— CINNAMON GIRL ¹

2knightt is my fav outsider content blog ^_^

i have two polls and tou guys literally have to answer

like with dallas for example. YOU’RE the dallas in this universe and he’s YOU. like he’s totally obsessing over fictional you and is absolutely whipped for you after watching the movie ur in. id that makes sense

💜 ₊˚⊹ — lay me down

parring : dallas winston x platonic older f!reader

summary : pampering a drunk dally.

warnings : intoxication

age of paring : 18 - 20

extra : this comes from a completed one - shot project from wattpad that i had removed. orginal charaters (f!reader’s siblings in book) mentioned!

𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 was a guy who liked to party, no matter what day of the week it was.

he had been kicked out of a party hosted by tim shepard. not because he threw up all over his couch, also because he had enough alcohol.

you had never talked to tim like that but this one particular night he called your house phone letting you know dallas would stop by.

❝okay, uh huh, thanks tim have a good night.❞ you hung up the house phone and continued painting your nails.

❝y/n why were you talking to tim shepard?❞ your little brother charlie asked glancing between you and his book.

❝dallas is coming to stay the night, he isn't feeling very well.❞ you said shaking your freshly painted nails waiting for them to dry.

❝he iswnt gonnba slweep on ma bhed!❞ the eldest brother matteo yelled from the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth.

❝he won't teo..❞ you whispered as you waited worriedly for dally.

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗌? you thought till you heard a click of the front door.

charlie let dally in and closed the door as soon as he stepped inside the toizer household to prevent cold air coming in.

❝dallas are you okay!?❞ you whispered yelled trying not to give him a headache.

❝mhm yea m' tired.❞ you looked up at his eyes forcing themselves open.

❝charlie go call matteo and help dallas get comfortable, im going to set the bed for him.❞

you said as charlie groaned as a protest but still complied.

you ran inside your bed room and removed your clothes and stuffed animals outta the way. you even fluffed the pillows for him and got a blanket for him.

you turned to the noises of your brothers grunting to push dallas into your room, clearly struggling.

❝finally!❞ matteo yelled as you shushed him not wanting dallas to get irritated.

they left and you sat on your vanity chair and took off dallas boots and his leather jacket and placed it on a place he can easily spot it.

you placed the blanket as dally shifted his position to get more comfortable, you felt giddy knowing dally was safe in the comfort of your home.

❝good night dallas..❞ you whispered thinking he didn't hear you.

❝i love you y/n.❞ dallas mumbled in response and you replied with ❝love you more dally, get some sleep.❞

you grabbed chocolate coins from your jewelry box and placed them on top of the nightstand so dally could have a sweet treat when he woke up the next morning.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

— SHAMELESS

written by mina leigh ୨୧ , charlie mayhew 𝔁 gn! reader | wc 4K

summary. you stumble upon charlie playing with himself, moaning and whimpering your name. hearing him sound so pathetic and ridiculous gets you a little too excited. you enter and handle him.

labels. sub! charlie mayhew, dom gn! reader

warnings. religious themes, emotional manipulation, explicit physical tension, obvious power dynamic. suggestive language, anal penetration w/ fingers (character receiving). sexual themes. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. not enough sub charlie content, i was ravenous for it, seriously. he may be my new celebrity crush.

the church at night was always unnervingly quiet. the echoes of your footsteps on the cold stone floor seemed to bounce off the high ceilings, disappearing into the vast darkness above. the dim light of the candles scattered along the altar barely provided enough warmth to cut through the chill of the sanctuary. you weren’t entirely sure why you had come here tonight, but something had drawn you to this place, to him.

father charlie mayhew was always a figure of control — his rigid posture, his cold, watchful eyes, his unwavering adherence to the church’s rules. he carried himself like a man burdened with unseen weight, but no one ever seemed to notice the cracks beneath the surface. until tonight.

as you passed the confessional booth near the back of the sanctuary, a sound caught your attention. it was soft, barely audible at first — a low whimper then followed by a moan, a voice murmuring in the dark. instinctively, you stopped, listening.

