#they would have shared the horse shampoo

[mushroomates]

the fellowship as roommates:

frodo: probably one of the best roommates out there. keeps to himself, tidy, does his laundry quickly and doesn’t leave it in the wash for a week. the company he keeps inviting over are weird though and you wish he’d stop obsessing over his jewelry. there’s a ring dish by the sink he’s always being funny about.

sam: he has to stop bringing plants home. the amount of dirt where there shouldn’t be is getting ridiculous. will make bread for the household though, and that makes up for it. does his dishes and all the dishes in the sink frequently and genuinely enjoys the task. took over the decoration and homemaking instantly.

merry: has a massive candle collection that would be fire safety issue. it not, however, a fire safety issue because merry never lights them. he has discontinued yankee candles and various limited edition scents. it’s his pride and joy and he doesn’t ever want to burn them because he wants to keep them forever. once pippin lit his maple-bacon soy wax triwick 1998 and merry went nuts. aside from that, pleasant company.

pippin: his parents pay for his rent because he couldn’t be bothered to pay it on time, and the tooks really, really wanted their son out of the house. do NOT go in his room. has not done laundry ever and does not plan to. keeps dirty dishes in his hamper and under his bed. keeps buying new forks thinking you won’t notice.

boromir: pays his rent a day early. handles the bills and finances and just tell you how much you owe. very respectful about your space in the fridge. does his best to be quiet past 9pm. he does, however, carve wood over the carpet and splinters have become an issue. he vacuum’s but it’s seriously becoming a problem. also keeps inviting these weirdos over who try and eat all your food.

aragorn: keeps tanning hides in the living room. is never home because he’s always at his girlfriends place. brought a dehydrator into the mix and the house always smells like meat because he’s making jerky. he will share it though, which is nice:

legolas: is mildly afraid of the bathroom. keeps clogging the drains with copious amounts of shed hair. uses your shampoo when he thinks your not looking. eats all of the good food, and small bites out of pretty much everything. tracks dirt all over the carpet and has a thing for fairy lights.

gimli: historic weaponry is NOT home decor and why the hell would you keep it over your bed. he has to have his own bathroom which he keeps very specifically (the amount of products he uses for his beard is unreasonable). generally tidy, gets weird about organizing things by color and type and would rather you let him do it.

gandalf: hardly a roommate. sometimes you wonder if he still is living with you and then he’ll show up after months of ghosting you with a random horse and a new-differently colored hat. and he will explain more about the hat than the horse. no, gandalf, we can’t keep a horse in the bathroom. our landlord will find out. please shut up about your new hat.

gollum: fresh fish keep being left on your counter on the first of each month. they’re very much someone’s goldfish that keep going missing. once, a parakeet was left in your sink. your lost socks keep reappearing on your couch. sometimes shiny rocks and coins are placed next to your phone at night. four months in there’s a scratching in your walls and this fucker pops out. he’s been living off of your scraps for nearly a year and thinks you two are best friendsies! <3 he tries to plea that he’s being paying rent. someone call the cops. (sam comes over and shoo’s him out with a broom. it’s frodos weird friend from college.)

[amongemeraldclouds]

The Alchemy

An Animagus transformation gone wrong helps reveal a secret your enemy never wanted you to know.

Lorenzo Berkshire x Black Cat Animagus! f!Reader (Exes To Lovers)

Warning: fluff, three uses of y/n, cursing. Based on the Taylor Swift song of the same name.

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It’s funny how life can change in 3, 2, 1. Three attempts, two lies, and one night.

Three attempts

To say that luck was not on your side was an understatement. In fact, if luck were a person, it was a bully laughing at you and your misfortune. At least someone was laughing. Then again, everything had gone so horribly wrong that you’d soon let go of your sanity and join in the laughter.

It all started when you decided to become Animagus, associating it with the words ‘fun’ and ‘adventure’. Oh how wrong you were. Your bad luck came in the form of three attempts to carry a Mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month. The first try failed one evening when you found yourself drowning—no, your surroundings were dry. You just couldn’t breathe.

It took a few bouts of coughing before you realized you choked on your Mandrake leaf in your sleep. Thankfully your roommate Daphne Greengrass had sprung to the rescue, hitting you hard enough to dislodge the murderous leaf.

The second attempt left you wanting to burn in shame and taking down your enemy with you. It was bad enough that Lorenzo Berkshire was your ex-boyfriend without him playing silly tricks on you. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that you retaliated with your fair share of practical jokes, like the time you replaced his shampoo with dye that turned his hair and skin green for a week. No one was willing to wave the white flag any time soon. Not even Enzo with his green fingers.

That unfortunate day, he simply snuck on you and screamed in your ear, surprising you. You tried then failed to scream because the Mandrake leaf made its way down your throat again. Time must have slowed down because you certainly had enough time to think, choking again, how original! before the coughing began.

Enzo was quick to wrap his arms around you, putting pressure just below your ribcage to help dislodge the leaf. It took a few attempts and you were sure you were halfway to the afterlife because all you could think about was how lovely Enzo smelled and how nice it was to be in his arms again.

Reality came crashing down when you could breathe again. Another murderous leaf shined innocently on the floor, coated with your saliva. If you were foolish enough to believe in fate, you would think it was screaming at you to stop. But no, you were only foolish enough to be stubborn. You would become an Animagus or d*e trying, a phrase that seemed a lot more literal than you liked. As for Enzo, well, you already had enough problems to deal with without him.

You thought your luck had finally turned around when you managed to keep the Mandrake leaf from murdering you and it was safely in your mouth for a month. Sure, you had to keep to yourself and limit your interactions, but it was worth it. You were going to be an Animagus!

You fantasized a bird soaring freely in the sky or even a horse galloping freely. Your excitement and fantasies kept you going through the rest of the steps. Your bones buzzed with excitement when you chanted the words, “Amato Animo Animato Animagus!” And downed the blood-red potion.

Then your bones were literally buzzing accompanied by flaming agony as your insides danced wildly to the beat of two hearts. The world fell around you, but you managed to land on your feet. There were no wings to take you to the stars nor strong muscles and hooves to take you great distances. Instead you found yourself licking a spot on your shoulder.

In your mind, you saw yourself as a black cat. Of course, you thought, the witch transforms into a black cat. You had to laugh at the cliche! And when you found you could not transform back into a human? You just laughed harder because luck was a bully laughing at you. Now that you let go of your sanity as you walked around Hogwarts on four legs, you were finally in on the joke.

Two lies

Today was Enzo’s lucky day because he befriended a cat! Never mind that she hissed at him and nearly took his eye out when he first saw her. He won her over with pets and a promise to feed her as much food as her little heart desired. Two chicken legs later, his new friend purred as he carried the feline back to his dorm.

“Look who I met today!” He beamed as he stepped through the door and held his arms out, raising the black cat who squirmed in response. Mattheo grinned, moving closer to pet her. He quickly moved his hand away when he nearly had it bitten.

“Feisty,” he remarked, “just like how you like your girls.”

“Speaking of your girls,” Theo said, looking warily at the cat, “Daphne said y/n hasn’t come to the dorms yet. It may be nothing, maybe she decided to spend the night with someone, but she asked us to keep an eye out for her.”

Enzo lifted his chin, “first of all, y/n and I broke up a few years ago. She’s not my girl, she could spend the night with whomever she wants. I’m not jealous at all.” He sucked in a breath as when he felt a sting on his arm, the cat had scratched his arm.

He frowned at her and clutched his heart in mock betrayal, “I thought we were friends!”

“I’ve seen the way you look at y/n,” Theo said, returning to the topic. “You still like her.”

“Like to annoy her, sure,” Enzo shrugged.

Theo narrowed his eyes, “why don’t you just tell her the truth? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Have you met Enzo?” Mattheo chimed in.

Enzo glared at him and answered Theo. “Even if I still liked her, we tried and failed before, okay? I’d rather let her dye me green from head to toe if it meant I’d still see her and interact with her without ruining things further.”

“But don’t you still want to fuck her?” Mattheo asked.

Enzo scoffed, “of course I want to fuck her, I—”. He never got to finish his sentence as the black cat scratched him again. Maybe it wasn’t his lucky day after all, he thought. But when he gazed into the cat’s big round eyes, he changed his mind. He’d keep this adorable little creature, scratches and all.

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You purred comfortably on Enzo’s chest as you listened to his heartbeat. It was just like old times, snuggling with him, except you were much less hairy and your nails weren’t nearly as sharp.

His words played through your mind as warm feelings settled in your chest. You were young and in love once and it seems the only thing that changed was your age. Your heart still had a “reserved” sign with Enzo’s name on it no matter how much you tried to change the letters by seeing other people. In the end, they were all just clowns and amateurs.

You tried to think about how much you hated Enzo instead. His stupid smile, his messy hair, and annoying personality. Perhaps if you thought about it enough, it would all come true.

You drifted off as old memories with Enzo came to you of hands held, inside jokes, and late night chats. You relaxed into your body for the first time since your transformation and it was enough to undo the spell.  

One night

Enzo woke up when he felt something heavy on his chest as his bed creaked with the extra weight.

You woke up screaming, staring into Enzo’s wide eyes.

Mattheo shot out of bed, wand at the ready. At the same time, Theo covered his ears with his pillow and said, “Enzo, I told you to at least use a silencing charm when you bring a girl over!”

“I don’t think that’s the problem,” Mattheo replied, which got Theo to look at Enzo’s bed.

All four of you exchanged confused glances before Theo got out of bed and grabbed Mattheo. “We’ll be at the Common Room,” he said as he shut the door.

You rolled off Enzo and started to get up when he instinctively reached a hand to your shoulder. It was surprisingly sweet and the shock glued you in place.

“Is this a prank or your secret way of spying on me?” Enzo accused, trying to rub the fog of sleep off his mind.

“Oh you think too much of yourself if you thought I’d go through all this effort to spy on you,” you scoffed.

He tsked, ignoring your words. “Animagus, huh? Seems like a lot of effort to spy on me, you could have just said you still loved me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Told you I wasn’t spying. Besides, look who’s talking? Oh yeah, someone who would rather go green from head to toe just to interact with me.” You shot back.

“You know that wasn’t meant for your ears,” he deadpanned.

“And what if I still loved you?” You challenged.

You stared at each other, your breathing the only sound in the room. Enzo wanted to push you away and hold you tightly in his arms at the same time.

Perhaps you still had a lot of things to discuss but he had waited too long to do this. You could always talk later so instead he kissed you. As you kissed him back and your bodies melted together, this time, you were sure that luck was on your side.

It’s funny how life can change in 3, 2, 1. Three words, two lips, and one kiss.

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A/N: This was so fun to write because I have a black cat irl, with whom I'm obsessed with 🖤

[thesilvertheorist]

• missed you •

Carl Grimes x reader

REQUEST: anon asked -

"I LOVE your headcanons for Carl!!

