#the struggle of having straight hair in a curly haired family

[cat-autism-wizard]

imagine casper high goes to a school trip to a museum a few hours out of the amity park and every senior gets paired up with two sophomores. fentons were paired up which is easier for danny if theres a ghost emergency but still unhappy bc pairing up with your genius sister that you are always compared to in a school trip sucks. and whos the second sophomore you may ask, its wes fucking weston.

danny blames the fenton luck for that. none of them are happy with the arrangement other than jazz. jazz heard about wes but never got to meet him and she wants to psychoanalyze him so shes happy.

at the trip the three of them goes to some kind of a shop and as they were paying, the cashier asks jazz if she brought her brother and his friend. she laughs and says yes then the cashier points at wes and compliments him and jazz about how similar they look and jokes about strong genes.

danny was OFFENDED. at first wes was also offended but after seeing how much it bothers danny he decided to play along. the rest of the trip wes acted like jazz was his sister just to piss of danny. which wasnt that hard wes was the youngest of three, he didnt have a sister but had two brothers (easton who was almost five years older and kyle who was just a year older but wouldnt stop shove it in wes' face that he was older) so it wasnt that hard for wes to act like a little brother. after a while he actually enjoyed 'having a sister'. jazz didnt really mind wes but took a mental note to ask about his family to understand him better.

danny was still pissed (and jealous that he was 'sharing' his sister but he would NOT admit this to anyone) but find it oddly fun to pair up with wes (other than the parts where wes acted like jazz was his sister or trying to ask questions about ghosts). wes knew a lot about different things. especially about the ancient greek. he says its bc he likes searching stuff he sees. and for wes even though he would rather DIE to admit he enjoyed danny's company. as much as people way danny was the stupid one in a family of geniuses wes knew it was wrong. the trip proved it to him once again.

danny wouldnt shut up about how some machines worked and ancients forbid when they entered the space part of the museum danny took over all the explanations with too much details. jazz on the other hand could see how much the two boys would get along if they dropped their stupid beef.

jazz listened both of them infodumping about their interest with a smile on her face, sometimes adding her own opinion or the missed little informations or fun fact about them. on some occasions sam and tucker would flee from their own groups to join them and quite enjoyed it. when wes talked about ancient greek sam would join in and when danny talked about mechanics tucker would join in with him.

in the end of the trip jazz bought little souvenirs for both of the boys and for herself. a little matching key chains. they acted like that was cringe and that they would never use it.

a week later jazz saw that little key chain on danny's pencil case. a few days later she also saw it hanging on wes' bag.

[lonaami]

I have really fine, curly hair (basically defaults to tight ringlets) so most times when I wash my hair I gotta twirl pieces round and round just to keep them in shape and not frizz out of my control however…. I have to fan dry them…. feel like if my hair was thicker this would be easier to shape….

[acidsaladd]

coaching my lil brother thru trying something new with his hair as if i know what im doing

[starry-bi-sky]

this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au

Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.

By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.

Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.

Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.

It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.

Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.

He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.

Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.

It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.

Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.

He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.

The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.

They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.

"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"

When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.

By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.

[the-colourful-witch]

~* Narcissa Black *~ The youngest of the Black Sisters. I can't believe she fell in love with Lucius Malfoy (barffff) but here we are.

I drew her very girly. Now, that is my opinion. I think, as a teenager, Narcissa was probably the most vain of her sisters. She cared about clothes, about her appearance. She knew she was pretty and would not shy away from using that to her advantage from time to time. I drew her with curls as well. This, I haven't really seen around much. I think that people have drawn Narcissa with straight hair so much because the actress who portrayed her in the films, Helen McCrory; may she rest in peace, had a straight-hair wig. The same applies to the black and blonde strands, although let us be honest... that style really pops off, damn. I've seen people on TikTok dye their hair like Narcissa Malfoy and I couldn't agree more. It's so badass. Anyway... I drew her with curls because it is a Black family thing. Bellatrix and Andromeda have curls too. Perhaps, later in life, Narcissa found a way to permanently straighten her hair, or she does it every day. The way I see it, her natural hair is curly and I think it looks great on her :) The outfits were a real struggle... I like the middle one, it feels very playful and fashionable. Narcissa gives all the 'youngest sibling' energy. The world definitely revolves around her :) So, yeah, I'm a bit torn about how this turned out, but I'm excited to continue figuring out the Black sisters. It's fun and new for me.

To finish, some outfit sketches. See you next time, people! xxx

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITH for correcting an ethinic student about my hair?

First of all, I say ethnic because i honestly have no idea what their race is. She is a beautiful, dark skined girl with gorgeous curls, but not aftican american skin (Mediterranean maybe?) so saying black felt wrong (if this alone makes me the A-hole tell me in the comments, just trying not to assume things about people.)

Anyway, I (33f) work at a college as a professional aid/assistant. I have naturally aumber/deep red hair. I have Irish, Scottish, and mixed European ancestors. My hair is mixed texture ranging from 2B, 2C, and 3A in different sections (its a hot mess but in a good way okay lol). My hair type comes from my dad's side of the family (he alwayss kept it short) so my mom had no idea how to identify or care for textured hair. I grew up with the standard of wash every day/every other day and brush frequently. Needless to say, my hair was a frizzy mess growing up, and through high school and college I straightened it constantly.

Upon growing into my 30s i realized what my texture really was and educated myself on its care. I now properly care for it (admittedly, at a minimum because I'm lazy). I wash and heavily condition with curly products, minimum rinse, minimum dry, and sleep in a plop. If i feel ambitious i add curl gel or use refresher spry between washes. Thats it, but my waves/curls are beautiful to me and I'm happy.

Enter the student in question (T). After an exam she approached me (i was immediately post wash day so my hair was the most wavy/curly it ever is) and asked to speak to me in private. I thought nothing of it as students often speak to me about their concerns or struggles in classes. T started telling me i am being inappropriate and insensitive for wearing my hair like I do. That it minimizes and appropriates her culture. I was stunned. In told her my hair was naturally like this and she kind of laughed at me, saying it wasn't possible for white people to have hair like mine naturally, and that she knew i had straight hair before (a couple years ago when i was straightening it, i guess?).

I explained my heritage and how i had only recently learned to care for it. I even told her my routine. She called me a liar, and i admit i lectured her after that. I went on about how lots cultures historically had naturally wavy/curly/kinky hair and it was no owned by a single race.

T called me a liar and said i was being insensative to she and her friends. I said sorry but that's just how it goes and i love my hair. She stormed off. The next week after class a group of T's friends came up to me and said i was rude and insensitive to her, and that i needed to be more continuous of their cultural struggles (i won't try to name their race/cultural because they were a diverse group of like 7 ethinic students).

I was not trying to minimize anyones culture, just educate that hair culture can be diverse and doesn't care about skin color. Was that an A-hole move? I mean, i'm paper white and have curly/wavey hair, them saying that its racist to be myseld is actually pretty hurtful to me.

What are these acronyms?

[theleechyskrunkly]

Greet Yuiishi Liranzo! Prefect of the prestigious (rundown) Ramshackle dorm 😼

Basic Personal Info!

Full Name: Yuiishi Esther Liranzo.

Pronouns: He/She/They.

Height: 170 cm or 5’6 feet.

Birthday: June 27th.

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous.

Ethnicity: Hispanic.

Age: 18.

Homeland: Dominican Republic.

Family: Unnamed Mother, Unnamed Stepfather, Unnamed Younger sister (6 y/o), Unnamed older brother (28 y/o), four other unnamed siblings from biological father, three other unnamed step siblings from stepfather.

Voice Claim: Langa Hasegawa (from SK8 The Infinity)

Basic School related info and preferences!

Class/Grade: 1-A/Freshman.

Dorm: Ramshackle (DUH)

Club: Volleyball (yes, fanclub)

Best Subject: Physical Education.

Pet peeves: When people talk over him, getting interrupted, humidity ruining his hair, people insisting he needs therapy.

Hobbies: Daydreaming, drawing, listening to music, hanging out with friends, playing volleyball, gaming.

Likes: Being outside, summer, friends, sweets and pastries, looking pretty, shopping, money, chatting, staring at people.

Dislikes: Rude people, people who can’t take a hint, obnoxious people, alcohol, bullies, his mom, his brother, doing dishes, responsibilities, growing up, needing glasses.

Favorite food: Cheezcak 🤤

Least favorite food: Spinach 🤮

Appearance:

Yuiishi is an average height person standing at 5’6, most of his height being in his legs rather than his torso, making him look short when sitting. He has tanned skin and a few small scars across his arms and legs. He has a beauty mark next to his lip, left side of his face, and two beauty marks next to each other beneath his right eye. He has several piercings on both ears, one on his right eyebrow, and one on his belly button.

He has shoulder length curly hair, which he prefers keeping curly but will sometimes straighten it when he doesn’t feel like struggling to style it. His hair is a dark golden brown that fades into dark auburn and then light auburn at the very tips. His hair easily tangles and if not styled daily will look like a Afro.

He has icy blue eyes that will literally pierce your soul, sometimes on purpose and sometimes not. He tends to space out and scare people by unknowingly staring at them really hard. He also has very small pupils so he’s straight up scary sometimes.

He has a sleeper build, meaning he looks a lot less muscly than he actually is. He has a lean stomach muscles and if he flexes his arms you can very clearly see his muscles. He’s also very flexible and athletic, which explains his build. He also has a Medusa tattoo on his lower back (which he got without his parents permission)

Personality!

This guy is kind of complicated. He is a huge extrovert but has a very prominent resting bitch face, so people assume he’s just not interested in conversation. And, maybe he isn’t. Highly depends on his mood, which is never clear because, again, resting bitch face.

He’s an anxious extrovert, which means you often have to approach him first to actually get him talking. Once you’ve approached, he’s all chatter. But that doesn’t mean he’s very open about himself. For him to trust you for real? It takes at least two years minimum. He’s very distrustful but also very lonely, so he doesn’t want to be alone just because he can’t trust people.

he’s perspective and a great empath, great with words even if he doesn’t know the experience first hand. A very reliable guy when you need someone to talk to about your worries! Easy to get along with and very unlikely to get mad at someone, unless you cross his boundaries, which aren’t clear even to him.

He’s hard to intimidate but also very easy to startle. He tends to flinch at the slightest of movements and feels like he’s constantly being watched at all times, which is why you’ll usually find him anxiously looking around as if he’s on guard.

He tends to disassociate easily and has a hard time coming back into focus. Usually will stop breathing if he disassociates for too long, which has caused him to come too close to death too many times.

He’s an argumentative fella and will defend his point to the end. Is also very defensive of his friends and tends to be an enabler because of that, but that doesn’t mean he lets himself be manipulated. He knows how to pick his friends and will pick them wisely.

Fun facts!

•Yuiishi is polyamorous! But single 😔

•They like painting their nails, but don’t often wear makeup.

•They have ADHD.

•Yuiishi tends to hear and see things that others can’t, which makes it hard for them to tell what’s real and what’s not.

•They show schizophrenic behaviors but are not diagnosed.

•Very physically affectionate with almost everyone. Will often give kisses and be very touchy.

•Doesn’t understand the concept of personal space.

•They will never breach someone’s boundaries. If they do, they’ll apologize profusely and probably beat themselves up about it.

•Hates wearing glasses. Thinks they make him look ugly.

•Doesn’t think clothes should be gendered.

•Very insecure about the color of his knees and body hair.

•Doesn’t have dreams, like at all. If they do dream, they turn into nightmares about his mom.

•Doesn’t eat much in order to watch their body figure.

And thus… the Yuusona was born‼️

Tag list: @thehollowwriter @elenauaurs @tixdixl @distant-velleity @cyanide-latte @lumdays (ask to be added or removed from tag list)

[sharpmidnight]

In the beginning, I really like how Luz's hair was becoming more curly and I thought it was cute. When I saw Camila's hair later on I no it was different and I didn't see how. Like it seems different but I thought her hair just grew longer and that's it.

It wasn't until someone mentioned that there is a straightener in Camila's trash and it made me think now

They are supposed to have curly hair apparently and Camilia straighten hers and Luz must not have been long enough to be that curly.

Now, here's where im going at. What other character looked like had statight hair but is actually curly?

Lilith.

My theory is that I feel like they had to straighten their hair to fit in. Let me explain.

Curly hair might be considered wild or untamed but it's just how it looks but straight is consider more professional.

This goes with Liltith trying to be more professional and trying to avoid the "wild" hair unlike her Wild Witch sister, Eda.

Until she got out of the coven and let her hair be curly as she is free now so she doenst have to worry about appearances anymore.

Now with Luz. This goes with how younger Luz and how other people viewed her a wild and chaotic. And Camila defends her, but notice how her hair is also curly still.

It wasn't until they are older, their hair is straighten.

I feel like this was Camilia's way to make both of them trying to fit in as the oddball family in their town but still failing. And I say that because Camila must have been almost like Luz because in her dream, the principal litteraly said that she also struggled with school and it sounds like she didnt have any friends and was bullied. The principle even leans on the fact to make Luz normal to guilt Camilia for she's not like her.

Also the way when she reacted to when Gus mentioned Cosmic Frontier for his and Hunter's costumes. Like it was her secret collection from a young age and it looks a lot like the stuff Luz has.

I feel like now that Luz is back and with her friends, and Camilia learning more about them and her daughter, they can start going back to how they are supposed to be.

The fact that Camilia is putting so much effort to Luz and her friends for trying to figure out what food they might like, buying them clothes, the fact that there is Parenting LGBTQ book in the same panel as the straightener in the trash, and her support of Luz returning to the demon realm after watching Luz's videos.

Now she's trying not to help Luz fit in, but support Luz for different reasons now.

I hope this makes sense.

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 12.

[Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used. Threesomes but again NO Twincest. Cormac Mclaggen, because he needs his own warning. Not beta-read nor spell checked, we die like Sirius ❤️

The final chapter 🤍

Monday morning came too quickly, you thought, as you gathered your usual potions books and went down to breakfast with your friends, meeting Hermione down in the common room so you could go together. Last night was the first night you'd spent alone all week and you struggled to sleep without the two familiar bodies beside you, tossing and turning for most of the night struggling to get comfy.

They weren't at breakfast that morning and Ron, digging into his third course of breakfast had let you know that they were doing an early morning quidditch practice with the whole team to make up for the lost week, hence half of your group being missing at breakfast.

You made your way to the potions classroom alone having missed Katie in the hall, stopping briefly as you stepped off of the stairs hearing your name called out. It was Cormac Mclaggen, sprinting down the stairs to catch up with you. You inwardly groaned, not prepared for his ego this early in the morning. Truth was he was always pleasant to you but you found his company boring and stifling, the conversation never quite drifting away from him.

"Y/n! You walk fast," he says as he descends down the stairs in a hurry, trying to catch up with you.

"How was your week? I was hunting Nogtails in Norfolk with my uncle Tiberius and Rufus Scrimgeour, you know the head of the Auror Office? Myself and Bertie, Higgs, our family friend, caught two on our first day alone," he says smugly, completely overriding his question as he walked in step with you towards Snape's classroom. You bummed out a vague reply, trying to subtly walk quicker to decrease the amount of time you'd need to spend with him, cursing the distance between the staircase and the classroom.