❝ y/n …❞

the whisper of your name was unmistakable. it was desperate, broken, almost … pathetic. you smirked, stepping closer to the booth. there was a tension in the air now, something thick and heavy that made your skin prickle with anticipation. you pressed your ear to the wooden door, the grain of the wood cool against your cheek, and listened.

❝ y/n …❞

he said it again, your name spilling from his lips like a confession, filled with a kind of longing you had never heard from him before. the sound of it sent a shiver down your spine, stirring something deep inside you — something dark, something you didn’t quite recognize but welcomed all the same.

without hesitation, you pushed open the door to the booth, stepping inside.

there he was — father charlie mayhew, on his knees, his face all scrunched up, his pants down to his ankles, hand on his dick, trembling. his usual composed, controlled demeanor was gone, replaced by something raw and fragile. the sight of him like this, pent up, sent a thrill through you that you couldn’t explain. he looked so small, so pathetic in this moment, whimpering your name like a woman.

the man looked completely blissed out, his head thrown back his eyes screwed shut, he was grunting in pure pleasure.

you shut the door behind you softly, the sound making him flinch. his head snapped up, and his wide, panicked eyes met yours. for a moment, you simply stared at each other, the weight of the situation settling between you like an invisible force. he looked terrified, ashamed, like he had been caught in some great sin.

you felt a flicker of satisfaction at his fear. you had never seen him like this before — so utterly powerless. the rigid, controlling priest who always held himself above others now sat at your feet, trembling like a sinner before judgment.

❝ charlie,❞ you said softly, your voice cutting through the silence like a knife. ❝ what are you doing? ❞

he didn’t answer right away. his mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. he looked lost, confused, as if he didn’t know how to explain himself. he sat and shifted his legs to cover his hard - on, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

❝ i … i didn’t mean …❞ he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. ❝ i shouldn’t have —❞

❝ you were saying my name, ❞ you interrupted, stepping closer to him, your presence filling the small space. ❝ why? ❞

he flinched again at your question, his eyes darting away from yours. shame colored his pale features, and for a moment, he looked like he might try to deny it. but you didn’t let him. you knelt down beside him, so close now that you could feel the heat and his huffs of sexual frustration radiating off his trembling body.

❝ look at me, ❞ you commanded softly, your voice firm but not unkind. your hand reached out, fingers brushing against his jaw, tilting his face toward you. he hesitated for a moment, but then his gaze met yours. you just about crushed him when you leaned down putting your hands on his waist pinching them hard for support, as your forehead met his.

he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, and when he finally spoke, his voice was barely more than a whisper. ❝ i’ve… fallen. ❞

there was something almost pathetic about the way he said it, the words carrying the weight of his guilt. this was a man who had built his entire life on control, on denying himself the very things that made him human, and now here he was, confessing his failure to you.

❝ fallen? ❞ you echoed, your hand still gently holding his face. ❝ from what, charlie? ❞

his breath hitched at the sound of his name on your lips, and you could see the conflict in his eyes—the desire to pull away, to regain control, warring with the need to surrender. he was so close to breaking, and the thought of it sent a thrill through you. he had spent so long standing above everyone else, holding himself apart, and now he was crumbling.

you moved your hands down his waist. one grabbing his cock and another gently caressing his entrance.

you rubbed the slit, already lubricated with pre - cum. you then coated your fingers in your own saliva and spit right on his hole, he looked dazed. completely aware on what was going on yes, but not entirely opposed by your actions.

you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. ❝ tell me, charlie. ❞

his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if he were trying to gather his thoughts. when he spoke again, his voice was barely audible, a confession laced with shame. ❝ i’ve had thoughts… impure thoughts. ❞

you, with caution started pumping his tortured dick, gripping it tightly but with slow strokes. you started pushing your digits slowly into his ass, pushing in and out gradually. his body yearned for more as your fingers were coated in his juices and his hole kept sucking your fingers back in.

he grunted softly, his eyes furrowed slightly as you finger fucked him. perhaps from pain, besides this was his first time.

the admission hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. his face flushed with humiliation, and you could see the way his body tensed then relaxed, as if he were bracing himself for judgment. but you didn’t judge him. instead, you felt a strange sense of satisfaction at his confession, the knowledge that he had been thinking of you in ways he knew he shouldn’t.

