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harmoonix · 5 months

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🌆City Lights🌆

°Astrology Observations°

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🌆 - Aquarius Sun/Moon/Rising can be very ambient in their moods, 1 second they're the happiest the next second they feel sad/melancolic

🌆 - Capricorn/Aries Sun/Moon/Rising/Saturn are good placements for leaders, many leaders of our world have plenty of Aries and Capricorn in their charts

🌆 - Virgo Rising/6° 18° degrees on your ascendant> Epitome of an fairy, Virgo is portrayed as a virgin holy woman with a young beauty. They can embody this beauty into themselves

🌆 - People with Sagittarius Jupiter/Jupiter in the 9th house/ Jupiter at 9°, 21° degrees are extremely lucky in life, 9th house in combination with Jupiter gives great opportunities in life and is a blessed house in the modern/vedic chart

🌆 - Pluto in the 1st house > They need to evolve, so most natives with these placements will go through a lot of transformations/challenges and lessons but they will be all worth in the end

* I just thought about it, most people of the GenZ are born with Pluto in Sagittarius and imagine all the natives of this generation born with Sag Rising > They have Pluto in the 1st house instant, an entire generation with Pluto in the 1st house*

🌆 - Lilith/Saturn/Pluto and sometimes Neptune in the 11th house can indicate being betrayed/backstabbed by friends

🌆 - People with Cancer/Moon in the 7th house need someone who is soft with them, most people I know with these placements desire an soft/sweet/nice partner

🌆 - Aquarius Mercury/Mercury at 11°, 23° can be the type of people who are obsessed with their phones/technology/ you can see them talking at the phone 24/7 or sending messages aswell

🌆 - Moon in the 6th house/Cancer in the 6th house natives can get affected by the Moon and that affects their moods aswell, for example when Moon is in Capricorn and Cap being Cancer's opposite, the native can feel overwhelmed, nervous etc..Your mood is affected by the signs the moon is in that actual moment

🌆 - And I also think everyone feels better when their moon sign comes back in their sign from birth chart, like for example your moon is in Leo and you may feel the best right exactly when the moon it's in Leo

🌆 - I feel like natives with an Earth sign in their 2nd house may like eating a lot, I mean they can be the type of people who are always hungry or thinking about food

🌆 - Chiron in the 1st/2nd house and aspecting ascendant can have a fear of gaining weight, or being seen as someone who may gain a lot of weight, they don't like such things and can often overthink about it

🌆 - There is no lie that people with Lilith - Mercury/Pluto - Mercury aspects and Lilith in the 3rd house are giving the best moans when they're in bed, and its actually more fun when it comes from ✨both✨ like, honey...don't make me sing alone by myself...

🌆 - Venus - conjunct Mercury can also possess a very good voice, but theirs can actually be more sensual and more light, let me just say people get excited when they hear your ✨voice✨

🌆 - Lilith square/opposite/conjunct Jupiter > the vibe of that person who always thinks about naughty things and has magnetic sexual energy

🌆 - Saturn in the 6th house people are very kind, I never saw one Saturn in 6H doing something wrong or bad, they respect the rules and themselves, and they also make treat people with respect

🌆 - A Fire Sign in your 3rd house can indicate that you may like driving/cars/motorcycles etc... Also if you have Mars in that house too

🌆 - Venus in Pisces/Venus in the 12th house > I imagine these natives as the people who want to cuddle all day long and staying bed while watching some Netflix

🌆 - Libra/Taurus/Venus/Moon in your 4th house give you that aesthetic eye for decoration, your home can be your temple and you can decorate it so beautifully

🌆 - Having 9th & 12th house placements in your Juno persona chart can indicate an foreign spouse. Or an relationship aboard, 2 people who can live in different countries but in a relationship

🌆 - Moon in Scorpio/Moon in the 8th house in your Juno persona chart > I can already feel the spiciness of this placement coming through, it's majestic

🌆 - Saturn - Ascendant aspects can get tired fast, these natives really need some active life, they can get less motivated aswell or just randomly lose all their motivation for something

🌆 - Sagittarius Venus is a fierce placement for those who may like flirting/talking dirty. Because they can have succes 100% also they like it spicy

🌆 - Juno trine/sextile/conjunct Neptune> they can create an special connection in their relationships and usually this energy can be felt even if they broke up. You can be the type of person people miss after they broke up with you

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🧁 - Night can be very beautiful sometimes. Especially if your city is surrounded by beautiful lights, but always take care when you plan to go outside at night. Just as a precaution 🧁

🧁 Have a very wonderful day to all people who read my notes, take care of yourself and love yourself the most 🧁

- H a r m o o n i x

#astrology #astro observations #birth chart #astrology observations #astro notes #placements #astro community #horoscope #ascendant #venus #fyp2023 #astrology fyp #fypage #tumblr fyp

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hellbornsworld · 2 months

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS-11

🎀 Angel Eyes by @bunnyhugs77 - OneShot

Pairing: Patient! Jungkook x Reader

"You're such a bad influence, y'know? I can't believe you really almost made me do that." His bunny-like smile is on display when he speaks, "That wasn't me, that was your instinct. For a brief second, you just listened to your heart."

🎀 Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie - Series

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash. Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon had realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did. It was a twin thing.

🎀 SNOW IMPRINTS by @2hightocare - OneShot

Paring: DILF!JK X Reader

What was supposed to be a family reunion, ends in comparing dick sizes.

🎀 Peach. by @hongjoongscafe - OneShot

Pairing: Professor!jungkook X Camgirl!reader

where his lust and admiration fell for a camgirl.

🎀 slow dancing by @yoonia - Series

Pairings: Jungkook x reader / Namjoon x reader

When your countdown appeared on your wrist right on the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

🎀 Magic Shop by @jungkookiebus - OneShot

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: tea shop owner!jjk x reader

you thought after three years the hurt in your heart for your dead husband would sting a little less than it did. in an attempt to clear your mind and start anew, you move to a small, coastal town. there, you find comfort in a tea shop run by a man named jeongguk. every day, at the same time, you come to the tea shop and soon start to fall for the bright-eyed man that listens to you pour your heart out. but the guilt settling in your stomach every time you think of your husband has you running from jeongguk entirely. do you have what it takes to let go?

🎀 bewitched by @jkabbi - Series

pairing: jungkook x reader

Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.

🎀 𝐜��𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 by @pennyellee - OneShot

pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader

You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

🎀 nepenthe by @lively-potter - OneShot

Pairing: CEO!JK X Reader

in which solaris celeste vesper, a sad girl with an unfortunate upbringing meets a man far older than her and, within his presence, her sorrow fades into nothingness.

Also in which jeon jungkook finds the sun he so desperately needed in his life.

🎀 PREDESTINED by @keen-li - OneShot

Pairing: Mortal/commer jk x goddess reader

"You shouldn't be here" you say with a smile. Legally he shouldn't be here but personally you're glad he's here.

🎀 SX Seoul by lo1k-diamonds - TwoShot

PAIRING: Jungkook X Reader

You're back in town and your first stop in a night out with friends is a new club: SX Seoul. You had no plans, but when you see your ex, everything changes.

🎀 oxygen by @gimmethatagustd - OneShot

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

🎀 ALL AT ONCE by @muniimyg - Series

pairings: unhinged jungkook + shy oc

jungkook confesses and you're in denial

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entitled-fangirl · 3 months

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Never been more thankful.

Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Joel finally gets to take Bill and Frank's daughter to the QZ to live with him. She finds out her fathers have passed away, and Joel has to pick up the pieces.

Words: 2,354

Warning: suicide, depression, cursing, overall sadness and angst

Author's note: This is kind of a part two to this, but it can be its own thing, too!

Masterlist <3

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Joel had never been more shocked than he was that day.

Frank had radioed Tess a few days ago, saying he needed Joel to come get her.

Joel had waited for this day, but there was something wrong about this particular day.

Frank and Bill had taken Y/N under their wings when she was only 11. She was their pride and joy. Frank had always wanted a girl of his own, to be a father. Bill wanted Frank happy. That’s how it started, anyway. Now, Bill loved the girl as much as his partner.

She had grown to be quite the beauty. The woman was innocent and kind, caring and compassionate- everything Frank had wanted her to be. Bill took her safety into consideration every day. He never wanted for her to be fearful.

Their dynamic changed when Tess and Joel came into their lives.

The day Joel met her was the best day he had had since the outbreak.

And since then, the two had been obsessed with each other.

They sent notes back and forth with the help of Frank and Tess. They went to sleep every night thinking of the other. Sneaking kisses when the others weren't looking. And strange as it sounds, Joel had opened his heart.

And he was so scared of breaking it again.

That’s why he left her in the care of her fathers. She was safest there, with them. It broke him to do so, but he did what he had to.

So, when Tess relayed the message to him, he was confused.

Bill and Frank were getting old, that much was true. Frank was getting sicker by the day, and Bill began to be too feeble to fix the things that broke. She spent her days taking care of the two as much as she could.

And Joel knew that.

He knew in his heart what was happening, but he wished he was wrong.

This is how he got here. Traveling to Bill and Frank’s to retrieve his girl.

Frank had told Tess that Y/N didn’t know Joel was coming. And no one was quite sure how she would react. Perhaps she would be overjoyed. That’s what Joel hoped for. But he knew that wouldn’t be the case.

How could she be happy to leave her fathers to die?

Bill knew he was coming though, and greeted him on the porch of their house.

Joel walked in, throwing his bag down by the door.

Frank smiled at the sight of Joel. He always wanted his daughter to be happy, and he hoped this would be her chance. Now, to tell her. “BABY GIRL…?” He called loudly.

Joel soon heard the sound of her steps on the staircase.

She froze, her hand gripping the railing. “What… what’s happening…?”

Bill walked to the staircase, standing at the bottom of it. “Go pack a bag. Now.”

She nodded immediately, her eyes remaining on Joel. She walked upstairs, beginning to pack her bag.

Frank looked over to Joel, “Thank you. Truly. She’ll be so happy with you…”

Joel nods, “I hope you’re right. Did you tell her?”

Frank tilts his head, “Tell her what, exactly?”

Joel smirks, “You two are killing yourselves. That’s why I’m taking her, isn’t it?”

The two lovers looks at each other, their eyes taking in the other’s reaction.

Frank sighs, “…yeah. Yeah, we are.”

Bill continues his thought, “…last thing we want is for her to be here when it happens. Figured we’d give her to you early. You don’t seem to mind.”

“‘Course not. I’ll treat her well, Bill. Promise.”

Bill nods.

She descends the stairs quickly, her backpack full. When she hits the bottom step and turns to Bill, “What’re we doing?”

Bill turned his body toward Joel. “You’re going with Joel. To live with him.”

Her mouth opens slightly, her eyes widening just a bit. “…what? But… I thought…”

Joel stepped toward her, “I know it’s strange. Just… trust us?”

Her eyes flitted between all three men, trying to gauge what was happening.

Finally, she nodded, stepping to the couch to put her boots on.

The three men continued to stare at each other as she did so, trying to keep the atmosphere calm.

Finally, she stands. She walks to Frank, kissing his cheek lightly. “I’ll miss you an awful lot…”

Tears finally pull into his eyes, “I’ll miss you more, I promise.”

She walks to Bill. Before she can even get too close, he’s pulled his arms around her tightly, slightly weeping into her shoulder. She lightly pats his back, “I’ll be back to visit… right, Joel?”

Both men look up to Joel to see how he would handle this.

Joel smiles at her, “yeah, sweetheart. We’ll visit.”

She lets Bill cry for a moment before he pulls her away. He places a hand on her cheek, committing her face to memory. “Joel will take good care of you.”

She nods, taking in his words.

Joel picks up his own bag before picking hers up as well.

She pulls away from Bill, walking to Joel who stands by the door. “I promise. I’ll visit. And… maybe radio..?”

Frank held a guilty look in his eyes, “Sure, baby girl. You can radio…”

It was only seconds before one of the men would spill the secret, and Joel wouldn’t let that happen. His hand gently grabbed her shoulder. “You ready?”

She nods, “yeah… I guess…”

She turns, opening the door, hearing a soft, “I love you,” from inside as she steps into her new life with Joel.

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It had been about a week. Three days in the QZ. Joel finally got her settled into his makeshift home. She was beyond happy to finally be with him. To live the life others do. But, she missed her home.

She had tried to radio every day. And never did she get a response. It broke her heart that her fathers never answered her, and she didn’t know why.

But it broke Joel more.

He didn’t know what to say. What to tell her. He watched her eyes dull more and more each day. He had to tell her soon, or she’d become ill.

So, he decided to rip off the bandaid.

She sat in front of the radio, listening for a response like always.

He sat on the ground next to her. “Sweetheart…”

She turned to look at him with a heartbreaking look in her eyes. “Why don’t they answer, Joel? Do they…. Do they not love me anymore…?”

God, Joel would do anything to take that look away from her. “I… honey, they…” He couldn’t wimp out. Like a bandaid. Like a bandaid.

She sniffled.

Shit. He couldn’t do this.

“Sweetheart, they don’t hate you. They would never ignore you or put you aside. I promise you that.”

She pulled her hand into her hands, “then what’s happening…?”

“I gotta tell you something, angel…”

Her head whipped back around to look at him, “…what?”

He took an agonizingly long deep breath, preparing himself, “Bill and Frank are dead.”

Her eyebrows furrow slightly, the rest of her face unmoving. He wasn’t sure what he expected from her, but it wasn’t this.

Her voice was low, “don’t say things like that, Joel.”

Oh fuck. This would be harder than he thought. She didn’t believe him.

“I wish I was playing. I do. But… I’m not. Not about this.”

He saw the tears begin to show in her eyes.

She pulled her legs to her chest, her arms wrapping around them with a small, “…oh.”

He sat by idly, watching her fight to hold everything in.

And she did.

She reached forward, turning off the radio.

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A week later, and Joel is at a loss. She was always so sweet. So bright. The very definition of sunshine.

And now? Well, she was different.

She stayed in their room, sitting on the bed. She only moved to eat. Her eyes always moved at a slow pace, much like the rest of her.

And Joel didn’t know what to do.

He walked into their room, leaning against the doorframe, “hey, sweetheart. You hungry?”

Her eyes slowly looked over to him, and empty look in them. That was a much of a response as he was gonna get.

“I have dinner out here. When you’re ready.”

Her eyes went back to staring at the wall.

He sighed, closing the door behind him.

…

They sat at the old table, the wood chipped and scratched.

They ate in silence, unsure of what to say to each other.

Finally, Joel broke the silence. “Listen… I… I’m sorry…”

Her eyes remained on her bowl of soup.

He sighed, “…I just… I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you, sweetheart. Honestly.”

She remained unmoving.

“But I’m not gonna sit by and let you kill yourself. You need to eat. I’m tired of watching you whither away.”

Her eyes moved up to meet his.

“I’m serious. Eat.”

She took a deep breath.

Joel was beyond frustrated now, “Goddamnit. Eat. Now.”

Her lips pull into a thin line.

“FUCKING EAT!”

