Steve’s buckled up in the backseat, his hands over eyes and his fingers in his own hair. “Buckley! Eyes on the road, hands at 10 and 2. If you get her scratched I’m going to kill you, I swear to God.”

The corners of your mouth are twitching and you’re trying so hard to hold back a smile as the two of them start to banter. You reach your other hand back to grab Steve’s knee, giving it a small squeeze. “Both of you shut up. Robin’s doing a good job, You both gotta relax.” She’s bouncing her head along to your words and biting her tongue to stop from making another dig at Steve, taking a deep breath before rolling her shoulders and gently backing the car out of the space. Before you know it she’s going down the row with ease.

You both hear Steve exhale deeply while nodding to himself. He’s reaching over to grab your hand, giving you a tense smile when you finally catch his eye. And maybe there’s something about his view that does something to him. You mostly carefree in the passenger seat, bobbing along to the music that’s low on the radio. He could spend the rest of his life looking at that view.

Robin gets you guys back to Steve’s house safely, much to your surprise. The three of you pile out of the car, your dumb boyfriend instantly getting on his hands and knees to kiss the ground of his driveway. “Sweet, sweet cement how I never thought I’d see you again.” Which has Robin scoffing and flipping him off over her should as she follows you to the house. “I’m half convinced he fucks that car. Like, before you came around? I can only imagine how tempting the crease of those seats were for him.”

He’s chasing the two of you into the house, screaming about how he heard Robin and he never fucked his car but he has fucked you in it and that was a life altering experience. You make it to his bedroom door first, glancing back in time to catch Robin pulling at his hair. “You’re getting too shaggy. Book a haircut soon or you’ll lose every ounce of hair reputation you have left.”

Once he reaches the doorway, Steve’s jerking his head towards a bag seated on the bed, giving you a wink while you walk up to examine the contents. He’s walking up to the mirror in his room, taking the time to investigate his hair. Fine, maybe it is a little long. “Stopped after work to get you something pretty to wear.” He’s looking at Robin now and scratching his hand through his hair. “I don’t-... Do I need to buy you-... Am-... I don’t think I’m meant to buy you shit too, right?” Simultaneously both concerned he messed up (Girls enjoy gifts, okay) but also not impressed with the idea of having to learn Robin’s bra size.

She’s instantly shaking her head, arms going across her chest. “I’m good on the lingerie gifts from Steve Harrington. Thanks though. You spend that money on her, makes us all happy.” Steve’s flipping her off now, grinning as he turns around to take one last glance in the mirror.

You’re going through the contents of the bag with an appreciative hum, admiring the way Steve truly does know what you want. Everything is in your favorite color, the sizes all right.

It becomes an easy pattern going to Steve’s house. The three of you have your designated spots. You get the left side of his bed because all of your stuff seems to accumulate on that nightstand. Your cassettes, a hand lotion, an old watch of his mom’s she gifted you kept complimenting it. Steve sits on the foot of the right side of the bed typically but he also likes to sit by the record player in the corner of his room so he can change it easily. Robin has convinced Steve to get a bean bag chair that she instantly curls up in.

Easy and comfortable and the three of you get anxious being away from the normalcy you’ve built.

Being so caught up in the package, you don’t notice the way Robin’s shuffling on her feet or the way she’s looking all the way around the room except the two of you.

“So I, uh, I bought something as well. But I’m not sure how well it’ll be received, both figuratively and literally. If it’s not our jam then no worries, I’ll toss it out the window. Not actually because it’s not something we’d want a kid to find or Jesus Christ what if some wild dog decides it’s a toy and then tomorrow’s headline is “Stray Pooch Shocks Hawkins!”.”

You and Steve are both stopped in your tracks, knowing exactly what a Robin ramble means. It had been awhile since the two of you heard her go on like that. You guys give each other a confused look before you take a step towards Robin as she nervously toys with her bag. She won’t meet your eye and your curiosity has never been this high before. “Haven’t you learned by now that we’re pretty fucking judgement free, Robs. What’s going on?”

There’s a very, very small list of things Robin could pull out of her bag that would concern you. The list is probably more concerning than whatever is in her bag. Steve’s stepping around Robin, standing behind your back as he peeks around to see what she’s so nervous about.

Robin doesn’t say anything before pulling a box out of her bag, throwing it on the bed, and running across the room to stand in the doorway. Her cheeks were so bright red even someone the next state over would be able to see them with ease. “Listen! If it’s weird then just tell me and we’ll literally never talk about this again but like... I could use it with you or you could use it on Steve-” It comes out in one breath, causing you to almost miss what she said.

You grab the box off the bed, Steve’s hands coming to wrap around your waist as the two of you investigate together. Robin? Still halfway out the door. “A strap on?” You want to laugh at the fact that she was this stressed out over a toy but you know better. Steve’s fingers press into you as you start to open it, pulling out the harness.

Looking over at Robin, she’s clearly stressed out. Shuffling her weight to either side and glancing down the hallway as if she’s trying to calculate how much time it would take for her to run out of the house. “Robin.”

It takes a minute before she looks your way. Her nose scrunching up as she speaks, “It’s not weird, is it? Because I’m still trying to make sure I don’t overstep anyone’s boundaries but I think it would be really, really fucking hot. Like it’s one thing when we hook up because neither of us have a dick but is it too much if I use that one? And ideally I don’t want to throw it out of the window because not only would that be so chaotic but that was also expensive.”

A chuckle finally escapes as you grab the dildo out of the box and slide it through the o shaped ring of the harness. Steve can’t explain what it does to him watching you work with this hot pink dildo. Truly hot pink. One of the brightest things you’ve ever seen in your life and it’s a dildo that Robin bought because she wants to fuck you with it.

“It’s not weird. In fact, I kinda wouldn’t mind being the one who has to teach you what to do for once.” You’re grinning at her now, extending out the now fastened toy her way. “Now do you wanna test this out or are you gonna make me beg for it?” Any other circumstance? Robin would have made you beg. But she’s taking these tiny steps across the room to take the harness out of your hand, moving to adjust the straps. Needing to do something with her hands to help distract herself from the nerves.

She always looks between you and Steve. As if there was anything left to hide between the three of you, any rules left unspoken. Yeah, technically you were his girlfriend but things weren’t that simple anymore. None of you knew exactly what was going on. That was a problem for a different date.

For now you’re giving Robin a tender smile while bringing your arms around her neck. Your lips barely brush against hers when one of Robin’s hands let go of the harness in favor of cupping your check as she steals another delicate kiss. “Haven’t you learned by now you don’t have to be nervous around me, Robin? I’m not sure what I gotta do to prove it to you but I’m never gonna judge you.” She’s searching your eyes, finding nothing except this gentle look that’s truly free of judgement. This was all new to her too.

Steve? Breaking up the moment. “I might judge you though. Just a little. Mainly because you picked a shade of pink they use to direct planes with. Like, you could see this thing from space, Robin. Maybe a nice baby blue next time? Or a lavender?” The three of you are laughing and you are thrilled to see the way tension rolls off of her shoulders as she flicks Steve’s forearm. “It was the only one that wasn’t nine inches long, Asshole. Figured you didn’t want that much competition.”

He’s laughing now, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before stepping back from the two of you. “Fair play. Maybe I owe you and that shade of neon pink an apology then.” You watch as Steve turns around and heads towards his record player. Giving you and Robin a few minutes of privacy. Her lips are on your neck, the hand that wasn’t holding the harness coming down to hook a finger through your belt loop.

Abba begins playing. A record you picked the last time you two had a date night and made Steve listen to until you had each song memorized. You grab a fist full of Robin’s hair on the base of her neck with your right hand, tilting her head back so you’re able to kiss her. It’s a lot more passionate than before. Your left hand is pushing her jacket off her shoulder before dragging it down Robin’s chest.

“Do you want to fuck me, Robin? I wanna hear you tell me. Did you get wet for me when you were walking around the store? Deciding what toy you wanted to use on me?” She’s moaning into your mouth, her finger nails digging into the skin above your pants on your hips. Robin’s voice is already a little too breathless for her liking. Part of her would worry about sounding pathetic if she wasn’t so entranced by you. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I bought it. When I got home touched myself thinking about how pretty you’ll look. Thinking about how you’ll moan my name... You’re the only thing I think about.”

The feeling was mutual. If Robin wasn’t on your mind, then Steve was. If it wasn’t just one of them, it was both of them.

You pull away from her kiss much to Robin’s protest before tugging her shirt over her head. “Then why don’t you prove it? Show me and fuck me like you dream about.” Within seconds your pants are on the floor, your shirt quickly following as you kneel onto Steve’s bed. Robin’s stuck in her spot, watching as you lay back on the bed and let your legs fall open for her. “C’mon, Baby. Do you wanna do this or does Steve need to take care of me?”