❝ thoughts of me? ❞ you asked, your tone careful, measured.

he shuddered, his head dropping in shame, and for a moment, he didn’t answer. but then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded. you could feel the power shift between you then, the control slipping from his grasp as he sat there, trembling before you.

you let the silence stretch out for a moment, watching him struggle with the weight of his own admission. it was a strange kind of thrill, knowing that you had this power over him — a man who had always held himself so far above you, now kneeling at your feet, begging for your forgiveness, for your understanding.

❝ you poor thing, ❞ you murmured, your hand moving from his jaw to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. ❝ you’ve been suffering all alone, haven’t you? ❞

❝ j-just like t-that! ❞

you twisted your fingers around hitting his sweet spot, adding another finger for the fun of it. digging in deeper.

❝ y-y/n! im getting cl-close! ❞ he stuttered out in a moan as he nodded again, his breath shaky, and you could feel the tension in his body as he leaned into your touch. it was a subtle surrender, but it was enough. he was giving in.

you smiled, a slow, satisfied smile, and leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. ❝ you don’t have to suffer anymore, ❞ you whispered. ❝ you can let go. you can give in. cum by my fingers charlie. ❞

he shuddered again, his breath catching in his throat, and for a moment, you thought he might push you away. but then, slowly, tentatively, he leaned into you, his body relaxing just enough for you to know he had surrendered. he was yours now, completely and utterly at your mercy.

you pumped his cock faster, faster and faster. feeling his hole tighten up from the pressure, his pretty face glistening with sweat. moaning progressively louder in your ear.

he cummed, landing on his chest and hitting his bottom lip. he opened his eyes and looked at you almost lovingly, catching his breathe he asked ..

❝ kiss me. ❞

and so you did, he accepted it like it was his last meal. you easily won him in dominance.

❝ t-thank you .. ❞

❝ you’re welcome, ❞ you whispered, your fingers tightening slightly in his hair, pulling him closer. ❝ now, let me help you.❞

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

ur elliot x m reader fic was so fire .,,, i hope u make more of it 🙏

— SHOONG

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , elliot fike 𝔁 m! reader | wc 1100

summary. jules was on her way home, riding her bike she passed by your house. she nearly fell off puzzled and a small chuckle of disbelief came out her mouth as she saw you embrace elliot and kiss his lips, after you denied being more than friends with him. which leads the both of you getting interrogated by her and rue.

labels. awkward like very awkward, emotionally mature reader, stubborn reader, y/n is obsessed with elliot, heart eyes for elliot, shy elliot, reader is more physically and emotionally expressive than elliot.

warnings.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. i just needed to write something with elliot & male reader after remembering elliot admitted he fucked ❝ 4 to 3 ❞ guys when jules was interrogating him. sorry it isn’t to like smutty, hope you enjoy it either way. ♡

jules’s bike tires squeaked as she rode past the familiar stretch of your street, a shortcut she took almost every day. but something caught her eye today, something that nearly made her lose balance. her gaze snapped to the two figures standing near your front porch. she squinted, thinking maybe her mind was playing tricks on her.

but no. it was real. you — y/n —were standing too close to elliot, closer than just friends should. your hands gripped his jacket, your head tilted slightly, and then — oh god —you kissed him. on the lips.

her heart jumped, and she laughed under her breath, disbelief washing over her. she had asked, so many times, if there was more going on between the two of you. and every time, you denied it, brushing it off like it was ridiculous. but here you were, making out with elliot on your porch like it was nothing.

jules sped up, shaking her head. she knew exactly who to call.

you could feel elliot’s heart beating fast under your palm, the rise and fall of his chest uneven. his lips were soft, hesitant against yours, and you pulled back slightly, studying his expression.