A silence filled the room after Joel’s outburst. They were both slightly shocked at what came from his mouth.

The tears in her eyes had returned.

He heard a quiet, “Fuck,” before she quickly stood, rushing to the bedroom again and slamming the door behind her.

Joel leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t sure what to do with the situation in front of him.

He stood, walking to the bedroom door and knocking on it.

“Go the fuck away, Joel.”

He sighed. That’s the most she’s said in a week. Maybe it’s progress. He’d take this over no words or emotions at all.

He opened the door anyway.

There she sat, on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her legs were pulled to her, her hands covering her face, brushing at the hair that laid in her eyes.

He watched as her body racked with silent sobs.

He softly stepped to her, kneeling beside her.

She pulled her head from her hands, letting him look at her.

Tears stained her face. Her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks pink.

“You… you don’t get it…Joel…”

His hand moved up to her leg, grabbing her calf tenderly.

“Get what?”

She scoffed, “My parents died.”

He nods, pulling himself to fully sit down next to her. “…Yeah..”

Her eyes hardened, her voice turning slightly venomous, “…and you let them, Joel.”

He wanted to deny. Scoff at her. Even laugh at the thought. But it was true. He had. He let the only person he loves feel the harsh sting of death. And what for?

What didn’t he try to stop them? He couldn’t answer that himself. He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t do it to keep her. He honestly wished she could’ve stayed. There, she was safe and happy. Here? He’s practically killing her.

But he hardened at her words, slightly defensive, “What? You think I killed them? They were grown fucking men, sweetheart.”

“You fucking took me so they could go kill themselves. I hardly call that an innocent move.”

His jaw clenched.

“You listen to me. They fucking told me to come get you. They didn’t want you to see that. And by God, I sure didn’t fucking want you to, either. You can blame me all day, but I only did what I could for you. Think about that.”

They stared at each other.

Soon, she began to weep again. Only, this wasn’t a simple cry.

These were sobs.

She was finally breaking down.

She curled in on herself more.

But Joel wouldn’t let her stay that way.

He gently pulled her to him, bringing her into his lap.

She let him. Her hands grabbed at his collar, her face resting in his neck.

And he let her cry.

It must have been an hour before she pulled back, her breath slightly even. “I… I’m so… so sorry, Joel.”

There she was.

Her soft voice. The innocent look in her eye. Her sweet demeanor.

He loved her so much.

He pulls into close, hugging her body tightly. “It’s alright, honey… It’s okay…”

She pulls back again, “it’s not. I… I shouldn’t have said those things… I… I’m a horrible person…”

He brings her close again, “no, no…shh… you didn’t mean it. It’s alright.”

After a while, her muffled voice comes from his shoulder, “…did they really say they… they didn’t want me to see them…?”

He clears his throat softly, “yeah. They really cared for you, sweetheart.”

He feels her breath completely evening out now, her body relaxing in his hold. He decides to continue. “You remember the first day we met? I sure as hell do… You were sitting so pretty at lunch. And… I thought Bill was gonna kill me for noticing so. But I didn’t care…. I vowed to myself I would do anything to see you again. It worked… and… God… you just happened to like me back. A pretty girl like you… I never would have thought that would happen to a guy like me. And here you are…

“Your parents trusted me enough with you. And they loved you so fucking much, girl…. I… I never told you about the day I asked Bill for you… It was about two years ago… After you and I slept together for the first time. I asked Bill if… If I could be trusted with you. It wasn’t a proposal, per se. More of a… a simple question. He, uh, He was quiet for a while. But then, he said that I was the only other person in the world he would trust you with. I think his trust was well chosen. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

No response.

He looked down as much as he could.

She had fallen into a deep sleep on his shoulder.

He smiled, carefully maneuvering her into his arms. He picked her up and moved her to the bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead.

He had never been more thankful for those two men in his life.

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#fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #joel tlou #the last of us hbo #the last of us #joel miller #frank tlou #bill tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou

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moshpitgamma · 4 months

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My Sunflower|| John Dory x Fiancé!Reader

Warnings:Angst+Fluff

(This is my first real fanfic so Plss don’t be TOO harsh)

YALL ITS LONG OK😭

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“John! I’m home!” Said the exhausted troll walking through the door of their shared apartment. “Huh? Damn it’s 9pm.” Y/n said checking the time. “Hun, You here?” They screamed again wondering why their fiancé wasn’t answering. When they didn’t get a response they started to get anxious, but convinced themselves he went to either the studio or to hang out with his brothers.

The clock finally hits 11:03pm and still there isn’t a sign of JD. “Why isn’t he answering his phone?” You said with worry laced in your voice. His brothers also didn’t answer their phones for god knows what. Now you’re in full panic mode pacing back and forth in the dining room blowing UP his phone with messages and calls. After your many failed attempts of contacting him you finally decided to call the only person you KNEW that was gonna pick up. So you called his grandma.

Once she answered you tried to hide your anxiousness and your panicked voice, but she caught on to it quickly. “Hi Mrs. Rosie, do you know where John is? I haven’t spoke to him since this morning before I went to work.” You asked frantically hoping that she would cure the pulsating adrenaline going through your body. When you finished your nauseating questions the silence you both held was fueling it like you were going to burst. When the never ending silence finally came to an end a sigh was heard. "Hun Bun….JD left hours ago after their embarrassing show fail." she told you with reassurance and empathy. She then continued to tell you how and what happened between the brothers. The last thing you ever heard from her was “Sweetie just give it time.” So you waited…

And waited….

Until 20 years have passed and still no sign of John. You were invited to the royal wedding of King Grisel and Bridget and was currently trying to find a dress. While rampaging you closet like a mad woman you come across and unfamiliar bagged dress. When you took it out you stared at it with tears welling up in your eyes. It was your dress he proposed to you in. It was admired in jewels and yellow sunflower like petals and soft like satin and silk. It was one of a kind. Your debating stopped instantly and you proceeded to put on the dress.

FAST FORWARD TO WEDDING :>

“We are gathered here today t-.” “STOP THE WEDDING!” A random voice yelled…

You felt like your heart was going to jump out your chest from all the adrenaline rushing. Trying to force your tears down you finally built enough courage to turn around and look to where everyone else was looking. When you finally saw who it was your tears finally escaped their haunted and sorrowful chamber. He was there……

Standing in front of Branch?

Trying to pick him up?

You didn’t wanna get noticed in this state so you turned to leave but you felt a hand grab your flushed smaller ones. It was Branch..”Are you ok?”he asked knowing you weren’t. “I’m ok.” You said quickly dismissing his attempts of comfort. Before you could leave you heard a nickname you never knew you would hear again. “My sunflower?” He must’ve felt the tension he created so he hurried to you and begged you too listen to his explanations and excuses. You couldn’t do nothing, BUT listen so you gave him 3 minutes. “The reason I left was because Brozone was turning into a disaster and I needed to just space myself away for a while!”

You didn’t know whether to be mad or sad or HELL even glad but you knew he was trying to get you to understand. “But did you have to go?” Tears welling up..

Silence…….

“Did you have to leave me alone without telling me ANYTHING?!!?”

“I-“ you didn’t let him finish before you started walking off letting the emotions and realization sink in. He knew he fucked up… He couldn’t let you leave…. He needed his flower…He ran up to you and hugged you as hard as he could to prevent you from leaving and cried like hell was dragging him away from the heaven he created with you. “Sunflower PLEASE, I promise I’ll never leave you again!!” He repeated like his life depended on it. You slowly started to give in and soothed him. “Please Hun, I promise I’ll pro-“ He couldn’t even get done with his sentence before feeling the feeling he oh so missed….

Your lips…

“Please Don’t leave me again.” You said barely above a whisper and your teary E/C eyes looked at him.

He smiled warmly and responded with nothing but sincerity..”Of course not my sunflower.”

THE ENDDDDDDD☺️🫶🏿

#trolls #brozone #brozone x reader #trolls branch #john dory #John dory x reader #trolls john dory #trolls band together

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squoxle · 5 months

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Blow The Whistle ~ P.SH ff 18+

🩵🎂Birthday FF Special for My Hoonie🎁💙

❆pairing: Sunghoon!bf x Reader!gf | ❆wc: 1.4k | ❆summary: Sunghoon had recently picked up a side gig as a coach. But when he has to work overtime on his birthday, you have to think of another way to celebrate his special day. |❆cw: 🔞MDNI!! its smut honey...you know the drill

"Hey, birthday boy," you smiled as your boyfriend answered the phone.

You knew he was busy at work, but you just wanted to get an idea of what time he'd be coming home. You had planned a suprise birthday party for him and you were going to call a few friends over to celebrate. Everything was ready for him. You picked up a chocolate cake for him earlier and you had just finished placing the gifts on the table.

"What time do you think you'll be back home?" you asked.

"Uhh...I won't be home until after midnight," he sighed.

"What? Why?" you exclaimed.

"Well, today I'm in charge of cleaning the uniforms and skates for the kids. And we both know that takes a while."

"But--" you were cut off by the sound of his manager calling Sunghoon's name.

"Sorry, princess. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay. Love you," he quickly said before you let out a sad "I love you too" in response. He gave you two air kisses before cutting the call.

*Dammit* you swore to yourself. How were you supposed to surprise him now?

Just then, an idea popped into your head. You were gonna bring the surprise party to him. You quickly got dressed and ran to the store to pick up a few things. You also texted Sunghoon to let you know when everyone left and he was the only one in the building washing their supplies.

As requested, Sunghoon texted you when everyone left, just as he was gathering the dirty uniforms. Unbeknowst to him, you were already in the main lobby waiting for his text. It was around 11 pm when you put your plan into action.

You walked to the boys' locker room to find your boyfriend pouring a cup of laundry detergent into the top-loader washing machine.

You crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. "Boo!" you smiled as his eyes widened in surprise.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. It was supposed to be a surprise," you tapped his nose.

"Ohh so that's why you wanted me to text you?"

"Yep," you replied as you reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Sunghoon," you smiled.

He pulled your face closer to his and kissed your lips.

"Wait! I also brought you a jumbo chocolate cupcake," you said as you pulled out a cutely wrapped box.

"Since when was chocolate pink?" Sunghoon said as he opened the box, revealing a bright pink princess themed cupcake.

"Oh no...that's the wrong one...I should've double checked" you sighed, seeing Sunghoon holding the wrong cupcake.

"It's okay, baby. This cupcake is perfect because it reminds me of you. And what better way to celebrate my special day than with my special girl?" Sunghoon smiled before pulling you in for a hug.

You felt slightly better after hearing Sunghoon's reaction to what felt like the dumbest mistake ever, but you still wished it was the right one.

"Hmm yeah...well, here's the candle," you said, pulling out a single gold candle and placing it in the center of the cupcake. You carefully lit the candle and watched as Sunghoon blew it out.

Sunghoon stuck his finger into the pink frosting and licked it off. "I don't know why I was expecting it to taste like strawberry," he chuckled. "It's tastes like normal buttercream," he shrugged before dipping his finger in the frosting again, but this time bringing it to your mouth to taste.

You opened your mouth to suck the frosting off, when Sunghoon gripped the back of your head as you closed your lips around his finger.

He slowly moved his finger back and forth in your mouth before grabbing more icing, this time placing it on his tongue. You opened your mouth as he inserted his frosting coated tongue. You felt him glide the sweet cream across your tongue as you sucked it when he pulled away.

Gripping your jaw and tilting your head back, Sunghoon spit into your mouth and inserted his two fingers. You sucked for a while before he started to shove them deeper, causing you to gag. He bent down to bite and suck on your neck.

However, he bit just a little too hard and you could tell by the small drop of blood trailling down your neck that he quickly licked up, stopping the bleeding with his tongue.

"Hey, you can't eat me," you giggled, caressing his head that laid on your breasts. "Why not? Isn't it my birthday?" he teased before lifting you up onto the washing machine. "Well it is, but I'm not a peice of cake," you said squishing his cheeks together. "No, but you're my little cupcake," he smiled, showing his dimples before reaching to pull your sweater over your head, exposing your bra. He then removed his own shirt as he pulled your breast to his lips leaving kisses and marks all over.

You reached down to rub his dick through his sweatpants as he kissed your lips, neck, cheek, and breasts. You felt his hardness as he pressed himself more into your hand. He gripped you tighter as his dick twitched in your hands. "Ngh," he grunted before abruptly stopping.

"You want me so bad, don't you?" he said, lustfully starting into your eyes. You nodded your head as a devilish smile crept onto his face. "Then get down on your knees and show me," he said, as you climbed off of the gently vibrating machine, onto your knees.

You reached up to pull out his throbbing dick as he gathered your hair into his hand. You licked your lips before opening your mouth. "Hold on princess, you're forgetting something," Sunghoon said as he swiped the last bit of frosting off of the cupcake and shoved his sweet slightly dyed fingers into your mouth.

As soon as the icing was in, Sunghoon shoved his dick into your mouth ans began pumping into your throat. "Yeah, baby. Suck my dick and show me how much of a needy little slut you are."

You squeezed his thighs as you gagged on his cock, he pulled out just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving it back in. You sucked for a little bit longer before eventually using your hands to give yourself a break. "Mmm, fuck. You're doing so good baby," Sunghoon said you started to suck again.

He moaned a few times before pulling out of your mouth. "Ugh, f-fuck. I need that pussy right now baby, please," he whined as you stood to your feet.

Immediately he threw your body on top of the washing machine, pulled your pants down, and inserted himself into your pussy. As he was fucking you deep, you could feel your clit bracing up against the washer. The vibrations coming from the machine were stimulating you, causing your pussy to tighten around him. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he started to fuck you faster.

You struggled to stop yourself from moaning. "Don't fight it, baby. I wanna hear you scream," Sunghoon said before slapping your ass.

"Ngh, Sunghoon...I'm gonna cum," you whined weakly as the washing machine's speed increased making the vibrations stronger. "Good. I want you to cum all over my dick like a good little slut," he replied as you buried your face in your arms to muffle the sound.

"Uh uh. I said I wanna hear it," Sunghoon groaned before flipping you on your back on top of the machine. At this angle Sunghoon had full access to your dripping wet pussy and took one of his hands to stimulate your clit while he fucked you to your climax.

His veiny dick grinded agianst your g-spot causing you to squirt as you came all over his dick. You still felt your walls clenching around his dick as he pumped his hot load into your pussy.

You laid there on the washing machine with Sunghoon leaning over your body.

*BEEP BEEP*

The sound of the washing cycle surprised the both of you. Sunghoon looked at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. "Thanks for making my wish come true," he smiled, before kissing you on the lips.

"What was your wish?"

"To cum inside of my princess," he smiled mischeviosly, before kissing you again.

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lesbianpepsi · 10 months

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love not at first sight

pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: sam witnesses an intruder breaking in through her window at night...

words: 3.790k

warnings: pepper spraying, punching, swearing, bad writing

authors note: i'm sick, i'm sad and i'm sober. so i decided to drag my ass out of writers block and write about my wife

It was a dull Friday night in the Carpenter apartment; Tara out with her friends partying -much to Sam's dissatisfaction-, Quinn over at one of her boy toys apartment definitely having much more fun than Sam, who sat alone in her living room watching a movie with a glass of red wine.

