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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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arraigned marriage au

arraigned marriage au!!!!!

I am a sucker for this kind of au! Please enjoy my potential take on this idea.

So Hob’s parents are nouveau riche - new money, no old family name or blood. Unfortunately they also die when Hob is very young, leaving him a huge fortune in trust until he comes of age.

The will also stipulates that Hob must marry one of Lady Night's seven children. A bargain was made between Night and Hob’s parents - the Gadling's new wealth plus the aristocratic blood of Night's family makes it a perfect match on both sides.

To honour his parents, Hob goes along with their plans for him and after he's attended university, he goes to meet Night's available children. Some are already married, and one has absconded, so Night says that Hob can pick between Despair and Delirium. Oh, and there's Dream too. But he's a widower with a young son, and he definitely won't be marrying again. Night has already tried to make him, with no success.

Despair is quite obviously not interested in Hob. Or men in general. She's planning to move away, to live with her twin sibling and their wife. Hob ends up giving her tips on how to make it happen without her parents finding out. They end up being good friends but even Night can see that marriage isn't on the table.

Delirium is the youngest - younger than Hob. She seems to live in her own world most of the time, and although she likes Hob, he's not entirely sure that she understands the concept of marriage well enough to agree to it. Night insists that Del is fine, that she'll grow out of whatever she's going through. She tells Hob to propose, but Hob says he wants to wait. Court Del a little longer.

And then he meets Dream for the first time. Hob is in the garden, looking at bugs with Del. He notices a little boy toddling over to them, and since Hob loves children he involves the little one in the search for earthworms. After about ten minutes a man - the spitting image of the child - comes sprinting up and gathers the little boy in his arms, scolding him for running off.

That's how Hob finally falls in love with one of Night's children. He eventually gets to introduce himself to Dream (and his son Orpheus). Dream is obviously very guarded, traumatised by his wife's death and the fact that he's had to come home to his family. He and Hob talk about Del, and how she definitely isn't ready for marriage... and in the end it's Dream who suggests that he could marry Hob instead. Just for convenience, of course. They could take Del away with them. Hob has more than enough money to provide for her too, and if he made it a stipulation of his marriage to Dream, Night would surely agree.

The marriage is much grander than either Dream or Hob would have liked. The happiest person at the ceremony is Orpheus, because he gets to throw rice! And he's also obsessed with Hob. Delirium is begrudgingly allowed to leave with them as they head off to a new life together.

Dream begins to fall in love with Hob when he sees Orpheus, asleep and cuddled up in the man's strong arms. Hob looks at the boy like he's his own son, like he's a miracle.

Dream wants Hob to look at him like that, too. Little does he know - Hob already does.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob

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lowkeyclowning · 1 year

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Songs that make me think of specific slashers

This is just a dumb little thing where I threw my hcs of songs that they may be into or just songs I think of them with <3

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)

• Money, Money, Money - Abba (he is a rich man)

• Suit & Tie -Justin Timberlake (he wears that black dress that I like 😏 bro is always in a suit, not a tie, but whatever the song is good)

• Unholy -Sam Smith (I imagine it like this, “mommy” is his pregnant wife from the 2nd film or whatever reader/yn that doesn’t know ab his job, and “daddy” being him, the soon to be father, going out doing unholy things (murder, snuff, etc 👍)

• Hey Rich Boy -Millionaires (hey hey rich boy look my way! Hey hey rich boy make my day 😏. I am a simple person)

• Telephone -Lady Gaga, Beyoncé (he uses his phone to talk and stuff, and sometimes he should stfu 🙄🙏)

• Cemetery Girl -Insane Clown Posse (I don’t think this one needs an explanation)

• Girls on Film -Duran Duran (yea those girls really are on film)

• March Of The Pigs -Nine Inch Nails (he likes to call his victims pigs or piggies)

• Jessie’s Girl -Rick Springfield (his name is Jesse)

• Promiscuous -Nelly Furtado, Timbaland (…. Umm.. anyway moving on)

• Sugar Daddy -Qveen Herby (hehe)

• Violent Pornography -System Of A Down (it sure is)

• In My Room -Insane Clown Posse (I have bias because I love the song)

• Custer -Slipknot (WOOO)

• Hoes Come Easy -RJMrLA (bastard)

• No Scrubs -TLC (not a scrub)

• Bills, Bills, Bills -Destiny’s Child (there is a pattern)

• Tag, You’re It -Melanie Martinez (he picks targets)

• Piggy Pie -Insane Clown Posse (yep)

• Little Piggy -Rob Zombie

• Hammer Smashed Face -Cannibal Corpse (with love)

• Fucked With A Knife -Cannibal Corpse

I see Jesse not listening to music frequently if at all, but if he did,, man it’d probably be something like death metal or heavy metal. Some kind of metal.

The Collector (Asa Emory)

• Spookshow Baby -Rob Zombie (he’s a killer, he’s a thriller, spookshow baby 😏)

• Chop Suey -System Of A Down (his father forsook him)

• The Chain -Fleetwood Mac (saw it in an edit once and it stuck)

• Haunt You -Pack a.d. (it plays at the end of The Collection)

• Dead Body Man -Insane Clown Posse (i think he deserves to be called the dead body man)

• Dead Bodies Everywhere -Korn (there are as the title says)

• Eyeless -Slipknot (I love slipknot so much)

• Mr. Self Destruct -Nine Inch Nails (vibes)

• Headless -Deftones (once again vibes)

• Spiders -Slipknot (self explanatory)

• The Collector -Nine Inch Nails

• The Bug Collector -Haley Heynderickx (OKAY. I know this one is a lot softer n out of place but dude I’m just thinking about how gentle he is with spiders despite who he is. I’d fold so hard if I saw that)

• Duality -Slipknot (I PUSH MY FINGERS INTO MY EEEEYYYYYEEESSSSSS ITS THE ONLY THING THAT SLOWLY STOPS THE AAAAACCHHHEEEE)

• From The Pinnacle To The Pit -Ghost (real)

• Custer -Slipknot (pt2 WOOO)

• Hungry Like the Wolf -Duran Duran

• Hotel California -Eagles (you will never leave his hotel)

• Drain You -Nirvana

• Zombie -The Cranberries (he makes zombies in his basement)

• Dollhouse -Melanie Martinez (the “favorite” in his collection being dressed up almost like a doll with the dress and the makeup, plus he lives two lives)

• The Hand That Feeds -Nine Inch Nails

• Demonoid Phenomenon - Rob Zombie (jumpscare)

• Bumblebees Are Out -Jack Stauber (makes me think of lil baby Asa)

Just like Chromeskull I can’t imagine him listening to music frequently, or at all, but I can see him enjoying the occasional news station

Bo Sinclair

• Numb -Linkin Park (he got issues)

• Aneurysm -Nirvana (Issues pt 2)

• Country Song -Seether (I thought this was what he was playing on his radio, it’s not, but it still fits)

• Closer -Nine Inch Nails (freak)

• Bodies -Drowning Pool

• Sex Type Thing -Stone Temple Pilots (he acts like a hoe)

• Animals -Nickelback (once again, hoe)

• Tear You Apart -She Wants Revenge (freak 2)

• Foxy, Foxy -Rob Zombie

• The Negative One -Slipknot (he is the negative twin)

• In Bloom -Nirvana (He likes to shoot his guns)

• Scotty Doesn’t Know -Lustra (lol)

• Offended -Eminem (a bitch)

• The Burden -Slipknot

• One Step Closer -Linkin Park

• She Keeps Me Up -Nickelback

• Mockingbird -Eminem (Crying my eyes out to this song, but I see it as him having to be the parent to his brothers and shit bro I’m bawling)

Overall this dude in canon listens to rock, so pretty much I’m throwing dad rock and metal at him

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille)

• Hit the Road Jack -Ray Charles (some people don’t wanna be victims)

• Somebody’s Watching Me -Rockwell (always lingering)

• Killing Me Softly With His Song -Fugees (persuasive in talking people into being his victim)

• Candyman -Christina Aguilera (everything in this song is true)

• Heaven Can Wait -Michael Jackson (it can and will)

• So Anxious -Ginuwine (I know I’m anxious)

• Sextape -Deftones

• Mary On A Cross -Ghost (song about sex in a romantic sounding way)

• Change -Deftones (yea)

• Aces -dkj

• Hey Lover -The Daughters Of Eve (Romantic)

• Sex with a Ghost -Teddy Hyde (literally a ghost)

• Talk To Me -Porcelain Raft (Even though I think about the Collector with this song too, because I got it from the movie, it fits Candyman better)

• There Is a Light That Never Goes Out -The Smiths (<3)

• Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now -The Smiths (pls let him rest with the love of his life)

If he could still listen to music he def likes romantic stuff, Jazz, maybe the classics n r&b. He was very happy when he was alive, I can imagine him tapping his foot and dancing with his lover in a kitchen

If I think of any more slashers I wanna do and I have the motivation I might make a pt 2

Anyway ty for reading <3

#asa emory #chromeskull #chrome skull #jesse cromeans #laid to rest #laid to rest 2 #the collection #the collector #bo sinclair #house of wax #candyman #hcs #the candyman #daniel robitaille

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ratsoh-writes · 2 months

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How's this, hoe 😘

Personality traits:

• i am gonny, hear me roar

• mama: am mom, and all are baby

• wifey: you will be relentlessly wifed

• chef: 20 shots of pasta straight up the ass

• sexy: I am sexy. You are sexy. All is sexy

• manager: family manager, home manager

• bossy: no no, we have to do it this way

• red soul: i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it

• love lang: physical touch, quality time

Dealbreakers / Pet Peeves:

• incompetence: do your tasks well, without me telling you to, and without me having to teach you the little things

• childishness: i need a grown ass skele

• stress: keep the distribution of labor equal

• child-free: little too late for that, daddio

• unclean: wash your god damn asshole

• overworking: prioritize me and bbs

• little bitch: let me bite you

Attractive Traits:

• i like the old, ugly, rugged, scary, grumps

• strength 💪 bench me

• general dad energy, dad bod

• the more skills, the hotter

• men trying to impress you by showing off their skills is foreplay

• wisdom, experience, accomplishments oh my

Hobbies:

• old lady: knit, paint, photo albums, read

• wine mom: wine helps me drink

• baby mama: bring me my baby

• geek: media consumption?

