#Dina fanfic

[san8ny]

if you don’t mind can you do mom Dina x fem mom reader who meet through a mommy and me class (both of them are single moms bc I don’t like cheating 😭)

YOU’LL HAVE TO MISS ME - Dina x Fem! Reader

an: first dina stuff, i love her sm :(

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Grief was a funny thing.

It was both subjective, and difficult.

Anyone can feel grief, yet deal with it differently than otthers would.

Before you sister passed, did you have the best relationship? Fuck no.

So, why did you feel obligated to drop everything and take in her bastard child?

Gurbles and burps interrupt your bleak thoughts as you look at the child tiredly through your view-finder, car parked infront of a place commonly recommended to you.

Once the minute has passed and you feel lesser anxiety, you unbuckle your seatbelt and exit the vehicle, opening the backseat door to your 5-month old niece, strapped in her baby carrier securely with a pacifier in her mouth.

You stare at her blankly, trying to fight the small smile that makes it’s way to your face as you pick her up, up and at ‘em, putting her on your hip as you gather her small bag of items on your other shoulder. This mommy shit was starting to grow on you. Just a few months ago, you were living in your cramped studio apartment with barely anything in the fridge to feed yourself, and now you had filled it to the brim with formula and starter food.

You’re sat in a circle with other women, mostly olders with you and some other girl being the obviously younger ones. Some women stare at you in what seems like respect, and others in blatant pity, probably whispering in contempt about how disgusting it is you got knocked up so young.

If only they knew, a tick reads in your head.

There’s an overly joyous women leading this, who you can only assume is the instructor, asking you all in an overly-babying and condescending voice what your names were.

Once it gets to you, you blink a few times, gathering what to say.

“We’re wearing name-tags though..”

“The babies can’t read, silly!”

Your face turns a shadely plum as you clear your throat, not what I meant..

“Right..”

You eventually say your name begrudgingly, the baby sitting on your lap letting out another comedically timed burp that you only softly pat her back at.

“Alright, now, we’ll turn to our shoulder partners and introduce eachother to one another!”

You nod to yourself as turn to the woman besides you, a child slightly older than your own sitting on her thigh.

“Uh, what’s your name.” You ask, tone less than a general asked question. She answers nonetheless— not that she had a choice.

“Dina.”

You nod in acknowledgment, looking anywhere but at her to fill the quiet gap. She was pretty to say the least, looks ‘round your age..maybe even slightly older, but not dramatically. You tell her your own name as you take out a warm bottle for your niece from your cross -bag.

“How old is he?” Dina whispers, leaning back now with her child on the blanketed floor, crawling.

He? Can you even blame her? The baby was wearing an ugly onesie your ex at the time found at a Five&Below when you initially (abruptly) were granted custody which albeit, was a tad too big for her at the time but came in handy now, reminding you bittersweetly of how you had to drop out of college to become a mother quickly.

“Oh, uh, she’s 5 months right now.”

Dina looks at you with slightly widened eyes. “5 months? You look great..” She somewhat compliments.

You thank her, awkwardly chuckling as you place the infant laid on the blanketed floor back into your arms securely,

“They have a dad’s day next week, y’know?” She informs you, smiling as she not-so subtly drinks you in,

“Thank you for telling me, but, uh, she doesn’t have a dad.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah..”

Dina looks at you solemnly, “I’m so sorry for your loss..”

“No! No! He’s not dead, I mean, I wouldn’t know him in the first place but—“

“Oh! Well, that isn’t anything to be shamed for! Sexual liberation is progression, you’ll find him one day—”

“This is my niece.” You finally get across, massaging your temples at the misinterpreting while Dina’s mouth gradually forms an ‘O.’ You remind yourself of why these sessions were going to be a pain in the ass.

Speaking of sessions, this thing was longer than you expected..

Dina speaks up again shortly after a while, apologizing for her quick mouth as you wave a hand in dismissal, it wasn’t her fault, but she felt some sort of guilt for her brashness. “It’s fine, I get it all the time. Not easy explaining but i’m use to it.”

“Yeah, I get you. My uh, ex-boyfriend died some time ago, so i’m constantly assuming anyone who’s in here has got a similar situation.” Dina says softly, her tone a bit bittersweet as she recalls her former, now deceased, partner

Ah..

You both begin conversing as the time goes by— swapping eachothers babies to hold, talking about backstories, etc— coming here was semi worth it.

Eventually, Dina and you exchange numbers when the time comes, you bite your chapped lips as she walks herself to her ride, a red-head in the drivers seat who taps away at the steering wheel quite impatiently. Girlfriend maybe? You tsk at the discouraging thought, walking yourself to your own car and getting your, now asleep, niece inside her car-seat.

“MILFS, huh..” you murmur to yourself, fiddling with the scrapling of paper with her digits on as you start the engine before throwing it out the window. Fuck were you saying? You didn’t have time for this shit.

“We don’t have time for this, huh?” You murmur to the baby, smiling softly as you begin driving.

[adorabowl7]

salmeh x dina x sara 🥰🥰

A/N: polygamy. how is this gonna go? ok, let’s try this.

Sara, Dina, and Salmeh were best friends. 

They rusted, musted, crusted, and dusted.

They wheezed, sneezed, and ate peas.

They shopped, they flopped, they mopped, and most importantly, they wapped.

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“I’m gonna roll myself up, in a big ball and die...” ~Frank Sinatra (That’s Life)

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They owned various amount of pets.

Sara dearie owned 2 snakes, 3 meerkats, 7 hamsters, 10 moths, 4 baby kangaroos, and 1 spider.

Dina dearie owned 7 pterodactyls, 1 Thanos, 4 horsefishes, and 9 flounders.

Salmeh (not) dearie owned 1 salmon fish, 7 tuna fishes, 8 wild chihuahuas, 10 hornets, and 2 kittens.

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Sara, Dina, and Salmeh all lived in the same country, same house. The floating house in Ukraine. 

Occassionally they would go visit Romania to meet up with Dracula Vlad Tepes, Alucard, Belmont, and that Evil Bishop (’s grave)

They would also go to South Korea to meet up with BTS boys. 

They would also go to Etheria to meet up with the Rebellion 

They also time traveled to the year 2100 to visit Kipo during the post apocalypse and the reign of Scarlemagne. (okay okay OKAY)

They would also travel to Asgard to meet up with Loki, Thor, Odin’s grave, Frigga’s grave, and Hela’s grave (sis don’t even got one lol)

They would also travel to New York to go to the Avenger’s tower to meet up with the Avengers. (the good ones are dead tho)

They would also go to London to meet up with the amazing chef, Gordon Ramsay. (no comment)

Yeah, you could say they traveled A LOT. The whole world basically knew them. Even other planets/realms knew them.....

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The times they stayed home, they had lots of phun (fun aha).

They ran around the huge, very unstable mansion and played hide and seek.

They baked cakes and cooked foods together (which always went wrong so they were basically living off snacks).

They played truth or dare, prank called people, and catfished ppl online.

They summoned demons (mind you it’s a very unstable house), they made lots of stupid yet wheezetastic skits and they toilet papered their own house.

You could say, that they were living the dream. right? wrong!

It was all a dream.

They woke up at 7:30 AM, it was another school day. 

At least they would see each other at school and vibe.

WRONG! it was another dream.

They then woke up from their shared dream, while tearing up.

Sara was in the US, Dina was in Sudan, and Salmeh was in Iran.

It was all a dream. A beautiful dream.

But they can only hope for this to happen.

They can only hope to meet again soon.

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A/N: ahaha heyyyyy.....sorry.... *runs*