#*my mom isn't copying me she just got sick of her hair

[luveline]

Hello! 💕 I love your work!

May I request a small drabble where Roan is at a stage when she's so fascinated with reader's makeup and outfits that Roan wants to copy her mom's style.

Thank you!

thank you for your request!! I know you sent it in April but I hope you can enjoy regardless! dad!eddie x fem!reader, 1.8k

Roan is trying to be respectful. She really, truly is, but this is her chance. She can hear you in the bathroom talking to her dad where he's sitting with his back to the closed door. Eddie hadn't paid Roan any mind when she walked past him into your room, because Roan isn't badly behaved. Well, usually. 

She knows she shouldn't touch your things without asking, but she just loves how you look before you go out with your friends —you'd traipsed down the stairs yesterday afternoon in a casual dress and flats with your make up all shiny and dewy and pretty— and she wants to look pretty too. 

She looks through your make up bag cautiously. She doesn't want to break anything. Eddie's laughing loudly now, and the door must be ajar because your voice is louder. You're telling a story, and Eddie's eating it up, he's practically shouting he's laughing so much. Roan stands up to go and investigate, but then she thinks maybe she won't get to do this again, so she sits back down and picks up a lip gloss. 

Roan jumps as you get out of the bath, a plastic pulling sound like skin rubbed against porcelain ringing down the hall. She's on high alert, and she's scared of being caught, and she definitely didn't think this through. She grabs your make up bag and flees to the wardrobe, throwing open the doors and climbing inside. She shouts the door behind her, holding her breath in the dark. 

You walk into the bedroom, Eddie on your tail. 

"I don't think you should hang out with her anymore," Eddie's saying, his voice still laden with laughter. 

"By that logic I should've stopped hanging out with you a long time ago," you say. You squeal like you've been pinched, adding, "A long long time ago."

"Yeah, you should've. Do you want to go anywhere, or are we putting our pyjamas on?" 

There's thirty seconds of relative silence and then sound. A plastic lid from your body butter, the bedside table lamp being turned on, Eddie coughing. Her dad's been sick this week, a cold Roan miraculously didn't catch. She made sure to give him extra cuddles and he healed up pretty fast. Roan the Healing Balm, he called her. 

"Nowhere," you say finally. A drawer rolls on its hinges. "Did you want to–" 

"Nah, just wondering. We need crackers for Ro's lunch tomorrow and toilet paper, but we can get those in the morning. That smells nice, what one is that?" 

"One you got me, uh, mandarin and something. Ylang-ylang?" 

"Smells good."

"You want some?" 

"I'm okay." 

"No, come here." 

Roan holds your make up bag closer to her chest. She pushes the door gently to widen a slit so she can spy on you. You're in pyjamas now, a towel wrapped around your hair, sockless and climbing onto the bed where Eddie's lying. He sits up. Roan's worried she'll be caught, so she lets the door fall back into place.

Mattress springs shift, and Eddie says, "It's cold." 

"Your arms are sooo long," you say simply. There's a smacking sound like a kiss. "And kissable! Who knew?" 

"I love you," Eddie says warmly. 

"I love you too…" There's another kiss. "You're pretty." 

"You're pretty," Eddie says. 

"Want a hug?" 

Eddie doesn't say yes or no. Roan peaks out through the gap again to find you kneeling at the end of the bed with your arms around his shoulders. He rubs your back, his tattoo looking darker than usual from the moisturiser. 

"Where's Ro?" you ask quietly, kissing the top of his head. "Maybe she wants a hug too." 

"She's being really quiet today," Eddie says, "I think she's up to something." 

You kiss his head again and peel away, brushing a curl from his eyes as you say, "You always think she's up to something. Your dad sense is on the fritz." 

"Probably. Hey, have you seen my big hoodie? I was thinking I'd take her out for a bit, push her on the tyre swing and burn off some mischievous energy." 

"Gonna wear it over your pyjamas?" you ask. 

"Duh." 

"I think it's in the wardrobe. If it's not in there it's in the laundry. I'm gonna go find my girl," you say. 

"I'll be right there," Eddie says. 

Roan holds her breath again as he approaches. She knows she's busted but she can't help trying to hide anyways, burying her face in her knees, hands around her legs, your make up bag lost in the folded jeans beneath her. The door creaks slowly, and Eddie gasps. 

"Oh, holy shit," Eddie says. "Holy sugar. Hey, babe, what the heck are you doing in there?" 

"What?" you ask. 

Roan lifts her head, a pout on her lips that begs for forgiveness. Eddie grins as soon as he's recovered from the shock of finding her, and you're wide-eyed from behind him.

"Well, there's my girl," you say, resting your hand on Eddie's thigh as you crouch. "Watcha doing? Who are we hiding from?" 