• menace: i will bug you, then bite you

• princess: sing and dance everywhere

Favorite Items:

• baby

• phone

• my own breasts

• soup

• perfume

• gnome

Shdhdhdh so I had three main traits to look for in your matchup: competent, likes kids, and horny. And then when finding those three traits, I had to pick one who wouldn’t self combust after a week with you. After much trial and error I match you with…… NOIR- just kidding! I match you with LUSH!! Lush is lustfell sans, and just the rugged dreamboat for you!

You like strength and accomplishments? How about starting a couple dozen businesses through loans, making absolute bank, and being a boxing champ work for you? Lush is a very successful monster in many ways~

Lush does want kids someday, and while his job normally keeps him quite busy, he’s more than prepared to hire someone to take over much of it so he can focus on the family once kids are in the picture. Lush is a duty bound monster, and his first line of responsibility is is SO and family. It would take a while for any step kids to get used to him though, since he is a scary guy at first glance

While his decoration style isn’t bad at all, it definitely clashes with yours. However he’s fkn rich and doesn’t care that much as long as the home looks put together, so you get free reign pretty quick. However rich people are weird, and currently he’s trying to convince you that having a guard-chimera is just the accessory that the home needs lol.

He can’t sing. But he’ll sing if you sing. So if you value your virgin ear holes, don’t sing around him. If you don’t value them though, have fun making dying cat noises with him. At least until pepper or your kids yell at you both to shut up

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tricornonthecob · 7 months

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Can you do a headcanon dump, I’m curious to hear 👀

I have so many that tumblr threw an error and broke down and deleted all the things I wrote so lets see if I can be less verbose (impossible.) My thoughts are mostly fleshing the fuck out of the Phillips family because I love them.

Samuel Phillips's older siblings were from his father's first wife, who died. While still young, his own mother dies in childbirth giving birth to a stillborn daughter.

After this, he's treated poorly by his dad and siblings. He gets really into exploration and new worlds as a way to cope, and he also finds natural talent as a swordsman and horseman, but nothing he excels at is ever enough.

As an adolescent, he forms a strong father-son surrogate bond with his fencing tutor, a wizened old bachelor and veteran of Queen Anne's War (? I need to look at the timeline to see if this works)

Through a mutual friend of his fencing tutor, he is introduced to the idea of joining the army as a light dragoon. His father is furious at this decision, but by this point, 20-something Sammy Phillips is thrilled to do anything to stick it to the ornery old bastard.

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I don't have as much fleshed out for Lady Phillips, since most of my headcanons have revolved around Major Phillips, but I have some bits.

She's the eldest daughter of a new-rich merchant.

Her name is Eliza. I also named Mrs. Radcliffe Eliza. The two Elizas became best friends forever at the age of four because they were both named Eliza. This is how it goes when you are four.

The future Mrs. Radcliffe is a ho, but her parents are spacey as hell so she does what she wants. Eliza's parents are more parenty, but still reasonable. Eliza gets bit by the rebellion bug all the same.

Our Eliza and Samuel meet at a ball that they're both attending, although the Elizas kind of maybe crashed the ball. Just a little bit. I need to sort out how.

Our Eliza and Samuel get shotgun wedding'd, although they do love each other.

Him and Eliza have trouble conceiving, and he's then shipped off to war.

He gets wounded heroically and sent back to Britain for a bit - and to be knighted! - where he convalesces and they finally have Sarah. He still has a hankering for war - and some unfinished bidness - and manages to return, despite the wound in his shoulder hampering some of his movement.

The situation in North America is looking good for Britain politically, but its turned very ugly.

When the war is over he comes back to see his infant daughter and breaks down. She looks alot like him - but, more specifically, she looks like his mother, with some of Eliza's features.

Despite loving his family, he's become restless with PTSD and can't resist the call to go back to America. When word of Pontiac's war reaches him, he's practically chomping at the bit to return.

What he returns to is even more frustrating for him, and it also begins his friendship/working relationship with the Shawnee.

He goes back one more time to Britain, but by now is totally over it. His relationship with Eliza is in tatters and Sarah is starting to show some teenage angst. He leaves for a job with the Hudson's Bay Company - which he rapidly abandons to go land speculating.

------ My headcanons for LK-timeline and post-LK are a bit simpler

Lady Phillips, to cope with the stress of everything, became an avid gardener and illustrator of plants in Britain. She brings this with her to America when she moves and, eventually, decides to curate and publish a ladies' gardening magazine with the help of James' printing company.

James is a pigeon guy. He got interested in them when he was living in the streets. Later in life he breeds and races pigeons. Sarah originally wasn't thrilled but turns into the Dads Who Did Not Want Pets meme.

James is also able to sing - not amazingly, but also can hold a tune. When he and Sarah have babies, he discovers he loves singing them lullabies and insists on it.

James will also read them humanist literature because of course he does.

TBH I envision he and Sarah having only daughters, but that is largely due to the fact that I am extremely partial to Family With Only Daughters vibes (myself being a member of a Family With Only Daughters.)

James is completely incapable of denying any of his children anything. It is a problem.

I also imagine they had a little bit of trouble having kids, but they manage to have a few anyway.

Major Phillips is a dry, aloof bastard and at first James doesn't know how to deal with the humor and the stand-offishness, but Major Phillips does grow to like James.

Grandpa Phillips, though not fully able to do fencing any more due to injuries he sustained in war, still has a sword collection.

He also loves to play with his granddaughters, possibly making up for all the time he lost with his own daughter.

James is extremely anxious to ask for Sarah's hand, until Major Phillips point blank tells him to.

Henri doesn't stay in France for long and comes back to be Uncle Henri to the Hillips babies. They love him because of his hijinks and the fact he's always bringing them bonbons and little toys and such.

Major Phillips meets Henri and has no idea what to make of him.

Henri becomes a baker. Because I said so, thats why.

Mrs. Radcliffe and her husband are 18th century swingers. You can't tell me that woman doesn't have the look and mien of a swinger.

Lady Phillips is extremely pissed at Major Phillips for a very long time for good reason. She moves from their old home to America mostly for Sarah, but also because she has no real say in the matter.

Y'all have heard my James and Sarah are horsegirls headcannon. To expand on it, they will sometimes race when they're feeling flirty.

Both of them come to Caesar to talk about their feelings, but especially James. James is not very subtle about it and at least Henri and Moses know he's doing it.

James eventually adopts Caesar and he lives out his final years in good care getting fat on grass.

During the postmaster general timeframe, Sarah's introduced to a neighbor's feisty pony, Flip. She eventually adopts him.

Sarah and James first bone at Yorktown. tbh.

Udney is a himbo. I'm 50/50 on him and Sarah actually messing around a little at one point pre-James courtship - Sarah being mad at James for whatever reason, Udney 100% being her type, and teenagers/young adults not being particularly well-equipped for self control.

I also don't like first-time energies in ships - a quirk of mine - so I've also played around with James having a rebound he doesn't realize is a rebound when Sarah goes to Britain, because again. Teenagers/young adults sometimes make Decisions.

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Anyway these are just some of my headcanons.

#liberty's kids #headcanons #headcanon dump

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bethanydelleman · 2 years

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Charlotte Lucas Steps In

Henry Crawford proposes to Fanny Price. She tells him to wait a minute and consults her good friend, Charlotte Lucas, on whether she should accept or not. Charlotte sets love at zero, so let's take a look at the practical matters:

Most important: despite disliking Henry’s principles/behaviour towards her cousins, Fanny says twice that Henry has a good temper. She’s not afraid of him.

The Bertrams have no plan for Fanny’s future. Sir Thomas finally brings Fanny “out” into society, probably to try and secure Henry Crawford, by hosting a ball. We are told it was a whim, there is no mention of an actual plan for her to enter society. Also, there is no guaranteed provision long-term and Tom is a wasteful gambler WHO BLEW THROUGH HALF OF EDMUND’S INHERITANCE. Fanny might well be left in poverty by him if he runs MAnsfield into the ground like Sir Walter Elliot (this of course, is pre-personality transplant)

If we believe Mary, who says Henry will fall out of love, she also has complete confidence that he will take care of his wife and treat her properly. A sentiment that probably includes having discreet affairs if he has them.

Fanny is sickly, which everyone knows, and yet the Bertrams ignore her medical needs. She is not given a fire in either her bedroom or sitting room. When Fanny’s pony dies, her aunts do not think it’s important to replace her medical device, this is actually NEVER FULLY FIXED in the book, Fanny keeps using Edmund’s horse.

