#John and Curt love their wife

[pinksiames]

Bucky/Buck/Curt but Curt and Bucky spoil Gale to the ends of the world

[balljointedpup]

Rundown

Babysitter reader accidentally falling asleep in Price’s bed only to wake up to a big man crawling up behind her and shoving her legs apart while murmuring his wife’s name :\\ too bad she can’t correct him because the pillow keeps muffling her screams. - prompt by ceilidho

Warning: dubcon/noncon themes (reader doesn't verbally agree to sex but has wanted to fuck John secretly), somno kink, dirty talk, drunk! Price, implied age gap, babysitter! Reader, Wife is named, cheating, p in v sex, no protection, John's a nasty dog, Price is sloshed and can barely hold off his orgasm

Did i write this instead of sleeping? Yes. Do I have regrets? Many. I just couldn't stop thinking about this and knew I had to atleast try my hand.

Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated! Part two is available!

Part 1 | part 2

You've been babysitting for the price family for almost a month now. A small bundle of joy surprisingly docile in your arms after the wailinig for the baby boy would have cradled in her embrace. You hated the glare Colleen would snap your way as soon as her son shushed. You weren't sure why, at first you chalked it up to coincidence. Just the baby being well- a baby. But then you let yourself linger in her presence and found yourself curling away from the sting in your nostrils from the strength of her perfume. A lovely brand you had no way to afford, truely she was a woman to envy. Even in her years she's aged like wine; Rosé to be exact. She was primped and refined. A polished diamond with every sharp edge pointed in your direction. The many necklaces she adorned on her neck were chunky and sparkled with real gems that surely John has gifted to her over their marriage. Though, it made an uncomfortable resting spot for the babe.

But little James had much to protest about the way his mother's nails were too long and dug into his soft skin. To cry and scream when her perfume was just too much. When her makeup smeared against his chubby cheek and the new texture roused him into another fit. Only soothed once back in the arms clad in soft cardigans and sweaters, the smell of gentle floral soap and smooth skin against his own.

You've heard Colleen before bark at John to find a new sitter making small comments about how her baby clearly hates her. How neither of the men in her life seem to want her presence always resulting in a heavy sigh from John, firm words of curt comfort but she'd just bare her teeth and curl her painted lips. Not taking his words as anything more than another spew of thoughtless support. Not stopping her cries of woe until John has enough and grit words of defence through his grinding teeth.

You tried not to listen in; it wasn't your business after all but you couldn't help but feel pity. Some days it was for Colleen, clearly stressed and trying to latch onto something she can't quite grasp. But other days you felt a deep pity for John; peering in with little James bouncing in your hold as he sat at the dining room table with his head in his hands. Shoulders sagging down with the weight of the world digging into them.

Poor little James having to hear all this. Often, you tried to keep him distracted with the jingle of your keys or read out of a storybook to drown out their thunderous voices.

There's been a time Johns found you like that, huddled up by the crib shushing and slowly rocking the baby to sleep. A storybook in your lap and a relieved slumped as you stare at James' sleeping face. And so, to avoid waking up his son, he'd get close to your ear, ruffling your hair and giving your shoulder a firm squeeze as he muttered, 'Good girl. Such a sweet girl for keeping him happy' and 'sorry you had to hear all that, love' as he insisted on slipping you another small stack of pound notes for the extra stress. No matter how many times you've tried to decline.

Just as many times you've tried to convince yourself you didn't touch yourself that night because of his words. You definitely didn't imagine him mumbling sweet nothing's of how good you are, so perfect and sweet for him. He was a married man, for God's sake!

A soon-to-be divorced one if things continued to persist the way they were.

You didn't dare let these feelings show; for fear of losing your job and the possible disdain that would cloud over his aged features that you'd have the audacity to think of him that way. Unable to bring yourself to even consider baring the thought of his disapproval. It was too much. It made your stomach twist in ways stressful university exams never did.

-- -- --

RIIIIING

You rose from your afternoon nap, a startled sound ripped from your throat. textbook and laptop discarded clumsily at the table. The sofa creaking as you pulled yourself up, eyes squinting as you tried to find your phone in the darkness. Eyes already aching from staring at your laptop screen for hours even when it grew dark. Took engrossed in finishing your assignment to care that you were in pitch black. Only napping to soothe the sting.

You plucked your phone from the floor and saw it was Colleen calling you. Your eyes widened as you hastily answered. "Mrs Price! Is everything okay?"

"I need you to come over as soon as possible, Im already running late to meet with the girls and I need someone to watch James."

Your brows pinched in confusion. Checking the time and saw it was 10 o'clock. Surely there had to be someone more local.

"where's John-?"

"being useless as always, drinking and leaving me to do all his shit for him."

Your eyes practically bulged out of your skull; sure you've heard her be nasty but this was the first time you've ever heard her be so brazen with her dislike for her husband. Her voice oozing with venomous spit as each word punched out from her throat.