"It's so odd to see you away from those Weasley boys, you're quite a package deal aren't you, I didn't see them at breakfast either," he muses.

"They had quidditch practice this morning, Angelina's trying to make up for the lack of practice sessions last week," you mumbled unenthusiastically, trying to be polite but not enthused.

"Such a shame I wasn't able to try out again this year, Davis bet me to eat a pound of poisonous doxy eggs and I spent the week in the infirmary, though I'm sure you're aware. It was the talk of the school that week," he says with a tone of pride, making you want to gag.

You hardly turned to him but felt him look towards you as you neared the classroom. He suddenly reached out to touch your shoulder and stopped you just before you crossed the threshold to the potions corridor.

"So I was wondering," he says, pushing back his curly hair in a move that you were sure he'd practiced countless times in front of the mirror, "we've never talked that much and it's quite honestly a shame, I'd like to get to know you a little better," he smiles, perfectly straight and shiny white teeth glinting at you as he leans against the wall in front of you, blocking the classroom with his arm. "How would you like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend? We could get to know each other better over a butterbeer or two, my treat of course."

You could have thrown up in your mouth at the very thought, even without the smug and smarmy look on his face as he asked. You didn't even remotely know how to respond to his offer, wanting to shoot him down immediately but still remain civil enough.

Luckily for you, that decision was taken out of your hands as Professor Snape burst out of his office at precisely the right time.

"I suggest you don't linger in doorways Mclaggen, your prospects in this class might be acutely inadequate but to prevent a prosperous student from acquiring her education might be the most shallow and egregious thing you've done thus far," he grumbles as he barges past, his gaze fixed upon Mclaggen's arm as it blocks your entry to his classroom. Snape gestures briefly for you to walk ahead of him as soon as Cormac drops his arm and he follows behind you as you enter the classroom, leaving Cormac standing out in the corridor with his mouth agape.

Snape stalks over to the front of the classroom, swishing his wand to close the shutters on the windows, leaving only the large window at the front of the class to light the room.

"Today's class will be a continuation of our last session, I pray one week away has not melted your tiny brains and that some information was retained," he says as he scribbles on the chalkboard, writing 'Amortentia' in his beautiful, decorative script.

"Last week miss y/l/n brewed a perfect draft of Amortentia and I would like for you all to try and replicate this impressive feat," he says, gesturing towards a small vial of potion in his hand, a sample of your potion from last week. "You may work in partners, I dare say the probability of success should be increased but I have yet to see such things."

Chatter begins to spread throughout the classroom as people link up and you're name is called out more than a few times as people hope to partner up with you.

"Miss y/l/n shall be working alone, her accomplishments will not be diminished by an idle participant. The recipe and method are listed in your textbooks, page 634, the ingredients have been placed by your benches, I expect a better turn out than last week."

He moves to stand beside your bench and you look up at him expectedly, not yet starting your preparations for brewing the love potion.

"Would you stop by my office after class?"

"Yes sir," you reply politely, confused by his request but not dwelling on it as you gather ingredients. He nods and walks away with a flourish of his cape, already calling out students for not using the proper method.

Your nerves consumed you, not of brewing the potion again but of the result. Having spent the week with the Weasley's, you were more conflicted than ever about who you truly loved, finding no resolution to your conflict. The night you'd all spent together had only further added to your confusion, finding that it felt right and without conflict and there had been no awkwardness or regret from any of you the next morning.

You set to brewing the potion, the same way you had the previous week though this time you paid meticulous attention to the heat, ensuring that it didn't boil over again, even for a moment. You still weren't convinced that you'd brewed it correctly, despite Snape's claims, knowing that the changing smells must have been a fault.

You caught sight of Cormac in the corner who was already looking at you, wiggling his eyebrows as he looked at you brewing love potion. You thought for a brief second you'd need a second cauldron to vomit into but you didn't humour him and just turned your attention back to your potion.

Once you'd added all of your ingredients, you turned off the flame below and allowed it to sit on the residual heat just as you had before, this time watching as each bubble popped to the surface, keeping a fixed eye upon the steady effervescence.

The moonstone powder circulated in the elixir and began to shine in a pearlescent swirl, signs that it was already coming together. When the steam above the cauldron began to twist and change, forming long spirals, you knew you'd done it once again.

Snape was on hand immediately, apparently carefully overseeing your creation and stepped forward to once again place a lilyfig leaf into the mixture. He let out a small, clipped smile as the leaf disintegrated before your eyes, eroding in the liquid until it had disappeared entirely. Snape looked up towards you with a look you couldn't place, holding your gaze for just a moment before announcing to the glass that you had once again drafted a quíntese example of what Amortentia should be.

"20 points to Gryffindor," he says, looking up at you as you break out into a thankful but bashful smile. The Gryffindor's in the room all cheer excitedly at your collection of house points, shouting out your name and hollering until Snape puts an end to the ruckus. He then nods once towards you and moves away, tending to other cauldrons that seem to be on the verge of boiling over or worse.

It was now or never. You looked at the potion before you, entranced by the spiralling steam and stepped closer, ready to discover for the second time who you would smell. You tried to clear your mind, not to think of either twin as to not cloud your judgment and stepped forward, preparing to smell either Dandelion and Burdock or Pumpkin Spice.

When neither came, you frowned, looking down at the potion that seemed to be correct but wasn't emitting anything you recognised, until it hit you.

The smell of the ground after it had rained.

It had always been one of your favourite smells in the world, only right now there was a very specific memory attached to that scent, the particular smell of dried grass mixing in with it that made you certain where the scent originated.

The morning after your threesome with the twins.

You began to stir, slowly rising out of your dreams as wakefulness overcomes you, quickly realising that you were lay in bed between both twins who were still sleeping soundly either side of you. You stretched out your legs and winced a little at the soreness between your legs but couldn't help but bloom into a smile at the thought of the previous night, of being loved by both of them, together. The ache between your legs served as a reminder or a souvenir you could say of the wonderful night.

Not wanting to disturb them, you lay in bed and looked out of the window, seeing the warm hues of dawn outside, the rain no longer falling as the sun bloomed over the hilltops.

"G'morning princess," Fred says sleepily from behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulls you closer to him and cuddles you.

"Morning handsome," you whisper as you smile, not wanting to wake George just yet as you snuggle into him, feeling him press gentle kisses to any area exposed to him.

"It's stopped raining," you say absently as you feel him stretch out his long legs behind you. He hums in reply, too focused on you. You see George begin to stir in front of you and even in his sleep he reaches out for you, arm extending to drop around your waist. You reach over, shifting in Fred's hold but not pulling away, to press a little kiss to the tip of George's nose, seeing him do a little scrunch off his nose and then a little blissful smile as he begins to wake.

His eyes flutter open and he smiles sleepily as he sees you, his hand reaching to stroke your waist as he wakes up.

"Morning angel," he says quietly, his voice still deep and rusty from sleep, making your heart skip.

"Morning Georgie," you smile, reaching out for him too, placing your hand on his chest.

You all lay cuddling for a little while, just enjoying the slowness and stillness of the peaceful morning before George gets up to open the window, feeling a little warm from the body heat.

"It's stopped raining," he points out, climbing back into the comfy bed and making you smile at the similar comment you made earlier. Immediately the smell of the ground after the rain drifts in through the window and takes over your senses completely, wrapping you in an extra layer of comfort and peace as you lie there between your loves.

The scent suddenly changes and pulls you out of your little daydream, the strong scent wrapping around you like a warm blanket as you smell familiar whizzbang smoke, so identifiable in its undertones that you can't help but smile. The musky, burnt smell is instantly recognisable as it mixes with a lingering sweetness that cannot be confused with anything else.

The scent then changes abruptly to something you couldn't place. It was unlike anything you'd ever smelt, an array of scents mixed together so perfectly that the individual notes were indecipherable. Almost like a smoky incense with sweet notes and something clean, a warmth to the scent that seemed to ignite something in you that you couldn't explain. You frowned, not knowing what it was but it was undeniable that it made you think of both Fred and George, like a perfect blend of the two.

It was both. You loved them both.

Tears brimmed at your eyes as you stood looking down into the shining liquid but this time they were tears of pure happiness and elation. You no longer felt any guilt or shame at your feelings, knowing that it was unequivocally equal.

But then the weight of guilt and pain overwhelmed you again, knowing that now you would never be able to choose between them.

Class finished rather uneventfully and you couldn't help but thank Professor Snape for asking you to stick around and visit his office afterwards, having seen Cormac waiting for you in the corridor.

"Run along McLaggen," Snape says as he ushers you out the classroom towards his office, hardly casting a glance to Cormac as he glided past him. You followed diligently as you rounded the corridor towards the heavy wooden door at the end; the potion master's office. You'd only been in Snape's office once before, on account of Fred and George's antics. You were all reprimanded and given detention, though you were only guilt by association that time.

You stepped into the dark, cellar-like room and gazed around at the dark wooden shelves littered with multiple glass jars that spanned the entirety on the room, the circular desk in the center being the focal point of the entire room. Snape moves to stand behind the desk, offering you a seat in one of the plush leather chairs as he shifts a pile of exercise books and essay parchments that you assumed he had been marking.

"Professor Mcgonagall has told me that you have a meeting with her tomorrow in regards to your career prospectives," he says, taking a seat at his chair.

"Yes sir," you confirm, nodding slightly as he pulls out a pile of papers.

"And you are intending to carry on with Potions at NEWT level?"

"Yes sir," you nod again, a little confused by Snape's questions. "I got outstanding in my OWLs, I understood that was the criteria?"

"Yes," he says absently, "and do you wish to carry out a career in brewing?"

"I'm not sure sir, I enjoy it and I seem to be proficient enough," you say, trying not to sound clueless, not quite wanting to admit that you didn't have a plan for your future.

"Well quite," he interjects, attentively listening to your answer. A smile flashes briefly on your face at his conversational addition before you continue speaking.

"I just don't quite know what I want," you answer honestly, the irony of your words not lost on you as you consider that you were just as indecisive in all elements of your life.

He hums out a vague reply as he considers your words before leaning forward on the desk, hands crossed as he speaks directly to you.

"Have you not considered applying for prefect status?" His words surprise you and you can do nothing but shake your head, not wanting to voice your honest truth that it would conflict too much with your personal life, knowing that you'd have to either turn a blind eye to your boyfriend's antics or repeatedly get them in trouble.

"The reason I ask, is that a position will be available at the start of next term as potion master's assistant," he explains, "it would entail preparing ingredients, organising the stores, including my own, ordering, inventory and various necessary admin. I'd like to firstly offer the position to you." Your eyebrows shoot you into your head at his words, astounded by his offer. "You've proven time and time again how proficient you are and I dare say you would be the only student in the school worthy of the title."

You open your mouth to reply but nothing comes out, still in a state of shock at his offer, trying once again not to blush at his praise.

"I'll require an answer by the end of the week, after that the role will be offered to other students," he adds, "please consider my offer, it will serve you well in the future, even if your chosen path is not amongst this craft."

"Thank you professor," you say, finally managing to get the words out. "It's an honour to be chosen, I'll consider it," you smile, feeling a little overwhelmed. He nods with soft eyes, pleased by your reply. A moment passes as you wait to be dismissed and he gestures to the door, allowing you to leave. You gather your books and smile up at him about to exit when you turn back, "Professor, thank you for the book recommendation the other day, it's certainly much better than Jigger's Opuscule," you laughed, walking out of the office before closing the door and walking up the stairs to the great hall.

You were mightily thankful that Cormac had taken Snape's advice and had disappeared by the time you exited the dungeons. You made your way to the great hall ready for lunch after your double lesson and meeting with Snape.

You were a little nervous at seeing the twins since your discovery in potions and the role offer that followed, realising on your walk that you had so much to discuss with them.

Everyone was already gathered around the dining table at you walked into the hall, already tucking in to their lunches, Ron with particular vigour as usual. George looked up first, seeing you approach and gave you a sweet smile as he shifted down on the bench, making more room between himself and Fred. As George shifted, Fred looked up and smiled at you, also making room between the pair, though in a much blunter sense as he ordered Neville to scoot up, shoving his plate away for him.

You greeted everyone as you took your place and immediately felt two hands on each of your thighs, one from each twin underneath the table. George's stayed a little more PG over your skirts whereas Fred hand slipped under the fabric, caressing your bare leg just about your knee.

"Here she is," Cormac said, standing behind Ginny who was seated across from you. You immediately tensed upon hearing his voice, knowing that whatever slipped from his mouth would antagonise the twins.

"McLaggen," you greeted unenthusiastically, almost sighing at you reached for a piece of chicken, your gaze hardly meeting his, praying he'd go away.

"You never gave me an answer you know," he says flirting with a wiggle of his eyebrows and you immediately feel both twins beside you tense, Fred's hand inadvertently gripping your thighs just a little tighter. George straightened in his seat, as if making himself taller and more alert, no doubt fixing Mclaggen with a harsh stare. "Those house points you received have only upped my offer. Snape may have let you escape this time but I'll be waiting." He winks and walks away and you have to hold back a shudder at the thought. How long had he stood practising that line?

"Um what was that about?" Ron said, briefly pausing his feasting to look at you with a confused face.

"She got 20 points again in class!" Katie said excitedly from the other side of Neville, and the response was mixed amongst your group. Ginny, Harry, Neville and Hermione all celebrated your little win, telling you well done as they smiled at the little victory. Ron looked confused as ever, still frowning as George and Fred beside you looked tense and quite frankly, pissed off.

"Not that," Fred spat out, turning to look at you harshly.

You sighed, feeling your good mood slipping further and further away.

"Cormac asked me out," you said with a shrug, focusing your attention on picking at your chicken leg so you didn't have to look at anyone, "Snape burst in before I could tell him no."

"Why would you tell him no?" Hermione asks outraged and you can't help but shoot your gaze up to her at her sudden outburst, seeing her turn bright red as she realises she'd said that out loud. "Well he's not exactly bad looking, as Trolls and things go and his father's rather high up in the ministry," she mumbles, trying to dig herself out of a hole.

You snort at her words and place down the chicken you'd still yet to eat, "well if that's the new requirements for a boyfriend then Malfoy better watch out," you joke, trying to break the tension. "Personally I'd like more than not a troll and a rich daddy."

"Oh yeah, like what?" George says, seemingly less pissed off than his identical brother who still seemed tense and frustrated. You shoot him a little look as if to say what the hell and he merely smirks down at you, knowing exactly what he's doing.

"Aww Georgie, sad I didn't describe you?" You tease, trying to act as just friends in front of everyone. "You want me to say tall, ginger and funny so you can sleep tonight?"

Everyone around the table laughs, unaware of the deeper meaning to your words.

"Shove off," he replies without any conviction, playing his role perfectly as he shoots you a subtle wink. Fred seems to have defrosted slightly but still seems a little more uptight than usual and so you knew you had to pull out the big guns. "You wish," he adds with a knowing smirk.