❝are you okay?❞ you asked softly, your voice warm, concerned.

elliot blinked a few times, cheeks flushed. ❝yeah … just not used to this.❞

you smiled, brushing his messy hair back. ❝you’ll get used to it.❞

he bit his lip, eyes darting around nervously. ❝i mean … us. people seeing us like this.❞

you rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove. ❝we’re just two guys on a porch. who cares?❞

before he could respond, the front door banged open. you jumped back as if caught doing something illegal. there they were jules and rue, both staring at you, their faces a mix of amusement and shock.

rue was standing with the fattest fucking smirk on her face.

jules crossed her arms, eyebrow raised. ❝just friends, huh?❞

you froze, your mouth opening but no sound coming out. elliot scratched the back of his neck, glancing between the two girls and you. rue just smirked, clearly enjoying this too much.

❝looks like someone has some explaining to do, you caught bro❞ rue said, leaning casually against the doorframe.

you sighed, rubbing your face. ❝okay, fine. just .. come in. ❞

the four of you sat in your living room, the air so thick with awkward tension you could almost cut it with a knife. elliot sat beside you, his knee bouncing nervously. jules and rue perched on the couch across from you, their eyes laser - focused.

jules leaned forward, her voice slow and deliberate. ❝so. y/n. care to explain why you’ve been lying to us?❞

❝i wasn’t lying,❞ you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

❝oh, really?❞ she laughed bitterly. ❝because i distinctly remember asking if there was anything between you two. and you were like, ‘oh no, we’re just friends.’❞ making her voice ten times deeper as if she was mocking you purposely.

rue chuckles at that, fucking bitch you thought.

❝we were just friends,❞ you argued, glancing at elliot. his face was beet red, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. ❝things … changed, i don’t fucking know.❞

rue snorted. ❝yeah, clearly.❞

❝i hate you.❞

❝i love ya too.❞

elliot finally spoke up, his voice quiet but firm. ❝it wasn’t something we planned. it just … happened.❞

jules narrowed her eyes at him. ❝so you’ve been sneaking around?❞

❝i mean, i wouldn’t call it that .. nah.❞

❝no!❞ you protested. ❝we weren’t sneaking around. we just didn’t think it was anyone’s business.❞

jules stared at you, her expression softening just a little. ❝you know we’re your friends, right? you didn’t have to hide this.❞

❝it be your own people ..❞ rue sighed, joking attempting to ease the tension.

i mean elliot made a amused expression. it worked kinda.

you sighed, leaning back against the couch. ❝i wasn’t trying to hide it. i just … didn’t know how to explain it. elliot’s different. i’m different with him.❞

elliot turned to you, his eyes wide and surprised. you hadn’t really said that out loud before.

jules looked between the two of you, her gaze softening even more. ❝okay, fine. but next time, don’t lie to me. or rue. we deserve to know what’s going on in your life.❞

rue grinned. ❝yeah, especially if it’s like really fucking crazy.❞

you rolled your eyes but smiled. elliot finally relaxed beside you, his knee stopping its nervous bouncing.

❝so,❞ jules said, leaning back. ❝how long has this been going on?❞

elliot shrugged, looking to you. ❝a few weeks?❞

you nodded. ❝yeah, something like that.❞

rue chuckled. ❝damn. and here i thought y/n was all emotionally mature. guess even he can be stubborn.❞

❝i’m not stubborn,❞ you muttered.

elliot smirked, finally relaxing enough to tease you. ❝you kinda are.❞

it deadass be your own people …

you shot him a look but couldn’t help smiling. ❝fine. maybe a little. but only because you make it hard to think straight.❞

his face turned red again, and jules and rue burst out laughing.

❝oh my god, you two are so corny,❞ jules said, shaking her head.