You thought it would be for the best not to say anything. Swallowing what words of defence you had for John, you slid off your couch. "I'll- uh- I'll be on my way."

You slipped on your shoes and your warmest coat, thankful your keys already sat in its pocket. You rushed out of your door, having to cycle your way over. Usually you'd catch the bus and then cycle the rest of the way but night buses weren't running where you needed to go.

Never have you peddled so quickly. Your legs were on fire by the time you arrived and Colleen was hissing at you as she scurried out the door for how late you were making her. Muttering the whole time she got in her car and was driving off into the night. You stumbled into the house and immediately went upstairs to check on James and thankfully he was still sleeping.

Hours you spent waiting for John to return home or even Collen. Anyone to bid you off so you could go back home and sink into the plush of your bed. Sleeping on the sofa and then all that peddling has strung your body until you were nothing but knots. Sitting down almost the entire time as your legs protested to any further usage.

You only went into the bedroom to grab the spare baby monitor to check if it was still working, but you got nosey. Peeking around and finding colleens vanity, staring at the unflattering reflection. Your hair was a mess, and your clothes were screwed on your body. You could smell your sweat and it wasn't even hot. With great hesitance, you picked and sniffed at the collection of perfume that sat there. All were much too strong for your tastes until you found a bottle tucked into the very corner. It looked like it hadn't been touched for a while, not even half empty, but it wasn't old. The brand's logo was chipped at the edges, and the bottle was sealed the wrong way. You couldn't resist giving it a small sniff and were pleasantly surprised to find such a kind smell. It was vanilla and rose water; with a small bit to your lip and against all your better judgment. You sprayed a shy spritz on your neck and dabbed it into either side. Already feeling like a grander woman.

But your curiosity died as the king-sized bed seemed to be calling your name. Sheets are neatly folded, and pillows are fluffed. With James back asleep after some fuss and a diaper change you slinked into the covers with mumbled apologies.

Sleep claiming you faster than you ever expected, slumped heavily against the mattress as your nose was filled with John's scent. A heady mix of both his natural order and the shampoo he used. Your nose sinking into the pillow even in your dreams as you inhaled deeply. Happy hums filling the empty room before soft snores took their place.

-- -- --

John on the other hand was not so lovingly dozed off. He wasn't partying with friends and running his mouth about all his stresses. No he was haggard as he just barely pulled himself away from the sticky counter. The bartender muttering something along the lines of him getting back to the misses.

His misses.

He was nothing but a stubborn bastard. That was his ring on her finger and he couldn't swallow the uncomfortable bitter pill that was his reality. He's been finding his ring 'mistakenly' left on the bathroom counter. She was already bringing up divorce whenever he glared at her a second too long.

He couldn't have it. What kind of man would he be if he stood by and let her go prancing off. That was his wife. His.

His fist hit the counter with a determined sneer and he shoved himself away. Wobbling for a moment before he was able to muster his legs into a familiar march. His footsteps were unsteady but persistent in their journey. The bar was within walking distance and what was a little fresh air to help sober him up so he can face his woman how he should. Steel in his composure and fire burning in his eyes as he was going to-

To-

Fuck. There are so many things he's been wanting to do. It's been too long. Much too long without being in between her legs. The heat of a welcoming cunt was now foreign as he had to rub himself with the rough callouses of his hand. No amount of spit could replace the heavenly slick of a woman's arousal. Didn't sound the same when he fucked his fist. Didn't smell the same. Didn't feel the same.

She was truly a cruel woman. He could withstand her sneers and moaning, but to deprive him of the luxury of a husband was the devil's work. His own personal torment after so many years of bloodshed and muddled honors.

Perhaps if that walk was as sobering as he told himself it was, he would have noticed the car that was missing. The bike parked in its place. The tranquil quite of his home shattered, 2 am in the morning, as he heaved himself through the door and winced at the thud of the door. Pausing to hear any cries of his son or the pissed off yell of disappointment but he was met with nothing.

He lumbered through his house after kicking off his boots. His coat was thrown somewhere in the darkness as he crept up the stairs and shuffled into his bedroom. There, he saw the lump of a figure in his bed, and his brain clicked into gear. Licking his dry lips, he dusted his hands off his jeans, already undoing his belt as he stepped out of the fabric as soon as it pooled down to his ankles. Crawling onto the bed as he stared at the sleeping miss in his bed, eyes beyond blurred and too blinded by his determination, maybe he would have noticed the obvious differences between you and his wife.

He presses sloppy open mouth kisses to your shoulder. "Col- Colly, He slurred out as each kiss grew higher and higher. The untrimmed scruff of his mutton chops scratching against your cheek ear as he babbled in gruff murmurs. "Wake up, honey."

But he had no patience for his 'wife' to rise from her slumber. Your stirring only egged him on as he caged your slumbering body in with hands on either side of your shoulders. Moving the blanket down to reveal your covered form. He huffed in disapproval. "Tuckered out? Didn't even undress." He scolded but there was no heat to his words as he began to undo the buttons of your jeans and eased them down your legs. Shifting your shirt as high as he could before grunting as your unconscious form was no help.