"I was actually talking about Fred," you joke, nudging the other brother who suddenly smiled a little dopey smile and you felt his hand un-tense around your leg as he stroked his thumb over your skin softly.

"I am better looking than you," he smirks as his brother who simply rolls his eyes and you're glad to see that the tension had finally slipped away.

"So how come you were so late?" Ginny asks, putting down her knife and fork before reaching for her goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Oh," you said, "Snape called me into his office."

The twins immediately 'oooh' as everyone looks at you surprised, thinking the worst.

"What did you do? Blow up a cauldron?" Fred jokes.

"Relabel the Lacewing flies?" George adds.

"Talk in class?" Fred.

"Late?" George.

"Skirt too short?" Fred smirks.

"No," you huff before turning your head straight to Fred, realising his words, "what's wrong with my skirt?" You ask.

"Literally nothing," he flirts and you roll your eyes, elbowing his arm as George chuckles.

"He asked me to be potion master's assistant next term," you explain, finally taking a bite out of your lunch. Everyone goes silent, looking surprised at you.

"That's unheard of!" Hermione says, a little too loudly. "No sixth year has ever been an assistant! It's like a first year getting head girl!"

You don't know what to say and simply shrug, turning back to your lunch.

"Well done princess," you hear Fred say as he leans into you subtly, making you blush. George's hand creeps up your back to stroke at your hip and you turn to look at him to see a sweet smile that conveys his own congratulations.

"You must take it!" Hermione says, pressing the matter. "You'd surely be the youngest Head's assistant in history!"

"I'm thinking about it," you reply with a nod, trying to tune out the rest of the conversation, hoping it shifts to something else. Eventually it does and you take the opportunity to lean over to Fred, whispering in his ear.

"Are you free later?" You ask and he looks up at you with a nod, eyes washing over your face, towards your lips before flicking back up to meet your gaze, trying to figure out your intentions.

"Black lake after hours?" You ask, raising your eyebrow teasingly at him and you can see the initial surprise in his eyes before he nods, a little too enthusiastically which makes you smile. He subtly nods to his twin who is deep in conversation with Angelina about something quidditch you didn't understand and you shake your head at his nonverbal question, trying to convey that you wanted him alone. His smile widens just slightly as his hand squeezes your thigh again before you both turn back to the larger group, hoping nobody saw your little exchange.

You'd managed to borrow the Marauders map from Harry for your little jaunt, knowing that it would be tricky to sneak all the way out without a lookout and you didn't trust yourself to be alert enough around Fred. You met Fred in the common room and began to sneak around the corridors, avoiding Filch and prefects until you were stood in front of the statue of Gregory the Smarmy, shifting around it with great precision until you slipped into the little passageway beneath that lead out onto the grounds surrounding the school, close to the lake.

"So princess," Fred says as you walk out towards the lake, taking your hand in his, "Is there a reason for this or did you just miss me?"

"Both," you admitted, pulling him closer to you by your entwined hands, feeling elated at getting to spend time with him as your boyfriend, away from everyone else.

You made your way to the bank and sat down on the rocks, looking out at the calm, moonlit water. Your nerves were starting to get the better of you as you looked at Fred, seeing the moonlight framing his face beautifully, illuminating his sparkling eyes and highlighting his strong features.

"I wanted to talk, about everything, away from George," you said, breaking the silence. Fred turns to you with hesitation in his eyes, feeling the foreboding sense of pain. "I'm going to just speak openly about what I need you to know and I just want you to listen okay, otherwise I'll never get through this and please no teasing, it's hard enough to admit without that." He nods silently, showing that he's listening.

You stand, pacing a little already as you fight to get the words out with Fred still seated watching your every move.

"It's always been you. You have been my best friend since practically my first day here. It was you that always gave me butterflies and your name I used to scribble in my little notebooks, you I'd focus on during Quidditch games and cheer the loudest for. I can't remember a time that I didn't fancy you, even as a first year before I really knew what it meant to like someone, I always felt some extra kind of pull towards you. Then you started growing your hair out and I thought I was going to die from being so attracted to you, like every time you looked at me I thought I might faint. And then the flirting started and the little touches and then that night at the pond at your house happened, when you and George told me how you felt and since then I've been a mess. I never intended to fall for George, it just happened so naturally and so quickly that I feel like I'm still dizzy from it," you pause, taking a long breath as you suddenly stop pacing.

A sudden rush makes you jump as Fred moves to stand directly in front of you.

"You said 'fall for George', you love him?" He asks, towering over you. You nod, trying to be brave under his imploring eyes.

"Do you love me?" He asks, his vulnerability showing as his slightly sad eyes look into yours. You nod again and are suddenly swept into a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs, his hand cradling your chin as he pulls you deeper and deeper in. When you pull apart, Fred rests his lips on your forehead, the height different allowing him to tuck you into his body, chin resting on your head as he holds you.

"I love you," you say, pulling away slightly so that you can look up at him, seeing an infectious smile blooming across his face.

"Princess, I've loved you for a very long time," he says, still smiling as he leans down to give you another passionate kiss.

"But, George," he says after a moment, pulling away to look at you with a mixture of emotions you can't identify. A figure in the near distance makes you smile as you spot them walking towards you with perfect timing.

"Evening," George says as he approaches you both, handing you the marauders map that you'd agreed to 'drop' in the hidden passageway beneath Gregory the Smarmy, allowing George to join you. Fred looks at you both and chuckles, thankfully seeing the funny side of your little plan.

"You knew?" He asks his twin, playfully shoving him as George nods with a little chuckle.

"She caught me earlier, snook away from Charms during our free period," George explains before he reaches out and kisses your head, taking a seat on the rocks, joined by his twin a moment later as they look up at you.

"Same rules, please just let me get this all out first," you say, continuing your little speech. "You both know as much as the other right now and if I stop I won't be able to start again." They nod, muttering some kind of verbal acknowledgment as George waves his hand, urging you to continue.

You take a deep breath and start again, trying to calm your nerves and pluck up some form of confidence.

"Something happened before the break, in Potions," you explained, finally telling them the whole story. "You asked me what I smelled that day brewing the Amortentia and I never told you because I thought I'd made a faulty batch." You sighed, turning to look at them, seeing the confused looks on their faces, a tense sadness lingering as they waited to hear what you were going to say, who you were going to chose.

"I smelt dandelion and burdock, then toasted marshmallows and then whizzbang smoke," you admitted, adding quickly as you looked towards George, "but then Snape came over and distracted me, my potion started bubbling so I ran over and turned it off the heat but when I went back to it, it didn't smell the same. It was pumpkin spice, your jumper and whizzbang smoke."

You looked away from them again, trying to force out the last part of your little speech.

"I know you both want me to choose and believe me I've tried, I've desperately tried, but I can't, I can't choose when I love you both. This morning in potions, we brewed Armortentia again and this time it was different, it wasn't either of you it was both, mixed together. The smell after the rain, whizzbang smoke and... something else I can't place like a complete mixture of you two? It's hard to explain, it's warm and sweet but clean and faintly smoky, I don't know what it is but it's definitely you."

You started pacing again. "You're going to leave after this year and I still have my last year to do, Snape wants me to be his assistant, you're going to go off and starting the shop and I'm going to be left behind and I'm worried about that. I can't chose between you and I'm going to lose you both just because I stupidly fell in love with both of you, you can't wait forever and you'll find someone else and I can't be without either of you."

They both stand in unison, moving towards you, causing you to stop rambling.

"We'll not be at school, but we'll always wait for you," Fred says reaching out for you.

"We want a future with you, regardless of what or who you decide or even if you don't, we'll be here," George adds, taking your hand. Tears form in your eyes as you finally disclose everything you've been feeling.

"Y/n," Fred says, pulling your attention back to him, his tone serious as he uses your full name, "I've liked you ever since you sat down at the table after you were sorted into Gryffindor and I've loved you almost as long as that, every single day I love you more," he says, looking directly at you, "truthfully, I'd have been broken if you chose George but I'd have respected your decision and let you both be happy."

"And for me, exactly the same. I've loved you just as long but I accepted that it was Fred you liked, always secretly hoping you'd look at me the way you did him. But then you did and every day since I've felt like the luckiest wizard alive," George says, wiping at your eyes as a tear falls down your cheek. "This whole thing started because we both wanted to be with you and we wanted to both have a chance at loving you, that hasn't changed," he adds. Fred nods along with his brother's words.

"We knew how hard it would be for you to choose but we didn't anticipate how hard it would be for either of us to let go," Fred says, linking his hand with yours so that they were both holding one of your hands. "And then our feelings got deeper and we sensed that yours did too." You nodded along with him, agreeing with his words.

"Angel," George says, pulling your attention to him, "I don't know how it's going to work, but we'll make it work because it's us," he says, "we create our own future, remember? That night on the balcony, you told me how proud you were of us, defying conventions and other's opinions, of knowing what we want?" You nodded along again, remembering the conversation clearly. "We want you. So we defy expectations and ignore opinions. I told you I'd keep you forever if I could and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

"Me too, I might add," Fred says with a cheeky smile.

"I love you both, so much," you say, looking between them.

"I love you," George says, moving to kiss you, pulling you in to his chest. You then turn to Fred who smirks as he walks over.

"I love you too," he says, grinning as he leans down to kiss you deeply. "More, I might add," he whispers as you pull away, earning a swift kick to the shin by his twin.

After that night, you made it official with the twins, no longer having to hide your relationship from your friends and peers. You'd expected people to be more shocked and less amenable than they were but as soon as the initial gossip had circulated, you found that almost everyone was accepting of your unconventional relationship. Molly and Arthur had been surprised to say the least but they had quickly come around to the idea and had been as warm and welcoming as ever, especially excited at the prospect of you being their future daughter in law, which was brought up often.

Time passed quickly during the twins' last year as you spent your time preparing for your NEWTS, spending time with your friends and boyfriends, cheering at quidditch games and being Potion Master's assistant, the role you'd accepted only a day after Snape's offer.

You still didn't have a set plan for your future, all you knew was that Fred and George would be a prominent and continuous fixture within it, the two men you loved.

{Flash forward}

It was early in the morning on a sunny April Saturday when you walked down Diagon Alley, three takeaway teas in hand from the cafe around the corner as you strolled towards the brightest shop in the street, both in colour and innovation.

93 Diagon Alley was a beacon of light in the otherwise dull street, the other stores not holding a candle to it's vibrancy. You'd been given a special leave for the weekend, signed off by both your father and your 'boss' the potion master, under the guise that you would be collecting orders for the school's potion stores. In honesty, you were here for the grand opening of your boyfriends' shop, finally getting to see it in person for the first time after months of planning and designing with them.

You beamed with a smile as you spotted the humongous figurehead of your boyfriends' likeness in the front window, enchanted to repeatedly remove  and then restore the top hat, revealing a rabbit underneath the hat. Above the shop was the flat where your boyfriends had moved in to after leaving the burrow, the same flat you planned to move into with them once school was over.

Your smile only increased when you spotted two very familiar faces waiting by the front door to the shop, already dressed for the day in their three piece suits which were not identical in colour but were matching in every other sense. You walked quickly over the cobbles as you felt the cardboard carrying tray and the teas levitate out of your hand; seeing George flourishing his wand so that they didn't spill as you began racing towards them after not seeing them for nearly two weeks. You ran straight into Fred's waiting arms as George placed the teas beside you, waiting his turn with you.

Fred pulled you immediately into a passionate kiss, his left arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you to his body whilst his right hand crept to his favourite spot on your jaw.

As you pulled apart, George pulled you towards him by your hand and immediately kissed you with as much passion as Fred, his arms caging you in his hold.

"I'm so excited! It looks so amazing, I'm already so proud of you both!" You beamed excitedly, ready to be the first official customer inside the doors of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

They both beamed in pure elation as Fred unlocked the door with his wand, casting some form of enchantment they used as the door opened wide, showcasing the mind blowing interior, stocked to the high heavens with all their amazing creations. Fred stepped aside, ushering you to step through first as they moved to walk behind you, carefully watching your face as you entered their pride and joy.

As you stepped through the threshold of the store, your breath caught in your throat as two things overwhelmed you simultaneously. Firstly, the sheer pride and amazement at the store in its entirety, so beautifully created to be the physical embodiment of everything Fred and George stood for. The shop was warm, fun, playful and eccentric, their life's creations displayed over five inviting and magical floors, filled to the brim with joy.

The second thing that rendered you entirely breathless was the smell. Clean, warm, sweet and smoky, all mixed together to create the perfect scent of your boyfriends. You couldn't stop the tears that ran down your face in pure happiness as you were finally able to place the scent that had plagued you everyday since you brewed the second draft of Amortentia. You laughed out loud in sheer delight at the absurdity of it all, the final piece connecting to perfect the puzzle of your life.

"The smell," you explained, turning to the twins who were watching you with slight concern at your reaction, seeing tears falling down your face. "This was the third scent of the love potion, the one I could never explain. It was both of you, it was always both of you."

Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to read, like, comment and reblog my work! I’ve enjoyed every second of writing this series and hope to add more to their love story in the future 🖤✨

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Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara X Cheated on!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: 18+, heavy themes as su1c1de, depress1on , anx1ety, parano1a and intrusive thoughts, heavy angst , fluff , light smut.

Summary: After saving you from drowning, Miguel, on your own request, brings you away to your disastrous wedding. Concerned about your health, he brings you to his home, where you share intimate moment.

Author's note at the end

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"Oh! Congratulations!".

Miguel turns his head over his shoulder: he sees his neighbour smiling and making gestures as to say 'you lucky bastard'. Miguel clearly bothered replie-

"Thank you! See how pretty my wife is?" You reply to him sarcastically with a smirk. Miguel looks at you with wide eyes,surprised and annoyed. He carries you to his door before you could continue this shitshow of discussion.

He closes the door behind him with a foot and places you on the couch. He goes straight to another room and then comes back with a long sleeve hoodie and short pants.

"take them , change yourself , wait here and call me when you have finished... Do you like black tea?"

you nod to him and he leaves again. You change yourself with struggle , still feeling exhausted from everything. You stare at the walls and the ceiling: his house is pretty minimalistic; only a few decorations adorned the walls , photos of unknown people , smiling with him... Smiling? Someone could make him smile? God you wanted so badly to know them,like their relationships are fake or just yours are messed up... One in particular catches your attention: him and a child... He is a father?! They were so adorable together to the point you felt your heart melting. You take the picture in your hands and watch it carefully: they were both smiling; Miguel had a little stain of vanilla on his nose , clearly made by his daughter who held a cupcake; she was so cute, she looked like him, curly hairs and brown eyes... So he IS a father... He has a daughter...He has a fiancee... Your heart becomes heavy at this thoughts.

You start searching frenetically with your eyesight for a photo in which there could be a woman of his age

Who is she? God I bet she is so beautiful and charming. Do they get along? Maybe it's not his daughter it's his nephew?

Scanning in the room you see a lot of photos of a boy who you recognise as his brother since there are a lot of photos since childhood.

Even his brother looks wonderful. They are so happy. He has such a lovely family. Why did I meet his friend instead of him? Maybe I could have been the one in these photos! Maybe he would have loved me and cared. Why is it not me? Now he can only hate me: I left my wedding, left all the people in my life without saying anything to them, I am no more good than my husband.