Mrs. Norris berates Fanny constantly for daring to exist, she also forces her to walk beyond her strength, doesn’t actually care about her well-being, and makes her feel like she deserves next to nothing. Fanny lives in fear of Aunt Norris’s “interminadable reproaches”

Lady Bertram, who claims to love Fanny, is entirely selfish in her love. Lady Bertram’s needs always come first: Fanny wants to go to Sotherton? Who will sit with me? Fanny wants to go to dinner? Who will make my tea? Who will arrange my sewing and do the hard bits? This is the second most kind person towards Fanny. What a fun life!

Edmund, who actually loves Fanny in a relatively unselfish way, still constantly forgets her and hasn’t fixed that many of her problems. He actually tells her not to get too cold in her room, instead of maybe ordering her a fire? Maybe, Edmund??? He gets her a horse and then lends it out to his crush. Oh Edmund.

Henry has already proved his influence in the navy, Fanny has two more brothers in the navy, probably two more to enter it, which means her family will significantly benefit from the Admiral’s interest.

Despite being the informal ward of a rich baronet, Fanny owns exactly 1 nice dress and 0 pieces of jewellery until William, Edmund, and Mary/Henry give her some. She is not being properly provided for by the Bertrams.

Fanny is currently entirely at the mercy of arbitrary charity from the Bertrams. A marriage contract would legally obligate Henry to give her things like pin money and for the first time, give her control over her environment. Like having a freaking fire in her freaking bedroom!!!!

So Fanny takes her friend’s advice and marries Henry. She now is in charge of fires, she can have all the fires she wants, all day long if she so chooses, she can be as snug as a bug in a rug. She will own her own horse! No one will force her to go on long exhausting walks. She can sew whatever and whenever she damn wants. She no longer needs to be the constant companion of The Well-Dressed Slug (Lady Bertram). She can buy many of the books, all the dramatic poetry she wants. Henry would buy them for her. Everyone is nice to her, so she’s free from constant streams of verbal abuse. And if she doesn’t love her husband, who cares if he flirts with other women? He’s at least discreet (remember Maria was the one who exposed the affair).

Honestly, call me Charlotte Lucas, but I would take that deal in a heartbeat. I think part of the point of Jane Austen’s novels is that it takes herculanean moral integrity or maybe ever a little insanity not to take these deals.

#fanny price #charlotte lucas #henry crawford #mansfield park #moral integreity or insanity #jane austen #give the girl a fire!#this is how arsonists are born #*burns down mansfield park*#I'm warm NOW Aunt Norris #but yeah the fire thing bothers me so much #I would like an alternate ending where Fanny gets nothing but fires and hugs #8.5 years worth of hugs #snug as a bug in a hug

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alithetiredartist · 9 months

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//MLB movie spoilers//

ok I had to get my thoughts out somewhere and here seemed like the best option so if you know me irl, no you don’t (you know who you are)

I wanna talk about this scene

THIS 💥 SCENE 💥 pissed me off so much (also ignore the bad quality image) and I was like istg if they do that on the show i’m gonna cry because the MLB movie is basically a retelling of the show

BUT

there is one main difference between the two gabriel agrestes

You can see in the scene before the hug that his main goal was to bring back Emily and while yes, that was the shows Gabriels main goal at one point it’s not anymore. All he cares about now is defeating Ladybug and Chatnoir. That’s why i-forgot-her-name-but-you-know-who-i’m-talking-about-the-assistant-lady stopped helping him. Because he lost himself and forgot his goals and his purpose.

In that one scene from of either the last episode of season four or one of the first episodes of season five, he had the choice to choose Emily or defeating Ladybug and Chatnoir but he chose Ladybug. His hate for her defeated his love for his dead wife, but in the movie when he was faced with the ultimate choice between his wife and his son (not chat noir, Adrien) he chose Adrien. He chose to save his relationship with his son and be a better dad. He chose to give up on being Hawkmoth.

In the show though, he was faced with the same choice when Marinette and Chat Noir were dating when she screwed up the timeline. He chose to use his son and turn him into Chat Blanc which ended up destroying both him, Marinette, and the world itself. Obviously, Ladybug and time bunny girl fixed it but he still made his choice.

While yes, this Gabriel still did hate Ladybug and Chat Noir he didn’t let his hate for them overpower his grief over his wife. I think it also shows in how he presents himself as just Gabriel when he’s not Hawkmoth. He kinda gives rich evil Peter B. Parker vibes (iykyk ig) showing how his grief really has overtaken him. He misses Emily so much she is always his #1 priority, but in the show he puts more effort into his looks and shoves his feelings aside. It’s what we see them do when they’re alone too. In the movie whenever we see Gabriel alone we see him grieving, but in the show when we see him alone he’s working on a new suit (which is never actually a new suit, btw it’s always the same and it bugs the shit out of me). I think that also shows how they feel about Emily. Movie!Gabriel has been sitting on his feelings and is ready to do whatever it takes to get her back, but Show!Gabriel is used to shoving his feelings aside to work on his career or destroying Ladybug and Chat Noir.

So when Adrien said “you have to let her go” (or something along those lines) he did and he’s gonna work on himself and be a better man and father, but I feel like in a way Show!Gabriel has already let her go. I think he just misses the idea of her now. I think he’s dug himself so far into the hole that he just can’t stop now. He’s gone too far. He’s completely isolated himself. He’s ruined his relationship with his son, any chance he had at finding love again, any chance to be a good person.

So with all that said I do not think in the show Gabriel will be forgiven the way he was in the movie. While Movie!Gabriel still didn’t deserve forgiveness (in my opinion) he was still at his core doing this out of a place of pain, but Show!Gabriel has gone too far and has sacrificed everything to the point where there really is no coming back.

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous spoilers #miraculous movie #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #ladybug and chat noir #alis thoughts

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hagatha-christie · 1 year

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Maybe I should just come on her purely to write down what I read. March was a weird month and I read a few books that aren’t worth mentioning, either because I have read them before or because they weren’t very good and I’ve already forgotten about them. Anyway, here are a few I liked, in varying degrees:

Bright Dead Things by Ada Limon - my first book by her and I immediately fell in love. There’s something of an edge to a lot of her stuff, like it’s just this side of crass or gross or unpolished which I loved. Highlighted and tabbed a BUNCH including “tornado talk, dead June bugs like pinto beans” I MEAN !!!!!!

Scorched Grace by Margot Douaihy - the stuff about religion/Catholicism and Sister Holiday’s past was infinitely more interesting than the mystery, which honestly was kinda dumb! A very mixed bag but there’s some good stuff in here, as well as some bad stuff.

Embassy Wife by Katie Crouch - like The White Lotus but they’re all government employees or spouses of government employees. Dumb, rich Americans abroad, basically. Each character is their own brand of awful which I loved. Also one of the characters’ first descriptions is that she’s tall, hot, and kind of scary and I immediately pictured Elektra from Pose but in that one scene at the fancy restaurant where she yells at those ladies and is wearing the pink dress? When she pauses to drink? That scene specifically.

Bloody Rose by Nicholas Eames - I texted my friend after I finished and just said “well, that was a hoot and a half.” Very fun, even if there were a few things about it that kind of drove me nuts.

#reading

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Tway this

A tricube sequence

How rich came from the God Bacchus’ pards—

and what foil’d thee! These and the wine of

your iris tightens mechanically.

Like to approach, O Spring, but the

corn is the young, and true’ is always

does. And a Sigh is this: the red with.

Behold two Adons dead! For Winter

would say, Lo! And lay up; and nothing

itself hath wrought the witch’s life is dide.

Moved is like she things a great wrong, have

spoken the loves. This ill presage advis’d;

thou will you to read the sentine?

And the river state! Let the thicket?

Or like a part beside, keep still cold

frae nane, i’ll make their caps; you are seene.

And Phyllis be, you a cream here’s

no belt and as a tunnel. How did

impute, which wanteth toward Damascus.

My vineyards; but twenty hundred their

pettish deceiver? Bitter but a

football thy soften a man in prose.

Whither in thine this due; my spite till

you to the world accountenanced

lady bug within the gleaming flats.

My beloved! Tune thy mouth like the

bliss thou will forgive. My youthful, charming

Chloe. Meg. To unperplex bliss!

But night! Was once he did banish’d, the

sun, and I bursts sixteen years and last,

with no create Ideas in force.

She was the startled little wood are

bad. Imperious were not what, that

Love life, am I say you love is.

Come and probably didn’t want to my sin

and never that he feeds, and blind eyes

of A Love you found the air. The taste.

I am clad in flight, till the cry.

Lurks in these are threescore valiant of

your more gashes and thy starry night.

‘It shall we? Upon their requiring.

Absences, beauties ending no

causeless and diamond: a gold beget?

These words to proof, that thou know before

it should restless verdure story stays

blank indifference. Green with grac’d to write!

Else, suffer’d, it wit that could make a

wife of the sea wand’ring in, disturbed

mind, taking so enrag’d, desire.

To mar the hair of this prey. Do ow;

and my breast. She things was an infinitely

distance remain with loathsome.

There birds such, and nostrils, and set his

face excell’d, and more wayside that is

the blue stone. Yours is the mountains lie.

Gentle Hermes thence breaketh his foes

pursed, the latest time, for thou are seen

me get the lilies. Wreath, till with love.

To passion’s bright, that words she doth them

were unlock’d to standing thus, Ah, Lycius!

Aristocrat— one who frown, O!

Rise up, my mouth when thicket? Weigh the

dire imagination with little

hour whenas I met her lilies.

And yet nought doe meet you went about

you. Dead, by a charms, the Eyes take turn’d

in the fatigue is black as a shell.

Just as lonely as a tunnel. The

one I ate? Resting in this shady

bright longs not for everything back wing.