"this why..you need me." His chest pressed heavily down onto your back as his large hands wandered along your curves. Pinching at the chub he didn't remember Colleen having but it's been so long he just dismissed it. "Keep ya nice and warm."

John couldn't wait any longer. Pushing your underwear to the side and his fingers curled against the fabric as he rutted against your silky folds through the fabric of his briefs. Like a dog in heat his hips grinded hard against your sex. His nose burying in your neck as he huffed the smell of perfume - he got her that for their anniversary. He knew she was still missing him. All that bullshit of insisting she'd never wear one of his gifts again. Throwing out jewelry that was now deemed tacky, all because he bought it, and clothes she just shunned as old news.

With a growl he yanked his boxers down as he grabbed his already half hard cock. Rubbing it through your glistening sex, already so wet for him. Perfect little wife. He didn't take long for him to chub to full mass as he huffed at the floral scent on your neck. "Gonna fix it- gonna fix everything-"

As soon as his cock pressed into your entrance you were startled awake. The sudden sting making your eyes pry open. Your breathing hitched as you heard John's voice mumbling something into your skin as you opened your mouth but he just shushed you. "None of that. Don't start, just need you tonight." He presses his hips frimer to your ass as the fat head of his cock speared your cunt. He groaned deeply with a curse knocked out of him. "So fucking tight-"

Your cheeks burned as you tried to squirm away from the blistering heat of your poor fluttering walls being pried apart by his sheer girth. Gasping into the pillow. With a huff John yanked you further down with a sharp tug on your underwear, his free hand pressing down on the back of your neck to keep you nice and arched. Any words you tried to squeak out immediately muffled.

"that's it, just open up for me, Coll." He cooed, the stretch of alcohol thick on his breath as he squeezed your neck. Feeling the way your pussy betrayed you, crying all over his big dick as you heard each grunt and groan rattle in your ears. Just able to hear it over the sound of your own heart thumping so loudly you thought for a moment it lodged itself into your skull. "Atta girl."

As soon as your ass was flush to his pelvis you let out a whimper. Clutching at the bedding your eyes squeezed shut. The pain faded into a dull numbness before the tug of a vein rubbing against your walls had you softly moaning. So full. You could barely breathe with how far it was pressed to your stomach. Surely shoving your organs up and lodging them into your throat. A knot tight in it as your eyes fluttered open.

Unable a moment to breathe as he guided you back onto his cock with every thrust that sent you jolting forward. The stitches of your underwear screamed as he set his pace. sloppy but reaching deep within. Kissing your cervix with each thrust as you trembled. Blinking you didn't even notice the tears that poured down your heated cheeks as you kept shaking your head. Any attempt of protest cut off by your own traitorous moan.

Fuck it feels good. Why must if feel so good. You've imagined what his cock would feel like but you never imagined this. Never thought you'd actually be feel it drill into your poor cunt as you sniffled and sobbed.

John could barely restrain himself. When did her pussy ever feel this good? So tight and clamping down on his cock as if it were the first time. Has it really been so long that her body became as foreign to him as it he was to her. That made his teeth grit as he panted. "Shit- gonna- fuuck-"

He didn't need to say if for you to know. Your stomach clenched as your thighs tried to squeeze tight together like that would stop anything. Not with his thick thighs spreading your legs wide and welcoming for him. "J-John-" you hiccuped.

Voice so strained it became high pitched. Needy. It made his head spin or maybe that was just the alcohol catching up to him. Groaning deep from within his chest as he flooded your tight hole with hot ropes of cum. Rolling his hips lazily with each squirt. "Sorry...been too long-" he kissed your shoulder and your cheek. "You feel like heaven, love."

But John was never a selfish lover. He let go of your underwear as he remained snugly slotted into your warmth. Relishing in its slick heat. Thick fingers finding your clit with startling ease as he rubbed in circles. Fast and his rhythm broken but with how your clit was already throbbing needily it didn't deter your body from singing out. Hands clawing at the pillow your face was buried against as you bucked into the friction. Shaking your head as you tried to fight off how good it felt.

Whines spilling out of you as you chanted pleas and curses but it all fell on deaf ears. "Ohh- oh!" You pulsed around him as your own orgasm tightened in your lower belly. No matter how much you tried to deter it, John was insistent of your pleasure.

"c'mon on, Coll, make a mess on my cock." He cooed as he pressed more of his weight down into your back to keep you from squirming too much. "Know you miss it."

You cried out as it crashed over you. Stars filling your already blurry vision as stray droplets of tears fell down. The cover of the pillow damp with your tears and specks of drool you desperately tried to swallow down.

