#ms fritter

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

artists I think each of the cars characters would listen to:

lightning mcqueen - either backstreet boys or one direction, either way he’s a boy band type of guy

sally carrera - YOU CAN NOT TELL ME THIS WOMAN DOESN’T LISTEN TO FIONA APPLE, LAUFEY AND LANA DEL REY like I can envision her belting out the most obscure unreleased lana del rey song ever that no one has ever heard of at the dead of night lmao

mater - uhhhhh rascal flatts ig just anything country

jackson storm - I know he listens to Megan thee stallion, the weeknd and micheal jackson you can NOT convince me otherwise and he despises nicki minaj with a passion (he streams hiss every day in his trailer and it drives his crew chief crazy)

cruz ramirez - I’m not gonna do her dirty here and assume she’s a sw*ftie but also she just feels more like an olivia rodrigo type of gal. She just has that vibe you know

natalie certain - she feels like a fiona apple girlie too tbh

flo - she listens to beyoncé like it’s her life support she fucking LOVES HER also mariah carey (you know she blasts THAT song every november to december in radiator springs LMAO)

ramone - listens to tyler the creator I JUST KNOW IT!!

sarge - listens to the national anthem to help him sleep

@champmorado @gay-lightning-mcqueen @microwavedfishsticks @orchestra-of-demonic-screeching @x0stormie0x

[2deadkat]

Thea and her hypeboys

[hocuspocusbabyy]

Cherry wine - Calex

‘Alex calls in a favour, Casey isn’t

impressed. Angry wives.’

Originally posted to Ao3, but I’m trying to be a good girl and put content on both 🙂‍↕️

“If this was Mondrich, I will kill him, I swear.” Elliot stated, as he paced around the DA office. Their case had been held for lack of evidence, following their biggest lead - a car belonging to the perp being ‘lost in transportation’.

“We can’t just throw accusations at Mondrich.” Olivia countered, her arms crossed and tight against the arms of her suit jacket. Stood firmly behind Munch’s chair. The oldest man simply takes in the facts and flips through a ream of papers.

“A lot hinges on whether we believe this is a mandated move or something else. Right now our best plan of action is damage control, then pointing fingers.” Alex sighed, hands flat and firm against Casey’s desk.

“Who else would benefit so much from a move like this? Without that car Mondrich walks.” Elliot argued.

“We can’t be sure of anything without an investigation.” Olivia voices.

“I want Casey as far away from this as possible.” Alex mumbles, her eyes flicking to a frame on the desk which lay flat against the grain. No image to be shown.

“It’s her case Cabot, we can’t just push her out.” Fin tries, suddenly feeling sluggish as the blonde simply glares in his direction.

“Well you best get out looking then. When it's Casey, you have to be really fսcking sure.” The Blonde sneered, her fingers flexing upon the wood.

“You're getting divorced.” Olivia stated as a matter of fact. Frittering away on her phone, writing a media response about the incident.

“No, we're not.”

“Casey says your marriage is over.” Munch tagged on, leaning down to read yet another article on the incident.

‘Child trafficking ring case stalled over lack of evidence.’

“Have you ever been married?” Alex snapped, the sullen look upon her face akin to all other worldly horrors.

“What the fuck was that?” Casey frowned, pushing the office doors harsh against their hinges. The slam of metal on concrete echoed and flinched at the skin of the lookers.

“An indiscretion.” Alex wages, the only one to meet Casey’s gaze only to shine beneath the wrath. A moon to planets which worshipped the sun. Unwavering, unforgiving, unforgettable.

“What happened?” Olivia spoke up, her gaze flickering between the two.

“I just had my arse handed to me by Liz fucking Donnelly asking me about lost evidence. I mean seriously how the fuck does one lose a car in an impound lot?” Casey all but growled glaring directly at the blonde, “That’s not the best part though, no the best part was when Liz told me a star witness had been ordered to walk hours ago, before we’d even got to trial.”

“Okay, shitty but what does that have to do with Alex?” Elliot asked after a beat, nervously bopping from one leg to another.

“Oh you don’t know?” Casey laughed, her hands braced at her hips. “Alex called in a favour.”

“What kinda favour?” Fin perked up, slowly sliding a couple of dollars over to Munch.

“The kind where perps walk in favour of a bigger agenda.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Alex attempted, pushing her glasses into her hair.

“I don’t care how it was, what the hell am I to tell the press? Sorry My Wife snuck out and called her uncle? And then lied to me about it?” Casey argued, the tension clear by the ridgid plains of her shoulders. The joints jostled up and down, grinding her will.

“Everyone really has to stop saying it's the Mondrich. It wasn't Mondrich.” Olivia deadpanned, picking lightly at the name.

“Well who the hell was it then?”

Olivia shrugged, “ask your Ex-Wife” there was an emphasis on the former.

Casey could merely gape at the prospect, her rage simmering as the door creaked open - a polite yet unnecessary knock followed.

“Bill Harriman on line four for you Ms Novak” Gregory, her assistant states his head edged round the door - shielding.

Casey worried her lip, fingers drumming against the bones of their hips and gaze settling upon the telephone. Most importantly the bright red light that indicated someone waiting.

“Let it ring out.” Alex deadpanned, as though she didn’t give a damn if Casey listened to her or not.

“I can’t just—-“

“Don’t pick up Casey.” Alex ordered, Elliot’s hand coming to grab Casey’s placing down the phone as she scowled at the blonde.

“Case, if we don’t find that car Mondrich will walk, give us till the morning At Least.” Elliot stated, capturing Casey’s attention.

“You have twelve hours before I throw this case to the wolves.” Casey stated, head and palms turned to the ceiling as though finding a religion could have them now. She couldn’t help but feel envious of those with a faith, gods, planets, partners… just something to lay trust in, to soften the blow. Her hands worked down to land at the waist. “Let's just try our best to spin this shit show, thank you everybody.”

“Excellent, I’ll call Cragan first thing in the morning.”

“I’ll call Liz before then.” Casey promised, her eyes turned in frustration towards Alex; a silent demand that they stay put as everyone shuffled papers and took their leave around them.

“I’ll put in a word with Narcotics, see they’ll keep a look out for us” Fin stated as he opened the office door.

“Thank you Fin” Casey sighed, exasperated as Munch moved around the desk. A comforting hug to her right shoulder as he left. The rest following close behind him.

The door was barely closed when they spoke again. “As soon as this shit is over, get on some plane and not be here.” Casey demanded, simply too tired to argue further. That’s all they seemed to do now, argue with one another.

“You’re looking good, baby.” Alex complimented charmingly, a hand finding rest within her back pocket as she poured a glass of vodka across the room.

Casey rolled their eyes flopping down in a chair, “That's because nobody here lets me eat a carbohydrate.”

“Well, it's working.” The other woman smirked, leaning back against the bar cart observing.

“I'd rather be dead.” Casey complained lifting her legs onto another chair, flexing her feet within the heels.

“I will bring you soup tomorrow.” Alex started walking towards them, handing off the vodka before gently lifting their legs into her lap and sitting down.

“Alex.” Casey warned as the other woman gently eased the heels off.

“Shhh.” Alex hummed, her thumbs working at the soles of Casey’s feet.

“Jesus Christ.” Casey groaned, attempting to pull her foot away, only to give up frustratedly when Alex refused to let go. Her hand wrapped tightly around Casey’s ankle.

“You have so thoroughly fսckеd with my head, I can't do my job if you are within a 100-mile radius.” Casey flopped back, a hand dragging up across her head, taking to fallen pieces of hair between their fingers.

“I don’t see how you being unable to do your job is my problem.” Alex shrugged innocently, kissing the metatarsals of Casey’s foot.

“You called your Uncle, Ace, you didn’t trust me to do it. It's not a panic move. It was a premeditated dіck move.” Casey argued.

“It was effective.” She mumbled against Casey’s skin.

“Making me look like a fuckwad in front of my boss is not the only way out. Is it really the first thing you tried?” Casey asked leaning forward to nudge Alex with the glass.

“It was like the 80th.” The blonde stated, retrieving vodka and taking a sip.

“And if it doesn't work?”

“You have a plan.”

“This was a move. It's not the final destination.” Casey argued, allowing the older woman to tip the glass against her lips.

“Liz is thinking of resigning.” Alex sighed, using her thumb to catch a fallen droplet at the side of Casey’s mouth before leaning back her hand running up and down their legs soothingly.

“God you’re like a bad fucking penny.” Casey groaned, stretching out further, her skirt sitting in the most awkward position but she was comfortable.

“They want you to replace her.”

“What?” Casey asked in horror, jerking her legs towards herself.

“Amero dropped the ball. You picked it up.” Alex defended, holding up her hand as the redhead began pacing the room.

