#ramona and her father

[josephconrads]

Title: Ramona and Her Father

Author: Beverly Cleary

Rating: 3 out of 5

Review: Being an adult and reading this for the first time in years, it was interesting in how many similar experiences I had with Ramona’s father. I think that might be a mark of adulthood, relating more to the parents of the main character than the characters themselves. Still the focus was obviously going to be on Ramona and that focus brought some delight in quite unusual situations. It’s a fun read and having read quite a few of the series back to back, really starts to show Ramona’s emotional growth and understanding.

[slashthrashandcrash]

ghostface best dad. ghostface worst dad. <3

He's not all bad, sometimes he correctly remembers his daughter's age

[zvmz]

Something I can’t get off my mind…. eah Jedi au

[whoslaurapalmer]

I am still reading ramona, in fact I am, rereading ramona, bc the books are so enjoyable, and this part always gets me. it's so ramona it's so every small child it's so delightful. stabbing dots with her crayons. a perfect perfect perfect image and verb and writing

[ramonathinks]

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓…. — drabbles, blurbs, one shots all dedicated to my one and only [18+ only] and thank you to my bae, sexy lexi ( @sugugasm ) for making this 😚 artwork is by @/karla_drawanime on insta! no minors, blank accounts or ageless blogs

guide -> 🍨— drabbles | 🧁 — one shots | 🍧 — longer fics | 🪷 — fluff | 🍦 — angst | 🍰 — smut

𝓶𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼 — ahem, yall know how i feel about him 💔, yall know his death killed me several times over. so please don’t rush me on this, plus i am also in school and graduating this year so yeah✋🏾 but a lot of these are already started just not finished. some of the longerrr ones might be removed bc ramona is lazy @karla_drawanime

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꒰ 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓰𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 ꒱— “satoru, you’re way too pretty to be a boxer.” you know it and he knows it too, so why must he continue? | cw: sex, etc boxer gojo x reader (nurse in training) 🧁🍦🍰

꒰ 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓻꒱ — male model gojo x makeup artist reader; that’s it, that’s the plot. | cw: banter, make outs and handjobs. 🍨🍰

꒰ 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻꒱ — one night stand results in a baby and when a member of the gojo clan spots you, she kidnaps your daughter. now you need to call your baby’s father, who doesn’t know he has a child. | cw: one night stand, accidentally pregnancy, angsty 🧁🍦

꒰ 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴꒱ — you’re a professor and satoru gojo is your student, you definitely shouldn’t be fucking him. | prof!reader x camboy!gojo 🧁🍰

꒰ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 ꒱ — he’s a professional swimmer and you’re just a water girl | cw 🧁🍰

꒰ 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 & 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 ꒱— she’s broken a million hearts before and now he declares that he wants her to ruin his life as well 🧁

꒰ 𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓮꒱— after dating three girls at once, they decide to get revenge using a secret weapon: you 🧁🍰

꒰𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬꒱ — gojo uses magic to score a date with you. 🍨🪷

꒰𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭꒱ -- you talk to yuuji about gojo. | cw slight angst, jjk spoilers, coping, therapy 🍦🍨

꒰𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼꒱ — “satoru, quick question… why is tumblr downloaded on your phone?” or you find out your guy best friend writes fanfiction. | cw 🧁🍰

꒰𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶꒱ — when gojo finds out that some women doesn’t orgasm from sex, he goes on a conquest to ask the previous girls he fucked — only he gets no replies, until you. | cw 🧁🍰

꒰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓼꒱— gojo sees you tie a cherry knot with your tongue and dies a little inside. | cw making out 🍨

꒰𝔀𝓮𝓽꒱ — the fraternity is holding a wet tshirt contest, only it’s the guys who’s shirts are wet. | cw 🍨

꒰𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓴꒱ — gojo’s a popstar and you hate him, but now after meeting him you can finally see the appeal. | cw

꒰𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 ��𝓲𝓶𝓮 (ft. nanami)꒱ — yes, it’s true: two believed to be dead sorcerers faked their deaths to be with their favorite girl, who’s in malaysia. | cw 🧁🍰

꒰𝓶𝓻𝓼. 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓻꒱ — gojo is speeding and does what he does best to avoid messing up his perfect driving record. | cw oral 🍨🍰

꒰𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 ꒱-- after showing your friends a few text messages you received from an ai bot, you think they’d finally get off of your case of being the “lonely” friend but instead, they wish to meet him. and behold, he’s there in the flesh? 🍰🧁

꒰ 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 ꒱— dared to steal the boxers of the hottest guy on campus seems easy enough, until you find out it’s gojo satoru aka your brother’s best friend. | cw sex

꒰𝓰𝓸𝓭, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓾𝓽꒱ -- (rivals to lovers) You’re a hard worker, always have been. You don’t deserve to be paired with the slacker that is Satoru Gojo, who thinks his good looks fame and charm will get him everywhere in life. Paired together in Fashion&Design to create a catalog of the best designs for an extravagant event by the end of their semester, You and Gojo must put aside their petty differences and come together to not only pass the class with high marks but also to get an internship working with two of the top design companies, this of course means nothing to Gojo but everything to you, will you be able to work together with him despite his attitude and get underneath that wannabe slacker exterior to undercover that there’s more there than meets the eye? Or will Gojo leave her on her toes until the end of the semester by forcing her to take on more than she can chew? | cw rivals to lovers, sexual tension, banter, slight angst, harsh family dynamics, eventual sex, making out, kissing, etc. 🍰🍧

꒰𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂꒱ — awkward, that was the way you were always described. but now freshly 19 and with a body to die for, you’re excited to finally go to your family’s old beach house to unwind for break. until you find out your sister brought her two idiotic best friends. (reader is shoko's step-sister!) 🍰🍧

꒰𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱 2 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 ꒱ — you promise gojo if he wins this race, you'll finally let him fuck. | cw: tba🧁🍰

꒰𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻꒱ — she’s a mean girl, he’s a nerd… is there really more to say? [based off: “you wanna do it?” ��do what?” “fuck” tiktok audio] 🧁🍰