Both of you just laying there for awhile. You were stiff as a rock and he was slowly rolling his hips. Fucking his cum deeper into you with more kisses to your sticky skin. His hand weaving up to your hair as he tugged your head from the pillow. Blinking sluggishly as he expected to be greeted with the face of his wife but instead he was met with his babysitter. Cheeks streaked with tears and your lips parted with a small gloss of drool. Sniffling as your eyes latched to his dumb stare. Just looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

"you're not my wife."

[sagesolsticewrites]

Masters of the Air Masterlist

Major Gale “Buck” Cleven

Kiss It Better? 💋 - my very first MOTA drabble based on the prompts “boo boo kisses” & “ pet names” (base nurse!reader)

Kiss It Better pt 2 💋 - That lipstick mark leads to a surprising turn of events 👀

Major John “Bucky” Egan

Oblivious - Bucky’s been trying to get your attention for months now, but you continue to misinterpret his romantic advances as friendship. Everyone else on base is tired of seeing you two dance around each other, and they decide to take matters into their own hands.

Homecoming - John finally returns home to his girl (based on the prompt “carrying the other one in their arms”)

requests are open!

Lt. Harry Crosby

Just Say Yes - Tooth-rotting fluff based on the prompt “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.” “What about today?”

Harry Crosby Certified Wife Guy™️ - minific about Croz being head over heels for his wife and the entire 100th knows it

Dear… - A series of letters from one Lt. Harry Crosby to his wife 🤍 (a sort-of continuation of Just Say Yes, but can be read as a standalone!)

A Little Fire - In which Harry Crosby shows his wife exactly how much he appreciates her 😏 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Heat Wave - It’s the hottest summer Iowa’s had in a while. Your husband wears shorts. It gets even hotter (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

In My Arms - Sometimes your husband just needs to be held. (lots and lots of fluff) (coauthored with Winnie!)

Yes, Major - … I mean. Do I even need to say it? 👀 Dom!Croz (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

requests are open!

Sgt. Ken “Kenny” Lemmons

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Lt. Curtis “Curt” Biddick

To The Rescue - in which your friends drag you out to a bar against your will, but you meet a certain soldier that makes it worth it

requests are open!

Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal

Take A Break - Rosie runs into a childhood friend at the flak house

Welcome Home - Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him 🫠 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

It’s Been A Long, Long Time series:

Kiss Me Once - The moment you’ve been anxiously awaiting is finally here — your boyfriend Rosie Rosenthal finally arrives home

Kiss Me Twice - You and Rosie finally have a “proper reunion” 😏😉 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Kiss Me Once Again - Rosie takes you to his apartment for a proper date night away from his family 😏 (18+ minors dni!)

requests are open!

Captain John Brady

Brady’s Smash Wagon - Your boyfriend (Captain John Brady) takes you (his Red Cross girlfriend) to see his Flying Fortress. Shenanigans ensue 👀 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Love’s Light Wings - John Brady x Juliet Thompson (OFC)

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requests are open!

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Sundress - in which date night takes a turn when Anthony sees the outfit you’ve chosen (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Lipstick Kisses - the sweetest, spiciest Anthony fic y’all ever saw (feat… uh, Things Happening in cars 👀) written by my bestie Winnie!!! (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Pillow Talk - Anthony is in desperate need of rest & relaxation when he returns home from his latest project, and you’re more than happy to provide it. (coauthored with Winnie!!!)

Come and Kiss Me - Anto takes you as his date to the Oscars. Things get very soft and veryyyy spicy (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

The Stache Fic - Anto grows a mustache. You like it… a lot. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Better Kind of Best Friend - Anthony, your friend-with-benefits, stops by for an impromptu visit after an interview. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

No Rush - just a soft lil makeout blurb <3

Freckle Kisses - very short very sweet lazy morning blurb

Waking Up Next to You - soft lazy morning smut <3 (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

i thought we had no chance (and that’s romance) - You resolve to tell Anthony about your feelings— with surprising results. (Part Two to Better Kind of Best Friend) (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

[mamasturn]

forever yours, major gale cleven

pairing: major gale cleven x eden marie cleven (amor aeternus universe on @saturnville)

content: Eden writes her husband a letter while he's deployed.

an: @turn-thy-paige had the idea to create a mini letter-writing series for John, Gale, and Curt. they've been done for a while, but I'm finally getting around to posting Gale's. + also, I changed Judy from the amor aeternus to Eden to have cohesiveness across both pages. hope you enjoy &lt;3

tags: to maintain your place on the taglist, you're expected to interact! @turn-thy-paige @neeville @ineedafictionalman @ihe4rtisa @lovebyceleste

To my beloved, Gale, the note read. 

Gracie saw your picture today on the dresser. She said your name. I’ve been hearing Dada all day. She cried until I let her hold the frame. She’s been running around the house with it all day. I wish you were here to hear it but at least you’ll hear it nonstop when you return. 

She looks a lot like you now. Her eyes get bluer by the day. I was hoping she’d have brown eyes like me, but, it’s okay. She still has my complexion and curly hair. A perfect blend of our love. 