“You did this” Casey accused, the stress visibly crawling down from her shoulders and she twisted miserably. “All your meddling, you were making problems because you knew I’d feel compelled to fix it!”

“I made him look like an idiot. It was a dіck move. Was it the wrong dіck move? I lack experience.”

“No, you don't. I lack experience in this role, I panicked and did what you would do because it's the first thing that popped into my head.” Casey argued, crouching over to grasp her knees. “I’m going to be sick.”

Alex sighed, leaning down from her chair to meet Casey’s gaze, “have you eaten anything today?”

“No.” Casey grumbled, Alex's gentle hand upon her back being an irritating comfort.

“Come on. Up.” The older woman demanded, tugging Casey’s waist. “Come on baby.”

“I just need, like, a yoghurt. She argued weakly, leaning back against her wife… ex wife?

“I'm not getting you a fսcking yoghurt.” Alex laughed, guiding her towards the staff kitchen. “Okay.” The blonde breathed, as she opened up the fridge. Pulling Casey up close to look in too. “fսck, look at them tarts.” She swore appreciatively.

Liz had a habit of ordering too much food for big meetings.

“Is it cheese?” Casey asked, reaching forward to grab the treat.

“No, no.” Alex barked smacking Casey’s hand gently before passing her a different tart, “Atleast get one that's already started.

“This one's started.” Casey mumbled as she took a massive bite.

“Unbelievable.” Alex whispered, shaking her head as she bent down and took a bite of the tart. “Mm! Oh, my God.”

“Right?” Casey grinned, brushing the crumbs of pastry from Alex’s shirt. “fսck. I'll grab some cheese.” Casey stated as Alex walked around the island to find some wine.

“Get some of that spinach stuff too.” Alex shouted bent to get the vintage she wanted.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Did you get it?” Alex asked as she walked back towards the older woman, Casey’s arms piled with food.

They moved effortlessly in the kitchen, one passing items to the other, cleaning each other’s mess. All those years of friendship and intimacy were clear as fresh water.

Casey ached for it.

“You know the wine cellars in this house are older than some nations” Casey smirked, reading the label of the wine as Alex offered it up to her for a decision.

“I didn't.” The other woman smiled simply enjoying the inner workings of Alex’s mind, full of random facts and observations.

“Bottled history. Some are rancid,” Alex jokes, Casey snatching the bottle from her and walking away from the kitchen.

“Make yourself useful and bring the stemware.” She shouted back over her shoulder.

They made it back into Casey’s office, Alex waltzing ahead with their hoard and laying it out on the coffee table. Unbuttoning the first three buttons of her shirt and removing her jacket to roll the sleeves, meticulously filling the wine glasses as Casey flopped down on the couch.

It was times like this, Casey struggled to distinguish between the two. The Alex she married and the one she’d dealt with the last six months, the tyrant, meddling… work Alex.

The Alex that never came back to the DA after her time witsec.

Judge Alex Cobot. Not Novak.

They were separated. They worked together.

“So listen.” Alex started clearing her throat and handing her a glass. “I threw you under the bus, but I think it worked.”

“I'm so relieved, oh mighty saviour!” Casey rolled her eyes, “how ever can I repay you?”

“You’ve gotta fucking get over it Cassandra. We're a great team. You may not see that right now, but I do. We are great together. Shit, don’t look at me like that. I'm trying to say something, so let me. I don't know how you're gonna take it and I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. You don't have to... What I'm trying to say is, I need you.”

“I know. I feel it too.” There’s a sickening look of hope thrown her way, the kind she’d so often fallen prey to. “But I can't think when you're in the same room, Alex. I can barely breathe, us working together just proves time and time again we can’t do both. This isn't something that we can act on. Today was the perfect example, you’re too defensive, you interfere. I can’t do my job properly when you’re already two steps ahead paving the way… I’ve… I’ve got to do it alone. You can’t always save me.”

“We can salvage this.” Alex admits grasping Casey’s hand within her own.”Buttonhole Amero as soon as he arrives and you talk him out of the lunch with Mondrich's defence.”

“You need to leave.” Casey groaned, the grip on her skin, burning.

“Eat something. You've been bottoming out.”

“You made an inappropriate outreach to a higher power and allowed a perp to walk on a case for which we have no evidence. You made an investigation exponentially more difficult. You still have clothes in my closet and I... I can't think straight or analyse information or provide objective counsel. I am begging you Alex. Go.” Casey argued, cheese tart crumbling at the side of her mouth.

“Casey. Baby. Let's talk about it.”

“We’ve done enough talking Ace, Jesus Christ, eight months in therapy and we still ended up here. If we talk any more surely we’ll run out of syllables.”

“I can't leave. I'm so sorry Casey.”

“I don't want to hear this shit anymore!” Casey frowned, brushing off her skirt.

“You can't divorce me.” Alex declared as Casey stood to pour herself a glass of water, the wine seemingly already clouding her head.

“Oh get a fսcking grip! We decided that months ago.”

“Casey, Liz is going to resign. They want you to replace her. We can't be divorced.”

“Close your mouth.” Casey whispered, unable to meet the other woman’s gaze.

“Turn your head.” Alex counted, her warmth suddenly against Casey’s back and grasping her hand. “This is it, the empire we have always dreamed of. Novak and Cabot… together.”

It had been a long time since they held hands. Casey remembered the beginning, Alex’s powerful, warm hands swallowing hers up, kissing her knuckles when no one was looking.

They held hands when they were married, that afternoon in the courthouse, a clandestine ceremony weeks before they told anyone. But somewhere along the lines they stopped. Before she decided they'd divorce, before Alex had lied.

Now they held hands again, palms pressed together, fingers intertwined and locked in place.

“That’s it,” Alex cooed, “That’s a good girl, Cass, just let me take care of you.”

Over the years they’d come to know one another’s bodies intimately, yet it still felt horrifically vulnerable that Alex could make her fall apart so quickly and easily. Alex was well studied in human nature, and Casey was her favourite subject.

“You get wound to tight without a regular fucking baby,” Alex said, between kisses pressed to the curve of her throat. Casey's back flush against her as she mumbled in their ear. “Remember what I said? My new role? It could be like this all the time, I work for you, I worship you… no meddling, no lying.”

“And you’ll do the DA Christmas speech?” Casey asked, breathless yet cunning in her mind. As arousal slowly started to cloud her. If she was going to let this happen, she’d rather get a leg up from it.

Alex gasped at the question, aware of the trap, the firm curve of the redhead leaving little room for complaint.

“Okay, maybe you can bribe me into the speech," Alex sighed. Her breaths sounded loud in her own ears as Casey leaned back on her, a hand creeping into the locks of her hair: she could smell her perfume and sweat and shampoo, her heart sped up.

There was always something so purely indulgent about Alex’s scent. Heady and beguiling.

Alex wasn't used to this anymore. She would have thought that sleeping in the same bed with Casey, having sex again and eating breakfast with her would be enough at least for a while, but obviously she would have been wrong. One night wasn't enough, or else she was still too aware of the imminent threat of losing her forever.

"If you don't want to wear the blue dress at the gala," Alex said, glancing over at her garment bag that hung on Casey’s office door, "Maybe you could try it on here...? See what it does for your--"

Before the blonde could finish the sentence, Casey had slapped her.

Alex’s eyes flew open and her cheek stung. The pain was a relief, here, in private, with Casey’s body facing her, pressed into her through flimsy shirts. They had done this before, on purpose, but it had been months or years; long before Casey started talking about divorce. Maybe that was why she couldn't get over things anymore, because they hadn’t stopped.

"You want to finish that sentence?" said Casey. Her voice was low and studious, as though talking to a child. Alex could never figure out if the fact that she could do it on purpose in bed meant it was intentional the rest of the time, too.

Alex smiled at her. "For your tits," she lingers, her lips so close to Casey’s, she could practically taste them, it wasn't a surprise when she slapped her again.

Alex’s hand flying up to capture Casey’s.

“Play nice,” she whispered, but as soon as the final syllable had fallen from her lips Casey had occupied her mouth with her tongue, kissing her fiercely, backing Alex into the desk with such intensity that she knocked a pile of letters to the floor.

“I hate you,” Casey said, between kisses, the smile on Alex’s face, seemingly oblivious to Casey’s irritation. She tasted bitter and smoky, the thick, fragrant tang of spirits, and when she raised her hand to clasp Casey’s cheek she did so with a ferocious intensity; it felt more like a slap than a caress. She winced.

“Still want me on that plane?” She said, as her other hand ran over Casey’s shirtfront, tweaking Casey’s nipple through the fabric. Grinding herself into Casey, the desk skidding backwards with each thrust. Casey tried to maintain her austere expression, but a chuckle was bubbling in her throat and Alex’s hands had already made their way to her backside.