[awzominator]

Day 30!!! AAAAHHHH WE MADE IT!!!!!! THIS EVENT WAS SO FUN AND EVERYONE DID SO WELL!!!!! ❤️💜🧡💙

These designs were a Meet the Robinsons AU that I fumbled Bc I got overwhelmed w options fjsjjd Mikey was Goob (kinda?) and RaMona kids went back in time to hunt him down to make their fam whole again. It spirals Bc the hat (Doris) still exists and was invented by Donnie. She still wanted revenge on Donnie (and Leo and Raph) Bc they tried to “kill” her. Alas I got lost in the details and plot so I had to drop it 😔 anyways more info on the kids below

Jennika: Just as Raphael was his father’s son Jennika is her father’s daughter. Both the good and the not so good qualities jumbled together to make him go Gray as he had done for Splinter. I love seeing the analysis where ppl show Raph and Splinter were near copies of eachother and wanted to play on that with Jennika. The story will be diff obvi as Jennika won’t be a raphael clone that’d be boring. She has her own dreams and destiny which conflict w Raphael’s overprotective parenting and worry which went overdrive after Mikey’s disappearance.

Venus: imagine living in the shadow of someone ya never even met and ur constantly second guessing if ur acting in such a way in order to keep ur fam happy or if u r truly living as urself. Rip to Venus she is a ray of sunshine and optimism with a flair for rustling up good natured trouble which often invokes her loved ones to draw connections to Mikey. Venus is a people pleaser to a drastically toxic point where she’ll ignore all of her own issues and worth so long as her loved one(s) are doing ok. Shes learning magic from Shinigami and is killing it ✨

Y’thann: most likely to plan and win an all out war! He’s very analytical and quick thinker however he’s the most arrogant little shit you would ever meet. No one would ever believe you tho as he’s also an incredible lair and a momma’s boy. Often found hanging around Uncle Donnie’s lab learning and building tech and weapons. He prefers salamandrian stuff and loves training with his mother. He gets away with so much Jennika loathes him for it as she is constantly thrown under the bus for it.

Koya is their cool/insane older cousin. Sorry Koya fans she isn’t a mutant but she does have a pet falcon named Koya JR.

April/Donnie/Casey have a kid that Casey found and took home but never designed her rip

Leo has the highest honor of being AroAce w no children Bc he’s got a hoard of nieces and nephews to train and care for

Not the best description but that’s the jist my notes on this are all over the place as I slowly lost my mind and plot

[the-kr8tor]

Holiday requests??? Katy, you spoil us😩💕💕

Obviously, Hobie. But maybe something like the Hobart family getting ready for a holiday party. It can be a fancy one (just so they get goody bags, lol) or not. Everyone is ready to go and are waiting for R, only for you to come out looking drop-dead gorgeous and Hobie's suddenly all shy and weak kneed as if he just met you all over again🤭💕 I'm a sucker for lovesick father Hobie, what can I say🫣🤭

Take care of yourself, hun💕💕 And have a wonderful Holiday💕💕

Hehehe I love spoiling my lovelies!! Thank you for the request! I hope you have an amazing holiday too! 💕

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing and brief mention of makeup), Pregnancy talks, Dad AU, dad! Hobie, mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, twin AU, Fluff!

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“Where's mum?” Billie asks for the umpteenth time while Hobie has to fix the glittery bow on her hair for what is probably the tenth time tonight. “Is she wearin’ the earrings we got for her? Why is she takin’ so long?” Her big brown eyes look up at Hobie, cheeks puffed out cutely from being impatient.

“I think so, mac.” He smiles kindly at her. Hobie and the girls wait for you on the couch while blue’s clues play in the background. He rubs Billie's arm, feeling the rough glitter from her sleeve stick to his palm. “And she's still gettin' pretty, we have to be patient, yeah?”

“But she's already pretty.” Mona mumbles from her seat on the lone armchair that she refuses anyone else to sit on even her own twin. Her cheek is squished on the side of the armchair, fully laying down on the cushions as she's small enough to fit in it perfectly. Hobie can't think that one day she won't be able to lie down on it anymore. Her light blue dress shimmers in the warm light of the telly, yawning as she watches her favourite show.

“You're right, she is, cheese.”

“Then why is she takin’ so long!” Billie groans, head tilting back until she hits the sofa cushion. “‘m hungry!”

“Be patient, bee, remember what Mr. Salt said?” Mona stares at her sister, she reminds Hobie of the same look you give him whenever he comes home injured.

Billie sighs, “a patient Paprika is a good Paprika.”

“That's not—” Mona giggles, sitting up and putting her arms on the armrest like a little mob boss. “That’s close, I guess.”

“Maybe Mr. Salt should parent you both instead.” Hobie jokes, making both girls laugh above the sound of Steve singing, ‘we just got a letter.’

“Dad, Mr. Salt is a cartoon! He can't do that!” Billie playfully slaps his well dressed stomach. Even Hobie decided to dress up, lest the host kicks him out of the party.

“Well, maybe Mona should do the parentin’ hm?” He squeezes Billie, hand gesturing for Mona to join in on the cuddle.

“That's silly! I'm six, daddy!” She giggles before slowly making her way down the armchair that you loved so much that you had to bring it to the new house when you and Hobie moved from the houseboat. Mona's little legs dangle before she lands safely on the ground. Scampering towards Hobie with a grin and curly hair bouncing as she moves.

Hobie watches her proudly, his chest already aches from nostalgia back when she could barely reach the floor whenever she sits on the same chair. Ramona cuddles on his other side, chubby cheeks nudging his side as he puts his arm around her.

“Do me a favour, gremlins, stay six for a bit more, yeah?”

“Okay!” Billie agrees, “I don't know what that means, daddy, but okay!”

Hobie chuckles, pressing a loving kiss atop her head even though he had to push away the big ribbon on her hair before pecking her.

“How ‘bout you, Mona?” He whispers towards her, eyes glimmering in the firelight from his sudden heavy emotion. They're growing up too fast.