The movie didn't interest Sam at all, to be honest she only really put on the first movie she saw so she wouldn't be alone in silence.

Sam always enjoyed solitude before the hallucinations, she used to love being alone with her thoughts. But ever since she found out that Billy fucking Loomis was her father, she's never been able to truly enjoy her alone time as she used to.

Paranoid at any given moment she'll hear his voice telling her to make her dark thoughts a reality.

As the movie reached its end Sam sighed, finishing off her wine with it.

The gnawing feeling of protectiveness hit her at the thought of Tara out there partying with her friends. Sam really hated Tara constantly going out to parties, the fear of not knowing where Tara is at all times scaring her more than she'd like to admit.

Sam stood up slowly from the couch as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket, unlocking it to send Tara another message.

Sam (8:45pm): If you need me, call me and I'll be there straight away.

Tara (9:21pm): ok

Sam (10:13pm): I'm heading off to bed soon, I've left the door unlocked for you, please don't stay out too late.

Tara (11:38pm): thx

Sam (12:12am): It's getting quite late now, Tara. Please be back before one, I don't like you staying out so late.

Sam stared at the screen for a few minutes in hopes Tara would respond quickly, but it didn't surprise her when she didn't. Shutting her phone off she shoved it back into her jean pocket, heading towards the dark kitchen with her empty glass of wine.

How sad is this, Sam thought sarcastically to herself as she dropped the glass next to the sink, leaning against the counter for a moment.

Just for that moment she heard a sound, it was essentially non audible, but somehow Sam heard it.

Turning around so her back faced the counter Sam slowly opened the drawer and grabbed the one of many pepper sprays, gripping it tightly in her right hand.

The room fell silent.

Sam's eyes peered around the kitchen frantically, desperately trying to figure out where that noise came from.

When suddenly the kitchen window began rolling open slowly, and a few moments later a figure emerged.

The kitchen wasn't lit with any light which didn't allow Sam to see the intruders face, using that to her advantage she creeped towards the person who had no clue Sam was there.

"I'm never touching fucking jäger again." A feminine voice slurred out, wobbling towards the wall, aimlessly looking out for a light switch.

Sam's steps were featherlight as she crept behind her, her eyes cold and dark as the woman's hand found the light switch on the wall.

The lights flickered on causing the woman to groan as she turned away, her body turning to look at Sam.

Before the woman could do anything Sam without hesitation pepper sprayed the woman right in her eyes erupting a loud scream from the woman.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Sam yelled darkly as she stepped back, the screaming woman covering her already crying red eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?!" You yelled back, copying Sam's words but with much more emotion compared to Sam's tone void of one. "My eyes! I think I'm going blind?!" You screeched, Sam rolled her eyes coldly as she threateningly raised her hand up again, holding the pepper spray.

"Why are you in my apartment?" Sam demanded her patience for this drunken stranger running thin.

"My eyes are burning, oh god they're melting off aren't they?" You whined before she coughed aggressively, completely dismissing Sam's question. "Why did you attack me?" You screamed as you dropped your hands from your eyes, revealing your red bloodshot eyes with red puffy skin, tears flowing out of your eyes at a rapid pace.

"Why wouldn't I?" Sam spat out as she lowered her hand back down, although you were a complete stranger she knew she meant no harm and was only a drunken fool.

You scoffed as you glared at Sam, coughing as you covered your hand over your mouth. "Look, I don't care if you're one of Danny's sleeping buddies, I will kick your ass out of my apartment."

Danny?

"Your apartment? This is my apartment you fucking idiot, nobody named Danny even lives here!" You blinked frowned as you opened your mouth to argue, your eyes finally scanning the scenery around you, finally you noticed that this wasn't your apartment.

Your burning eyes widened dramatically as you turned to look at Sam, eyes not even focused on her.

"You're not one of Brackett's bum buddies?" You questioned in a slurring voice. Sam grimaced at the thought as she figured out you somehow knew Danny, her new friend.

"Danny doesn't even live here, lady. He lives in the apartment complex opposite of here." Sam explained through gritted teeth as she pointed towards the window you came from, pointing towards the other apartment building.

"Oh." You mumbled. Sam scoffed as she nodded her head. "Yes, oh."

"Where the fuck am I then?" Sam was about to strangle you, she swears on her dead fathers grave.

"You're in my house, not yours and Danny's, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd fuck off." Sam explained as she stormed off past you, hitting you in the shoulders as she headed towards the door.

You scoffed loudly as you sloppily turned around to peer at where Sam was going. "No need to be rude, Miss Pepper Spray." You said, laughing a little at your own words as if you were the funniest person on earth.

Sam rolled her eyes as she opened the door with force, leaning against the door. "You live with Danny Brackett?" She asked to which you nodded her head, walking towards Sam, almost tripping over yourself in your high heels.

"How do you know, Miss Pepper Spray?" You mumbled as you walked past Sam, leaving the apartment in whole.

Sam felt ever so tempted to slam the door shut and forget about you, but that gnawing feeling of letting you walk alone in the night didn't feel right to Sam. Especially since you were having issues seeing because Sam had pepper sprayed you.

Biting the inside of her cheeks she watched as you wandered to the opposite end of where the stairs were, talking to yourself at how much your eyes hurt.

"Fuck sakes." Sam grumbled before she marched towards you, dragging you back into the apartment.

"Stop moving so fast!" You whined as Sam shut the door, walking towards the dining table still holding your forearm.

Sam ignored you as she forcefully sat you down on one of the wooden chairs, turning her back on you a few seconds later to grab a 'Pepper Spray Antidote' spray from the same draw she got the pepper spray.

A purchase she had made many months ago after Chad peppered sprayed himself in the eyes.

"Am I back home?" You asked as Sam approached you, her eyes still cold as she grabbed at your jaw, making you look up at her.

Your painfully red eyes widened at the hold. "Don't kill my eyes again please!"

Sam rolled her eyes as she showed you the spray. "This will help with the pain." Sam told you, to which you beamed at. She took that as permission as she stepped closer to you, standing between your legs as she stared down at you. Carefully she began spraying a large amount of the liquid into your eyes, her grip on your jaw softening the slightest.

As Sam suddenly noticed the closeness she couldn’t help but notice how utterly gorgeous you are.

Every single feature about you Sam couldn’t help but find attractive. Your hair, your figure, your lips, your small relieved smile and even your eyes, even when slightly swollen and bloodshot she could still admire your beauty.

Was it the wrong time to think that?

Once she sprayed more than enough on both eyes she dropped the spray onto the table. "Better?" Sam asked, you nodded your head slowly as Sam felt you lean into her hand. "Still hurts like a bitch though."

"Can you see better?" She questioned once again; her voice had softened but you couldn't tell the difference.

"Kinda."

"Good enough." She mumbled as she dropped her hand from your jaw. "I'm taking you back to your actual apartment now, lady. So c'mon."

"Lady? That's fancy." You snorted as you wobbly stood up, arms spread out as you tried to balance yourself.

Sam tried not to facepalm at the entire situation, it made it even harder since Sam for some reason made it her duty to look after you.

"Can you walk?" She asked impatiently, her eyes flickering down to your heels. You looked down with Sam, giggling like a child.

"Jesus, I forgot how big these heels are." Sam sighed as she looked around the apartment to see if there were any trainers near. Her eyes landed on her old Nike trainers, those will do, she thought to herself as she went over to grab them.

Picking them up off of the floor she returned to you. "Do you want to walk back home in these?" You nodded your head greedily at that.

"Please, my feet are killing me more than my eyes." You slurred as you dropped back down onto the chair. Slowly, you took off your heels with a relieved moan.

Not wanting to waste more time, Sam simply dropped to her knees and put the shoes on for you.

"Holy shit, I'm like cinderella." You laughed drunkenly as you looked down at Sam with amusement. Sam huffed as she gazed back up at you, an unamused look on her face. "And you're my prince charming, well, my princess charming. Girls do it better anyway."

Amen to that

Sam stood up swiftly as she offered her hand to you, to which you accepted with a lazy smile. "Thank you my princess charming who pepper sprays people."

The corners of Sam's mouth twitched upwards to which she instantly fought the urge to smile.

"Stop calling me that." Sam mumbled as she walked alongside the slightly more sobered up you, taking slow steps.

"But Miss Pepper Spray Princess Charming is such a good name." You argued with a grin as you walked much straighter than beforehand, still swaying from side to side but it had decreased compared to earlier.

Sam rolled her eyes as your high heels dangled from her hands. "Just call me my real name, Sam."

You turned to look at her with hazy eyes as you smiled widely. "Sam." You said slowly, as if you were testing her name. "I'll just call you princess Sam then."

Sam sighed instantly and she regretted telling you her name, more focused on making sure you'll make it home safely Sam stayed silent.

"So, princess Sam, you wanna guess my name?" You asked, breaking the silence that Sam hoped would fill the walk to Danny's apartment.

"No." Sam grunted as she walked in front of you while walking down the stairs, just in case you'd fall on her, Sam breaking your fall.

You rolled your eyes at Sam's boring answer. "No isn't my name. Try again?"

"Can't we walk in silence until we arrive at yours and Danny's apartment?" You shook your head with a goofy grin as Sam held the door open for you, giggling as you walked past her. "Thank you princess charming Sam, and the answer is no. So guess!"

"Jesus Christ." The tall woman muttered under her breath as she walked by your side, her shoulder touching yours. You snorted as you turned to look at her with an amused expression. "I ain't the big J."

"Annoying?" Sam said sarcastically.

"You're really bad at this guessing game you know." You mumbled as you accidentally leaned closer to Sam as you walked.

Sam huffed a dry laugh as she looked around the quiet street before she crossed the road with you.

"And you really know how to be fucking annoying."

"That's kinda of a cunt thing to say rather than charming, princess Sam." You remarked with a giggle.

Sam's jaw tightened as she would've rather went to the party with Tara rather than have to deal with you, a drunken stranger breaking into her house.

"You're just gonna give up on the guessing game?" You teased with a slight slur still audible to your voice.

Sam nodded her head curtly as she opened the double doors to the apartment complex, holding it open for you once again.

"Guess you'll never find out then." You said as you strolled over to the elevator, grinning to yourself as you entered it.

"How sad." She spat out sarcastically. Sam followed as she stood next to you, who's leaning against the wall.

You clicked the button '7' and within a second the doors closed as a soft hum of elevator music filled up the metal box, taking the two of you upwards.

You hummed along with the music, eyes focused on the small digital clock on top of the doors. Sam studied you -who was completely unaware of her peering eyes- with an un described expression.

Had it been anyone else Sam would've thrown them out without a second thought, maybe even gone further than pepper spraying if the person fought back. But she's going all the steps with you, a complete stranger who randomly lives with her friend.

Is she only doing this in case Danny would find out she had kicked out his venerable and stupid roommate at night, or was it something else?

Sam isn't sure herself.

The elevator dinged loudly dragging Sam out of her thoughts, you sighed as you sluggishly walked out of the elevator, Sam following behind you.

You walked over to the apartment door to which Sam quickly wrapped her long slender fingers around your wrist, dragging you towards the correct door she knew Danny Brackett lived in.

"My saviour, princess Sam." You giggled to yourself.

Sam had completely run out of her patience by this moment, her body tired as she had to deal with this drunken stranger.

Banging on the door roughly with her hand in a tight fist, she stayed like that until a pissed off Danny opened the door.

His eyes widened in confusion as he took in the scene of you, still drunk and leaning against Sam and Sam with an unamused expression.

"You're lucky I didn't kill her." She mumbled to him. You grinned as you noticed Danny, throwing your arms up in the air.

"Ignore her Danny, Princess Sam is just grumpy." You told him as you walked past him, turning to look at Sam one final time, grinning like a fool as you waved enthusiastically. "Bye princess charming Sam."

Sam rolled her eyes as she fluttered her eyes away from your figure to Danny's very apparent smirk.

"Princess Sam?" He asked with amusement, Sam shook her head in annoyance. "Don't."

He laughed as he crossed his arms over his chest, glancing back at you tripping into your room before he leaned against the doorframe.

"Did you see her at the club?" He asked to which Sam shook her head, stifling a dry laugh.

"She broke into my apartment thinking it was yours, so I pepper sprayed her." Danny's eyes widened dramatically as she did a double take back to the direction of your room.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry Sam. That couldn't have been nice. Y/n is such a stupid twat when she gets hammered." He apologised with a sympathetic smile. "Thank you for making sure she got home safe though, even though what she did was just stupid."

Y/n, that name suits her, Sam can't help but think.

Sam laughed for the first time that day as she nodded her head in agreement with him. "Very."

He sighed as he rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb. "I'm gonna go make sure she doesn't choke on her own puke. Again, sorry about her."

"Goodnight, Danny." Sam said with a crooked smile before she turned to leave, more desperate to get to her bed than before.

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That night it didn’t take long for Sam to fall asleep. Tara was thankfully back in the apartment and fast asleep in her bed before Sam had even arrived back, which granted Sam permission to lock the door.

Sam couldn’t help but think about you as she fell asleep, much to her annoyance. Her mind kept wandering back to you at any given moment.

Why hadn’t she heard Danny mention you before? How much did you have to drink? How the fuck could someone be so breath takingly beautiful even when shitfaced? Did you think of Sam before you fell asleep?

Eventually Sam managed to fall asleep and stayed asleep for the rest of the night until the day. For the first time in a long time, Sam didn’t have a shift the next morning so the woman could have a much needed lay in.

Waking up around eleven Tara had somehow awakened before her, tiredly making her hangover breakfast. Sam grinned as she entered the kitchen to greet her sister, feeling much better than her younger sister.

The two chatted amongst each other as Sam helped Tara cook since she was convinced Tara was the absolute worst cook ever, always burning or undercooking her meals. After the two had made their meals they moved to eat it in the living room, Tara putting on Brooklyn Nine Nine for them to watch.

As they began eating a loud knock was heard at the door, Tara groaned at the loud noise as Sam sighed getting up from the comfy couch. She placed her plate on the coffee table before she walked over to the door, looking through the peephole she was surprised to see you standing there wearing thick black sunglasses and a small backpack.

Sam hesitated for a moment but reluctantly unlocked the door for you, leaning against the doorframe once she opened the door. You gave Sam a nervous smile as your hand went to lay on the back of your neck.

“Hey, Sam.” You croaked out in a much more sober voice compared to the one you had last night. “Did you sleep well?” You added after a few seconds.

Sam shrugged her shoulders as her eyes gazed at your face, a weird feeling tugging at her heartstrings the longer she gazed at your sunglasses, knowing you were hiding your swollen red eyes.

“Slept as well as a robber after a successful break in.” You chuckled as you nodded your head weakly, your hand dropping from your neck. “I guess that wasn’t the best way to meet, was it?”

Sam scoffed loudly. “No it was not.”