I was wondering if we could get a FIC more in detail with the whole Carl giving us his hat when he wants attention thing? Maybe he misses reader who’s been busy lately so he runs up and puts his hat on our head and then runs away and we go to find him and it’s just lots n lots of fluff please please please? :3"

plot: you're away for a week, carl doesn't cope well, fluff ensues.

warnings/tags: fluff, sfw, soft!carl, worried!carl, anxious!carl, established relationship, cuddles as therapy, carl receives the love he deserves, hat (iykyk), alexandria era.

word count: 3095

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Carl had always been impatient, snippy, and downright rude if things weren’t going his way. His attitude was no different lately as you were away for an entire week. Rick had assigned you to join the negotiation team heading for Oceanside and Carl was pissed that he wasn’t able to join you. He had asked his dad a million and one times if he could go, to which Rick always responded with a head tilt and a sharp “no, y’ can’t”.

You’d been assigned to the negotiation team as you’re level headed but always quick thinking. Rick knows that you’re better there, fairly negotiation on ammo supplies, as opposed to sending someone like Eugene…who’d outwardly disrespect the rules of the agreement and end up getting everyone killed. It was best for you to go along with the group, but you still didn’t want to. You’d prefer to stay here and do your casual shifts around Alexandria…maybe spend some time with your adoring boyfriend…

When you were packing to leave, Carl sat on the edge of the bed and huffed in disapproval as you packed only your essentials: a few spare clothes, toothbrush, small comb, weapons, ammo. Your boyfriend was insistent that he’d sneak out of the walls and follow you. Knowing exactly what he’s like (and how likely he is to follow through on that threat) you stand in front of him as he’s sat, and pull him into a hug, Carl nuzzling into your waist.

“Don’t go” he insists gently.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll be back before you even realise I’m gone” you assure.

“I know you’ll be fine, you’re strong, but I’ll need you here” he pouts as he leans back to look at up you.

Your heart builds and breaks for your poor boy. The two of you have been inseparable since you were ten, and now you’re leaving for a week…to negotiate with a new community…over ammunition. What could go wrong? You knew that Carl would be fine, he’d carry on with his duties, snapping at anyone who dare even look in his direction. He’d have to sleep in your shared bed alone for a week, not feeling your warmth or love, only the scent of your shampoo to comfort him. It both warms and shatters your heart that he’s like a puppy dog with separation anxiety.

With everything packed, plan organised, and group prepared, Carl walked you to the gates of Alexandria, carrying your bag for you - not dropping your hand for a single second. He only grips you tighter as you reach the gates. The group has opted to take horses instead of cars, so you’ll be on the road for at least a day. You give Carl a long hug and a loving kiss before mounting your horse (Carl being the gentleman he is, giving you both a leg up AND using his hat to cover your butt from any prying eyes as you get situated).

You can see the tension in him rising; his jaw is clenched tight and he’s stood stiff. He only moves when his dad tells him to get the gate. He waves you off as you leave and you blow him a kiss, smiling to him before the group is out of sight. You carry him in your mind whilst the group makes it’s way over to Oceanside, Michonne keeps you company and talks all your worries away. She’s under no illusion about how Carl gets when you’re not around, she knows exactly why you’re on edge about it too. Needless to say, she puts your mind at ease and reminds you that you’ll be back before long and you can take your pretty boy somewhere quiet and smooch the living daylights out of him. You smile at Michonne’s little jokes, thinking to yourself that her idea is actually quite preferable.

The ride to Oceanside takes the entirety of the day and by the time you arrive, everyone is exhausted. There were a few small herds of walkers on the way and the forests were littered with who knows what. The horses were well behaved, and you were grateful for having remained seated whilst wading through all that sludgy dead stuff. The girls at Oceanside help you put the horses away for the night and your group is informed that negotiations start in the morning, bright and early. Fantastic…not.

The next four days go as planned. Negotiations are going well and appear to be fair on both sides, tensions haven’t risen as of yet and the atmosphere is one of mutual respect. In this moment, you commend Rick on his decision to send an all-girls negotiation team that had Michonne at its wheel. Very smart decision. This was actually getting somewhere, for once. Although, even with things going better than anticipated, your heart ached and missed the boy you’ve left back at home.

The remaining few days pass agonisingly slow, you’re unable to rip your thoughts from what Carl might be up to. Usually, he’d have today off and he’d play with Judith at home. He’d try his best to make her breakfast and subsequently fail, he’d clean each of your boots of any mud that clung to them over the previous week (taking extra care to get the forest floor mulch out of the grips on the underside of yours, knowing how you hate to feel that under your feet), he’d read a comic or two, he’d do all of this with you. You wonder if he’s done any of this today…or has he picked up another shift from his dad to keep himself busy? He must be going insane…just like you are.

Michonne snaps you from your thoughts yet again, reminding you that the group travels back home tomorrow morning. Finally! You smile over your shoulder at her and imagine Carl’s cute happy face when he sees that you’re home, safe. You slept that night, eager to wake up and go. Nothing motivated you more than your boy.

The ride back home was the same as it had been on the journey heading out, mucky. A walker had spooked one of the younger horses and caused the others to become skittish. After dealing with the drama that had amassed, the group had to high-tail it to a more open position so nothing else went awry. Frustratingly, this would take longer to get back home. You decide to dismount and walk along the group for a while, dealing with walkers before they became an issue, doing your best to get back home on time. Nothing would stop you getting home on time to see him. Once cleared, you re-mounted and lead the group home.

The light was dwindling as the group approached the familiar gates of home. You’re surprised as they open before you even reach them. Michonne whistles for the group to pick up the pace and everyone rushes over. You barely make it inside and off your horse before Carl is pulling you into a bear hug. He must have been on watch all day waiting for you; he’s barely holding himself up, leaning on you almost entirely.

Rick snaps you both back to reality insisting that there needs to be a debrief, the council needs to be aware of what’s happened and what was decided. Understanding the importance of what he’s said, but still not wanting to leave your boyfriend, you plant a kiss on Carl’s cheek and head on over to the church with the rest of the group, ready to spill the beans to Rick about what a wonderful holiday you’d all had away…not.

As you’re climbing the porch steps of the church, you hear Carl’s footsteps behind you. You’d know them anywhere… to your surprise, he doesn’t cling to you or whisk you away. Instead, he places his hat on your head and turns to walk off, presumably heading home. Carl is EXTREMELY precious about who can touch his hat. He’s got so possessive over it that he even dislikes Rick touching it unnecessarily – and it used to be his! Nowadays, if Carl isn’t wearing it, and it’s not hung on the bedpost on his side – it’s on your head.

This act of placing his hat on you and darting off isn’t something new that your boyfriend does. He’s been doing this for a while…it started about the same time Lori died….now you think about it. He’ll get so stressed with what’s going on, with no outlet for his emotions…and some frustrating circumstances will forbid him from seeing you immediately so you can help him through it, so he’ll put his hat on you instead and run off to a quiet corner, waiting for you to come and return it to him. As you always do. This occasion would be no different.

Over time, this little ritual of his has become situational, sometimes he needs your help, other times he just wants your attention and needs to reserve your next available moment before someone else snatches you up. Even the group have come to recognise this as an indicator of Carl reserving your time. No one ever mentions it, but everyone gives you those small smiles as if to say that they know and they won’t take up too much more of your time.

Once debriefed, Rick double checks that you’re okay, making reference to you being covered in walker blood and forest mulch. You laugh slightly and assure him that you’re perfectly fine, better now you’re home. He commends you on how helpful you were during the negotiation, having heard from Michonne that you were invaluable to ensuring a fair deal. You smile at him and thank him for his words, feeling a sense of accomplishment – knowing that you’d done your best by those who do their best by you. Finally, you’re dismissed.

Your feet carry you quickly back home, taking you up the porch steps leaving muddy footprints as you go. You remind yourself to leave your boots by the door, Michonne would kill you if you tracked dirt through the house, plus she’d make you clean it – not fun. After your boots are off, you race through the house, noticing that only the lamps are on, no ceiling lights…interesting. You prefer the lamps, it’s better for your eyes, but only one person knows this. Carl. You take yourself up the stairs, poking your nose through Judith’s door, seeing her fast asleep. Perfect.

You turn to your shared bedroom door, opening it to see Carl, waiting on the bed – sat exactly as he had been whilst you were packing to leave, picking at his callouses nervously. You enter and shut the door behind you, Carl standing up and meeting you on that side of the room. This time, you pull him into a hug, tightening your arms around his waist, pressing your nose into his shoulder. Carl wastes no time in reciprocating – pulling you close, relishing in the feeling of your body against his.

“I missed you” he breathes out, his voice a shaky whisper.

You feel his body begin to tremble where he’s standing. You soothingly run your hands over his back, reminding him that you’re both here and safe – and that he’s in your arms. His trembling wanes but doesn’t cease…he’s barely keeping it together.

“Sit back down for me, Pretty boy, let’s get comfy, hm?” you calmly suggest, Carl letting you lead him back over to the bed.

This time, you set him down so that his back is against the headboard, over the covers. You climb up on the other side and get situated before opening your arms to him, letting him wrap himself around you and get comfortable. He leans his head into your neck and shoulder, entangling his legs with your own, clinging to you for dear life as you run your fingers through his hair and trail your nails gently down his arm in small patterns. He’s still trebling as you wrap him up in the small throw blanket that was hooked over your bedpost – which reminds you that you’re still wearing his hat!

You take one of your hands away from soothing your boyfriend to reach for the hat on your head, wanting to place it back in it’s rightful spot on Carl’s side, but just as you reach away to put it back, your boyfriend stops you.

“N-no, keep it on. I need you right now…” he worriedly speaks out.

You know in an instant what he means, he wants you to be his strength – he wants you to be the source of his comfort. He wants you to hold him, to care for him, to shower him with love, and to stay here…returning his hat means you’ll leave sooner – return to your duties or let something else consume your time. You wouldn’t let that happen, not whilst he’s like this, so you leave his hat on your head and bring him back in close.

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere now.” You reassure him, your hands automatically going back to comfort your boy.

He doesn’t ask about the negotiation, you don’t ask about his time spent here over the last week. You both just savour this moment. You relish having your boyfriend so close, heart breaking over the fact he’s so messed up about having missed you so much. Your only job now is to comfort him, and to stay with him.

As the patterns you trace onto Carl’s arms and back start to regulate him, you bring your other hand up to sweep the hair from his face, feeling him let out an eventual sigh of relief at finally being able to relax, accepting that you’re back with him. You place kisses to his forehead and the top of his hair, spending as much time here as he needs. He moves slightly more into the centre of your chest, placing his ear against you, the sound of your heartbeat creating a calming rhythm for him to listen to as he drifts off in your arms.

“I’ve got you, Precious boy. It’s okay…I’m here, we’re safe.” You whisper, continuing your movements along his arms and back.

As he drops to sleep, you take a second to look over his face properly, his freckled face is tear stained and his eye has a dark grey semi-circle below it…he must have barely slept over this last week. You knew that your absence would be difficult for him, but you’re torn apart at seeing him like this. He’s always so strong around the group – especially his dad – but he’s a nervous wreck underneath it all.