Steve who has been standing in the mirror and examining his hair because now that it’s been pointed out it’s too long, it’s driving him crazy. He’s looking at you in the mirror, smirking at the sight of you spread out on his sheets. “Yeah, Buckley. Maybe you’ll do better at this than backing up.” She’s glare at him now which leaves you laughing to yourself. Robin’s turning away from Steve to give you a pointed ‘what an asshole’ look while pushing her own pants off of her frame. You take in the dark navy underwear against her skin, letting your hips start rocking as you prepare for what’s to come. “I got us home safely, didn’t I? Enough bullying, let me focus.” You’re just grinning at her. Your Robin.

You watch as she kicks her underwear across the floor, bending over to bring the harness up her thighs and around her waist. She’s crawling onto the bed, taking her time to kiss random exposed bits of your skin. Robin’s kissing the fabric covering your pussy, dragging her tongue along the already damp fabric.

She’s pulling the offending material off of your body before burying her face right back between your thighs. Her tongue glides up between your folds and your hands grip into her hair at the same time her tongue starts to flick over your clit. This woman was going to drive you insane. “Fuck. You’re so good at that, Baby. I get so wet for you, need you to clean me up like this all the time.”

Robin’s holding your hips in place to keep yourself from wiggling away as she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks against the nub. You feel yourself clenching around nothing and are suddenly truly realizing that Robin’s about to fuck you with that toy. She laps at you for another minute before the anticipation’s about to kill you.

“Come kiss me. Please. Wanna taste myself on you.” Robin presses a firm kiss to your clit, over your folds, and gives another lick against your hole before coming up to your lips. She’s dragging the most broken moan out of you as your tongues slide against one another.

Your knee is bumping against her leg as you bring your thigh up between her legs. Bending it just right where you’re pressing your thigh against Robin’s semi covered core. She’s wet and she’s moaning your name as she rocks her hips back against your thigh. The material of the strap on harness rubbing against her clit just right. Robin could come right then and there if she wasn’t careful.

“Wanna try fucking you now, okay? Let me know if it hurts or if you need me to adjust.” You’re nodding before reaching back over your head to grab the bottle of lube out of Steve’s bedside table. She doesn’t blink twice before taking the bottle out of your hand, squirting some into her hand. The sight of Robin fucking this pink dildo into her slick hand? Sinful.

Her eyes are practically burning your skin with how intensely she’s watching you. Wanting to make sure you feel nothing but pleasure as she navigates doing this for the first time. The bottle of lube is thrown across the bed and you slightly adjust your body so your head is closer to the edge of the bed while your hips are more centered. You give Robin a small nod and gets herself back to where she’s kneeling between your legs. Both of you try to ignore the fact that your thigh is still a little slick from where she was grinding against it.

You feel her sliding the toy between your folds then moving to apply a firm pressure to your hole. She’s biting the tip of her tongue, brows knitted in concentration. It’s cute how focused she is. The toy makes another pass between your folds before she’s finally pressing the tip into you.

It’s hot, so fucking hot.

Robin eats up the way you moan out her name. You’re bringing yourself up onto your elbows to watch as she uses every ounce of concentration she has to try and figure out the best way to get the toy at a steady pace. It’s a little awkward at first, okay? The strap needs to be tightened and it’s not exactly connected so you have to move just right. She’s never had to thrust like this before.

Out of the corner of her eye, Robin catches you grinning at her. Not your head thrown back in ecstasy like she wants but this shit eating, entertained grin. “Fuck off! This isn’t easy, okay?” Robin’s laughing now and you’re so flustered this time. Smacking your hands down against the bed as your own laughter comes out. “Robin! Stop laughing when you’re in my pussy! It’s every single time something happens and you start laughing. I was smiling because you’re cute. Please stop laughing when I’m naked!”

The both of you? A giggling mess. She’s leaning down to kiss you as if that will solve all your worries. And, to her credit, it mostly does. You’re grinning against her lips, arms wrapping around her neck so you can hold her still.

Robin’s trying to adjust her arm that’s supporting her body as the two of you stay sidetracked kissing when her shuffling causes her to move her hips so the dildo pressing deeper into you. The motion causes you to gasp against Robin’s lips, her eyes instantly going wide and “Yeah? It felt good?” You’re nodding quickly, your hands up to clasp over her upper arms. Robin’s trying to mimic the motion again, dragging her hips all the way back so just the tip of toy is resting inside of you before pushing herself back in. “Please, Robin. Just like that.”

She’s so proud to hear your praise, all of her attention going right towards trying to recreate the motion. Robin’s getting the hang of it now, pumping into you at a steadier pace. The motions are rocking through your body and she appreciates the way you’re bouncing in time with her.

Steve’s finally got sidetracked from his hair, watching the sight unfold much like the first night you three got together. He spots your head starting to dangle over the edge of the bed and he’s using this as his opportunity to join in without being too distracting.

Your eyes are closed tight when you feel the air moving as Steve squats down to get level with you, brushing your hair off of your forehead. He’s got this cocky smirk that’s driving you crazy. “You love this. Not just us, you love being fucked, don’t you?” There’s no way you can deny it. Robin’s still rocking into you and that should leave you fully satisfied. She’s got the motion down and the three of you can hear how wet your pussy is from her.

But you’re not fully satisfied. There’s always room for Steve to use you too.

He’s pressing a kiss to your forehead, grabbing your jaw between his thumb and pointer finger. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” You do. Your lips instantly parting and you let out this insane moan as he spits into your mouth. Steve’s pushing your head back down, letting it rest fully back against the side of the bed. It takes seconds before the weight of his balls are against your lips. “So fucking filthy, aren’t you? Put that mouth to work, Honey. If you stop taking care of me, I’ll have Robin stop fucking you until you can show some appreciation.”

You drag your tongue over the skin where his balls meet, Steve’s hips jerking already. There’s something about the way you always do what you’re told that drives him crazy. Sometimes you push back, very rarely. He savors those moments too but nothing competes to how willing you are.

You’re getting to work on sucking, wrapping your lips around him and preparing to work your way to his length when suddenly there’s a sharp smack to your breast.

Robin’s jaw drops because she didn’t know that was an option. Smacking? Carefully calculated so it doesn’t pass the threshold of being too painful, of course. But still. “Holy shit, baby.” She’s cooing at you now, changing her motion to become these slow, deep strokes. “You really are such a slut.” A scoff falling from her lips as Robin’s hand comes up to trace over the very faint red mark Steve’s hand left behind. She knew you liked to be spanked but seeing that up close? It’s awakening something deep in Robin.

Her hand is coming down against your other breast. Not as firm as Steve’s touch but it’s so unexpected that you’re arching your back up towards them. Rewarding Robin with this choked out moan that’s getting lost against Steve but she still catches the sound.

You tighten your legs around her waist, rocking your own hips up to meet her thrusts. “You’re getting so needy. Do you deserve to come, Honey?” Robin Buckley was a fan of many things, calling you every pet name in the book was certainly one of them.

Steve’s pushing the head of his dick between your lips now, thrusting his hips all the way in which causes you to gag around him. “Robin asked you a question. Are you going to answer or do we need to stop until you can get it together?” You’re reaching back, nails digging into a mixture of Steve’s hip and the side of his ass as a hint for him to pull out of your throat.

They’re listening to you gasp as he pulls back, still rubbing the tip of himself against your lips. He tastes salty as you lick his pre cum from your mouth. “Please, Robin. I need it, need you to get me there.”

That’s all the motivation she needs, even if Steve was ready to drag it out a little longer. You couldn’t stand it if he did. He’s slipping back into your mouth, lazily fucking your throat while Robin picks her pace back up. She’s reaching down, a finger on either side of your clit as she tries to work up your release. “Pretty girl needs to come for us, huh? We’ll take care of you. Laying there and getting used without a care in her world. You do have such a greedy pussy.”

Remember the trademarked Robin Rambles? These were your favorite. Just the mixture of being called out by her and praised in the same sentence. It drove you crazy. Steve’s hand is coming down to jack off the portion of his length that isn’t in your mouth at any given moment, throwing his head back as he moans your name when you swallow around him.

Robin knows you’re close. She sees the way your hips are no longer moving in time with hers and knows you’re right on the edge. Steve’s hand is reaching out to tweak your nipple, alternating his attention between the two. Your body is on fire. As in there’s spots in your vision because you feel so good on fire.

Your orgasm hits without much warning. Screams muffled by Steve’s length while Robin keeps working your clit as you ride the sensations. Quickly becoming nothing more than a whimpering mess.

Steve’s still working your throat, delivering another small smack to the side of your breast and before you know it you feel his cum dripping inside of your mouth. The sight of you getting fucked like that pushing him over too. Maybe there was some small, selfish part of him that didn’t mind Robin joining in like this because it was simply fucking hot.

He feels you swallow around him, getting each drop before you’re panic tapping against his thigh while pulling your hips away from Robin. “Too much.” It’s nothing more than a gasp but they both get the hint. She’s pulling out of your pussy, moaning to herself at the sound of how wet you were.