❝yeah, but it’s cute,❞ rue added.

elliot leaned closer to you, whispering, ❝you okay?❞

you nodded, squeezing his hand. ❝yeah. we’re okay.❞

jules cleared her throat dramatically. ❝well, we’re glad you two figured it out. just… don’t keep secrets like that again, okay?❞

❝promise,❞ you said.

elliot nodded. ❝promise.❞

as they got up to leave, rue winked at you. ❝laters, use protection, chlamydia is in these days. ❞

you groaned, ❝get the fuck outta my house rue ...❞

elliot laughed softly, his fingers still laced with yours. and for once, everything felt right.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

HII!! it's me again with another request for the losers! >:D I didn't wanna bother you with too many requests but since you don't know what to write... I have an idea! What if a feminine Reader with the losers club who's into 'over the top' fashion like lolita or kawaii kei/cutecore wasn't ready to share that with the losers just yet, but they ended up finding out on accident one way or another. Feel free to change up the request however you like or however suits your style better! Thank you for your time!! (❁´◡`❁)

Also! Not sure if you have specific anons on your blog, but if you do could I be 🦢 anon? No pressure if you don't!!

— CUTE FOR THE SUMMER

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , losers club 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1100

summary. you had invited the losers over to your place without thinking about how your room was scattered with your, from what you thought, embarrassing interests. completely distracted, you hadn’t noticed your mom let your friends in and headed straight to your room where you were practicing your lolita style makeup. looking and appearing completely different from the person you are out in derry. you got flustered by compliments and questions ..

labels. hyper feminine reader, she/her pronouns, lolita style reader, happy go - lucky reader. reader is closest to richie toizer and eddie kaspbrak.

warnings. mild language, fluff, flustered reader, playful teasing

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. hey 🦢 anon, hope you’re doing well. sorry if i made too many drastic changes to your request. it helped me make it a tad bit easier to write. check out my rules to get a better understanding. hope you enjoy ml ♡

you adjusted the pastel pink bow on your head, tilting your face slightly in the mirror as you perfected your makeup. the lolita style had always been your little escape from the dreary life of derry. out there, you were just y/n — casual, approachable, nothing that would make anyone look twice. but here, in your room, surrounded by frills, lace, and soft pastel hues, you felt like your truest self.

you dabbed a bit more blush onto your cheeks, focusing so hard on getting it perfect that you barely noticed the distant sound of your mom’s voice downstairs.

❝y/n, your friends are here!❞

your heart stopped.

the losers. here. now.

you spun around, eyes wide as the sudden panic hit you. your room was a full display of your hyper-feminine interests: lace curtains, stuffed animals, intricate dresses hanging in the open closet, and makeup scattered across your vanity. you didn’t even have time to hide anything before footsteps pounded up the stairs.

the door burst open.

❝yoo - hoo, y/n!❞ richie’s voice rang out, loud and obnoxious as ever. he stopped mid-step, his mouth hanging open when he saw you.

behind him, eddie, beverly, bill, ben, mike, and stan filed in, each of their faces shifting from confusion to surprise.

❝holy shit,❞ richie muttered, adjusting his glasses. ❝what is this?❞

you froze, your face heating up faster than a kettle on a stove. ❝i — it’s nothing! i didn’t know you were coming up!❞ you stammered, frantically trying to pull off the bow.

eddie, ever observant, stepped closer, his eyes scanning your makeup. ❝wait, you did this?❞

you nodded, chewing on your lip nervously.

❝it’s … really good,❞ eddie said softly, a small smile forming.

❝yeah,❞ beverly added, tilting her head to examine you. ❝you look amazing.❞

you blinked, taken aback. ❝you don’t think it’s weird?❞

❝nah,❞ mike said with a shrug. ❝it’s cool. different, but cool.❞

richie grinned, recovering from his initial shock. ❝dude, you look like a doll. in a good way.❞

you felt your cheeks burn. ❝stop.❞

❝no, seriously!❞ richie teased, winking. ❝you’ve been holding out on us.❞

eddie elbowed him. ❝don’t be an ass. y/n, this is really impressive.❞

beverly nodded in agreement. ❝it’s not just the makeup. the whole style is beautiful.❞

stan, standing by the door, gave a small nod. ❝it’s not what we’re used to, but it suits you.❞

you swallowed hard, the overwhelming mix of embarrassment and gratitude bubbling up. ❝thanks, guys. i just… didn’t think anyone would understand.❞

ben smiled gently. ❝we’re your friends, y/n. you don’t have to hide anything from us.❞

bill stepped forward, his stutter barely noticeable. ❝y-you look h-h-happy like this. th-that’s all th-that matters.❞

richie clapped his hands together dramatically. ❝okay, okay, group vote — who thinks y/n should dress like this all the time?❞

you groaned. ❝richie, i swear —❞

everyone laughed, and the tension broke.