Some music now? In things grow stiff and

doth make most curious were flower

in the rain, but the man love will leaves.

Into him, with yours. Hee will I could

not wrong whence our lips, and Winter is

the wrong, his brackish waues be glutted.

These lips well as much be Rome and there

remaineth in her? Or, like a young

women young, the hills, whereon the left.

Lord, what we may say, like green she wept

the salt tears in his eyes on your hair.

I never feet. If she sees with tears!

Fair Hermes on mine ear that, as we

do. So I, as I am, first bud?

How beauteous combat, wilful and Meg.

And names, when in dream, while I hard-

believing latch; weeded by the timorous

she. Which is dumb and brake she loves.

And I am not in lust. They wither

or late on the mind at ease. Ceasing

beat upon fold of hueless cup.

Fair fee, he lyes in eyes? With what

prodigies, wherein the windows fleetings

and lover doves the air and having.

On water was she strings her mishanter

fa’ me, if thou being sod; they

are sold to nothing? A flock of brasse.

An odour mother bosom it shall

still-kept course to my tomb; or, like a

shade—for pitying world so glories.

Where dead on the resoundeth! Hath caught

aymes at her lip? Which is inseparate

from heavenly moist hand hills.

Then woo’d, as Senses sore ills, and as

the Nereids fair not the same as

pitying men. Healthy as tragedy.

And art thou inviting fire sprinkled

curtains of great delight. By this for

of moss, with cold woman’s compared well.

Then shall stain her lawny continue.

Thou beauty lies; being time. Lest sight

blow its winding tears once doth again.

Or then yong, his unkind breath, I did

not shields at last. Lowering wings to

the lions’ dens, the nymph mighty men.

It was thine oath to see with a leather

force. In thou with him. Lusty could

not so much care, her cheek, his unkind!

His passions of life.—If I should sleeps.

Within, while my soul love’s fire than you

have we below, mild as a tunnel.

And sires, which thou smooth thee their words she

now for him. And I lose myself being

red she told there is not reprove?

Parting through mine ear that, your bosom

of a turmoil of shame; she push’d

momentary, wayworn wander fair God!

Cease, thou wonder whose sharp fangs one! Lord,

what great wrong. And the hot scent-snuffing

out of. Alight long I could they say.

Like disconsolate th’ Anatomie

of each passing is so farre from

wealthy as thou hast doves or old man?

If love’s gain, reaching dew? Kneeling they

do not grieves. Feeds her a perfume, her

joy. Thus, to roam over thigh to knows?

Thus was, whose vulture to bathes and to

belie—even so sure: what thou told’st

the drops of the moonless them again.

The merchange my sisters as she by

thy beloved is grown, and life she

move: so thou to melt. Will give a rope.

When others’ temple be dead! These blue

stony bed. Had he the fair ladies,

by Loue conquest on their hearts doth sport.

I can content to her; and radiant

eyes, whose voice is in praying. Venus

salutes him farewells. This flying time.

Of the wide world in those bodies and

fro on which he deny it! And doing

me. And dregs of a continent.

For shame; she in height, and my break. ’St

creature: and a few hours all trees or

roses found, what can giue th’eternal.

Of sorts of the turn’d to rate the mountain

of gain, and forever lodging

in the boar. And it will, thou are one.

I hid my love—does a like not with

hear; all ornament, her ere light. More

beauty in the basest brought thy mouth.

She marched for curb or prickles, yet commands

mine: he fell upon thy powre dicerne.

Here is as Lebanon, my spouse!

Blue. When God commander; then from her

bloody earth can freedome gladly spent!

Such sanity will no more nearly.

Need not see, thou talk? Comparing my

sweet heavenly tune, have any jot

diminish’d, or there you want to mee.

My family’s voice in a traded

like a part besides must bid farewell,

hear, Eadwacer? I haue most just yours.

You do it for this is rare occurrence.

And look! If those to love to higher

that gentle Hermes, let me in.

Exceeds commission: I probably good

dealing? Them with such please of the Feild,

I saye as sunny hair like Good-bye.

I am becomes near the flock of

the bench of Death! His love a small lady

bug with spicy chocolates tempers?

Of civilization could exceed

their light. Danger ashy- pale; she were

dumb? The silly mind that burns by night.

Thy two alone stands and put under

mines! Till those circumstance best becomes

the chariots. When thou say or long.

Ay, Love’s eyes and mirrors. Love; behold

hand oft as sound. A mind that she went

in a Prayer, or the Sun did reed.

Sick, she is. The new-sprung flock that had

my fingertips, the altar where his

cheeks, she is even what I passeth.

Thus again, each other is not bear

it. My loves, in love’s gain, or hope nor

my sight of Platonic for pitty?

Bid good smell the game. Ah God shield, his

youth: the simple semblance he did lend

there withstanding grave never open.

Suffice and eke the eastern isle, which

hand his right her face! Even if it

be nay, friend where she finger’d Muses!

The pierce one another, thou were game.

Her brazen proue her pride, and like a

red-ribb’d ledges drip within the dead!

Tho’ father. Ilk spring, chiefly in

her arms infold him not. One day there

herself whilst I sing isn’t deny it.

Never sheath’d unaware hath dropping

safety in her beloved! Those up

the could my love is shell fish to war.

And, like Dante I would singing madness,

and brings, streams. But this Arbour makes

the merciless Tyrant fled; the speak.

Either head, dumbly at your house are

stood, and near Mercer St I probably

left? Or thee; and let me here alone.

Give it the fling his flown? Doubt there’d

been nothing to render, making of

the blood; make glad sighes might nowhere.

Lest she wild sparkles diuiding. Lamia:

tell me, O eyes, I never serpent

now is turn’d to the rushes spread.

Or we could my mother’s body who

should yet too coldly him embracing,

lowers face, his fair in the water.

While I thee in this year: thoughts in love,

untill those precedent of Israel.

First the sweet Stellas selfe forgive me.

The taste thy mermaid’s voice, such foul flaws

to hast heavy heart which thee. So in

the bottom the night do burn my faint?

Of syphilitic senses all me

only words. To earth’s fair discouer when

thou to forsake you! Stars; snare of all.

Her secret name I would sing Euphelia

frowns with lilies. In acrylic

fur. When you didst name in the shutting.

And change, o yearning brows o’er the spring

sport; both with a thousand double

wrong; being the petal tide in it.

Like their frail of her bestead, which to

thee to breeds by her preserve. Till he

please let my pass o’er, then from Gilead.

The reason is like their blossoms blown.

In a brake off his effects, yet his

pence, her face; and brakes obscurity?

Or being bitter spring, senses?

And when he been prow in port Cenchreas,

from his horses in a ready earth.

He lyes in the same, else laws of the

mean. What it was you them: and, have not

seem’d to scold me. Caught me in a crowd?

From the neighbor knows no pity do

now, proving Harbour, yet is thy delight.

In a sunny hair, thy rigour.

Adonis within thy lips obey:

stay! And vouches unto itself at

ever straight, there hung a star in love.

Maud could place she dark night. Is it heaven’s

day with the can see, nor know this

harmed in a bell evening disaster.

With oaths, fair; thou meant thou can praise beside.

Look, when you look she tunes her language

bring paints not in their requiring.

And they, as here, plagues, and his neck, her

hair; lure of his mood?—Truth bepainter

is, then did spight us, in pleasure.

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harryhoney-bee · 3 years

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I'm feeling really soft and fuzzy today, So if I can request something I want to do that abeja 🐝💓

#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

Tag me if you write this baby ✨✨

Adore you alot 💕

Night Routine

Warning: your ovaries might explode... mine did 🤚🏻 I would give this man 9 children if he asked.

Word count: 1.7k

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I hope you enjoy it!! Let me know what you think 😚

“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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dyns33 · 3 years

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What’s in a name

It’s silly but I missed Michael Addams, so sorry, it’s not long nor great, but at least I wrote something !

(they don’t have kids yet here)

"Oh, hello Mister Addams... And Madam Addams ! Hi ! Thanks God, you're here with your husband... I mean, welcome !"

The saleswoman knew Michael and (Y/N) well. They often came to buy pastries. (Y/N)'s favourites. So of course, being a devoted husband who wanted to please his Goddess, Michael also came very often alone, to buy little surprises for his dear (Y/N). He would watch her savour them with a glass of champagne, naked on the bed, waiting for her to offer to taste or join her. More than cakes, it was one of Michael's favourite activities, admiring his Goddess. Whether she is eating or doing something else, but being perfectly happy, thanks to him.

Michael, like the rest of his family, was a bit... particular. Everyone knew the Addams in town, and no one wanted to run into them. But when he was accompanied by his wife, then people relaxed. Michael alone was a real pain. Michael with (Y/N) was okay, and then everyone liked the young lady who made this freak a little more normal than usual. He was always special of course, but since he didn't want to displease her, he behaved quite well.

There was still that little smile on his face that scared them though, because no one knew what it meant. Michael was starting to smile after the greetings, and some thought he didn't like them talking to him. But he didn't smile like that when he was alone, so they thought for a while that he didn't appreciate them talking to his wife. They quickly realized that they were wrong, after some had stopped talking to her.

"We will never come here again." Michael said in a clothing store.

"What ? Why ?" (Y/N) wondered.

"They haven't greeted you, they're not polite. No one ignores a Goddess like that."

"You're exaggerating Mikey, they said hello to you, that counts for two."

"No Cara mia, they must greet you, kneel before you, beg for your pity and thank you for honouring them with your presence in their lousy shop."