I want him all for my self. It's just because he did something morally resonate? It's just because I felt important? This is so stupid! I AM SO STUPID! Why I'm think about this stuff! Calm down!!! Are those even my thoughts?! I hate mysel-

"Hey! Y/N are you okay?"

you snap out of your thoughts " yes a moment" you quickly change yourself and put the picture back to its place.

God... You can smell his scent : it's a mixture of wet wood and husky whiskey.

You called him and he comes back to you handling you a cup of tea. You thank him as you take the cup in your hands and start sipping it. He sits near you on the couch, leaning his back , stretching, a sighs leaves his mouth, he passes an hand in his disheveled hair , closing his eyes in pleasure. You scan him stunned.

" enjoying ?" He looks at you with the end of his eyes. You blush finally regaining color and warmth.

"the tea"

Oh...

You nod taking another sip. Your eyes still looked at each other

"How do you feel muñeca? Why did you do this?"

You break the stare. Your emotions are pooling again in your chest. "what...what does muNEca mean?"

Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in frustration , then his face comes to watch you becoming more tendern

"I understand you don't wanna talk about it , but you see , you are at MY home and tomorrow you will have to face the consequences of your actions, if you talk to me about why all of this happened , I can help you to figure out a solution".

" you don't have to do any of this" your warmth leaving your face. "You could have left me there... dyi-

"drowning?!" He sighs . " Why do you treat yourself like this?! Have some respect for you , also for me I helped you and I am happy to have done this , but you should help me too , no?"

"you didn't help me , you only did for yourself to feel better and meet your moral standards"

Miguel eyes widened. He couldn't believe what you just said.

"oh I see...this how things are"

"this is how it is! Don't fake the opposite"

" you think everything you think is the reality, only your version of the world exists , you know the truth you know everything about everybody and how things work?!"

"it's not me , it's the truth! You can't mask it with fake values"

Miguel doesn't reply.

Finally he has understood. You think.

He gets up from the couch and starts leaving.

"wait! What are you doing!?"

You realise you have insulted him , you have offended him , again your stupid self did this

but it's the truth, but you hurt him, now he really dislikes you , as you did say all this kind of thing on purpose as you self filled your catastrophic thoughts .

Tears gather in the corner of your eyes

"w-wait!" You grab his wrist. He turns and sees you crying.

Coño...

He turns fully to you and he gives you your hand.

"Tomorrow we will talk about this , now you have to rest"

You grab his hand and he pulls you against his chest, smoothing your tears with his other hand and leads you to his bedroom.

"I didn't save you only because I thought was the right thing to do..."

Maybe I did it due to guilt?

he thought to himself, but as much as he tried to understand what led him to do it , he couldn't figure out the right answer.

You lay down on the mattress. He is covering you with a quilt. He leans at your face... Your noses are almost brushing together... His scent is making your head spinning and heart racing at a such speed.

"you can think in this way... I don't care... The only thing I care about is that I did it and you are here, muñeca" he whispers to you.

You open your mouth...also his is slightly open... Miguel stares at your lips... You lean in... Slowl-

"what does muNecA mean?" Miguel's expression in surprised.

"muñeca"

"muNEca"

"m-u-ñ-e-c-a"

"m-u-n-e-c-a"

"Still a start" he softly smile

"okay , keep your secrets". Your attention gets caught to the phone on the drawer beside the bed.

You swiftly catch it.

"don't you dare!" Miguel jumps on you from behind, trying to snatch away the phone from you. You giggle. "Why don't you want me to know! "

You are struggling and squinting under his weight and strength. Clearly he is holding back, he could manhandle you without problems.

" Chica mala" he says joking

When you thought you were having the best on him, he clench your wrists in his hands and opens your legs with his hips.

You can feel his pubes against yours.A strange feeling start gathering in your low stomach.

He is panting over you. A string of hair falling from his forehead.

"tu y yo tenemos un trato y tu no pudiste mantener tu palabra... Mereces un castigo".

He smirks

"Since you want it so bad I will teach you Spanish"

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Author's note: so first of all thank you for reading! Second I have to put my hands in front of me, I don't know Spanish , so if there are mistakes ,let me know.Also English is not my first language so there may be a lot of syntax errors. Third I want to share my plans for this fic: as you can see the reader suffers major mental health, I will try my best to not create a relationship where Miguel is gonna be the solution to all her problems. Also Miguel will have a deeper characterisation and his own issues. This story WON'T FETISHIZE MENTAL ILLNESS , but rather give an insight on how relationships work where one of them or both suffers from it, a character study. I won't spoil anymore so enjoy the ride and let me know your opinions .

Thanks!

Part 4 has been released!!!

[misshowellyisstrange]

well, now you're gonna die too (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Inspired by FUNERAL GREY - Waterparks

warnings: smut, choking, low-key breath play, swearing, drinking, drugs (weed).

It was 11pm, you looked around quizzically at your surroundings, you stood outside the address Chrissy gave you, no kids were outside but blaring music played from within the house. You could see movement from within. Shadows formed across the curtains that were pulled tightly closed. You were surprised the Hawkins police hadn't already been called to break the party up, but then again, if Chrissys family was as loved as she was, they could probably get away with murder.

Making your way down the driveway, the music echoed louder and louder. Just as you were to reach the door, it swung up, two adolescents fell through the door, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders. You couldn't tell who was trying to guide the other out, both slurring a greeting as you headed into the house.

The music vibrated through the house, cans of alcohol littered as you walked through, you could barely recognise any one in the crowd, popular people, people you would pass in the halls, people you would actively avoid eye contact with. You swayed your hips to the music as you made your way through Chrissy's living room. You wondered why she even bothered inviting you, you barely spoke to reach other at school.

The lights were low, but you could make out more faces in the kitchen, although the clouds of smoke still made actually recognising anyone a challenge.

Someone ran up to you, engulfing you in a hug. Chrissy. You couldn't imagine anyone else at this party being that close to you. As you pulled away, you saw her blonde curls confirming your suspicions.

"I'm so glad you made it!" Chrissy shouted over the music, it was quieter in the kitchen but you still struggled to hear her. "If you need a drink, just grab one off the table, avoid the lemonade." Chrissy said with a wink. Someone had obviously spiked it.

Chrissy headed into the living room, falling into multiple people along the way. You headed to the table where the drinks were all spread out, deciding on just a beer, although you did have a flask of vodka in your pocket for emergencies.

You pulled a cigarette out of your packet, suddenly realising you can't find your lighter. You patted your pockets down, double and triple checking each one. Before you could find the vanishing lighter, a curly haired boy approached you, flicking his lighter under the cigarette hanging out your mouth.

"Cheers, Munson." You nodded to him. Everyone in the school knew of Eddie, god everyone in Hawkins knew of Eddie. The local dealer, outcast, freak.

"No problem, Y/L/N," Eddie started, "What's a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?" Eddie slurred as he spoke. You looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated. You could only assume he was as high as a kite.

"Eddie, I think you've had enough." You pulled the joint out of his mouth, swapping it with the cigarette you had just gotten lit. You took a drag of his joint, taking your time to inhale and take in your surroundings. You noticed it wasn't just Eddie in the kitchen it was all of the Hellfire boys.

"Come on Y/N, don't be a buzzkill. Give it back, I'm basically sober." Eddie pleaded and gave you puppy eyes.

"Don't disagree with me." You winked at Eddie and made a beeline for the back door, taking his joint with you.

You pulled your grey sweater around you, trying to keep in whatever warmth you had left. You thought you could cope with the November chill, but the mini leather skirt and tights were not a good combination. Chrissy's old swing set called your name. You ran straight for the swing on the right, the one you had basically grown up on. You and Chrissy spent so many nights out here talking about school and boys, spilling secrets that you would both take to the grave.

The second swing creaked as someone occupied it. A leather jacket appeared across your shoulders, and the smell of rum and stale cigarettes surrounded you, engulfing you in a familiar warmth. The jacket was still warm, lingering from the body heat that had previously accompanied it.

"Haven't seen you in detention recently Y/N, don't tell me you've been taken in by the dark side." Eddie looked over at you, leaning in close. His hand reached to your right side, slowly making its way across your hip, your breath hitched as Eddie's closeness grew nearer. Eddie's hand started to settle across his leather jacket on your waist until he reached into his pocket to pull out an old grey flask, liquor still sloshing inside. Eddie pulled back, taking a swig of the flask, he motioned the flask closer to you, offering you some of the mysterious liquid. You hesitantly took a swig of the alcohol, warmth rushing down your throat, heating your core.

You passed the flask back and forth, slowly emptying the remnants between yourselves. Dirt flew up as you kicked your feet back and forth, slowly kicking on the swing set. You started pushing the seat back, then forward, then back again. Eddie watched as you flew higher and higher on the swing set. He excitedly jumped from his seat, rushing behind you. Eddie's strong hands softly cupped your back, pushing you higher on the swing.

"You're ruining my vibe, Munson!" You giggled as your feet pointed towards the sky. Eddie, oblivious to your complaints, continued, only stopping when you were actually concerned the swing might actually wrap around the bar at the top. Who knew your childhood fear might be a reality.

You noticed Eddie's hands no longer cupping your back. You looked around, concerned he had left you to rejoin the wild party inside. You threw your head all the way back, tilting the seat with you. You caught a glance of Eddie making his way to the front of the swings.

"Are you ready?" Eddie now faced you as you swung back and forth.

"For what?"

"To jump!" Eddie excitedly claimed, opening his arms wide to catch you.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" You shouted at Eddie. Eddie's smile grew, curls flowing in his face as the wind picked up.

"I'll catch you, darling," Eddie stepped closer to the swing set, setting himself in the prime position to catch you.

"You're crazy, Munson!" You closed your eyes, hands loosening against the chain, hoping the swing would slow enough you wouldn't meet your fate sooner than intended. You waited for the swing to reach the highest point forwards, pushing yourself off the seat, you flew into the air, free from all restraints for just a second. You soon came crashing down, clutching onto Eddie. Eddie fell back upon contact, arms squeezing around your waist, taking you with him.

Uncontrollable laughter escaped from both your lips. You straddled Eddie, holding his chest to keep yourself upright. The cold chill now seeped through your knitted sweater, Eddie's jacket lost from the jump. Eddie's arms seeped around you, keeping you close to him.

"Come with me. "

"Come where, Eddie?" You asked, giggling at his vacant expression, the mixture of weed and booze finally settling into you both.

"An after party, with some of the Hellfire group, it'll be at my place."

"I'll think about it." You winked at Eddies, using his chest to push yourself up. Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, watching you sway with the music. You grabbed Eddie's jacket from the floor, draping it over your shoulders, looking back at him before you reentered the kitchen, "I might come find you after I've found my friends."

You sauntered over to Eddie's trailer. The alcohol in your system embraced you as you got dropped off by your designated driver. They pleaded with you to come back to their house, but you were adamant that the Munson trailer was the place to be.

The door to the trailer was ajar, a boy with the distinguishable 'Hellfire' shirt on made his way out the trailer, the male was tall with dark features, you'd seen him play guitar before at the 'Coffin.

"Please tell me you're Y/N, Eddie hasn't shut up about some girl crashing tonight. " the male laughed, putting his hand out to shake yours.

"I'm Jeff, by the way." The male, Jeff, introduced. You took his hand in yours. The greeting was far too formal for both your levels of intoxication. Up close, you noticed Jeff's pupils were significantly larger than what you would normally assume. The smell from the trailer gave away the likely culprit.

Walking into the trailer, you noticed the red writing across the alarm clock sitting on the kitchen counter, '03:00' glowing back at you. Your eyes peered across the room, landing on the sofa. Eddie lounged across the two seats, another male taking up the armchair, and two more individuals sat in a pile of blankets on the floor, you could only assume it was Eddie's bedding that had been dragged to the living room.

Eddie always talked in an animated way, his hands bouncing around. You could tell he was in a heated discussion with Gareth on the other side of the room. Eddies large hands swayed back and forth, ash from the joint he held falling as he flicked his hand around.

Eddie froze as he saw you, eyes following you up and down, lingering for a second on the leather jacket wrapped around you. Eddie quite literally jumped from the sofa, pulling you into a hug, and then dragged you back to the small two-seater.

You took the blunt out of Eddie's hand, inhaling and exhaling as the group made conversation. Eddie leaned into you, "That shit is going to kill you." He whispered into your ear.

Taking a deep inhale, you held the smoke while you felt your head go light. You blew the smoke back out towards Eddie's face, which lingered close to you, "Well, now you're going to die too." You looked back at the boy, his eyes followed your lips, glancing down towards your neck occasionally.

Your body grew heavy as the trailer became a hotbox. Eddie spread across the two seater, slightly sitting up, you lay with your back pressed into him, one of his arms over your shoulder, the other with a joint in hand. Eddies free hand traced circles across your chest, subconsciously moving up and down towards the sweet spot on your neck.

Eddie's hand moved up your shoulders, to the back of your neck, supporting your head. He squeezed gently, causing you to face his direction, eyes meeting one another. Eddie held his joint between his pointer and forefinger. His thumb traced your lip, pulling your lips open slowly. Eddie leaned into you, exhaling the smoke into your mouth, lips brushing against one another.

The after party soon died down, leaving just you and Eddie alone in the trailer. Heavy rainfall echoed throughout, the radio still playing quietly in the corner. At some point, you had ended up on top of Eddie, straddling him across the sofa, Eddie's lips sucked your neck in the most sensitive spot. You couldn't resist releasing quiet moans into his ear. Sucking turned into kissing, travelling down to your chest, Eddie's hands firmly grasped your hips, yanking you closer to him.

You grinded forward, trying to remove any and all distance between yourself and Eddie. His fingers digged into your skin, unable to control his natural reflexes.

"You're going to ruin me, darling. " Eddie moaned, hips buckling up, your bodies worked together, intertwined as your pleasure grew. Eddie lifted under your thighs, pulling your skirt up, hands tracing your thighs and ass.

"Baby, I know your dying wish is to be baptised in my spit." Your voice was low and sultry, the bulge in Eddie's jeans throbbed, sitting firmly against your thong which was now uncomfortably damp.

Eddie swiftly grabbed under your thighs, hands cupping each ass cheek as he lifted you off the sofa. You hooked your arms around his neck, clinging as he lowered your bodies to the messy bedding on the floor.

"You're mine tonight, darling." Eddie pulled your knees apart, opening your legs. You pulled your sweater off, showing off your lacey bra, hard nipples peaking through the fabric. Eddies hands dragged across your body, moving your skirt up, tracing your figure. One hand traced the string of your thong, pulling it down, Eddie's other hand moved up your chest, cupping your breast, taking your nipple and gently twisting it between his fingers.

You arched towards Eddie, pulling him closer. Your hands moved across his body, undoing his jeans, pulling them down. Eddie took them off quickly, your skirt following suit. Your hands made their way into Eddie's hair, pulling against his soft curls. Eddie moaned as you tugged his hair, revealing his weakness.

