#Goodie Carangi

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What I've Been Working On This Week:

New Years Bingo Card 2024: Office Party - Nick T - Nick gets possessive when he sees you with Sawyer at the office party. (NSFW)

The Good Book - Tim G - Tim makes you a promise you don't think he can keep.

Lifetime - One night with you leaves Eddie wanting a life time. (NSFW)

Happy Ending - Goodie C - Dwight surprises Goodie by hiring a new project manager for his new business venture.

If You Want Blood - Bodhi discovers a secret about you during an FBI raid.

Gift Wrap - Dean and you fulfil a holiday tradition even though you're spending Christmas apart.

A White Picket Fence - Mike Mc - Mike has a revelation as the two of you discuss the future.

Recipe For Disaster - Rip W - You and Rip return home to find a surprise guest cooking dinner.

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★ GOODIE CARANGI GIFS !! ★

excuse the quality fuck you tumblr happy he’s getting recognition so i have an excuse to make gifs of him !!! hope these serve the fanfic writers well 🫡

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June Bug Series: Chapter 1

Title: June Bug

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Goodie Carangi x OFC!Reader (June)

Summary: You're a business owner that's trying to fly under the radar in Tulsa but that's going to be extremely difficult when you fall for Goodie.

You’re stuck in a rut. A boring, dull, exasperating rut. It’s your third time in the same week coming out to the barn to spend time grooming your ten year old mare, Ruby. It was something you did whenever you needed to get out from behind your desk, out of the four walls of your home. You’re usually not this frequent a visitor to Fennario Ranch and your presence has finally piqued your friend’s interest. 

“If you keep showing up to groom that horse, you’re going to brush her until she’s bald.” 

You stop mid stroke and run a hand over the horse’s coat. “That can happen?” 

Margaret chuckles. “God, no. It was a joke.” 

“Oh.” You go back to brushing Ruby’s flank. “That wasn’t funny.” 

“It was a little funny.” Margaret sits on a tack trunk. “I’m not used to seeing you out here so much in one week. You’re getting dangerously close to running into Cal at some point.” 

“I’m not too worried. Your staff always gives me a heads up when he pulls in.” 

“So you can go hide?” 

“So I can avoid confrontation.” 

“Considering how often you’ve been here this week, maybe some confrontation would be good for you.” 

You flash her a grin over Ruby’s withers. “You just want me to run him off because he’s bugging you now. Wait, aren’t you seeing someone? That guy from New York?” 

Margaret gives you a side eye. “Define ‘seeing.’” 

“Call it whatever you want. He can do your dirty work for you. In fact, I wouldn’t mind seeing Cal have his ass handed to him by some mobster from New York City.” 

“Then maybe you should make friends with him.” 

“What? And have him find out about our little business venture? If he’s really affiliated with the mob then we’ll have to pay a kick-up to him. I already brokered a zero kick-up fee to Kansas City. I don’t want to have to sweet talk my way out of another situation like that.” 

“Alright,” Margaret sips her coffee. “Don’t make friends with him but he does have a guy that works the casino floor that’s from New York as well. He’s your type too.” 

“My type,” you scoff. “And what exactly is that?” 

“Clean cut, good shape, dresses impeccably. He seems personable.” 

Okay, that is your type but you’re going to be damned to let Margaret know she hit the nail on the head. “Sounds boring.” 

Margaret sighs in exasperation. “God, June, come on. You need to get out and have some fun. Loosen the fuck up for a change.” 

You drop the brush back into the tack box and pick up a carrot, snapping it in half before giving it to Ruby. “I’ve been researching through the latest group of men and-” 

Margaret interrupts. “No. No work. Go by yourself. Do something wild and pick someone up.” 

“Oh yeah, a one night stand will solve everything.” 

“Maybe not everything but it’ll take the edge off. You know, let him do all the work for a change.” 

You nod in resignation at your friend and business partner. “Alright. Fine. What’s this guy’s name?” 

Margaret smiles at you. “Ask him yourself.” 

And that is how you end up spending the entire evening at the newly opened Bred 2 Buck Casino and Cabaret. The name kept popping up in your research as an upcoming hot spot in Tulsa and it was also the only place you were guaranteed to not run into your ex-husband. So you pulled out one of your many little black dresses, slipped into a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps and headed to Tulsa’s newest casino.