“Will it make you and mum happy?” She looks up at him, head tilting to the side.

Hibie inhales, then kisses the crown of her head. “Yeah, love.”

“Then okay! I'll do that.” She earns another squeeze.

“Trying to stop their growth again, Hobs?” Your voice suddenly appears from behind, eyes hazy from unshed tears.

Hobie looks over his shoulder, while the twins had to stand up from their seats just to take a look at you. Their gasps make you smile.

“How do I look?” You bashfully show off your outfit that's mirroring both the girls' dresses. There's glitter on your eyelids, but the way your family beams at you shines brighter than any glitter.

“Like a princess!” Billie immediately climbs up on the back of the couch, knowing full well that her dad will catch her by holding onto the back of her dress. Hobie slowly drops her on the floor, lower back aching from the awkward folded position. Her tiny feet bound towards you, the frills on her socks bounce up and down as you catch her leap into your arms. “So pretty!” She oohs and ahhs at your makeup.

“You're wearing the earrings!” Mona shrieks, following what her twin just did by jumping over the sofa with Hobie working overtime in catching both of his girls.

“Careful!” You giggle as you catch her in your other arm. Kneeling down, your dress pools around you, while the girls admire the snow globe earrings they got for you. “The earrings help tie the look together, no?” They happily play with the miniature earrings on each of your ears.

“Maybe we can get your ears pierced just like dad and mom on your birthday!” They gasp on your lap, followed by excited high pitched shrieking. “What do you think, dad?” Hobie's been uncharacteristically quiet. When you look up at him, he's practically throwing heart shapes at you by how he stares at you lovingly. “Hobs? Cat got your tongue?”

Hobie's resting his chin atop the sofa with a lopsided smile on his lips, eyes aglow while the fireplace bathes him in light. In truth, he's still sitting down because he feels that if he stood up he'd drop dead on the floor, life taken by the most beautiful scene in front of him. His heart does somersaults with every breath he takes, he has seen you all dressed up before, and everytime you do, it warrants the same reaction from him. He thinks you're drop dead gorgeous even in your sweats while doing laundry with him, or when you're sweating up a storm while you run after Billie and Mona. He can't kid himself, you've always been gorgeous inside and out.

“You okay, Hobie?” You suddenly worry when he's still awestruck and frozen on the spot. Standing back up on your feet, you hold the girls’ hands while they look at their dad, snickering amongst themselves. They might be young, but they're no stranger to their dad's lovestruck gaze. “Can you two be an angel and put on your shoes and coats by yourselves?” Squeezing their hands, they grin at you, nodding wildly. You squeeze their hands, “okay, wait for mom and dad by the door?”

“Yep!” They're already running off, probably excited about uncle James' exclusive fancy party.

You make your way towards Hobie, who's still glued on the back of the couch as he follows you with his soft eyes. “You good? Or do you need to be resuscitated?”

His palms are incredibly sweaty, as if he's back in his high school days when he was still pining after you, his best friend. “I heard mouth to mouth works best.”

Chuckling, you reach over to the back of his neck to massage him. The back of the sofa acts as a wall between you and Hobie, but that won't stop the two of you. He answers back with his own affection, pulling you closer with his palm splayed over the small of your back, hugging you in a way whilst he nuzzles your stomach with his nose.

“I got you good didn't I?” You whisper to him, “I used the perfume you got me, what do you think?”

He sniffs, looking up at you with the gentlest eyes. “Heavenly. Is what I would say if the girls were in the room but they're not so…” his fingers pinch your waist. “...You look bloody fit, love, smell like it too. Enough for me to pounce on you.”

You laugh, the sound reverberating down to your stomach. He finds it contagious, mirroring your grin as you cup both his cheeks fondly, feeling how warm his cheeks have been. “You don't look too bad yourself Mr. Brown.” You unabashedly ogle him, finding how the vest perfectly cinces his waist, and how the first two buttons from his dress shirt has your heart pounding. “And that's exactly how we got baby number three right now.” Your whispered words have him giddy, teeth biting down on his lip to tamp down another giggle.

“I almost told them, this is torture, lovie. I can't keep lyin’ to my girls.” Hobie holds you close, knuckles rubbing gently against your stomach. You're not showing just yet, but you can already feel the bundle growing with every week that passes.

“After the holidays, I promise. I just want them to enjoy it before Hobie Jr comes along.” Leaning down, you press a chaste kiss on his smile; but it's affectionate enough to have him sighing and chasing your lips for more. Moving away, your eyes open to Hobie's besotted gaze. “Thank you for being patient.” He hums, perfectly content in your arms. You wipe away a stray glitter clinging on the tip of his nose. “You still got a surprise present from me to open later by the way.” You coyly say.

“I’ve already got the best present right here.” With a smile, he gently pulls you down for another kiss.

[livefromthedas]

I have a slew of headcanons for these idiots, but one has me pondering a little deeper today.

I frequently joke that if these two don’t wind up with half a dozen kids, I’d be shocked. So, what the hell. Let’s explore that idea.

I suspect that up to the point of bringing kids into the situation, Rook and Caterina at least had an amicable relationship - Rook helped defeat gods, save Treviso, and continues to help her grandson heal after some deeply fucked up trauma. Caterina, however, is incredibly used to having full control over her family - Rook puts a massive wrench in that gear.

Rook has no problem with their kids joining their father’s house as assassins - She knew what she was getting into getting with Lucanis to begin with. The problem comes with her demand that those children be able to choose whether or not they want to go down that path. Caterina would insist that they should all be a part of the family business - Rook would absolutely go down in flames fighting for those kids’ autonomy. Thankfully, Lucanis sides with Rook. He knows this life is not for everyone more than anybody.

While they do wind up having 6 kids, only 5 make it to adulthood. 3 of them become Crows. In order of age:

Valencio (Becomes a Crow, and a damn good one. Will succeed his father eventually.)

Elian (Deceased, Age 4)

Verana (Becomes a Crow. Mage like her mother.)