Eddie looked down at you, both hands on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the floor below. "You're going to regret that." Eddie said as he gently untangled your hands from his hair. Eddie ushered both your hands above your head, holding them together firmly with his one hand, his other hand pulled his boxers down, revealing his stiff cock, he teased you, pushing his head in and out of your wetness. You groaned as Eddie tortured you, begging him to fuck you.

Eddie's free hand found its way to your throat, squeezing gently. You looked up at Eddie, doe eyed. "Please, baby." You pleaded, waiting for Eddie to please you. Eddie gripped your throat tighter, pushing his cock into you. You tried to let out a moan, but nothing came out as Eddie controlled your breathing.

Thrusting in and out, Eddie moaned, pushing harder and harder, building up a steady rhythm. You dragged your nails into his back, causing Eddie to release his grip on your neck. You moaned as the thrusting continued, catching your breath while you could.

You pulled Eddie in closer, sucking on his chest where you could reach, slowly working towards his neck. "No way, darling, you're not leaving any marks there. " Eddie's voice was low and deep. He almost growled as he spoke.

"Baby, please, it's only fair!" You pleaded with Eddie, batting your lashes as you spoke.

Eddie's eyes glanced down at your chest, fingers running across the marks he left on you. "Not fair? I can give you not fair darling." Eddie abruptly pulled out of you, grabbing your leg and flipping you over quickly. You lay face down on the blanket, head collapsed into the pillow. Eddie grabbed under your thighs, pulling your ass into the air, Eddie lined his cock against your hole, pushing into you, hands grasping at your hips.

You moaned and pushed back into Eddie, creating a rhythm with his body. Eddies hands moved across your body, hand moving to the back of your head, pushing you into the pillow, gripping your hair. Eddie pulled your hair, pulling your head up towards him. He placed a messy kiss across your cheek as he continued thrusting.

"I'm close, " Eddie groaned out, his pace became uneven, deeper, slower thrusts followed.

"Please baby, come for me." You huffed out, waiting for Eddie to release into you. Instead, his hand reached around, gently rubbing your clit, you stomach grew knots, thighs shaking as Eddie continued.

"Eddie -" you started, "Eddie, I'm close. "

"Hold on, baby. " Eddie whispered, his thrusts picked up pace again, hands digging into your sides. Your legs shook as you reached your peak, Eddie's body tensed against you, reaching his climax. Your bodies collapsed onto the bed sheets below, breaths heavy, your bodies stuck together. Eddie untangled his limbs from yours, lifting himself from the blankets below.

Eddie patted the clothing around the makeshift bed, grabbing whatever he could find first. A large top came flying in your direction, "Put this on. " Eddie ordered.

You pulled the graphic tee over your head, peering down at the band name across the shirt, 'METALLICA'. You looked back up, Eddie had made his way into the kitchen with just his boxers covering him up. Eddie flipped his curls to the side, holding his hair back in a make shift ponytail. He pushed his head under the tap, running cold water across his face and into his mouth. Eddie let the tap run cold while he wiped his face on the nearest kitchen towel.

Reaching up, you could see the muscles in Eddie's back tense as he reached for a glass out of the cupboard. He grabbed the nearest glass, filling it from the tap. Bringing the drink back to you, Eddie pulled another blanket off the sofa, throwing it over your legs. You pulled the blanket close, taking in the warmth now Eddie wasn't pressed up against you.

Eddie joined you on the bed. You could feel the heat radiating as he inched closer to you. Eddie noticed your positive reaction to his warmth and pulled you in closer, legs wrapped around him. Kisses were planted across your neck while Eddie's hands roamed your body once again.

"Round 2?"

AN ~ thank you so much to everyone who read this far! I started this months ago and never got around to finishing, but I'm super happy I did! It's also my first time writing smut, so please don't judge me too heavily, xox

[joekeeryswife]

Little family - e.m

hello loves, i hope you’re all okay! here is another dad!eddie imagine. it’s one of the cutest ones i’ve ever written but it’s pretty short so i hope that’s okay. take this time to relax and read this imagine, enjoy loves 🤍

taglist (don’t forget to add yourself🤍) : @eddieamoremio @theshireisonfire @thankingjoe

love. that's all Eddie could feel in this moment. love. it had been three weeks since you gave birth and baby Noelle was the best thing to ever happen to you both. she was just a creation of love and she was this little bundle of joy. she had came onto this earth and completely changed the way Eddie saw the world.

he was in awe as he watched the little girl coo in her sleep, followed with a small yawn. she was utterly perfect. her small button nose, plump lips, huge brown eyes and curly brown hair on top of her head. Eddie didn't hate to admit it but she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen next to you.

you had been amazing. carrying a baby which came with the hormones, morning sickness, cravings, heart burn, tears and headaches just so you could both become parents. you labour had been quick, two hours tops. you had went into labour two days before your due date and it had just gone so quickly.

you'd heard from some of the women in your family that labour could go on for days but not for you. you were at home for an hour, waiting for your contractions to come closer together and then once they did you went straight to the hospital with a hysterical Eddie.

he was crying the whole time, not sure how to comfort you. but the labour itself wasn't to bad, obviously the contractions were brutal but knowing you were getting your baby at the end of it.

Eddie was in your bedroom, watching your baby girl take small breaths, her face scrunching slightly as she dreamed of something you'd never know. Eddie really loved her. he was unbelievably lucky to be a and and even luckier to be a dad to Noelle. she was just the perfect new born.

every time Eddie looked at her he got emotional. he was actually a dad to this angelic baby. he couldn't believe how beautiful her features were. Eddie didn't really like how he looked but what he and you created was just perfect. utterly perfect. Eddie heard your footsteps approaching the bedroom and quickly wiped the few singular tears which had fallen down his face.

"baby, is she awake-" you stopped yourself from speaking when you saw a sleeping Noelle and a crying Eddie. "hey, you okay Ed's?" you walked toward him and sat down on the bed, wincing slightly as you were still recovering from the few stitches you did have to get after giving birth. 

you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and pulled him into you, making his head rest on your shoulder. "i just can't believe she's ours. she’s so perfect and i’m so lucky” he sniffled, his eyes never leaving Noelle who had now opened her eyes to look at both of her parents.

Noelle’s face scrunched up and the tears finally started. you responded immediately knowing she was definitely hungry. “looks like i have both my loves crying” you joked, lifting yours (eddies) top up and hoping Noelle would latch on.

sometimes she struggled and you were still getting used to breast feeding so it could be a bit painful for you. she luckily did latch on pretty quickly and her tears stopped. Eddie watched as you breastfed his daughter and his heart swelled. he loved you both so much and watching this way of you two bonding just swelled his heart.

he carefully swiped to pad of his thumb across Noelle’s cheek to get rid of the tears which had fallen seconds earlier. after a few minutes of feeding Noelle’s eyes started to close, indicating that she wouldn’t be feeding for much longer.

once you felt her stop feeding completely you unlatched her and carefully sat her up so you could pull your top down. “you wanna burp her Ed’s?” you asked, looking around for the burping cloth so if she spit up it would be on the cloth and not your clothes. you watched as he nodded and held his hand out so he could take her.

you passed Noelle over to Eddie after finding the burping cloth by her few toys she’d gotten from your friends and family. after giving Eddie the cloth you sat back down, placed your head on his shoulder and watched as Eddie burped Noelle. “can you believe she’s three weeks old” you whispered, playing with the baby hairs she had.

“no. it’s going so quickly. next thing we know she’s gonna be a year old. maybe we could give her a sister or a brother” he looked down at you and smirked. you rolled your eyes and smiled at him, obviously you wanted more kids but definitely not yet.

“you can wait a few years Eddie. i’m the one carrying the thing” you laughed and took your hand off of Noelle’s hair and placed it on Eddie’s forearm, stroking it softly. “i guess i can wait” he joked and lent down to kiss your forehead. you both went quiet and listened to your baby cooing as Eddie gently patted her back.

after burping her, Eddie placed her back down in her cot and kissed her forehead. Noelle smiled softly in her sleep but you both knew it was a reflex but you both couldn’t wait to see one of her real smiles. Eddie sat back down and pulled you into his side so the two of you were close again. Eddie looked between you and Noelle and his heart swelled even more. you were both so similar but so different at the same time but you were both utterly beautiful.

Eddie rubbed his hand up and down your arm softly and took in the precious silence. the silence wasn’t awkward or weird, it was comforting and it was one of those silences which could calm any anxiety or worries anyone had and he loved it. Eddie loved his two girls and the little family you both created.

[drill-teeth-art]

Question, how do you draw body hair? All my attempts look dumb- and your like, the only person im brave enough to ask-

First things first! A piece of advice because it's something I struggled to unlearn and still try and cut out of the way I talk. It's helpful to not self deprecate out loud as it is both counterproductive to your own learning and sense of self and it can be a pretty awkward way to interact with others, especially folks you're still very new to. You're still learning. And it's okay that your art isn't where you imagine yet. That's the great thing about art. That you get to learn both what you want for your own work and how to achieve that! Points of frustration tend to emerge when you actually know More about art than your ability to draw can actually replicate, but the good news about those frustration periods is they're usually right before big improvements especially if you can channel the frustration into motivation for practicing and learning! Basically! Don't beat yourself up it's actually good to be challenged by your own craft. You'll get there.

Anyway! Body hair time! The best thing you can do for learning to draw...anything from life really is reference and practice. But! Here are some tips from how I draw it in my work to help you get started.

There's plenty of different patterns body hair grows in. Different people will have more body hair in some areas than others, more or less body hair overall, and different textures to their body hair. I know most of the men in my family tend to have their chest hair especially grow straight and lie pretty flat but I've known plenty of folks who's chest hair grows in pretty curly too. So references will be your best buddy in capturing a wider range of different types of body hair!

But here's a couple basic things I keep in mind for placement generally.

Most folks chest hair grows from the center outwards pretty much. <- | -> like that. Armpit hair especially tends to get pretty thick. And hair on the forearms and calves is extremely common for most people in general.

As for how I stylize it, I actually do relatively few strokes for it. Enough to imply hairy though it varies on how hairy I want the figure to look. And I tend not to overlap my strokes because it tends to read a bit more clear in a cartoony style if I don't. For pit hair I tend to darken the whole hairy area since it's thicker and add texture to the edge of that shape to show it's a bunch of hair. Straight strokes for straighter body hair. Wavier or curly strokes for more wavy or curly body hair.

I can't stress enough that references are important and absolute look into if other artists have shared their body hair drawing tutorials! Especially artists with differing backgrounds than me! The wider range of reference and advice is helpful!

Hope this helps!

[deluxewhump]

Lawrenceville Baptist

I

(This is an earlier arc for my character Paulo.)

Paulo is a "pet" (pet whump universe) abandoned on a rural road and found by a local community. They are tightly connected by a small church they attend, Lawrenceville Baptist. One of the families, the Sullivans, take Paulo in. Here he meets their two sons, Jesse and Peter, and their friend Sam.

CW: water whump, cold, controlled drowning, dunking into water, multiple whumpers sort of, religion (Christianity) being applied insincerely, drug use implied , restraints

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Paulo reeled and spluttered, gasping for a breath of winter air in the snowy paddock. Every inhale was a struggle, as it threatened to trigger another uncontrollable bout of coughing. If he went back under now, he was sure he'd drown.

“You’re lucky,” said a boy he’d met two days ago named Samson, whose hand had just been bruising the back of his neck.

“You could have ended up with anyone, lying on the side of the road like that. A cult could’ve picked you up.. Satan-worshippers. They wouldn’t go through all this for you. They’d sacrifice you.”

“Torture you to death,” Peter added thoughtfully. Jesse and Peter, watching him be nearly drowned from the fence, were brothers. Paulo thought they looked nothing alike. He could tell Peter was not only smaller because he was a year or two younger but in general, with a slighter build. Jesse, the elder, was muscular and broad. He had pale skin and black hair, and over his glasses were thick, expressive eyebrows just like his father Glen’s. Peter had ashy brown hair and green eyes, and seemed to watch every move his older brother made as if looking for a cue.

Paulo nodded violently, trying to agree with anything and everything if it meant he might get into their good graces for a moment, just a moment. He had stopped dreaming of getting away from them. There was a reason he was here, and neither them, their parents, or the cops that watched the highway in and out of town were going to let him go without punishing him for darkening their doors at all.

The water Samson kept holding him under was freezing, and the sides of the plastic horse trough were frozen. Water burned in his esophagus, up his nose. One ear felt plugged with it, and he tasted blood when he licked his lips. His wrists were tied behind him with the rough orange twine that held hay bales together. Having his arms immobile made fighting Samson off or pulling himself out of the water on his own impossible.

“It’s not your fault, you know,” Peter said. “What’s happened to you. What they made you do.”

Paulo looked up at him, leaned up against the fence next to his brother. There was only calm sadness in his eyes. Why did he allow his friend to do this to him, then? Was he sad to watch him half-drowned, or sad it had to be this way because someone had made him a pet and tainted him?

“No,” agreed Samson. He had curly hair the color of hay and golden skin that made his blue eyes look somehow backlit. His teeth were uniform and straight as razor wire. “You’re right Peter, it’s not his fault.”

Samson knelt on the hardened snow so he was in front of Paulo’s dripping head. He placed a hand on each side of his face so earnestly Paulo thought for a confused and panicked moment he might try to kiss him. “But the wages of sin is death. You don’t want to die, do you?”

“Sam,” Jesse chastised sharply. He wore a paint-spattered canvas jacket like a contractor might wear, had his arms crossed and was making a face of mild disgust, furrowing his dark brows. “Nobody’s gonna die. Don’t say shit like that.”

Samson turned his head sharply to address his friend. Looking at his profile, Paulo saw he had long, golden lashes, a smattering of freckles on the bridge of his nose. His pupils looked too big, like a cat’s before it pounces. His hands partially covered Paulo’s wet ears. “I’m not suggesting that, Jesse,” he said as if he thought it was completely obvious. “I’m not saying that at all. I mean he has to repent. We’re going to help him repent so he can be Saved. All he has to do is show that he means it.”

“Show who? You? You’re just getting off,” Jesse answered. His arms were still crossed and his look of disgust was still intact. Whether it was for his friend or for him in general, Paulo didn’t know. “And he has to desire forgiveness. He has to want it.”

The breeze picked up and soaking wet Paulo shivered violently.

Samson turned back to him with a grin that dimpled his left cheek. “I’ll want it for you until you want it yourself,” he said quietly enough Paulo did not think the other boys had heard— it was meant for him alone. Samson was high, he realized. Or something.

“Please,” he whispered back, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. “Don’t drown me. Tell me how.”

“Are you serious? You’re done fucking around?”

Samson was the most interested in Paulo’s sin and subsequent forgiveness, but he seemed the least sincere of all of the people who lived on this road he’d met so far. “Yeah. I’m- I’m trying to do what you all want. If you’d just stop changing the goalpost.”

“I’m not changing your goalpost,” Samson said, and glanced down at Paulo’s bloody lip between his hands. “I’m gauging your resolve. Your faith that we can help you. You want help, don’t you?”

“Sam,” Jesse called impatiently. “It’s freezing. You’re way too fucked up. Put him back in the barn before it gets dark and let’s go inside.”