Some people go to museums to analyze the art, you go to establishments such as this to analyze the patrons. And there were a wide range from out of state high rollers playing black jack and craps to locals who would play $20 on the slots and then go listen to the live music while they sip on mid-shelf whiskey. After making a couple passes through the casino floor and losing fifty bucks on a slot machine just to fit in with the locals, you settle near the end of the bar where you can still hear the house band but the bass doesn’t rattle your martini glass. You’re content to sit in peace but a whiff of expensive cologne alerts you to someone taking the seat next to yours. 

Here we go. 

***

Goodie noticed you the moment you stepped onto the casino floor. You’re dressed in an elegantly cut black dress and expensive heels, your hair is in a sweeping updo with small white flowers tucked into the dark waves. You move around the floor in measured, graceful steps. When you pass behind him at one of the craps tables, he catches the scent of jasmine and cedarwood. Your eyes meet his briefly as you move past the table and he realizes that noticed isn’t a strong enough word. 

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt. 

Fifty-five years old and it happens precisely as his mother predicted it would. No warning, no prelude, nothing. He’s already taken half a step away from the craps table he’s been monitoring to follow you before he comes to his senses. He keeps one eye on the table and one on you as you drift between the gaming tables. You take a seat at one of the slot machines and it strikes him as odd. You don’t seem to be a slots gambler, not with your sense of high style and grace. 

By the time the wannabe oil baron craps out and the pit boss starts to reset the table, you’ve left the casino floor and his heart sinks. He takes a shot and scans the bar and cabaret area and sees you sitting at the bar. The relief he feels is ridiculous but then the nerves return as he approaches you. He can see the small frown, the subtle downturn of your mouth, as he takes the seat at the very end of the bar and the bartender slides him a vodka and lime. 

“You don’t strike me as a slot player.” 

Your eyes scan his face and the frown straightens. “And what kind of player do I strike you as?” 

God, you’re stunning. And that is the proper word because he’s struggling to find his words, his breath. He is properly stunned. But words are his speciality. “Poker.” 

“Poker? Really?” You raise a finely arched eyebrow. “How’s that?” 

“You look like a woman who likes the challenge of reading a room, reading a person.” 

“And you figured this out just by sitting down next to me at the bar?” 

“No, I figured it out by watching you scope out the casino floor. All the craps games were too hot at the moment for you to jump in. Blackjack’s too simple to engage you. Roulette, same. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out why in the world you played the slot machine.” 

“Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoys watching people.” You finally give him a smile and his heart nearly stops. “As for the slot machine, what can I say? I was in the mood for something different tonight. New experience, so to speak.” 

“I get that,” he laughs. “If you can’t tell, I’m not exactly from around here.” 

“No kidding.” There’s a mischievous glint to your eye. “Let me guess, Jersey?” 

He puts a hand to his heart. “Ouch. You wound me.” 

That earns him a soft laugh from you as you pick up the speared olives from your martini. “My apologies. I may have never been to the east coast but a New York accent is very hard to mistake, especially here in Tulsa. But there seems to be an odd influx of youse guys.” 

“That’s not too bad,” he teases. “For someone who’s never been, you’d blend right in.” 

“Well, what can I say,” you look him directly in the eyes, “I like mafia movies.” 

He understands exactly what you’re implying but he’s not sure how to take it. Is this simple flirting? Digging for information? Were you sent by someone? No, it was exceedingly rare that women were sent to deal with family business. But with Chickie’s unstableness recently, he wouldn’t put anything past him. He chooses to proceed as if this were a regular conversation and see where it leads. “Oh yeah. What’s your favorite?” 

“I was an avid Sopranos fan. Never missed an episode.” 

Goodie scoffs. “Sopranos was shit.” 

You actually laugh. “You don't like it because it took place in Jersey.” 

“There was that.” He can feel his phone buzz in his pocket and he knows he has to get back to the casino floor. You notice the dull sound and motion to his suit jacket pocket. 

“It sounds like duty calls and I don’t know your name.” 

He takes out a business card and writes his name and number on the back of it. “To be fair, I don’t know yours either.” 

You take the offered card and narrow your eyes. “Goodie?” 

“It’s a nickname,” he shrugs. “My real name’s Dennis but no one calls me that.” 

That answer satisfies you enough that you return the information. June. Simple, elegant. It fits you. He puts your drink on his tab and heads back to the casino floor. Someone hit big at the blackjack table and needed to cash out their eight thousand dollar winnings. It was a young guy partying with his groomsmen before getting married the next morning. By the time he had handed over the money and saw the very happy groom-to-be out the door, you had already left the premises. Just as he was wondering if you would ever use his number, his phone buzzes again. Pulling it out and wondering what the issue is now, he sees it’s from you. 