Santino (Becomes an alchemist. Specializes in poisons. Does not become a crow, but his work is heavily taken advantage of by House Dellamorte)

Xavier (Becomes a Crow, but is somewhat calamitously bad at it. Very fortunate his family is good at keeping him alive.)

Ramona (Frequently ill from very young. Winds up going into the arts)

Their second born, Elian, dies horribly at age 4, in an attempted war of succession from another house, after consuming a poison meant for Rook. The plan had been to off the wife, and pick off the kids (at the time, they have 3) until House Dellamorte forks over its seat as First Talon.

This goes very poorly for the rival house. Lucanis, with Rook at his side, takes out the warring house’s Talon, his wife, their eldest son, and all four of his Mistresses. All are strewn up in a public square in Treviso, left for the community to find upon daylight, in a very clear message that House Dellamorte is not to be fucked with. The house responsible for the coup attempt is dissolved and its assassins scatter to other houses. House Dellamorte actually goes out of its way to take in the three young children of the slain Talon, to assure they are properly looked after. These children become Fledglings for the Crows.

[fabuloustrash05]

Next to being loyal, what kind personality would Frida have? In your point of view.

For a second, I thought you meant my TMNT 2012 RaMona baby OC Frida Hamato, but then I remembered that Rottmnt also has a Frida 😂💀

For Rise Frida’s personality, much like her brother who inherited their fathers traits and personality, I’d like to imagine she inherited the women of Splinter’s family personality and certain traits, like Karai or Splinter’s mother.

So I imagine Frida would be stern and responsible with her duties but also be very tender and caring to her loved ones especially when she starts to warm up more to her family. She’d be very blunt with her thoughts and opinions, and much like Karai to have a strong sense of justice and fight till the very end.

[yumeaoka-chan]

I'm Here For You Still

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Demon! Hobie x Angel! Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Cuddles, kisses, fluff, nephalem! children, Billie & Ramona, no physical description of reader, reader is AFAB, just real cute stuff, title based off song Sleep Well by d4vd

Summary: You and Hobie have made a life together, between the Heaven and the Hells.

A/N: Credits for the lovely banners go to @the-shroom-garden !!! Third piece for Octobie @the-kr8tor , let's go!!! Bille, Ramona, and the third child belong to Katy! I just came up with the son's name for this💕 This can kinda also be considered a prequel to the next fic I'll be posting soon, so🫣🤭

Part 1 >>> Part 2

Sunlight bathes your home in a soft glow, trees rustling in the slight breeze and giving you shade. The scent of flowers fills your nose as you sit down on the grassy field. Arms are wrapped around your waist and a head rests on your shoulder. You smile softly as you lean back into Hobie's embrace, his locs tickling your cheeks. The sounds of children laughing can be heard and you look up to see your twin daughters flying circles around one another.

“Bee! Not so fast!”

“Gotta be faster than that, Mon mon!” With a chuckle, you watch as Ramona flies after her sister, wings flapping behind her and dark brown feathers fluttering in the air. Billie giggles as she flies higher up, looping and twisting in the air, eyes glittering as the sun kisses her cheeks. The toddler in your arms squirms, little black wings lightly fluttering as he tries to join his sisters. Shaking your head and pressing a kiss to your little one's cheek, you place him down onto the ground. He stumbles on his little legs, barely hovering off the ground as he babbles with a big smile on his chubby face. Seeing their little brother make grabby hands at them, Mona descends down to him and cups his cheeks, the ten year old cooing at the toddler.

“Mum, can Den den play with us? Please?” She begs you with big, pleading puppy dog eyes as she picks up Aiden who's now trying to pull at the feathers of her wings. It makes you raise an eyebrow and before you can say a word, her twin lands right beside her. Billie, now peering up at you with puppy dog eyes as well, pouts and folds her hands in front of her in a pleading manner. Hobie cracks open an eye to look at the scene before him before chuckling softly. With a huff, you shake your head and fold your arms.

“Come now, girls. You know your brother is too young to fly by himself right now.”

“But he won't be! We’ll be there, Mona and me!” Billie is the one to speak up, cheeky smile already playing on her lips. She really looks too much like her father when she does that. Mona nods her head in agreement, eagerness shining in her eyes. It makes you sigh, your resolve faltering as you look at your girls.

“As much as I trust you, my darlings, I'm just not comfortable with Aiden flying yet.” You say with a look in your eyes, signaling that your decision is final. The twins pout and let out defeated sighs as they cling to their baby brother, the toddler whining at being smothered. You feel lips press against your ear then, the softest of kisses. Hobie's rich voice whispers into your ear, deep and warm with sleep.

“Look at ‘em, lovie. Let Chaos and Mayhem have some fun, yeah?” You turn your head to glare at him over your shoulder, only for your heart to flutter at the dreamy look in his golden eyes. They're like liquid pools of warmth, sweetly gazing at you as though you hung up the very stars. Your breath hitches and you try to remember what you were about to say before. Gentle smile on his face, he presses a featherlight kiss to your lips, one of his hands leaving your waist in order to softly grip your chin. You can feel yourself melting, ready to give in to his every word as he pulls away to press another kiss on your forehead. Letting out a hum, you lean back enough so that you can give him a sweet smile.

“It'll take more than a kiss to make me say yes, Hobie”, you whisper softly before removing yourself from him entirely. He clicks his tongue as you move to stand up before his hand shoots up to gently bracelet your wrist. With one quick tug, he pulls you back down into his awaiting arms, holding you close as you fall down into his lap. You let out a small oof as you land on him and yelp as he suddenly rolls over until you're trapped beneath him. His arms cage you as you lay on the grass and you let out a huff, leveling him with an irritated frown and narrowing your eyes at the smirk on his face. His dumb, stupid, ethereal face. The beads in his hair sparkle in the sun like the finest of jewels, his piercings glinting in the light. Chuckling, Hobie bends down to kiss the frown off your lips, making your glare falter.