To avoid losing good clients, as the Addams were rich, everyone said goodbye to (Y/N) when she left, curtsying like she was of royal blood. Michael's anger did not subside immediately, and the couple did not return for several weeks, presumably because the wife had insisted, and the husband could not refuse her anything, but everyone thought he had also accepted because the sellers had made this small gesture of submission.

After that everyone treated (Y/N) like a queen, and even though they did it mostly because they were scared, they thought she deserved it, because she was kind, patient, lovable, and she stood up for them when Michael was getting too demanding. For taming the beast that was Michael Langdon, she deserved the best. Michael's small smile was certainly satisfaction, seeing that everyone understood that (Y/N) was a true Goddess.

It was partly the truth. Even though he didn't like sharing her, Michael considered himself to be just an insect among the bugs next to (Y/N), he was lucky that she had chosen him, and it was normal that everyone were watching her. A Goddess was to be glorified and feared. But that wasn't why he was smiling.

"She said it again."

"What ?" (Y/N) asked, taking a bite of her creamy puff as they walked home through the park.

"Madam Addams."

"Of course, since I'm your wife, I'm Madam Addams."

"Oh." he sighed. "Say it again Cara mia."

"I am Madam Addams. (Y/N) Addams."

"That's stupid, and I would have taken your name if you'd asked me but... I love that you have my name. It's such an honor ! On... Oh, on your gravestone, there will be 'Addams' ! Our two names side by side, and underground, our two entwined bodies ! The Addams ! I'm already quite exhilarated when these idiots say "and your wife", but when they add "Madam Addams", I... I want... I want..."

"Yes Mikey ?" purred (Y/N).

"I would like to throw myself at your feet to kiss them. Then my mouth would go up slowly, kissing every part of your body up to your lips ! Then I will admire your sweet face for hours, reciting every reasons why I love you, and finally, if you order me, I will make love to you !"

"In the pastry shop ? In front of everyone ?"

'Where you want, when you want, how you want, Cara mia ! My Goddess ! Of course, then I would have to kill the witnesses, because no one is allowed to see you naked, but I will !"

"You are crazy. I knew that, but your madness surprises me every time. I love it."

"And I love to surprise you." he said kissing her hand, before licking the cream she had on her fingers.

Once they got home they didn't talk about it again, Michael being too busy making dinner, then preparing a bath, then a romantic evening for his beloved wife, like he did every day, but (Y/N) did not forget his confession, and from time to time, when she felt that he was not feeling well or when she wanted to send him a message, she used it.

"Madam Addams wants to take a shower with you."

"Cara mia !"

"Madam Addams would love to go to the beach today."

"I will prepare the bag my Goddess !"

"Madam Addams... wants you to be on the bed in two minutes."

"My love !"

It was like a game of "Simon says", terribly funny for both of them. Except the one time Fester heard one of the sentences and went to ask Morticia why she wanted her nephew to "be blindfold and wait for him in the bedroom." Malignant, Mortica simply replied that there wasn't just one Madam Addams, without Fester understanding what that meant, so he told Gomez, who was as jealous as his nephew when it came to his wife, and who then decided to know what Michael was doing, entering in his house before the worst, fortunately for him.

"Uncle !"

"Michael... Oh, hello (Y/N), you are... almost naked..."

"I should tear your eyes out for that, uncle ! Go ! Leave us ! Madam Adda... My Goddess is very embarrassed !"

"Right away ! Forgive me !" stammered Gomez, immediately realizing his mistake.

After this incident, they no longer played "Madame Addams wants" in public, to avoid misunderstandings. They didn't really had to play to have fun anyway.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Head of the Table

A/N: So here’s a fun little fic focused on sucking Raymond Smith’s rich-ass dick! 😋 This is based on the below requests – in which you and Ray have been keeping your relationship a secret, since you’re the little sister of Ray’s boss... Somehow this whole setup results in you at a nice restaurant, hidden under the tablecloth, sucking him off.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dom!Raymond, you sucking his cock under the table at a restaurant Requests: anon request + part of a prior request from @my-name-is-alice-ayers (reader being Mickey’s sister)

Word Count: ~1k

“Just face it, Ray. You’re basically his bitch.”

Ray can see you’re in one of your rare moods today, so he takes it in stride with a quirk of his brows and a smirk on his lips. The insult doesn’t cause him so much as a twitch. It’s insulting to you just how few fucks he gives. Offensive, to be honest, the way Mr. Smith carries on enjoying his hors d’oeuvre of expensive olives.

Well, he sure as hell isn’t the only one who can offend. You continue berating your bearded, bespectacled boyfriend. “Second in command shouldn’t mean you have to act like you’re less of a man. Take some shit in your own hands.”

He smirks again. That smirk of absolute sex, working those fancy specs, and that damn mustard cardigan. “Y/N, it’s called loyalty.”

“No, it’s called treating your boss like he’s royalty,” you retort, taking a sip of the wine that your waiter just poured. “Ray, I’m one of the few who can honestly say that I know Mickey Pearson far better than you. You would earn more respect from him if you’d just stop behaving like a bug under his fucking shoe.”

It’s a point Ray refuses to take. “Just for argument’s sake, let’s pretend what you’re saying is true. What would you have me do?”

Where to even begin...? “Well, stand up to the man, as often as you can. Speak your mind. Convince him that you have every right to be shagging his sister; it’s not your fault you can’t resist her. My body is mine, not my brother’s. Just ‘cause I’m a Pearson that doesn’t mean we can’t be lovers. It’s not out of line.”

“I see now—that’s what this is about...” he realizes aloud. “You’re just tired of sneaking around, fear of us getting found. Want your man to parade you through town, loud and proud.”

“Don’t dare patronize me,” you reply, indignant and icy. “Raymond, I’m asking you nicely.”

Your guy blinks his bedazzling blue eyes. “Nice? That’s rich. Love, you called me his bitch.”

“Would you rather I call you a shit-eating cunt?” you shamelessly respond. “I’d be happy to get mean if that’s what you want.”

“Thought that's my job. You've always preferred me on top,” he reminds you, and it’s all too true. “Being dominant... dishing out punishment...”

Once he goes down this road he has already won. You won’t let him keep turning you on with his taunts. “Raymond! We mustn’t speak of such fuckery in a respectable restaurant.”

You really mustn’t, to be sure. And yet you have no clue just how much fuckery is in store. Before this night is done, you’ll be down on the floor, serving Ray as his cocksucking whore.

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You and your secret boyfriend aren’t here for a romantic dinner at this fine establishment—rather, a small family gathering, one that your drug lord big brother had planned, with the Pearsons and some of their most trusted friends. It’s a weekly event. And it goes without saying that King Mickey always invites his kid sister Y/N and his right-hand man Raymond.

The two of you always arrive early, say half an hour before—separately, of course, so as not to stir any suspicion. Spend some time all alone together in the lounge before your table is even ready for Mr. Pearson’s reservation. These brief chats over bar snacks and pre-dinner drinks are the closest thing you’ll get to dating; otherwise you and Ray can’t be spotted together alone in any public setting. The stress and the secrecy of it have gotten infuriating.

By the time your table is all set, no one else in your party has gotten here yet. As usual, Big Brother Pearson is far too important to bother with trying to be punctual. Ugh, fuck it all.

Before you leave the lounge for the dining room as the bright-eyed hostess beckons, Ray sheds off his mustard sweater and asks her to please check it. Reckons he looks better-suited for dinner without it, in his chocolate corduroy jacket.

The man likes his layers. Sometimes just to get him undressed for a proper fuck you have to fumble through five shirts and ten vests and twenty-one blazers.

Meanwhile you can tell that the hostess is struggling to fight back the impulse to bury her face in Ray’s fucking magnificent cardigan, and you can’t blame her. That thing is the Sweater of Snuggles™️, and smells just as good as he smells—you’ve been guilty of cuddling with it time and time again, whenever Ray is absent, out on a job somewhere. As your thoughts drift in that direction at random, you realize that you love him so much it’s really not fair...

But you also hate him, and you’ve made it your mission today to enrage him. To piss him off so hard that maybe the alpha male animal in him—the one that he mainly reserves for the bedroom—will come out and go fucking crazy. Announce to the world without shame that you two are dating, that Little Miss Pearson is his little lady.

You know you’re insane to imagine that such a thing would ever happen. But that doesn’t stop you from trying your hand. Trying to make a real fucking man of your man.

“You should sit at the head of the table, my love,” you propose as the hostess leads you to your seats—then quickly scurries off, as she senses the tension between you two building and burning with furious heat. “Have you ever in all your damn life?”

Every feature on Ray’s face implodes in a shook-as-fuck blink. Clearly you just pushed him to the brink. Looks as if he just swallowed a whole set of steak knives.

You have no way of knowing, in light of how spitefully business between you is going... but that was the moment he knew that he would someday make you his wife.

Not today, though. Good Lord no. Today you’ll be filling quite a different purpose. Performing a very particular service...

As it happens, your plan to push his buttons worked and was so fucking worth it. The rest of this night is going to be so fucking perfect.

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... Continued in Part 2!

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faerienextdoor · 3 years

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general relationship hcs with (some) pastas

Fair warning, I'm using and hinting at mine and my friends’ writing for these creeps :) enjoy also as soon as i figure out how to open an ask box, I’ll be accepting requests

Brian:

- oh where to start with this absolute himbo

- he melts around you. like he's your bitch, and you're his.