“You always have questions,” Casey slurred against the older woman’s lips. "You want to be partners," she said. "You don't want to be my trophy wife. Fine. However I believe some practice in obedience would do you good.”

"To love, honour and obey, Mrs Novak.”

"Uh-uh Cabot-Novak," Casey Whispered. "You can start trusting me - and not trying to run the show behind my back. Right now though, you can close your eyes and stay still.” The last was punctuated with a firm placing of Alex's hands upon the desk. Casey’s nails glued to the flesh of her wrists, her fingers flexing against the grain before being forced flat.

Alex couldn’t help but crave her like this, the flush of colour anger brought to Casey’s face, the tousled hair, and the way the skewed shirt showed a hint of Casey’s chest.

"Keep your hands still" Casey ordered, breathing hot against the blonde’s ear as she pressed a kiss to it.

"Mmm," Alex smirked, squeezing her eyes shut harder as Casey raked her nails up the seam of the blonde’s thighs. Groaning as Casey buried her face into Alex’s neck.

"Fuck, you are going to kill me one of these days.” All rosy and lips flecked with an odd purple hue, glaring at the ceiling as if it had offended her, Casey’s lips paving over the edge of her throat.

She bit her. Unforgiving and cranial, the flesh lurking beneath the redhead’s teeth.

Alex groaned, disorientated by the conflicting sensations. “You’re a brute,” Alex said as Casey lapped across the wound and across her chest.

“And you’re a pain in my arse.” She debuted before sinking her teeth into the bulk of the blonde's shoulder. Alex felt the skin split with a sear, as she cried out, wrenching Casey’s head from her shoulder. Something gripping her jaw so tightly anyone would have thought it might crack, but that only seemed to spur Casey on. As she went back for another mouthful, daring her to stop them with all the might in her hands. A harsh red glow encapsulating them.

“You moved your hands.” Casey whispered teasingly, nails firm against Alex’s neck as she curled the strands of hair around their fingers.

“No I didn’t.” Alex deadpanned, a confused look gracing Casey’s features for a brief second before she was knocked flat on her back.

Casey let out a gasp as Alex perched atop of her on the floor, her body crawling across Casey’s bones, the invisible force pressing her down as she observed them. Lips swollen and smeared with her blood.

Alex giggled, her face hovering above as her tongue etched across the outline of Casey’s mouth, falling into place as she sucked upon their bottom lip. As though she were a drought and her the rain. She took Casey for all that she had, and still yearned for her. The red hue falted around them, Casey’s hands racing to grasp the back of the older woman’s head.

They kissed, for longer than any two species should remain connected without air. Only pulling away when their vision began darkening.

They stared at each other for a moment, chests heaving, two sets of fierce eyes latched together, the dark side of twin moons relieved to have a break from relentless sunlight, and Alex felt her chest constrict.

“Casey - ” she started, but she placed a hot palm over her mouth.

“Don’t speak,” Casey begged, thumb drawing across her wife’s top lip, pulling at the inking of conjoined saliva before licking it from her cupid’s bow. “Don’t - don’t speak, just— show me.”

Alex shot upwards, taking Casey in her arms and sucking the rest of her blood from her tongue, both moaning, the sweet iron droplets coating mouths as though sunlight and salt water, all other worldly things they’d grown to miss about one another.

“Let me stay,” Alex said, and the glare she sent her way was a poor cover for what Casey felt. The older woman pushed the hair back from her face and scratched lightly at the crown, studying her, pupils frantic and pleading, begging her to pull the wool over both their eyes.

She bent down and pressed kisses along Casey’s jaw, her hands secure as she knelt with Casey on top of her. She couldn’t help but nuzzle into the size of her wife’s face nibbling at her cheek.

“I really do love you, you know,” Alex sighed, after a beat. Her nose flat against Casey’s neck breathing her in, the tension seeping out of their conjoined limbs, Casey’s lips stung where they had split, bruised and battered skin pressed flush together on the floor of her office.

“I love you too.”

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Bullshit corner:

If any of you cuties give a shit, I’ll be posting part 6 of ‘One more day’ this week!

Also send requests, I’m off work from 10am tomorrow till the 1st?? Unheard of.

Do we prefer this level of spacing btw?

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[snoopy7c7]

First post of the new year and it's funnybunny related. What a great start off ^^

This one is a personal attack on the behalf of @dragon-creates . Just for you. This is based off of @endomentendo AU of an AU XD An AU swap with Pomni as Mary Ann and Jax as The White Rabbit. Enjoy reading <3

The storm that brewed from outside the walls roared. A candle lightly dimmed on the desk as a hard working rabbit sat contently, writing away. While the wind howled from outside, the rabbit had no effect as he focused intently on his work. Muttering to himself, he kept himself busy in the heat of the night. He was so deep in his studies that it was when he heard a loud BANG did he jump with a start. The table shook slightly as the candle tipped over, catching fire to the rabbit's studies. “Oh fritter biscuits!” he cried as he quickly tried to put out the fire. Unfortunately for him, his work was soiled. Setting his now burnt work down, he scowled slightly as he shot a look over to the door. That maid is no doubt the reason behind that loud noise! he thought angrily. “That's just great,” he grumbled, “I'll have to start over again. The King will have my head for sure.” He began marching over to the door, planning to give that maid of his a piece of his mind. As he reached for the handle though, another loud bang sounded throughout the house, this time coming from the storm from outside. It made the rabbit jump slightly as he looked towards the window. “Boy, I haven't seen a storm like this in a long time.” 

His ear twitched as the door knob jiggled slightly. Turning his head back to the door, he tilted his head. As he slowly reached the handle, the door suddenly burst open. It happened in a blink of an eye. His arms were suddenly filled by a warm and trembling body, followed by terrified sobs. Looking down he saw her, in his arms. His hands hovered above her slightly, clearly unsure of what to do or what to make of this sudden reaction. After a moment he slowly says, “...Ms Penny?” That was the nickname he had given her. And oh how that made the girl coil even more into his chest. She was now grasping at his waist, sobbing into him. What could have made her so upset? Did it have something to do with the loud noise from earlier? Did she make it? Did something happen? Was she okay? All these thoughts raced through his head before her voice broke into his thoughts. “M-Mr. R-Rabbit?” “Yes?” he said slowly. “M-May I p-please stay with you until the st-storm's over?” she choked out. The way her voice sounded made his chest hurt so much he could just explode. He looked down at her, eyes full of concern. Finally he found the strength to gently lay his hands on her back. His anger for his lost work was long gone as he softened his gaze and gave her a gentle squeeze. This brought her trembling to an immediate halt as his voice full of warmth replied, “That you may.”

They stood in the door frame for several minutes, just clinging onto each other as if they were two souls bonded. When she finally pulled back, he was finally able to get a good look at her. She was looking down, cheeks red from the crying. Her uncovered eye was stained red, dark circles accompanying her distressed state. What should I say? He thought. But it would appear his mind had other thoughts as he subconsciously reached his hand to cup the side of her cheek. Tilting her head up, she finally met his gaze. She blinked slowly through her salty tears for a moment before leaning away slightly. “I-I’m sorry.” she mumbled, breaking out of his embrace slightly, “It was improper of me to burst in like that.” That’s when she looked past him and noticed the burnt papers on his desk. “Oh no,” she exclaimed as she walked over to his desk. Turning to look after her, the little maid reached out slightly to the corrupt work before pulling her hand back to her chest. After a moment she spoke, “...I did this, didn’t I?” Jax stood silently before registering what she was saying. Shaking his head he replied, “What? This? No, it was just an accident.” Walking over to her he picked up the burnt papers hastily as he stuffed them into a desk drawer. Fiddling with his monocle he turned back to her. “The storm outside startled me is all.” She didn’t meet his gaze as she fiddled with the tips of her hair. Looking back at her he cleared his throat, “So it’s uh pretty rough out there today. Suppose we’ll be trapped here for a day or two.” No answer. “For supper today I think a nice hot soup will do us good.” No answer. His ear twitched slightly, getting anxious. She asks to stay with me and now she’s not saying anything. He thought to himself This girl is more of a puzzle to figure out than my own work! Then she mumbled under her breath, “I don’t like the storm.” Looking back to her he said, “What was that?” “I-I don’t like the storm.” she whispered again. The bandage over her eye seemed to stand out more in this light as his chest suddenly heaved. Pain? Why did his chest suddenly feel heavy with pain? Looking over to the couch in his study he awkwardly said, “Let’s uh have a seat, yeah? Surely you don’t want to stand for the whole storm.” 