eddie nudged your shoulder. ❝but seriously, you don’t have to be embarrassed. we like seeing this side of you.❞

you glanced around at their smiling faces, feeling a warmth spread through you. ❝okay, but if anyone tells anyone outside this room …❞

richie threw his hands up. ❝scout’s honor!❞

beverly smirked. ❝your secret’s safe with us.❞

mike grinned. ❝besides, you look too good to keep it hidden forever.❞

you laughed softly, finally relaxing. ❝thanks, guys. really.❞

and as they settled into your room, cracking jokes and asking questions about your style, you realized that maybe, just maybe, being yourself around them wasn’t so scary after all.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

— CINNAMON GIRL ³

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , ponyboy curtis 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1000

summary. ponyboy reflects on y/n toizer’s unique ability to bring comfort and understanding into his life. he explores how her presence fills the void left by his parents and how she helps him navigate the complexities of growing up.

labels. ponyboy’s point of view.

warnings. mentions of grief, reflections on loneliness, and moments of vulnerability.

sometimes, it feels like i’m stuck in the middle of two worlds. darry’s world of responsibility and soda’s world of ease. then there’s me — floating somewhere in between, not sure where i’m supposed to land. i try to find peace in my books, in writing, in the quiet moments when everything isn’t so loud. but even then, it gets lonely.

that’s where y/n comes in. she has this way of making you feel seen, like you’re not just another face in the crowd. she listens when no one else does, really listens, and it’s something i’ve come to count on. she’s more than a friend; she’s family.

it was a saturday afternoon, and the house was unusually quiet. soda was at work, darry was fixing something in the garage, and i was stretched out on the couch with a copy of great expectations. the pages were worn, the spine cracked from years of reading and rereading, but it was still my favorite escape.

i was so lost in the story that i didn’t hear the door open until y/n’s soft voice broke through my thoughts.

❝you and your books, pony. always in another world.❞

❝that’s my favorite thing about you though.❞

i looked up, startled, but her smile put me at ease. she was standing in the doorway, her hands full of grocery bags.

❝what are you doing here?❞ i asked, setting the book down.

❝someone has to make sure you boys eat something other than bologna sandwiches,❞ she teased, walking into the kitchen.

❝you’re a lifesaver, i was just getting sick of bologna!❞

i followed her, taking the bags from her hands and setting them on the counter. ❝anyway, we’re fine, you know. darry’s been cooking more.❞

❝oh, i’m sure,❞ she said, her tone playful but unconvinced.

as she started unpacking the groceries, i leaned against the counter, watching her. there was something calming about the way she moved, like she belonged here, like she’d always been a part of our lives.

❝you don’t have to keep taking care of us, y/n,❞ i said after a moment. ❝we’re not little kids anymore.❞

she paused, looking over at me with a soft smile. ❝maybe not, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need someone looking out for you. and i don’t mind, pony. you guys are my family.❞

her words settled something in me, a reassurance i didn’t know i needed.

i love her so much, i hope darry marries her in the future.

later that day, after darry had joined us for dinner, y/n and i ended up sitting on the porch steps. the sun was setting, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink. it was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt full instead of empty.

❝do you ever feel like you don’t belong?❞ i asked, the words slipping out before i could stop them.

she looked at me, her expression thoughtful. ❝what makes you say that?❞

i shrugged, picking at a loose thread on my jeans. ❝i don’t know. it’s like … darry has his responsibilities, soda has his charm, and i just … i don’t fit. i’m not like them.❞

she was quiet for a moment, and i wondered if i’d said too much. but then she spoke, her voice soft but firm.