We’re adjusting to you being gone. It’s still difficult, but, days aren’t as long and I can sleep through the night. Partly because I sleep in your clothes, but whatever brings comfort, right? 

Also, I have a surprise! I put pictures in the envelope.

Curiously, Gale’s fingers rummaged through the envelope. Two pictures snapped in grainy color. In the first photo, Gracie was on her mother’s hip, a dimpled smile on her face. They looked so happy, filled with joy as they stood in front of the house they’d made a home. Gale smiled. 

The second was a photo of his wife. She stood in front of the couch in their living room. On her body was a loosely fitted dress, one of her favorites. But, with her hands cupped around her midsection, he saw it. Her growing belly. The smile on her face was brighter than the sun. Another gift on the way. 

Gale bit along the corner of his lips as his eyes watered. His eyes shifted back to the letter.

Baby number two is on the way! I can’t believe I let you get me pregnant again. Anyway, doctors say I’m four months along, so there’s still some time. I’m just praying you’re home for the baby’s birth like you were for Gracie. But if anything, you’re always here in our hearts. 

I’m already thinking of names but I’ll save that for when I hear back from you. 

I love you, Gale. Gracie loves you. Baby loves you. Stay safe and make it home in one piece or I’ll kill you. 

Gale chuckled. How contradictory. 

I’ll see you soon.

Forever yours, 

Eden Marie

[brotherwtf]

Could you write something for canon era Clegan - [ FAMILY ]: watching the sender interacting fondly with others, the receiver (from afar) takes a moment to take a closer look at their relationship?

bringing back John's family and some hopeless pining!!! gotta love it

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"My ma wants you to come up and stay with us for a couple of days, wants to meet the legend himself," John proudly proclaimed when he had called Gale the summer after the war ended.

Gale bit his lip and peered into the kitchen where Marge was cooking dinner, ring shining cruelly on her finger. Hearing John's deep and comforting voice while smelling Marge's cheery perfume was causing his stomach to flip, his mind to go fuzzy. He shouldn't be blushing at the thought of John inviting him to his home, especially with the wedding so close.

"I'll have to ask Marge, we still have a lot of wedding planning to do," Gale mutters, wishing he had a toothpick to worry his teeth on.

Gale can hear John breathe out a laugh into the receiver, can almost see him shake his head in amusement.

"My ma's not gonna take no for an answer, I hope you know that, Gale,"

And that's how Gale found himself in the Egan dining room, cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling at John's sisters and his mother, and especially when John would include him in the jokes. He couldn't help but flush when John's twin would say something incredibly crass, or when John's older sister would compliment Gale's looks, smiling and nodding along at the kind words. He flushed harder when John joined in on the compliments, called Gale the best darn pilot in the hundredth, and probably the prettiest too. Gale knew John's tongue was loosened by drink, didn't think he meant all of that stuff, but when John's hand stays firmly on his thigh, he can't help but let his mind wander.

It was after dinner when the lamplight was low and words were slowed from good food and drink that Gale let himself take a step back. John had his arm draped on the back of Gale's chair, body heat seeping into Gale's as he lightheartedly talked to his mother. He waved his arms around animatedly, recalling some story about him and Curt doing something foolish on base, a story Gale couldn't help but smile at.

For a moment, Gale truly believed that this was his and John's home, their table and their dinner, John's mother stopping by with well wishes, his sisters staying in their guest rooms, and when Gale and John would retire for the night they would go to the same bed. It feels so real that he doesn't realize it's a fantasy he's found himself in until John's mother asks Gale about Marge.

"It's... it's good. We're still planning everything for the wedding," Gale mutters, wanting to kick himself when John looks away from him and takes another sip from his heartily poured glass of whiskey.

"That's good darling, you should convince John to settle down, can't seem to get him to be interested in finding a wife. The only person he seems to have been so interested in is you, darling," His mother muses, taking a sip from her own generous amount of whiskey.

Gale can feel John's arm tense behind him as he scolds his mother, says she doesn't know what she's talking about, but Gale pauses to chew on the words.

What would a life be like with John? Gale knew that his stomach twisting at John's words and the flush that creeped onto his face whenever John touched him so casually was not normal, especially not normal for a man to be married. His and John's friendship had always been far from normal, John was always so casual with his touches and his affection, especially when he had something to drink. The way John hung off of Gale, the way John's affection rolled so easily off of his tongue, it wasn't normal.

But when John's mother bid them a good night and left them in the dining room together, when John turned to him with deep blue eyes that reflected the low lamplight, with something Gale couldn't quite understand, something deeper than a friendly stare, maybe Gale didn't want what they had to be normal.