Pomni hesitated before slowly walking over to the couch. Sitting down she shifted uncomfortably as Jax sat on the other end. It was silent again for a few moments. Then Jax spoke, “Look, if there’s something you wanna talk about, you could always just say it allowed.” She brought her knees to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them. Rubbing the back of his neck he sighed. “I was never really good at this sort of thing.” When she didn’t reply he continued, “It always just seemed easier to keep to myself and my studies. What’s the point in saying anything when you’re the only one who will listen to yourself?” He looked out the window as drops of rain hit the window. “I made a mess.” Jax turned back to Pomni. “Huh?” “In the kitchen,” she said looking down, “I made a mess.” “What happened?” he asked. She hugged herself slightly, sinking into the couch more. “W-Well I was preparing for your 4pm tea. A-As I was on my way is when I heard the loud thunder and well-” She drifted off, clearly growing emotional again. Instinctively, Jax reached his hand out to her before pulling back slightly. What good is all this knowledge when I can’t help the only real friend I have in this crazed world? He pondered to himself. Then a book came to mind. “Wonderland’s Guide on Storms, Weather Patterns, and Unnatural Phenomenons. Ch 14 paragraph 5 line 3. “During storms, whether it be rain, snow, chocolate, tea, puppies and kitties, the chaos of it all spreads the further out you go. But the closer you get to the center of the storm, there is quiet. It is as if there isn’t a storm at all.”.” Pomni was looking forward as Jax continued, “When you’re in the midst of the storm’s strongest area, it can be pretty unsettling. You wonder if it’ll ever calm.” Looking over at her, he found himself moving closer to her. “But even in the eye of a storm,” he said, his voice naturally lowering more softly and soothing, “There is quiet.”

Blinking slowly, Pomni was finding herself calming down. Shoulders were loosening up from the tension. Letting go of her legs, they began to slip down to dangle off the couch, not quite reaching the floor. Then her hands began to slip down to her sides, the back of her hand brushing up against Jax’s. They both flinched away slightly, not expecting their hands to meet. Meeting each other's gaze, the little maid couldn’t help but break into a small smile and giggle to herself. Jax couldn’t help but contract her contagious giggle as he chuckled to himself. The howling of the wind picked up from the outside as another loud BOOM thundered from outside, shaking the house slightly. And no sooner than it did, did Pomni react on instinct, crying out in distress as she instantly threw herself around Jax’s waist. Jax fell back onto the couch as she clung onto him tightly. His heart must have been going a hundred miles a second as he could feel his face grow very hot. But he could feel her own heart race from beneath his chest. Sitting up slightly, he arched himself more as he brought his arms around her, pulling her closer to his chest. On instinct, he rubbed comforting circles around her back as he placed the other hand over her head. “You’re not alone anymore Penny.” he whispered. His eyes widened slightly as he could feel his ear twitch. Where did that come from? I wasn’t thinking that. He said to himself as his heart throbbed. But that’s when he felt her trembling breath on his chest. Looking down to take a look at her he could see a very small smile as her tears streamed down her face. “Thank you.” she said softly. This made the hard headed rabbit smile slightly. Another low rumble shook the house from the outside as she tightened her grip on him. Jax hesitated slightly before saying, “I’ll hold you as long as the storm goes on, okay?” Her one good eye opened as she looked up at him. She responded by letting out what sounded like a relieved sigh, turning her head to rest comfortably on his chest. The storm continued from the outside, making such a ruckus. Pomni would react each time it was loud with fear and distress. But as the storm continued on, she found herself reacting less and less each time. In fact, she found herself being soothed by the beating heart of Mr Rabbit each time the storm’s loud noises shook the house. 

Jax felt his own composure grow rather calm as he listened to the storm from outside the walls. Suddenly he heard soft sighs coming from her. Looking at her again he realized she had nodded off to sleep. He couldn’t help but let out a half relieved, half annoyed sigh. Looks like I’m not getting any work done for awhile. He thought. He found himself admiring the girl for a few moments. She seemed way more relaxed then earlier and it brought comfort to himself, for some strange reason. Then something drew him to look back out the window. The storm was still raging on. Suddenly a fire burned deep from within Jax as he scowled out the window. Something about this storm disturbing Ms Penny bothered him. The storm’s loud noises must have had something to do with her past and how she ended up tethered at his doorstep all those months ago. It enraged him. Looking back at her he couldn’t help but gently bring her closer to his heart. She shifted slightly as she sighed soundly, a smile resting on her face. His cheeks burned as he couldn’t stop looking at her. What followed next, it definitely wasn’t what he was thinking. But he leaned down as he kissed the top of her head softly. Pulling back slightly, his eyes burned into her as he declared softly, “I promise I won’t let anyone harm you ever again.” He felt his body relax, leaning back into the couch. The sound of the rain began to grow fainter as he stared out the window. There was a moment where everything was quiet but he could see rain come down hard in the distance. He chuckled to himself before finding himself dozing off. Soon, he too, had fallen asleep, still holding onto Pomni closely as she did the same.

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day nine !!!!

prompt: warming them up

characters: aurora & ifrit

word count: 650

summary: aurora tries her luck with a fire ghoul when the heating goes out

below the cut or on ao3 :))

She stands in the doorway of his room, a blanket roughly wrapped around her midriff, caught in the door as it trails behind her. It’s as if she’s been frozen in both time and temperature given how she just stops once the fire ghoul wakes up, rubbing his bleary eyes.

“R-rory?” Ifrit asks, processing the sudden appearance of the new summon in his bedroom. Why his bedroom? “What’s up, pumpkin?”

Through chattering teeth she manages to mumble out an explanation. “Cold, ‘n heating b-broken in the wing,” she stutters. “Can I…?” Her sentence runs off into nothing, her brain subdued by the cold.

“Oh- uh- yeah of course, let me just put on my dressing gown and I’ll be out of your hair.” He scrambles to get out of bed, not even noticing he’s still wearing his I ♡ MILFs boxers. The ghoulette giggles when he turns around to reveal the text on them, the most coherent noise she’s made since arriving at his door.

“No, silly! I want you in the bed too, how else is it going to keep warm? The heating’s fucked everywhere, even in here.” Ifrit goes to touch the radiator and, sure enough, it’s stone cold, much like the walls throughout the Ministry.

Disrobing once more, a confused look still paints his face, “Why me? What’s that little shit Dew up to now, hmm?”

“Nothing! Just everyone else already went to him so I figured you’d be the less popular choice and you have more surface area,” she says cheekily.

“Oh?! So you’re calling me lonely and fat? How lovely!” He teases, smiling wide, striding towards Aurora to pick up bridal style.

She gasps as Ifrit picks her up, cocooning her in the blanket. “Nuh uh! Jus’ saying Dewdrop’s overrated and you’re built like a dorito.” He carries her the short distance to the bed, it’s entirely unnecessary but they both revel in the faux act of chivalry on Ifrit’s part. He knows damn well Aurora is a princess and will treat her like one even if it’s through the lens of a goofy idiot.

The mattress wobbles as Ifrit ungracefully dumps the ghoulette onto his bed. Aurora inspects the plush navy sheets before plumping the accompanying pillows and dragging her finger along the headboard to inspect for dust. “Hmm seems to be up to standard Mr Fritter,” she says sternly, though Ifrit can see the smile building up and threatening to break her character. “I can confirm I will be gracing your bed with my presence today. Thank you for your application to Rory Bed Hog Limited and welcome aboard!” With that, she flops down, pulling the duvet right up to her ears, the blanket she arrived in abandoned.

“Why thank you Ms Rora, we here at Fire Ghoul Incorporated do hope you enjoy your stay. Please let us know of any requirements you may have to make your visit as smooth as possible.”

The ghoulette attempts a reply but they both burst out laughing before she can; her hearty chuckles jostling the bed. Both ghouls take a moment to collect themselves, taking deep breaths and averting their eyes from each other’s gaze because they know the second they look up they’ll crack up again. With one final grounding breath Aurora asks, extending her hand to the fire ghoul, “Join me?”

“My pleasure,” Ifrit replies, enveloping her hand with his and jumping into the bed with her. He pulls up the duvet and blankets, near covering Aurora’s small frame in them.

The room soon warms up as Ifrit begins to purr, Aurora’s hand in his. With the two of them cosy as can be, it’s no time at all before they’re both back asleep, the worries of the day faded as they just exist with each other. Aurora makes a very sleepy note to come visit the friendly giant more often.

[opheliajupiter99]

MLP Broodmother Virus: Copycat Details/Sweetiebelle's Letter

(The results between the Copycat details and the check-in with Rarity were pretty neck and neck, so I decided to do both)

The Copycat life cycle:

Consumption of tainted food

Gestation

Birth

Larval stage

Pupae stage

Adult form

The appearance, behavior, size, and even fundamental structural details of each individual Copycat vary wildly, highly dependent on the details of their host.