The next free night you have, let’s do dinner.  -June

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Seriously considering writing my own Goodie Carangi x Reader fics since the only person writing for him is @rosielou94 (and I love you for it 😁)

Would anyone be interested?

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First Look: Liberty Kitchen, Fishtown’s New Deli and Artisan Market

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The locally-focused shop officially opens tomorrow with craft hoagies and comfort food, artisan cheeses, and a "pop-down" space that will host classes and events.

Liberty Kitchen owner PJ Hopkins (L), chef Pat Myers, and owner Matt Budenstein | Photo by Alexandra Jones

Liberty Kitchen, the locally-focused deli, specialty market, and event space, officially opens tomorrow at 1244 North Front Street in Fishtown.

The concept is a collaboration between co-owners PJ Hopkins of Brine Street Picklery and longtime Philly cheesemonger Matt Budenstein. The co-owners brought on Pat Myers, former sous at Cheu Noodle Bar, to head up the kitchen.

“Adding a deli was a natural fit for Brine Street — you’re not going to open a pickle store,” Hopkins said. “Where’s a place you can find pickles? A deli.” Every sandwich eaten in-house comes with chips and Brine Street spear on the side, and their Italian sandwich features the pickle company’s popular hoagie relish.

Pantry goods at Liberty Kitchen | Photo by Alexandra Jones

On the shelf, they’re stocking pantry goodies like spices, preserves, snacks, and condiments from regional producers. A cut-to-order cheese case features wheels from local makers like Cherry Grove Farm, Birchrun Hills Farm, Valley Milkhouse, and Doe Run Farm along with classics like Locatelli and provolone, plus a selection of antipasti and charcuterie.

The menu features hoagies made on Carangi Bakery rolls; three classic sandwiches pay homage to the menu at now-shuttered Salumeria, where Budenstein once worked, with the addition of the erstwhile Reading Terminal Market stand’s signature creamy balsamic hoagie dressing.

The Della Casa hoagie at Liberty Kitchen | Photo by Alexandra Jones

There are also original hoagies like a kale chicken Caesar and the Della Casa, fresh mozz with capocollo, sun-dried red peppers, and balsamic vinegar.  The menu also includes salads, grain bowls, tomato pie, and toasts with toppings like whey ricotta from York, Pa.-based Caputo Brothers Creamery.

“We’re trying to focus on as many local ingredients as possible,” Budenstein said. “Our mac ‘n’ cheese sauce is made with Conebella Farm’s sharp and smoked cheddars. Feta from Valley Milkhouse is in our big salad, and we’re stretching Caputo’s fresh mozzarella curd.” They’ll soon add fresh burrata to the menu, too.

Liberty Kitchen is open from 11 a.m. until 7 p.m. Wednesday through Saturday and 11 a.m. until 4 p.m. Sunday. The shop is closed Monday and Tuesday. Stay tuned for their schedule of classes and dinners in the lower level “pop-down” space to come in the next month or two. Check out the full menu below.

Photo by Alexandra Jones

Source: https://www.phillymag.com/foobooz/2019/04/18/liberty-kitchen-deli-grocery-fishtown/

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I swear if Goodie even thinks about laying a hand on Mitch.

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Happy Ending: Goodie Carangi x Reader (Ft: Dwight Manfredi)

Tagging: @kmc1989

Companion piece to:

There's Always A But - Goodie's always been in love with you, but he's never been able to have you.

A Beautiful Widow - You and Goodie reaquaint at your husband's funeral.

Dwight’s buying a hotel. It’s a way to capitalise on Dahlia’s card games he tells Goodie as he hands him the prospectus for the building. The intention is that she brings in the high rollers and they give them a luxury experience, five star accommodation, a literal seat at the poker table.

“It’s all part of the package.” Dwight explains as he paces in front of the bar. “They’ll pay six figures for the stay and access to the game and then spend more when they get to the casino.”

“That’s great.” Goodie says as he flicks through the brochure. “The problem is this place is a wreck, it’s gonna need a complete renovation and I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t know how to start with something like this.”

“Luckily she does.” Dwight says as the door to the Buck opens and there you are, fresh from a four hour to Tulsa, wheelie suitcase propped up alongside of you.