You don’t stop loving up on him whilst he sleeps, somehow you feel as though he ‘d notice if you stopped and he’d wake up. You need him to get some rest so that you can talk about what’s happened when he’s more stable. You can’t deal with the idea that he’s been suffering this badly whilst you’ve been away. No wonder he raced to you so quickly when you got back. You kiss the top of his hair once more before letting yourself drift off with him, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

You wake up what must have been a few hours later, Carl still exactly where he was – sound asleep. The only issue is that your leg has fallen asleep beneath you. You try your best to move it out of the warm entanglement you’ve got yourself into, but regardless of how slowly you’re moving, Carl wakes up.

“Whe-where’re you going?” he panics again.

“Nowhere, Angel, my leg is asleep.” You smile back at him, cupping his cheek with your hand.

He lets out another relieved sigh before adjusting so that you can move your leg, feeling the pins and needles as it comes back to you. You wonder if now is the right time to ask Carl about what happened whilst you were gone, or would it just upset him more? You decide to bite the bullet, eager to know if you can ease his pain.

“What happened whilst I was away Carl?” you whisper to him, feeling him shift at your question.

“I- I uh…I’m better now.” He replies shyly, hiding his face against you.

“I know you are now, what happened whilst I was away?”

Carl takes a minute before responding, likely wondering if he can get away with waving most of his struggles off, deciding it was no use and you’d find out anyway – he swallows his pride and fills you in on his week.

“I couldn’t sleep so I took some extra watch shifts, but I got so tired and passed out when I came home. I got so panicked when I woke up and you weren’t here… your boots were gone, your gun was gone, your side of the bed was empty, you didn’t leave a note. I was so scared – I ran downstairs and dad stopped me, reminding me where you were. That was maybe…day three, I’m not sure.” He rambles out.

Your heart breaks; shattering everywhere, shards of it attacking your other organs, taking you out piece by piece. Carl had been here, having panic attacks about you being gone, working himself into the ground to try and distract himself… and you couldn’t do anything about it as it was happening. You weren’t there for him.

“Carl…”

“I just missed you,” he begins, his voice shaking again “so much.”

You cup his face with your hands and bring his lips to meet yours, hoping to express your love for him through your affection. He kisses you back eagerly, seemingly having forgotten how nice you feel. You spend time kissing him – small, romantic kisses that convey nothing but love, adoration, and tenderness. You pull away to test your foreheads together, closing your eyes.

“I missed you too.”

The remainder of the night was spend whispering sweet nothings to each other and cuddling close in the other’s warmth. You managed to get Carl into some more comfortable clothes so he could sleep and you’d taken off your clothes from your long day of travel, deciding to deal with that specific pile of laundry in the morning. With Carl cuddling up to you, under the sheets this time, your shared world seems to be at peace. You speak to Carl about the possibilities of the future, setting up a comic date with him outside the walls in a few days’ time. Life was liveable again, now you’re home. Now you’re with Carl again.

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[rain-day-today]

A few more baby fairytail headcanons because their the found family that haunts me in my dreams🫶🏽 these are a little more natsu and gray centric cause those are my favs

Gray and Natsu did not have a place to live until they were in the guild for like a year . There were too many parentless orphans running around and not enough people to keep track of them, so It was couch surfing hot potato like nobody’s business.

Natsu’s stuff was scattered to the high heavens. You would find his sandals in Laxus’s room, bag in the Strauss Siblings place,any clothes were scattered between Erza, Cana and Levy. Really its a miracle he had clothes at all considering the fact he also refused to wear a shirt his first month( “you don’t needs shirts in the forest snd their itchhhyyy” ) . Gray was a bit better and just had a card board box that he took to people’s house when he decided (without the person’s permission) to crash there for the next week. Ironically,The two would always end up trying to crash with the same person on the same night. Natsu would be climbing into the room through the window right when Gray was breaking in by picking the lock.

Speaking of which, Everyone but erza can pick locks. Lissana is the fastest followed by Cana and then Natsu. Mira just broke the door down.

Whenever they were smaller and Erza went on a job with Levy they had an unspoken understanding to only speak like they were from medieval times. There were alot of questions afterward and more lost in translation.

Little Cana would cut and dye everyone’s hair. She Once dyed natsu’s hair black, mistaking the hair dye as extra shampoo-y shampoo

That was the worst week of Natsu and Grays life. Whenever they were out in public together they got mistaken for brothers.

”WHAT DO YOU MEAN BROTHERS?! HES A BROODING EMO STRIPPER! WE DON’T LOOK ANYTHING CLOSE TO RELATED. ”

*cana and laxus dying of laughter*

*maco and wakaba choking*

“BROTHERS?! BROTHERS?!?? ARE YOU BLIND HIS FACE IS FREAKY! FREAKY ! AND LOOKS COMPLETELY STUPID, HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT ME AND THAT THING SHARED ANYTHING?!?!”

natsu and gray couldn’t look at each other that entire week.

EmoTeen!Gray discovered the girls taste in books after being locked in the library closet during “book club”

Natsu knows exactly what Erza and Levy read. super hearing y’know? He wont admit to it but he knows not to be in the guild whenever those high pitched giggle start.

Laxus gets severely motion sick. He used to deal with it by using those stupid looking motion sickness glasses every time he got on a train. Now he just sells his soul to the devil (mira) for a bottle of magic elixir ( straight vodka) that lets him pass tf out.

Erza lost an Erza look alike contest once

Mira lost a Mira look alike contest

Lissana won both of them back to back

Natsu has a collection of hand me downs that he refuses to wear or get rid of. Most of them are Erzas old armors or things gray stripped and forgot about, but he has a little of everyone. His favorite one is Laxus’s old big coat.

Elfman does a little quote of the day thing in the guildhall

Elfman once got all the fairytail kids including s-class Laxus, Erza, and Mira to Jump Guildarts. No one knows the outcome because at some point all the smaller kids got knocked out with only Erza,Mira and Laxus left awake and they wont tell who won.

When they were younger there was a cute skate park the girls would visit often, thats why they can do all the cool skate board tricks.

Levy bought a motorcycle after getting the money from her first “big” job

Natsu once put a tin full of mentos in multiple buckets of coke in the guild hall infirmary

One time gramps was feeling really down and kids did a little play to cheer him up. They did sleeping beauty with Levy as Sleeping Beauty, Cana as the prince, Mira was maleficent, and Laxus as the prince’s horse. Gray, Natsu, and Elfman were obviously the fairies. Erza wasn’t in the guild at the moment much to her dismay. The play genuinely went incredibly well except instead of waking the princess up with a kiss, Cana head butted Levy so hard it caused Levy to pass out.

Little Valentines Day scenario

(No i do not care that its may)

The first year they were all together, Natsu and Gray got in trouble with Erza the day before valentine’s day. Them hearing everyone gush about wanting someone to give them something, decided that the best way to apologize (save themselves) would be to give her a bunch of valentines day candy and presents. They gave them to her at the guild with cute cards and she was so so happy she started to tear up. This marks Erza as the first person among them all to get a Valentine present.

The others were silently seething, which turned into alot of teasing “ Aww looks like Grays got a crushhh,” “ Look at natsu being all gentlemen like , Erza must be a special special girl,” Erza promptly beat them all up for it, and Gray and Natsu were successfully in their mission to save themselves!

They did feel kinda bad afterwards seeing the others look longingly at Erza quite large pile. Natsu sneakily went out and bought some more chocolates to hand cheer everyone up, gray joined in because “No way am I letting flame brain be liked more then me!” They obviously fought, which melted the chocolates. No fear however! Natsu tempered the chocolates to perfection and gray used his magic to make fun molds.

The next day they handed them out and now its a tradition. On Valentine’s day you get candy from the boy of your dreams, the next day Natsu and Gray give you a creepily detailed mini you made out of chocolate.

[amplexadversary]

Master Asia has a horse. He probably has to take care of Fuunsaiki about as much as any horse.

He also doesn't seem the type to carry around more shit than he needs.

... Does Master Asia wash his hair with Mane & Tail?

Did he make Domon wash his hair with horse shampoo while training him?

Does Domon continue to wash his hair with horse shampoo post-canon, because that's what he's used to using?

And finally, does anyone else (Rain, the Shuffle Alliance, Domon's dad, etc.) realize that Domon uses horse shampoo until they notice that he's using the same bottle for both himself and Fuunsaiki?

(Domon would NOT think to buy two, he would not care enough to have his own separate bottle, he is sharing his shampoo with the horse. Fuck, I love him.)

[yourlocalmerchgirl]

Period Pains

Robbie Reyes x f!reader one shot

Summary: Robbie comes home to find you curled up intense cramps and wastes no time taking care of you.

Warnings: soft Robbie concerned Robbie protective Robbie, mentions of blood and pain. Hurt/ comfort theme

Despite having the spirit of vengeance living inside of him, when it came to you, Robbie was the biggest softy. You were his everything, his comfort after late nights working for the rider, his light when he couldn’t see past the darkness. He couldn’t believe a girl like you would be interested in a guy like him, a mechanic by day and a demon that drags the souls of the damned down to hell by night. Robbie thought for sure the night you realized he was the Ghost Rider that it would be over but your love for him never wavered and you’ve done nothing but firmly stand by his side never giving up on him.

So when Robbie returns home to some of the lights on but no sign of you, he begins to panic a little bit. It wasn’t unlike you to fall asleep trying to wait up for him to come home, something he found cute even though he wouldn’t admit it. He becomes a little more frantic calling for you when he makes his way s to your shared bedroom to see blood on the bed sheets and the faint glow of the bathroom light from under the door.

“Cariño, are you in there? Are you ok?”

So help me god if anyone hurt her Robbie, I’ll burn the city down to find them.

“Ro-Robbie please don’t look at the bed, I-I need to clean it” you managed to whine out between strangled sobs.

“You’re scaring me Cariño, can I open the door?”

“Y-yes” you squeaked out, voice horse and barely above a whisper.

Robbie slowly opens the door to find you curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing and covering your face in embarrassment.

Robbie’s features soften as soon as he sees you. Kneeling down next you to he tenderly messages your leg.

“Baby look at me”

You finally pull your head up revealing your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“Oh Cariño what’s wrong?”

“I-l wasn’t feeling fell so I went to bed, I woke up doubled over in pain with the most intense cramps I’ve had in a long time.” Tears start streaming down your face again as your trying to get your words out. Letting out a ragged breath you continue. “I unexpectedly started my period and it’s really heavy and I got blood all over your sheecheats.”

“Baby it’s ok” Robbie says as he reaches up to wipe the tears from your cheek,his voice as soft as velvet.

“There’s no need to worry, these things happen, I’m not mad or grossed out”

You lean onto into his warm touch as he cups your face.

“Let’s get you in the shower, that might make you feel better huh?”

You nod your head, relishing in the way his warm skin soothes your face as you do.