For example, if their host is a unicorn, they will emerge at birth not only with their own latent magical ability, but also will grow their own horn once they hit their adult form. The result is similar with Pegasi, allowing the Copycat to be born with flight and grow their own set of wings, and Earth Pony hosts will result in Copycat's with increased strength.

It's not just a pony's base attributes that affect them though, even their special talent seems to affect the Copycat's DNA, giving them boons such as high-flying speeds, increased magical prowess, and much, much more.

Their variability is part of why they're so dangerous, a Copycat's actions being near impossible to predict, especially if one doesn't know their host very well. The only boon in pony's favor is that the Copycat's don't seem to be aggressive by nature and become even less so if their host's temper was especially mild, but their affect on pony's is so destructive that it only helps somewhat.

The main thing that remains a mystery is where the eggs that afflicted so much foodstuff came from in the first place. They share many similarities to Changelings; not just their insectoid traits, but their talent for love magic, as clearly shown by their host's unwavering devotion to them, but there is no currently known record of Copycat's appearing before. Our best guess is that they're an ancient ancestor of the Changeling race that has laid dormant for countless generations, until now.

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Sweetiebelle's Letter

'Dear Applebloom,

It's me, Sweetiebelle! I haven't seen you in a long time, or Scootaloo for that matter...so I thought I'd send you a letter! Don't worry, I'm sending Scootaloo one too.

The town's been really hectic lately, though I haven't heard too much; I think the grown-ups are trying not to scare me. Whatever it is though, I'm not too worried, and Rarity isn't either.

Speaking of Rarity, you are not going to BELIEVE what I saw today! It's the best news like, EVER! Don't tell Applejack though, I think Rarity wants to keep it a surprise. Ah, I probably shouldn't tell you either, but I can't help it! I don't have anypony else to tell!

I saw Rarity making onesies, -and- baby blankets! At first, I figured she was just making them for some custom order or whatever, but instead of sending them off in a box or handing them over to somepony, she put them away in her closet! I hadn't even thought about how funny she'd been walking lately, but when I saw that, it all clicked into place!

I'm gonna be an aunty, Applebloom! Can you believe it?! Oh man, I can't WAIT til she tells me! Oooo oooo, whenever Rarity lets you guys visit us again, we should make her some super special apple fritters! Ooooo or maybe a GIANT pie!

Oh uh, yeah, speaking of that - Rarity doesn't really want company right now. Don't worry though! I'm sure she's just grumpy from being sore all the time and stuff. Remember how much Ms. Cake complained before she had the twins? Oof!

Annnnyways, I'mma go make some art; I gotta make sure I have a great 'congrats' card for when big sis tells me the big news! See ya soon!'

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 13: Matt

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warnings/Tags: Starts out sweet 🍭 but then gets SPICY🌶️, rough sex, p in v sex, tiniest bit of possessiveness from Matt (but like, in a sexy way, not a controlling way)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this chapter (especially the first half) and I hope you all like it too! 🥰

Matt awoke early the next morning to the smell of freshly-brewed coffee.

He could tell by the sound of the carefully quiet footsteps in the kitchen that Ms. Y/L/N was up and about, so he pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's forehead then carefully extracted himself from her embrace before returning to his bedroom to get ready for the day. 

Once he was dressed, he listened to make sure Y/N was still peacefully slumbering before making his way into the dining room. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Matt," Ms. Y/L/N replied from the kitchen. "Would you like some coffee?"

Matt nodded. "Yes, please."

"Have a seat and I'll bring it to you. Cream or sugar?"

"No, thanks."

He sat as Ms. Y/L/N poured a cup of coffee. "How did you enjoy the beach yesterday?" she asked.

"It was nice." Matt smiled. "We managed to find a pretty private spot to relax and eat, and afterwards Y/N read aloud to me for a while before we took a walk along the shore, then on the way back here she took me to this seafood restaurant where we had coconut martinis and something called 'conch'."

Ms. Y/L/N let out a light laugh. "Ah, so Y/N did take you to the Fish House. I figured she would. Was Hugh your waiter?"

Matt nodded with a grin. "Actually, yes, Y/N specifically requested him. He said to tell you hello, by the way."

Ms. Y/L/N sighed wistfully. "Such a lovely man, always takes such good care of us when we go. So how'd you like the conch fritters?" 

Matt chuckled. "I wasn't too sure about trying them at first, but Y/N assured me that I'd like it, and it really was actually very good. I definitely wouldn't mind going back to Islamorada with Y/N again when it's not quite as busy."

"Spring and fall are good times to go, especially if you don't plan on actually getting in the water." Ms. Y/L/N set Matt's coffee down and took a seat adjacent to him. "Here you go, dear."

"Thank you." Matt picked his cup up and took a sip. "And thank you for your hospitality this weekend. I've enjoyed my visit."

"You're more than welcome. It's truly been a delight getting to know you, especially after hearing so much about you from Y/N over the years." Ms. Y/L/N took a deep breath. "And speaking of that, Matthew, I've been wanting to apologize to you for my involvement in separating you and Y/N back when you were teenagers. I had apparently been… shall we say… misinformed by Sister Bernadette about you and the nature of your relationship with Y/N at the time and did what I thought was best based on the information I had been given, and for that I am truly very sorry."

Matt shook his head. "I'm sure you hadn't been completely misinformed, at least not about me, anyway, although I'm sure what you'd been told had probably been at least somewhat exaggerated. As for my relationship with Y/N, though, I promise you that it really was strictly platonic at the time, despite what Sister Bernadette may have assumed was going on between us."

He huffed out a laugh. "Make no mistake, I was completely head-over-heels in love with Y/N even way back then, but I thought that I didn't deserve someone as amazing and special as she is, so I kept my feelings hidden."

"She is quite special, isn't she?" Matt could hear the fond smile in Ms. Y/L/N's voice. "But from what I gather, Matthew, so are you . You've definitely helped shape Y/N into who she is as a person, and for that I must thank you."

Matt smiled softly and nodded. "She's definitely helped shape me into who I am as well."

He paused. "Did she ever tell you what my nickname for her was when we were growing up?"

Ms. Y/L/N hummed in thought. "No, I don't believe she did."

"It was 'Angel'. When I first arrived at St. Agnes I was so nervous and so scared, but then Y/N came up to me and offered to be my friend, no questions asked. She was so kind and so gentle that I thought for sure that she must have been my guardian angel sent from Heaven to watch over me." Matt chuckled. "Honestly, sometimes I still think she is. Since the moment I met her Y/N has been the kindest and most beautiful, selfless, caring, patient, loving, and nurturing person I know, and I thank God every single day for returning her to me. When she left it felt like a piece of my soul had left as well, and the day I got her back I became whole again."

Ms. Y/L/N huffed out a light laugh. "I suppose I don't need to ask what your intentions are with her then."

Matt shook his head with a small smile. He had originally planned to just clear the air with Ms. Y/L/N this trip and broach the subject of marriage at a later date, but given the way the conversation was heading he figured he might as well just go ahead and lay all his cards on the table now. "I would think they'd probably be quite obvious, but just in case they're not..." 

He paused and took a deep breath. "I know Y/N and I just recently reconnected and haven't been dating all that long, but I have loved her since I was 9 years old and known that I wanted to spend my life with her for almost as long, which is why I want to ask you for your blessing to marry her."

Ms. Y/L/N was silent for a moment. "Did you know that Y/N was engaged once before?"

Matt nodded, his heart thrumming nervously in his chest. "Yes, ma'am. She told me."

"Alex was a nice young man, but I could always tell that Y/N was never truly in love with him." Ms. Y/L/N sighed. "I really hate to admit it because I know it sounds awful, but I was relieved when she broke off the engagement. The last thing I wanted was for her to marry someone to whom her heart didn't belong."

She reached over and gave Matt's hand a squeeze. "Y/N's heart has always been yours , Matt, and from seeing the two of you together this weekend I can tell that she's always had your heart as well. So, I happily and wholeheartedly give you my blessing."

Matt sighed in relief, unable to help the huge smile that spread across his face. "Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N."

Ms. Y/L/N patted Matt on the arm. "Oh and by the way, you can call me Aunt Ruth, you know. After all, you should've been my nephew-in-law years ago."

Matt chuckled, then gave a slight nod. "Okay then. Thank you, Aunt Ruth."

Aunt Ruth took a sip of her coffee. "Now, I assume you'll be proposing soon, correct? I wouldn't imagine that you would want to lose any more time with Y/N than you already have."

Matt nodded, relieved that she had given him her blessing so readily. "Yes ma'am, probably in the next couple of months. I just need to find the perfect ring first."

"Well if I can help in any way, let me know."

"Okay, I will."

Aunt Ruth stood. "More coffee?"

