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[faux-ecrivain]

1950s househusband x gn reader

marinette4943 asked: Hey!

I saw your yandere housekeeper and loved the way you wrote it. Do you intend to do a next part?

If so, could you tag me in it?

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Name; Angelo

Thirty second official post

@marinette4943

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From Part 3; 

        He is absolutely whipped for you, everything you do is committed to his memory, and he inches closer to you with every passing second. “You’re welcome, so, are you going to give me a tour of the town or some advice to settle in, and get along with my neighbors?” He didn’t want to, but he figured that it was best to be as helpful as possible. That way, you’ll trust him the most and will come back to him whenever you need help. You, however, scoot away from him, eventually ending up near the end of the couch in a corner. “Oh, uhm, certainly. I’ll be happy to give you advice and a tour, but I was hoping we could simply have a friendly chat first…” Angelo responds hopefully, he just wants to get to know you and does want to talk about anyone else.

              However, something you said earlier caught his attention. “Unexpected? Wh-what do you mean by that?” He questions nervously, his wide eyes nervously glancing at you and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of you hating him. You tilt your head, slightly confused and then you try to clarify without sounding rude. “Well, back where I’m from men don’t often wear dresses, that’s all.” Before you can clarify any further he interrupts you, which was quite rude and he apologizes for that, but doesn’t stop talking. “Sorry for interrupting, but you don’t like it? Does my fashion sense upset you?” He inquires his expression shifting into anxiety and his mind begins to work in overdrive. His hands squeezes the cloth of his dress and he twists the fabric. Angelo doesn’t do well with rejection, of any form or shape. 

          Suddenly this conversation seems very awkward to you and you regret opening your mouth. “That’s not what I meant, that dress looks great on you. It’s just someone have to get used to, that’s all.” He smiles and he seems content with your response. “Really? You mean it? Thank you!” It isn’t often that he gets a compliment from anyone and it’s been a while since anyone he was interested in complimented him (excluding his spouse, he loves his spouse so very much and is very interested in them). Angelo relaxes and leans his head on your shoulder, which causes you to cringe and push his head away. He whines and leans against you once more, this time he wraps his arms around your arm and nuzzles your neck. Now you’re very uncomfortable and have begun to regret your decision to let him inside.

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 Subtly, you try to push him away. You didn’t want to be rude, but his unnecessary affection was making you extremely uncomfortable. Sadly, his grip on your arm does not loosen and seems to tighten. Angelo scoots closer, he’s so close that you could count each one of his eyelashes. He sighs, seemingly unaware of how close he is, or maybe he knows and just doesn’t care. You clear your throat and lean as far away from him as you can. “Ahem, so, about that tour…” You smirk awkwardly and try to make a simple conversation, if only to alleviate the discomfort you felt. He acknowledges your words with a hum, but doesn’t respond for quite some time. It’s silent and awkward as you try to ignore the very obvious bedroom eyes Angelo is sending your way.

        You clear your throat again and try to get his attention. “Ahem, Angelo, could you please let go of me or move away?” It takes a moment for your words to sink in and when the do, Angelo shoots away from you. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed with embarrassment and his mouths is agape. It’s clear that he’s absolutely mortified by his behavior. Immediately he begins to apologize. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Neighbor! That was so inconsiderate of me, Oh! I feel so ashamed! Oh, I should go, I shouldn’t behave like that around you!” Part of his apology sounds a bit like an excuse, but you can tell by his expression that his apology is sincere. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Oh, I’m truly sorry if I did!”

          You chuckle and wave off his worries, you begin to placate him, and attempt to halt his incessant apologies. “Oh, it’s alright, Angelo. It really isn’t that terrible, I was uncomfortable, but I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.” Oh, he certainly meant something by his actions, it wasn’t anything sinister, but it was something that Angelo wasn’t ready to face. He was experiencing so much turmoil, the very idea that he almost betrayed his spouse made his physically ill. He could never hurt them like that, sure they weren’t the best spouse, but he still loved them. “No, I-I have to leave, I-I can’t-Oh!” Angelo struggles to breathe, his previous actions set in, and he felt like crying.