“Is that right, love? Wha’ will it take for you to let Mac and cheese have fun with the little terror? Hm? My pretty angel”, he mumbles softly against your lips, making every thought in your mind short circuit. His voice is breathy and deep and like the smoothest of chocolates, and damn him for making you turn into a puddle so easily. You can feel his fingers gently scratching at your scalp with his sharp nails and his hand warm on your waist. Thumb rubbing tender circles on your side, he trails his kisses along your jaw and cheek, lips pressing on your skin like the softest of silk. Hobie leaving one kiss on your neck is all it takes for you to drown in him, your eyes peering up at him dreamily. Lifting a hand, you place it against his cheek and smile as he nuzzles his face into your palm.

“One of these days, I'll stop giving in to you so easily.” He grins and pecks your lips again.

“So they can play, is what I'm hearin’?” Rolling your eyes, you can't help the smile that flits across your lips as you press your hand against his face, practically mushing him. You can't take seeing how he looks at you with utter adoration and pure devotion. Your poor heart can't take it, even after all these years.

“Yes, yes. They can go chase each other up a tree.”

“Hear that, monsters? Mum says we can play!” Hobie shouts loudly as he moves off of you and your eyebrows shoot up as you whip your head around. Your children are long gone from the spot you had last seen them cuddled up at, Billie and Ramona smiling giddily as they each hold their brother's hands, flying high up in the air. Mouth dropping open and nerves spiking, you scramble onto your feet, only for Hobie to zip by you in a blur. Loud whoops leave him as he joins his children, large black cambion wings flapping behind him. You let out a sigh in exasperation as you watch him chase his daughters around, Billie squealing as she gets pulled into a headlock by him. Mona giggles as she holds Aiden in her arms, watching as her sister and father playfully wrestle.

“Oh, what the hell”, you say with a sigh before grinning and flying up into the air, large white wings shining even brighter under the sun. You join in on the fun, yanking Mona close and tickling her as she begs for mercy, high-pitched squeals of laughter leaving her lips. Aiden giggles and screams as he circles around your head. Times like these are precious, and though you know it won't last forever, you plan to hold them dear and to make every moment count. In the home you and Hobie have built together.

[enchanteriv]

Rose of Tartosa. Teresa 🌹

Daughter of a well-known real estate and resorts owner in Tartosa. The marriage of her father Valentino and her mother Ramona was sparked by the passion of their youth, but it burned out as quickly as it started.

Nevertheless, Valentino did his best to ensure that Teresa did not need anything. He often disappeared from their lives, but always returned. Eventually, he settled down in his hometown and became a business partner with his daughter and tried to become a true father.

Ramona, meanwhile, remarried and has a large family. She is not at all interested in her ex-husband's business and wants something else for Teresa, she believes that her father is a bad influence on her with his love for a wild lifestyle and endless parties, but she cannot forbid them to do business with Valentino. Especially since Teresa has made it clear that she likes what she does.

Tess is very demanding and picky in both her business and personal life. Sometimes it bothers her, but she takes things in her life seriously. One day, an old friend of her family affectionately called her the Rose of Tartosa, and this nickname has haunted her ever since.

[paper-sunflower-lane]

EAH AU: RedWolf Angst Edition

I don't know if it's just me but as much as I love Red Riding Hood and Badwolf together living happily ever after with their two daughters I need angst.

So I started thinking about how much more heartbreaking it would be if Cerise didn't know that Badwolf was her Dad and that Ramona didn't know that Red was her mom because they had separated for safety.

Red wasn't allowed to tell Cerise about her father or her sister again for safety reasons and fear that if she said who Cerise's father was out loud someone might hear and take Cerise and Ramona away, with Badwolf being the same way.

And now with Cerise in Ever After High Badwolf sees her every single day, he sees how much she's grown and how he missed everything. And he wants so badly to go and talk to her, to embrace her, to just stand in front of her and really see her if only for a few seconds. He can't though, he knows he can't, because that would put them all in danger.

Red on the other hand doesn't get that torture/privilege she doesn't see Ramona until way down the line and it's only for a brief moment. It's only for a few seconds while running around town does she sees her oldest daughter, and she wants to run to her and hold her close like she had once done so long ago; then she blinks and she's lost in the crowd.

And in this world, Cerise doesn't really have any outer wolf traits, but she does have inner wolf traits speed, strength, agility, the need to be in the woods at all times, to rough-house, to bare her teeth when a threat shows its head. She doesn't know why she does these things, no one else does these things, and she doesn't know why there's this empty feeling in her chest whenever she hears a wolf howling at night.

Then there's Ramona who has no clue why she feels so hollow even if she's around her Dad and the rest of their pack. She doesn't understand why when she sees flashes of red she feels a sort of nostalgic longing and sometimes a little teary-eyed. She doesn't know why she feels like she's missing an important half of herself that she can't fill no matter how hard she tries. She's not alone, she knows she's not alone, Ramona is almost never alone, why does she feel like she is?

Don't even get me started on how Red and Badwolf long for one another, how they both stay awake at night wishing that the other was with them, wishing for one more night or one more morning just anything other than longing glances.

I know this is a messy rant, but I've been thinking about this for like two days and I really needed to get it out.