❝ponyboy curtis, you belong just as much as anyone else. you don’t have to be like darry or soda. you’re your own person, and that’s more than enough.❞

her words hit me in a way nothing else had. i looked at her, my throat tight, and nodded.

❝thanks, y/n,❞ i said quietly.

she reached over, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. ❝anytime, pony.❞

my face quickly warmed up as she kissed my forehead.

one of my favorite things about y/n is how she never makes me feel silly for the things i care about. when i talk about books or poetry, she listens like it’s the most important thing in the world. it’s a rare thing, to be understood like that.

there was a time last summer when i was working on a poem for school. i was stuck, the words refusing to come no matter how hard i tried. y/n had stopped by, her arms full of lemonade and cookies.

mm, my favorite.

❝what’s got you so frustrated?❞ she asked, sitting down next to me at the kitchen table.

❝this stupid poem,❞ i muttered, shoving the paper away. ❝it’s supposed to be about something important, but i can’t think of anything.❞

she picked up the paper, reading the half-formed lines with a small smile. ❝why don’t you write about your parents? or your brothers?❞

i frowned, shaking my head. ❝it’s too hard.❞

❝then write about something that makes you happy,❞ she said simply. ❝write about the sunsets you love so much, or how it feels when you’re reading a good book. it doesn’t have to be perfect, pony. it just has to be you.❞

her advice stuck with me, not just for that poem but for everything else i wrote after. she made me believe that my voice mattered, even when i wasn’t sure it did.

as the night wore on and the stars came out, y/n stayed on the porch with me, talking about anything and everything. she told me stories about her brothers, about the antics charlie and matteo got into, and i told her about a new book i’d started reading.

it was easy, being with her. like all the worries and doubts faded away for a little while.

❝you’re gonna do great things, pony,❞ she said at one point, her voice full of certainty.

❝you think so?❞ i asked, my voice hesitant.

❝i know so,❞ she said, smiling at me.

and for the first time in a long time, i believed her.

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🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (2) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ the beginning of the end, the initiation ceremony.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ angst, mention of pain inflicting, broken families, flashbacks.

extra ➵ thanks to @cafekitsune for banners, extremely special thanks to @helendeath for supporting this story! mind you this chapter is long, you are responsible for your consumption. first chapter here.

before you knew it, the following school year was rapidly approaching. apparently it was the perfect time for him to conceive the dark mark.

for whatever reason for father, lucius, thought it was best for your younger brother to receive the dark mark. not thinking about the mental toll it will bring him.

the next moment, you were in draco’s room helping him get dressed and ready out the door. you weee buttoning his blazer and you then ran you hand though his hair, keeping it down. you then sigh.

❝ are you ready? ❞ you asked in a soft spoken voice, genuinely curious about his wellbeing.

❝ i-i guess, still unaware how the process will go. ❞

you then sat on his bed, patting his silk sheets to a spot next to you. he took the hint and approached you and took a seat.

❝ well whatever you feel uncomfortable, just reach out to me okay? ❞

he replied in a hum, he cleared his throat forgetting how observant his older sister was. like the both of you were in a in a pact and however he felt it will affect how you acted.

❝ how did you, yknow deal with the aftermath of embedding of the mark? ❞ draco asked hesitantly, wondering how you would answer his question.

you then stared off into space, all of the sudden the ceiling captivated your attention as you vividly remembered how it went down.

it happened in a different circumstance, but that you couldn’t remember why and when it happened. you wanted to spare yourself from revealing to much or it would most definitely get your brother more anxious then he already was.

you were also sixteen years old when your left forearm was tainted with the mark. the bubbling of a cauldron filling your mind also being the center of attention, plus witnesses taking your branding as amusing.

the pain was excruciating. it felt as if you were being held in the one of three unforgivable curses, the cruciatus curse.

the noises of your soft cries and the hot tears streaming down your cheeks fillings your memory as the dark lord announced your current loyalty to him to the rest of the death eaters.

the glittering green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth was now visible, you rubbed and pinched your skin as you were trying to rub fast drying ink off your skin.

how much you needed to see your baby brother in that very moment.