         He has to leave, Angelo couldn’t stay another minute is your presence. Especially when he’s constantly tempted to crawl into your arms and never leave them. Once more, you try to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. “Angelo, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m sure you meant nothing by it and nothing came of it, so it’s alright. Let’s just sit back down and enjoy a nice, civil conversation.” It sounded as though you were trying to calm him down, and that made him feel even worse. Well, the way he felt when you expressed concern for him, made him feel even worse. “No, no, I have to go. My sp-spouse is coming home soon an-and I don’t want to disappoint them.” He tries to reason with himself and his desires, but it’s not working.

       Mostly because his heartbeat seemed to increase with every word that you spoke, he knew what that meant, and he couldn’t give into such sinful desires. He had to stay loyal to his spouse, although, thoughts of loyalty seemed to remind Angelo of the way his spouse has been behaving recently.  Which causes his brows to furrow and halts his apologies, as his mind wanders to his spouses recent behavior. His spouse has been distant (more so than usual) and they keep coming home late. Normally, he wouldn’t worry about that, but each night they come home smelling like cheap perfume, and then he starts to think about the recent rumors he’s heard. The ones about househusband Damian and his cheating spouse. This causes Angelo to consider the idea that maybe his spouse is cheating on him, and the very thought is appealing to him. It causes him to be sick, and he nearly faints. (Luckily you caught him before he could actually fall, and now you’re fussing over him, oh, his heart can’t take it!)

         No, he can’t give into temptation. He has to stay loving and loyal, it’s not that hard, and surely his spouse will take notice of his devotion. He just has to keep trying, right? It doesn’t matter how exhausting it is or how much easier it would be to allow his new neighbor into his heart. Angelo has to remain strong, and eventually, he’ll be rewarded for his loyalty, won’t he?

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    (I don’t really like this installment of househusband Angelo, I’m not proud of it, but I figured that if I do a bit of writing about one of my favorite OCs then I might get back into writing. But, who knows, I’m a creature of habit and writing is exhausting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully, I’ll be back to writing at a normal pace again.)

[mcgnussen]

How are you taking the news about Kevin?

It hit me like a ton of bricks, even if it is not a big surprise it still hits.

Especially because I will most likely never see him irl in F1.

i have avoided talking about this because i wanted to write a long post about it, but the more i think about it, the more i feel like it's the right time for him to say goodbye to f1. so I'll keep it short and sweet, and use matt bishop's words about k-mag.

among the many drivers with whom i have worked in my long f1 career, magnussen is without doubt the most passionately besotted with racing for racing’s sake. moreover, having tried my best to cheer him up in what was for him an annus horribilis, 2015, when he was bored and frustrated in the role of mclaren’s f1 reserve driver, i fervently hope that he does not agree to take on the kind of quasi-managerial role to which komatsu has apparently alluded. let’s be blunt. kevin is an old-school racer. as i say, his racing hero is stirling moss, who retired 30 years before he was born. many times, over a coffee or a beer, i have held his rapt attention by reeling off the stories i know so well and love so much, about antonio ascari, tazio nuvolari, achille varzi, bernd rosemeyer, rudolf caracciola, b bira, alberto ascari, juan manuel fangio, stirling moss, jim clark, graham hill, jackie stewart, jochen rindt, ronnie peterson, james hunt, carlos reutemann, mario andretti, gilles villeneuve, ayrton senna, michael schumacher, mika hakkinen, and many more. he absolutely loves all that. by contrast the only aspect of 21st-century f1 that he genuinely enjoys is the bit in the cockpit, even though he has raced a podium-worthy f1 car only once, in his first ever grand prix, since when he has started 175 more, the highlights being four fifth places.

k-mag is a racing driver, not just a f1 driver. i'm tired of seeing him struggle in a car that can sometimes make it to the points, while he sacrifices so much time with his girls. i want him to retire from f1, and go dominate in another racing series that allows him more freedom to be at home as well. i don't want him to take on an advisor role, at least not if that keeps him from racing.

kevin made his f1 debut 10 years ago, and he has a podium and a pole, despite being in a backmarker car for most of his f1 career. while i will miss him during the f1 weekends, i'd be happy to cheer for him wherever he goes next. he will always be a racing driver before he's a f1 driver.

[willowsallen]

@ all gif makers

please please please make gifs even if someone's doing the same project. I love having variety, I love having options on different sizes, I love different colorings and scenes and speeds.

no gifmaker makes the same gif, and it's so incredible and cool and great to see just how people can have the same scene and do completely different gifs with them

!!!

[ohwynne]

does you fear death?