You look stunning in the light that filters through from the entry way. Navy blue high waisted trousers, that white silk shirt with pearl buttons that he’d stripped from you once upon a time. Your hair is shorter these days, it falls across your features in delicate waves. Goodie stands there drinking you in because it doesn’t make sense that you’re here right now, in his world.

“She needed to get out of New York and we needed a project manager.” Dwight tells Goodie as he leans back with one elbow propped up against the bar. “You saw the magic she worked on that house, it was a dump before she got her hands on it and her taste-” He uses his fingers to imitate a chef’s kiss. “-it’s magnifique. I almost couldn’t believe I was in Queens.”

Goodie still can’t get his head around this whole thing, the fact you’re actually here in Tulsa, that you’re going to be staying indefinitely. His mind flicks back to the day of the funeral, Dwight’s knowing look when he stepped back inside after that cigarette, the conversation they had at the hotel bar that night.

“How long?” He had asked as they shared a bottle of expensive bourbon.

“Over forty years.” Goodie had sighed as he topped off both their glasses.

“That’s a long time to be without the woman you love.” Dwight remarks and Goodie can tell he’s thinking about Dahlia, what would have happened if she hadn’t divorced Bevilaqua.

“Some people don’t get happy endings.” Goodie had told him mimicking your words from the night before your wedding as he’d downed the rest of his drink. “I guess I’m one of them.”

Now as he stands there with the head of his own ‘family’, the one he chose, he realises what this is. A reward for his loyalty, a chance for the two of you to live the life you’ve always wanted to live. Something New York could and would never give him.

“Forget about her. You’re a grunt, you’ve got nothing to offer.” Pete had said when he’d approached him about asking for your hand. “Besides Alfredo has taken an interest and my cousin, he gets what he wants.”

You’d been dating two years at that point and he’d had to sit back and watch as another man stole you away because resistance meant death, not just for him but for his family, and yours too.

“Thank you.” He says to Dwight, his eyes stinging, his voice hoarse. “You have no idea...”

“I do.” Dwight says gruffly because he spent twenty five years locked away from his daughter and he can’t watch the clock run out on someone else’s happy ending. “Trust me I do.”

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Buy Out: Goodie Carangi x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @sas011854  @lotsazombie @lucymalfoy18 @baconeggndcheez

Companion piece to:

There’s Always A But - Goodie's always been in love with you, he's just never been able to have you.

A Beautiful Widow - Your husband's death changes things for you and Goodie.

Happy Ending - You and Goodie finally get your happy ending.

Goodie can’t take his eyes off you, he hasn’t been able to since you stepped into the casino wearing that silk blouse, the one with the pearl buttons. He remembers the last time he saw you in it, the way it felt underneath his hands as his lips ghosted over the curve of your throat, his eager fingertips drawing it up over your head before he tossed it to the floor.

“Denny my love.”  You murmur as you sit at one of the tables, flicking through the images of the hotel on your tablet. “You’re staring.”

His cheeks colour at the use of his name, his real one. There isn’t a person alive that calls him Denny except for you and it does something to him to here it spoken out here in the open instead of behind locked doors.

“I just can’t believe you’re here.” He tells you as he slips into the seat alongside of you. His arm comes to rest on the back of your seat, his fingertips lightly trailing along your arm. “I thought…”

That you’d stick around in New York, remarry again. Your life, it’s never been your own, not since your father walked you down the aisle at eighteen to get into the Caltuccis’s good graces. He knows from experience that once they have that boot on your neck, it’s almost impossible to get rid of it.

“I know that we never really talked about what a future held for us.” You say as you set the tablet down upon the table and cuddle in closer. He can’t explain how good it feels to have you tucked in against him like this. To be able to touch you without the fear of being murdered for the privilege. “When Dwight offered me the job I saw it as an opportunity to finally have the life we wanted, somewhere far away where we can just be Talia and Denny.”

“How much did it cost you?” He asks, his lips brushing over your temple.

There isn’t a chance in hell that the Caltuccis would let you just walk away unscathed, it doesn’t matter how well respected The General may be.

“They let me keep the jewellery and the clothes.” You concede and he glances at the one roller suitcase propped up against the door. That’s your entire life, he realises, all of it contained in a single scrap of Louis Vuitton luggage. “The house, the cars, the money, all of it acts like a buy out for leaving the family. Dwight paid for my ticket here, set me up in The Mayo until I get my feet underneath me.”