Robin’s pulling you up against her chest, supporting the weight of your body against her own. She’s shushing you, running her hands along your thighs. You feel Steve’s hand so gentle against your sweaty back. “We got you. You’re good, alright? You did so good for us, Baby. Looking so fucking beautiful like that. Just relax against me.”

If there was two people in the world that understood your aftercare, it was them.

She’s holding you for a moment, Steve rubbing your shoulders while your body twitches. So overstimulated yet always craving more. You were pretty sure the three of you could go for a week straight and it still wouldn’t be enough. They were addicting.

Steve’s walking over to flip the record that had long stopped playing music. The silence once again being filled as you pull back to give Robin this sleepy in love little smile. “Lemmie take care of you.” You’re gently pushing back against her shoulders, smiling down at her as she falls back against the sheets. Her fingers are making quick work of loosening the harness before kicking it off of her body.

Her hand’s cupping the back of your neck as you get to your favorite spot between her thighs. You have, maybe, five minutes left of energy before the night’s events have you falling asleep for at least an hour. Robin deserves every second of those five minutes.

She is soaked. You moan against her folds, the vibrations instantly making Robin rock herself up against your mouth. “Please. I’m close from that damn harness rubbing against me. I took care of you, Baby. Show me how grateful you are and make me come against that beautiful face.”

You’re licking her out with a passion after that. Robin’s thighs are closing around your head, keeping you in place as if there’s anywhere else you’d rather be. One of your arms comes up under her body, swirling a fingertip around her hole before pressing inside of her at the same time you’re wrapping your lips around her clit and gently pulling back against the sensitive bundle. The sounds Robin’s pussy are making... It’s unholy. She’s a mumbling mess as you draw our her orgasm.

“Only ever this wet for you. It’s only you. Drives me fucking crazy but you’re all I can think about. Eating me out so good, Baby. Oh fuck.” Then your favorite. Robin’s broken as you push another finger into her, your tongue licking around the edge of her hole as you work your fingers. “Thank you, oh thank you for taking care of me. Shit! I’m so close. So close for you.”

Robin’s thighs tighten even more around your head as she jerks her hips up against your mouth. She’s gushing into your mouth and it’s filthy and you’re savoring every second of licking her up.

After a minute of your undivided attention on her sensitive core, it’s finally Robin’s turn to pull her hips away from you. “You’re going to make me cry if you don’t stop.” She’s overstimulated because of you. Something about getting either of them off always boosts your ego. Making your chest swell with pride as you break them apart in ways only you know.

You’re smirking against Robin’s thigh, dragging your body up until you fall into the bed next to her. Both of you spent.

Steve’s walking in a few seconds later, tossing two cold water bottles onto the bed. Taking care of his girls. He’s got these boxer briefs slung low on his hips and your clit gives this painful throb at the sight. “Such a pretty boy, Stevie.”

He’s giving you a wink, “Your pretty boy,” reaching over to squeeze your foot before taking a drink of his own bottle. Steve’s tossing Robin her discarded graphic t-shirt and fishes a shirt of yours that was left behind one night out of his closet. One of Steve’s love languages is Acts of Service, the other being Words of Affirmation. This situation? Peak for him to express those parts of himself.

You feel the bed dip as he climbs in on the side of you that isn’t occupied by Robin. Throwing an arm across your chest and pulling you in for a kiss. The three of you lay like that, trying to catch your body back up to the present moment.

Steve’s voice breaks the silence, snapping you out of your half asleep state. “We’re laying here five more minutes and then we need to take care of this room. It reeks of sex, my sheets are sticky, and the two of you need to pee because I swear to God if either of you get a uti I don’t want to hear about it.” He saw one article stating that sex can cause women to get uti’s if they aren’t careful and hasn’t let it go.

Robin’s slamming her hands down against the bed with a “Gross, Steve! Jesus!” You’re laughing, playfully poking Robin’s side as she grins over at you. “He’s disgusting.” To which you hear, “I’m disgusting? For worrying about vaginal health? Considering I’m laying in bed with two vaginas I think that’s pretty considerate of me. Maybe you’re the disgusting one, Robin.”

Just like that the three of you settle back into your typical banter. Somehow you’re drifting back off to sleep, snug between the two who are still going back and forth about which genitalia is cleaner. Robin’s a firm believer that foreskin is worse than a vagina, and Steve’s just trying to explain he was attempting to be caring.

You’re not sure how long you doze off for, but when you come back to the present you find that Robin’s freshly showered and smells like the body wash you left at Steve’s. That discovery tugging a deep part of your heart. The shower’s still running and you can only assume your missing boyfriend’s in there. “He’s gonna be a few more minutes. Wanted to let you wake up so you can get in next. We’re gonna order dinner and then cut Steve’s hair. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Steve’s singing in the shower, so loud and obnoxious on purpose. As you glance between Robin who’s stripping the bed of it’s sheets and the bathroom where Steve’s still belting Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! you know in that moment that you’re fully in love with two of the biggest idiots in the world.

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lucy90712 · 10 months

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Hello!Can you make something like "Helping Gavis mother with dinner" at a family dinner?

Thank you♡

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Saturday nights usually consist of going to games or watching movies on the sofa with my boyfriend Pablo but this evening we actually have plans as his family invited me to have dinner with them. Pablo goes to have dinner with his family when he can but he always goes alone but tonight I'm going with him for the first time. Most people would probably be nervous in this situation and I am a bit but for the most part I'm actually quite excited. I have met Pablo's family loads of times and get along with them really well so I don't need to worry about trying to impress them as we are past that stage.

As much as I no longer feel the need to do everything to impress his family I still wanted to be a good guest so while Pablo was at training I went out and brought a bottle of wine for them which I hope they will like as I know nothing about wine. Pablo told me I didn't need to get anything but I wanted to as I would have felt bad if I went empty handed. By the time Pablo got home I was starting to get a bit more nervous as I had lots of time to think about tonight but luckily he distracted me by dragging me upstairs to get ready. Pablo wanted me to help him decide what to wear which he never lets me do so he must have sensed that I was getting nervous and wanted to distract me. Seeing as I had the chance I made him wear the outfit I love the most on him and it happens to match what I was planning to wear. When we were both ready Pablo actually suggested we take some pictures together which I would never say no to so I took a few pictures in the mirror before we left.

Since Pablo recently got his drivers license he has been wanting to drive me everywhere as I used to have to drive him. At first it was scary having him drive me but he's actually a good driver so I'm a bit more relaxed now. Pablo's hand was on my knee tapping along to the music that was playing which made me smile as I love when Pablo does little things like that without realising. At some point he realised what he was doing and took his hand off my knee to grab my hand instead which he squeezed to reassure me as we got closer to his parents place.

When we arrived Pablo parked the car and ran around to my side of the car to open the door for me which always makes me laugh as I could easily do it myself in the time it takes him to run around the car but he insists on opening my door for me. We walked up to the door together and Pablo rang the doorbell before going inside to let his family know we had arrived. They came right over to greet us so I gave his parents the wine before giving them a hug along with Aurora who I was happy to see as it's been a while since we last saw each other. We all went inside and sat down to catch up on the last few weeks which have been very busy for both me and Pablo with the end of the season and exams.

After catching up for a while Pablo's mum went to go and start dinner and I joined her after saying I would help. I love to cook and am always wanting to learn new recipes so I was more than happy to help with dinner plus it gives me some time to talk more with Pablo's mum. To begin with we found all the ingredients and she told me what we were making and it was a dish my mum used to make all the time when I lived at home. That started a conversation as we were able to talk about recipes we have learnt from our parents and how nothing is better than a home cooked meal from your parents as it's never the same when you do it yourself. From there the conversation evolved into talking about our favourite memories and I really felt like I was getting to know Belen better. We have talked many times but I don't feel like we have ever really got to know each other on a deeper level and I want to do that as I very much plan to stick around for a long time.

"What's one day you will always remember?" Belen asked while we cut vegetables together

"Oh gosh there's so many especially from my childhood but I'd say that they day Pablo asked me to be his girlfriend is up there" I said

"I don't think he's ever told me about that day" Belen said

"Well we'd been talking for a while and been on a few casual dates and he asked me on another date which I expected to be like the rest but when I got to his house he greeted me at the door with some roses and he'd set up a really romantic dinner with candles everywhere and then after dinner we sat outside together where he asked me to be his girlfriend" I reminisced

"That's very sweet Pablo must have really loved you from the start as he never put that much effort in when he liked girls before you" she said

"Since we started dating he's been very good about putting in enough effort sometimes he puts me to shame with the little things he does for me" I said

"I'm glad to know I raised him well" Belen laughed

"You definitely did he's a great guy" I said

"Your parents raised you well too you are a very lovely girl" she said

"Thank you that's sweet of you to say" I said

"I really mean it when Pablo first brought you here I knew straight away that he found a good one I always worried he'd fall for someone who was only interested in him for his career but when you arrived it was obvious that you weren't like that and now I hope he never lets you go you are like a second daughter to me" she admitted

Hearing Belen say that made me so happy as I knew his family liked me but to actually hear that she thinks of me of a second daughter is such a relief. I always wanted to make a good impression on his family as I know that with Pablo being a footballer they would scrutinise any girl he dated more than most people would and I wanted to show that I really do love their son for who he is as a person. We kept talking as we made dinner and the smile on my face only got bigger the more Belen complimented me.