the final vision you saw was back at the manor, you were embraced by your father and you choked back sobs as he caressed your head. trying to comfort his eldest daughter, narcissa with tears welling in her eyes wiped tears away from your eyes.

draco was only fourteen when this all went down, of course he want present due to his young age. he wasn’t aware until much later that you had the mark.

how much you pushed him away from you, afraid of how would then perceive you. how much he wanted to be there for his big sister but it hurt him how painfully obvious you wanted nothing to do with him until these uncontrollable feelings subsided.

as you told him everything he wanted to hear, you noticed how much facial changes he made. slowly and slowly worsening his mood as he took in how he sister handled that all on your own.

not even able to take a full breath in and out, you embraced him as tightly as you physically could. sniffing being heard as mumbled, because you laid your face into his neck.

❝ i-i just want you to know i will be always be here for you, im so worried for you draco! ❞

draco eyebrows furrowed, responding in a hug back is his breathing struggled hearing you be in undeniable pain hurtes him because what you faced will happen to him next.

just without emotional support from him, which filled him with guilt although it was never his fault. he was just to young and still naive.

❝ i hate for you to go through this alone and just knowing i can be present makes me so relieved you have absolutely no idea! ❞ you hiccuped, whimpering.

you let yourself from a hug you know he needed. both of hands grabbing his face and making eye contact with him. his eyebrows furrowed, in a frown as he desperately tried to blink his tears away.

your fresh manicured fingers in a gentle manner rubbed his eyelids, you then kissed his temple as you always did. it was evident that it worked.

you pressed your forehead together looking at each other in a platonically loving way. reminding you of back when the both of you were kids.

the malfoy family, besides lucius, were now present in knockturn alley. where draco’s death eater initiation ceremony will take place.

as evident as it was, knockturn ally wasn’t the same as before. previously full of life, color, & and people of every blood status, it was now dark, gloomy, and isolated. reminding you of malfoy manor in a way.

how you wished to be home at this very moment, knowing you needed to prepare for the worst.

dressed formally, hair laid down held up in a ribbon. you made sure that your robes covered the dark mark. people were still around and you needed to have social awareness.

you and draco, in a quick pace, followed narcissa. stealing rapid glances around it seemed to be clear, you continued followed your mother and swiftly grabbed draco’s hand as the closer you got to the location he almost stayed put.

as if he even had a choice. it pierced you but it was the truth no matter what. little did the both of you know, harry potter, hermione granger, and ron weasley were watching you from a distance.

❝ harry, is it me or do draco, his elder sister, and mummy look like three people who don’t wanna be followed? ❞ ron asked as he observed with harry, which led with hermione whipping her head around.

then there you guys were, as mentioned previously, narcissa entering into a alleyway. and the sight of you and draco holding hands and following right away.

the golden trip exited, staying in a logical gap between the malfoy’s. awaiting for what revelation was about to arise.

the long alleyway lead to a staircase leading down, letting go of draco’s hand and lifting your dress just a few inches of the ground to prevent any tripping.

the next turn lead to the site of where the initiation would take place. borgin and burkes. you and narcissa entered simultaneously while draco stayed out, he makes eye contact with you as you held the door open for him. the ceremony would begin shortly.

the both of you were being lead to another room where the vanishing cabinet was stored. as that was happening, the trio went onto the roof as quietly and sneakily as the possibly could.

harry then observed through a window how close you and draco were than he initially imagined. the noticed the small detail of the matching stacking ring on the same finger. he thought it was a soft touch but let those thoughts subside.

you and draco ran your hands over every corner and crevice of the vanishing cabinet and exchanged in small talk in form whispers before narcissa and distracted draco by planting a kiss on her only son’s cheek, while you looked at other items the antiquarian held.

then the reason why you were held up here commenced.

a group of voldemort-sympathisers, including bellatrix lestrange and fenrir greyback encircled an old cauldron containing a bright green potion and, in the centre of the circle stood draco.

as draco extended his left arm, the potion in the cauldron exploded with light and, quickly, the group dispersed.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