You smiled nervously at the woman as Sam noticed a small blush appearing on your cheeks. “I’m really sorry about that, by the way. I drank way too much, and I know that’s not an excuse for my actions, but the alcohol definitely didn’t help me in any way.” You apologised with an awkward laugh.

For some reason Sam found amusement in the entire situation, fighting the urge to smile because of you once again. “Yeah, I heard you mumbling something about never touching jäger again.”

You automatically winced at the words as if they were revolting, this time Sam couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh at the sight. “I’m honestly impressed I can even stand up straight right now. I had like sixteen shots of jäger from a drinking game.” You said as you pointed at your sunglasses. “Which explains why I'm wearing these glasses indoors, I cannot handle light at all right now. Plus I didn’t want to traumatise people with my fucked up eyes.”

“At least the glasses make you look like a bodyguard.” Sam inquired with a small smile tugging at her lips, you laughed as you nodded your head. “Robber by night, con artist by day.” You say grinning.

Sam laughs at the stupid joke, the corner of her eyes crinkling as her lips curl upwards in a larger smiler.

Why the fuck am I laughing so hard, that was a shit joke.

“Anyway, I came here for another reason other than apologising.” You explained as you shrugged off your bag. Sam watched you carefully as you took out Sam’s borrowed pair of shoes, smiling nervously as you passed them back over. “Thanks for letting me borrow these, Princess Charming.”

Sam rolled her eyes as she snatched the shoes from you, biting her inner cheek. “Just call me Sam..”

You shook your head as you smirked, letting out a low laugh as you zipped your bag back closed, throwing it over your shoulders. “But you’re the princess charming to my cinderella.”

“Whatever.” Sam muttered with a small smile.

You sighed as you glanced down the hallway before you looked back at Sam, your mouth opening to say something before you abruptly shut it before any words could be uttered. Pursing your lips you nodded your head at Sam.

“See you around, Sam.”

Sam almost frowned as she noticed you were leaving, instead she gave you a curt nod back. You waited for a second for Sam to say anything but she stayed silent, you smiled at her one final time before you turned to leave.

She watched you leave until you were fully out of her view, only then she sighed before reentering her apartment, holding her shoes as she walked back towards the living room.

“Who was that?” Tara asked, her voice loud taking Sam by surprise, making the woman drop the shoes. “Shit.” Sam grumbled as she bent down to pick them up, as she snatched at the pair she noticed a piece of paper on the floor.

Her brows furrowed together confused as she went to grab it with her free hand. As Sam read the small ripped piece of paper the corners of her lips curled up into a smile.

“i usually make better first impressions, maybe i could show you on a date sometime? :)

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Y/n”

#sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n #scream six #danny brackett #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin

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amaryllidaceaee · 4 months

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dates

hi im autistic and i like numbers and dates so im gonna think abt that with petrigrof to think about a timeline because its fun

Since this is an early mobile phone

mobile phones became available to the public in 1983

and this (came out about: HMMM its giving me early 2000s like early early 2002 but correct me if im wrong) like I remember round cd players like this but also to be fair we had flip phones until 2018 so we were behind ig

cheers ran from 1982 to 1993

(also fun detail from stakes the song marceline sings with two bread tom is from a sit com that ran from 1985 to 1990 as well)

also if hes doing an exhibit about the 1990s they already happened

Also fionnas phone is from 2000 so 2000 happened and made phones

So yeah like a lot of ppl i think the mushroom war took place in the 2000s and betty and simon probably met in the early 1990s maybe even late 1980s if we think abt it hooray her headphones also give early 1990s

BUT IM NOT DONE

The average age for a grad student in the us is 33 so lets say they are in their late 20s early 30s when they meet in 1993 (im just making stuff up now) im gonna say shes 27 or 28 since its implied she is Currently a grad student and im ignoring marcys scrapbook because that will never make sense) and hes already graduated that and is doing a phd okay so say hes 30 more or less in 1993

If a person is 30 in 1993 that means they were born in 1963 and in 2003 they would be forty so simon and marcy would take place in 2010 if hes approx 47 and marceline is 7 she would have been born exactly in 2003 when the war and apocalypse happened which yknow my maths and estimates not great but i think is interesting anyway. Im gonna say he puts on the crown in the year 2000 and betty also disappears into the future in 2000

Also if betty is 28 (born 1965) when they meet plus 7 years means she is 35 when she goes into the future and 37 in come along with me

also if finn is 16 when elements takes place and shes on mars all through to temple of mars that means she spends a year on mars more or less and about 2-3 years in the future/ooo

If simon reverts back to before the crown that would make him 40 lets say and 52 in fionna and cake

Also if simon puts on the crown in 2000 and he leaves marceline when she is 11-10 years old it takes him approx 14 years to get to that point which is just interesting but also sad

more fun things

996 years from 2010 is 3006

finn is born 2992 (if he is 14)

also shermy and beth (if its 1000 years from 3009) would take place in 4009 making marceline 2006 years old by that point

#sorry this is a mess and i still have more to say #simon petrikov #adventure time #betty grof #petrigrof #fionna and cake #ok nothing im sayings making sense so its not a serious thing #they are slightly older than women being able to open their own bank accounts #in the usa that wasnt until 1974 #its not official so dont eat me its like a fun thought exercise

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short-honey-badger · 4 months

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Peppermint Tea 11

Alright. So this part is pretty plot heavy, I would think? I hope you enjoy the direction I've got planned, and if you have any suggestions I would gladly hear them!

Warnings! Kissing and some heavy petting? It's not too graphic. Mihawk is sad.

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For once, you are the first one awake the next morning. Your eyes crack open to the delightful sight of your lover? Boyfriend? You still don't know which term you prefer. But he looks beautiful while asleep, his usually pinched scowl relaxed and peaceful in his sleep. You take in his handsome features, to his sharp jaw and immaculate facial hair.

This man has become so much to you in what feels like such a small amount of time. It feels more like you have known Dracule for your entire life, not the measly three months that have actually passed. And maybe you have, the more you think about it, and if your dreams have anything to say about it.

After that first time, you've had similar dreams since. Sometimes, they aren't as bad. Sometimes it will be you and that same young man. He would grace you with a smile and promise that everything would be okay. That he wouldn't allow what mother and father agreed to happen. You still don't really know what he means, and the dreams always slip away before you can examine them.

Other times, it would be storming, the wind and sea raging as you and the boy struggled to sail through the crashing waves. Those ones were the worst, for you had eaten a devil fruit, and the ocean hated those who had betrayed her trust. Those dreams made you wake up in a sweat, the name of the young man on your lips, but unsaid, you still couldn't remember it.

But no matter what, you would always see a familiar sword and a wide brimmed hat with its white feather. You know who they belong to now, especially now that the owner in question lay in the bed with you. But why would he be showing up in such odd dreams? Did Dracule know something about you? Something that could connect you to your past that you have long forgotten?

The thought made you uneasy, and you did not like it.

Mihawk moves in his sleep, the arm that he had wrapped around your waist tugging you closer, “Stop thinking so hard, Angel,” he grumbles and his rough voice had your stomach doing flips, “Go back to sleep.”

A quiet sigh leaves your nose, and you close your eyes to do as he says. This lasts all for ten seconds before you open your eyes again, frowning as you shift to get comfortable. You try again, and still, sleep does not come. You squirm a little more and press your cold nose into his chest to block out what little light is streaming through the window.

Despite being much more comfortable, your mind will not calm and thoughts race. You find yourself shifting again, brow scrunching up, and you close to giving up when Dracule suddenly grabs you and rolls so that he lays on top of you.

You shiver when his hot breath ghosts over your neck and ear, “What's got you so restless, Dear one?” Mihawk demands and presses soft kisses to the skin right below Your ear. You gasp and clutch his shoulders, eyes fluttering at how nice it feels to have him press you into the bed.

“I keep having these dreams,” you begin and hiss when Dracule nips you a little harsher than usual, “But they feel like memories. And I see you every time.” You admit and Mihawk chuckles darkly, and you can feel it rumble through his chest.

“Dreaming about me?” Dracule teases and leans up to rest on his elbows, looking at where he has you trapped beneath him, and frowns when he realizes that you look serious. He shifts to his back, taking you with him so that you lay splayed over his chest.

“Do you want to tell me about them?” Mihawk asks, teasing tone from earlier gone and replaced by one of care and gentle encouragement. He rubs circles into the exposed skin of your back where your sleep shirt has risen up and hums in content when he feels your weight settle over him.

You think about his offer. You aren't sure what kind of answer Dracule could give you if you told him about your dreams, but you didn't want to keep anything from him, either. So, quietly, you tell him of your first dream. About running, the cities and fields of your home burning. The young man who carried you through the destruction of the island. It's hard to recall details, but you do your best to describe the symbol that you'd seen many of the attackers wearing. And finally, of seeing his sword with the literal cross guard and his hat.

The moment that you had described Big Mom's jolly Roger, an awful foreboding feeling had begun to creep in. Dracule knows what you are talking about. A time when he had been still young enough to make foolish, quick decisions that he would later on regret. How could this have happened? How did you survive?

Dracule tightens his hold on you, and his angel snuggles into his chest like he wasn't the savage who hadn't helped destroy her home.

Thankfully, you don't seem to find anything amiss with him, instead turning to look up at Dracule with sleepy eyes full of adoration.

“I know it's a long shot, but you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?” You say, voice wavering and unsure. You blush and loom away, “I know it's kinda dumb since they are just dreams, but they feel so real.”

Dracule Hawkeye Mihawk decided then and there that this would be the only lie that he would ever tell you, for he leaned in and kissed your brow, “I'm sorry, Darling. I'm afraid I don't know anything about that.”

You nod easily, “I figured so, but I just wanted to make sure,” you place a soft kiss to his chest and Mihawk's heart aches in a way that he has never felt before. He isn't in the habit of feeling guilty, but right now? If you asked the warlord for anything, he would move the world to do it for you. For how could he not, when he was part of the reason you were stuck on this island?

Mihawk hums in response. He needs to distract you from this line of thought you seem to be stuck in, so he changes tactics. His hands press more fully into your plush skin, the innocent touches becoming a bit more forceful. Your hands flex against his chest, and Dracule takes that as permission to continue.

“Don't think about them, sweet thing. You are here, with me, now. And I am not going anywhere.” Mihawk swears quietly and grasps your hips, adjusting you so that you sit on his lap, legs resting on either side of his waist. Your face is scarlet, frost creeping along your arms, and Dracule rubs your exposed thighs in a soothing manner.

You nod quickly, eagerly. You don't want him to ever leave you, and would go with him if you could. But just the thought of leaving your island sends fear striking down your back and a voice shouting at you that you can never ever leave for your safety.

Dracule smirks up at you, “I'm glad we've come to an agreement, then,” he draws and tugs you down by your sleep shirt. You fall forward and catch yourself on the bed, and Mihawk leans in to capture your lips in a kiss that makes you forget about the less than pleasant memories.

The warlord sweeps his hands under your shirt, hands finding your nipples with ease and gently rolling the buds between his thumb and forefinger. You keen into his mouth, and Mihawk slips his tongue inside at the first opportunity.

He plays with you until your hips jerk against his own, and your eyes fly open when you feel the hard length of Dracule, separated by the thin fabric of both of your underwear. His hand finds your hips again, and he pulls you down as he rolls his own hips up, grinding up into your delectable heat.

The friction has you whining, eyes clenching shut as Dracule does it again and again. The man under you licks into your mouth, rhythm unhurried as he gives you a pleasure that you have not experienced before. He doesn't stop, and the heat in your lower stomach coils so tightly that it suddenly snaps, leaving you crying out and burying your face in the crook of his neck. Everything feels over sensitive, and it takes you longer than what it should to catch your breath.

Dracule says nothing, allowing you to come down from your high. His cock twitches from where it's still pressed between your legs, and it takes all of his willpower to not remove the offending layer so that he could feel how soft he knew you would be.

The pirate grits his teeth when you move, sitting up so that you can look down at him. He is flushed, chest a light pink under the thick hair that grows there. He watches as you lick your lips, eyes going half lidded, “What about you?” You murmur softly and meet his heavy gaze.

Just as Dracule was about to suggest something rather lewd, a loud whining came from outside the bedroom. Your expression drops, and Dracule can't help the sigh he lets out as he drops his head into the pillow. This would not be the first time that Hank has ruined the mood, and it definitely would not be the last.

“Go on, sweet thing. I'll meet you in the kitchen for breakfast,” Dracule assures you, and you lean down to steal a kiss from his lips before you slide off his lap. You dress quickly in a pair of leggings, but leave your sleep shirt unchanged for now.

He watches you disappear and then slings an arm over his eyes. He needed to think, your admission about your dreams, no memories, had shaken him. Mihawk knew who you were, at least he had a good idea of who anyway, and if Big Mom ever found out if you were still alive, Mihawk isn't sure if even he could save you from her wrath and the rest of her monstrous family.

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clouisluvr · 5 months

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i need a part 3 of sean diaz hc IM STARVEDDD‼️

ask and (11 months later) you shall receive!

- deep conversations always happen whilst laying on the floor. he’ll lay on his back with an arm propped under his head and listen intently to everything you have to say

- hangs on to your every word if youre talking about something important like .. his eyes will go kinda big because he’s so focused on you he kinda forgets to blink LOL

- grabs onto your hands when hes nervous, like just clutches onto them and squeezes. likes when you rub the back of his hand with ur thumb for extra reassurance

- sean sees the world so artistically and beautifully so a feature of yours you’ve never noticed before is accentuated in his art. a beauty spot you didnt notice, a dimple you never knew about. he loves every little detail about you

- faye webster enjoyer! indie pop lover in general tbh. loves listening to music with you (earbud user because he hates how headphones feel on his head) and will always think of you when he listens to certain songs

- i think if you told him you like his hair long he’d let it GROWWW. like so long he can tie it into a bun, but it would annoy him after a while and he’d cut it to like ep1 length. will let you and daniel put his hair in pigtails with bows (he’ll joke about being coquette)

- loves going on drives with you. sometimes daniel tags along but he prefers when its just the two of you. definitely likes listening to frank ocean whilst the sun sets (it reminds him of gta😭)

- has a bad habit of putting on this cynical teen front (like his journal entry about trump winning LOL) and you give him an outlet to be sincere and sensitive which leads to him opening up about his mom

- sean feels a weird sense of guilt when he criticises karen in front of daniel because he knows he’s too young to really remember and feel upset about it. but he feels even worse doing it in front of his dad because he feels like his emotions take up too much space. like it overshadows the betrayal his dad must feel.

- so instead he adopts a mostly indifferent, partially angry attitude towards his mom leaving to disguise the genuine sadness and resentment. the inability to understand how she could just up and leave. when you give sean the space to actually .. feel everything, he breaks down. it deepens the bond he has with you, he feels theres no judgement to be cruel, selfish, or upset around you.

- seans newfound sensitivity from dating you also lets him be unashamedly happy about the holiday season. he is done pretending to be over christmas, bring out the ugly jumpers and candy canes!!