The two of us were having a lovely time bonding until Pablo came in and hindered my ability to cook as he wrapped his arms around mine. I turned around as much as possible to give him a quick kiss which made him let go of my arms and just stand next to me instead. He wanted to know what we had been talking about so his mum told him about our conversation and of course Pablo started to talk about how much he loved me which made me blush even more than I already was. It's nice to feel loved and appreciated but I always get shy when people compliment me which Pablo knows but he kept going as he likes to see me blush. To make him stop I had to get him to help me with the sauce I was making as then he had something else to pay attention to.

It wasn't much longer before dinner was ready and everyone was sat at the table to enjoy the meal. Everyone was talking in between mouthfuls but I was just sat quietly with one of Pablo’s hands on my thigh thinking. I was thinking about how I can’t wait to have many more family dinners like this with Pablo’s family in the future. I have truly found a second family that I feel completely comfortable with and I want to enjoy for as long as Pablo wants me around which I hope is for a very long time if not forever.

#gavi imagine #gavi imagines #pablo gavi oneshots #pablo gavi imagine #gavi oneshots #pablo gavi imagines #Gavi

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cerise-on-top · 18 days

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A fluff alphabet for Kate? Also I wish you luck on your test on friday!!!! I failed my drivers test three times so I feet you

Hey! Thank you, it's gonna be rough tomorrow, but I'm gonna pull through! I will get that driver's license! But I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who failed ^^;

Fluff Alphabet for Laswell

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Laswell loves going to museums and stuff like that. Not only does she get to have fun with you, she also gets to learn things that may or may not come in handy eventually. She’d especially love to go to a museum that showcases something you’re interested in as well. Although she may not like how bustling they can be at times, she just loves seeing and hearing about new things. And if you’re enjoying yourself too? Two birds with one stone.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

I think Laswell could admire your wits and your intelligence. You don’t have to know every single little detail about everything, but she loves how your eyes light up when you animatedly talk about something you’re passionate about, how you give her the seemingly most useless fun facts about something she normally couldn’t care less about. She admires how passionate you are about one thing or another. She hasn’t really been into something this much in a long time, which she kind of misses, but she gets to live that passion through you again.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

She’d try to rationalize everything. In her eyes, most things should follow some form of logic, so she’s not a very emotional person either. She knows that doesn’t hold true for emotions, but instead of beating yourself up over something that wasn’t your fault to begin with, why not think about the good things that happened? If you’re experiencing a panic attack she’ll start breathing with you, trying to calm you down. She won’t touch you, though, since that’s likely the last thing you need. Will shoo away any onlookers there may be.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

I think she’d just want to live in a pretty spacious apartment with you. She doesn’t necessarily need a pet either, but she does want a patio. Will want to look after some plants with you, grow some of your own. She wants to have a domestic life with you, one, where she doesn’t need to worry about either of you getting killed because of her job. However, she’s looking forward to retirement, as much as she does love her job. Something about waking up with you next to her just feels right to her.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

She can go either way. Sometimes she’s more dominant, sometimes she’s more passive. If you’re on the passive side, then she’ll take on the dominant role, if you’re on the dominant side then she’ll usually be on the passive one. However, she will be dominant from time to time, making known what she thinks when it counts. But if it’s something like choosing a restaurant to eat at, then you can decide. But if you don’t want to or can’t, then she’ll happily take the burden off your shoulder.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

She knows you usually don’t mean what you say in the heat of the moment, so she forgives you after she’s cooled down a bit. However, you might wanna show a bit of remorse for fighting with her as well. Laswell, when annoyed, becomes a bit snippy, but it’s nothing too bad, she usually has her emotions under control. She doesn’t yell, she doesn’t shout, she just hisses at you from time to time, but that’s about it. Give her some time to calm down and all will be well.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

She’s a pretty grateful woman. She knows that having a partner as great and lovely as you isn’t a given, especially not the fact that you always tend to help her out whenever you can. You lend her an ear, you help her with the house chores, you become a safe anchor for her. She’s truly grateful to have you in her life. Usually she shows it by giving you little gifts since that’s her way of showing love. Small trinkets to jewelry, anything goes.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Yes, there are plenty of things she doesn’t tell you. She’s CIA, so naturally she can’t tell you everything that’s going on. She doesn’t tell you everything about her past either. It’s not that she doesn’t want to, if you ask her to tell you something she will, but she doesn’t deem it that important anymore to herself. The past is the past, and that’s it. There’s nothing more to it and she doesn’t want to dwell on it either, so she just leaves it behind.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Like Nikolai, I think she’s become a pretty solid person on her own by the time you’ve met. However, I could see her changing you for the better. Laswell is a very caring woman, but she can also be a bit fussy when worried. She’ll likely tell you to take better care of herself. You will, because she keeps nagging at you to do so. If you ever need anything to take care of yourself, like meds or any other kind of aid, she’s more than happy to either pay for it or help you pay for it. She’ll likely do what she can to help you become better.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Laswell doesn’t get jealous very easily. She’s a diplomat, if she wants someone to leave then she’ll just talk them into doing so. So, Laswell doesn’t deal with jealousy very often. Besides, if you want to spend time with someone else, make new connections, then she won’t stop you. Having connections is one of the most important things out there, so she’ll actively encourage you to go out and talk to people other than her. But if you want, you can start small and just talk to her friends for now.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Laswell has had a few girlfriends in the past, but nothing that lasted too long, unfortunately. She’s kissed them here and there and was pretty decent at it. She’s not bad at kissing, definitely not as clumsy as, say, Farah. The first kiss with her would be short but sweet. She’d just stargaze with you and ask you if she could kiss you. Again, the kiss wouldn’t last long, but the soft and tender gaze she gave you afterwards was ingrained into your brain forever. She still looks at you like that when she thinks you aren’t looking.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I think she’d take you on a fancy “date” first. She’d take you to a nice restaurant and then to an aquarium, a planetarium or a museum so you can have fun there together. Afterwards she’d take you to a nice and open field where she’d confess to you. No gifts, but she wants that day to be one you can remember forever. Besides, maybe she could sway you into saying yes by having a nice day with you before confessing.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes, Laswell wants to get married. She’d propose during a holiday, like Christmas, or any other holiday you celebrate. And if you don’t celebrate anything then she’ll propose to you on your birthday. She’d get on one knee and pull out the ring in the middle of the restaurant. She does want that free dessert, in all honesty. Marriage with her would be sweet. You’d both have your duties together and work on them together. You’d go on dates fairly often, you’d go on vacation. If you work at something like an amusement park, then she’ll come visit you as well and just chat with you for a while.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Her nicknames aren’t very fancy. They’re the classic ones you’d expect from her. Something along the lines of my love, sweetheart and sweetie. However, if you know at least two languages, or if your native tongue isn’t English, then she’ll call you pet names in those other languages as well. If she knows that language, that’s great, if she doesn’t, then she’ll simply learn it. Either way, you will be loved in every language you know, Laswell stops at nothing to attain that.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s not very obvious. She usually keeps her relationships professional and doesn’t get closer to people than she needs to. So she wouldn’t give you any special treatment just because she’s in love with you. If you’re shy, then she’s more inclined to start a conversation with you and invite you for some coffee, but she won’t go out of her way for anything else. If anything, once she realizes she’s in love with you she might avoid you a bit and hope that the feelings will go away on their own.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

No, Laswell doesn’t brag. She doesn’t tell very many people about you either. Not everyone needs to know about you since it will put in you danger, which she doesn’t want. The people close to her know about you, so Nikolai and the TF141 and a select few other people, but no one else. It’s no one’s business that you’re dating. She doesn’t do PDA either. She’s not at all a big fan of it and believes that those kinds of acts of affection should be kept behind closed doors.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