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MOTA Men & Infertility

MOTA Men & Infertility Part 2

MOTA Men Taking Care of You When You're Sick

MOTA Men When Their S/O Has A Tattoo

MOTA Men w/a tomboy S/O

MOTA Headcanons in the Modern Age

MOTA Men w/Relationship Issues

MOTA Men w/A Girl Who Lost Her Eye

[morriganravenclaw]

Ok picture this bucky fixing bucks tie because it was crooked or something else on his uniform and that's not something unusual because he helps all of the man with their uniforms. But curt being the little shit he is decides to tease him about it , saying something among the lines.

" thank God you have the wife here to help you, buck " they all laugh about it but for the next couple days bucky can't stop thinking about It.

And gale clocks it because of course he does , he can pick up his moods just as well bucky knows his . And when John egan is uncharacteristically quieter you will notice .

And he probs bucky about it and all he gets back is a mumbled " curts comment " .

Buck would reply back lighthearted

" what you being my wife , you'd make a great wife bucky, always taking care of me "

He really only meant to tease him to make him laugh , what he doesn't expect is a strangled gasp from bucky and for his pupils to be completely blown out .

Something Something slight feminization kink Something Something bucky is madly in love. Something Something buck calling bucky his good housewife , WHAT ?

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Ok so we have DILF!Gale thanks to @avonne-writes and I love him to bits but this au made me think: what about DILF!John?

Single dad John who split with his wife/girlfriend (I'm thinking amicably but it also could've been rough) because things weren't going well anymore but they have a kid and John just loves being a father, he's a proud owner of a "Best Dad in the World" mug and all that.

So he's juggling coparenting a young child and trying to get some kind of social life back now that he's single, and maybe Curt invites him some place one night and he meets Gale.

Gale who's been with Marge for years before coming to terms with his homosexuality and is now rejecting anything that reminds him of a traditional relationship, like marriage and especially children.

Gale and John hit it off right away, and maybe John doesn't explicitly state that he has a kid but keeps referring to them (the decision wether it's a boy or a girl is still pending but I'm thinking girl) with funny nicknames and Gale can't picture John as a father so he just assumes John's talking about his dog — he know he has one because he's showed him pictures, while he didn't show him his child because he's very cautious about that stuff.

So they start hanging out, they have sex a few times, and the thing progresses well so after a while they decide to bring their relationship to the following step; for John, it means introducing Gale and his child.

Gale almost has a heart attack when he finds out John has a child ("How could you not know?? I talk about them all the time!" "You called them my sweet potato how was I supposed to know you were talking about your child and not your dog?!") and at first he backs the hell up because it's not that he doesn't like children, they're nice, but he doesn't want to have one. And being with John would mean have a child too and it's just too much for him right now.

Cue to lots of mutual pining, John's assumption that he cannot be loved (yeah he's always a drama queen), Gale's realization that he can have a family if it's with someone he loves (yeah he's always a bit dumb with feelings)... all that and more, until a happy ending is reached!

Thoughts?

[d0youc0py]

Omg hi!! Could you do make a pt 2 of fights and fast cars?... Maybe the reader divorcing John Price and well... not forgiving him for what he's done?

If you asked anyone what Captain John Price was most proud of in his whole life, they knew without a doubt his answer would have something to do with you. He took such pride in you and his relationship with you. He lived off of the way you looked at him. The way he was able to keep that lovestruck glint in your eye no matter how long the two of you had been together. He reveled in the feelings he got when someone asked him how he was able to keep someone like you so infatuated with him. He couldn’t help but puff his chest when someone came to him for relationship advice, because there was one thing no one could ever deny:

John Price was a fantastic Husband.

He was a fantastic husband.

That night changed everything. He took the easy way out. Leaving an ‘I’m sorry’ note on the fridge before he left for three months. The first week he was away he had the chance to call you. Pour his heart out, beg you for forgiveness. Remind you how much he loves you. How he would kill and be killed for you in a heartbeat. Yet he just stood there. Staring at the small burner phone in his shaking palm.

He hated himself enough for the both of you.

Everyone quickly noticed the shift. The always present loveglow he had was completely gone. He was a ghostly color- besides the red the that never left his eyes. He was completely dead. Only speaking to bark something out. They didn’t know the pain he was in. His heart constantly constricting in his chest. He wasn’t able to sleep because all he could think about was the sobs that left your body that night. He could hear them all the way from the living room. The look of complete and utter heartbreak as you watch the love of your life beat you down with words. He had shattered your world completely. He knew the comfort you found in him. He was a natural protector and he scared you more than anyone ever had. It was the most torturous experience of his life. Yet all he did was sit there and let silent tears roll down his face.

He hated himself enough for the both of you.

That still doesn’t mean he was prepared for the sealed envelope on his desk. He shook his head choosing not to believe it even as his eyes skimmed over the words: Petition for Divorce. He calmly got up and locked his office door- spending the rest of the day getting drunk and sobbing in the dark room.

He ended up throwing the papers away.

Another envelope arrived on his desk exactly five days later. The same contents inside.

He threw those away too.

He thought maybe if he ignored it it would go away. You were upset at him- rightfully so- and this was your way of getting back at him. Threatening to take away the most important thing in his life, you. It was five days later when a man appeared standing outside his office.

