#fatherlcss

[fightingwithkindness-blog]

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[selflessdoctor]

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Simon was usually tight lipped about things, he normally chat while he’s in doctor mode. But for some reason it was---- easy with Holly. Maybe because she wasn’t treating him like a pariah, or looking at him like he’d grown three heads.  As he scrubbed his hands, washing what little there was left to clean, he chuckled. “--- I suppose you wouldn’t, seeing how you didn’t much care for that prick on your finger the other day.” Taking a towel, he dries his hand only to see her sitting on the counter, offering some of her drink. “I’ve--- never had one of those before.” He spoke, not that it was bad, just he didn’t have time for milkshakes. Or whatever they’re called. “It’s yours, it would be rude of me.”

[degxnerate-blog]

           kaleb considers for a moment, eyes darting to the side before he smirked & leaned in again to trail his HOT tongue across her soft cheek once again. what an ass.

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[terrifiesthem]

can a ghost get you pregnant? askin 4 a friend

❛ don’t be RIDICULOUS. a ghost can’t get you pregnant. ❜ that was GOING to be the end of that, but – ❛ a DEAD BODY can, though. so, i dunno what FREAKY SHIT you’re into, but go have fun gettin’ pregnant, i guess. ❜

[mariasilenciosa-blog]

starter for @fatherlcss

Though he made all efforts to be as present as possible when on leave from duty, work still called to him in the form of some extensive household paperwork within his study. It was a late, lazy afternoon and he assumed his mother would’ve been fast into a nap by this point. As such, her sudden appearance at the threshold of his door caught him by surprise and he jumped a little. 

“Aún no soy un fantasma, Armando.” 

She scoffed, nudging open the door with her cane. 

“La chica que esperas está abajo. No sé por qué piensas que una gringa está en condiciones de cuidarme. ¿Se espera que hable inglés?”

Salazar sighed and rose from his chair to see to the newest member of the household staff. Before exiting the room he afforded his mother only the passing comfort and suggestion of,

“Calma, mamá.” 

He moved quickly downstairs and to the new arrival with a sense of firm urgency. He didn’t intend to treat her poorly despite the conditions of her joining them, but he did want to make it clear to her that her position was not to be taken for granted. 

“I will assume you have a preference for English,” he said, as close to a greeting as she was going to get. “I admit, I had my doubts about taking on someone of your background, but I think you will find you can acclimate. I am Capitán Armando Salazar and this is my estate. You will address me only as Señor or Capitán. My mother María Salazar will be known to you as Señora or Señora Salazar. My sister Catalina dwells here as well, she will be known to you as Señorita or Señorita Salazar. Do you follow so far?”   

[cockzoo-a]

father choke me with a rosary 👌🏻😫💦

[burlybrute-blog]

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           “ it sure is, now come here & let your bärchen give you the first part of your present. ” leaning in again, he closed his eyes & pressed his lips to hers gently, just in case she was going to push him away. holly was DIFFERENT than most girls, she never seemed too thrilled to celebrate specific holidays such as father’s day & her birthday. but gaston had remembered the year prior, before they were even a couple, that she wasn’t very excited to grow another year older. despite sensing there were other reasons, gaston still wanted to make the day SPECIAL for her. 

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[gladofwar-blog]

@fatherlcss​ | cont. from here

there is real fondness lurking in the back of his heart, he won’t deny that. but she’s so soft, so goddamn malleable. it’s liable to drive a man mad, but wednesday’s not just any man. 

holly grabs at his hands, and wednesday lets her- even going so far as to brush his thumbs across her knuckles in what he supposes is reassuring in some perverse way. 

“you’re a good girl,” he tells her, tuning his voice to the sad-nostalgic-old-man station. “don’t mind me. i’m just a silly old man with too many fancies and time trickling through his fingers too fast to stop.”

“you’re a good girl.” repeats it again, throwing in a weary smile for the hell of it.