She’s extremely observant, rational and can use her words very well. It’ll be rare for Laswell to offend you, she carefully chooses her words before speaking since the peace of an entire country could depend on that. She knows what kind of effect certain words have on you and will use that to her advantage. Not for evil, mind you, but to make you feel better, more confident, and happied. Laswell loves you too much to be mean to you and use her abilities for evil.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Laswell is rather cliched when it comes to romance. She loves going on walks with you, going to aquariums and just watching awful movies together. She could be creative if she wanted to be, but she thinks a normal romance suffices for her. It doesn’t need to be anything fancy, something basic will do just fine. Besides, you likely won’t get hurt while eating at a candlelit dinner. You might get hurt while scuba diving, though.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes. Laswell is an older lady, she knows a lot of things about life by now. If you need advice, she’s there for you. If you need her help in any other way then she’ll do what she can to assist you. Just give her the word and she’ll do just about anything for you. She definitely does believe in you and that you can achieve just about anything you set your mind to. As long as your goals aren’t detrimental to your health, she’ll support just about anything you do.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

No, she doesn’t particularly need anything new. She gets the unexpected and new at her job pretty much every day. She loves having a routine with nothing unexpected popping up, it helps her relax. Sure, you can try some unfamiliar food together, or you can drive to a new city and go shopping there, but she doesn’t particularly want something new every day. Having a routing is nice, it means everything is going according to plan for once and she doesn’t need to fear anything.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

She knows you pretty well by the time you’re together. It takes years for Laswell to be in a relationship with someone, so she’ll know you pretty well by then. Besides, she can read people like they’re open books, and that does include you as well. She’s somewhat empathetic, but not a lot. Sure, she can feel the emotions of others if she’s close with them, but she doesn’t feel them as intensely as the other person.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is pretty important to her. I’d say your relationship is slightly more important to her than her job. Sure, she won’t just quit because you tell her to, but she will take your feelings into consideration as well. She’s well aware you want her to be safe and sound, but she just can’t always guarantee that. Sure, she’ll do her best to come home to you at the end of the day unscathed, but you can’t expect her to quit something that’s so important to her. She will argue with you about that as well, she’s not afraid to speak her mind.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Her favorite animal is the lamb, so you’ve likely gifted her a small keychain with a cuddle little lamb on it. It’s her favorite item. Sure, it’s nothing special, but it means the world to her. She takes it with her wherever she goes. Laswell has given you a matching keychain and plushies of your favorite animal to show her gratitude as well. Life is a constant give and take, she wants you to feel loved and cared for as well. Whatever you do, Laswell will outdo you and do something even greater. It becomes a competition at some point.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

She’s affectionate in her own ways. Does she love giving you gifts and doing something for you? Yes, absolutely. Does she love to kiss and cuddle? Not particularly. Sure, she’ll kiss you in the morning before she leaves for work, and she’ll cuddle you if you really insist on doing so, but she’s not a very cuddly person. Too much physical contact irritates her greatly, so you better respect that or else your relationship won’t work out for too long. Laswell has her boundaries. She respects yours, so she expects you to do the same.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

She has a picture of the both of you sitting at the beach together in her wallet, which she looks at when she misses you. If she can, she will just call you to hear your voice, doesn’t matter if it’s midnight for her at the time. If she wants to hear from you then she will. Besides, calling you eases her nerves as well. Sure, she doesn’t get as anxious about something happening to you, she’s a rather calm person in general, but she will miss you if she’s gone for too long. Keeps in contact with you, if her mission allows it.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes, she is. She breaks the law on the regular anyway, but she doesn’t mind doing it for you. She’d torture someone for you if you got kidnapped. It’s not her style to just kill someone like that unless she has good reason to, but she can be very petty if something were to happen to you. She can deprive someone of their freedom very easily and make sure they never see the sunlight again. She’ll have them thrown in the worst jail imaginable, just to make sure you’ll never be hurt again.

#cod #cod x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #I think I'm gonna stop taking these from now on #these are so tiring to write especially if people keep requesting the entire thing for a character #I've mentioned that I only take a few letters at a time for a character at this point and I think I will stand by that #I genuinely can't type anymore today I'm so tired #I didn't sleep well and now I've been writing for almost three hours #I think I'll leave it at that and won't put too much in the tags anymore #thank you for the request! have a nice day though!

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pleaseeeimjustagirl · 4 months

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Reinvent Yourself In 2024

The new year Is almost here and it is time for us to lock in on our goals babes! This upcoming year is a fresh start so whatever has happened this year that hasn’t benefitted you can be left behind and what was beneficial we will take into the new year. I know many of us are on self-improvement journeys and working on connecting with our higher selves. This is my guide to help us reinvent ourselves<3

Takeaways from this year

♡ Reflect on this year. Did you face any hardships? What growth did you have? Have you made any new friends? Write down how your year has been so far and the takeaways from this year the good and the bad.

♡ Look back on your goals. What goals did you set for this year and did you achieve them? If you didn’t achieve all your goals it is okay to take them with you into 2024 if they align with your higher self.

♡ Accept this year for what it was. This year has happened and maybe it did not go the way you thought it did or maybe it did but either way come to terms with what has happened this year release it and go into the new year with a clean slate.

What does your higher self look like?

These are important questions to ask yourself when trying to reinvent yourself. The person that you want to become who is she? What does she do for a living? Where does she go? What does she eat? What are her hobbies? Who are her friends? I advise that you write down an outline of your higher self answer all of the questions and add anything else that you think of. Script out her daily habits and schedule. You can write a paragraph or more it is all up to you babes<3.

Setting goals for the new year

♡ Write out your goals for the new year. Be specific are you trying to lose weight? Learn a new language? Get your driver's license. Go back to school? Whatever your goals are big and small just make sure to write them out and make sure they are realistic and attainable.

♡ Create a vision board. Vision boards are super important it is always good to have a visual of your goals and higher self. You can create a physical vision board using magazines/printed-out images and craft supplies. Or you can create a digital vision board using Canva/Pinterest. Keep your vision board in a place where you will see it every day my vision board is on my MacBook because I use it every day I'm using it right now to type this post so ill have my goals always in front of me.

What you need to let go of

♡ Scarcity mindset. Believe in yourself and your goals. There is enough room for everyone to be successful even you! You can read my blog post on how to have an abundance mindset for more details<3.

♡ Social media. Take a break all of that scrolling isn’t healthy. Social media can take up a lot of our time without realizing it. If you can, look at how much of your screen time you spend weekly on social media.

♡ Learn to enjoy your own company. "This year is all about your personal growth. Sometimes, we tend to use other people as shields to avoid facing reality and to feel safe. However, you need to learn how to enjoy your own company. Try out different hobbies until you find the ones you like and enjoy.”

♡ Negative self-talk. You have to be your biggest cheerleader this year. So learn to speak kindly to yourself through affirmations and gratitude journaling. When you have a negative thought about yourself combat it with two nice thoughts. And remember when you are being mean to yourself you're being mean to the child version of you.

♡ People pleasing. This year is about you babes! Put your waist and needs first. Stop people pleasing at the cost of your comfort. To achieve greatness you need to put yourself first. I'm not saying to be extremely selfish no of course not. But do not do things that make you uncomfortable to make someone else comfortable.

♡ Friendships that do not serve you. If you are in a friendship that is toxic or you feel undervalued and do not see the benefit from the friendship end it now. Do not take people who do not align with your higher self into the new year they will drag you down. Don't completely ghost the person but surely distance yourself and move from friends to more acquaintances.

♡ Masculine Energy. We need to rest in our femininity this year. And felinity looks different for everyone aesthetically but I'm talking about resting in that soft energy and letting our femininity ooze out this year.

My final thoughts

♡ There will be people and habits that you will have to leave in 2023 and that is okay

♡ Be kind to yourself! Talk to yourself with love this year and focus on bettering your mental health. If you need to go to therapy invest in therapy, read the self-help books, and have fun this year don’t be super strict on yourself.

♡ Be very intentional this year about where you go, who you hang out with, what you eat, and so on.

You can start planning for the new year now if you haven’t already we have a couple of days till New Year's Eve (12/31 my birthdayyy i’m turning 21 im super exciteddd). I'm so happy to be going into the new year with you girlies and I can’t wait to see what this year bring us<3.

New year book recommendations

♡ “The 12 Week Year” by Brian P. Moran, Michael Lennington. I highly recommend this book helps us break our year into 4 quarters so you can effectively achieve your new year goals.

♡ “The Mountain Is You” by Brianna Wiest I've recommended this book in my You’re Postponing Your Dream Life blog post. This book is perfect for anyone dealing with self-sabotage I've been reading it and I love it the author opens you up to a different view of self-sabotage.

♡ “Atomic Habits” by James Clear is the perfect book for any of my girlies who want to be able to build and maintain habits. I highly recommend it because the habits that our higher selves have are usually habits we don’t have in this book, the author teaches you how to accomplish more by doing less.

♡ "How to Survive Your Childhood Now That You're an Adult: A Path to Authenticity and Awakening,” by Ira Israel this book is for my babes who have childhood trauma and would like to heal those wounds in the new year. The author explains how to let go of negative habits, thoughts, and behaviors that may have developed in childhood.