- esteban is in SHOCK. sean is up early during his winter break to *checks notes* decorate?? convinced it must be crack.

- not sure what the american equivalent of winter wonderland is, but he saves up money from his part time job to take you, his dad and daniel to a winter festival! he kinda breaks the bank but has no regrets!! gets you hot chocolates and treats, also spends an embarrassing amount on game tickets trying to win you a prize😭 you tell him its ok but he will keep trying until he gets you SOMETHING!

- at some point he’ll sneak off with you to give you the sweetest kiss ever. will hold your chin in his hand and tilt your head up to kiss you. he’s not huge on pda (especially with his dad in the vicinity) BUT he’s in such a good mood he cant pass up the chance. starts smiling through the kiss because he’s so happy

- that definitely inspires art of you looking flushed with slightly swollen lips but a look of warmth in your eyes. probably gives it to you as a christmas gift! tells you its one of the many many moments he felt himself falling even more in love with you

- he hates the cold but loves the excuse to cling to you constantly. “sean.. i need to pee.” “pretty sure if i let go of you i’ll instantly get frostbite soo..”

- nervous and geeky when you guys first start dating, but gets SUPERRR suave as time goes on it kinda makes you weak in the knees. will cup your cheek mid conversation and stroke your cheek with his thumb. will backhug you and kiss your neck. will kiss the back of your hand if hes feeling VERY romantic… whore activity tbh!

- hickey enthusiast omg its BAD hes an addict. but god forbid you give him one because he will freak about lyla seeing and giving him grief over it. has a thing for marking you and knowing you like how it feels

- loves when you wrap your arms around his neck!! gives him this super strong sense of security, he’ll always wraps his arms around your waist.

- HATES when people talk at the movies. you, sean and daniel all went to see fnaf and daniel would not stop turning to both of you to explain the lore incase you were confused😭 not even whispering mind you! infuriates sean but its him telling you and daniel to stop talking that gets the reaction of an angry parent asking him to “be quiet or leave!” his eye twitches when you and daniel start laughing at him LOLL

- ushanka hat bandit. will wear them even during SUMMER! always paired with a tank top and jeans or a striped hoodie. i think sean has slutty hips so u love the tank top x low rise jeans combo he wears in summer LMAOO :P

- likes to cuddle with your back facing him so he can kiss your shoulder.

- likes to post discreet pictures of you on his main ig but his spam account is like 90% you LMAO. posts photodumps filled with dumb text messages between you both and candid pictures of you

- gets overprotective of you in a similar way to how he is with daniel, sometimes you have to remind him you’re there to protect him too

- will lay his head on your shoulder when hes in need of comfort. also a subtle way of asking you to play with his hair (he will melt)

- likes if you put your hands in his jacket pocket when it’s cold so he can hold it in there!!

- goes through phases where he ALWAYS wants to be on the phone with you. like you could be on the way over and he’ll stay on call until you’re in his house

- has a bad habit of getting into petty arguments with you that start off playful, like debating over what the best chocolate bar is but he’ll end up taking it too far and getting legit mad LMAO. you both end up cackling about managing to argue over chocolate

- plans his future with you in it. knows he always wants to be in close proximity to you, daniel and his dad no matter what! he can’t imagine life without you and tbh he doesnt want to.

not sure what hits me at like midnight that makes me wanna write hcs but as always im too sleepy to proofread so ignore any mistakes! also sorry if you dont celebrate christmas, i was projecting a little LOL

hope u all enjoy!💗

#sean diaz x reader #life is strange x reader #life is strange 2 #life is strange 2 x reader #lis2 sean

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blooming-violets · 16 days

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Nicest Thing Peter x Reader for 11. In joy? I really like that fic. I reblogged it on my old account. I feel like thats an underrated fic of yours (maybe bc it came out in 2022? Idk). Would love to see what happened to them!

It's still one my favs because it is just so...me?? Like if I had to chose anything that represented my personality perfectly, it would be Nicest Thing. Just a depressed, sad bitch who loves angst and Peter Parker and enjoys Kate Nash. I feel like I need another Kate Nash song for this "sequel" fic. I'll base it off her song Trash because these two are trash for each other.

You can read this as a separate, on its own Peter x Reader thing if you'd like or you can read it as a future piece to Nicest Thing.

Warnings: Smoking a joint and getting stoned

If porn bots can over take all the tags then I better not get flagged for these gifs.

Peter looked at her through blazed out, squinting eyes. A haze of smoke filled their bathroom as they passed the joint back and forth between them. They were seated in the unfilled tub, fully clothed, and facing each other. She had made him take the spot next to the faucet under the claims that sitting over the drain made her feel “icky” like she might get sucked in. He didn’t mind. Even if their leaky faucet kept dripping cold water over his shoulder.

“Do you remember the Rugrats episode when Tommy and Chuckie are afraid of getting sucked down the bathtub drain because Angelica tells them a story of some other baby who died that way?” He asked, handing her off the joint.

She placed it between her lips and he watched with a slow blinking, admiration for her. He loved her. She had been with him through everything. He owed his entire life to her. Without her in his life, he would no longer be here. She was everything important in the world.

She smiled, remembering, and let out the most beautiful laugh. She always got extra giggly when they smoked. It was one of his favorite sounds.

“Don’t they fill the drain with play-doh and shit? It’s a weird reddish, pink color. Why do I remember that specific color so much?” She replied, mystified.

Peter chuckled, “Because old school Rugrats was filled with some crazy ass imagery. It sticks in your mind.”

“Yeah but I remember thinking that I specifically wanted to eat that color...like maybe it would taste nice…like the imaginary food from Hook.” She passed it back to him, letting the smoke exhale in a little, circular puffs from between her lips.

“Do you want to get into a pretend food fight with me and see if anything appears?” He grinned.

Her red rimmed eyes squinted back at him as she laughed, “With the way these munchies have been hitting me the past few minutes, I think it might actually happen. I could imagine food hard enough to make it show up.”

His mind started to wander as a hungry smile spread across his face, imagining all the food he could eat, and he spoke with a dreamy whisper, “Pizza bagels.”

“What?”

“Let’s make pizza bagels. ‘M hungry. Starvin’. Gonna die if I don’t get some food in me.”

Her eyes glowed with excitement at the idea, “Pizza bagels. Yes, you’re a genius!”

“I know,” he giggled, it bubbled out of him without any self control. It wasn’t the weed that did it. It was her. He felt free when he was with her. He flicked out the joint against the ashtray balancing on the edge of the tub. “I really am. Smartest man alive, probably.”

She snorted, “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far. Get your ego in check, Parker, before I have to slap some sense back into you.”

He beamed at her, his love consumed him, feeling it outshine every other emotion rattling around inside of him. She was beautiful. Stunning. Picture perfect. He wanted to hang her up on his wall like an expensive piece of art so he could admire every day of his life.

Her shoulders shrunk up to her ears under the intensity of his gaze.

“Stop that,” she whispered. “Don’t look at me with those eyes or I’ll kick you. I’ve got a perfect aim for your crotch in this position.”

Peter shook his head, “Nope, sorry, I refuse. I can’t help it. You look…perfect. The nicest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“You’re stoned.”

“Yes. Doesn’t change the fact that your lips look very enticing.” He winked at her and tried to scoot forward to get a taste.

Her socked foot landed against his chest, pushing him back in place, “I thought we were making pizza bagels, not kissing. Weren’t you just starving a minute ago?”

“Starving for you, maybe.”

“Peter!” She let out a loud laugh, keeping him at bay with her outstretched leg.

He was so in love. Completely enamored. Whipped. Head over heels. Trash for her. Whatever he wanted to call it. He belonged to her so wholly. His bleeding heart was in her hand for the rest of his life. He would follow her to the ends of the earth and back again.

“If you don’t let me kiss you right this very second, I am going to turn this shower on.” His hand reached over his shoulder to grip onto the shower knob with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

She gave a sharp inhale, “You wouldn’t dare.”

His eyebrows raised, taking on that challenge, “Oh really?”

She knew she fucked up the second before the shower burst to life. From his position in the tub, it shot over his head to spray directly into her face. She shrieked and fell back, sliding down the sloped edge of the tub until she was nearly on her back.

It was all the opportunity he needed to pounce. He leapt on top of her to the sound of her laughter and blocked the shower stream from her face with his back. His arms wrapped protectively around her head as he laid over her. Water pooled around them, warming their bodies, and soaking through their clothes.

They didn’t feel it.

All he could feel was the devoted love burning a hole in his chest where his heart used to be.

She giggled up at him, blinking water droplets from her eyes, and whispered, “You’re an ass.”

He laughed in response and crashed his lips over hers, mumbling against them, “You love me.”

She sighed in content. Her arms snaked around his neck to draw him closer, melting happily into his kiss.

“I do.”

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finnsbubblegum · 1 year

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Getting Sick Means Spending More Time With You (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah.

Summary: Pov: Joel taking care of you when you’re sick.

Words count: 1.4k

A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! This is part 12 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ There are still more chapters for this series so stay tuned! Love you!

I know it's not Joel GIF but I hope this can help you imagine

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

*blowing nose*

You groaned as you wiped your nose from snots. Joel put his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. Then he took a thermometer and checked you.

“Fever.” Joel cleaned the thermometer and put it back to its place.

“Cold.” You blew your nose again.

Your voice was hoarse because of the sore throat. You were so fatigued and didn’t have any energy to move.

“I think I should call Flo to babysit Sarah and I’ll stay at my house until I get better. Don’t want to get you and Sarah sick.” You tried to get up as you coughed.

“No, no. Lay down. I’ll take a day off.” Joel stopped you from getting up.

“I don’t want to get you sick, Joel.” You insisted.

“Baby, please. Just let me take care of you.” He stroked your head.

“Just get some rest. I’ll be back.” Joel kissed your forehead and let you rest.

Joel tucked you in before he left the bedroom. You skipped breakfast because you didn’t have the appetite. Instead, you tried to sleep hoping to get better quickly. Joel didn’t bother you at all. He tried his best not to make any noise doing chores and took care of his daughter.

“Baby..” Joel shook you gently.

“Huh?” You opened your eyes slowly and raised your head.

“It’s lunch time.” He brought you a bowl of chicken soup he made.

“I don’t feel like eating.” You groaned.

“But you need to eat to get better.” He put the tray on the night table.

“I’m feeling nauseous.” You insisted.

“Come on, just one spoon.” Joel took a spoon of the soup and brought it near your mouth.

You sighed and opened your mouth. You knew he was right. You need to eat to get better no matter how you were feeling.

“That’s it. One more.” He tried adding another spoon.

You opened your mouth again ignoring the nausea. Joel kept feeding you until the bowl was empty. He was proud of you for emptying the bowl. He was sad seeing you sick but he was also happy that you ate. In his mind, he was trying his best to take care of you because you had been taking care of him and he felt he hadn’t taken care of you enough.

“Okay, drink this.” He gave you the meds and a glass of water.

You gulped them all in once and sighed.

“Get back to sleep.” Joel placed a kiss on your temple and went out with the tray.

“Thank you, honey.” You snorted and smiled at him.

You laid back and got back to sleep. You didn't know how long you had closed your eyes, and suddenly you felt the urge to vomit. You got up and ran to the bathroom. You opened the toilet lid and threw everything in your stomach. You groaned as you wiped your mouth with your hands. Joel suddenly went inside the bedroom to check on you but you weren't on the bed. He immediately checked the bathroom and found you sitting on the floor.

"You okay there?" He crouched beside you and massaged the back of your neck.

"I'm sorry." You wiped your tears from your cheek.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll clean up later." He rubbed your back.

"I threw everything up. You made the chicken soup for me and I threw it up. Ugh." You felt guilty.

"Don't worry, baby. Just focus on getting better. I can always make you another one." He kissed your temple.

You smiled before you felt your stomach turn again.

*gagging*

"Just let it all out, baby." Joel massaged the back of your neck again to help you feel better.

*you vomited*

"I think that's everything." You flushed the toilet.

Joel held your upper arm to support your weight while you took a glass of water and gargled to clean your mouth.

"You need anythin'?" Joel helped you lay on your back on the bed and tucked you.

You shook your head.

"Okay, tell me if you're hungry. I'll get you some food." Joel stroked your head.

You nodded and Joel walked away to the door. Then you remembered what you needed now.

"I know what I need." You suddenly spoke.

"What is it?" Joel turned his heel right away and walked to you.

"You." You chuckled softly.

"Me?" Joel raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself.

"Uh-huh. I'm cold. I need you to warm me."

"I thought you told me to stay away so I don't get sick." Joel sat beside you on the edge of the bed.

"But you're my human heater." You pouted as you suddenly got so clingy.

"I know. I know. I'm just jokin'. I'll put Sarah to bed and be back soon. Okay?" Joel kissed your forehead and left for a moment.

After he put Sarah to bed and finished all the chores, he went back to the bedroom and laid beside you. You were awakened by his weight on the bed.

"Mmhmm." You snuggled closer to him and opened your arms.

"Come here, darlin'." Joel put his arms around you and warmed you.

"So comfy and warm." You buried your head to his chest.

Joel chuckled and kissed your head.

"Can we cuddle all night?" You mumbled in his chest.

"Of course, darlin'. We can cuddle as long as you want." He fixed the blanket so the two of you were covered enough.

You slept so well with Joel's presence and warmth. You even had a dream of getting married to him and Sarah calling you mom. You smiled in your sleep.

The sun shone and the light woke you up. You sighed and moved your arm around looking for him. Joel wasn't there. He must have woken up early. You rubbed your eyes and yawned. Your headache was lighter but you still had a runny nose. You took a tissue on the night table and blew your nose. The door opened as you wiped your nose clean.

"Morning sweetie, where's your dad?" Sarah walked towards you.

"Daddy this." Sarah said two simple words as she gave you a small blue velvet box.

"What is this, sweetie? You got me a present?" You caressed her head.

You turned the box upside down before you opened it wondering what that is. Then you realized that it was a ring box. Were you dreaming? Was this a dream in a dream? You had a dream of getting married to Joel Miller but you definitely had woken up. You pinched your cheek to wake yourself up and you were still in the same place. So you decided to open the box. You gasped as you saw a beautiful engagement ring inside. You started to tear up.

Joel leaned on the doorframe all the time when your focus was on the ring box. You raised your head and looked at him.

"Joel.." Your tears fell to your cheeks.

"What do you say, baby? You, me, Sarah, together? As a family?" He walked closer to you.

"Will you let me take care of you forever?" He wiped your tears.

You were out of words. Your tongue was tied. You could just cry in happiness and nod. It had been around two years since you moved in and Joel finally put a ring on your finger.

"Will you marry me and take my last name?" Joel took your hand.

"Yes! Yes!" You nodded and he put the ring on your finger.

Sarah laughed as she saw the two of you.

"No!" You stopped him as he leaned in to kiss you.

"What? You're having second thoughts in seconds? You're saying no?" You could see his heart broke instantly hearing you said no to him.

You threw your head back and laughed.

"No, I mean, yes, yes I will marry you. But no kissing. I'm still sick. You'll get a cold from me." You giggled.