“John Price?”

“No.” He responded quickly.

“You’re not John Price?” The man’s brows furrowed.

“I don’t want whatever it is you have.” John growled, unlocking the door to his office. The man followed him inside not waiting for an invitation. The room smelled heavily of tobacco. Cigarettes and cigars had been put out all over the room and dodging empty bottles was a workout in its own. The man looked around the room like he was collecting evidence against John. Maybe he was.

“You’ve made that clear.” The man sighed. “I’m Henry Sullivan of Sullivan and sons”-

“Are you a Sullivan or a son?” John sneered, leaning back in his desk chair. Henry offered him a curt smile.

“I know this is a rough time for you.” Henry empathized taking another slow look around the room. “This is what your wife wants though.”

John’s face curled, he jaw clenched tightly. The tears seemed to be never ending as his eyes welled up again.

“No she doesn’t.” John responded. “She’s punishing me- which I deserve. But she doesn’t want this.” He spat.

“John.” Henry sighed. He took it upon himself to clean off a seat and sit across from John. “Your wife describe to me what happened that night. I think she’s being very generous in her asking for alimony given how things ended. If you don’t take this deal then we’ll have to take another course of action that’ll cost you much, much more.”

“She can have it.” John sighed. “I’m not signing the papers.”

Henry sighed and nodded his head.

“You’re just going to hurt her more John.” Henry groaned, standing up. John shooks his head, continuing his streak of denial. “You still have seventy days to sign those papers before she is automatically granted a divorce.”

John’s head snapped up.

“How can she get a divorce if I don’t sign it?”

“You can’t force someone to be with you John.” Henry closed the door behind him.

You can’t force someone to be with you.

Those words rang over and over in his mind. A dark cloud of shame fell over John for what seemed like the millionth time in the past three weeks. A pained groan left his lips. His head was throbbing, his eyes burned and he had forgotten how it felt to not have a wince worthy ache in his chest.

He meant it when he said you could have everything. All he needed was a hundred a week to spur his addictions. You could have all the money in the account- and any money that would be deposited in the future. He could live in his office.

Maybe he could get your wedding album. He doubted that you would want it anyways. It would just be a reminder of how he let you down.

There was a knock at the door. Groaning he stood up, his feet kicking bottles across the room as he walked.

“For you Captain.” A mail girl held up a neatly sealed envelope for him. He didn’t bother any pleasantries and shut the door.

“It never fucking ends.” He grumbled. Yet he didn’t want it to end. That would mean you were gone. No return address. He ripped it open.

When did you give up so easily?

Your handwriting. He sunk to the ground, catching himself enough to stumble to the couch.

I really mean that little to you?

You meant everything to him.

Please sign the papers so we can both move on.

He would never be able to move on.

He placed the paper gently on the desk grabbing a pen and paper of his own.

Three hours and twenty seven pages later- he was finished. He had poured everything out. Tears stained the paper- showing his sincerity. Spelling mistakes and messy handwriting a sign of his urgency. You had been right. He’d been treating you like you were the one who was in the wrong.

He sealed the papers, brushing past people as he made his way down to the mail room.

He didn’t know if this would fix anything.

He couldn’t bear the thought of you thinking you meant so little to him.

Even if you divorced him and this letter didn’t change anything. He would spend the rest of what little life he had making sure you knew how much you meant to him.

Part One: Here

[paranormaltheatrekid]

pulp musicals headcanon dump

I’m sorry for being mentally unwell about all of these characters, but this is the website to do so on.

-Taavi was a massive wife like curt mega levels of wifeguy. Ahlaam was his whole world and he made it everyone’s problem.

-Anna and John are both fluent in German. They have conversations in German that confuse the fuck out of everyone, and Anna also uses it to swear at people (ie Charles)

-Margaret plays either cello or violin. Maybe viola. Some string instrument. I have no idea why I feel this way. I just do.

-Morgan calls AJ dad. This is truth to me. You cannot change my mind.

-Addison and Dakkar became friends after the destruction of the blazing world. Addison had lost people and Dakkar was there for her. It didn’t matter that used to be a prince.

-The twins made the 1800s equivalent of comic books at some point. I don’t know if they were any good at drawing, i just think they’d love comics.