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What would Dabi think about his beloved daughter going on practice rounds with Bakugou 😭 I honestly think his fantasy with running Bakugou over would increase

Omgggg that brat would do it to spite them 😭😭😭 but imagine this:

"Hey, Dad?" Dabi hummed as he ate his dinner. "I wanted to ask if I can take your McLaren out today?"

Dabi raised a brow. "Alright. Where'd you wanna go? I was gonna go to the tracks today, but we can stop by Target-"

"No. I meant, if I could drive your car." At that, Dabi's eyes widened.

"You... want to drive?"

Keigo smiled as he put more food on your and Dabi's plate. He knew Dabi had been waiting since forever to teach you how to drive. Dabi had tried to get you to at least get a learner's permit, but you'd turned him down because you said it was scary. Keigo had convinced him to let you come around in your own when you're ready, and there's no rush since you were still underage then.

Now that he looks at the excitement in Dabi's eyes, Keigo knows that his patience has finally paid off.

"Yeah." You nodded, eating up the last bit of dinner Keigo had made. "I was gonna go meet some friends and then go to the tracks."

You wanna learn to drive and go to the tracks? God, do you even know how happy you're making your dads?

Dabi hurriedly wiped his mouth clean. "Alright. I'm finished, why don't you go get ready and I'll be waiting for you in the car."

"What? No, I'm gonna go alone."

Keigo chuckled. "Well you can't drive without a licence, honey! Silly you, have you forgotten that you need to first learn how to hold a steering wheel?"

"Huh? But I already have my license. Katsuki taught me how to drive earlier this month and then convinced me to take the test! Here!" You pulled out your driver's license, bragging how you aced the test on first attempt and all the amazing tips gave you. But Keigo and Dabi had stopped listening.

You have a licence? Katsuki taught you how to drive? KATSUKI TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DRIVE-

Dabi's face began reddening from rage and Keigo could see the fury in his eyes. Dabi was already fucking pissed because of you spending time with that new racer that thinks he's the fucking champion of the world. When Keigo brought you to tracks, instead of cheering Davi from the stands, youd sneak off to see Katsuki, and Dabi even caught you sitting on the back of his car, where the blonde was putting his sweaty helmet on you and then attacked you (gently) on the lips with his disgusting lips. Clearly, Dabi had to save you (he actually carried you back). Katsuki was dangerous for you, and youd been soending way too much time with him- off tracks even. Just last week, you'd begged them to let you go out with friends and later found out that Katsuki had taken you to some underground, totally illegal, street races.

And now that brat had the fucking nerve to teach you how to drive. He took that moment of bonding, something that Dabi had been looking forward to ever since you were a baby, and Katsuki took that from him.

Dabi's gonna kill him.

"So... can I go?"You asked.

"No."

"No? But why not?" Your voice got quite as you saw the angry look in Dabi's eyes. Your eyes trailed down to his clenched fists that were now beginning to shake.

"Because-!"

"Because that's an expensive car, darling! And its got a powerful engine that you're not quite familiar with."Keigo smiled, cutting Dabi off on purpose. "Why don't I get you car that's more suited to you? A Volvo? Mustang? BMW? Why don't you come to the dealership with me tomorrow and we can choose something for you. And if you're as good as you say, then may Dabi can see if you're ready to take one of his cars for a spin?"

You squealed and hugged them both. You weren't expecting them to get you a car! You went to your room to talk to you friends about what car should you get (and Keigo had no doubt you were gonna talk to Katsuki too).

"We shouldn't be gifting her a car-"

"Dabi."

"Dont. We shouldn't be rewarding her- it'll only encourage her to spend more time with that bleached brat!" Dabi yelled.

"No, Dabi. You getting angry at her is gonna drive her away and send her right into his arms!" Keigo argued. He sighed as he watched Dabi's rage further increase. "Dabi~ I know you anger is justified, it is. I hate that boy as much as you do, but it won't do us any good if you lose your shit and get mad at Y/n."

Dabi finally deflated when Keigo wrapped his arms around him. "Then what do we do? We can't just sit around now, Kei. At this rate, he'll take Y/n away."

Keigo's arms tightened at that. "Dont worry. I'll figure something out. You just focus on winning your races and being the best dad to Y/n."

God knows you'll need their shoulders to cry on when Katsuki's brakes fail.

#yandere dad dabi #yandere dad hawks #yandere dabi x reader #yandere hawks #yandere hawks x reader #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi

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mellarked-katnisseverdeen · 10 months

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I present Peeta learning to drive Post MJ.

The plans to rebuild the bakery are well underway, and idk who but someone mentions to him it might be good to learn to drive a vehicle in order to carry his supplies from the train. It makes sense and Peeta signs up to take the necessary classes.

ALL the vehicles in 12 are old, and chosen specifically for the dirt roads that are in the majority of the district still.

Katniss teases him for being a fancy guy about it, because he is one of only a few at that point who have a license or car/truck.

He is a very slow driver, being sure not to ever be going fast enough to harm someone, as people walking outnumber him by a lot.

Once he passes the class and finds something used absolutely be thankful once building really starts. He isn't sure how he's move around those supplies without the used truck shipped from D1.

He convinces Katniss to go on several driving dates with him. They are fun even if Katniss wouldn't say as much out loud right away.

He also convinces Katniss to try and learn. She never really gets the hang of it enough to get her license, but because she truly Does Not CareTM can sometimes be seen driving the thing crazily around D12 when she has places, she really needs to be.

More than once, this has been because of a deer she can't carry by herself to the hob.

#Peeta Mellark #Everlark #as well #Katniss Everdeen #The Hunger Games #Headcanons

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theheromira · 5 months

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Nimona appreciation post Part 5

Hi Guys, it's me again. The last weeks were a bit stressful, but hey, know I got my drivers license (I'm a bit old to do it now, but welp, never really needed it) ^^ Anyway, let's go right in with part 5 :)

- starting the next part and the first thing I'm hearing is Todd, greeaaatt (not) - nice that Mansley has a guest appearance - and Todd being an immature child right after trying to be mature, not surprising… it's kinda funny how he says butt tbh - the dialog of the knights in the background also is kinda fun, especially that "so sad though" - aaand, now the knights in the background already start accusing of Amb helping Bal, which got me really feeling like he also wasn't liked by the knights that much - liking the look on the directors face when she looks up to see the giant whale-shaped hole - nice that they clarify it, that the showers are destroyed (I just like little comedy-quibs like that, which you don't entirely expect) - Amb being in the literal spotlight while Todd accuses him of workingwith/helping Bal - Rhinos will now forever be big fat unicorns to me, change my mind - that emphasis on "common" in common children makes me feel like the director (and the institute for that matter) see commoners as less than them or not even really as humans - no way, Todd was born?? (don't know if that's a dig on the guy who wrote that dialog or if it's probs for howing how dumb Todd is lol) - ngl, that Todd doesn't say "one" when he say there are two things he wants and then omitting the two entirely triggers me everytime… like: my guy, count correct or not at all - also his sword doesn't look that big tbh - you can literally see the moment Amb decides to be the boss of the hunt on Bal, when Todd says he's gonna make it hurt - Todd being all like: yeah, yeah, you're not gonna get that role and the director being blinded enough by her little blood purity thing that she literally glosses over the fact that everyone there prob knows he and Bal were very close - Nimona doesn't do "drawing no attention" - that poor mouse btw, it's gotta get a heart attack any second - love the "I was going for the hurting people version" - "Buh! I'm a ghost." lol and it works to not draw the attention of the guy walking past lol - Love the line delivery right after the ghost part and Nims slap to his face as a reaction lol - "unclench your mustache" is now one of my favourite sayings when someone is behaving as if he/she has a stick in their butt - she had to ask what the worst that could happen would be - the attack wasn't bad enough to be called horrific, was it? - love that she again tries to let Bal question the stuff he learned from the institute - he thinks like two seconds about her "Soo, maybe there's nothing there." and you can see for a split second how he slips before he irons himself out and gets back in his brainwashed "knowledge" - love how she looks a bit sad there when he tell her no wings he will want them later 100%

Soo, that was a short one again. Next one will come out this weekend, promise. Until then, bye bye :)

#netflix nimona #nimona #appreciation #gay knights #nimona film #nimona spoilers #goldenheart #nimona ballister

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sirowsky · 10 months

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--The Beauty of Mechanics--

This is the final of the Birthday Stories!

Description: Frankie's working away in his shop when an unexpected arrival makes him pause. Frankie Morales x Original Female Character.

Rating: Teen Warnings: Meet cute, a bit of shop-talk, fluff, Frankie's just a lovesick puppy. Mechanic!Frankie. AU. Word Count: 1500 Author’s Masterlist

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The car sounded like it had swallowed a nightingale as it rolled up to the open garage doors of the workshop, and Frankie grabbed a towel to wipe some grime off his hands while he slowly walked out there to greet what was sure to be a new customer. He didn’t recognize the car or the license plate, so it wasn’t one of his regulars, but he did recognize the make and model of the machine.