"Thank God. You scared me for a second." Joel sighed in relief.

"I don't care, baby. If getting sick means spending more time with you like this. Then let me get sick." He chuckled and sneaked a kiss.

You gasped as he kissed you.

"Joel!" You pushed him.

"You're gonna be responsible if I get sick." He smirked.

"I hate you!" You hit his chest.

"You know I had a dream of getting married to you last night. I guess I can see the future." You told him about your dream last night.

"You're a psychic." He cupped your cheeks.

"We're getting married kiddo! She's gonna be your mom soon!" Joel took his daughter to his arms and bounced her.

To be continued…

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bellewintersroe · 6 months

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Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter! part 11! Here’s the LINK for part 10. Tw: some mentions of death threats? Leni gets a little anxious so talks of anxiety and worry. Talks of a sexual nature. Max and Leni find themselves in a little awkward conversation, after a few too many drinks Max finds himself moping around when his feelings don’t seem to be mutual. It’s fair to say the next morning he’s embarrassed. Still, things move on and soon Mexico is looming, Max gets protective especially when death threats are for some reason sent in innocent Leni’s direction, and the two grow closer than ever. Taglist: @ironmaiden1313 @callsignwidow @fangirl125reader @norassimpingzone @roseseraj @eugene-emt-roe @copper-boom @its-elias-world @cassiopeiia24@larastark3107 @maxxiemoo @crashingwavesofeuphoria @18754389

“Hey, careful.” I breathlessly laughed, reaching out and holding Max’s upper arm, supporting his stance. It wasn’t like he was taller or bigger than me or anything…

“I’m good- sorry!” Max’s semi-sober mind shone through, before he started snickering with drunken laughter. “Cant have you breaking an arm before Mexico.” I smiled, scanning over his slightly messy hair. He’d ruffled it and attempted to tidy it over and over again in the ride back to the hotel.

“No. That wouldn’t be good.” He smiled back to me, eyes glimmering as he watched down in my direction. He was somehow walking and staring at me simultaneously. “You know, you look really pretty tonight.” Max’s arm relaxed and soon I was just holding onto his bicep gently.

“Thank you.” My face immediately warmed. I felt my smile grow and my heart literally fluttered like somebody had just electrocuted me. “But you can’t walk and stare at me at the same time, you should watch where you’re going.” I playfully knocked his face back in the direction down the hall. He was still smiling, laughing to himself.

“Sorry, Leni, I probably shouldn’t have drunk this much… probably.” He muttered to himself, clearly trying to buck up his ideas. “For a change you’re more drunk than I am.” My hand softly slipped off his arm. I saw his brows falter slightly and he reached down, taking a hold of my hand.

My voice hitched as I went to protest, but soon he was looking at me with the same softened eyes I’d stared back to that night we spent on the yacht for his birthday. “Maybe I’m gonna come on too strong-”

“No, don’t say that…” I awkwardly shrugged, stepping outside my hotel room door. “I just…” he paused, looking back down to me again. “I just really like you, Leni.” He hiccuped once again and my heart simultaneously jumped and broke, realizing how truly wasted he just was.

“You’re drunk, Max.” My voice softened, gaze fluttering to the ground. I was afraid if I stared back to him I’d lose myself. “Im truthful.” He slurred as I sighed turning up to him.

“Maybe you don’t feel the same, or-or you’re scared-”

“Max. Let’s not.” An uncomfortable awkwardness rattled through me. He couldn’t mean all of this seeing how wasted he was. I’d been told by men before in this exact situation how they felt about me and it meant nothing. “Sorry.” He quickly spoke as I pulled my key card out. “Sorry.” Max repeated. I reached out and unlocked my door. “Trust me, Max. I do feel the same.” I shyly muttered, facing the door as I pushed on it. Max remained silent. “I just can’t, yet.” He let out out a drunken laugh, one that was overwhelmingly sad. I turned back to him, door wide open so I stepped forwards and eloped him within a hug. “Don’t look so sad, you’re literally a world champion.” I teased, lightly slapping his cheek. Max’s smile emerged again, hands moving up to my waist. “I want you, Leni.” He whispered. I didn’t quite know how to take that comment, I felt weak in the knee’s, an immediate warmth spread through my core and I couldn’t stop staring back into his eyes.

My hand softened on his neck as I grazed over the very bottom of his scalp. I want you too, but not like this. “Please, Max. Not when you’re so drunk. It’s just too soon.” Max and I separated slightly.

“Okay.” He nodded, not overstepping a boundary. “Okay.” He repeated. “Are you okay getting back to your room?”

“It’s only down the hall.” He awkwardly shrugged. Despite seemingly to understand where I was coming from, he still had a semi-sour expression plastered across his face. It would be one that would torment me day and night.

“Okay… night Max.”

“Night…” awkward…

___________________________________________ Friday 28th October 2023.

“All im saying Leni, is that you’ll just be safer in the garage, with us and security.” My dad explained. I huffed in frustration, pushing my glasses off my face. It wasn’t like I was trying to do my work or anything and my dad kept pestering me. “Yeah, but, dad, I don’t get it. Nobody’s bothered about me, I don’t think they even know who I am.” I harshly reached for my glasses, shoving them back on my face. “I’d beg to differ.” He scoffed as I rolled my eyes.

“Look, don’t be rolling your eyes, Leni. At the end of the day it’s for your own safety.” “Nobody’s gonna go out and behead me in the paddock.” I dramatically spoke. “Well you haven’t seen what people have been saying.” He muttered in a low tone. I pursed my lips and pushed my laptop screen back slightly.

“I stay in the garage anyway.” “No you don’t.”

“Okay, I don’t. But I’m safe.” I defended as my dad sighed. “Look, for the safety of you and everybody just stay in the bloody garage this race. I can’t risk anything.” “Alright I will. I was going to anyway.” My eyes widened. My dad muttered something before walking back to what he was focused on before. Basically there’d been a whole load of threats towards Max and Red Bull in Mexico, I wasn’t too sure what for or what over, but security had increased. I hadn’t been very present on that side of social media, so as far as I knew my dad was just being overdramatic. I got back to my work and focused for the rest of the evening, occupied on finishing everything up before the weekend ahead. It wasn’t until I had downtime in the evening that I decided to have a browse of exactly what these threats were. My accounts were all on private so I headed to my message requests. Half of them were spam or just random people messaging me about my dad, or Red Bull, but I did see one particular creepy message about Mexico. A shudder ran down my spine reading how the man said he was going to do horrific things to me. I knew not to take it seriously, but I shouldn’t have doubted my dad so much, let alone argue with him, especially when there was a chain of frightening messages. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d done, or why they knew me? I suppose it was just fear mongering amongst Red Bull and to Max. I didn’t want to spook my father any further, so I hovered over Max’s contact. We hadn’t text in a while, I didn’t know if it would be weird, especially after the other night, to text him. But truthfully I was scared, especially alone in a hotel room.

I screenshotted the imagine and sent it to him, punching out my message frantically quick. Seconds later, Max had responded. Leni: I’m scared wtf?!!!

Max: Leni that’s disgusting, have you told your dad? Leni: I’ll show him tomorrow fml Max: are you ok???

Leni: Im good, just freaked now I’m alone in the hotel room

Max: don’t worry you are safe in here, there’s more security than usual.

Part of me wanted to go be with Max that night. No matter how hard I attempted to deny that I didn’t want anything yet, I did. I couldn’t deny that for much longer. So when he responded I found myself tapping my phone, shuddering at the idea of being alone all evening in this room. Leni: yeah it’ll be fine

Max: I’m sorry they are messaging you too

Leni: don’t be sorry?? It’s not your fault at all, Max

Max: is there anything I can do though? Leni: bring me a night light fml Max: hahahahah not allowed to leave my room sorry Max: you can come to my room however if you are actually that scared

One thing led to another and I was creeping past security with my head held low. They didn’t bat an eyelid. Max must have told them I was coming, I just hoped to god it wouldn’t get spread back to my dad and Geri that I was sneaking into Max’s room at 9pm. But it wasn’t like that, not at all.

“Are you okay?” Max was quick to greet me inside, thanking the security before locking the door behind us. His room was fucking huge, he had the most amazing view and a TV the size of a cinema screen. His bed was king sized (of course) and the sheets were only slightly ruffled from where he’d been sat. Max was in his underwear and had thrown on a hoody. I hoped I hadn’t awoken him.

“I’m ok. I didn’t wake you did I?”

“No, of course not. Come sit down.” He switched the main light off, the TV illuminating the room. I followed, taking the side of the bed that was furthest away from the door and kicking my crocs off to one side neatly. “Are those crocs?!” Max crawled over, leaning over the side of the bed.

“Yeah.” I giggled, gaze lingering over him. “Jesus, Leni. I thought you were better than that.”

“Uh- I love crocs. They’re actually so comfy.” I hugged my knees upwards slightly, Max smirked towards me before resting back onto the pillows to my right. He kept a comfortable distance, one that I wanted to break. “Are you sure you’re okay, though? Those messages were weird.” He double checked. “Yeah… it was just weird. I don’t know how they know who I am.”

“They are just a set of pricks.” He huffed, shaking his head back to the TV. He’d been watching ‘We’re the Millers’ and had it paused until I came in. “I don’t think they’ll do anything though, Leni. But just in case you should be careful.” He nodded towards me, playing the movie.

“Sorry, dad.” I teased as he looked towards me in surprise. “It’s true, no?”

“Yeah, it is.” I glanced down to my Nike socks, I’d purposefully put them on to look cool in front of Max. It was kinda pathetic. “But you can stay here, all night- I mean if you want to, I’m okay with it.” He shrugged honestly.

“I don’t want you to be scared.” He added back on as I smiled softly towards him. “At least I have somebody to watch this with.” He gave me a double glance, nodding towards the tv as I laughed gently. “Suppose so.” A moment of silence took over us as we watched the movie. “I will seriously head-butt someone, though.” “What?”

“If they do anything to you- ah not that they will, but I would.” I laughed slightly, but the protective comment was actually really cute- in a strange kinda way.

“Thanks, Max.” I glanced back down to the sheets I was yet to slip under. “I am a little worried though, I didn’t take my dad seriously.” The message included graphic details of what they wanted to do to me because I was a girl and where they’d find me (not that they could do that but still). I shuddered at the thought. “Don’t be worried, you’ll be ok with us.” Max nodded resting back against the pillows. The aircon nipped at my skin slightly, Max must’ve noticed the goosebumps on my skin and tugged at the blanket slightly. “Thanks.” I smiled back, allowing him to semi help me under.

“Sorry, I can turn it down.” He reached up for the remote, “honestly it’s fine, it’s warmer under here.” I tugged the bedding up to my neck. I could smell Max’s cologne, it dizzied me with emotion.

“Comfy bed.” He commented, still switching the air-con down to a more natural temperature. I still shuddered slightly and brought my hands forwards. “Feel how cold they are.” In the process I touched his bare thigh, Max squirmed and called out in shock. “Leni! What the fuck- how are you so cold?” He scrambled, grabbing my hands in his larger ones. I laid on my side facing him whilst he shuffled down slightly. “Because your room is Antarctica.” I pointed out.

“C’mere.” He offered his arm out and I shuffled forwards, moving over onto his chest with a comfy arm over his front. This felt nice. Like real good, he was all snug and when his hand casually rested on my arm, rubbing up and down I thought I’d burst from excitement. Cuddling wouldn’t lead to anything, right? I could still not overstep a boundary but enjoy myself. I hummed, squeezing him slightly. “You’re all warm.”

“Yeah, you’re fucking freezing.” He tensed when my hand touched the skin that had been exposed from his top lifting. I purposefully put my hand there, hearing him groan as he tensed, reaching down there to shift my hand again. The noise he made did things to me. It was more like a moan than anything, the thought of Max like that making those noises was something I hadn’t dwelled on a whole not- until now. “Mmm, let me get warm!” I teased hearing him laugh and slowly take my hand, pinning it over the other side of my head. Woah. I gasped out a laugh, my stomach fluttering and there was that familiar warming between my legs. Fuck- I was horny, for Max. How embarrassing. My face blushed as I scanned back to his eyes, not knowing if he was thinking what I was thinking.

“Max.” I pouted, but he’d already glanced my face up and down, shifting his body so he was on his knees besides me. His hair fell messy and down over his face and he looked really good. All sensation of being cold left me and suddenly I felt like I was sweating in my hoody.

“Sorry.” He blinked, hand sliding off my wrist gently. My brows furrowed in a slight disappointment and I sat up once again, eyeing over him. All sense had left my body, I wanted his attention, I wanted Max. What about waiting? Fuck waiting- okay maybe I was being brash.

“It’s fine.” I smiled gently, pulling off the hoody and placing it gently on the floor. “We had something good going on then, you ruined it.” He was still teasing, I was glad.

“I wouldn’t say it was good.” I fired back, resting back under the covers. Max then glanced to me, deciding to pull on the own material of his shirt before sinking deeper into the bed. He was almost completely naked. Fuck.

“Fine.” He nodded confidently, meeting my gaze for a moment before his eyes landed back on the TV. Throughout the movie we’d moved closer, with a small nudge of my foot on his leg, Max was offering his arm out again and pulling me into yet another cuddle. I felt like a dog in heat, and when his hand mindlessly slipped onto my lower thigh that was gently resting over his legs I wanted to moan out loud.

I decided to push it further, knowing his hand was where it was, fingers deliciously squeezing into my skin every now and then, I shifted my hand a little lower down his chest, to his stomach. Max swallowed, I could see by the bobbing of his Adam’s apple, but I simply pretended to laugh at the TV. Inside, I was trying to retrace the feeling of his lips on mine, his hand on my skin, even higher up than it was now.

When the movie was over we’d made no significant moves so I let out a small moan of dissatisfaction and rolled back, my hand was cold again, so I purposefully placed it over his lower abdomen just for some attention. It worked. Max hissed, fighting for my hand and grabbing it between his larger one. “If you keep doing that-”

“Sorry, sorry.” I sheepishly spoke, stretching slightly from how uncomfortable this vest stop was. His eyes fell to my chest, my nipples were peaked in the cool air and you could clearly see the outline of them through the white material.

“What will you do if I keep doing it?” My laugh fell short, “make you sleep on the floor.” Max still held my hand up, but when I relaxed it it flopped down besides me, still squeezed by his.

“That’s mean.” My eyes fell to where the covers had pulled down, revealing his naked torso. “Well, if you can’t control yourself..”

“I can control myself!” Truthfully I couldn’t, right now I wanted to do every sinful act to Max under the sun.

“Sure.” He smirked, gaze effortlessly gliding over me. “Mh.” I made a pathetic attempt to fight from his grasp, my hips raising slightly as I did. Max didn’t fail to notice this. At the same time he moved his hand, moving them to my shorts and tugging at them slightly.