[cerises-hood]

my dexter charming headcanons

as requested by @aniovandoblog :)

some of these might be/probably are canon! i’m just listing everything that MY version of dexter charming is.

pronouns are he/they

transmasc

questioning his sexuality

can’t help but feel like he’s living in his siblings’ shadows

very much in love with raven (i’m currently torn with my raven ships so idk if they’re dating…)

huge video game nerd (loves minecraft and hates fortnite because daring always beats him; plays animal crossing with raven and pokémon with maddie)

dreads legacy day and his destiny since he really doesn’t know what it is

received top surgery from raven and her magic

best friends with maddie

loves male manipulator music (radiohead, the smiths, etc.) but SWEARS HES NOT ONE

autistic

slouches

tom and jerry-esque relationship with humphrey

quintessential middle child

forgetful

aquarius sun, cancer moon, cancer rising

infp

really superstitious

lowkey afraid of ramona because she used to bully him in middle school

daring was the first person he came out to

used to own a surreal meme page on instagram

has better style than daring

his favorite topic to read about is monsters (he’s especially intrigued by vampires)

is afraid of the woods, raven shows him how to not be scared

his favorite color is actually sage green, despite the amount of blue he wears

REALLY wants to get blue streaks in his hair but he’s worried about how people will react (darling wants him to just do it)

has thick curly hair

really pasty complexion, and he blushes, his entire face turns fire engine red

used to be afraid of his father but isn’t anymore; he talks back and defends himself, his siblings, and his friends (especially raven)

link to my pinterest board for dexter:

i’d love to hear your hcs for dexter too! :)

[hyperfix-wip]

Webbed Together

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Author's Note: Credit goes to @the-kr8tor for their original characters Ramona and Billie as well as their recurring character Ned. I'd also like to credit ❄️ anon from @the-kr8tor 's blog for their idea of Pom-Pom the rabbit!

Tags: Parent Trap!AU, Dad!Hobie AU, Twin!AU, Billie and Ramona!AU, Older!Hobie, Mom!Reader, Older!Reader

Chapter 2: Billie

<<< Chapter 1 Chapter 3>>>

The moment Billie steps foot into the bustling Camp Feast in her father’s lucky red vest, she knows she’s right at home.

Dark eager eyes roam around the campgrounds, lighting up at the sight of kids around her age running around with their own luggage and instruments. The clashing of different sounds send shivers down her spine while her lips curl up into a cat-like grin. With her fingers fidgeting with the Union Jack patch on the vest, itching to take out and play her violin, Billie sets her small leather case down on the hood of the car, the metal edges of the case clanking against the metal, before her thumbs unlatch the bronze hinges on the sides.

“Oi, Billie!”

A deep British timbre of a voice breaks Billie out of her reverie as her uncle Ned pops his head out from the side of the open trunk, his pierced eyebrow raised in feigned annoyance while he lugs out a large suitcase. “Be careful, yeah? This car’s a rental, damn it.”

Billie rolls her eyes in amusement as she innocently grins back at him. “Oh c’mon, Uncle Ned,” she chirps with her own British accent breaking through the background noise as she pulls her violin out of the case, “you’re not the one paying for it. Dad said to relax and let him take care of–”

“Silly Billie, I love you, but I refuse to take what your dad says at face value,” Ned snorts while he sets Billie’s suitcase down on the ground before slamming the trunk shut. “Besides I’m the one who handles the expenses for the band, not your dad, so I do haveto worry.”

Billie’s bottom lip juts out into a small pout, making Ned snort before walking over to her and ruffling her hair. “Oh c’mon, put that away. You’re a big girl now, yeah? You’re already ten—“

“Eleven!” Billie huffs out with an annoyed glare, “I just turned eleven, Uncle Ned—“

“Yes, yes, you’re eleven,” Ned snickers again with a teasing glint in his eye, ruffling her wild curls some more. “You’re already growing up so fast, you little beanstalk.”

Billie huffs out again as she swats Ned’s hand away, but he only laughs it off before pulling her into a hug.

“You really are growing up so fast, mac…”

Billie’s face drops as Ned’s voice trails off into a sentimental hush before she wraps her arms around his waist with a soft sniffle.

“…I’ll make sure to write,” Billie mumbles into Ned’s shirt, earning another quiet snort from Ned.

“Hm, that’d be nice,” he replies with a teasing huff. “You already have the address for the airbnb?”

“Yeah.”

“And your stamps?”

“Yeah.”

“And your notebook and envelopes?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“And your pencils and rubbers—“

“Uncle Ned.”

Ned chuckles again as Billie looks up at him with a deadpan before rocking her back and forth in his arms. “Alright, alright. When your camp thing is over, either your Aunt Yuri or Uncle James’ll pick you up, okay? Your dad and I’ll hafta deal with the venue before our concert in New York at the end of the summer.”

Billie nods along as she looks up at Ned with a broad smile. “And I’ll be backstage this time, right?”

“Of course, little beanstalk,” Ned ruffles her hair one more time before gently pulling away. “Now go on, get your stuff put away before I change my mind and drag you back into the car.”

Billie’s eyes widen at his faux-threat before quickly grabbing her open violin case, eliciting a squawk from Ned as the metal edges nearly scratch the rental car, and her suitcase before she runs off towards the crowd of kids and counselors. “Bye, Uncle Ned!”

“You damn brat!” Ned huffs out while he watches Billie stumble and waddle away with her luggage.  Despite the annoyed rumble in his voice and the narrowing of his eyes, a tender smile curls up on his lips as she slowly disappears into the crowd before he reluctantly walks around and heads back into the car.

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A loud grunt forces its way out of Billie’s mouth as she tosses her suitcase on top of her assigned bunk, her violin on top of her pillow. She puffs a breath to blow a loose curl out of her face before it flutters back down, resulting in her face scrunching up and her pushing her curls away with an annoyed pout. Her eyes warily glance down at her suitcase, with its latches barely clutching each other and holding in the contents bulging within. With her head turned away and with only one eye cracked open, her thumbs inch closer to the bottoms of the silver clasps in slight apprehension. As soon as her thumbs gently push the latches up, her suitcase instantly erupts into an explosion of clothes and trinkets flying around her.

“Oh bloody hell!”

Billie groans at the mess before she kneels down to grab her things, oblivious to the sound of door hinges squeaking behind her as she tosses her belongings on her bunk. Crawling on the hardwood floor with her hair fluttering down over her scrunched up face, she continues to mutter more expletives under her breath before a pair of off-white sneakers peek through her curtain of curls and enter her line of vision. Her head snaps up as she pushes her hair out of her face again, revealing a bespectacled girl with confused amusement behind her thick frames.

“Uh…is this yours?”

The girl holds out an old stuffed white rabbit to Billie. The plush animal has a pink stitched nose on its protruding muzzle, as well as a missing button eye and mismatched patches scattered across its body. Billie’s eyes light up before she grabs the toy from the girl.