Samson pretended to consider this before turning Paulo violently by the shoulders and pushing him under the water again, holding him down by the back of his neck before he had a chance to take and hold a deep breath.

It was Jesse that pulled him out, and Sam was on the ground, laughing.

Next

[bugflies00]

the thing about fostering au cfundy is that when he has his rebellious teen phase and rejects his dad and tries to be as furthest away from him as he can, that's what he starts to resemble him the most.

when he's about 13-14, cfundy's relationship with cwil starts to strain, which is pretty normal for a teenager. he really embraces the emo angsty teen thing. he's frustrated with how cwilbur still seems to see him as a little kid, despite being a teenager, he's jealous of his newborn little sister (tallulah) getting all the attention, he's sick of the dysphoria and misgendering he deals with every day (he's out to his family and they're fully supportive but he's not on HRT yet), and he's also got anxiety and is prone to depressive episodes . just like Someone.

except the thing is he's still young and few teens want to talk about that stuff with their parents, so he doesn't realise that wilbur Would be able to relate and to help because he went through some of that. instead he just bottles it all up and resents his dad (big q is on thin ice but mostly fine, in fact like the little shit he is cfundy makes a point to show favouritism to cq . petty syndrome runs in the family) and straightens his hair so it's not curly like his, dresses all in black and listens to emo music except it . Doesnt work.

cause this poor kid has no clue that cwilbur WAS emo back in the day (in the 2000s too....) so when he hears his kid blast out his music really fucking loud in his room and slam the door he doesnt get upset at all, he gets really excited and shoves his head in the room like Omg you listen to them too!!! :D i have their old CDs if you want. 😭 Mission Disappointing Your Dad : Failed by fundy soot.

what does work is when he straightens his hair, cause originally wilburs like Oh are you straightening it to look emo (he himself did that Once in high school and realised he wasnt pushing it that far because straight hair Did Not suit him) and while that Was half the reason fundy did it, he shouts back that it was just to look nothing like him. And wilburs like Oh 😟 and they don't really talk for a while after that.

its really complicated because fundy's lashing out because he's got all these big emotions that he's grappling with in addition to regular puberty And the fact that puberty sucks x1000 when you're trans, and also because he Does feel rejected by wilbur and rejects him back in like. self defense i guess. even though on wilbur's end it's Being Overwhelmed with Having A Newborn that makes him unintentionally neglect fundy, its never anything malicious. but it still sucks for fundy.

and the worst thing is that when fundy tries to do something about it, to be mean and separate himself from his dad, he ends up following in his footsteps. some of it is lighthearted, like the emo thing, some of it less so. when quackity sees fundy come back home high for the first time, the only thing he can think is just how much fundy looks like his dad used to.

they're both ball of nerves who are prone to falling in depressive slumps and pushing everyone away by being mean, so they come off as like. The Unstable One even though they Hate it.

(tw discussion of SH after this!!)

the tension keeps building for a While, and it sucks for everyone because wilbur tries to reach out to his son but he has no idea whats wrong (to be fair hes a bit clueless too), and fundy pushes his dad away more and more and falls into more of a mental health pit in those middle/high school years, to the point where he resorts to self harm.

it all comes to a halt when wilbur finds the blades in the bathroom drawer and absolutely loses his mind. he goes into complete panic mode and barges into fundys room and starts frantically asking if he was hurting himself and fundys just kinda sat there frozen before bursting out sobbing.

its definitely not the way he shouldve confronted him about it, but for wilbur, who struggled with self harm for over two decades, having his son "end up like him" was his absolute nightmare. he spent so long shutting everyone out and bottling it all in especially from tommy and fundy because the one thing he wanted above all else was for their childhoods and lives to be nothing like his. and so to see fundy shut him out and be depressed and hurt himself? just like he did? and he didn't even notice? he's never felt like this much of a failure.

it does get better after that. wilbur has a looooooong talk with his son, which includes talking about things that he never intended for him to know but he realises the only way to help him is to treat him like he's not a little kid, like he can handle these topics, and most importantly so he knows that like . he Does get it . it's still strained cause they're both still bottling shit up but now that wilbur realises fundy was hurting so much he's determined not to let it happen again.

idk i just. something about trying to run away from your parent and everything they represent and yet finding yourself exactly like them. they're parallels in the worst way possible sometimes

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The Best of Both Worlds - Chapter Nine

Din Djarin x Female Reader Modern!AU

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Word Count: 9146 Rating: Teen Summary: Despite a messy evening which led to you waking up in an opulent hotel which you have no memory of falling asleep in, memories of kind brown eyes and breathless kisses soon come flooding back to soothe your soul. Your relationship deepens as the two of you spending time together whenever your busy schedules allow. But one night, a turn of events causes you - despite Din's reassurances - to wonder if everything you have been working so hard to build together has just come crashing down around you... Content Warnings: Alcohol consumption, description of hangovers, alcohol induced memory loss resulting in brief panic and some smooching! Author's Note: This was so much fun to write, although I am teetotal now so putting myself back into the headspace of being hungover was kind of weird. I've never woken up in just a swimsuit, though... although I did once fall asleep on a box of McNuggets which I found squashed under my pillow lmao. BUT more importantly, our dear reader finally has her own nickname. Hope it was worth the wait! Also completely unintentionally, releasing this almost coincided with Lunar New Year which is fitting given some events in this chapter hehe. It's the Year of the Dragon which is meant to be very lucky! Happy New Year! 🐲 Hope you enjoyed this one. Reader and Din's relationship is really starting to develop now and I'm excited to continue editing and writing their story!

9. Have I Known You Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years? - (Reader's POV)

The first thing that alarmed you when your eyes fluttered open was not the pounding in your head, nor your adverse reaction to the light that was streaming in from a curtain that had not been closed fully. No, it was the sheer luxuriousness of your surroundings. The hotel room was unlike anything you had ever seen before. How did you end up here? The furnishings, like the opulent chandelier in your room and the sheer scale of your bed – which was far too big for one person, an entire family could have fitted into it – made you feel intensely out of your depth. 

Then, you lifted the soft sheets that were covering you and peered down to ascertain your state of undress. The jolt of anxiety that was sent straight to your stomach when you saw what you were wearing almost sent you sprinting to the toilet because of how shocking it was, but mercifully, the sensation quickly passed. Somehow, it seemed that you had woken up in an impossibly high-class hotel, the opulent surroundings were completely alien to you, and you had never before witnessed such an embarrassment of riches. 

And to your horror, you had woken up here dressed in nothing but a swimsuit. A garment that you had no memory of dressing in…

Amongst the panic, your mind started racing with questions. You attempted to move your head off the pillow but soon groaned and your head abruptly fell back onto the impossibly soft surface. That slight movement alone had sent an excruciating shock of pain shooting somewhere behind your eyes.

As you adjusted to the various sensations as your body gradually awakened, the next thing you noticed was how your mouth felt as though it had been viciously attacked by sandpaper. Combined with the bitter taste that lingered on your lips, it only indicated one culprit: alcohol. That explained your combination of symptoms and amnesia.

You lay there for a few moments and struggled to piece together the events of the previous evening, beginning with when Din had picked you up after work. You remembered that part perfectly clearly…

* * *

Noticing the unmistakable outline of your date, complete with his dark curly brown hair, immediately made you feel calmer as you stood at the top of the steps that led you out of the museum. You began descending the stone steps, heaving your overnight bag with you as you went, before you placed your bag and weary body down on the bench next to him.

“Hi, Din,” you smiled after you finally emerged from the stunning building you were lucky to work in and took your seat by his side. You tried your best to sound far happier than you were. The last thing you wanted to do was to worry the man who had promised to take you on another incredible date. 

It seemed as though Din had been quite happy to sit there and watch the world pass him by, looking on as visitors of all ages and nationalities filed out after another busy day at the museum. So much so, that he seemed a little taken aback by your sudden presence at his side. Fortunately, his expression soon brightened and his lips curved into a smile as he greeted you. You adored the way your name sounded when Din’s voice said it, the way his mouth moved around the syllables. 

Din noticed you staring at his mouth for a beat longer than was appropriate and as he leaned in, you realised that he had read your lingering gaze on his lips as a desire to be kissed. You weren’t one to refuse and you certainly welcomed his enthusiasm as you sighed contentedly when Din’s lips met yours. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, still a little in disbelief that you got to kiss this ridiculously handsome man. It was the first genuine smile that had spread across your features all day. 

Then Din pulled away and you couldn’t help the way your face dropped back to the weary and drawn expression that you had been wearing when you sat next to Din on the bench. You averted your gaze nervously and played with the hem of your shirt, hoping that Din wouldn’t question your mood. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the plans that he had made for the two of you. You felt Din shift next to you and you looked up at him, offering a weak smile in an attempt to reassure him. 

“Are you okay?” Din asked, the concern instantly apparent in his deep, rich voice. Despite your best effort to put on a brave face, it seemed that Din knew you well enough to notice that your smile did not quite reach your tired eyes. 

“I’m fine…” you sighed and then paused. You had vowed to be as honest as possible with Din, and you knew there was no point in putting yourself through something that you didn’t want to for the sake of pleasing him. You decided to be upfront about how difficult you had found work this week, hoping that he’d understand since he seemed to have an equally demanding job.

“It’s just been kind of a hard week with work. We’re a bit understaffed at the moment and one of the managers has been putting my team under a bit more pressure than I can handle currently,” you explained as you massaged the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Din offered, “but I hope you’ll enjoy the evening I planned for us. I thought I could show you to my hotel and you could change there if you wish before we head out for dinner,” Din suggested, but you could not find it in yourself to pretend to be enthusiastic about sitting in a fancy restaurant that you would probably feel wildly out of place in. You sat there in silence, contemplating how to play it. You never wanted to lie to him, but would he accept your honesty or think you were rude?

Your inner turmoil had not gone unnoticed by the man at your side though, as before you could make a decision the comforting sound of Din’s deep voice was reverberating through your ear drums once again. 

“Unless there’s something else you’d rather do?” Din suggested, thankfully putting you out of your misery.

“Look, Din, to be honest with you: I had a terrible day,” you sighed. “I have no doubt that you have an incredible evening planned for me, but this entire week has been awful and I’m exhausted. I just… I would feel out of my depth at a fancy restaurant right now,” you admitted. The thought of pulling on fancy clothes to dine somewhere surrounded by snobs with pretentiously worded menus was causing you to feel more than a little queasy. 

“That’s completely fine with me. I’m sorry to hear you had a hard week, I don’t want to do anything that would push you out of your comfort zone,” Din said and you exhaled and visibly relaxed, all fears of disappointing him had vanished. 

“I would love to show you to this noodle bar around the corner. It isn’t fancy, no steaks wrapped in gold leaf or whatever, but it’s honestly amazing. I know the owners, they make the best dumplings and noodles you’ve ever tasted,” you suggested, hoping that Din was convinced. 

“That sounds excellent!” Din nodded enthusiastically. “Honestly, I'm not exactly at my most comfortable in places like that, either. I asked for a reservation there because I thought it was the proper thing to do when dating someone. Taking them somewhere fancy, you know.”

“Exactly! I think with the right person, you can take them anywhere and it feels like the best thing in the world. I had so much fun with you and Grogu on those stupid swings at the zoo a few weeks back, I think that’s far more ‘us’ than a fancy dinner,” you admitted and Din laughed at the memory. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would have had fun and I’m flattered you thought of me for something like that. But I’m just far more comfortable in places I’m familiar with. I can’t stand pretentious menus either, why do things always have to be drizzled in or on a bed or something? At my noodle place, you just go in, give the numbers of what you want and that’s that. No fuss.”

“Well, that sounds very low effort and relaxing. Perfect,” Din smiled at you. Your insecurity proved to once again be unfounded. “I am in complete agreement with the pretentious food menus, by the way. I’ve been exposed to a lot of them in my uh… recent line of work. Before that, I just saw food as fuel and didn’t understand how people could get so caught up in it. And I still don’t to be honest.”

“Oh, good! You know, when I heard your background, I mean… When I first walked up to greet you at the museum I thought oh great, here’s another person with more money than sense, to rent out an entire museum that has free admission,” you admitted, amused by how wrong you had been. “I knew you were different, though… especially when I saw you with a baby. Well, at first I thought you were kind of selfish because he wouldn’t even remember it! But I get it now. I get you know. We’re far more alike than I first thought…”

“We really are. But we really need to communicate better, don’t we?” Din smirked. “It seems like we’re pretty similar in preferring a quiet life and also in not doing things by the book.”

“I think so,” you smiled, grateful to have found someone who was seemingly so on your wavelength. “You don’t need to do anything extravagant, expensive or fancy for me to have a good time with you, Din. I enjoy your company regardless.”

“Thank you, that means a lot. So, noodles?” Din said as he stood to his feet and reached for your hand, pulling you up off the bench and linking arms with her as the two of you walked down the London streets towards the noodle bar.

* * * 

Your head was still pounding, your vision blurry as the opulent surroundings seemed to be swimming around your head. At least you had remembered that it had always been the plan for Din to bring you here. He had offered to spend a couple of days with you in central London, in this luxurious hotel to treat you after a hectic week of work.

With that settled, you tried your best to focus on trying to recall the events of the previous night, but the dull ache made everything far too painful to concentrate on for too long. Your memories were hazy, but amongst the white-hot pain that was pulsing behind your eyes, you thought you began to recall some things…

You remembered kind brown eyes peering at you over a table filled with noodles and later, a stroll through a park. There was a taxi at some point and lots of giggling in a hot tub. That probably accounted for the swimsuit, at the very least. And then you remembered just how wasted you had been, all of the embarrassing things you had surely said to Din. The strings of syllables came flooding back to you, words and actions that made you cringe so much that it sent a stab of terror to your queasy stomach. 

At that moment, you wanted the ground to swallow you up, fantasising about the bed you were in falling through the floors of the hotel until it was swallowed up by a gigantic sinkhole that had magically appeared in the Earth’s crust. Unfortunately, that did not happen. Things were not going to be that easy. You were an adult, you had to sit here with the consequences of letting yourself get so wrapped up in the giddiness of the reality that you were dating Din and he was treating you to a stay in such a luxurious hotel. 

The shame came in droves, the questions assaulting your fragile head from all crevices of your pain. The anxiety was almost overwhelming. What must Din think of you? You groaned. And then you panicked. Had you and Din done anything the previous night? You were that wasted, you truly couldn’t remember. 

You wondered if he was suddenly regretting inviting you here, certain that you had made an idiot of yourself and that he was now remembering the age gap between the two of you. He was a father, after all. A man with his own life and responsibilities. In comparison, you were just an immature child.

You reached your trembling hand over to your phone which was thankfully right next to you on the dark wooden nightstand. Even though you knew she would likely be asleep, you needed to rant to Ria about what an idiot you were. She would surely offer you some sympathetic words and light teasing that would cheer you up. As you grabbed your phone, the harsh white light of the screen made you groan and recoil in pain at such a violent assault on your fragile senses. 