“Are you not uncomfortable?” He flicked at them again, the tight material pinging back down to my skin. “Mhm.” Suddenly I felt all shy, nodding as my hand slid to where his was, adjusting the material slightly. “Take them off then.” He spoke in a hushed tone. My breath hitched and my thumbs pushed under the material, inching them off my legs to reveal my matching white thong I’d paired with my vest top on purpose. I had to be prepared, okay?! I lifted my knees up, shyly bringing them together as Max’s jaw tensed. “You can borrow some shorts if you want.” He tore his eyes away, staring back to me from above me. “No, it’s okay.” I whispered as he inhaled sharply, tearing his eyes away.

“You’re doing things to me, Leni.” He openly spoke. I blinked back up to him, pushing myself up once again. “What- what do you mean?” I stammered. Max turned back to me after a moment with an exasperated look. His cheeks were pink and his jaw was tightened. He looked frustrated, exceptionally sexy.

“Because you say you want to wait and then this happens I- you’re driving me insane.”

“Well… we don't have to wait just for tonight…”

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thesamoanqueen · 2 months

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Emotional support

Tagged by my lovely foreva honorary friend @wrestlezaynia for a WIP friday.

A/N: for @xxtremee (is not a big long story but I did something)

She knew that pose, he used it even acting as the Tribal Chief, in front of cameras. Even outside, however, it didn't mean anything good and the chaos erupted from his family was enough to make her know what had happened. She had observed him while she helped tidy up, she had seen him scratch his dark beard, listen angry comments and complaints, nod a couple of times. He was sad, even though he was a big boy and he was keeping it in silence, she was not a football fan, but for him years before it had almost been his dream career and it was enough to make her a sad about that defeat too.

Finishing putting away the potato salad in another lunch box ready for who knows which member of his huge family, she saw him leave them after a while to join her

- They fought in the final, its a win anyway – she didn't know how the football business worked, but she was a visibility and marketing conoisseur, it couldn't have hurt the niners to be in the Super Bowl for sure.

- Next year maybe we'll make it – Roman agreed with a slightly too heavy breath and she felt like hugging him, showering him with kisses, anything just to take away that face from him.

Maybe was not a good idea in front of everyone, not with the racket in the living room and his cousins and uncles threatening to tear the house down, but maybe she could lighten the mood.

-You know, if you need emotional comfort, I can help in many ways... - she proposed, casting an elusive glance much lower and Roman put down the glass he had taken to look at her - I was trying to be helpful, doing my part. I thought it might help to lighten things up a bit, my bad – she cut it short, falling silent when his sister, Vanessa, stormed in the kitchen, passing them both without a glance.

Roman kept the fridge open for her, giving her time to get some juice for who knows which one of the many kids who were running around and Y/N smiled at her too, when she left in a hurry, taking advantage of things to put down the potato salad that was still in her hand.

- It can help – she heard Roman admit, shifting his attention from his sister to her with ease and Y/N widened her eyes, surprise quickly turning into a giggle at seeing him show a more contrite face than when he joined her.

- I'll do everything I can to make you feel better, I promise – she said, patting his chest playfully while he leaned down to hold her again, laughing softly.

It may not have gone as they had planned, either for the niners or for him, but she was pretty sure that one way or another they would all find something to overcome the emotional trauma.

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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A Fresh Start [11]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: sick child, fear and panic, angst/comfort

Word Count: 4,290

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #11: YOU DIDN’T

Chapter Summary: Vulnerability leads to sincerity.

“falling for him wasn’t falling at all. it was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you’re home.” -r.i.d.

The sound of coughing woke you up. You sat up quickly to be surrounded by a silent house, and for one brief second you wondered if you had imagined it. Right before you laid back down, another bout of muffled coughing traveled through the walls. You threw the covers off your legs and rushed out of your room. You nearly burst into Mando’s room in your sleepy and panicked stupor, but as if your body remembered where your mind couldn't, you stopped at his closed door. If Grogu was awake and coughing that meant Mando was up and you would bet credits he didn’t have his helmet on. You rapped your knuckles on the wooden door.

“Mando?” You called out. “Is everything okay?”

You heard shuffling on the other side before the door was torn open. Mando stood there and even though he wore his helmet the word disheveled came to mind. He was holding a fussy Grogu to his chest. Mando shook his head. “I gave him the treatment. The⏤The nebulizer thing, but it isn’t helping.”

“How long has this been going on?” You asked. At the sound of your voice, Grogu let out a wail and turned around with open arms. Mando leaned forward and you didn’t hesitate to take the boy into your own arms. Immediately, you cradled him and began to rock him softly while whispering soft reassurances.

“The last half hour.” Mando sighed. He lifted his hands to his helmet⏤ as if he were trying to smooth out his hair but forgot he was wearing the beskar. “I didn’t want to bother you, but I…”

The tone in his voice told you that if you hadn't gotten here when you did he would’ve rushed into your room anyways. Not that you minded. You gave Grogu a slight pat on the back as more coughs racked his small body. “You can always wake me, Mando.” He nodded and you frowned at the sound of Grogu’s sad whimpers. “Maybe we should take him to the clinic.”

“I thought about that, but all we have right now is a second hand medical droid and Daelar.” Mando sighed. He tilted his head and reached out to set his own hand on top of yours on Grogu’s back. “Do you think Bacta would help at all? In some way?”

You were still stuck on the first portion of his sentence to even fully hear the ridiculous ‘panicked parent’ question. “Mando,” You spoke slowly, “Are you telling me, other than a droid, the only medical professional we have in this city is dickhead Daelar?”

“The other two quit. Karga hired more, and they were supposed to be here by now, but they got hung up.”

“Oh Maker.” You’d trust a porg to perform a medical service before you did that jackass from the clinic. Mando stepped closer. This was the most tension you had ever seen him wear before. In this moment, he wasn’t a tough, unstoppable Mandalorian. He was just a worried dad. Grogu coughed and you forced yourself to slip out of your current role and step into the mind and training of a person with a medical background. His cough was dry⏤ hoarse and barking. There was no congestion.

“Steam.” You blurted.

“What?”

“We need to fill the bathroom with steam.”

Mando needed no further prompting. He rushed past you and at the movement Grogu began to cry once more and reach out for his father. It seemed he wasn’t going to settle unless you were both in reach. You followed after Mando quickly. He had already turned on the hot water in both the sink and shower.

“Here.” You held him out. Mando took Grogu who settled in his father’s chest. “I’ll be right back.”

As you rushed out of the bathroom, you could hear Grogu fussing for you. It didn’t take long for you to dig through all your room for your medkit. You snuck back into the bathroom, squeezing through the smallest crack you could manage, then closed the door tight. Mando sat in the corner where the shower’s edge met the wall and was rubbing his son’s back.

“Ma cuyir norac. Dala cuyir olar.” Mando murmured.

Grogu coughed more and reached back for you. You knelt on the ground beside the two of them and dug out the thermometer you had packed away. Grogu didn’t feel hot to touch, but you didn’t want to risk it based on a guess. He whined and squirmed as you tried to set the tip into his ear and Mando responded by holding him tighter to keep him from jerking back.

“I know, baby. I know.” You mumbled while begging for the thermometer to finish. The beeping was music to your ears and at the very normal temperature you breathed a sigh of relief. “He has no fever.”

“Good.” Mando shared in your relief.

“Let’s give the steam a chance to open his lungs. No fever means he’s stable, but if he doesn’t get better in the next ten minutes we gotta risk the droid and Daelar.” You said. Worst case scenario, you get to the clinic and you have to step up and act yourself.

Mando nodded in agreement. Hot steam continued to billow in the small room, and you sat as close to Mando as you could so you could soothingly rake your fingers against Grogu’s head and ears while Mando rubbed his back. Gradually, the coughing got slower. You noted that his fussiness was turning to drowsiness, but he continued to try and fight sleep. Faintly, you heard Mando singing in Mando’a⏤ his hoarse voice through the modulator giving the lullaby a soothing touch.

After a few minutes of this, Grogu lifted his head and both you and Mando froze in worry. Rather than crying, the boy turned and reached out one arm to you. He weakly called out for you and you carefully took him from Mando’s arms. You shot Mando a worried look. You didn’t want to cross a boundary. Mando had been scared, an emotion you didn’t know Mandalorians could feel, and if holding his calmed down son in his arms helped then you wanted to give him that. Instead, Mando just nodded once.

Grogu nestled into your chest, laying his head on your shoulder. Mando surprised you by shifting in his seated position to accommodate you. Now you were between his legs, and he wrapped his arms around you to pull you back into his chest. Tired, you sank into him and felt your body relax. Mando kept his arms around you⏤ one resting on your abdomen and the other on rubbing his son’s head like you had been earlier.

“How did you know steam would help?” Mando asked quietly. You could feel the rumble in his chest from his voice.

“Moist air.” You replied back just as softly. “To calm down the inflammation in his airway.”

“You read that in one of your books?” He asked. It occurred to you then that you were doing very little to hide your medical knowledge in this scenario. On a list of priorities, keeping your past secret was way, way below protecting Grogu. The kid came before anything and everything else. Mando lifted the hand resting on your abdomen and instead held it against your own arm letting his fingers trace your skin there. The motion was comforting. “I don’t know what I would do without you, cyar’ika.”

You chuckled. “You were doing just fine before I got here.”

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you with the only sound being the running hot water, and Grogu’s soft snores. Finally, Mando spoke and the sudden rumbling in his chest nearly made you jump. “Can you… Can you stay facing forward? Don’t turn around. Please.”

The almost pleading sound in that last word felt like a stranglehold around your heart. Unable to find words, you just nodded simply. Mando pulled his arm away from you and let his hand trace the entire length of your arm before it disappeared. You felt him moving, heard the hiss of a release, then⏤ just out of the corner of your eyes⏤ you saw his hand set his helmet on the floor. You were breathless. Mando pulled you in closer and placed his arm back where it had been. However, this time you felt his chin rest on your shoulder. He leaned his head against the side of yours. The level of trust he was showing. All it would take was a slight turn of your head⏤ even if you just peered out of the corner of your eyes⏤ you could see him. Too worried about accidentally seeing him, you closed your eyes.

“We were fine, sure.” Mando said, his voice unfiltered through a modulator. You thought you had been addicted to listening to him speak before, but now? Like this? Dank farrik. He continued. “But, it’s because we didn’t know what we were missing.” You wanted to speak, but you didn’t have the words. It seemed Mando hadn’t run out of them quite yet though. “I’m not used to losing control. I don’t panic. That was trained out of me ages ago, but tonight I⏤” Mando breathed out a sigh and you felt the air on your skin. “I didn’t know what to do. Grogu’s never been sick before. But you…”

“It’s⏤” You took in a breath. “It’s normal for a parent to panic when their kid is sick.”

“You didn’t.” Mando replied. The simple words insinuating that you were in the same position as he was. A parent. You tightened your arms around Grogu. Mando chuckled, “The way you just took charge. Cyar’ika…” Mando pulled his head back. Before you could miss his warmth, you felt his lips brush against the skin where your shoulder met your neck. You took in a sharp breath. Mando had facial hair. You could feel it. He pulled Grogu and you closer to his chest. “Ni aalar sha yaim ti gar.”

“You said that before.” You mumbled, vaguely recognizing the words that you didn't even know you knew. “That night. Before I fell asleep in bed. I think you said that.”

“I did.”

“Will you tell me what it means?”

“One day, cyar’ika.”

You drifted off to sleep⏤ safe with both your boys.

Din didn’t realize he had crossed a line until he woke up with his arms wrapped around you in the soft morning light streaming through his bedroom window. Last night was a nightmare. Din had never felt so useless before. Anytime his son was in danger, it was always something physical that he could respond to. Storm troopers, rival bounty hunters, Moff kriffing Gideon. All of it Din could do something⏤ there was an action he could take. Last night though? Grogu was sick, and he had never dealt with that before. The enemy threatening his son was internal, and Din was at a loss. This wasn’t somebody he could use his blaster on, this wasn’t an adversary he could disintegrate or burn, it was an illness he couldn’t touch. Din had felt useless and that was his absolute worst nightmare⏤ to be able to do nothing as his son suffered.

When you came to his door, worry evident in your voice, he had been minutes away from kicking down your door himself. He had tried to handle it on his own, used the medicine given to him by the doctor, but it did nothing but make Grogu fussier.

The way you took action? The way you pushed forward without an ounce of fear or panic drawn on your calm, gorgeous features? The way Grogu instinctively knew, as he did, that you were a figure of safety? Din could have cried. Sitting in the bathroom watching the steam aid his son’s breathing and calm that horrid coughing⏤ he nearly did. Din was so thankful that Grogu had never gotten sick on the Razor Crest. So thankful that you had been here to act.

It was why he hadn’t paused in pulling you into his arms. Holding you tight against his chest, you cradling Grogu protectively to your chest, had been the moment his racing heart had finally begun to calm down. The panic eased off and was replaced by the feeling of safety. Maybe physically he could fist fight his way through a problem and feel confident, but mentally and emotionally Din always felt at a loss. You were a pillar of steadfast reliability. Your presence was a soothing balm to his turbulent mind. Feeling you pressed against him still hadn’t been enough for him. Din didn’t give his words or movements a second thought when he pulled his helmet off last night. There was no waging war or torment plaguing him at the thought of it. It reminded him of that moment on Gideon’s ship when he took his helmet off for Grogu that first time. It had just been the right thing to do⏤ it just made sense.

Din trusted you not to turn and look at him, and he needed that moment. He needed to be able to bury his face into the crook of your neck. Breathe in the smell of your soap unhindered by a wall of beskar. Press his lips to your shoulder. Maker, he had never needed anything more desperately. Din had felt like a man stranded in the desert aching and searching for water and the feel of your skin was an oasis.

You had fallen asleep leaning into him. The sound of Grogu’s light snores mingling with yours had been a melody he could spend forever listening to. With no forethought, no self doubt, Din had shifted to pick you up and carried you both to his bed. His only concern had been to stay close to you and Grogu, so he crawled into bed behind you and buried his face in your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you and his son.

That was how Din woke up. Helmet less and curled around your body.

His first morning thought had been an admiration of how well you seemed to fit with him. His second thought was the return of reality. Din Djarin had crossed a line, and though you didn’t seem opposed to it, that didn’t change the facts. He would not be able to untangle himself from you and pretend like everything was normal. Not after this. Any semblance of self control he had was melted away from the steam of last night.

Din lifted his head just enough to see Grogu was still fast asleep. He had fallen away from your chest, but he now laid on his belly right beside you⏤ one of your arms covering him protectively. Maker, if he could just pause time…

He needed to get up. Based on the morning light, Cara would probably start looking for him soon. Din gave himself one more second of this moment. He pulled you in closer, took a long breath, and then softly pressed a kiss at the exposed space right beneath your ear. You sighed in your sleep, the sound dreamy enough to make him consider quitting his job altogether just so he could live in this moment, and pressed into him for warmth. He reminded himself that this was not how he wanted the conversation of line crossing to start⏤ with you waking up in his arms, with his face exposed, and his morning wood pressed against your ass. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Using every ounce of strength he had, Din pulled his arms away from you and slid out of bed.