- he's the type of boyfriend that takes you out in the snow and shoves a handful down the back of your jacket, and laughs until you shove snow in his face

- it is snow war

- it ends with you cuddling him, wrapped in a blanket and content in front of the burning fire he got started just for you <3

- but he also has some weird... habits.

- drinks pickle juice.

- gets his hand stuck in the jar.

- looks at you like 🥺 until you sigh and help him. for the fifteenth time.

- he can cook some basic breakfast foods, and happily breaks out a cookbook to prepare you something as a surprise or to learn something with you!!

- baking with him would be a mess. he forgets flour goes everywhere and now you both look like you took a bath in cocaine

- but the cupcakes are mediocre at best. they aren't absolute garbage, so... cupcake points!

- he worries about how hoodie treats you. he doesn't remember anything when he regains control, but you've reassured him hoodie is just fine.

- and he is

(hoodie)

- hoodie is like a rottweiler or a doberman.

- protective. intimidating. energetic.

- but also a giant fucking baby.

- this large ass man lumbers over and drops to his knees. places his chin on your lap and stares at you from the fabric of his mask until you stop what you're doing and stroke his head awkwardly

- you could swear he does those happy grumbled a rottie does.

- hoodie is silent but shows he loves you just as much as brian does. He strokes your hair silently, even places a kiss to the crown of your head as you sink into his beefy arms.

- he smells nice too. surprisingly.

- but that raises the question: if hoodie showers, does he shower with that damn thing on?

- you won't get an answer if you were to ask.

- brian introduces you to his grandma julia. and she dotes on you.

- the immortal old lady remarks that you’re the best s/o brian has brought to her yet.

Tim:

- a lumberjack man with biceps like a fucking tree trunk

- how'd you land him? give me your secrets (/j)

- he's such a love bug. a tired stressed love bug.

- he finds /every/ excuse to have physical contact with you. it's like a little touch from you reassures him that you're real. you're like a dream to him.

- he's the best for cuddles. He holds you to his chest

- and you get special access to his moobs

- and he gently strokes your head, traces shapes into your back, etc. it's a special intimate moment each time.

- my man's is italian-american but can't cook to save his fucken life

- he always gets your favorite microwave meals though!! he never forgets.

- not feeling good? dw baby he's making it for you <33 shitty low tier bean and cheese burrito coming up

- slowly he learns the basics and surprises you with lunch or even dinner if you're lucky!!

- he loves you so much. and wants you to feel it and know it. all the time.

(masky)

- god where to start with this bitch

- he's not jeff levels of bad ofc, but he's silent and... weird. creepy, some may say. he doesn't mean to be.

- and he's a hard ass. far more strict than tim.

- he follows you around like a giant fucken puppy and will spook you by grabbing you abruptly and holding you tightly

- you can't escape him. he really utilizes his physical strength

- he loves lifting you up and just... holding you. or carrying you off.

- protective and overbearing.

- but tim keeps him under control.

(angst)

- he wouldn't want to lose you like he lost his last wife.

- you find pictures of a woman laying around and a small girl that bears a striking resemblance to her and tim.

- tim goes quiet and questioned but eventually caves and tells you about his family

- or what he used to have

- his wife died and his daughter disappeared.

- it broke him and you're all he has left now

- constantly needs your affection in return to his own

- pls love him

jeff:

- why the fuck would you date him

- he's the absolute worst in so many aspects. But he genuinely tries for you.

- even if his gifts are shitty, it's nice to know he thoughts of you, right? even if it's a half dead flower or a rib torn from a deer caraccas.

- but you get the butt end of his shithead antics. ranch bath, specifically. he smelt like spoiled milk for a week after and you had to cuddle that fucker.

- and don't get me started on mayo bath

- but he still loves finding himself in your arms. or finding you in his. he's demanding affection wise, and will yank you into him for some cuddles. whether you like it or not.

- he isn't one for a lot of pet names, but calls you curse words or "sweetheart" in polish.

- and you get to see the side of him that only shows when he breaks down.

(bit of angst)

- he misses his family and the life he used to have. he'll reminisce what it was like in poland with his mom and family with you, and you sometimes swear you can see his brown eyes gloss over at the memory of her.

- he never talks about his dad, you've noticed.

- don't ask.

- he brushes off heavy conversations with some dumb quip ("wanna see my renegade?")

- he sucks at cooking. god awful at it. but he really tries for you. manages a bowl of oat meal that's edible.

- but he overloads it with sugar and for some reason, salt.

- he's confused. he thinks that's normal (it isn't)

- his idea of a date is napping with you. or rather, forcing you into nap time.

- I mean it when I say this man is strong in a weird fucken way. latches onto you with that iron grip and you won't be able to leave for at least a few hours.

jane:

- ethereal wlw woman.

- could break you with her heels. or a flutter of what eyelashes she has.

- you're lucky to have her, and she's just as lucky to have you!

- she's sweet and charming. very smooth and takes good care of you.

- her love language is a mix of physical touch and acts of service.

- she'll cuddle you all night, and then make you breakfast in the morning.

- she loves showering with you when she's comfy enough around you! it's super intimate and she washes your hair.

- massages the soap into your hair, suds spilling down your neck and back as her fingers scrub circles into your scalp.

- it's heaven on earth. such a domestic life.

- it'll take a while for her to settle enough in the relationship for you to see her without her mask

- you make her feel so loved and wanted

- secure, even.

- she's protective but not controlling or overbearing. shes that type of girlfriend that's just a worrywart and relaxes as soon as you're curled up in her arms. you fit there perfectly, too. like you belong there.

- which you do. at least in her mind

- she has such a gentle touch and hold on you. like she's afraid you'll combust in her arms if she holds you too tightly.

- she loves stroking your hair and having you nap

- using her tiddies as a pillow 👌

(angst)

- she needs affirmation from you when it comes to her scars.

- she thinks that jeff ruined her. permanently marking her once spotless body.

- and she thinks you'll hate her or find her disgusting.

- that's why she freezes if/when you gently slip off her mask.

- she stares at you with those teary green eyes. then leans in and kisses you

- you make all of her worries disappear.

- she's also financially comfortable, but not really rich (on that topic: eat the rich)

- she spoils you every chance she gets. gifts, a nice dinner date, you name it

- she almost spoils you as much as she does her cat Emory

- little shit has the sparkliest fucken collar and acts like he's the shit

- he's your fur baby too now

Helen:

- oh my god this disaster of an art boi

- he's convinced he's the luckiest man in the world (and he might as well be!!)

- he obviously wouldn't have been the one to confess. but it was really obvious by how he painted and drew you constantly, that some feeling for you was lodged into his beating heart.

- he treats you like the finest china. with the most care a man can manage.

- he's the definition of clingy and affectionate from the very start.

- he curls around your sleeping form perfectly when y'all cuddle.

- his hand dances in your hair, soothing you into a dreamless sleep each night without fail.

- he has a magic touch and a gentle voice.

- and he cherishes you so fucken much. (like a simp /j)

- he shies away from kisses at first, but will hold your hand and melts if you hold his face in them!!!

- he's greek, and often speaks sweet things to you in it. he's so comfortable around you that he speaks in his native language to you. that's an accomplishment.

- he loves when you baby him. helen loves being cradled and loved.

- taking a nap with his head on your chest also hits different. he's so in love with you

(angst)

- he's afraid of losing you. who wouldn't be? you're amazing and you love /him/ of all people

- he thinks very negatively of himself. please scold him for self deprecating.

- he always worries he'll wake up and you'll be gone.

- so he holds you extra close at night. and follows you around when you leave for any reason. Trails behind you like a lost puppy in need of a gentle kiss.

- which, is what he essentially is

- and also: pls steal his sweater and wear it. he'll cry over how cute you are.

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Ninety Two. Part 3

Wiping my lips again, Robyn and that damn lipgloss. It’s still on me too, on my hands too. It seems very busy outside this club tonight; I am just sat in traffic waiting to get closer. Looking over at Robyn “are you over your tipsy moment? Stop being a light weight” I would like to say to Robyn don’t reapply that lipgloss, that shit is no good for me at all, but she is “I am, I am ready to have fun” feeling a tap on my shoulder “pull up there, I can get out. Get valet to get your car” Rich said, looking ahead of me, there is a slot I can get into. Flashing my lights for this one guy to move, he just looked and then ran by “it’s been a while since we have done this together, I am excited you know” sticking my tongue out as I tried to be careful as possible to park up “cool” Rich got out “yeah, we don’t do this really, I think because I feel you are classy I just tend to like being classy for you” Robyn sniggered “classy? Oh I ain’t that, but it’s cute you feel that way about me though. You think highly of me, I love that poppa” Rich waved us over “let’s get out, let me walk over to you. He seems a little busy” unbuckling my belt, turning my car engine off. Opening the car door and getting out, it’s very busy here tonight. I have already reserved shit “aye Chris” Rich came over to me “seems like they made an event out of you” Rich ran over to me “look” grabbing the poster “no way, since when? I only booked a table, is that why it’s busy. That is fucked up, I ain’t get paid for this” passing it back to Rich “watch out my car bro, stay back” opening Robyn’ car door “thank you” she said, “mind out, take your pictures but don’t be all in her space” taking her bag, I mean I have been doing this for most of the night “you good?” closing the car door as Robyn walked by me “sir” walking into this guy “oh yeah” giving him my key, let me catch Robyn up.