For some reason, seeing the picture of you with Mando on your lockscreen made you feel almost tearful. Memories of a happier time when you had pushed through your fears and resembled a functional human being. You wondered what Mando would think of your behaviour, he would surely be disappointed at your lack of control. Mando seemed so certain, so deliberate in his actions and always in absolute control. You groaned, it was ridiculous to feel bad for letting down a man who didn’t even exist when there was a man in the suite next door who was real and probably disgusted at you.

Before opening your messages, there was another app that you felt yourself incapable of avoiding. Despite fearing what you would find there, you couldn’t resist opening your camera roll and looking through your photos of the previous evening, hoping that they would absolve your tortured, anguished brain of any guilt and panic that Din hated you.

The photo that stood out to you the most sent real tears spilling down your cheeks, for the real man that you saw there. It was a photo of Din that you had snapped from across the table. The location was the tiny, cosy noodle bar where you had headed at your insistence. He looked so handsome, the warm glow of the lights bathing his dark features. Din’s brown eyes practically twinkled, even through the screen. 

It was then you noticed the culprit for your current state, right there on the table. It was a bottle of baijiu, that potent beverage which had caused your temporary amnesia. With its square shape, blue label and the colourless liquid inside, it almost looked like a bottle of medicine. It had not cured any ailments though, far from that.

You stared at the picture of Din some more. Then you remembered. Oh, you remembered. The conversation came flooding back to you in vivid detail…

* * *

A warm ache settled somewhere in your stomach. The bottle of baijiu was practically empty and it had evoked a warm, fuzzy feeling in you that your date appeared to also be experiencing. You and Din sat together in the noodle shop, giggling at whatever it was that had amused you so much. Whatever it was must have been pretty funny, given the way your ribs were aching. But you couldn’t remember… baijiu had a habit of making everything equally hilarious and forgettable in equal measure.

The lethal libation had been on the house. Mrs Lau, the owner of the shop who always greeted you with a smile whenever you visited after work, had placed the bottle on the table with two glasses when she realised one of her regulars was here on a date. She grinned and wished you much happiness together. The strong, Chinese rice wine had certainly helped the two of you lose your inhibitions slightly, as you sat there in the dim light of the small restaurant, both breathless after your latest fit of giggles. 

“Diiiiiiiiin,” you sighed. “You have such a pretty face, with those big brown eyes… it’s, like, unfair,” you whined, gazing at him adoringly as you grabbed his stubbly chin and cheeks with your hands.

You noticed the way Din’s cheeks grew hot underneath your touch as he looked down at the table, blushing furiously.

“Fuuuuuuck. I’m drunk,” you observed, eyes suddenly widening in horror at your predicament.

“You certainly are, sunflower,” Din sighed, then cleared his throat as though he had not meant to let that affectionate nickname slip.

“Sunflower?! My name isn’t sunflower!” You slurred, giggling loudly.

“No, but you remind me of one,” Din admitted, shyly bringing his hand to the back of his neck.

“Because I’m awkward and wobbly?” You said theatrically flailing your arms around.

“No. Because you’re vivid, bright and you stand tall, just like a sunflower,” Din smiled at you softly, but there was a seriousness, despite the intoxicating liquor, to those soulful brown eyes, too.

“Shit, you’re so cute,” you said, placing your hands on his cheeks and squeezing the flesh there between your thumb and forefingers, like one might do to a cute baby. Except Din Djarin was not a baby. He was a grown man, one that suddenly seemed concerned for your welfare.

“Maybe we should get some fresh air and perhaps a coffee before we head to the hotel?” Din suggested, grimacing slightly after the thorough pinching you had just given his cheeks.

“I’m fine!” You said, perhaps a little too quickly for Din’s liking.

“You just admitted you’re drunk!” Din laughed, folding his arms and rolling his eyes playfully.

“A bit,” you shrugged. Then you burped. Loudly. You clapped your hand over your mouth, eyes widening in horror at your lack of decorum before exclaiming “Excuse me!”

But Din just laughed at you again. He was probably silently wondering what he was going to do with you and maybe concerned at the optics of taking someone so drunk to such a high-class establishment as the hotel that he had booked for the two of you.

“Okay, okay. Maybe I do need that coffee,” you finally conceded.

“I think so,” Din agreed, raising an eyebrow at you. 

Din stood up from the table and settled the bill with Mrs Lau. Your head was swimming and the sounds felt a little distant, but you gathered that the owner of your favourite noodle spot seemed to approve of how handsome your date was. You smiled as you heard the two of them interact, Din thanking her for the drink… even though it had rendered his date a giggling and slurring, uncoordinated mess. 

You emerged into the fading light of the warm London night, blinking slightly as your eyes adjusted to being back outside and leaving the warm glow of the restaurant behind. You laced your arm through Din’s and rested your hand on his strong, muscular arm, smiling slightly. Somewhere, deep down, there was a self-aware part of you that realised that taking care of you in your intoxicated state was probably not how Din had envisioned the evening unfolding. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel so guilty. You felt as though you were floating through the air, not just from the liquor but from the realisation that Din was all yours. He was so breathtakingly handsome and here he was, wanting to date you. It thrilled you, sending electricity pulsing throughout your body. The knowledge that this magnetic man was attracted to you, wanting to spend time with and treat you to luxurious overnight stays in fancy hotels was a heady prospect. One that you would never stop being grateful for.

The two of you strolled through the quiet, residential North London streets, your overnight bag slung over Din’s shoulder as he insisted on carrying it, ever the gentleman he was. It was a warm summer evening and there were a few people around, enjoying their Friday evening in the city. But this was not the hustle and bustle of central London and it was pleasantly busy, rather than being overwhelming. 

Eventually, you came to a large park with plenty of space. There was a food truck still open and Din went to get you a coffee, to help you to sober up as you took a seat on an available bench, swaying slightly and grateful not to be weighed down by your bag as you wandered to the bench on unsteady legs. You looked around and waited for Din to bring the dark brown caffeinated liquid that would hopefully go some way to sobering you up…

* * *

A firm, even knocking sound at the door brought you back to the present. 

Mercifully, you did not have to torture yourself over what Din thought of you for too much longer. The comforting, soothing sound of Din’s voice sounded on the other side as he informed you it was him. Despite the initial wave of calmness that hearing his voice brought, your stomach soon dropped in anguish once again as you remembered that he was probably coming to admonish you for your actions, to tell you that you had disappointed him and embarrassed him in such opulent surroundings. That your dates had been fun but you were too much of a child for someone like him

It made your heart ache all the more when he appeared in the room, his dark brown hair slicked back and wet from the shower he had presumably just taken. He was wearing a tight, black henley and dark grey jeans. In the soft light of the sunny afternoon that was streaming in through the errant section of blinds that you had failed to close properly last night, he was truly breathtaking. His shoulders looked impossibly broad, the material of his shirt straining as it struggled to envelop his muscular frame. Din was certainly a sight for sore eyes.

“Good morning. Or afternoon, rather,” Din smiled at you as he approached your bed.

“Hi, Din,” you croaked out, mouth still dry as you struggled to look him in the eye. You opened your mouth to begin a string of profuse apologies that you were sure you owed him, but the rich sound of Din’s voice cut you off before you could manage to get a word in. 

“How’s your head?” Din asked with a slight smirk.

“I… it hurts,” you sighed, barely meeting his gaze. 

“Good job I brought you these, then,” Din offered, holding out a glass of water and a pack of painkillers. You gratefully accepted his offering.

“Thank you, Din,” you said as you appreciatively took the pills and gulped down the water. It was the greatest beverage that had ever passed your lips, you were convinced. 

“You’re welcome, it can’t be much fun,” Din said, almost wincing as he noticed your level of discomfort after making such a small effort as taking some pills.

“It isn’t,” you agreed. “But I have no sympathy for myself, this was entirely self-inflicted.”

“It was, but not without a little encouragement from Mrs Lau and me, with the baijiu,” Din smiled. “I’m glad you’re finally conscious. Mind if I sit?”

You nodded with a shy smile to where Din was pointing as he took a seat on the edge of the impossibly enormous bed. It was the most comfortable bed you had ever slept in. It was almost embarrassing how vast the thing was, how luxurious the soft, silken sheets were. You felt certain that it was going to make returning to your poxy single bed in your flat tonight somewhat unbearable. Yet, equally, there was something stiff and uncomfortable about it. It didn’t feel as homely as your little bedroom. Despite the opulence, it would never hold a candle to how safe and warm you felt in your bed at the end of a long day, beneath your beloved Mando poster. 

“I’m so sorry for getting so wasted, I must have made a fool out of myself,” you said apologetically. “I don’t know what you and the other guests must think of me���” you admitted, feeling your cheeks warm in embarrassment. 

“Well, you were pretty drunk,” Din sighed, and you felt your heart constrict at the hint of disappointment you were sure that you heard there. “But, I know that I’m not mad at you. Plus, I think these walls are soundproof… so I can’t imagine any of the other guests would have even realised how much you indulged in the baijiu.” Din said, reassuringly.

“But I thought we went down to the spa?” You questioned, unable to shake the memory of the hot tub that you were sure you had.

“The spa?” Din asked, confusion sweeping across his features. 

“Wait. I swear I remember a hot tub?” You asked, frantically.

“Yes, but that was here in your suite, in the bathroom. It’s a sophisticated bath with jets and some other cool features. When you realised that, you insisted that you had to get in to wash, I quote: ‘You and your clothes,’” Din recalled, raising an eyebrow at you. Thoughts of that hole in the earth’s crust that you yearned for returned. “I managed to persuade you to change into the swimsuit you had packed after I told you about the spa here. Luckily you did so and when I returned to the bathroom, you really went to town. Including splashing me until I got in alongside you,” Din said with a chuckle.

“Din… I’m so, so sorry.” You said, in disbelief.

“Don’t worry about it!” Din exclaimed. “It was honestly hilarious. I haven’t laughed like that, until my ribs hurt, for a long, long time.”

Visions of Din without his shirt on in the bathtub next to you came rushing back. Memories of breathless kisses, laughter and grazing your hand along his tanned, muscular skin. You would have felt a pang of desire, were it not for the sheer embarrassment of the fact you had behaved like such a child in front of him. Knowing that you and Din had been in such proximity in a state of undress left you with another burning question, one that you were unsure you wanted the answer to, but knew you needed to ask.

“Did we uh…” you cleared your throat slightly, unsure of how best to phrase it. “Where did you sleep?” You added, your voice barely above a whisper. 

You didn’t want to ask him directly about whether you had slept together, but fortunately, Din understood the implications of your words and you didn’t have to press him for more details. You couldn’t imagine that he would have taken advantage of you in that way. But then again, you had not known him for too long…

“After putting you to bed, I went back to my own suite and slept in there with Grogu. You were uh… pretty wasted and I didn’t want to take advantage of you,” Din said solemnly. You believed him entirely and let out a deep sigh of relief that he had behaved exactly as you would have expected. You didn’t have a way to respond with words yet, so Din moved to reassure you further. “Please, don’t be too upset or embarrassed. I’m not mad at you. I’m just glad that I had my own room so you didn’t disturb Grogu. There’s no harm done. It was a Friday night, and we both overindulged a little. I had a great night with you.”

“Thank you, but I am still mortified,” you groaned, grabbing a pillow and holding it over your face. Try as Din might to reassure you, your embarrassment was not going to dissipate that easily. 

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, sunflower,” Din smiled, using the adorable nickname he had informed you of the previous night. “Honestly, I had a great time with you. I enjoyed our meal in the little noodle bar far more than some fancy restaurant. The hot tub was fun too, I’d like to revisit it with you, now that we’re both sober…”

“Thanks, Din,” you smiled up at him, feeling significantly less embarrassed than you had when he had first entered the room.

“Plus, now that you’re sober, I did want to do….” Din leaned in and joined his lips to yours in the most gentle, almost timid, kiss. “...This,” Din whispered as he pulled away from you and rested his forehead against yours, smiling softly.

You exhaled sharply at the contact. You marvelled at his gentle touch, despite his hulking, muscular form. A muscular form that you once again remembered you had seen with your own eyes the previous evening in the bathroom, your eyes drinking him in hungrily as he had torn his soaking shirt off and swung a toned leg over to join you in the hot tub. You remembered too, the sloppy breathless kisses that you had given him as you sloshed around together in the warm waters. Clearly, Din was not mad at you. He had not taken advantage of you. Sure, he probably thought you were a little strange, but wasn’t that kind of true? And wasn’t Din himself more than a little unconventional? You tried not to panic and just let yourself enjoy the moment that was happening between the two of you.

“Din, my breath stinks!” You giggled as he pulled away from the sweet kiss.

“I don’t mind,” Din said sweetly, a smile that made the little crinkles at the edge of his eyes more pronounced. “But… Why don’t you get yourself ready and then we can think about sourcing some food? We can either go out. Or, I hear this hotel has pretty fantastic room service with all expenses charged to my company’s account…”

“Sounds perfect,” you purred like a contented cat, leaning up to kiss his stubbly cheek.

“Okay. See you soon, sunflower,” Din leaned down to give you one last kiss before he left.

You were embarrassingly giddy as he left. Not least because of how handsome he looked in the tight black henley he was wearing, which pulled at his broad shoulders and chest in all the best ways. No, you were so amazed by how comfortable you felt around him. The previous day when Din had met you outside of work, you just knew that you couldn’t face a fancy restaurant with all its pretension. So many times in your life, you would have felt terrified to vocalise your true emotions. You would have pushed aside your discomfort for the sake of satisfying others and not hurting their feelings.

Yet, the way Din had looked at you, his brown eyes regarding you as though you were the most remarkable sight in the entire world, you knew that you could vocalise how you truly felt to him. You just wanted to hang out with the man who had such kind, gentle brown eyes that had been the object of your daydreams near-constantly since the first time you had laid eyes upon him in the entrance hall of the museum. 

It seemed that Din wanted the same for you, to be comfortable and happy with him. You were communicating your feelings surprisingly well which was a change from all of your other relationships, talking about those things did not always come so naturally to you. Yet, somehow, with Din… it just did. You had just clicked with him in a way that you couldn’t quite explain. He felt thrillingly new and comfortingly familiar all at once. The way he had just spoken to you, the gentle kiss that he had given you, it was intoxicating – as intoxicating as the Chinese liquor you had overindulged in the previous evening. You didn’t want to mess this up.

You tried not to overthink what had happened between the two of you the previous night, tried not to devote too much of your energy by driving yourself crazy by trying to fill in the gaps of your memory that had been filled by the almost full bottle of champagne that you remembered drinking when you had made it to your room while Din went to check on Grogu. Drunk you did not remember things for a reason. It was better to take Din’s word for things and not stress yourself out over what had come before.

Now, you would enjoy the rest of the day in the company of the man who made your heart soar whenever you were close to him. You were determined to push those distressing, depressing thoughts about your drunken antics to the back of your mind and trust Din’s word, that he was not mad at you and that you had nothing to worry about. You couldn’t wait to brush your teeth and have a shower to hopefully feel more human before you went next door to greet your boys.

But not before you had pulled out your phone and texted Ria, though. She wouldn’t believe all that you had gotten up to… 

[ilovemando] 13:14: riaaaaaa… so i ended up in a hot tub with din last night

[thisistheslay] 13:15: BESTIE?! SPILL IT ALL RN!!