No, death is a logical next step from life. It's like ducklings following their mother, you know? How it should be. I think. Ariadne died and she still lives It's part of nature, it's part of the cycle we are all part of. But I guess I do fear certain deaths. Like violent ones. Or premature ones. Or people I love dying. I would like to think if death follows life, it should do so after at least seven decades and preferably in a soft and comfortable way. But it's not often like that, in reality, so in that way I do fear how sudden death can be. But not death itself, if that makes sense?

[sotiriabellou]

do u guys like my theme

[absensia]

There wasn't much left of the place to say that it was, in the not - so - distant past, one of those express food franchises that served an impossible, nonsensical amalgamation of Asian cuisine, all toted under the moniker of being "Chinese food." The smell of food burnt to a tragic crisp lingered in the air; the broken fluorescents buzzed in chokes and gasps, clinging to life so that they might illuminate the two strange women sitting on the floor behind the front counter. The scene was ghastly and they were garish underneath the lights. Beyond the paleness of fright or exhaustion, the women's faces had been covered, ( masked, in a very real sense ), with grease paint. Those shocking white faces had been cut open, sliced clean across in some places and torn off in others.

When Charlotte opened her mouth to pop the crumbs of a fortune cookie in, it appeared as though the entire lower half of her face had come unhinged; gaping with shadow, unable to tell what was flesh, paint, or teeth. Beside her, a smiling beckoning cat continued to wave, cheerfully unawares of its missing left ear. This, Charlotte righted so that it sat on its feet before she unfurled her fortune. DON'T BE AFRAID OF FEAR, it read. Slowly, the agent's brows knit together as she thought the message through. The confusion was still blatant on her face as she turned to look at Amy. What she was saying also made no sense. But it, at least, made Charlotte smile.

THIS WAS A ONE-TIME GIG. WHEN WE'RE DONE, WE'RE DONE. / @wildsign

Her laughter, bright and musical, came a moment later. " Yeah? Good one, 'Diles. " Pocketing the fortune, Charlotte shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth, ignoring the way the sharp edges of it reopened the wound inside her cheek, swallowing the metallic tang of her blood along with the sweet treat. " Look, just 'cause it's a good idea for us to split up right now, doesn't mean it's forever, " she said, feigning a look of sentimental melodrama. How much of this Amy could actually see beneath the paint, Charlotte couldn't be sure and she wasn't truly worry about it. Amy could choose how seriously she took the agent's words. " Besides, don'tcha think you'd miss me? " Charlotte flashed a wide grin at Amy, then moved to get her feet back under herself, half - surprised that her legs gave her no trouble for the effort.

" I'll head north. " Splitting up was the actual plan, after all. " And I'll see you tonight. You can enjoy your time without me until then. We good? You good? Why are you just sitting there? " Instead of offering Amy a hand, Charlotte lowered the huge bin of fortune cookies she'd been cradling this entire time, ( after pilfering another handful of them into her jacket pocket ), as though it was a totem of strength for her friend. " C'mon, it's gonna be okay. "

[berryhq]

is the plan still to accept today?

yes , that is still the plan ! ( sorry for no updates previously  , today kicked all of our asses ! ) we'll be accepting in just a few short hours , so make sure you come and secure your spot ! and we still have some muses that haven't been applied for - muse 11 and 20 !

[rafecamercn]

✁ daryl or ro

send me a ✁ with two names and i’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

"If it was up to me, I'd leave them both to the rotters. But Negan seems to think we need Daryl, so whatever."

[faux-ecrivain]

Will there be a second part of Yan Bully Victim? I really liked Thomas

(Yes, there will be. Right now!) (Name’s Thomas Road) (Enjoy this long post!) (Trigger Warning; Mentions of violence, negligence, masochism, and other triggering topics.)

(Thirtieth Official Post)

(I Hope You like this Anon and I’m happy to hear that you favor Thomas! Though, I’d say that Thomas is far happier than me.) ———————————————————— Yan Bully Victim that follows you everywhere, so often that it’s beginning to annoy you.