You’ve given up everything to be here with him. You could be living in luxury in New York, the widow of one of New York’s most terrifying mob bosses but instead you’re here in Tulsa with him, starting over from scratch. He understands how terrifying that must be, to put your faith in something that’s always been just out of reach.

“I’m glad you’re here Tali.” He reassures you, tipping your chin up so you can see the sincerity in his gaze. “You have no idea, just how much.”

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New Characters Added:

Nandor The Relentless - What We Do In The Shadows

Clint Barton - Avengers

New Fics This Week:

911:

Bang - Eddie's new year starts with a bang.

Chicago Fire:

Crisis Point - Sam begs you to get the surgery you need.

Chicago Med:

Misbehaving (NSFW) - Dean takes care of you when things get too much.

Divine Intervention - You and Dean celebrate the new year after your accident in the morgue.

Bad Day - Dean's having a really bad day.

Scar Tissue - You're very shy when it comes to your scars.

Fireworks - Sean and you watch the fireworks with Benji.

Cherry (NSFW) - You give Mitch a special gift.

Blunt Force Trauma - You're still dealing with the trauma of the car accident.

Cobra Kai:

Fireworks - Terry and you watch the fireworks over Sydney.

Like A Sinner In Church (NSFW) - Terry gets bored during a friend's wedding.

FBI:

Tease (NSFW) - You make Omar come in his pants.

FBI International:

Broken - Wes doesn't think you're broken.

Justifed:

A Ramblin’ Man - Tim makes you a promise about the future.

A Patient Man - Tim awaits news on your condition.

Law & Order:

One Hour - Jalen supports you during your first therapy session.

Law & Order SVU:

Rumours - You hear a rumour about Joe.

Marvel:

Rumours - Sometimes rumours aren’t just rumours. (Logan)

Love Bites - Logan's healing factor can sometimes be a curse.

Marks (NSFW) - Years ago Clint Barton made his mark on you, he wants you to admit why you returned the favour.

NCIS:

Guilt - Alden realises he needs to confront his guilt.

Silent Witness:

Shot In The Dark - Jack's life flashes before his eyes when he's faced with an active shooter.

Tulsa King:

Happy Ending - You and Goodie finally get your happy ending.

Love Letters - Mitch finds the love letters he used to send you.

What We Do In The Shadows:

Just A Phase - Laslo says it's just a phase but Nandor knows different.

Yellowstone:

Perfect - Rip wants everything to be perfect as he looks towards the future.

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A Beautiful Widow: Goodie Carangi x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

Companion piece to:

There's Always A But - Goodie's always been in love with you, but he's never been able to have you.

You make a beautiful widow, it’s a disturbing thing to think at a funeral but it’s true. You dab your eyes in the right places, say the right words but Goodie knows you mourn your husband the same way you’d mourn a feral cat, with a thankfulness that it’s finally stopped stealing your food and shitting in your flowerbed.

The service is long, excruciatingly so. He spends the entire requiem mass sat next to Dwight, his gaze fixated on that elegant silver hair pin holding your delicate strands in place. It’s the one he’d bought you for your 21st birthday all those years ago. He’d scraped every extra penny he had together because he’d wanted you to have something meaningful, something that showed you just how much he loved you.

The fact you still wear it…

He can’t describe how much it means to him.

It’s at the wake he finally gets to talk to you and even then it’s not much talking. It’s needy, desperate kisses that set his entire body ablaze as he fucks you on the counter of the downstairs bathroom, your dress hiked up your thighs, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses.  

“I love you.” He whispers, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek as someone pounds on the door, the wood practically vibrating with the force of it.

He escapes out of the window and into your backyard the same way he used to when Alferdo would host his parties, your black thong tucked into his trouser pocket. He straightens the jacket of his suit, smoothing out the creases from where your hands had gripped it, keeping him buried deep when you'd come on his cock.

He lights up a cigarette and finds himself staring at the spot underneath the rosebushes where you hid the gun the night he turned up at your home, broken and ruined because he’d just committed his first murder and he couldn’t get the blood off his hands.  

He steps back inside the house but the atmosphere, it’s suffocating because they all know Alfredo wasn’t a saint but they’re still singing his praises like he was the second coming of Jesus.

“I’m going back to the hotel.” He tells Dwight and he spends the night sitting in the bar wondering what the future looks like for the two of you, if you’ll ever get out from under the thumb of that family.