And you did. Your best friend was more convinced than ever that the man you were dating was involved with some type of organised crime. You just laughed it off. If Din was hiding such a big secret from you, then he must have been the greatest liar who ever lived.

* * *

You spent the next couple of weeks seeing Din whenever your schedules allowed. He had come to your neighbourhood a couple of times and you had had dinner together, or taken Grogu to the park. He was still slightly vague on details of where he lived and worked, but you tried not to overthink it. If he was the boss of an organised crime gang he was a very caring, sweet and handsome boss of an organised crime gang and you were not inclined to bite the hand who fed you. Din had treated you to nice meals in restaurants close by, but now you felt like it was time to repay the favour, by treating Din to dinner. 

You had never professed to be the best cook in the world, but cooking a meal for someone you loved was one of your love languages. You wanted to show your affection and appreciation for everything Din had done for you by making him a nice meal in your cosy little flat. Regardless of Din’s line of work and how lucrative it evidently was for him, he was still a long way from home. Even though you hadn’t discussed any friends and family that Din had, apart from Grogu, you were sure that he must miss them, if he even did have any. Din seemed like a naturally caring person with a lot of love to go around, it seemed impossible that he would not shower his loved ones with affection.

Din had never really talked about friends or family and you had not pushed him for details, sensing that his silence must be for a reason. Perhaps it was too painful to think about how far from home he was. So you did not broach the subject, even if you were a little curious. 

It was the main reason that you wanted to welcome him into your home and cook a nice meal for him, but it was not your only motivation. Besides that night in the hot tub, which was initiated by you while drunk, you and Din had not done much physically together yet, besides some passionate goodnight kisses outside restaurants or your flat when he had dropped you off. Things had never been able to escalate as he always needed to return home to be with Grogu. But tonight, Grogu would not be around – he was being cared for by Kuiil at Din’s cottage. It would just be the two of you in your flat. Tonight, you hoped that things would finally change.

Your meal preparations had gotten off to a shaky start once you had realised that in your haste to return from work and begin cooking, you had forgotten to pick up your favourite cheap wine and a slightly more indulgent cheese to serve with the pasta on the way home. Fortunately, you lived in an enormous city and the nearest shop was less than a two-minute walk away so you had managed to grab the missing ingredients without setting yourself behind schedule too much. It seemed a bit intense to have a to-the-minute schedule, and you supposed it was really, but you could be so scatterbrained sometimes that it seemed a necessary step for the two of you to have a nice evening together. With a detailed list of everything, you could fully relax, safe in the knowledge of when every course needed to go in the oven to be ready. It kind of felt like something from one of those awful reality shows where people took turns to host dinner parties that you watched as a guilty pleasure sometimes. Tonight, you were determined to get a 10 from Din… in every department.

Back home, you began chopping the ingredients and frying them. As you wandered back through the living room, you found yourself stopping and staring at the black screen of your TV. You marvelled at how long it had been since you had watched an episode of The Mandalorian. This was the precise occasion when you would have ordinarily had an episode on in the background. Somehow, the thought of turning it on had not even crossed your mind until now.

The show that had formerly had such a hold of your life seemed to be having diminishing influence as you spent more and more time with Din. You still talked to your internet friends every day, especially Ria, but you had found once you had started dating Din that your thoughts of Mando had slowly been replaced by daydreams of Din’s broad shoulders enveloping you in a tight embrace and the way his kind brown eyes always gazed at you so adoringly. It was probably a positive change, you mused. Living in the real world was undoubtedly healthier than the fantasy world you had occupied with Mando. Nonetheless, you were sure that as soon as the first trailer for the third season dropped, you would return to the height of your Mandalorian obsession. Perhaps you would have even discovered Din’s feelings towards the show then and the two of you could watch it together, cuddled up on your couch. 

You poured yourself a glass of wine as you cooked, sipped it slowly and savoured the fruity flavour as you simmered the sauce. You had cheated slightly, with store-bought garlic ciabatta to start with and tiramisu for dessert. But it had been a long week of work after all and you wanted to be able to spend time with Din once he arrived. You looked at your watch and realised that it wouldn’t be long until he arrived, so you hastily got yourself ready to welcome him, practically vibrating with excitement at the thought of finally having some alone time with the handsome man you were dating.

You were checking yourself over one last time in the mirror, making sure that you were happy with your hair and make-up, when your eyes widened in horror. There were the Mando figures on your dresser in your room that you did not want Din to see. You strode across the room, opened the top drawer and swept them in there with your arm, out of sight. You breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that you had spotted them. You weren’t sure what Din would think if he saw that you had figures, perhaps he’d think you childish. There was your poster too, hanging above your bed, but there was nothing you could do about that. You were less embarrassed about that too, it featured art from the first season which was tasteful and not too immature. Din probably wouldn’t even notice it, given that he was apparently not a fan of the show.

You returned to the kitchen and continued cooking, with one eye frequently drifting to the clock on your oven, counting down the minutes until Din would be with you. You had told him to come at seven p.m. and sure enough, at seven on the dot, there was a knock at the door. You checked your reflection in the mirror, adjusting your hair and shirt slightly, wanting to look your best for Din as always. Then you practically galloped down the hall, towards the door.

“How long have you been standing there?” You asked with a laugh after you had excitedly flung the door open. His timing was too perfect to be a coincidence.

“Five minutes. Didn’t want to freak you out by being early, but didn’t want to be fashionably late because I couldn’t wait to see you,” Din replied as he entered your flat. He placed his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately, you groaned in response, having missed the sensation of his lips on yours after not seeing him for a few days. 

Once you were released from his embrace you were able to take in his outfit choice. You approved of it completely. Din was wearing a light blue button-down shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders due to its form-fitting cut and tight black trousers that showed off his muscular legs perfectly. Somehow, despite the tight embrace that he had enveloped you in, you now noticed that he was also holding what seemed to be an expensive bottle of red wine in one hand and a bunch of flowers in the other. You noticed, with a smile, that the flowers he was holding were sunflowers. He was the sweetest man in the world, you were convinced.

“I brought you these,” Din smiled, shyly holding up the bottle and sunflowers so you could get a proper look at them.

“Thank you, Din,” you replied, placing a kiss on his cheek as you took the sunflowers and placed your nose against the soft petals, inhaling deeply. They smelled gorgeous and you were so grateful for how thoughtful he was.

“You look stunning, by the way,” Din complimented you, making a point of trailing his eyes up and down your body so you could see how much he appreciated your outfit.

You weren’t used to going out of your way to make yourself look nice, especially not on a Friday night after a long week of work. Yet you had found that you actually appreciated the routine, that little bit of time you had taken to make yourself look and more importantly feel good. Din certainly seemed to appreciate the effort you had made, given the way he was gazing at you, warm brown eyes darkening with desire. If you didn’t return to the kitchen soon, it seemed that things might escalate before you could serve the meal you had devoted so much effort to. 

“Thank you for the flowers,” you replied as you took the sunflowers and hunted for a vase to place them in. They would be the perfect centrepiece for the small table in front of the window in your kitchen that you and Din would sit at to enjoy your meal.

“You’re welcome, sunflower,” Din smiled, using your nickname freely now, no longer embarrassed after the way he had blurted it out in the noodle shop that evening when you had both indulged in perhaps a little too much baijiu. 

Din followed you into the kitchen as you successfully found a vase and filled it with some water, before placing it in the centre of the table where you would eat. Then you flipped the switch on the kettle so it would boil for the pasta and fished out a pair of glasses for the cheap wine that you had already enjoyed one glass of. It would allow you to chill the bottle Din had brought in the fridge while you made a start on the first bottle.

“You know, you kind of look like that actor who advertises this wine,” you observed as you poured Din a glass, reasoning that you should start with the cheap wine you had bought and work your way up to the nicer, more expensive bottle that Din had brought, to be savoured with your meal. 

“Everyone says that, but I can’t see it myself,” Din said with a small pout.

“Really?” You said in surprise. “Seriously, you do. It’s kind of uncanny, actually.”

“Hmmmm, whatever. I think I’m more handsome though,” Din said, raising an eyebrow as he took the first sip of the wine. You thought you saw him wince slightly at how it burned a little, which seemed a little ridiculous after the strength of the alcohol that you had observed Din drink like it was nothing back at the noodle bar.

“You are,” you smiled adoringly at him from across the kitchen.

It was time to salt the water and put the pasta on. You had thought Din might relax in the front room while you cooked, but you were mistaken. The man seemed perfectly happy to just exist in your orbit as you pottered around the kitchen, making the dinner that the two of you would soon share. It was comforting how much the two of you were at ease in each other’s presence, despite the short amount of time you had known each other. It was hard to believe that it had been a matter of weeks, rather than several months, since you had met Din on that fateful night in the museum, it felt as though you had known him for much longer. Din and Grogu had wormed their way into your heart with alarming quickness.

Later, after finishing your meal – which Din had assured you was delicious – you sighed in contentment as you cuddled up to Din on your couch. The two of you were watching a cheesy rom-com that had been suggested to you on Netflix. Well, watching was an overstatement. You soon lost track of what was going on in the movie. Din’s lips had proved more entertaining to you than the same old rehashed romance movie. You moaned softly as his tongue explored your mouth, his hand cupping the side of your jaw while another rested on the back of your head, the two of you wrapped in a tight embrace. Din’s kisses were rendering you more and more breathless with their increasing neediness, and it was difficult to find a comfortable position on the sofa without sacrificing the closeness that the two of you ached to feel. You decided that it would be best to take this elsewhere. If Din was up for it, of course. 

“Do you want to take this to my room?” You panted, breath hot against the shell of his ear. You had surprised even yourself with your boldness, but Din was seemingly waiting for you to make the first move.

“Show me the way,” Din whispered, his brown eyes dark with lust as he met your gaze.

You stood up from the couch on trembling legs and offered him an equally shaky hand, which Din gladly took. You helped him to his feet, admiring the size of his hand against your own. You were constantly stunned by how impossibly large Din seemed compared to you, with his broad shoulders and looming presence… you wondered if that was true of every part of him. Mercifully, it was a short walk down the hall to your room, where you hoped you would finally have your questions answered. 

“Din, please,” you whined, you wanted him badly as you had barely pulled him into your bedroom before his lips were on yours again.

Your kisses continued for a few more seconds before you found yourself taking the lead somewhat, pushing him against your bedroom door as you kissed him ardently. Despite how much bigger and stronger he was than you, Din seemed more than happy for you to take control like that. You placed your hands underneath his shirt, moving them across his muscular abdomen, admiring how firm yet soft the skin you felt was there. You began to wonder about removing clothes and leading Din to where you had always wanted him to end up since the first moment you ever saw him, your bed. 

But then everything changed.

The moment that had been developing as a simmering heat between you and Din, that tension that had been apparent since he had first walked through your door earlier didn’t just stop in its tracks. It derailed into a ball of fire. 

Your heart sank as you felt Din stiffen all around you and break away from the kiss. You felt terrible, clearly running your hands across his skin like that had been a step too far. But your guilt turned to confusion as you noticed the way his eyes were fixated on a spot somewhere over your shoulder. It was as if Din had suddenly seen a ghost. He pulled away from you immediately, standing to his full height. 

You felt incredibly small and unimportant; suddenly he had gone from looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world to not even being able to look you in the eye. Was this too much, too soon? Or was he just not that into you?

“I’m sorry, did I push you too far?” You said, awkwardly. You felt mortified that you had presumed something that he clearly didn’t want, despite how passionately Din had been kissing you, only a few seconds ago.

“I just… I can’t do this…” Din said, closing his eyes and swallowing deeply, refusing to look at you.

“Din, I’m sorry,” you said, eyes filling with tears. “If you aren’t attracted to me, I get it, I’m so sorry if I was forcing you to do something that you didn’t want.”

“No, not at all!” Din exclaimed, a look of horror in his eyes as he placed his hand under your chin and tilted it up towards him. “You are beautiful. So gorgeous, so funny, so intelligent. I don’t know what’s up with me. Maybe it was the wine… I just…” Din sighed. There was more that he wanted to say, but for some reason, he was holding something back from you.

“Okay, Din,” you said quietly, still unconvinced by his response.

“Look, sunflower, I really messed this up and made things horrifically awkward. It’s nothing you have done, nothing at all. The time I’ve spent getting to know you recently, it’s the happiest I’ve felt for years. Will you please let me make it up to you, maybe come and visit me and Grogu next weekend? I promise I’ll get a handle on things. I promise it’s nothing you’ve done.”

“I’d like that.” You nodded.

“Good,” Din whispered as he leaned down to kiss you softly again. “Please don’t ever doubt how attracted I am to you. You’re beautiful. I had the best time tonight. I love spending time with you, this kind of intimacy is just… it’s new for me, I suppose,” Din sighed in frustration. “I really am sorry about ruining our night.”

“It’s okay, Din. It’s new for me too… or well, I’m out of practice I guess,” you confessed. The most romance you had had for a few years longer than you’d like to admit came in the form of fanfiction, which made the prospect of having a man that you were incredibly attracted to right here in your room suddenly somewhat terrifying, now that the moment had passed.

“I should probably go, I know I was planning to stay a little later but I’m needed on s– uh… at work – early in the morning, anyway,” Din informed you. It sounded as though he was going to say something different than he was just going to be at work, but he had corrected in time and you hadn’t quite caught what he meant.

“That’s fine, Din. Thank you for the flowers and the wonderful evening. I really enjoyed having you over,” you smiled at him, cupping his chin in your hands again.

“Thank you for having me,” Din smiled, kissing you softly.

You walked to the door, hand in hand. Din said he would head downstairs and call his driver. The fact that he had an entire driver at his beck and call and could take a ride whenever he desired was still slightly absurd to you. But you were mostly done with being surprised by the embarrassment of riches that were at Din’s disposal. After all, you were rarely reminded of his financial situation when you spent time with him. Despite everything, Din was still incredibly humble and down to earth. So unlike snooty members of the aristocracy that you had unfortunately encountered several times at work.

“See you at the weekend,” you smiled as you leaned in for one last kiss.

“Goodnight, sunflower,” Din replied. Then he was gone.

As you cleaned the dishes from the dinner party you had to deem it a success, despite whatever had overcome Din in your bedroom. You vowed not to overthink it, you know he wouldn’t want you to do that. He had made it perfectly clear that he was attracted to you. You were excited for the following weekend when he would let you into his life a little more by inviting you to his house. It was a very sweet gesture from him, a sign that he was loosening up a little.

With the dishes washed and stacked, it was time to get ready for bed. As you went about your nightly routine, you found your mind wandering to the warm skin that you had felt beneath Din’s shirt and the way his eyes had darkened with appreciation at the sight of you when he had first walked through the door. 

You pushed the door open to your bedroom and glanced at the poster of The Mandalorian which hung above your bed. You sighed as you shut the door and mourned at how you had been so close to finally ending up in bed with Din. Although you mused, perhaps it was for the best that your first intimate encounter would not be underneath Mando’s steely, unrelenting gaze…

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