At first, it was so pathetic, it was cute, but now you just want to change schools, and you almost succeeded, but you thought there was too much paperwork and you’re an impatient person. So, you decided to just deal with it in the same way you deal with everything. Violence! Yan Bully Victim that has no idea why you’re suddenly so much more aggressive and confrontational towards him, it almost scares him. But, his twisted mind thought about the alternative (You ignoring him) and decided that all that pain was worth it. Yan Bully Victim that did not leave you alone, much to your chagrin, and instead latched onto you like there’s no tomorrow. Yan Bully Victim that now spends every single minute next to you, despite the continuous beatings you give him. Eventually, you realize that your anger is doing absolutely nothing to deter him, and he’s getting in your way (he’s already cost you a dumb test, you don’t need him messing up your chance at winning that championship trophy) Yan bully Victim that notices you pulling away from him, pulling your punches and avoiding him. He’s quick to try to alleviate the situation. Thomas decides that getting closer to you will definitely salvage your relationship. (It won’t) Yan bully victim that becomes way more annoying the more you ignore him, seriously, it’s like he has nothing better to do than bother you. Yan bully Victim that begins to panic when his plan isn’t working, you aren’t returning to his side, and instead you’re ignoring him. It’s so similar to his family, he’s scared that his life will go back to the way it as before. That’ll you’ll ignore him, and he’ll just fade into the background. (something he experiences too often at home) He can’t have that, he won’t have that.

Thomas doesn’t like being ignored, so he does whatever he can to get your attention. He shouts your name, calls you endlessly (when did he get your number?), causing you to break your phone, and he’s even started to bother your friends. Eventually, you get tired of him and his meddling ways and you corner him. (Much to Thomas’s joy, he can’t help the creepy smile that crawls onto his face the moment you start paying attention to him.) Yan bully victim that isn’t even listening to whatever you’re saying and keeps interrupting you, going on about how awesome you are and how much he loves you.

You don’t have any interest in dating this creep, so you violently reaffirm that with a few punches to the gut. He doubles over, and you force him on the ground with your foot. Thomas is so happy that you’re paying attention to him again, now he has to think of a way to keep you with him. Yan bully victim who decides the best way to keep you with him is to play hot and cold, when you start to pull away, so will he. When you’ve been gone too long, he starts to bug you and your friends again. Unfortunately, you aren’t bright enough to see through it, but you know he’s playing a one sort of game with you, and you’re intent on winning whatever game he’s trapped you in. But, you’re probably going to be stuck with him for a long time.

[mcgnussen]

Has Kmag always been the main driver you follow ?🇩🇰

yeah, so i watched f1 as a kid sometimes because my dad did, but i was never super into it. i just liked watching the cars going fast, but i did not know anything about drivers. but i learned the rules and understood pitstops because of that. then in 2014, k-mag got the mclaren seat and it was all over the media and i thought "oh, i should watch his first race to support him" and so i did and then i watched him get 3rd (well technically 2nd, but ofc the dsq only happened after the race), and i was hooked. i found out that i loved everything about formula 1. the strategy, the cars, the drivers etc.

for many years, i was strictly a k-mag fan and i didn't really care about anyone else. my dad has always been a ferrari fan tho, and with haas being linked with ferrari, i also started to become one because i'm easily influenced. now i'd say that k-mag is still my main driver, ferrari is my favourite team, and then i also actively root for oscar, charles and alex even if i'll always root for kevin over them.

[willowsallen]

i see you tag cindy kimberly's post as southest asian etc and i get the ick because she's spanish and born in the netherlands... her dad being from south asian doesn't make her asian because she hadn't had the contact with the culture etc

idk what u want out of this, that's kinda how ethnicity works...........

[ohwynne]

I do not want to join your cult Are we friends? I don't know your name. Um, hi.

[bountyhaunter]

What's the key to happiness, in your opinion?

Owning a dog. [User says this in part to deflect but also because in her case, it is true. Nugget has given user a purpose as well as a comfort she hasn't been able to find in many other places, and though that might be a little sad, it does work for her.]

[absensia]

A message had been received just as she’d gone for the day. One of the lower level lackeys had forwarded it straight to the boss instead of running it by her first — as previously instructed. Charlotte wasn’t mad about it. It was all part of the job and the fun of it, too.  But the bossman was mad and he was making it her problem. 