“Pom-Pom!”

Billie hugs the stuffed bunny against her chest before she looks up at her newly-decided friend. “Thanks by the way,” she laughs before pushing herself up from the floor, her height almost towering over the short girl by a few inches as she holds her hand out with a cat-like grin. “Billie Jean Brown, nice ta meetcha. But you can call me Billie.”

The girl lets out a small laugh of her own as she pushes her glasses up before grabbing Billie’s hand with a shake. “I’m Annie.”

Billie’s smile grows even more as Annie puts her duffle bag and a small skinny case down on the bed next to Billie’s bunk. Annie then flops down onto the mattress with an ‘oof’ before she unzips her duffle bag.

“So you’re, like, from England, right?” Annie casually asks while carefully pulling out some pictures and other trinkets. “Do you live next to the Royal Family or have you seen them? Do you guys really drink a lot of tea and have those fancy tea parties over there?”

A snort slips through Billie’s nostrils before she barks out a hearty laugh, flopping down on her own bedding as she hugs Pom-Pom against her chest. She pushes her curls out of her face again, revealing small glints of silver lining along her ears.“I mean, yeah, I live in London, but not near Buckingham Palace. More up north if anything, further into Camden.”

Billie then leans back and gestures to her outfit with a flick of her wrists- her dad’s red leather vest, lined with silver studs and countless colorful pins, over an old punk band shirt tailored to her size, denim jeans with handmade patches over her knees, and scuffed converses. “And do I really look like I go to fancy tea times?”

Annie rolls her eyes with a cheeky smile before she props her hands behind her, the metal springs in her bed quietly groaning under the weight. “But you do drinktea?”

“...yeah.”

A snicker slips through Annie’s lips before she pushes herself off her bed and holds her hand out to Billie. “Well either way, you’re definitely not in London anymore, but I’m pretty sure you’ll like it here.”

A mischievous smirk curls up on Billie’s lips before she grabs Annie’s hand, setting her Pom-Pom down on her bed before following Annie out of the cabin.

“By the way, Annie, you know how to play poker?”

Annie laughs a little more as she shakes her head, and Billie lets out a feigned disappointed sigh.

“What a shame,” Billie shrugs before her smirk curls up more. “Off topic, but how much money did you bring for this trip?”

The cabin door then slams shut while Billie continues to lure her new friend-turned- potential victim into a sense of security.

[rotomartsblog]

Stories I want to base Ever After High OCs off (an ever growing list)

Hans My Hedgehog (One of my favourite ‘obscure’ fairytales. Already decided her name would be Hannah M. Hedgehog. To fit the design aesthetic of eah she wouldn’t literally have the upper body of a hedgehog and the lower body of a human, she’d be more of a hybrid. She’s a rebel because she rejects her destiny of becoming fully human at the end of the story and embraces her hedgehog side.)

Boy Who Cried Wolf (See my last reblog. Lies a lot but because of their destiny no one tends to believe them anyways. Also accidentally right a lot. Not lying maliciously just doing it for shits and giggles)

The Frog Princess (Because I think it’d be funny for there to be two royals who turn into frogs but are completely unrelated to each other. Also there’s so many variants of this story from region to region that it’d be fun to write this girl)

Speaking of, The Frog Prince (Specifically the daughter of the princess from the tale and the son of the prince’s gayass servant. Princess Girl does not want to be Hopper’s princess but is slightly willing to enact the version where she gets to throw Frog Hopper at a wall instead of kissing him. Dislikes frogs a bit but plays it up as a seething hatred to scare Hopper. Kind of a bitch if you couldn’t tell. Sporty girl. The servant boy is 100% in love with Hopper, like father-like son, and has the iron bands around his heart. Maybe he could be Hopper’s real true love :x)

Pinocchio (Daughters of The Coachman and Mangiafuoco, and niece of Lampwick. The Coachman’s daughter has a pet donkey that everyone thinks is a turned boy, but nope it’s just a regular donkey. She’s a rebel because she doesn’t want to go down the route of her father. Mangiafuoco’s daughter is scary and off-putting, but actually a genuinely nice girl. Would love to perform onstage but she has stage fright and is just so shy in general, so she resorts to puppet theatre instead. Always uses a hand puppet to talk through. Lampwick’s niece is a rebel because she’d rather not turn into a donkey thank you very much. Low-key resented Cedar up until Legacy Day because she believed if Cedar didn’t exist she wouldn’t need to turn into a donkey. Now they’re on better terms since Cedar decided she’d become human in her own way)

The Wolf and the Seven Young Goats (Youngest son of the youngest goat. Really I just like people with goat features. He’d feel tense around Ramona, even though he’s pretty sure she’s probably not the wolf from his story)

Puss In Boats (Daughter of Puss In Boots. Would probably be able to transform between an animal and human form like Bunny Blanc. Doesn’t really align herself with Royal or Rebel, but has slipped into thoughts like ‘if I can make someone else royalty, why can’t I make myself royalty?’)

The Prince and The Pauper (It’s not a fairytale but the books included King Lear’s daughter so I feel like I’m free to do this. I just think designing two boys that look identical would be fun)

Mwindo (One of my favourite tales because of how entertainingly OP Mwindo is. I imagine that his son would be equally as OP and like half of the student population is scared of him. But that fear often gets subsided because he’s not that keen on using his powers like his dad was)

Commedia dell’arte (Not a story but kids based on the stock characters could be fun. They probably wouldn’t attend Ever After High since they wouldn’t have actual destinies, they’d attend another high school. I had the idea of Cedar doubling as the Burattino stock character, and it developed into all the stock characters being based on different dolls/toys, ie Pierrot being a rag doll, Pulcinella being a wind-up toy, etc. Really I just want Cedar to have people who could understand her whole ‘Am I even real’ situation better, is that too much to ask?!)