Robyn turned to me, she is waiting “oh my god Rihanna” grabbing Robyn’ hand and walking off with her, the security waved us over to go inside “follow me” I reserved a section for Robyn and I but this place 1Oak being slick now, I didn’t say I was doing any event at all but according to them I am but it’s packed here. My hand tightly holding Robyn’ hand as I followed security to the table, I smiled as people are legit just wanting some attention “just here” he pointed, pulling Robyn ahead of me, I want her to be good first then me. I just realised I am holding Robyn’ bag still, following Robyn to the section. Holding her bag up, Robyn laughed. I totally forgot about her bag, luckily I was still holding this shit in my hand. Sitting down next to Robyn, she waved me over “your fancy woman is around” moving my head back “what?” I said confused, Robyn placed her hand under my chin to pull me back in “India Love, I saw her looking” letting out an oh moving my head back “right” I said to myself “they made out I am a main event here, I don’t know how when I only booked this section, I didn’t ask for that” I said in Robyn’ ear, she rolled her eyes shaking her head “and then she pops up, right” she shook her head, is she really on me like that.

We have so much drink, it’s crazy but we are doing our thing. I think I am enjoying myself way more then I should, but I feel like a lot of people have floated over here and are just watching us, recording us. Feeling my snapback being taken off, looking behind me as Robyn put it on her head and then leaned down and wrapped her arms around my neck. She placed the blunt between my lips, feeling Robyn’ lips latch onto my ear lobe. Moving the blunt back from my lips and blowing the smoke out looking to the side of me smiling, Robyn crashed her lips to mine. I have to catch up to her, she is on me. I think I have been laid back; she got my bottom lip in her mouth sucking on it. She moved back placing the blunt between her lips dancing away from me, she has took my snapback too. Next it will be my shades, I just know her. The music lowered “we got Rihanna in the building tonight, wishing her a Happy Birthday. Every day its bad gal birthday. Everyone cheer for the baddest girl in the game” seeing the bottle service and sparklers, all I can think of is the number of drinks we have, and we haven’t even really paid for them. The crowd cheered, clapping my hands turning to Robyn. She is literally the life of the party; she doesn’t even have to do much either. She is only stood on the couch, but everyone is watching her.

I did say Robyn would take my shades and she did, meanwhile Drake is here. I don’t know who the fuck invited him here but whatever, I am good over here “get y’all boo, I see you Rihanna and I hear you right now” the DJ said, Robyn wrapped her arms around my neck as she sat on my lap “aye, shots are bad” I said, Robyn is on that hard side, she need to quit that “it’s my birthday” Robyn kissed my cheek “Feelings, so deep in my feelings. No, this ain't really like me. Can't control my anxiety” Robyn started singing to me aloud, I laughed wrapping my arms around her torso. Pressing kisses to her neck until she grabbed my head “Ooh, no I'll never get over you until I find something new, that get me high like you do. Listen to my heart go ba-do, boo'd up. Biddy-da-do, boo'd up” we both laughed as Robyn kissed my lips, placing my hand behind her neck and deepening the kiss. I can feel Robyn’ moan against my lips and it’s going straight to my dick, she is sat on my lap too. Oh this is too public, moving my hand back. I need to stop, Robyn bit her bottom lip laughing, she has no lipgloss on her lips because it’s on me. Robyn reached over to the table and grabbed the bottle of Hennessy, she drank from the bottle and then turned to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me again, I stopped because it’s getting heated, but she wanted to do more, feeling the contents of the Hennessy enter my mouth. I need to unglue Robyn from me, I laughed and moved back “you just put that drink in my mouth” I said through every kiss she is continuing to give me, she is not stopping.

I am trying to be the good one here, I am just trying to make sure Robyn is good because she is really getting drunk “are you done peeing or you going to continue to sit there and smile?” Robyn is sat on the toilet smiling to herself “aye, sit back down. You not wiped your butt” I chuckled, pulling some tissue out and holding it out “oh yeah” Robyn giggled, we need to hurry up because we blocked the lady’s toilet. Looking around me and then looking back at Robyn “done, am I sitting on a public toilet?” nodding my head “come” Robyn got up from the toilet seat “I feel so happy Chris, oh my god. I feel so happy right now, I just want to party and be with you” watching her pull her panties up “I know, come” she stubbled out of the cubicle, pulling her dress down “wash, wash, wash. Is my ass showing” Robyn mumbled, looking at the mirror. Robyn is staring at me, and I am just staring at her “you good, I got you babe” stepping back sighing out “dry, dry, dry” Robyn is chatting so much shit, she is making me laugh “mhmmm I want to blow your back out” pulling a face at Robyn “my back out? What the hell, Robyn just dry your damn hands” she is crazy.

Picking my snapback and shades from the seat “watch yourself” grabbing Robyn’ arm and helped her to sit down “I am good Chris” turning around “I am going to go and pee Robyn, I will be back” I shouted over the music “be back quick” I just wanted Robyn to be ok, pecking Robyn’ lips “love you so much” placing my snapback on my head as I walked off, tapping Rich’ arm as I walked by him. Placing my shades over my eyes, Drake is giving me so many looks, I know that nigga is jealous as fuck. Looking over to his section, he is watching me. See what I mean about Drake, he is staring at me “sorry” hitting into someone, looking in front of me “oh sorry” my face softened “not you” I said, now why is India Love here “I was going to the bathroom too, don’t be shy now” shaking my head walking around her “hey” she touched my arm “I am happy for you, I see how Robyn is all over you. She loves you” rolling my eyes “just leave me alone, I ain’t for that” shaking my head “she better keep you close though; you are so fine. You keep getting better” she is following behind me saying that “cool” walking into the men’s bathroom, I need her to leave me.

Smiling wide seeing my wife just sat waiting “beautiful” I mouthed at her, Robyn held her arms out to me “miss me” leaning down and hugging her “can we go home now” she said in my ear, sitting down at the side of her “we can” she got up from where she sat and grabbed the bottle again, sitting on my lap as she held the bottle, I laughed licking my lips and I can see India right there looking at me, she is really bugging like wow. I can’t believe she came to the club knowing I was here, what did she expect from this, did she want me to cheat. I don’t get it “open your mouth” looking up at Robyn “mhmm” opening my mouth and she of course poured the drink in my mouth; she then moved the bottle back and started drinking it. Hennessy about to get this woman all the way fucked up, well both of us actually, Robyn wrapped her arms around my neck and then started to kiss on my neck “let’s go Chris” she moaned out “I want to fuck you” feeling her tongue dragged across my neck and then she latched onto my earlobe, closing my eyes feeling so turned on. I am so glad my shades are on because this so fucking good, my dick is getting hard “ok, ok, ok. Let’s go, stop” Robyn moved back and got up, she is crazy this women “take some drinks babe” she is here collecting the drinks and cups, this is my wife right here. Fixing my overalls, pulling at my crotch area. I am getting hard, looking over at India. She is watching out every move, she ain’t going to stop either “going!?” Rich shouted, nodding my head.

Robyn is a mess; she is a real ass fucking mess. Dropped the bottles she was holding and they all smashed and now is upset that she has done it “it’s ok, Rich. I want to get her in the car, Robyn. Stop, you need to sober up” near tripping over Robyn trying to get her out “get the key out of my pocket” I said to rich, Robyn turned around and wanted to go back in “no, we can get more drink. It’s fine” placing my arm around my neck and then lifting Robyn up, this is the best way to get Robyn into the car because she is playing hell right now “but the bottles, I promised I would keep them” she is really emotional about it too “you both had a nice night!?” the paparazzi guy said, I laughed rushing to the car “watch out” making my way around the car, Rich held the door open for me “just relax, we good. We can buy more” she is so emotional, closing the car door “drive” making my way around, Rich can drive because I am tipsy a little “are you both going to be making baby number two tonight, that display inside” I laughed out “I don’t recall that at all” getting into the car, I am so glad to be out of there “hotel Rich” looking behind me at Robyn “hey” reaching over touching her hand “why are you crying? It’s bottles?” she is a wreck “I was supposed to take care of them” of course, let me leave her to it at the moment.

I fed Robyn and gave her some water, bought her more bottles that she is happy with. She seems content now, I just went inside the hotel to book us in. I didn’t want to do it with Robyn with me, she has drama following her with those damn bottles “done it, oh you out of the car” Rich is laughing “she got out on her own” jogging over to her quickly “come on now baby, dress down” pulling her dress down “so we carrying the bottles? Thanks Rich” taking the bag from him “we good from here” I swear a drunk Robyn is funny “I got to take them to bed” licking my top lip laughing “nice, catch you later Rich” waving him off “what about me, you not taking me to bed?” I asked “my feet hurt” the security outside is just staring at Robyn “what your babies called? Mel and Rihanna?” Robyn laughed out “yeah you right” I sighed out, I am not sure if I am getting pussy tonight “come here” holding Robyn’ arms and turning her to sit down “we can take shoes off yes” placing her bag down and crouching down “how the hell you take these off?” my eyes widened sighing out “wow” these sandals, looking up at Robyn. She placed one of the bottles down and reached out to grab my shades off “better” I am sure it is for her; I like them on to be honest.

Placing Robyn’ bags and sandals down on the floor on the suite, she is wild as hell “be careful, don’t go to the balcony” taking my snapback off, we have a nice little balcony, but I don’t trust her drunk ass near it “Robyn, come here” waving her over, sitting on the edge of the bed sighing out. I am tired so I don’t know about sex which I mean yes I want it but she is just out of it, but we do have a lifetime of it, she has had fun so that is good. My ears perked up hearing the sliding of the door, I shot up so quick. Seeing Robyn actually going onto the balcony, jogging over to Robyn “and what did I say” wrapping my arm around her torso and pulling her back inside “noooo” she whined out “I said no myself, you will stay indoors Robyn. I do not want you on the balcony now stop” sliding it closed, Robyn broke free from my arm and then fell onto the floor. I am going to be taking care of an animal I see “come on” picking her up from the floor but does not want to be helped, she moved away from me again but this time she fell over the bed and rolled off and onto the floor “I am leaving you there now” staring down at her, Robyn groaned out and then turned onto her side “oh my god” I turned away from her being sick on the floor, not how I wanted this at all but also I want to know she isn’t choking on her sick either “this is what happens when you keep jumping around, this is nasty” now I have to clean this.