Matt shook his head. "I'm good for now. Maybe in a minute."

Aunt Ruth walked over to the kitchen area. "Breakfast, then. I'm sure Y/N will be up soon."

As if on cue, Matt heard Y/N's door open.

He turned towards the doorway with a grin as Y/N walked into the dining room. "Morning, angel."

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss. "Mmm. Good morning, yourself."

She walked over to Aunt Ruth, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Morning, Aunt Ruth."

"Good morning, dear," Aunt Ruth replied. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I slept great." 

Matt couldn't help but smirk to himself as he took a sip of his coffee. While he admittedly felt a little guilty about sneaking into Y/N's room the previous night for a late-night romp, neither one of them would have gotten any sleep otherwise. (And as a bonus, he had wound up getting to fulfill several fantasies he had always had involving Y/N.)

Y/N poured herself a cup of coffee before sitting down next to Matt. "So what have you two been up to this morning?"

"Just talking about your trip to Islamorada yesterday and discussing breakfast options." Aunt Ruth moved towards the refrigerator. "What would you like?"

Y/N hummed thoughtfully. "Scrambled eggs?"

"Sure thing. Matt?"

"That's fine, thank you."

"Okay, coming right up."

"You know, Matt's a wonderful chef," Y/N said as Aunt Ruth grabbed the carton of eggs. "Everything he makes is amazing."

"Oh really?" Aunt Ruth replied. "Now why am I not surprised?"

Matt smiled. "You'll have to let me cook for you the next time you're in New York… Or maybe the next time Y/N and I come here for a visit."

Aunt Ruth gave a hum of affirmation. "That would be wonderful, Matt, thank you. And actually, that reminds me, we should probably start discussing plans for the holidays this year. Since there's a chance you two would be back here at the end of the year for Father DeMaria's retirement celebration anyway, I was thinking that I could come up to New York for Thanksgiving and you two come here for Christmas?" 

"Makes sense to me," Y/N said. "Will that work for you, sweetheart?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that should work just fine."

"Okay, then it's settled." Aunt Ruth poured the eggs into her electric skillet. "Y/N, maybe we can do some shopping while I'm in New York."

Y/N took a sip of her coffee. "Sure, that would be fun." 

Matt took Y/N's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Thanksgiving at your place or mine?"

"Mmm…" Y/N thought for a moment. "Well, your kitchen is bigger… so probably yours, if you don't mind?"

Matt shook his head. "Of course not, angel. Not at all."

He smiled to himself as he thought about spending future holidays together in New York, Y/N nervously checking on dinner every five minutes until Matt gently reminded her that if she kept opening the oven whatever she was cooking would never be done, then whisking her off to their bedroom to distract her while they waited.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Matt could feel Aunt Ruth watching them with a smile as she cooked their eggs. "So what time is your flight again?" she asked.

"11:30," Y/N replied, finishing her coffee and getting up, presumably to fix herself another cup. "Which reminds me, I need to finish packing."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, me too, actually."

Aunt Ruth hummed in confirmation as she plated their eggs. "Okay, just let me know when you're ready to head to the airport."

"Okay, we will."

Y/N and Aunt Ruth walked back over to the table, Y/N setting Matt's plate in front of him. "Here you go, sweetheart."

Matt gave her another kiss. "Thanks, angel."

They quickly ate, then Matt and Y/N went to go finish packing.

Matt had just finished folding his garment bag into his suitcase when Y/N appeared in his doorway. "All set?" she asked, stepping inside the room.

Matt nodded as he zipped his suitcase closed. "Yeah, I think so. Hopefully I haven't forgotten anything important. I'd hate to have to wait almost 3 months to get it back."

"Want me to double-check?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, if you don't mind."

He waited as Y/N gave his room a quick once-over. "Nope, I think you have everything."

Matt wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you for checking."

"No problem, sweetheart." Y/N gave him a kiss. "Here, let's strip your bed so we can help Aunt Ruth get a head start on washing our sheets and pillowcases and stuff."

Matt nodded. "Okay."

They quickly stripped the bed and brought the covers to the laundry room, where Y/N put them to wash along with her own.

Y/N checked the time as they walked back into the kitchen, where Aunt Ruth was loading her dishwasher. "I think we should probably go ahead and head to the airport now since lots of people will be traveling today and traffic might be heavy."

"Okay," Aunt Ruth replied. "Give me one second to grab my purse and we'll head out."

Matt and Y/N gathered their belongings and loaded them into Aunt Ruth's trunk while she grabbed her purse.

The drive was filled with pleasant conversation about their upcoming holiday plans, with Matt promising to introduce Aunt Ruth to Foggy and Karen when she came to visit for Thanksgiving.

"By the way, it's been wonderful being here," he said as they neared the airport. "Thank you again for everything this weekend, Aunt Ruth. I really appreciate it."

Matt could feel Y/N looking at him curiously. "Yeah, Aunt Ruth, " she said, the slight emphasis on Aunt Ruth only detectable to Matt's ears. "Thanks."

"Oh, you're both more than welcome," Aunt Ruth replied as she pulled into the Departures' drop-off lane. "It's been an absolute delight having you here, and I'm looking forward to having you both back over Christmas."

She parked and popped the trunk, then they all got out to unload Matt and Y/N's suitcases.

Y/N gave Aunt Ruth a hug. "Bye, Aunt Ruth."

"Bye, Y/N." Aunt Ruth turned and gave Matt a hug as well. "Bye, Matt. Love you both. Have a safe flight home, and Y/N, text me when you land."

"We love you too, and I will," Y/N replied, taking Matt's free hand in hers. "See you at Thanksgiving."

They waited until Aunt Ruth had driven off, then headed inside the airport.

"I'm glad to hear she's Aunt Ruth now," Y/N said with curiosity on top of genuine happiness in her voice after they got their luggage checked in and headed towards the security screening area.

Matt chuckled. "Uh, yeah, she and I actually didn't just talk about our trip to Islamorada this morning… She apologized for misjudging me and for her part in our forced separation and said that since I obviously planned to stick around for a while that I might as well call her 'Aunt Ruth'."

He smiled to himself. Of course, that hadn't been the whole conversation, but… well, he would tell Y/N the rest when the time came.

Y/N huffed out a laugh as they took their shoes off and emptied their pockets then headed through the metal detectors. "For 'a while', huh? And just how long is 'a while'?"

As long as we both shall live. Matt shrugged with a grin as he slipped his shoes back on and put his wallet and phone back in his pocket. "As long as you'll have me."

Y/N linked her fingers through his as they headed towards their gate. "Oh, so 'forever' then?"

Matt chuckled, his heart full of happiness. "Yeah, sounds good to me."

Y/N gave his hand a squeeze. "Good."

They made their way to their boarding gate and sat.

Matt could hear the gentle shift of fabric as Y/N crossed her legs, the memory of being buried between her thighs the previous night creeping into his mind and flooding his thoughts.

He could feel Y/N studying him. "You okay?" she asked. "You suddenly look a little flushed."

Matt pulled his phone out of his pocket and popped in an earbud, then typed out a message to Y/N. I can't stop thinking about how much I enjoyed last night, angel. Keep thinking about the way your body spoke to me. 

A few seconds later, his phone chimed in reply. I enjoyed it too, Matty. It's how I had always imagined our first time to be.

Matt let out a soft groan. Me too, angel, except I missed hearing that heavenly voice of yours letting me know how good I was making you feel. God, how I love to hear you, Y/N, love the way my name sounds on your lips when you come for me, be it on my mouth and fingers or on my cock. Can't wait to get you home so I can fuck those pretty moans out of you that I didn't get to hear last night. 

He smirked as Y/N sucked in a breath. Ohh, you can't wait either, can you angel? Can't wait to have my cock buried deep inside your needy little cunt, drawing out those beautiful sounds only I've ever been able to pull out of you? 

Y/N shifted in her seat, the sweet perfume of her arousal filling Matt's nose. You do realize we have a 3-hour flight ahead of us, right?

Matt grinned, feeling Y/N's eyes on him. Yes, but once I get you back to my apartment I'm going to have that beautiful voice of yours screaming out my name. 

The scent of Y/N's arousal grew stronger. Is that a threat, Murdock?

Matt shook his head. Oh no, my beautiful, sweet angel. That's a promise.

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They had barely gotten themselves and their suitcases inside and shut the door of Matt's apartment 4 hours later when Y/N whirled around on Matt, pressing her lips to his as she pushed him against the wall.

Matt grinned against her lips as he took his glasses off and tossed them onto his end table. "Someone's impatient." 

Y/N tugged Matt's shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head. "Well I wouldn't be if you wouldn't have worked me up the whole fucking flight home, Matthew."