Two miscellaneous additions that don’t actually align to specific stories; a Warrior Girl and a Forest Witch. (The Warrior Girl is the daughter of a warrior tribe leader. My idea for her story is that it’s an ancient epic that is so old it has lost its exact name, having been repeated so many times. Also, her reason for following her destiny is less ‘we have to or we all disappear’ and more ‘I have to so I can prove myself worthy’. Her warrior kingdom’s society is very different from Ever After’s society, which she learnt the hard way. She feels awkward hanging out with the other girls because of cultural differences, and she doesn’t like hanging out with boys because they tend to underestimate her. She was only supposed to attend for Legacy year so that she could sign the Book of Legends because Milton Grimm would not stop bugging her father about it, but she decided to stay after the shit show that happened on Legacy day. I didn’t base the Forest Witch of a specific fairy tale because goddamn it there are too many witches living in the forests in these tales for me to choose just one. In universe she probably has a specific destiny, or a few, I just haven’t chosen it yet. Very closed off from others. Actually lives in the Enchanted Forest with her mother. She also likes archery but how much of her skill is genuine and is magic is up to debate)

The Devil (He appears in a lot of fairytales. The OC is a girl who is clearly the daughter of the devil, but it’s never said so no one actually knows it. Every time someone asks about her destiny she’s like ‘it’s nothing important don’t worry about it :)’)

[the-kr8tor]

Ok I loveee dad hobie, and hear me out. Since the twins admire hobie so much. I want to request hobie finding the twins wearing his clothes after a long day of crime fighting

Thank You!!!

Yayy billie and mona request!! Thank you muah 😘❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin AU, CW food mentions, FLUFF.

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Hobie comes home to the most adorable sight. Billie cuddles close to you on the couch, her chubby cheek squished atop your chest, nose scrunched up that's oh so similar to the face you make when you're annoyed. Your arms are around both girls, the light from the telly lighting up his girls' faces. Ramona has her thumb in her mouth, baby teeth peeking out, eyes wide at the screen playing what he presumes as cartoons based on the sounds. But what melts the fatigue off his bones is what his girls are wearing.

Billie wears her dad's black and red jumper, the sleeves are too long for her, adding to the cuteness of it all. The shaggy jumper is so big on her that it looks like a dress, a very Hobie-like dress, a dress that he remembers you getting him for his birthday.

His heart melts further when he flicks his eyes over to his other girl, Mona is wearing Hobie's old band shirt. It's a regular black shirt with the fading print that looks well worn by both you and him. The sleeves are too long on Mona's, making it look like a long sleeved dress on her toddler body. It's the same shirt that he and Ned spent all night designing and silk printing for everyone in the band, and that includes you, his number one fan.

You who's currently wearing his checkered pajamas, you wear it well. Eyes roaming to your top, he recognizes it as his old favourite. He guesses his little family misses him a lot by how you also wear one of his jumpers. With Hobie just staring at it brings him nostalgia, back when you and him were still pining for each other, back when all the tentative touches were full of hidden affection. Back when he thought the scene in front of him is just a dream that his lovesick mind concocted.

The room smells like buttered popcorn, the evidence of it is left on the coffee table. The girls' sippy cups lay next to it half empty, your own mug still steaming, letting out puffs of chocolate scented air. He guesses you forgot to drink your drink again, too occupied with Billie and Mona's needs.

Before he could cross the space to get to where his girls are huddled together on the settee, you call his name softly, equally tired eyes staring at him with deep rooted fondness that has his knees weak and palms sweaty. Hobie feels like he's back in time, where he's the one wearing the loose jumper you're currently wearing.

“Hi, handsome.” Your soft smile brings him back to the present. His girls perk up, finally noticing their dad standing like a stick figure next to the window. Eyes roaming his form, you check for injuries. You can finally breathe when you spot none. “Come join us—?”

“Daddy!” The twins scream excitedly at the same time. They both wiggle out of your hold, tiny feet running across to embrace his legs. One leg each per girl.

“How was the music?” Mona asks in her three year old vocabulary. The girls still haven't realized that their father is Spider-Man, it's not their fault when you and Hobie omitted to tell them until they can understand it. “Fun?”

“Uncle Neddy?” Billie tugs Hobie's vest, big brown eyes staring with anticipation.

“Uncle Ned went home already, bub, sorry.” He uses both hands to pat each girl on their heads.

Billie frowns slightly, but her mood is quickly changed when Hobie reaches for his girls to lift them up in his arms. You worry that he's too tired to carry them but his grin says otherwise.

“And the music was nice, mon mon.” He noses Mona's forget gently, she giggles in his arms, tiny hands curling around his hair.

“That's good, daddy.” She says while fighting a yawn.

“Did you all miss me that much, huh? Wearing my entire wardrobe to bed?” Hobie addresses you who's standing a few feet away from him with a smile and arms crossed over your chest to prevent yourself from adding your weight in the little cuddle pile. “What are you doin' so far from us, lovie? Come here,” you shake your head jokingly. “Don't make me come over there.”

“Or what?” You playfully rile him up.

“I can't say it, I have little ears with me.” Hobie winks and you guffaw, the sound rising above the beeps of the telly.

“Fine.” You surrender, arms already raised to embrace your family.

The twins giggle as you squeeze the three of them. You feel their tiny hands grasping your (Hobie's) jumper. Head placed on the crook of His neck, you place a sly peck on his skin that has him almost dropping his babies.

“Careful with that, it's like live ammunition to me y’know.” Chuckling, he leans further in your touch. “Why are you all wearing my clothes anyway?”

“We missed you.” You lean a bit to look at Hobie's face. His eyebrow is raised, eyes telling you— ‘really?’ “Fine, I forgot to do laundry.”

“Thank you for your honesty.” He kisses your forehead with a wet smack and you laugh. “You look mighty fit by the way.”

“Just say I make your clothes look better on me.”

“Anything looks better when you have b—”

“Do not!” You poke his side, earning a loud laugh from him. You can practically feel the fatigue lifting off of him, so you cuddle closer, the girls copy you, their faces smooshed in between you and their dad.