A classic 1967 Mustang, one of his favorites. And this one was in mint condition, all black with silver detailing and tinted windows. An absolute masterpiece. It looked almost alive and somewhat menacing when it was so well polished and it was clear that a lot of thought had gone into the styling, which was still true to the classic look, but utilized modern materials.

When he got to the front left corner of it, the driver’s door opened, and his eyebrows shot up as he watched a woman step out and come towards him. Not because he couldn’t believe, or for whatever reason felt, that women didn’t belong behind the wheel of such a car, but because this particular woman was even more gorgeous than her choice of vehicle.

She was wearing dark brown worker boots, tight black jeans, and a black silk blouse to compliment the vehicle, but her short Pink!-style hair had a deep purple shade, fading into pale blue at the ends, a look which seriously suited her. He also noticed that she wasn’t wearing any jewelry but had a Sinn watch around her wrist, a brand which boasts some of the toughest watches on the market, all of which gave him the feeling that this was no delicate flower of a woman.

“Hey, sorry to drop by without an appointment,” she said while pulling off her sapphire blue Oakley sunglasses, revealing almost golden colored eyes.

“That’s okay, I’ve got time. She sounds terrible,” Frankie replied, nodding towards the machine.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened, she was running fine five minutes ago. Think you can take a look?” she asked, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“She’s absolutely beautiful, I’d love to look at her all day. But yeah, pop the hood and I’ll see what’s going on.”

She did as he asked, and the first thing he noticed was that this engine was custom built and by someone truly talented. But at first glance, he couldn’t find any obvious cause for the racket, so he asked her to start it up so he could listen to the noise more clearly, and after just a few seconds he signed for her cut the engine again.

“I’d say it’s probably coming from the exhaust. I’ll need to lift it up to know for sure. You want me to try and fix it for you right now, or do you wanna make an appointment?”

“If you have the time to take care of it right away, you’d be making my day,” she chimed, sounding absolutely astounded that he might actually be able to fit her in immediately.

“Sure, I’ve only got a standard service scheduled for today and that customer is abroad, so it can wait. A beauty like this shouldn’t have to roll around sounding like a freaked-out crow,” he offered, and that made her smile, damned near taking his breath away.

He asked her to drive it onto the ramp, letting her step out before he raised it, and she remained right next to him when he got to work. He noted that she was careful not to get in his way, though, and she didn’t attempt to criticize anything he did. Instead, it seemed like she was just eager to learn more about the car and how to take care of it, which only made him enjoy her company all the more.

“So, you were just out driving when it suddenly started sounding like this?” he asked, both to carry on a conversation, and to learn more about the problem.

“Yeah, there was no indication at all that anything was out of order, it came out of nowhere,” she elaborated. “Normally, I’d have taken it to my regular mechanic, but he’s on vacation and I don’t trust his colleague with my girl. He’s way too sloppy.”

“So, no pressure, then,” he chuckled drily.

“Oh, I already know you’re a better mechanic than that guy, so you can relax,” she reassured him, which really did calm him.

So many customers, and especially those with fancy cars of any kind, would get so uptight about him not putting a scratch on their expensive toys, that they’d deliberately try and put as much pressure on him as possible. But this lovely woman was just concerned about him actually fixing the problem, and seemed to understand that adding any tension to the situation was only going to make that harder.

“Have you done any work on it yourself?” he asked, trying to distract himself from the fact that she was rapidly becoming very attractive, in every possible way.

“Pretty much the entire exterior,” she started, and he was mildly surprised by that. “I’ve never worked with painting cars, but I’ve been doing it as a hobby since my teens. I’ve ordered, but sometimes also made custom detailing, like the new headlights and the grill. I love that sort of thing. Tweaking tiny details to achieve the most aesthetically pleasing look, but without taking focus away from the beauty of the entire machine. I’ve always wished that I could somehow do that stuff for a living, but I’ve just never been able to.”

Seriously? With that level of talent she should’ve been working at a custom shop a long time ago.

“Wow. It’s actually kinda hard to believe that no one’s taken an interest, because the first thing I thought when I saw this car, was that it looks fucking perfect. You’ve got a really good eye,” he complimented, meaning every word, and she seemed truly grateful to hear it.

“I just love to make cars look their best. Like stylists do with people, or real estate agents with houses. It makes me feel all buzzed to look at a gorgeously styled car, or motorcycle, or anything on wheels, really,” she elaborated, and for the first time since he met her, she looked a little shy, or unsure.

As if she wasn’t used to being able to say these things without getting laughed at.

“Well, I’m just a small business grease monkey, but I’m pretty good at what I do too, and I’m telling you, if I’d only had the means, I’d have hired you on the spot.”

She smiled so warmly at him as she heard that, and it made something very pleasant spread through his blood.

It turned out that the problem was just the air intake tube on the catalytic converter, so it was an easy fix, and Frankie was almost a bit annoyed at that, because it meant that he would lose her company much too soon.

“Okay, all done,” he announced once he’d lowered the car and had her start it up again to make sure that his diagnosis had been correct.

“Great, I’m so glad it wasn’t something serious. How much do I owe you?” she chirped, but he just shrugged, suddenly feeling quite unhappy.

“Nothing. It took me less than fifteen minutes and that tube costs like a dollar,” he said, showing his hands in his pockets to keep them from moving around nervously.

He really wanted to ask her out, but he felt like there was no way in hell she’d agree to that. He wasn’t nearly cool enough to hold the interest of a woman like that.

“Oh. Okay…” she replied, suddenly looking so misplaced in his garage, with her quiet but strong confidence and overall powerful look, against the backdrop of clutter and dirt. “Well, if you ever need a paintjob, let me know.”

“Sure. But I’d need your number for that,” he cheekily pointed out, thinking there was no chance he’d ever get it.

Which was why, when she stepped over to a really dusty old car-door, standing leaned against the end of his workbench, and wrote her number in the dust, he just dumbly stared at her, unable to say a single thing.

“I’ll look forward to hearing from you,” she said with a soft curve to her lips, and then she got back into her car and left.

He stood there, still staring after her, unable to process what had just taken place, when his cellphone started ringing.

“Morales,” he answered without even looking at the screen to see who was calling, because he was still staring outside, listening for the sound of that gorgeous engine.

“Hey, Frankie,” he heard Pope on the other end, and the familiar voice broke through the stunned silence in his brain.

“Santi… you’re not gonna believe what just happened at the garage…”

THE END

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Thank you for reading and helping me celebrate! I wish you a wonderful day <3

Tagging a few people who I think might wanna read these stories: @startrekkingaroundasgard @deadhumourist @tintinn16 @suttonspuds @tanzthompson @shsoba05 @f0rever15elf @justnat15 @lowlights @dornish-queen @radiowallet @spishsstuff @harriedandharassed @i-love-movies @tiffanypooh @chaoticfestninja @insomniamamma @pedrostories

#sirowsky's birthday celebration #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #frankie morales x original female character #frankie morales x ofc #frankie morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #mechanic!frankie #triple frontier au

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imagine-silk · 9 months

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I LOVE YOUR PETER B PARKER AND YOUNGER AUTISTIC READER FICS. THEYRE AMAZING!! CAN WE PLEASE GET MORE? I DONT CARE WHAT THE SCENARIO IS, BUT ID LIKE IT TO BE FLUFFY/LIGHT HEARTED.

》 ARE WE YELLING NOW? THANK YOU FOR YOUR EXCITEMENT AND ASK, IT MEANS A LOT.

His favoritism is blatant and as subtle as a parade float, that's nothing new. Yours is. At first it's just that he could get away with touching you, shoulder clasps and such, but after a while you prolonged it by not moving. When you realized it you then initiated it. Straight up walked up and leaned on him while he was talking to someone. Others are jealous, especially because he will not shut up about it.

The closest person to Peter's status is Hobie. He is a naturally touchy person so it's usually fine if you're neural or higher, it can be allowed, or at least shaken off. That being said, he's also the most punched out of everyone. Not that your always in a bad mood, he goes up to you at random sometimes and startles you, even if you were in a good mood.

Gwen was a yes in your book, she just really passed the vibe check the first time you met her. And she generally cleaned up her mistakes so it was usually forgiven on the spot. There are a few times it took a while to forgive her though. Like the time she opened your collectable.

Pav was so difficult to describe to you. He just ran around and said exactly what he meant. It was very nice for you. But he was also very adamant on his goal to be better than Peter and become the new favorite. It was very cute and you didn't really know how you felt about it so you just didn't think about it and enjoyed his company.

Now Miles was and is annoyed he started late in the race. To becoming your favorite of course. Everyone else knew you and he just got there. He tries to cheat and gives you things. Things that sometimes fail miserably or hit completely. If you smile at him your being polite and just taking it, the more strained it is the more you don't like it. If your face goes blank it's a hit. Added with the statement that is something like 'thank you' or 'you have no idea how excited I am' he knows he hit the jackpot. He also does this away from the others so they don't get any ideas.