Last week,  they had closed on a contract with the de Luca clan to provide them with whatever artillery they'd need to defend themselves in what she anticipated to be one of the messiest attempts at a usurpation in recent mafia history. Raj had it in his head that this contract was something of a golden ticket, and in some ways it was. A deal with one of the top political players in the city,    Aronne de Luca,  meant extra pull not only with the state police, but whatever federal agents he inevitably had on his payroll, too.  More importantly,  it meant finally getting a seat at the high table and a respectable boost in influence,  power,  and justifiable ego. What it also meant,  however, was taking a rather big step in the wrong direction as far as ( every one of  )  Charlotte’s handlers were concerned. The idea was to weaken Raj’s foothold in this city so that that same root might be taken and planted elsewhere… 

So she’d played the saboteur.  She’d gone and sowed seeds of doubt and disgrace in the reality closest to the de Luca and his inner circle. The fabric of what they knew made to shift and change colours, curling in on itself before unfurling to reveal something new.   Something that hadn’t been known before but was now clear as a cloudless summer day. The message received had been nothing short of a searing insult poorly disguised as a proposed addendum to their prior agreement.

IF HE THINKS HE CAN TREAT ME LIKE I’M SOME FUCKING CHARITY CASE, — THEN FUCK HIM.  I’LL SHOW HIM FUCKING CHARITY.

By and by, Raj arrived at the very idea she’d begun to nurture in his mind two weeks prior: let de Luca say and do what he wanted because there was no stopping the small faction's try for usurpation except now, the weapons he would’ve had at his defense would be pointed right back at him. But what about the possible blowback? There was no guarantee of loyalty and reward from the uprising faction once the dust settled.   It’s a good point,  she told him.   But I’ll make sure to have something to sweeten the deal, and the rest we’ll leave to Ghost. You know he’ll have you covered, she assured him as she climbed the stairs to her floor.

One-handedly,  she unlocked the door to the suite, still reeling off more assurances to the coming plans.  Between her and Ghost,  everything would be handled — and this was true in more ways than one.  She flicked on the lights as she moved from room to room;   the suite was all too spacious for one person or,  maybe,  it just wasn’t what she was used to.  Unable to unglue the phone’s speaker - end from her ear lest she miss some tiny albeit crucial detail Raj let slip in the midst of his lecture, she resorted to twirling about in order to get her scarf and coat off.  With her elbow,  she flicked on the seating room’s light and stifled a scream.

Eyes bulged, teeth gnashed painfully, and she nearly swallowed her tongue with the effort to stay quiet.  Nigh involuntarily and with the force of the near - immediate impact of relief as she recognized the apparition standing stock-still in the centre of the suite,  Charlotte grabbed onto the back of an armchair and sunk down behind it,  mouthing a long string of curses before breathing out the sharp stress. She doubted Raj heard her given how he prattled on still in her ear.   After a moment and while her throat was still seized with fright, the agent pulled herself back up and continued to speak. Her voice was steady,  bright,  and confident as ever, even if the blood had yet to return to her face.

“  You got it,   ”    she said, stretching a smile across her lips to shape the words properly.   “  It’ll be on your desk by the time you get back tomorrow.   Don’t think about it for another sec,  boss.   Good night.   ”    She ended the call and let her arm fall lifeless to her side. Her gaze had never left Ghost’s face.   Without missing a beat, she continued.  “  The deal with de Luca’s off.   We’re going to arm the usurpers to the teeth,  instead,  and help them overturn the old man.  Raj wants to set up a meeting with de Luca to tell him all this, face - to - face, so that he can see his face when he breaks the news.   ”

THE HUMAN FACE IS A POWERFUL MESSENGER. / @0azrae7

A moment ago,  she was sure her own face had telegraphed an extremely powerful message. Now, it was completely blank as she stared back at the phantom. Then, Charlotte scoffed.   Then,  she grinned and laughed with genuine good-heartedness. “  Yeah!  You don’t say.   ”    She threw her coat over the back of the armchair,  then gestured vaguely at the space between her and Ghost. “   It’ll be a security nightmare,  but this was nicely done. Happy?   Glad to see you having fun!   ”   Even if it was at her expense. Charlotte was not above conceding when she’d been got. Another deep breath and her chest was finally free enough to laugh,  and laugh again she did,  her mind already moving onto the next important matter:   DINNER.    In the kitchenette, Charlotte switched on the stove light and looked back at Ghost.   “  Have you eaten?   ”

[nightmaretist]

Weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

One time I dreamed of Vera as an infant, crawling into my marriage bed and digging her little fists into my hair before tearing through the sheets and my nightrobe and then me, returning to the womb I pushed her from, and then Hendrik was there, watching as he reminded me he wanted more, more children and she was there too, Sann That strangers asked me about my dreams online.