Eddie crouches down next to you, and you both look so happy to see her that Roan figures she might not get into trouble after all. Now that she can see, she picks up the stolen make up bag and offers it back to you. 

"I just wanted to try," she explains. 

You and Eddie look at each other. 

"Well, you shouldn't be in mom's things," Eddie begins, gently scolding as you accept the bag.

"All you have to do is ask, Ro," you finish. 

"I want to look like you," Roan says. 

Eddie smiles. "Come on. Get out of the wardrobe, babe, before we close you in." 

You elbow him as Eddie gets his hands under Roan's arms, helping her out of the wardrobe. She doesn't need help, but her dad is super strong and has her sitting on the big bed before she can blink. You follow with your make up bag in hand, sitting down with an excitement that wobbles the mattress. 

"What do you want, babe? Lip gloss?" 

"And the sparkly eyes," she says. They're imperative. 

"Oh, good choice," you say. 

You shuffle closer to Roan and pull out the white square of eyeshadow, flipping it open. There's lots of colours inside, but the best in Roan's opinion is a white that shines baby pink in the sun. Roan tells you what she wants, and you have her close her eyes, leaning in to take her chin into your hand gently. Your breath fans over her cheek. "Keep your eyes closed, lovely girl." 

Roan squeezes them closed.

"Not that closed!" you laugh. 

Roan relaxes. Carefully, softly, you pat eyeshadow onto her eyelids with your fingertip, humming little affirmative sounds under your breath. 

"Good girl," you murmur, blending the ends out with what feels like a different finger. "Just sit still, one more second." 

More patting. Roan tries not to move around, but her excitement has her shaking. After a few more moments you lean back. 

"All done, babe. You can open your eyes." 

Roan opens her eyes wide, the light nearly too bright. Eddie sorts through the stuff in your make up bag, interested, bottles and brushes clinking together. "Oh, hey," he says, lifting a tube up, "this colour?" 

It's the red-pink colour that Roan yearns for. She nods eagerly and you hold out your hand. You unscrew it and bring the applicator to her lips. Roan pouts, which makes you and Eddie smile in tandem. She has no idea why. 

You put a little bit on the centre of her lip and spread it out with your pinky finger. Roan is totally relaxed by your lap. 

"I need the shiny one too," you say. 

Eddie shuffles through your things and procures a clear lip gloss. "This?" 

"Yes, please." 

Eddie hands it to you and you uncap it deftly.

"Rub your lips together, baby," you say, demonstrating. 

Roan rubs her lips together. You brush the clear lip gloss on top of the pink and tell her to rub her lips together again, before smoothing a little bit of moisturiser over her face with kind fingers. You trace the heart of her face down to the chin and beam at her. 

"You look so pretty," you say, falling into the bubbly voice you and Eddie don't use so much anymore. 

Roan's chin dips inward shyly. Eddie pulls a compact from your bag and shows her the mirror part, and her chin quickly lifts. A blush rises to her cheeks as she turns her face one way and then another. 

"What do you think?" Eddie asks. 

Roan nods a bunch of times before she answers, not wanting to tear her gaze from the mirror. "I look beautiful," she says. 

"Yes, you do! You always look beautiful," Eddie says. 

"I need to put my dress on," Roan says firmly. She gives herself one last look in the mirror before sliding off of the bed and out of your reach. 

She races off. 

You and Eddie look at each other while she's gone, two pleased, stickying smiles. "She's so easy to please," you say. 

"No, you just spend the time with her. She loves you." 

You push your hand across the bed toward his thigh and lean on it, looking up at him with a teasing smile. "Want me to do yours, too?" you offer. 

"Definitely. I'll hold off on the dress, for now. I don't think I have one that'll fit." 

You lift your chin for a kiss. "Good idea," you say against his lips.  

"I'd look good though, right?" 

"You'd look amazing. You have the thighs for it." 

"I do, don't I?" he asks, pleased. 

You have your face on Eddie's leg when Roan comes back, his arms splayed across the length of your back, as though you've collapsed in on one another. She does a spin in her second nicest dress. 

"Do I look like you, mom?" she asks. 

You smile like you've won the lottery. "You look a thousand times more beautiful than me, sweetheart." 

Roan laughs and does another spin. Eddie hums unhappily because you're just as beautiful, but he has to admit that his girl looks good. 

"Let me grab the camera," he says. 

For once, Roan doesn't grumble. She poses for pictures and makes sure she has a bunch with you, too, even though you aren't wearing anything so nice as she is. 

"I'm gonna have that one printed," Eddie says after a flash.

"No you are not!" you say.

Eddie and Roan share a look. He's definitely having it printed. 