Robbie steadies you as he helps you stand. Slowly and tenderly he helps you out of your clothes and then rids himself of his as he starts the water. Robbie climbs in the shower then grabs your hand helping you in as well. There’s so much vulnerability and love in this moment, Robbie is so focused on taking care of you, never turning the moment into anything sexual. He switches places with you, watching as you visibly relax as the water streams down your back. Tilting your head back Robbie helps get your hair completely wet before for lathering some shampoo in his hands before working it through your hair messaging your scalp as he does. You rest your forehead on Robbie’s shoulder as he rinses the shampoo out of your hair.

Then Robbie grabs your loofa lathering it up with you favorite soap and gently rubs it over your body until he’s washed every inch of you, going over a couple places twice when you let out a giggle the first time around.

“Stay here I’ll be right back” Robbie says as he slips into the bedroom once the two of you are dried off.

A few moments later Robbie returns with clothes for you, helping you into your comfy clothes and period underwear.

“Ok now by the time your done drying your hair I’ll have the bed all taken care of.”

“Rooobbie no…”

“Shhhh Cariño” Robbie says kissing your forehead.

“Just let me finish taking care of you, you don’t need anything thing else to worry about”

“Thank you Robbie” you breath out barely above a whisper, taken a back by the love and care Robbie is giving you.

When you climb into bed, Robbie snuggles right up to you placing his large hand on your abdomen, rubbing in soothing circles his forehead resting against the side of your head.

“I love you, Robbie”

“I love you too”

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@kalllistos @spikershoyo @alongfortheridereader @svittok2 @huskyfox5 @princessmk21

[daenysx]

i just feel that modern!aemond would have a veeryy restrictive routine even as a teenager in his 18/19 years living with his parents, he definitely would wake up at 6AM, probably go to gym or ride out with vhagar around the family house (they probably have a stable for the horses:dragons of the family) (I imagine her as a big old black horse), probably has breakfeast with his mom and helaena(aegon still sleeping btw) and then he would go to work in a super fancy black car(work: probably in one of the billion dollar companies that the Targaryens have) and he would also have a high position in the company just because Alicent convinced Viserys to put him there, getting at home at 6PM and just taking a very productive shower with fancy colognes and shampoos and all that, and probably read a book and drink wine or whisky or watch a movie with a dog(idk why but i imagine he has one) and btw he sleeps very early, im so sorry if this was long but i needed to share my thoughts about him and sorry if my english is not that good :)

ahhh you put it all so perfectly!!!! i definitely believe aemond is an early riser, he would get many things done in the morning when everyone sleeps. he'd like the quietness and having no stress over things so early, just a few hours he gets to himself of the day <333

i always imagine him being admired with his works on the company, it's probably because i'd really like to see him being appreciated and getting enough support from people around him. i think it would fix a lot of things for him, maybe even lead him the right way with his family

you know i once wrote this little piece for modern!aemond and reader was giving him a little skincare session, i was thinking aemond DEFINITELY has his own routine. especially for hair care products but also for his skin, he knows what works for him and he follows those routines

thank you so much for sharing this with me, angel, it was so nice to read it!! <33333

sad girl sleepover ♡

[doueverwonder]

For that character ask, Poland #0

sorry this took so long! I've had a busy weekend 😅

#0 All numbers in the list!

1, what would their social media page/activity be like

A mix of Straight girl and history obsessed white cishet guy.

He has "You have to try this Starbucks secret menu item!!!!" and *inaccurate history meme taken from reddit* right next to each other.

also Christian memes and horse girl memes.

2, What animal they remind me of

a cat actually; like, how dare you ignore him but also how DARE you bother him when he doesn't want to be bothered.

3, my thoughts on their design/aesthetic alone

canon Poland looks like his name is Stephanie and he's a wine mom who says "I'm doing this for my crowns in heaven!" whenever doing a favor for someone.

Fanon Poland Is amazing I love him, we all really went "This man is actually a walking thrift store but in a good way" and it works amazingly on him.

4, physical headcanons

he sleeps with like 7-12 pillows. It drove Liet insane when they were married.

when he's home alone he THROWS every door open looks around suspiciously then makes a mad dash to whatever other room he needs to go to. my guy DOES NOT linger in hallways.

hates knitted stuff on his skin. Can't wear sweaters without a long sleeve shirt under them, loves the knitted crop top look, can't commit to wearing them for more than 5 min.

everyone thinks he's a 17 step morning routine person; his darkest secret is he owns 1 watered down face wash and uses 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash.

5, Social Headcanons

The Friend Group(TM) consists of Lithuania, Latvia, Prussia, Estonia, Hungary, Finland, Czechia, Slovakia, and Belarus.

"If we're gonna go out we should get the whole group together!!"

individually;

Lithuania: The Ex Husband, the boyfriend, the mom friend he's literally a 3 in 1, it's great. LietPol is one of my "Soulmates in more than 1 flavor," examples, they're stuck together. Whether it's romantic, platonic, or somethign you need a whole fic to explain.

Latvia: The little brother that tags along so much you accidentally become friends with him too. Feliks loves Raivis, they're buddies. They 100% sincerely pray for each other, like "Hey this is happening, could you pray for me?" "Of course <3"

Prussia: The former enemy. They're friends now but Feliks is still super snarky to him. "I'll pray for you <3" but condescending and unsolicited. They fuck sometimes ngl.

Estonia: Feliks takes one look at Kalev and just!!! Look at this little nerd!!! He needs friends!! I'll take pity on him and be his friend!!! Feliks is just as nerdy and knows it, but like,,, still calls Kalev a nerd, lovingly ofc.

Hungary: THE RIDE OR DIE. The shared experience of being genderqueer and horse girls. Feliks would die for Erzí, Erzsébet would die for Feliks. They complain and brag about their bf's and Erzí talks about his kids while Feliks (depending on the day) cements himself further into "I'm never having kids" or "I want a baby so badly :(((((("

Finland: Feliks straight up does not remember becoming friends with Kasper. He just knows one day Kasper tagged along with Kalev and Erzí and then they became friends? Tbh more than anything is just "Erzí and Kalev's little brother"

Czechia: his relationship with Adéla can be summed up in "I wouldn't take a bullet for you bc If I have time to jump in front of it you have time to move" but like, he would actually take a bullet for her. Tbh they really only hang out at like 3 am when drunk.

Slovakia: i... don't actually have hc on them yet.

Belarus: Feliks is actually 2 seconds away from adopting Natalya. He's gonna be her new dad and he's going to raise her right. Feliks relationship with Natalya is really complicated, but he does really feel bad for her and has moments of "I could save her from everything probably"

Psychologic headcanons

Has to be surrounded by people at all times. He has 'safety in numbers' drilled into his subconscious.

has APD, It made learning to read really hard, and like you can't talk to him in a noisy room bc your voice and that fork clinking on the plate over there are the same sound sorry :\

has nightmares so often he started taking nyquill every night so he sleeps through them bc no I don't have time for this.

7, ships with them that I like or at least consider

LietPol, legit did not think about this two until I started following 2 specific people I will let you all guess who they are.

PruPol, i have to be a specific angsty/slap-hCppy mood to enjoy it tho.

8, Made up connections with other characters that weren't in canon

I think I accidentally answered this one with #5

9, Headcanons about their past

Feliks is one of the few nations to have both human parents (Japan is one of the others I have rn) he was only a few months old physically when his father died, and 2-ish when his mother died.

They didn't throw him out. After their parents died, his younger brother (a human) took him. Generation after generation they took care of this little mystical being.

Most nations born to humans are thrown out as curses. Feliks' family called him a blessing, some family members even claimed he was their guardian angel.

Generation after generation they took care of him, they loved him so much.

A tragedy struck, they all died. He buried them all himself. He laid next to the graves and cried for days, he begged God to kill him.

He was only physically eleven years old.

He didn't know what he was, but he had bought into the guardian angel thing. He thought he had failed. Eventually he got up and moved on, he left just wandering...

Then he met Liet... found out he wasn't alone.

10, Content about them I'd like to see more of

tbh more platonic PolHun, I love them <3

[keithkogane]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

i would find ways to make creative writing assignments about cartoon characters in elementary school. i think i remember doing this in 1st grade but i know i definitely did in 2nd grade. but i wouldnt really count that fanfiction so fast forward a few years i read the outsiders in 8th grade and it inspired me and my then-best friend to pass a notebook back and forth writing a round robin story about it.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

uhhhhhhhhh. 🎲🕵️‍♂️📹🥺😏

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

i remember writing a "book" when i was really really young called white rain and it was about horses and yes it was named after that really shitty cheap shampoo brand. i think it was like spirit BUT i dont think i ever actually got to watch spirit i just went off vibes like based on the trailers?? i also illustrated it.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

it really really grates on my nerves when ppl don't follow the rules about starting a new paragraph when a new person has begun talking. like "hi, this is an example," said mary. then joseph said, "yeah, i'm talking now." its so hard to keep up with so i just go away. ALSO if you call your shit a reader insert and then immediately say "your name is SARAH you are 18 you have LONG BLOND HAIR AND BLUE EYES" thats not me. thats a whole oc. just label it as such.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

damn tricking me into writing 😭 under the cut (its more than 50 words bc i built around a paragraph that was unfinished lol)

He mulled it over while rubbing his chin.  His knit brow and frown made it apparent that he felt strongly about letting that one get away.  She held her breath, praying she didn’t put her neck on the line just to get dismissed.  Out of everything she’d said to him tonight, this was what she really needed him to believe.  It didn’t matter if all her other lies unraveled as long as this one truth could help him put a stop to this.

[allylikethecat]

what does pop look like? can we see a picture? or is that too personal?? you can describe her or him please it’s been on my mind since you first mentioned you had a horse

OK SO I would totally post a picture of Pop, the love of my life, the most important thing in my world. However, he has some pretty distinct markings and is easily identifiable, and therefore I would prefer to keep his picture off of Tumblr! I'm sorry!!

Just know that he is the most ADORABLE chonky lil quarter horse gelding (castrated male horse to non horse people followers lol) he's a little peanut. He was not bred to be a jumper, and is actually a finished rope horse who kind of stumbled into jumping and ended up being pretty damn good at it. He's a palomino and he is my entire world. Like if you imagine the Barbie horse, that's him. He LOVES treats and does a little happy dance whenever I ask him if he wants a cookie. His ground manners are near perfect and if I go into his stall while he's laying down, he'll either put his head in my lap or let me sit and lean on him. He's also in desperate need of a bath with soap 😂 he has not seen soap since winter started and he really needs his tail scrubbed with purple shampoo, it's currently yellow and not white like it's supposed to be 😬

Thank you so much for this ask and I hope that answered your question! I'm sorry for not being able to share a picture of him, maybe one day! I hope you had a fantastic Friday and that you have the best weekend!