When he gets back to Tulsa he throws himself into running the Buck whilst Mitch is away on tour with Sunny. He spends his time going through the accounts, figuring out ways to pinch pennies here and there because he doesn’t want to think about you alone out there in New York with the wolves.

He knows how it goes with that family, the estate will transfer over to Alfredo’s brother. If you’re lucky you’ll get an allowance, if not he knows Alfredo’s cousin has always been a little sweet on you. They’ll expect you to remarry and that cycle, it starts all over again.

It’s a month later that the book arrives in the mail and it feels like someone’s pressed a gun to his chest and pulled the trigger as he holds it between his hands.

It’s the Bridges of Madison County and that story, it resonates with him so fucking much because he offered you a new life once and you’d chosen to stay.

“They’ll kill you.” You’d whispered against his lips as he stood on your porch and begged you to come with him. “You know they will.”

You weren’t wrong but he’d been in this twenties, young and desperate because you were getting married the next day and he couldn’t stand it.

“Sometimes we don’t get a happy ending.” You’d told him, your voice breaking and his eyes had stung so fucking much in that moment it was like death by a thousand needles. “Sometimes this is all there is.”

He’d refused to believe it, so he’d stayed too, biding his time until forty years had passed by and then he’d realised that you were right, that dream he was holding onto it wasn’t going to happen so he’d come to Tulsa, started his own new life, one without you.

When he opens the book he sees your handwriting on the first page and his fingertips trace over the cursive loops as he reads the words.

Denny, you’ve written, this isn’t how our story ends, it’s how it starts.

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What I've Been Working On This Week:

Possibilities - Eddie Diaz - Eddie thinks about what could have been.

5500 Follower Celebration: Save Me San Franciso - Gibbs - Things change between you and Gibbs when you decide to take a sabbatical.

5500 Follower Celebration: Safehouse - Nick T - You struggle to adjust to your new life in the safehouse.

The Pool House - Alden P - Alden finally tells you his secret.

5500 Follower Celebration: Buy Out - Goodie C - Goodie finds out just how much it cost you to leave New York.

Branding - Dwight M - Dwight wants to know more of your story after he finds a mysterious scar.

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There's Always A But: Goodie Carangi x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

It’s 3am in the morning when Goodie’s phone rings. It wakes him from a dead sleep, his heart racing as he gropes for it on the nightstand.

“It’s three o’clock in the fucking morning” He mumbles as he rolls onto his back, rubbing the space between his eyes with his fingertips.

“I know.” You say over the line and everything in that moment just stops because it’s been months he last heard from you and he was starting to think this thing between the two of you was finally done.

The truth is it’s never done because Goodie, he’s been in love with you since the two of you met, him an eighteen year old fuck head trying to make a name in his organisation and you the daughter of a don, destined to marry Alfredo Caltucci.

It’s an affair that’s spanned over forty years because your husband will kill him if he ever found out, he’d kill you too.

“Talia?” He says softly and he can feel your smile over the phone line as he says your name.

“So you do remember the sound of my voice.” You say and he’s thrown back into the last time he heard it. Another night like this, another late call. You’d made him come with those filthy whispers of yours, his hand fisting his cock as he listened to you moan for him as you imagined fucking his dick.

“Is that what you’re calling for?” He asks you with a sigh. “Your husband’s out of town and…”

“He’s dead.” You tell him and Goodie freezes.

He knows he’s out of touch with New York but Christ, he thinks he would have heard about Alfredo Caltucci being killed.

“When?” He asks and you hesitate for a second as if checking a clock.

“A few hours ago.” You respond indecisively. “They say it was a heart attack.”

“Well…” Goodie says as he rubs his hand over his face. “He was a fat fuck.”

It’s the tale of most old school mafia dons these days, just look at Pete. All that sitting around, the booze, the cigars they were finally catching up to him. He’d be lucky if he lasts another year, especially with Chickie practically chomping at the bit for his position.

“I want to see you.” You say and he sighs as he turns on the camera so you can see his face illuminated in the darkness. You turn on yours and he can see you, propped up against the nightstand, the warm light bathing your skin in a dulcet glow as you lean back against the headboard.

It’s ridiculous how he feels when he looks at you. It’s like the years fall away and your still that wayward girl he used to know, the one that used to climb down the trellis on her father’s property, just so she could be with him.

“You still look so fucking beautiful.” He tells you and the edges of your mouth tip up into a small smile as a flush blossoms across your cheeks. “When the funerals over come down to Tulsa, stay with me a while.”