Miguel and you share a common enemy; you're both not funny, at least not intentionally. But you're both kinda fine with it. He had work to do and you wanted work to do. The others laughing around you was nice though, another common thought you had.

As for hyper-fixations Miles is the first one to figure out things. You have a new book in your hands and pots of plants with a coffee press on the counter. Two plus two equals you're trying to make coffee completely by hand. Pavitr would be the one to take time to learn about the things you do to the fullest extent he could, balancing school and home life. But after all of that Miguel is actually the one to take you place to do things, he has money and a driver's license.

Speaking of Miguel, he would never admit it but he was also fighting for first place, he just didn't have a lot of time to do it. He's a busy man who takes work he really should just delegate. So if Peter's gone for awhile he'll pick up the slack before you start to decline. It's all under the guise of you doing him a favor or vice versa. You said he needed to go out and touch grass so it was a good way to make both of you to do it.

Having said all of this, Peter will still never be dethroned. He's not blind, you like everyone else, he's just better. To say you boosted his ego would be the world's biggest understatement.

#ask and you shall receive #atsv #gender neutral reader #autistic reader #peter b. parker #miles morales #hobie brown #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #miguel o'hara #marvel

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furiousgoldfish · 7 months

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Hi. Is it financial abuse, if your parents are forcing you to buy necessities such as clothes, shoes, monthly tickets? When I spoke to my mother about my last pair of shoes breaking, she said to me that I should buy new shoes, asking me when I will do it and such. Next day (before I bought the shoes) she told me they wouldn't pay for the shoes because they have bills to pay with such unchalant tone. I understand my family isn't the wealthiest but I have seen my parents being able to buy treats or my mother often buying herself books. I don't have a job yet and just the way how she told it to me just makes me feel like she is trying to use the money that I have told her I am saving to one day be able to pay for bigger things (driver license or being able to move out)

Yep it is. My parents did that exact same thing, and I've heard this almost exact scenario, with the same detached voice, from many kids of abusive parents. They don't want their children to have their own money because they know children will want to save up for leaving or gaining survival skills. It's an act of sabotage. If they honestly didn't have money, it would be another thing, but in cases like this they usually absolutely do have the money, and aim to deplete their kid's savings so their kid can't do anything they want to do later in life.

I'm so sorry, but you can count on them doing more of this, I suggest learning to thrift, joining facebook groups where they gift thing (like buy nothing groups) and borrowing things from friends when you need something, that way you don't need to deplete your savings and you can easily get the resources you need! You don't need to tell anyone where you got them. I once had a friend gift me a pair of shoes and my parents were pissed about it, hahaha. It really shows what their goal is.

#financial abuse #escape sabotage #pretending they'll pay then not paying #forcing their own kid to live without resources while they have plenty #depleting child's savings #abuse #child abuse #abusive parents

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dreamersbcll · 9 months

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“Ink Blots”

for @krikeymate

3/5

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May 19th, 2018

Dear Sam,

Two years. Two whole years. You got up and left. No surprise. I’m still where you left me.

Every day I wake up, and there’s five seconds of bliss before I remember. You’re there for a heartbeat, nothing more. I can almost feel your breath on my cheek and your hand brushing through my hair

I can picture it all. You are holding me, your chin buried into my shoulder. I am holding your hands as they wrap around me. It’s imprinted on my brain.

Amber tells me every day that I need to move on. That you’re long gone. That when you were here, you were never really here. It’s like a broken record.

Yet, She’s right in some ways. You always chose any other substance but me.

But I don’t want to admit that she’s right. She would take it and run. I love her, but she’s a little too intense sometimes. We’ve watched the Stab movies every night since you left like clockwork. I don’t get it.

Please come home. The back door is always open. I don’t lock my bedroom door anymore. You can slip in.

Love, Tara.

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June 15th, 2018

Dear Samantha,

Formal right? I found your birth certificate and some other documents today. Well, Amber did. She looked through my shit earlier, claiming she “wanted to see if you took your personal information.”

Spoiler: you didn’t. But I don’t know why you would. I’m pretty sure just a driver’s license is needed to disappear.

Anyways, I put your shit into a box and hid it under the floorboards. You’ll find it one day, I’m sure.

I couldn’t find my information. Maybe I’m not a Carpenter. That would be something, huh? Being able to escape this hell family line.

A girl can dream.

Tara Carpenter (maybe).

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September 27th, 2018

Dear Sam,

High school sucks. Sophomore year sucks. I hate this place.

I don’t want to do anything. I hate math. I’m not good at history. I can’t remember shit.

All the teachers give me looks. Looks of sympathy, disgust, suspicion. I think they recognize the family name. School wasn’t your thing, but it would’ve been nice if you didn’t fuck it up for me. I can barely keep up with the shit they throw at me.

The only one who’s forgiving me is my English teacher Ms. Smith. She has kind, gentle brown eyes, just like yours. Surprisingly, she’s the only teacher who believes in me.

We read books a lot. She helps mentor me in critical writing skills.

Who knows. Maybe I’ll write a book and make us famous, just like that Gale Weathers lady.

Tara

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November 16th, 2018

Dear Sam,

Do you ever wonder if Mom was ever good? Did we make her this way?

Did I make her this way?

I’m so sick of cleaning up broken bottles and piles of puke. I’m so tired of watching her wither away right before my eyes. I can’t even save her. I can’t tell her to stop. I can’t get her to stop.

Begging and pleading never worked. Trust me; I’ve been trying it with you every night. I think God, or whatever deities I pray to, stopped listening years ago.

It’s strange. First, Dad leaves. Then you. And now Mom had her foot halfway out the door. Is it me? Do you all leave because of me?

What the hell did I do?

Confused, Tara.

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December 14th, 2018

Dear Sam,

Sweet sixteen. Happy birthday to me. Not that you cared.

Mindy and Chad decorated my locker. Amber bought me flowers and a cake. Ms.Smith gave me a new journal. Mom went on a business trip to Singapore.

And… I’m sixteen. I have a handful of people that care. But they don’t matter. They don’t fucking matter.

I want you, Sammy. You promised to teach me how to drive. You promised to take me for my license. I’ve had to learn how to drive with Amber. And she’s taking me for my license tomorrow. Everything you were supposed to do.

But I suppose this is what you wanted. You would’ve come back if it wasn’t.

I hope wherever you are sucks. I hope you feel my disappointment and anger from here. I’m furious with you. I hate it.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Tara

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January 1st, 2019

Dear Sam,

I’m drunk and I miss you and I wish you were here I wish you loved me I want you to love me come back come back come back

Love Tara

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February 18th, 2019

Dear Sam,

I got picked for the school newspaper—advice column. I laughed in Ms. Smith’s face when she offered it to me.

Advice column. As if I would be the one to give advice. I can’t get anyone to stay.

Did you hear that Robbie Sullivan asked me on a date? I said yes. He never showed up to the theater. Amber was pissed. He came to school the next day with a broken arm and fractured ribs. He said some asshole attacked him.

Funny. Amber talked about a scene in the Stab franchise where someone gets ambushed and hurt. Seemed familiar.

Anyways. School is slow, and life is passing me by. Chad is a big-shot basketball player. I haven’t gone to a game. I can’t stand being in a room full of people and feeling so alone. Mindy is okay with it. She comes over sometimes to braid my hair and make my bed.

Everything is in slow motion. Time is passing, but not at all.

Do you feel that way?

Tara.

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April 4th, 2019

Dear Sam,

I’m doing fine. I’m regaining all my strength and self-worth in record time. I brush my hair most days and even clean my room once a week.

I stopped going through the photos I kept under my bed. I feel no need to reflect on the past right now because that’s all I can do. There’s no future when I know you’re out there ignoring me.

Maybe even forgetting about me.

I joined a club. A book club. It’s nice just sitting there and letting people’s opinions swallow me whole. I can listen and nod, and everyone leaves me alone; because I’m not moping around anymore. Amber is happier anyways. She was so angry with me for being sad all the time.

Jokes on her; I’m still sad. But I can’t lose anything else anymore, so sadness is a wasted feeling. I can walk for hours in the darkness, stay up all night, pray, and it still wouldn’t matter.

You are still gone, and I am here. I might as well try.

Tara.

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May 19th, 2019

Dear Sam,

Three years.

I don’t know if I have any tears left to cry for you. I’ve accepted that I’ll never see you again if you could help it.

I hope that once I’m out of this town, you come back, looking for me. And when I’m not there, you understand how it feels.

I try not to be mean. But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? An escape from me. You were leaving me before I could infect you with whatever darkness swirls inside me.

No explanation comes to my mind besides the one where you’re sick of me.

I don’t blame you. I get it.

Love, Tara.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #ink blots au #sad sad sad sad i’m sad #yeah…………

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