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[sombrashe]

The Hospitable | Part 3 | Day One

content non-binary oc (they/them pronouns), teenager oc, extensive death talking, canon familial death, explaining death to a child, survivor guilt, child oc

Stepping over my discarded bags I make my way to the bed where Marina now lies facing the ceiling.

"What's up, buttercup?"

"I miss Mommy."

"I do too."

"When is she coming?"

"She's not, it's just you and me now."

"Why?"

"Do you remember Nana Bela? How when everything started to get really cold and Nana got really sick? Do you remember what your Daddy told you?"

"Nana Bela is in heaven... is Mommy and Daddy there?"

"Yes, Mommy, Daddy, Ainsley, Maggie, Dom, everyone. They're all in heaven now. This train is the reason we're not in heaven with them."

Her sudden tears shatter my heart completely, I pick up the pieces enough to comfort her. Sitting down I wait until she crawls in my lap to wrap her in my arms. The hug is awkward with the amount of layers we have on but I don't stop until she pulls away. Looking up at me with damp cheeks I cup her face and wipe those tears away with my thumbs. I tap my forehead against hers.

"I know this is hard to understand and it's going to be hard, but I'm going to need you to listen to me no matter what now, okay? Just like how you listened to Mommy and Daddy."

She gives a simple nod and I know she isn't going to follow the rules. She's still just a baby. So I make a vow to myself. I will never get mad at her for anything simple again, no more older sibling complaints. I'm the adult now and I need to act like one. Smoothing her hair I stand and make my way back to the bags littering the floor. Picking them up one by one I place them in a row on the left side of the bed. My suitcase stays propped against the end of the bed waiting to be unpacked. Making sure to keep the right side clear I bring Marina to my side to assist me in unpacking. Starting with my original bad I open it to see it overflowing, a few items slip out and onto the bed and floor. Leaning down I pick up Shirley Temple and place her at the top of the bed. Going through the items I place everything in rows to get a real look at exactly what I'm left with. Ten pairs of socks and underwear, two pairs of full-body thermal underwear, an extra pair of jeans and a few pairs of plain oversized shirts, three brand new sudoku puzzle books, the entire Thirst series, a case full of mechanical pencils, pens, led and a polymer eraser. Moving a step over I let Marina pull everything out of her bag and match what she could. Fourteen pairs of socks, ten pairs of underwear, four pairs of thermal underwear, some shirts and pants, a cute sundress, three pairs of matching pajamas, two coloring books with plenty of crayons and pencils, and a few Little Critter books mixed in with some Berenstain Bears. She notices, trapped at the very bottom, a copy of The Little Mermaid and Moana.

"Okay, let's put some of this away, yeah? Make some more room so we can open the biiiig suitcase."

Marina grins and starts gathering socks in her arms with most of them slipping through and landing on the ground. Running she stands patiently. While her back is turned I gather the fallen items and open one of the top drawers. She simply chucks everything in there without care for order. Smiling I shake my head.

"Do you want the left or right drawer?"

She thinks about it deeply, her little hand resting on her hip mimicking our Mom's thinking pose. Finally, she taps her finger against her chin much like our Father.

"Right! Oh, please."

Taking a moment I slide the unopened drawer open and split our socks correctly between the drawers. Luckily Mom folded the pairs within one another so I don't have to worry about organizing them to fit. Walking over to the bed I explain to her to only grab her own underwear and place them neatly within her drawer. She does good and places them in order of days; Monday gets pink, Tuesday gets green, Wednesday gets purple, Thursday gets black and white cats, Friday gets yellow flowers, Saturday gets stripes and Sunday gets polkadot. Noticing, I follow suit, matching colors with one another. Making sure the drawers are nice and snug I pull open the one directly below. Using this one for my thermals I make sure she gets the third and last drawer for her own. Once the drawers have your sparse amount of clothes I close them tightly. Walking back to the bed I remove my parents' bags from the bed and set them gently on top of the desk to be opened later when Marina was sleeping. Gathering our collective book collection I put them on the small shelf built into the wall a few feet above the desk. Coloring books go in the top drawer and sudoku goes in the bottom drawer. Sighing I take a look around and take in just how little items we have. Keeping our folded clothes on top of the bed I lug the suitcase onto the bed with a deep huff. Jeez Louise. Before Marina can unzip the case I tell her we have to go through the front pockets first. She greedily rips open the top one and starts pulling things out without a care in the world.

"Marina, stop. STOP."