❤️Ally

[3liza]

i have to return him to his family on Sunday evening. i think I will probably cry.

i have fallen in love with him and I will miss him terribly. ive never been able to spend quality time with a rabbit before, when I was a kid it was before the revolution in pet care standards that happened around the 2000s. people I knew who had rabbits still thought it was okay to keep rabbits in little wire hutches, and the rabbits were always half feral and hated to be handled. it was awful but no one knew any better.

this is the first rabbit I've met who was raised with the new, animal-conscious ways of pet husbandry that have become much more well known since the last century, and he's just the nicest pet I can imagine. he's just as sweet as a cat or dog, he communicates clearly, he's confident and funny. he smells like a miniature horse stable, which I like. alfalfa, grass, fresh forage, only a little bit of pee, but if he were my rabbit I would be able to shampoo his peepee feet off for him--im not sure why he's so grubby but he doesn't seem to have sore hocks so I think he's okay, just a little rugged. he smells better to me than cats, dogs, rats and mice, and certainly ferrets. not that I blame any animal for their particular smells, it's just a reality of living with animals. he sheds very little. he makes a big mess with his hay but who cares. most rabbits can be trained to use litter boxes too.

he seems satisfied with being let out of his crate and allowed to run laps around the house while I follow behind and make sure he isn't getting into any mischief. if he was my rabbit I would just make a playpen space for him, I think most rabbit owners do this. when he runs down his little bunny battery I can guide him back into his crate to relax and eat some hay, and he likes being cradled and stroked when he's done with his zoomies. but to be honest he hasn't even tried to do any damage. he hasn't dug into the carpet or chomped any wires or books.

i took him into the bathroom today for enrichment and heard him honking softly while he goofed around. bunnies make a lot of little noises! honks, purring, many different funny chewing foley sound effects. he saw the dog yesterday and stamped his little foot in outrage. he's really easy to read. he's only been here a day and I feel pretty confident about interpreting his feelings. European rabbits that were domesticated into the pet rabbits we have now do actually live in complex social warrens just as depicted in Watership Down et al, which is a commonality they share with most domesticated animals.

he also doesn't hold a grudge. if he kicks to be put down after being picked up, or I accidentally startle him, or I take something away, hes back 30 seconds later ready to play, no hard feelings.

anyway. if you're wanting an apartment pet for a small space and you're ready to deal with finding a vet who handles "exotics", I think I can recommend the humble bunny. I'm overjoyed at his presence

rabbits have resting anxiety face but I promise he was not being restrained or harassed here. look at how beautiful he is. the complex oval shape of his ears mimics the same contours around his eyes.

the bunny is mad at me for not letting him free roam the apartment and eat all the electrical cords and pee on everything else. woe. consternation. outrage. i pick him up and go mwah mwah mwah between his dumb little horse ears and he gets a little bit of his daily fruit allowance and forgets everything else. it's a magic spell

[luveline]

Okay but what about Eddie and reader having been going strong for awhile and Eddie wants to take things further and ask reader to marry him, but he wants to ask Roan’s permission first bc he cares about her opinion.

I thought this was so cute! it's almost entirely eddie and roan but r is mentioned lots and lots and is also a bit long my bad 🥺 ♡ fem!reader

He really wants to get you a ring.

Eddie Munson can be stupid. He makes rash decisions all the time. He bets on the wrong horses and he's almost always late to parent-teacher conferences. He buys Roan's clothes by holding them up to her body in the middle of the store and asking her if she likes them. He knows there's a thousand wrong decisions to make and half of them he's already made, but he really thinks this is the right one.

He just needs Roan to agree.

You're at your own place for once. Not for Eddie's lack of trying — he'd asked you to move in twice already, and though you'd kissed him silly and told him you loved him an insane amount, you'd reasoned that you should keep your place. (Though you had, in a way, moved in anyhow.)

"I don't want us to rush anything, Eddie," you'd said carefully, eyes on Roan's dark head of hair across the room. He'd followed your gaze. "I don't want to be the evil step-mom."

He'd promised that could never, ever happen.

He probably shouldn't have. While Roan literally loves you so much it makes her cry, things can change.

Right now, Roan thinks that she's sharing Eddie, and she's doing a great job at adapting to all the changes that come with that. Your clothes in his room, your coats on the hangers. Your work stuff where her princess ponies used to live, your fancy shampoo next to her jellybean two-in-one. Getting married would make you her bona fide mom. Eddie's not sure Roan realises that she's the one who'd be getting shared.

Though you act like you're her mom already. It's one of the many reasons he loves you. You've never once made Eddie feel bad for being a dad, or for having Roan full time. You genuinely miss her when she's at Wayne's. You love his daughter. You play games and you sing songs and you cuddle her whenever you can. You wash her hair and take care of her curls, you do plaits and bows and bunches. You'd learned how to do all of that stuff without ever having been asked.

Eddie wants to marry you so badly it's a physical ache.

Which is why he's as scared as he is to ask her about it.

"Roan?" he calls, stretched out over the couch with a coke can on his chest. Moping, maybe.

"What?" she calls back, voice littler still because of the distance.

"Are you busy?"

He hears the tap running and then she appears, water dripping down to her wrists. Eddie swaps her for the coke can, rubbing her wet hands dry with the excess fabric of his shirt.

She sits on his stomach. She's incredibly big and small at the same time.

"What, dad?"

"I got something to ask you."

Roan squirms until Eddie brings his legs up to let her lean against his thighs like a chair.

"It's a big question," he says tentatively.

Roan crosses her arms in front of her, hands on his stomach. "Like, big as you?"

"Right. Super big."

She nods thoughtfully before flashing a huge, charming smile. "Okay."

Eddie lifts his hands to her small face, tucking her freshly shorn locks behind her ears. Long hair like daddy had been a good idea in theory, but she just can't stand all the fuss of it.

"I'm asking because... You're five now. And I know you have lots of big feelings. I wanna know what you think about-" He doesn't chicken out, per se, more like opens softly midway through. "Uh, how you feel about Y/N."

Roan wrinkles her nose. "I love her."

"I know you do. And you don't mind that she spends so much time here?"

Again, Roan looks perplexed. How many times has she cried now because she wants to see you and you're busy? How many times has Eddie told her you can't spend all your time here? It probably doesn't make much sense to her that he'd be asking.

"No. I wanted her for my princess party after and you said no."

He grins ruefully. "I didn't say no, babe. She couldn't come because she's at her own house tonight."

"Why can't she be at our house?"

Brilliant question.

"She has stuff to do." Like make sure moths haven't eaten your clothes. And dust.

You don't really spend a lot of time there.

Roan harrumphs. "Whatever. Why can't we go to her house, then?"

He takes Roan's hands into his and toys with her smaller fingers. "I can't really explain it. But you like when she's here all the time?"

"Yeah," Roan says, clearly bored of this conversation.

He laughs under his breath and steels himself for a bunch of huge questions.

"You know I love you more than anybody else?" he asks.

"I love you more," she argues.

"No, like. Out of everybody in the world, I love you the most. I could love Uncle Wayne the most, but I love you the most." Sorry, Wayne.

And while Eddie loves you so much (and Wayne, of course), it's the truth. You're always gonna be that tiny fraction below, though Eddie's not sure he likes the word below. It's a different kind of love, regardless.

Roan seems really, really happy with this prospect. She giggles for a second and throws her arms out toward him, face landing perfectly under his chin.

"I love you, daddy," she says. She manages to sound both shy and exuberant, little face digging into his collar. "I would pick you out of the world too."

"You would?" he asks. Eddie's not too proud to admit he wells up. He laughs it off, wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he can.

"You first. Um, and Uncle Wayne and Y/N and damnation and Stacey P. second most."

"Damnation your imaginary dog is on the same level as Uncle Wayne and Y/N?" he asks, laughing hard enough to shake under her hug.

"Dad!"

"Sorry. Your totally real and invisible dog."

"Well, maybe not as much as Uncle Wayne and Y/N."

"No, I thought so."

She hides her hands inside of his short sleeves. Eddie lets her get on with it, happy and honestly buffeted by her affection. He feels both the euphoria of having a great kid and the self-satifaction of a parenting win.

"Do you think Y/N loves me that much?" Roan asks. "In the world?"

"Yes," he says without hesitation. "Of course she does."

"Mm," Roan hums, pleased. "I miss her."

"If I ask you my really big question, maybe we can go see her afterward. But it's- it's a big question, Roanie, I mean it. And it's okay if you don't know the answer, or if you feel mad or angry first."

Roan looks very concerned, climbing up on his chest to giggle at him. "Ast me, dad."

He blows her hair out of her eyes with a breath from the corner of his mouth. Heart in his throat, he grabs a hold of her waist in one hand and tries.

"I want to ask Y/N to marry me."

She blinks.

"I don't know if she'll say yes, but if she does that means lots of things would change. We would live together, and we'd maybe not live so close to Uncle Wayne, I'm not sure. Do you know what I mean?"

Roan leans forward. "Marry in a wedding?"

"Yeah. A big wedding. Or actually maybe a little one. I haven't really asked. Roan..."

He drifts off, distracted by her lovely tiny face growing more and more excited by the second.

"She would-"

"She would be my mom?" Roan shouts, eyes wide with a blazing amusement. "She would be my mommy?"

"Sweetheart," Eddie says apprehensively, "I'm not sure-"

"Oh my god," Roan says, already climbing off of his chest.

"Roan, I really need to finish talking to you," he says, listening to her sprint away in defeat. He rubs his eyes for a second, stressed, though slowly he starts to smile.

That's a good reaction.

That's a great reaction.

"Roan, if we get married, that means more- It means a lot of things," he calls, struggling to keep the smile out if his voice as he gets onto his feet to track her down.

"Yeah!" Roan calls.

Eddie walks down the hall and finds her in the middle of her room, backpack in the middle of her floor and upheaved. She's crammed three different teddies inside and a mismatched pair of pajamas, and now seems to be deciding between her pens or her long crayons.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting my stuff!"

He bites back a ridiculous smile. "For what?"

"You said we'd ask the question and go see Y/N," she whines, expecting a rejection.

"I didn't ask my question yet."

Roan shoves her crayons into her backpack and stares at him expectantly, a frenzy of ringlets and a palpable excitement.

He feels suddenly sheepish. "So can I... Is that okay? If I ask her to get married?"

Roan starts laughing like a maniac, the smallest, most intense vestibule of joy that's ever existed. "Dad, I need my shoes."

"No, but you can't tell her! It's a secret!" he warns seriously.

"You said we could go!"

He looks down at his girl. She's frenetic, jumping on both feet with her hands bunched into fists like she's willing to fight him for this. She wants to see you so badly now she's practically vibrating.

"Alright. Alright, come on. Let's get your shoes on."

Roan screams and runs past him, almost barrelling him down. He picks up her backpack and zips it closed, standing in the middle of her room for a few private seconds.

"Holy shit," he whispers.

"Dad!"

"I'm coming, Roan," he says, closing the door behind him.

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more eddie and roan

[ladyinwriting18]

Missing The Taste Of You (Kylo Ren x You)

Summary: Kylo has been away for far too long and now he's hungry for one thing and one thing only….you.