Matt groaned as she ran her hands across his chest and down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. "Can't help that I love to touch you, angel."

Y/N unbuckled his belt and pulled it loose before tossing it away. "Yeah, well, get to touching then."

Matt chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."

He spun them around, quickly placing a hand behind Y/N's head so she wouldn't bump it against the wall.

Y/N gasped in a breath, her already-rapid pulse quickening even more.

Ah, so that's how she wants it. Matt had originally planned on taking his time with Y/N and teasing her into an incoherent mess before taking her apart, but Y/N's brief attempt at taking charge put Matt in the mood to give her exactly what she wanted.

(Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease her a bit first, though.)

He nosed her neck. "God, you smell amazing, angel. Been driving me crazy, wanted to drag you off to go fuck you in the bathroom on the plane. Guess I'll just have to fuck you right here instead."

He unbuttoned her shorts and slid his hand inside, cupping her mound over her underwear and groaning at the damp patch he felt. "Jesus, angel, you're practically dripping for me."

Y/N let out a moan. "Yes, Matty, all for you, baby. Need you in me."

Matt smirked as he pulled his hand out of Y/N's shorts then tugged her shorts and underwear down. 

He slid two fingers into her. "Mmm, is this what you want, sweet girl? Or do you want my cock deep inside you, filling you up with my cum?"

Y/N gasped. "Want your cock, Matthew, please."

The combination of his given name and the outright plea coming from Y/N's lips broke the final strand of Matt's resolve. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste Y/N's nectar.

He groaned in pleasure. "Fuck, you taste so good, Y/N. Gonna get my mouth on you properly later."

He pulled her shirt up and off of her then pulled her bra down, kissing and nipping his way down to her breasts as Y/N frantically unbuttoned Matt's pants and shoved them down, freeing his hard cock.

Matt slipped his hands around her thighs. "Hold on."

He picked her up and pressed her against the wall, Y/N wrapping her arms around his neck for support.

Matt lined himself up with her core, using her wetness to coat himself before barely pressing inside and holding himself there.

Y/N whimpered. "Matt, stop teasing."

Matt growled deep in his chest. "Mmm, so needy, angel. Come on, pretty girl, beg for me."

He could feel Y/N's channel tighten right above where he was nestled in her.  "Please Matthew," she pleaded. "Need you to fuck me, want to feel you stretching me out with your co -- ohmyfuckingGodyes ."

Matt buried himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, biting his lip as he resisted the urge to come on the spot like a prepubescent teenager. "Gonna stuff you full, my sweet angel, make you forget everything but my name and how good my cock feels inside you."

Y/N moaned. "God, yes. Fucking wreck me, Matthew."

Matt slid out, leaving just his tip inside Y/N before plunging back into her, setting a quick, rough pace. "Shit, such a perfect little cunt. And it's mine, isn't it, Y/N?"

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes, yes, yours, Matt, fuck, I'm all yours, every part of me. I've always been yours."

Matt groaned. "I'm yours too, angel, God , I love you so much. You're it for me, Y/N, always have been."

"Love you, Matty, want to spend forever with you, want to --" Y/N cut herself off with a gasp. 

Matt could feel the edges of his orgasm quickly approaching. "Shit, fuck , I'm -- I'm not gonna last, angel."

"Me either, Matty. I'm so close, need you to come inside me, please."

Matt tightened his hold on her and began to thrust even harder, his cock reaching that perfect spot inside Y/N that he knew would have her coming around him in less than a minute.

Y/N cried out in pleasure, digging her nails into Matt's shoulders. "God, yes -- right there, Matt, feels so fucking good, don't stop, sweetheart, please."

Matt adjusted his hold and began to circle her clit with his thumb. "Want you to come with me, angel, want to feel that sweet little cunt of yours milking my cock, taking all of my cum deep inside you."

He could feel Y/N's walls begin to tighten around his cock. "That's it, angel, let go for me. I'm right there too, beautiful, gonna fill you up, give you what you need."

Y/N hissed in a breath. "Yes, oh my God, Matt, please, yes, yes, yes, yes, Matt --" 

Matt slammed into Y/N one last time, emptying himself deep inside her as she came around him.

Y/N shivered and buried her face in Matt's neck. "God, I love you," she panted.

"Mmm, I love you too," Matt murmured, carefully pulling out of her. 

He gingerly set her down, making sure she wasn't going to fall before letting her go. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Y/N gave him a kiss. "No, I'm okay."

"Okay, good." Matt grinned. "That was pretty unexpected, but fun."

Y/N laughed. "Yeah."

Matt pulled his boxers and pants back up. "So, how about we get your laundry going, then shower and eat?"

Y/N hummed happily. "Mmhmm. Oh, and we need to make a grocery list for you." 

"Okay." Matt found his shirt and held it out to her. "Want to wear this until we shower? I can give you something clean to wear afterwards since your clothes won't be done for a while."

Y/N took it from him. "Yeah, thanks, sweetheart."

She gave him another kiss. "Oh, and just for future reference, the next time you decide to tease me like that on an airplane I'm dragging you off to go join the mile-high club."

Matt grinned, already planning to rile her up on their flight to Florida for Christmas. "Deal."

[camtoons16]

Another for the Dream Carnival

I'd like ya'll to meet Ms. Apple Fritters, or just Ms.Fritters for short. In the dream carnival she is the professional confectionery crafter in charge of all the carnival's snacks treats and drinks! And a lady of sweet disposition and personality.

[ladyhoneydee]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @aegon-targaryen!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23, which is an absolutely wild number, and will also be even higher by the end of the month!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

63,587

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Realistically only LoZ, although I have two non-LoZ fics on my AO3 as well!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kiss Me [Kaichou wa Maid-Sama!] - 851 kudos

Bloom and Grow [LoZ] - 280 kudos

Just Fine (but i’m calling out) [LoZ] - 163 kudos

Sweet Nothing [LoZ] - 149 kudos

Matching Set [LoZ] - 89 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ahahaha my relationship with replies is complicated? I never used to (because I never thought about it, and also because I was never sure how to interact with more simple comments, even though I’m so grateful for all of them). Then I began trying to reply to them earlier this year, as a way to engage with people and thank them. Aaaand then I started my 30 Day Song(fic) Challenge this month and all replying to comments has flown out the window lol. Oops

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I generally prefer endings that have at least some hope, but Riptide, which has none (because it's Midlink not long before the final scene of TP), takes the cake on angstiest fic

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a lot of fluffy, happy fic, so this one is difficult! I think I’d have to go with Sweet Nothing (in which BotW/TotK zelink are finally free of destiny and expectation and the weight of the monarchy and are just blissfully domestic and in love)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I once received a very odd comment arguing about a throwaway reference I included, but nothing I’d classify as “hate” lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! Although I’m not necessarily opposed

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve never written a crossover, nor do I read them. However, I do love AUs based on existing media!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, although I hope to feel confident enough in my longfic-planning-skills to do so someday

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

It’s gotta be zelink, of course (although I am a multishipper, to be clear!)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

[long, dead-eyed stare into the camera] too many to count, especially my longfic ideas…

16. What are your writing strengths?

Prose, characterization, and invoking emotion, according to my comments sections

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

An inability to come up with actual plots for longfics, and an extreme lack of confidence in myself and my writing (especially when faced with negative critique from people whose opinions I really value). I’m working on these, though!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I suppose you could count my usage of Japanese honorifics when writing anime/manga fic? I just would rather throw myself down an oubliette than use “Mr./Ms. [Somebody]” when two characters refer to one another formally. Plus it loses a lot of nuance

19. First fandom you wrote for?

LoZ. Ironically, it was in 2011, before I ever knew actual fanfiction existed online!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

What a question. My answer to this probably changes by the day, but for now it’s probably Of Anguish and Apple Fritters. I love the comforting nature of it, and it makes me endlessly pleased and proud to have received comments telling me that it made them nostalgic for life experiences of their own

Tagging @pastelsandpining, @farore-or-less, @cooking-with-hailstones

[memetrashmom]

For Lemon: 12, 24, and 42

For Effie: 21, 38, and 45

and, if so inclined, for Daffodil: 25, 30, and 39?