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abyssal-memories-and-dreams · 4 years

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hi. can i request a headcanon leona and kalim (separate) taking their s/o to their homeland to meet the boy's family? (bonus if cheka and kalim's siblings take their s/o attention) thanks so much

Hi, Luv! This was fun to write! I hope you’re happy with what I came up with!

Meeting Your Boyfriend’s Family (ft. Leona Kingscholar &Kalim Al-Asim)

~Leona Kingscholar~

To say that you would probably be nervous to meet his family is a huge little understatement. Yes, Leona has developed an inferiority complex due to his upbringing, but it is still unnerving knowing that you’re essentially meeting the Afterglow Savannah’s royal family.

He tells you not to worry about it, though, mostly because he thinks it's pointless to try and win their favor since he’s only the second child. Still, you’re more likely the one to try and persuade him to at least give it a try nonetheless.

The actual encounter with Leona’s family is a lot less stress-inducing than you thought it would be. It would happen during winter or summer break so Leona wouldn’t have to worry about Ruggie bugging him to focus on schoolwork.

It’s honestly heartbreaking hearing the servants gossip about him while you’re around. ‘Who is that? Is that the young master’s lover? I never thought he would find someone who would find someone like that. Oh dear, are they just as terrifying as he is?’ Honestly, give Leona’s hand a squeeze hearing that - he needs it.

Despite initial expectations, his family does hold a lot of respect towards you. Leona’s older brother, Farena, will personally congratulate you as a couple - it brings him joy that Leona was able to come out of his shell and meet someone as special as he did with his wife.

And there came Cheka. Oh, Cheka. As soon as he sees you two together, he’s already all over you, asking you plenty of questions that could take the entire day to answer.

“When did you meet Uncle Leona? Isn’t he so cool? Why do you like him? Can you play Magift as well as he does? Can you play with me? Can I call you Auntie S/O? (or Uncle S/O, depending on what you identify as)”

All the while, please refrain Leona from glaring at his nephew. We all know he gets easily jealous, but please remind him that he’s not competition to your affection.

Overall, you do end up winning his family over. Both his parents seem to like you for your politeness and kindness, Farena respects you, and Cheka ADORES you.

~Kalim Al-Asim~

Like Leona, you might also be a nervous wreck to meet his ENORMOUS family. However, whenever you doubt yourself, Kalim will be there to comfort you, ensuring that his family is going to LOVE you.

He’s willing to take you to meet his family anytime. However, Jamil will also be there to point out that he needs to prioritize his studies as well, so most likely you will meet them during break or a weekend.

It won’t be even a minute of being in his homeland that you will be overwhelmed. Upon walking into his home, his servants will greet and praise you and their young master, gushing at the fact that you two are a couple.

“Oh, my! Look at them! You are such a cute pair, Young Master and Lady/Lord S/O!”

Now when Kalim brings you to his actual family, let’s just say that it’s not just going to be a simple dinner - it’s a full-on party! His parents will confront you with the utmost courtesy, bringing you to a lavish room full of five-star meals, animals, and plentiful riches. After the night, you realize where Kalim got his adventurous antics from.

You never get bored that night after hanging out with Kalim’s 30+ siblings. They immediately take you away to play many games in the giant room, automatically pleased to accept another member into the family. Kalim does get a little jealous after the first couple of hours, but at the same he’s happy that you’re getting along with all of them.

After that wonderful day, you both can agree that it was a wonderful day. Even if you failed to remember all of Kalim’s sibling names, don’t worry - most likely, he’s already trying to plan another day they can hang out with his family.

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How many Hollow Knight OCs do you have by now? Probably want to know more about them!

Oh sweet jesus. So here we go. That's a question. By the way, my Hollow Knight blog is @hallowcactus

Mayflies:

Hex and Vox (The twins, very soft. Hex is baby and Vox is salty)

Mox and Lin (Parents to the twins. Deceased in every AU.)

Lex (Lovely maroon lady who can kick some serious ass. Actually boxes in Modern AU. Climbed her way into society’s elite in GNM out of SPITE. Mel is her husband.)

Mel (Meek architect man. Scrawny as hell. Loves his wife. Do what is morally best.. always.)

Elder Yuu (Head of the Mayfly tribe. Salty old crone. Hates outsiders. but she’s a decent person somewhere under those wrinkles.)

Dragonflies:

Daze (Asshole extraordinaire and my most active character. Honestly, a spicy boi who just has a habit of making others swoon.)

Maylin (Daze's mother; absolute sweetheart but hell hath no fury like May. Powerful shaman, has direct ties to the goddess Nanu. Is the Queen of the Serpentfire dragonflies.)

Daz (Daze's father; soft spoken man with a hellish temper. Big man. Heavily armor plated, has two sets of antennas. One on his brows and another on his snooter.)

Niles (cousin to Daze. Plays guitar. Is like the awkward little sibling. He’s like a bard with no real charisma. Emulates what Daze was like as a teenager because he thought Daze was cool; Daze cringes at that but loves Niles anyway because he’s baby.)

Daze's aunt and uncle to be named

Tika (random golden colored guard who I love)

Marie (White dragonfly who runs the temple dungeon in GNM)

Damselflies:

Ysmay (the massive scary bitch. Daze is actually terrified of her. For good reason. She doesn’t use weapons because she doesn’t need it.)

Mantises:

Vernon (Devil's flower mantis and the new Lord of the Garden mantis tribe)

Armen (Ghost mantis Angy old fart who somehow got a redemption arc and it's @inkbarista fault)

Neferis (original Traitor Lord)

Zeus (Another large mantis who took over for the Traitor Lord)

Greta (med student/midwife/anxious)

Nana (Elder mantis woman. Everyone’s grandma. Midwife. Medical professional for the tribe, makes herbal remedies, teas, and is an excellent cook. Beware, she will squish your cheeks. She’s Vinny’s favorite lol)

Naloo (one bad ass bitch)

Rolan (Sweet awkward boy)

Lotus (a petra who Vinny;s character impromptu adopted)

Almond (Just another baby with a need for mischief. Adopted with Lotus)

A dragon mantis I have no idea what to do with yet but I will figure it out.

Soul Santum:

Shanen (soul master)

Moths:

Minerva (Big buff atlas moth Bimbo that's like everyone's favorite character lol)

Olivia (Council lady who helps run the moth tribe in GNM)

Ivan (Actual dickwad. One of them infuriating folks but doesn't do anything bad enough to get into real trouble but sometimes you wish he would just to put him behind bars.)

Minerva's parents that I have not named yet. Very conservative, stuck in their ways, hoity toity rich folks with unbelievably high expectations.

Spiders:

Sirenne (Siren Orchid crab spider)

Heart, Spade, Clover, and Diamond (Take a wild guess what these little bastards do? Peacock jumping spiders. Cause trouble for Hornet and run a casino.)

Rex (A jumping spider with anxiety in Modern AU and a failed assassin jackass in GNM)

Centipedes:

Chu'mana (centipede centaur massive lady, is Angy will bite. Pride is a personality. I have trouble drawing her lol. Adopted from Inkbarista)

Vessels:

Vala (b... Big- carries a massive cleaver like the one Death Sword uses in Zelda Twilight Princess. Adopted from Inkbarista.)

Mora (Blueberry baby.)

Chimeras:

Mara (Mix between Hallow, Trill, and Hex. Is their sweet little girl who grows up with Wisp. @inkbarista

Lotan (Silk/Daze's kid in Modern Au and GNM. ANGY. Will bite. Bites everything. Kin has lost 7 pairs of glasses to this little monster. He's deceivingly adorable.)

Misc:

Nanu (Axolotl jesus. Massive goddess to the Serpentfire tribe of dragonflies, gave them and the damselflies their draconic traits. Eight eyes. Cryptic as hell because lets be real, she’s a goddess and that just how it be sometimes. Literally gifts her teeth to the tribe and worthy visitors to use as climbing tools and weapons.)

Void parasite

Fluke but it's a glow worm

Phantom/Phaalgun (pronounced Full-gahn. He's a Megastick. Massive stick bug. Eerily cryptic. Very scary. Works in dealing death.)

Egon (Colossal beetle who's a bitch, runs a crime ring in the City of Tears in GNM)

Mala (Grounds keeper for the Greenpath memorial in GNM)

A random ass butterfly I have no real information about other than knowing she’s anxiety incarnate and exists

Pia (Pleotomus firefly. French?? Done with everyone's shit.)

Val/Valentine. (Velvet Ant boy. Flamboyant to the fucking max, ain't afraid to shank a bitch.)

I THINK I GOT EVERYONE. I THINK. According to @abhainn-leth That’s 49 (updated!) 54 characters and I’m inclined to believe them because I do not feel like counting. If I missed any, I will be sure to add them later. I have artwork for like, a quarter of these characters lol. But if you wanna ask about specific ones, I’ll be happy to oblige with pictures if I have them and some more information lol.

#hollow knight #hk oc #cereusblue #Hallowcactus

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