Words: 2,226

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), dom/sub dynamics, use of the term Sir, mentions of PIV sex.

The walk from the docking bay back to his quarters seems to take ten times longer than it usually does. It puts Kylo even more on edge. The blood in his veins runs hot—like liquid fire.

He’s hungry.

Needy.

Eager.

Starved.

Starved for the one thing that could always give him instant relief—your cunt.

Kylo always found himself missing the taste of you while away on missions. However, after another failed attempt of locating the Resistance his hunger borders on murderous. Hux and the other generals do their best to nullify his rage, but their words are hollow.

One or two of them even have the guts to try and stand in his way, claiming that they needed to be debriefed on the mission.

Fools.

As if that would ever be a priority over you.

Kylo is about to use the Force to send them flying across the room when his knights step forward to block their advances. Wordlessly he thanks them through their bond. He is in no mood for his political responsibility.

All he wants is you. All he needs is you.

The heavy footfall of his boots echoes throughout the halls. He should have had the foresight to request you meet him at his ship. That way he could have pulled you into the closest empty room and lost himself in you. He’d remember for next time because this waiting is pure torture. He swears the hallway grows longer despite the wide birth of his steps.

He prays that you haven’t fallen asleep while waiting for his return. Either way, you’ll certainly be curious about the success of his hunt, but Kylo is in no mood to talk. His tongue feels too thick, his mouth too dry, and his throat too horse.

These are ailments that only the sweet nectar of your cunt could cure.

Soon.

Soon he’d feast like an animal with a fresh kill.

The door to your shared chambers comes into view, causing a growl to emit from his throat. It crackles from the vocoder of his mask. Being closer to you seems to be having the opposite effect of relaxing him.

You never have any need to fear him, but he doesn’t want to startle you. He pulls a deep breath into his lungs and steps over the threshold. A quick scan of the main living area reveals that you are nowhere to be found. That is until his ears pick up on the sound of you lightly humming.

He walks towards your bedroom with the same determination as he stormed through the Finalizer’s hallways. Before entering he forces himself to pause and observe you. He’s waited this long, another moment wouldn’t make a difference.

You’re sitting on the edge of his large king-sized bed, wearing a fluffy robe and drying your freshly washed hair with a towel.

Kylo licks his lips from behind his mask. You are always stunningly beautiful. There isn’t a single thing that could dim that beauty, but he can’t deny that he likes you best after a shower. When your skin is still flushed and warm from the steam and the smell of your shampoo and body wash is strong. 

His hands reach up to grasp the sides of his helmet. The mouthpiece moves forward, clicking and hissing before he pulls the mask up and off his face. The sound is enough to catch your attention. You turn in his direction and smile. “Kylo! You’re home. How did your mission go?” You go to stand but he’s on you in an instant, preventing you from rising to your feet. “Lay down.” You blink and cutely tilt your head to the side. You’re clearly confused. How adorable. “Did I stutter? Lay. down.” He punctuates each word and knocks his legs against your knees until you part them. It brings him closer to his prize. You, however, do not budge. Instead you frown, your confusion morphing into worry. “Is Sir angry with me?” The title has his cock twitching within the confines of his pants. Many referred to Kylo with titles of respect but none of them sounded as sweet as when you called him Sir. He leans down until there’s only a few inches of space between the two of you. “No, my love. Just hungry.” 

His hand grabs the belt of your robe and tugs until it unravels, causing the robe to fall open. You gasp loudly. The surprise on your face is evident but so is your understanding. You shrug your shoulders and the robe slips down your arms—revealing your body to him. “There’s my beautiful girl.” Kylo groans at the sight of you. His gloved hands knead the flesh of your hips. You lean back on your hands and push yourself into his touch. “What is Sir hungry for?” You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to feign innocence. It’s a move he knows all too well, but he lets you play your game. He grins with a chuckle and applies more pressure to his fingertips, guaranteeing you’d have bruises come the morning. “Don’t play coy with me, little girl. You know exactly what I’m hungry for.” He abruptly pulls at your waist, so roughly that you fall back onto your elbows. Your legs are open wider now, giving Kylo a full view of your cunt. His hands run down to your thighs and spread them open even wider before sinking to his knees in front of the bed. You’re already glistening. All warm and wet and just begging to be tasted. He’s just about to run his tongue through your folds when you speak up. “Kylo? Don’t you want to change? Or at least take off your neck covering? So you’re more comfortable.” He appreciates your concern but it’s also getting in the way of his meal. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet your gaze. “Darling, if you keep me from what I want for a moment more than I’m likely to go mad.” The teasing has you giggling. Kylo is certain you take great pride in being the reason he remains sane. You shift your hips, making yourself comfortable before draping your right leg over his shoulder. Kylo breathes out, humming in satisfaction at your submission. “That’s my good girl.” He doesn’t wait for your response before diving his face between your thighs. His tongue slips past his full lips and lightly drags along the outer lips of your cunt. Even at the slightest touch, you sigh and arch towards him. 

Your reactions were always a huge boost to his ego. Kylo relishes in it.

He repeats the movements of his tongue but this time presses it further in so it grazes your clit. It earns him the same response from you. “Is my girl becoming antsy? Is she as eager as I am?” You whine your reply, squirming under his hold. “Yes Sir. I need your mouth. Please?” “Mmh, I love it when you beg.” No longer interested in teasing, Kylo smashes his mouth against your clit. His lips wrap around it and suck. You buck and curl your toes. He can feel your foot against his broad back. You use it as leverage to grind your hips. He lets you do what you need. It doesn’t hinder him from enjoying your cunt. His tongue flicks at your clit while he sucks. You’re already starting to drip. Kylo groans against you, salivating at the taste. You’re so perfect. So sweet. 

His hands travel. One holding your thigh to keep it open and the other crawling up your body to cup one of your breasts. He tweaks your nipple, knowing you enjoy the feeling of his leather gloves. The proof is in the way you cry out his name. Kylo moves away, but only slightly. His saliva mixes with your slick. They drip together making you all the more messy. It’s a delicious sight. “Messy thing.” He praises while tweaking your nipple harder. Incoherently you plead. You’re barely forming words but he doesn’t need them to know what you want. His tongue runs downward to your slit, gathering more juices along the way. You fill his taste buds until there’s nothing else. He probes your entrance with his tongue, letting it fill you as you lift your hips up. “Kylo! O-Oh please. It feels so good.”  He vigorously pumps his tongue in and out of you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on it to pull him in deeper. “Fuckkkk, just like that. I love how Sir tongue fucks me!”  Usually he’d restrain you for touching without permission but at this point you're bordering on desperate. It would be a sin to put a stop to your little show. You're dripping down his chin and Kylo swears he’s in paradise. But like the greedy man he is—he wants more. The hand holding your thigh finds a new home at your clit. His thumb draws circles on it but you’re too sensitive to stand the rough leather of his gloves. Your whimper is vastly different from your others. “S-Sir, it’s too much.” With a growl Kylo whips his head back and rips his glove off with his teeth before taking his place back between your thighs. He licks his thumb for good measure and then presses it back to your clit. You throw your head back and sing. That’s it. That’s what your body needs. You start trembling, to the point that even your inner thighs shake. “Aww are you close, Little One?” Kylo coos darkly, his tone oozed smugness. He already knew the answer to his question but he asks it anyway as a reminder that you use your manners. Kylo watches as you nod and swallow thickly to moisten your throat so you can speak. “Yes. Y-yes! So close. Please can I cum for you, Sir?” The louder you moan the harder his cock throbs. His body temp rises, sweat gathers along his collar and he’s certain his cock is weeping pre-cum. Perhaps he should have taken your advice about changing. It didn’t matter now. Nothing else matters except for your pleasure. He moves his thumb but he has no intentions of ruining your impending orgasm. His forefinger and middle finger slip inside your soaked core. Your inner walls clench tightly around the thick digits. You chant his name, your body tensing like a cord being pulled tight. He runs his tongue back to your clit and circles around it. “Of course you can, my love. Go on and cum for me, but don’t forget to say thank you when you do.” 

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response. He knows you’ll obey. With lips wrapped back around your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re that much closer to the edge. “Thank you! Thank…. Thank you! Thank you, Sir!” You repeat over and over and over again. Louder and louder until you break. Your cunt spasm around his fingers, hips lifting off the bed and scream his name. Kylo groans, his chest rising and falling with passionate labored breaths. It hadn’t been his orgasm but all the same his eyes roll back into his skull. High off your pleasure as if it’s his own. He works you through your aftershocks—slowing the movements of his fingers and tongue as you come down. Only when you fall limply back onto the mattress does he fully stop and pull away. He caresses you from your hips to your thighs while leaving butterfly kisses around your knees. “My sweet girl fed me so well. Thank you for that.” Kylo gets to his feet. His eyes roam over you, looking you over affectionately. “Are you alright, my love?” You hold out your hands, reaching for him with a whimper.

Kylo chuckles. You haven’t formed any words but he knows exactly what you want. Still fully dressed in his tunic and leather, he lays down beside you on the bed. He lays on his side and lets a glove hand stroke the valley between your breasts.

“What’s my girl whining for, hm?”

Despite your limbs still feeling boneless, you still manage to lift your hand to Kylo’s cheek. Your thumb caresses the skin there, loving the feeling of his beauty marks and facial scar.

“I want to make my Sir cum too.”

He chuckles once more, this time the warmth of his breath washes over your face. You had already fulfilled his cravings, but still his cock jumps at the thought of your touch. He wouldn’t say no to you. Not now. Or ever. 

Kylo dips his head down and presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“As you wish, my love. But first let me undress and shower.”

A pout forms on your features before he’s able to finish speaking. He taps your nose with his index finger—a nonverbal command to be patient.

“You have my word that I’ll be quick but I want you to stay here. I want you sprawled out and ready to take my cock when I return. Understood?”

You chew at your bottom lip with eyes wide and filled with lust.

“Yes Sir, I understand.”

“Mmh, good.” He skims his lips along yours and whispers huskily. “Because something tells me that I'll be needing more than one taste of you tonight.”

[unrealistic-ideas-for-writers]

!!!!

Okay, so in the novel I’m writing, stuff like having slight physical and a *lot* of instinctual traits of animals/beasts is something I talk about a lot.

So let me bring up some of my faves I’ve used and how it could work here:

- Hoarding. Dragons and Draconic species of all types hoard. They all do. Now, what they considered hoard material varies. Yes the typical shinies get thrown in, but that’s abnormal for it to be the most important. Ie, one of my characters considers people his hoard. That’s his treasure- his family, his beloved hoard. His cousin hoards VHS tapes.

- PACK BONDINB!!!! BALBAOAB I love the nesting trope. Humans are such social creatures and I always dislike how animal instincts are written to clash with human ones??? Like no!! Make each other worse!!!

- Human pack bonding 🤝 animal hind brain —> NESTING!!! Communal sleeping arrangements being available for those who need more contact with out social restraints- just for little nap times or cuddles or whatever. I imagine them like very soft conversation pits. I think the nesting thing would hit hard for the dragons plus Yang Yang- though I think any resonator would probably benefit from the social and emotional relaxation.