For Lemon: 12, 24, and 42 12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific! Someone playing pretend/doing a bit and letting her in on the joke. Examples include: Rinn dropping her off and kissing her hand then calling her Fair Lady like a goober, Cael calling her Ms. Bakhouzin and that she drives a hard bargain all over deciding who pays for what at dinner, Nick doing something similar about her driving a hard bargain over something silly. It always gets her giggling. Lemon also loves a good play on words. They’re like little word puzzles, and she loves puzzles! 24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it? Lemon has snuck multiple cookies, hand pies, fritters, and once managed to inhale an entire tray of Special Brownies when no one was looking. She was fine, just incredibly stoned with a slightly upset tummy, so her big cousins kept an eye on her while the leaf worked its way out of her system. It’s surprising what one tiny puppy eyed halfling lass can get away with lol. She actually got her deer rib bone runes from Coyote by trading an entire kitchen's worth of baked goods and trading it when she was under 10 years old, and got grounded from baking lessons from Rosalind for a month >>’  42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be? Lemon could give multiple TED Talks, because she is a Giant Nerd, but her four main hyper fixations are arcana, nature, baking, and romance smut novels. So she might host a “Biology and Magic: How the Two Overlap” or “Local Species: What’s On the Menu, What’s a No Go, and Why?” or “Basics of Baking With Bakhouzin's” or lastly “Top Best and Worst Romance Novel Tropes”.

For Effie: 21, 38, and 45 21. What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it? Effie is a whirlwind of over the top nonsense, but shockingly she does follow most common etiquette rules out of habit. She was raised in court by her politician parents, so she follows most of them without really thinking. What she doesn’t disagree with is the supposed etiquette of “minding her own business”. If she can hear it, that makes it free game. She wants all the facts in the correct order. Will she do anything with all that fact checked gossip? Most likely not, but it could be important some day!  38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why? I like to think Effie has a lovely soprano singing voice, but for some reason when you put her in front of people suddenly she has to make a joke out of it and just cannot sing normally. Mostly because she really enjoys singing, and doesn’t want to be told she’s bad at something she loves.  45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately? Socks and sandals. She knows entire cultures do it, that it isn’t exactly a fashion thing for them, etc etc. She Knows. Effie still hates it with a fiery passion. Not as passionately as she loves Temperance, but only by a few degrees.  

and, if so inclined, for Daffodil: 25, 30, and 39? 25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot? All of the gossip in and around her human family’s court from 300-ish years ago. Who was besotted with who, who was caught talking the lover’s walk unattended into the gardens after midnight at Sir Macavoy’s last ball, who stole money at card night! Daffodil also can’t follow up on this gossip, because the humans involved are all dead now and her elf mother is MIA. She is very frustrated by this fact.  30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional? Honestly, personal is so much worse than professional. Professional mistakes happen and can be a combination of many things not entirely in her control, but disappointing one of her muses? Her light and love and joy?? The very core of her songs??? Her inspiration that makes life worth continuing???? Devastating. She will take to her bed in a faint.  39. Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there That depends entirely on why she isn’t wanted there I think. Daffodil enjoys a bit of extra drama, so if her showing up would cause a bit of stir she totally would want to be invited anyway and show up with bells on. If her family didn’t want her there because her presence would cause issues for them, then she wouldn’t want to be invited.

[notquitebilateral]

From @whirling-ghost because I am going to make this for a feast with my medieval recreation group in a couple of weeks I might as well make a transcript for it and get the recipe at the same time.

See below the cut for the transcript and the screenshots graciously provided by a friend of the TikTok OP's notes. Sources for the recipe: One from the manuscript Harleian MS. 4016 and one from the Harleian MS. 279.

Recipe itself:

Ingredients:

1 cup flour

Pinch of salt

2 eggs

1 cup milk (or 1% fat buttermilk)

Pinch of saffron

2-3 apples

Frying oil (olive oil, lard, butter or a modern vegetable oil)

Sugar for coating the fritters

Method:

Chop the saffron threads and allow to soak in a little hot water to release dye and flavor

Mix 1 cup flour with a pinch of salt

Put two eggs through a sieve

Mix eggs into the flour along with 1 cup of milk and the saffron and water

Mix until a smooth custard texture

If desired, peel the apples

Slice into rings, remove the core from the slices rings with a cookie cutter

Heat frying oil to 375 degrees Fahrenheit

Coat apple in batter and fry until rich golden brown

Remove fritters from oil, drain for one minute

Coat in sugar and serve

Transcript:

[TikTok video from user @ thesnakesaidtotheriver]

Today we're reconstructing medieval apple fritters. For this, I brought together two recipes from two 15th century English cookbooks.

[Speaking Middle English] Take {Eyroun}, drawe hem thorgh a streynour, caste there-to faire floure, {Milke & Safroun}; stere it togidre til hit be thik. Take pared appelles, cut hem thyn like obleies, ley hem in þe batur; þen put hem into a ffrying pan, and fry {hem vppe} til þei ben browne yelowe; then put hem in disshes, and strawe Sugur on hem ynough, And serue hem forthe.

[Modern English captions accompany the Middle English captions: Take eggs, put them through a strainer, cast in flour, milk and saffron; stir it together until it's thick. Take pared apples, cut them thin like communion wafers, lay them in the batter, then put them into a frying pan, and fry them up until they're golden-brown; then put them in dishes and strew plenty of sugar on them, and serve them forth.]

We know that these apple fritters are meant to be in the shape of rings because the author directs us to "cut hem thyn like obleies" : "cut them thin like communion wafers".

In the surprisingly numerous Medieval recipes for Apple Fritters, some called for the fritters to be fried in "fayre oyle," which most likely refers to olive oil; some for "fayre grece," which refers to lard, and some for "buttur," butter; and some didn't specify.

I love that in this recipe, just like modern recipes, we're directed to fry the fritters "til þei ben browne yelowe" / "until they're golden brown." After frying you can see that added the spice saffron with its sunny yellow dye brings even more of a gorgeous golden glow to the final result.

This turned out to truly be the autumnal fritter of my dreams. Fluffy, light, sweet fried dough encapsulating the most deliciously soft and fragrant in-season apple slices... And straight out of the Medieval Era.

End Transcript.

[cosycaracal]

what do you think

[the-kings-tail-fin]

Cal and Strip somehow get put into Thunder Hollow and just before “fritter time” Lynda jumps(ramps? Idk gets through) the fence and goes and saves her boys. Cal no longer question why they called her the derby queen.

What on earth did my poor boys do to end up in this situation???

Cal: “We’re doomed. We’re gonna die. This is how it ends for us.”

Strip: “Calm down, we’ve made it this far.”

Cal: “Are you not looking at the same deranged bus I am? The one billowing fire?”

Strip: “Cal, listen, I have a plan, we’re - “

*they hear a battle cry in the distance*

Strip: *brief pause* “I haven’t heard that in years. Nevermind, Cal, we’re getting out.”

Cal: “What?”

*Lynda comes plowing through the fence, taking parts of it with her, comes to a stop between them and Ms. Fritter as the crowd goes silent*

Ms. Fritter: *squints* “You… I remember you!”

Strip: “Time to go.” *whips around, pushing Cal through the opening in the fence*

Cal: “You’re seriously not gonna leave your wife in there, are you?”

Strip: “Oh, she can handle herself.”

Ms. Fritter: *clearly excited, and forgetting about the derby* “Oh. My. Lord. I really can’t believe I’m really lookin’ at the Queen of Demolition! I grew up watchin’ you destroy all those men back in the day. I even came up with my own nickname after yours. ‘Diva’ ain’t as regal as ‘Queen’, but anyhow, I absolutely adored - “

*Strip and Cal, sitting in the shadows, watching the school bus of death fangirl*

Cal: “Is that normal?”

Strip: “I- I don’t know. This is new.”

Cal: “Should we do something?”

Strip: “Mmm... probably not.”

Cal: “Aunt Lyn’s gonna kill us later on, you know that, right?”

Strip: “I’ve stared death in the face before. It’s not that bad.”

[boimgfrog]

LOVE working w old ladies these women will just give me pastries

[rowanoconnell]

Rowan stands off to the side and calculates everyone's scores. He side glances as Henry leans in to see how it's looking. Ro smiles and Henry smells nice, somehow like the fritters but then something different he doesn't think he's really smelled before. It's something unique to Henry, Rowan realizes, like the oil paints he uses in Ms B's call or paperback books. Ro likes it, a lot.

He finishes the tallies and stands up a bit straighter. "Alright," he says in front of his friends. "In last place... Chloe," he announces and everyone laughs as no one is surprised. "In fourth James, in third me, in second Henry and in first–"

"Yes!" Grace punches the air and the rest of them look at each other, typical. "But because I'm so nice, I'll buy the pizza for everyone."

Henry runs a hand through his hair and steps aside so that James can hit his ball, his gaze once again falling to Rowan as he talks about food to order. His stomach grumbles and he can’t help but laugh because,

“I pretty much think about food all the time,” He admits. “So I’m down to share some food if we want to get a bunch of different things.” 

They play another few rounds and eventually put their puts down, Henry coming close to winning but not too bad. He puts his putter in the slot and leans closer to Rowan as the rest of scores are calculated. 

[natalidenton]

Some fun mspaint art I did last year during zoom calls with my team :>

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