I don't mean to shout, but items are ending up on the floor and tears start as I pick them up. She shrinks into herself with a pout as I use the heel of my palm to remove the wet droplets from my bottom lashes. I give her a gentle forehead kiss and apologize, explaining that we really need everything to be organized or else we'll lose it. Smoothing her hair I hand her the pack of toothbrushes and toothpaste to run into the bathroom. A small room with a shower, toilet, and sink crammed into it. I don't see what she does with them but I do hear a drawer slide open and then snap closed. She runs back and holds out her pudgy hands wiggling her fingers to get more items. Finishing pulling everything out of the pockets I take inventory. A six-pack of toothbrushes and a three-pack of toothpaste, a full-sized Head and Shoulders shampoo with matching conditioner, a full-sized Aveeno baby wash, two full-sized CeraVe face washes, and a brand new pink waterpik. Handing the items off one by one Marina places them within the bathroom meticulously. When she returns she gives me a thumbs up and crawls onto the bed once more. I finally let her open the suitcase and we're met with loads of stuff. Where undergarments would normally be kept instead it's packed to the brim with velvet-wrapped hangers. Removing them all I take a moment to hang up the clothes already folded and waiting. Coming back from the closet I see Marina has already started to unpack. She mimics me and attempts to slip the clothes from the case onto the hangers but struggles as the velvet trips her up.

"Sissy."

She's starting to pout again and I make a deal with her. She hands me the clothes and I'll hang them up for her. She hands me ten shirts and five pairs of jeans all much too small for me and I wonder how Mom knew to pack stuff for Marina. Ignoring the nagging in my chest I robotically hang up her clothes. Her sundress and nice flower girl dress from Martha's wedding are hung up next. Next, she hands me two pairs of shoes, a pair of sneakers I've never seen before, and her glossy black flats. Placing them on the floor in the closet I walk back to her holding up our Mom's fancy event dress, black velvet that drapes over the body holding the wearer's shape. Biting the tip of my tongue I quickly hang it up and shove it to the middle of the closet, a small bit of wood hiding it from view. Next are all my clothes. Nearly my entire wardrobe is rolled and shoved into the bag, vacuum sealed bags were used to make room and I take a moment to open them as Marina struggles to follow suit. The first two are full of plain shirts and band tees, the next one is full of jeans, skirts, and shorts. At the bottom is a few extra plastic hangers that I use on my jeans while my skirts and shorts are shoved into my drawer alongside the few pairs of mismatched pajamas Mom shoved in. Finishing hanging everything up I shove the two pairs of sneakers, a pair of black heels, and a pair of basic flats into the closet. Any extra hangers are hung up and our now empty bags are placed on the closet shelf. Clicking the door closed I walk over and let myself fall face-first onto the bed. Marina follows suit and gives a dramatic sigh before patting me on the back. I smile to myself and look over at her, my cheek pressed against the mattress and I look her over. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, she peeks out to see me staring.

"I wanna walk around."

"Tomorrow, I promise. People are still finding their rooms. We'll get lost if we go out there now."

"But I'm hungry now."

She sighs and buries her head into the mattress again. Right, food. I nod and force myself off the bed. All the snacks must have been eaten or else Mom would have made sure a few were packed. No wait. I move myself over to the desk and pull Mom's tote closer to me and don't even have to rummage before a few snacks peek their way up at me. Pulling them out I realize half the bag is food. A half bag of family-sized Cheetos, unopened movie theater-sized bags of Nerds, Twizzlers, and Reece's, and a box of chocolate chip protein bars. Ripping open the box I grab three out and in the other hand, I grab up the Cheeto bag. Walking back to the bed I lay everything out. Opening a protein bar I place it in Marina's hand who happily starts munching away. Walking into the bathroom I feel relieved that there is already an unopened pack of toilet paper sitting wedged between the toilet and sink. Ripping the plastic open I stack remove a roll, put it on the holder, and rip off a few pieces to use as napkins. Before leaving I make a mental note of where Marina places all our toiletries and am pleasantly surprised at how well organized she is. Exiting the bathroom I hand over the paper and watch as she gently folds it before continuing to eat. Opening the second protein bar I have to remind her to eat slowly or else she'll get an upset tummy. Taking the third one for myself I finally force myself to look out the window and upon the darkening landscape. Nibbling on the bar I click on my phone. 87%. 6:27 pm. It's been six hours already? That doesn't feel right, but then again I have no clue what time I arrived. Chewing on my bottom lip I ignore the rest of my bar and lay it on one of the built-in nightstands adorning either side of the bed. Walking over to the TV I decide to plug it in and with Marina's input (even though I should have known) I put in The Little Mermaid. Crawling onto the bed I let her crawl into my arms as she happily crunches on cheesy styrofoam. We watch the movie on repeat until the train eventually starts moving and we soon fall asleep to the slight rocking.

[sugaroto]

My mom had a haircut and it looks like mine now and I'm just like 👁👄👁huh