“I wish I could but…”

That’s the thing with you, there’s always a ‘but’ and everytime it breaks Goodie’s fucking heart.

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New Fics Under The Cut:

Justified:

Stars - Tim's not like the other guys.

Law & Order:

Youtube In Church - Jalen catches you watching Youtube in church.

Law & Order SVU:

1am - You call Joe at 1am asking for a ride

Leverage:

Star - Eliot realises he's made a terrible mistake.

Mayor of Kingstown:

Day Five - Robert reminisces about how it started between the two of you.

The Musketeers:

Grief - Treville's grieves you after he receives news of your death.

NCIS Origins:

The Written Word - Mike's world is turned upside down when he discovers a letter written by Violet before her death.

Closure - Gibbs supports you in the aftermath of the arrest.

Tracker:

Snow - Colter makes a realisation when you end up staying the night in Nebraska.

Tulsa King:

A Beautiful Widow - Your husband's death changes things for you and Goodie.

Sunshine - You bring the sunshine to Armand's life.

Hurt - Mitch knows it can only end in heartbreak.

Birthday - You give Dwight a gift he doesn't expect.

Scars - Bill decides to take care a problem when a face from your past shows up.

The Right Person - Dwight thinks he might just be the one to make you happy.

Yellowstone:

Colorado - Jamie takes off to Colorado for a break after John's betrayal.

Bruises - You confront Malcolm Beck about his role in the reservation murders.

Wyoming - Travis's mother calls Rip to get her son under control.

The Fourth Son - John runs into his son in the street.

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5500 Follower Celebration Bingo Card Update!

The bingo card is now completed!

Some fics have already been published due to their lengths, others have been placed on the schedule because of where they fit in terms of character storylines.

Here are the details of the remaining fics:

27th Dec - One Last Time - Terry S - Terry's been waiting for the fall.

5th Jan - Love Letters - Mitch K - Mitch finds some of your old love letters.

6th Jan - Tears of Pearl - Eliot S - It started with a pearl necklace.

8th Jan - Buy Out - Goodie C - Goodie finds out just how much it cost you to leave New York.

13th Jan - Save Me San Franciso - Gibbs - Things change between you and Gibbs when you decide to take a sabbatical.

17th Jan - Safehouse - Nick T - You struggle to adjust to your new life in the safehouse.

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What I've Been Working On This Week:

The Duck Pond - Alden P - Things go awry when you try to tell Alden how you're feeling.

A Good Day - Sean Archer - Sean's day takes a turn when the man who abused him steps back into his life.

New Years Bingo Card 2024: Gold - Cal Thresher - Cal discovers how vindictive you can be after an indiscretion.

New Years Bingo Card 2024: Macallan 81 - Bill B - You and Bill ring in the new year with a 200k bottle of whiskey. (NSFW)

New Years Bingo Card 2024: Cherry - Mitch R - You ask Mitch to take your cherry.

New Years Bingo Card 24: Bang - Eddie D - Eddie's new year starts with a bang when a firework explodes in his face.

El Paso - Eddie D - You get one night with Eddie before he's forced to return to El Paso indefinately.

A Beautiful Widow - Goodie C - Goodie reflects on your history after the death of your husband.

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June Bug: Part II

Goodie’s ruined this thing between the two of you, he’s certain of it. 

Two dinner dates and just like that it’s over because of Carl fucking Caputo and the KC mafia. Goodie had invited you to attend the grand opening of the Bred 2 Buck last night and you had showed up, looking drop dead gorgeous as you typically do. You were dressed in a hunter green cocktail dress and matching heels. Your hair was once again in a braided updo with a golden lily tucked into the dark tresses. But you were nervous, cautious, wanting to speak with him immediately and privately when you arrived. 

“There’s a man out back, in the alleyway.” 

He had given you a reassuring smile. “This is why we have security.” 

“No, I know him. He’s from Kansas City. Goodie, he’s got a gun, I saw it under his jacket. He’s waiting for someone. You, Dwight, Mitch, I don’t know. Just,” you smoothed down the lapels of his suit jacket, “just be very, very careful.” 

He reached and gently touched your arm. “Hey, we know. It’ll be fine.” Then came the hard part of the conversation. “But I’m going to be handling this for the rest of the night most likely. I’m sorry.” 

You nodded with a tinge of resignation. “I understand.”  

“So what’s the plan, G-man?” 