- Scenting and sharing clothes! Not quite unlike in some ABO type worlds, everyone probably has their own unique scent- though it’s likely a bit difficult to parse? Like I work with horses in my spare time. They all smell like horse. But also slightly different from each other? Not to they won’t pick up on shampoos and perfumes and other scents that do cling to us.

- back to scenting and pack dynamics: I think it’d be very comforting to share clothes and “scented” items like well loved stuffed animals and frequently used blankets. Very soothing. Very nice.

- for Yang Yang specifically because I love birds: puzzles. Specifically puzzles in which the reward is something sparkly. Crow brained Yang Yang

- More of a wolf thing, I think- but I love the idea of Jiyan, Jinhsi, or Mortefi just smooshing their foreheads or cheeks under into their partners or friends collarbones??? Like where their heads are resting directly beneath the other person’s??? It protects the persons vital areas, is great for affection, and allows them to survey the area around the person they’re protecting.

Also cute.

- PURRS, CHIRPS, WHIRRING NOISES!!!

Who cares what animal you have traits from, let’s just give you fun noises that make you an immaculate cuddle Buddy

That’s all o have for now. I’m sure more will come to me in the morning.

Almost feel like this is a no-brainer, but...

Resonator Headcanons

Any of the resonators with certain mutations - like YangYang's feather hair or Mortefi's scales - definitely have traits from the animals most directly associated with those mutations.

Like, imagine Jiyan is actually keeping his shit under wraps. He actually has senses akin to a dragon's, like how serpents have extra sensitive olfactory systems, Jiyan able to smell things from an incredible distance in comparison to someone without these abilities, or even able to breathe in and let the air over his tongue and sense things that way. Also, him being able to perceive colors outside the usual human realm... He can see better, smell better, his reflexes heightened, but in a more fun angle... What if he hisses?

Like he thrums through his throat and creates a reverberation without even thinking? If he gets territorial? Doesn't like when Rover gets too close to danger and literally komodo dragon-style hisses at whatever it is? But if he usually keeps his cool, keeps the beast at bay, and tries to control himself. Gets embarrassed when he can't and apologizes, but can't help himself. He also has an incredibly insatiable need to curl around Scar until his lungs are crushed and wants to eat him whole and doesn't know why??? Like— He's a human, right? ...Right? (Doesn't know he's a sheep, and thus a prey-item, so thus begins the confusion.)

And if Mortefi is basically exactly the same, but he's a little different because he's more Western Dragon than Eastern Dragon. If he can breathe deeply and feel his chest alight with the warmth of fire and smoke? Or if he even has a hoarding problem, and can't explain it, so he just... doesn't.

No to mention whatever scaled creature Yuanwu is supposed to be! What would he be like???

Then there's YangYang, as mentioned previously. What if she's really light because of hollow bones? If she can leap that high because of her lack of weight? Or maybe her whole "sensing things on the wind" is just the conclusion she personally came to, not having a better explanation, but what it ACTUALLY IS is that she has senses similar to those birds use during migration? Like she can dictate movement through the sun's position, smell, and temperature?

And what about Verina and Camellya that are both plant based? Do they photosynthesize? Do they get energy from the sun and carbon dioxide AND oxygen? Is that why they're both kind of bouncy? Are they hardy because they mutated on a cellular level and thus have cell walls? And what about water? Do they NEED to drink, or can they go without if it's raining?

Just imagine all the possibilities!

IMAGINE THEM!!!

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 5: Leave A Message

Season One | Season Two | Season Three

[Raining Hellfire: Season Three]

Word Count: 1499 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of visions, actual visions?, kind of horror at the end idk

[A/N: Can I get a round of applause for not having ridiculously long chapters anymore? Yay me]

also thank you all so so much for the asks and the theories ur sending me, i feel less like a robot publishing a fanfic and more like a person sharing an interest she loves with people so thank you x

Leave A Message

The week is long.

The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.

The words were in front of you as you leant on Steve out of laziness while his other shoulder rested against the wall, arms folded.

“They’d make good song lyrics.” You said, Robin smirking at your comment.

“But what does it mean?” Dustin asked, pacing.

“Steve, we gotta shut down the shop.” Robin suddenly said, pointing to the clock.

“Oh shit.”

You all make your way out of the shop, Steve closing it behind you.

“I mean, it’s just…” He says as he slams the metal shutters down and locks it, “it just can’t be right.”

“It’s right.” Robin declares. You believed her.

“Honestly, I think it’s great news.” Dustin declares and you frown at him.

“How is this great news?” Steve shakes his head, standing up. “I mean, so much for being American heroes.”

“You realise that there could still be something going on?” You say and they look at you, “Look, if you were planning something would you just say it for anyone to hear or would you create your own code?”

“You’re right, it’s too specific.” Dustin adds, walking just in front of you with Robin beside him.

“What do you mean, a code?” Steve furrows his brows as he matches your pace.

“Like a super secret spy code.” Dustin explains briefly.

Your best friend just raises his eyebrows. “That’s a total stretch.”

“I don’t know, is it?” Robin asks, “Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. Like Y/n said, they wouldn’t just say it how it is. You think they were gonna say ‘fire the warhead at noon’?”

“Exactly.” You and Dustin agree.

“And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so… ‘the silver cat feeds.’” Robin starts fidgeting, waving her hands in the air as she pondered, “Why would anyone talk like that?”

“Unless they were trying to mask the meaning of their message.” You nod along, yawning.

Steve looks over to you while Robin and Dustin continue their conspiracy spiral, pulling you to a stop.

“You’ve been yawning a lot lately.”

“What else is new?” You chuckle, eyes drooping as you fight for energy.

He frowns softly, shifting between your eyes. “You need more sleep.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You looked at him, “You telling me you’ve been sleeping like a baby since last year?”

“No.” He shakes his head, “But I also don’t have evil monsters from another dimension swarming in my head.”

You twist your face, nodding. “Yep, yep. That’s a good point. I bet all that goes through your head is shampoo and ridiculous little tunes.”

Steve laughs in surprise, “Tunes?”

“Yeah. Like I imagine you just have some random songs in your head, no lyrics, just…” You pick the first melody that comes to mind and start humming it.

Steve stops, grabbing your shoulder as his eyes widen. “That tune.”

“Okay, there’s no way I could have guessed that perfectly.”

“No. The music!” He exclaims, spinning around and running to the carousel horse.

You look around dumbfounded, meeting Robin’s confused gaze from a few steps ahead of you.

“Hey, Steve?” She calls out as Steve stares at the horse, pulling out his wallet. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, it’s a quarter. I need-” He looks to you, “Do you have a quarter?”

“Is now really the time to ride a children’s horse?” You raise your brows but he just holds his hand out to you.

“I know you have a quarter, you bought your ice cream today and I specifically remember giving you a quarter in your change.”

“Jeez, fine.” You pull out change from your back pocket, sorting through the coins until you found what he wanted. “Where was this memory when you owed me money for your damn hairspray?”

You held up the quarter and he quickly took it from your hand, slotting it into the machine as the others crowded around you.

The horse starts to move, a small melody playing. You shake your head at first until you really listened, eyes widening. No way.

You step back, shaking your head for a whole new reason. You glance back at where you sat at the fountain, the memory replaying.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?” Robin joked and Dustin laughed but Steve just shushed her.

“Would you two just shut up and listen?”

“Holy shit.” Dustin realises, crouching down beside Steve. “The music.”

He played the tape and sure enough, the music matched perfectly.

“This code, it… didn’t come from Russia.” Steve says, looking back at the group, “It came from here.”

“Like, someone working here?” Robin asked and Dustin glanced around as if they would suddenly appear.

“The janitor.” You break the silence and they stare at you, confused. “I saw them.”

“The Russian?” Dustin scrambled to his feet. “Who is he?”

“I- I didn’t see his face.” You shake your head. “But he was stood right here. I was sat there. And he had a radio on him, I just- I guess I didn’t think any of it at the time. But he walked away, grabbed his cleaning supplies. Whoever they are, they’re operating inside the mall.”

“But where?” Robin asked what you were all wondering.

Maybe you weren’t so paranoid after all.

The Scoops Troop, named by Dustin himself despite the protests, decided to call it a night and continue working on the conspiracy tomorrow. You believed there was probably something to it and hell, if you weren’t having terrifying visions every other day, you’d be more than happy to have something to do. But you really hoped they didn’t expect you to help them from now on. You knew Billy needed your help, urgently.

You get home to see Max and El laughing together on your porch, jumping to their feet when you approach.

“I thought I gave you a spare key?” You frown at Max and she shrugs.

“I lost it.” She clocks your expression, “Hey, I was trying to hide it from Billy and I hid it a little too well.”

El giggles as you open the front door, leading them to your room.

“Okay, you guys dump your stuff here and go pick out a movie to watch.” You smile as they happily start setting their stuff down, running through the house to the living room.

You walk to the kitchen, rooting through the fridge for any food. You notice a blinking light from the corner of your eye before you realised it was the voicemail machine your uncle had been able to afford after expensive work on a client’s car. You walk over, press the button, and continue your search, pulling out various items.

The machine beeps, a feminine voice talking to you.

“Hey, Y/n. It’s Heather. Sorry to bother you but you asked me to let you know if I think Billy’s getting worse?”

You dump the stuff on the counter, lunging over to the machine box.

“I thought I heard crying from the showers earlier and he’s the only other one working today. He’s been in there a real long time now.”

A distant yell echoed through the machine and you freeze.

“Wait. Oh my god, he’s screaming, what do I do? Do I call an ambulance?”

“Yes!” You immediately exclaim, praying she called for help.

“Actually I’m gonna go check on him.” You furiously shake your head as if Heather was right in front you, “Okay, I’ll call back later and let you know what’s going on. See you tomorrow.”

And just like that, she hung up the phone, the machine echoing in your mind. You wait for the next message, but nothing came.

“Shit.”

You back away from the machine, trying to rationalise everything. It was fine, right? Maybe she just forgot to call back. You’ll see her tomorrow.

You knew deep down that wasn’t true.

You walk back over to the phone, scrambling through a box of phone numbers you had scribbled down onto notes over the past few years before finding Heather’s name. You grab the paper, turn back to the phone and see the light begin to blink again.

Frowning, you set the paper down on the counter and stare for a moment. You reach out towards it, pressing the button. The familiar beep sounded before there was complete static. You were about to hang up when you thought you heard a gasp.

Leant towards to the machine to hear better, you held your breath as you waited for another sound.

Heavy breathing, a woman. Whimpers.

A scream.

You jump back from the machine, hitting your side on the counter with such force you were sure it was gonna bruise. You run back and try to replay the message, but all that replayed was Heather’s phone call. You skipped it, but nothing else came.

A bone-chilling fear struck your mind; something bad happened to Heather.