Din readjusted himself then went searching for his helmet. It had been left on the bathroom floor. As he slid it on, he was mildly impressed with himself. He hadn’t remembered turning off the faucets, but apparently some part of him from last night had enough mindset to do so. He had to sneak back into his room to find his communicator, but then settled in the kitchen leaning against the island counter. A pot of caf was brewing behind him as he checked his messages. He had a few questioning ones from Mayfeld and Cara, missed calls from Cara as well, and he even noted a missed call from Grogu’s school. All three of you had slept in a lot longer than intended.

The first call he made was to Grogu’s school just to let them know he was sick and wouldn’t be in. They were very understanding and wished him well. Before responding to either of his deputies, he poured himself a now finished cup of caf and lifted his helmet just enough to take a long sip. Before he could make the next call, the sounds of bare feet padding across the floor drifted to him. Din looked to the arch in time to see you step into the kitchen⏤ still in your pajamas and eyes half lidded with the remainders of your sleep.

“Morning.” Din murmured. You echoed the sentiment and rubbed your face while he began to pour another mug of caf for you. You reached his side by the island counter and Din set the mug in front of you. A thanks was mumbled briefly before you took a long sip. Din let his eyes soak in the sight of you and he couldn’t bite back the sigh that left his lips.

You set the mug down and offered him a small smile. “Grogu is still sleeping.” Din nodded. “Poor baby is tuckered out from last night.”

“Thank you again.” Din said.

“You don’t need to thank me for that. You never need to thank me for that.” You rested an elbow on the counter while facing him and slumped against the counter. Din mirrored your posture and the two of you stared at one another in the quiet of the house. Din had worried that in the morning light things would feel awkward⏤ you would seem uncomfortable. It was the opposite though. It was as if the wall between him and you had finally crumbled to dust and now all that remained was a palpable tension. A delicious one.

It was better than the moment right before he caught a difficult quarry. Better than the seconds right before he’d nose dive his ship mid flight to avoid a pursuer. Better than the beeping sound of his ship’s weapons locking onto an enemy. Better than the free fall when he was in the air right before he activated his jetpack. Din faced a lot of thrills in his life, but nothing was better than this moment right here. You and him were rising to a precipice and Maker did Din want to push both of you over the edge.

“Cyar’ika⏤”

“Mando⏤”

You both spoke at the same time only to stop and chuckle. Din shifted so he was a step closer to you. You leaned toward him rather than backing away and his chest swelled with pride. He reached out and let the tips of his fingers trail down your bare arm until they found your hand. You turned your hand just enough to allow him to tangle his grip with yours.

“I think we should talk.” His words came out in a hoarse whisper.

You squeezed his hand with a nod. “I think you’re right.”

Din was torn between being thankful for his helmet and hating it right now. If he didn’t have it on he could just show you how he felt⏤ kiss you and make sure you felt every ounce of passion he felt for you. He wasn’t good at words, he was good at action. With the helmet on, he’d have to rely on voicing what you meant to him. At least the beskar hid his face. At least you couldn’t see how nervous he felt.

“Ever since you’ve settled here,” Din began, he cleared his throat, “I’ve been⏤”

The shrill sound of his communicator blared in the quiet kitchen making both of you jump apart. His hand slipped from yours and there was suddenly too much space between the two of you. Din picked up the communicator, cursed at Mayfeld’s name, and glanced back at you. You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck, your lips ticked up in a small smile, and then nodded. “You need to get that.”

Your words sounded like you were trying to convince yourself of that as well. Din heaved a sigh and answered the communicator. He snapped. “What?”

“Mando! Finally! Where the kriff are you!?” Mayfeld barked back at him. Din’s annoyance was subdued when he heard the familiar sounds of blaster fire.

“What’s going on?”

“Those damn pirates are back and they brought friends.” Mayfeld replied. “We’re out in the lava plains. Looks like they’ve either set up base or traps but either way⏤” His voice was interrupted by more blaster fire then what sounded like Cara angrily yelling curses, “Mando! We need that shiny beskar covered ass out here, now please.”

“I’m coming. Send your coordinates.” Din hung up. His gaze met yours. “Cyar’ika⏤”

“Go. We’ll be fine here.” You replied. “I was going to take Grogu to the clinic. As much as I hate Daelar⏤”

“No.” Din blurted as his hands grasped your arms. He shook his head, grip loosening. “No, don’t. Don’t leave this house. I’ll get Daelar to make a home visit.”

The thought of you being out in Nevarro with Grogu while the pirates were this close made him ill.

You nodded. “Oh, okay.”

Din forced himself to step away from you so he could get dressed. You stayed in the kitchen. When he entered his bedroom, shutting the door behind him, he saw Grogu blink his large eyes open and yawn. Din pulled his helmet off to greet his son with a reassuring smile while simultaneously changing into his flight suit.

“Work, buir?” Grogu grumbled.

“Work, ad’ika.” He replied. Din paused before pulling on his beskar to ask in Mando’a, “How do you feel?”

Grogu didn’t offer an answer but he buried himself deeper into the blankets with a content babble. Din took that as a good sign. He quickly pulled on his armor and scooped his helmet back up off the bed where he had tossed it. Din knelt down and Grogu sat up enough to allow him to set his forehead against his.

“Be good today.” He said. “Ma is going to take care of you, but I need you to look out for her as well.”

Grogu chirped out a confirmation, still drowsy, and Din took the time to tuck his son comfortably in bed before tugging his helmet on. Before leaving his room, he reached into a drawer to pull out a new blaster. It was small and lightweight in his own hands, but it would fit in yours perfectly. He had it built for you after all. Din ordered it hours after getting back from your first shooting lessons, and it had been completed days ago. He just hadn’t had the opportunity to give it you. Din wanted to take you back out so you could train with this specifically, but he’d have to settle for now.

Din wasn’t going to walk out of this house without knowing you had something in reach to protect yourself and Grogu. As a back up, of course. Din’s plan involved you never having to actually use it.

He hurried out of his room, back to the kitchen, and saw you standing over the stove stirring a pot. Din paused beside you and let his hand settle on your lower back. It looked like you were making some kind of rice porridge for Grogu. At his touch though, you lifted the pot to set it on a cool burner and faced him.

“You’ll be careful, right?” You asked. There was fear in your eyes and Din hated it.

“I will.” He replied. “Take this.” When he pressed the blaster into your hands, your eyes widened. “Keep it by your side today. Grogu knows better than to mess with any of my weapons, but he’s also a little womp rat so…” You let out a soft laugh and his lips ticked up. He needed to go. Din needed to hurry out. Before he could question himself, Din leaned down so he could set his forehead against yours. You took in a sharp breath and he carefully cradled the side of your face. “Do not leave the house today. Please. I’ll have my communicator on if you need anything, don’t hesitate, but⏤” Din sighed. “Please, cyar’ika, I just need to know you and Grogu are safe today.”

You set your empty hand on top of his and Din wished he didn’t have to feel your touch through the leather of his glove. “I promise we’ll stay here. Just come back home in one piece, Mando.”

“Din.” He whispered.

You pulled back just an inch, still hovering close enough that your breath could fog up his t-visor, “Wh⏤What?”

“My name.” He said. “It’s Din Djarin.”

“Din.” The way his name fell from your lips in that sweet voice nearly sent him to his knees. “Be safe, Din.”

He couldn’t afford to stay another minute. It would only make it that much harder to go. Din hurried out of his home and activated his jetpack the moment he was outside. The sooner this was dealt with the sooner he’d be back to you and Grogu.

mando'a translations

Cyar’ika: Darling /// Ad’ika: son /// Buir: Father

Ma cuyir norac. Dala cuyir olar: Ma is back. She's here.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #protective din djarin #good dad din djarin #mando #mando x reader #mando x you #Female reader #reader insert #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #mandalorian and grogu #angst/comfort #slow burn

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Miracles don't exist | 23: The Greatest Gift

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Nothing really [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Tapping on the window wakes you up. You groan and stretch out. A grumble next to makes you turn your head. Theo lays on his stomach, his cheek squished against the pillow and his arm slinked over your middle. He pulls you close to himself as you try to move out of the bed to see what's tapping on the window.

"No, come back", he wines, his arm searching around for you while you slide open the curtains.

A jet-black owl sits perched on the windowsill, a letter with a familiar seal in its beak. You thank the owl by scratching its head before it flies off, leaving you with the letter.

You go sit on the bed as you open the seal, unfolding the letter. An arm wraps around you and Theo practically folds his entire body over yours. He mumbles and grumbles something you don't catch. With a slight smile, you pat his hands and start to read the letter.

It's not much of a letter. More like a two-sentence note.

You're expected at 11 o'clock. Be there — Aunt Cissy

A frown forms on your face. Great. Absolutely fantastic.

"We have to be at the Mannor today."

Theo hums and tightens his hold around you as he reads over the note. "Then we have enough time to go back to bed." He drops back down, pulling you on top of him.

You giggle as he places his chin on top of your head. You stay like that for a while, listening to his heartbeat as Theo's chest rises and falls slowly.

"Can we... can we do this more?"

You raise your head and look at the dark-haired boy with arched eyebrows. "What? Cuddle?"

A blush spreads on his face. "Yeah. And... sleep together. In the same bed."

You can practically feel the heat radiating from his face. A big smile grows on your face. You nod and snuggle closer to him, pressing your face against his chest.

After having spent doing absolutely nothing but enjoying each other's company, you decide to finally get up and get dressed. Theo rolls around the bed longer but when you say that he can choose your outfit, he's quick out of the bed and throws open your closet. You laugh and go to the bathroom to wash up and fix your hair.

When you return fifteen minutes later is Theo still in front of the closet, a serious look on his face. He cutely scrunches up his nose. Wrapping your arms around his middle, you return his gesture from before and press your cheek against one of his shoulder blades. "Just a black dress is okay."

He hums and holds up two dresses. "I'm just between these two."

"That one is blue." You unwrap your hands and overlay the two fabrics, "see?"

"That one is not blue. They're obviously both black."

You chuckle. "Nope. That one is navy blue. I'll put on the other one since I don't want to stick out like a sore thumb."

Theo grumbles but leaves the room to go to his own bedroom to put on a black suit — at your request.

The two of you walk hand in hand towards the Floo network. You reluctantly let go of Theo’s hand as soon as your feet hit the chilly tiles of the Manor’s entrance. You know that Voldemort will see it as weak. Instead, Theo lays a hand on the small of your back and the tenseness in your muscles relaxes slightly.

You walk towards the main room of the house where your own branding happened. You see all the most loyal and not presently in Askaban Death Eaters spread around the room, your aunt and cousin anxiously standing close to each other. The sad and scared eyes of Narcissa find yours, but you give no indication of any emotion.

You turn towards your father and give a respectful nod, "my Lord."

He looks pleased to see you. "Ah, my Heir. And I see you brought the young mister Nott with you."

Theo takes a step forwards and gives the Dark Lord a slight bow, his eyes trained on the ground. You notice everyone in the room is either looking at the ground or looking at you. All except you. You stare straight at the face of the man you're cursed to call your father.

It seems that Theo and you were the last ones meant to arrive, as the Dark Lord soon calls for everyone's attention. You zone out his voice and just look around. Except when your cousin walks forwards.

"Today", Voldemort's eery but melodious voice echoes across the room, "will young Draco Malfoy receive the Greatest Gift."

Draco has shrugged off his jacket and his sleeve is rolled up to his elbow. He looks paler than usual, his hair dull. He stares at his arm as the Dark Lord takes it and presses the tip of his wand into his skin.

A suppressed whimper leaves Draco's lips and you tense up. You remember the feeling. How it burned. How violating it felt. A hand grabs yours and weaves your fingers together. You don't dare to look away from the Dark Lord and your cousin, so you give Theo's hand a squeeze. Happy to have something grounding you.

Afterwards, once Draco's Mark is final, there is a meeting. You sit on the left-hand side of the Dark Lord. Luckily, Theo was permitted to join and he is seated next to you.

On the other side, not too far away from you is Bellatrix Lestrange. Her deranged eyes glimmer through her wild hair as she glares at you. Almost in jealousy. Is it... because you're sitting next to the Dark Lord? A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of her being envious of you — her own daughter mind you — for having to sit next to Voldemort.

Like when Draco received his Mark, you zone out. You catch a couple of snippets. Muggles and Death and Bridge. But the nervous shaking of Theo's knee catches your attention.

You go from staring at the wood grain of the table to looking at the boy next to you. He's almost as white as a sheet while he anxiously chews on his bottom lip. The faint colour of blood begins to coat his lip. You grab his hand and bring it over to your lap. You do the same as he has done for you; laced your fingers with his and hold his hand tightly.

The meeting is quickly dismissed with a wave of Voldemort's hand. Most of the Death Eaters evaporate in black smoke, but some stick around. The Dark Lord has disappeared as well and you see Draco slip out and up the stairs.

"I'll be right back, okay? Otherwise, stick around the kitchen, nobody comes there except my aunt", you say to Theo in a whisper before you sneak off after Draco.

But as you round a corner, you stop in your tracks as Bellatrix appears in front of you. She circles you like a predator and you stiffen. She rounds back around before grabbing your chin harshly. Bellatrix moves your face from side to side as her nails dig into your skin.

"You have your father's eyes", is what she says before walking off, bumping her shoulder against yours.

A shuddering breath leaves your lips. The first thing she says to you in sixteen years is that you have his eyes? It almost makes you want to throw up.

You're less shaky by the time you knock on Draco's door and open it. He sits on his bed, clutching the covers. You move to sit next to him and the two of you stay like that in silence.

He has no desire to speak and you don't know what to say.

You glance at the mirror across the room, Draco's sad but blank facial expression reflected towards you. He leans against you and lays his head on your shoulder. Tears threaten to pool out as he stares at you in the mirror.

It's the same look he has in the Great Hall at the start of the school year. He stares blankly before him, his head resting in his hand. His eyes flicker towards you but he quickly looks away.

"He's acting like he has signed a death sentence", you grumble quietly towards Theo. He leans in closer to hear you better. "The bloody git acts like he has murdered someone. Meanwhile, I needed to torture a man for my initiation and I was okay."

Theo scoffs and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "No, you weren't. With all respect, baby, you were a husk. You're still a fraction of the person you once were."

His comment makes you look at Theo. He gives you a matter-of-fact stare and you roll your eyes. You turn back towards Dumbledore's speech but don't focus on it. It's all because of the Gryffindor table.

Hermione, Ron, and Ginny sit together, but no sign of Harry. You scan the room but he's not there. Weird, you thought you saw him on the train as you passed by the compartment he and his friends sat in.

But as soon as desert has started, a bloody-nosed Harry walks in followed by Luna Lovegood. They part and he quickly goes to sit with his friends.

"Are you not eating that?"

Theodore's question pulls you out of your reveries and you look down at the large slice of sticky toffee pudding on your plate. "Not a chance in hell." You quickly pull the plate away from his greedy hands, eat a large chuck and let out an exaggerated groan.

"You're so cruel", he pouts as you playfully ignore him, enjoying your pudding.

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