Goodie pulls out a cigarette and lights it, rolling down the passenger side window of the truck. “What do you mean, Tyson?” 

“With your girl, what’s her name? April.” 

“June,” Bigfoot corrects. “June Wilson. Her family is quite well-known in Kentucky.” 

“Really?” That takes Goodie by surprise. You hadn’t mentioned anything about your family or being from Kentucky. It reminds him of how much he wants to learn about you. “How so?” 

“Her family are legends in the horse racing world. They’ve had three horses win the Kentucky Derby in the last ten years. A couple went on to win at the Preakness but then they were scratched at the Belmont. No triple crown winners but they’re billionaires off the stud fees alone.” 

“See, now that’s what I’m talking about,” Tyson speaks up from the back seat of the cab. “Million dollar horse juice.” 

“Tyson, it’s too early in the morning to be talking about this.” Goodie checks his phone for the fiftieth time and there’s still no notification from you. He had told you to stay with Margaret for the evening; Dwight assured him that he would make sure you got home safely. He was hoping for a text at least. Silence is not a good sign. 

“The kid did ask a good question,” Bigfoot says. “How are you going to make this up to her?” 

“I don’t know.” Goodie leans his head back and takes a deep drag on the cigarette. “Listen to me kid, you want to get into this life, this is something you need to know about it. Finding a woman who will put up with, let alone accept this kind of life, doesn't happen. Not often at least.” 

Tyson’s quiet for a moment. “I don’t know about that, G. I mean, she really loves you, like truly, won’t she stick by you, thick and thin, better or worse…” 

Goodie shakes his head. “I’m 55 and haven’t found her yet.” And it hasn’t been from lack of trying if he’s honest. 

“Maybe,” Bigfoot interjects. 

“Yeah, you don’t know that June is going to be uncool with you ducking on her.” 

“Questions are always asked and if they don’t like the answers or lack thereof, it’s over.” He sighs when the truck pulls onto the street where his apartment building is located. “There’s a cost to everything, Tyson, and you gotta be willing to pay it. Especially if you’re wanting to really live this life. You got a choice right now. Make sure you’re making the right one. ” 

“Or,” Bigfoot parks the truck along the curb, “she doesn’t care what the answers are and shows up with coffee and breakfast.” 

Goodie looks at the steps and sees you sitting there. You changed out of the dress and heels into a pull over, jeans, and boots. You have four coffees and two bags from the bagel shop a couple blocks away. He’s in shock. Never has this happened before. He’s still thinking the worst when he gets out of the truck, even with the smile that you greet him with. Even when you greet him with a brief kiss. You take two of the coffees and one bag and pass it through the still open window. 

“Thought you boys might appreciate some breakfast after a…long night.” 

Tyson is clambering into the passenger seat. “Oh, these are the good ones! Girl knows her bagels!” 

Bigfoot takes the coffees and puts them in the cup holders. “I think what he was trying to say was thank you. That’s very kind of you.” 

Fat chance of that happening as Tyson already has half an everything bagel shoved in his mouth. You laugh and wave goodbye to them before turning him. “I hope you don’t mind I waited for you.” 

He still feels like this is going to go South at any minute. “Of course not. It’s great seeing you.” 

You hand him a cup of coffee. “I know you’re probably tired and wanting to get some sleep, but I was hoping you would be free for dinner tonight. At my house.” 

He raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Your house, you’re sure?” He knows nothing of where you live. You’ve kept that a very close secret. Even Margaret had told him that there’s only one or two people who know where your house is located. This invitation is more than just a dinner invite. It’s a fucking huge sign of trust, especially knowing what he had just been doing tonight. You’ve accepted him and it leaves him with just one burning question. “Why?” 

You cross your arms over your chest and frown slightly. “I guess because I want to have a safe and comfortable place where we can talk. Openly.” 

“Openly?” 

“You’re not the only one who’s done…not quite legal things.” You give him a smile. “I like you, Goodie. A lot, actually. If this is going to work, we need to be honest, good, bad, and ugly. And I’ve got some ugly things in my closet.” 

“Is that why we need to meet at your house? So I can,” he gives you a cheeky grin, “check out your closet?” 

You let out a startled laugh and immediately clap your hand over your mouth. The tension in your face relaxes and a genuine smile replaces the seriousness. “Yeah, you could say that. So, will you come tonight and see if our skeletons can get along?” 

“Yes,” he slips an arm around you, tugging you against him. “I would love that.”