Chapter 6: A Yellow Whistle ->

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[marvelmusing]

Winter Warm-up

Pairing: Alina Starkov x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a secret trip out into the snowy grounds of the Little Palace, you and Alina share a bed

Warnings [18+]: smut, thigh riding, fingering, reader has lots of petnames for Alina, masturbation, inexperienced!Alina.

A/N: this is my first fic with Alina, and I’m not sure how many people would be interested in reading for her, it was just going to be a little drabble but it kinda ran away from me

My Masterlist

When you feel Alina shiver for the third time, you decide to slide your arm around her.

The silk sheets in her bedroom at the Little Palace were a luxury she was unused to, meaning that she hadn’t the forethought to place a warming pan under the covers before you had snuck out together into the evening to enjoy the snow.

She had asked you to stay with her for the night, under the pretence that the night guards would catch you if you attempted to return to the servants’ quarters now, though the flush coating her cheeks had given her intentions away.

Being the Little Palace’s official Tailor, you had been the one to introduce Alina to her new life as the sun summoner. Over the last few months, the two of you have grown increasingly close.

Close enough for you to shift your body until you’re pressing your front against her back, hand slipping under her body to curl around her waist.

“Relax a little, Alya.” You murmur against her ear.

She shivers again.

Rubbing your hand down the length of her thigh, you squeeze softly when you reach the space above her knee, drawing a small sigh from her lips. Then you slide your own leg between hers.

“You won’t be able to sleep if you’re tense.”

Her rear is pressed flush against your hips, and the flush of heat suddenly running through her body warms your core.

A hum of pleasure settles in your throat, and you can’t resist pressing your face into the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo.

Now your own body flushes with warmth, knowing you were the one who had lathered the shampoo into her hair, and washed every inch of her body.

When Alina had first arrived at the Little Palace, she had rather stubbornly insisted that she could bathe herself.

You think that’s the moment you fell for her.

Still sleep deprived, no doubt aching and wounded after her journey from Kribirsk, smelling of horse - but she still had a fire in her eyes, her chin raised determinedly as she told you to wait outside her bathing room until she was done.

That first time, you had adhered to her request for privacy. The next day, you offered to give her the full bathing experience. If she hated it, you agreed that you would only assist her with her clothes and some Tailoring. She had taken up your offer, and you soon showed her the benefits of having someone bathe you.

Whilst she insists she doesn’t need the luxury, she certainly enjoys it.

Now that she’s fully settled into the Little Palace, and summoning daily, Alina practically glows when you rub lotions over her skin. You had advised Alina on how to shave herself, but she often asked rather shyly if you could shave her legs - which you love.

You’re brought back to the present by Alina’s shoulders pressing against your breasts.

“Feeling warm enough yet?” You ask softly.

She shakes her head.

Alina rocks her hips backwards, her cheeks catching against your panties, grinding over the fabric which sends shockwaves to your clit.

Dropping your head down, you grit your teeth as you press closer into the crook of her neck. As you breathe in more of her scent, you think about her even more.

Her soft dewy skin coated in bubbles that you clear away with tender scoops of bathwater. The way she now lets you wipe the sponges and cloths over her breasts, and down between her thighs. Her wide eyes, that darken when you touch her most sensitive areas.

She’s so innocent.

Alina had confessed to you that she hadn’t even tumbled a boy before. She had blushed when you laughed softly, and explained that no one her age called sex ‘tumbling’.

Wanting to see her reaction, you shift your thigh further between her legs. Her pretty nightdress slides up to her waist, and she slowly rocks her hips over your thigh.

Her fingers curl around the top of your thigh, pinning you in place as her pink painted nails dig into your skin.

A soft breath leaves you, and you press your forehead against her temple. She shivers again, no doubt feeling each of your shaking breaths brushing against her flushed cheeks.

“Alya, milaya, I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with-”

“Please.” She whines quietly, her chest heaving as she rolls her hips weakly over your thigh again. “Touch me.”

It’s only then that you lie a kiss on the space between her neck and her shoulder, a gentle press of your lips onto the sensitive spot. Alina continues to move her hips, which encourages you to suck on her skin, leaving a trail of flushed pink marks.

A small gasp falls from her lips, and her head drops backwards, offering the expanse of her neck for you to kiss. When your teeth scrape lightly over her thundering pulse, Alina whines, a needy desperate sound that has your own hips rocking forward into her body.

Sliding your other hand underneath her body, you grasp at her breast, kneading the soft flesh. A shocked moan escapes Alina’s throat, and you can see her cheeks burning with a red flush.

Pressing a reassuring kiss to her heated cheek, you roll her nipple between your fingers and she moans louder.

Uncurling your other arm from around her waist, you slowly slide it down her stomach and she squirms in anticipation.

“You’re sure about this, Alya?”

“Yes. Please.”

Despite the desperation in her voice, you trace your fingers lightly over her nightdress, where the waistband of her panties are hidden. She’s wearing lace, you know it, a delicate white just like her nightdress.

Your own clothing isn’t much better than of a servants, and you can feel your cotton panties clinging to your soaked cunt.

“Have you ever touched yourself before?” You ask in a whisper.

Her face burns as you nuzzle your nose against the side of her face.

“Y-yes.”

Humming in acknowledgement, you pull her nightdress further up her body, allowing your hand to smooth over her bare stomach. She shudders when your nails catch over her hip bones.

Her arousal has soaked through the thin fabric of her panties, and you can feel it on thigh as she grinds down in an attempt to ease the growing ache between her legs as you kiss along her neck.

Her breathing catches every time you moan softly against her skin.

“Do you do it often?”

She blinks at your question, her brows creasing adorably.

“Hm?”

You laugh softly at her sound of confusion.

“How often do you touch yourself, lapushka?”

“Oh.”

She bites down on her plump lip, pulling it between her teeth.

“I’ve only done it a few times.”

“Recently?”

She nods.

“The first time… was last month.”

“Did you like it?”

She squirms.

“Yes.”

“Where do you start?” She frowns again, and you kiss slowly along her jaw as you muse quietly, “Do you touch here, milaya?”

A squeeze at her breast accompanies your question and she arches into your touch as you lie your other hand flat against her stomach.

She nods.

“Do you pinch your nipples, hm?” You suck a mark along her jawline, nibbling over her skin as you breathe out your next words, “Wrap your little fingers around your pretty throat and squeeze?”

She moans louder, shaking her head.

“You really should take some time to play with yourself properly, Lina.”

Your voice is low as you murmur against her ear, pressing a soft kiss to the shell before you bite lightly at her earlobe.

“So that you can figure out what you like.”

She chokes out your name in a desperate plea, which prompts you to slide your hand under the waistband of her panties. Fingers smoothing over soft skin, down through the dark curls of hair, you ease them between her slick folds.

“Alya.” You moan, breathing heavily as you circle your fingertip over her dripping hole. “You’ve soaked through your pretty panties.”

Using the slick you’ve gathered on your fingertip, you trace upwards towards her clit. Her hips buck when you circle the swollen bud, and you press the heel of your palm against her stomach as you flick your fingertip back and forth.

“Move your hips, moya milaya.” You instruct her, pressing your thigh higher up between her legs. She does, tentatively at first. “There we go, good girl.”

She gasps as you continue to circle her clit delicately, and the pace of her hips as she rubs her clenching cunt over your thigh increases.

It’s an intoxicating sight, watching Alina gasp and moan as her grip tightens. One hand is curled around your thigh, the other fisted into her pillow as the pleasure consumes her.

Reaching down, you curl your other hand around her hip, helping her motions as you kiss over her back and shoulders.

“You can do this by yourself, you know.” You tell her softly, as you mouth your way over her shoulder. “Place one of your pillows between your legs and grind that gorgeous little cunt over it, just like my thigh.”

She whimpers and you moan at the thought of Alina perched naked on one of her pillows, rubbing her cunt over the fabric until she climaxes.

Her gasps increase and you can feel the muscles in her abdomen tensing as you grind your own hips against her rear.

“What do you think about?” You ask, your own breathing heavy against her neck. “When you touch yourself, who do you think about?”

She pants out your name a few times under her breath, before she cries out,

“You.” The two of you moan as her legs kick slightly. “I think about you. Always you.”

“Let go for me, malyshka.” You mumble, circling quickly over her clit as you hold her in place. With a cry, she begins to climax, and you moan at the feeling of her slick coating your bare thigh.

Pressing kisses over her heated skin, you murmur praises as pleasure floods through her body. Her fingers curl tight around your wrist, keeping you in place, like you would ever pull away from her, as she rides out her high.

“So beautiful.” Your lips trace along her neck, and her breathing heaves at her chest. “Moya Sankta.”

Her body slumps down heavily into the mattress, pressing against yours. You can almost the blood rushing through her, brining a beautiful flush to her cheeks that spreads down her neck, bringing more colour to the marks you’ve sucked onto her skin.

Once her breathing has settled, you drop a kiss to her shoulder, and pull up the thin strap of her nightdress which had fallen down at some point.

“Feeling warm enough now, Alya?”

She laughs quietly.

There’s a beat of silence, before she asks softly,

“What about you?”

“I’ll handle it.” Even before she rolls over to face you, the pout on her lips is obvious and you breathe out a soft laugh. “You can watch.”

Her breath catches in her throat, eyes widening when she sees your fingers, coated in her slick, slip into your own panties.

You’re already soaked and aching, with the added wetness of Alina’s arousal on your fingers you’re soon moaning her name as you touch yourself.

Rubbing quickly over your slippery nub, you find your pleasure piquing faster than usual. Alina’s dark eyes watch intently as you gasp and moan. She stares at your face, gazes over your heaving chest, and down to where your hand disappears under your panties.

“Alya, fuck.”

Her eyes widen as your thighs bracket her body, and she gapes wide-eyed at the sight of your ruined panties pulled aside so that you can rub frantically at your clit.

As your back arches, your head tilts backwards and your toes curl in pleasure as the muscles in your abdomen tense and your cunt clenches hard around nothing.

A sigh falls from your lips as you slump onto the mattress, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling as the satisfaction fills you.

Alina’s breathing catches again when she sees you take your finger between your lips, sucking your arousal from your digit. Your eyes flutter closed as you lick the remnants clean.

Once you’re done you lie your hands on your stomach as your breathing settles.

“Can I kiss you?” Alina asks timidly.

You breathe out a laugh, turning to face her with a bright smile tugging on your lips.

“Of course you can kiss me, milaya.”

She leans towards you, her lips pressing softly against yours. Sliding a hand to cup the back of her neck, you move your lips slowly against hers. She moans quietly, no doubt tasting your arousal from your lips.

When she pulls back, you drop your forehead against hers, nuzzling your noses together and she smiles. You press another kiss to her lips, which prompts your own smile.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for this.”

She shakes her head, sliding her arms around your waist as you tuck her head under your chin.

“No, I mean, thank you for today. I had fun, always have fun with you.”

Dropping a kiss to the crown of her head, you wrap your arms around her shoulders and keep her close.

“I have fun with you too, Alina.”