[bcolfanfic]

is hambone apart of the yv au?

he is!! see this post for what he's up to for the most part bahaha

still developing him more but. was a part of the EOD crew in bagram and in my head got pretty tight with brady (: i translated his mota injury to this by making him lose an eye, as reflected in that ^ tiktok lmao. he loves popping out his glass eye like a party trick and once the yv gaggle is at the point where there's a bunch of kids running around they have to tell him to cut it out bc he does it it front of liddol sawyer and sawyer BAWLS lmfao. also bc curt gets jealous that the other kids think the glass eye is cooler than his prosethic leg

rachel and i kept him with his 'canon' wifey bc her irl lore is fun and i wove her <3 geri <3

post war when he's first back in the states he kinda similar to jamie really struggles with adjusting back to normal life. has a better support system than jamie initially does re: his wife which helps but. still has a lot of struggles.

long ago before benny was fully fleshed out one of my initial ideas i kicked around for him was him going MIA and falling off the grid bc he had a public episode and wound up in a state hospital long term. ended up scrapping that idea for benny but (: repurposing it (: for hambone (:

poor love. scares the everloving shit ouf his wife when he goes for a walk and just doesn't come home and it takes some time for her and the guys to figure out he's in the hospital bc of him being so cagey with the staff there. gale shows up first and ham is ): about it. feels a little taken aback that they were even bothering to look for him. </3

show wise i thought gale and john were so dadTM over hambone and i loveee that concept as applied to young vets. their grown up son before their actual son is a grown up.

[fantasyandromancelover]

Spider-Man AU Act 1

Inspired by literally every movie and TV adaption of Spider-Man there is, and in a case where there are not one but three main heroes.

Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Raimi’s Version) - Alastor

Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Webb's Version) - Angel Dust

Peter Parker/Spider-Man (MCU Version) - Moxxie

Mary-Jane Watson - Charlie

Gwen Stacy - Vaggie

Michelle Jones - Millie

Harry Osborn - Blitzo

Ned Leeds - Fizzarolli

Uncle Ben and Aunt May - Alastor's parents

J Jonah Jameson - Husk

Norman Osborn/The Green Goblin - Adam

Dr. Curt Conners/The Lizard - Asmodeus

Dr. Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus - Sir Pentious

Max Dillion/Electro - Travis

Adrian Toomes/The Vulture - Chazwick

Flash Thompson - Striker

John Jameson - Vortex

Liz Alan - Queen Bee

P.S I stink at hero and villain names.

In 1980, Etienne, Henrion, and Carlo "Crimson" Hansen were brothers who started out as petty thieves living on the streets. But later in life they were employed by a mysterious crime lord who dealt in illegal experimentation, drug smuggling, and seizing control of other corporate businesses. As they years went by Henrion and Crimson revealed in the money and power that organized crime gave them but Etienne gradually grew to regret it upon seeing just how dangerous their boss's operations were and even more so after he fell in love his long-time girlfriend Marie. In time all three brothers had one son, Etienne's and Crimson's were born through marriage while Henrion's came from a one night stand with a hooker. When Etienne became a father he decided to quit and live a life of honest work, begging his brothers to the same for their sons but they both refused.

Then a year later in 1986, Etienne received a call from Crimson's wife begging him to come help her, insisting that her husband has gone mad and that she needs to escape with her child. Etienne agrees to help but knows his brothers will seek retribution, so he arranges for himself, his family, his sister in-law, and his nephew to go into hiding until the heat dies down. Unfortunately when he goes to get Crimson's wife and one year old son he finds her dead, having been killed by Crimson and is knocked out. When he wakes up he learns that Henrion and Crimson have kidnapped his own son and later discovers that all three boys were being used as test subjects for their boss's experiment to advance human D.N.A. Apparently older test subjects were unable to survive the effects and younger ones were suspected to have a stronger system. Engraged that his brothers would stoop to this Etienne kills them both, takes his nephews to raise his own alongside his son, and left town with his family to start a new life, changing their name from Hansen to Devalcourt.

Fourteen years later, seventeen year old cousins Alastor and Anthony "Angel" and their fifteen year old cousin Maximus "Moxxie" have been brought up in a loving and nurturing environment provided by Etienne and Marie and all three are blessed with extremely high IQ's and intellectual gifts. But upon reaching the teen years they develop their own personal issues. Alastor is a socially awkward nerd who is constantly mocked and bullied by his peers, Angel is a rebellious punk who acts out to deal with feelings of abandonment and is belittled by most of his teachers, and Moxxie is always trying to fit in only to constantly be rejected. Despite this they do have some friends. Alastor’s rich high school classmate Blitzo who's father is the owner of a corporate company, Moxxie’s fellow theater geek Fizzarolli who is also bullied due to being held back several years, and the boys’s beautiful next door neighbor and childhood friend Charlotte “Charlie", who Alastor has secretly been in love with since he was six.

One day the school takes a field trip to a genetics lab run by Doctor Asmodeus Rapha, a brilliant scientist and former science teacher for the boys, and among the few to recognize Angel’s potential. Asmodeus unveils his latest invention for all to see, the Neogenic Recombinator, a device that crosses science with spiritual forces to create a whole new form of healing and advancing one's natural abilities. However the effects of the device have so far be unstable due to the fact that all the recent test subjects of it can't handle to extreme change in their blood and D.N.A. They are also introduced to Asmodeus's workers Travis and Chazwick, his pretty young intern and Charlie's best friend Vaggie who takes an instant dislike of the boys, believing them to be trouble makers.

During a tour of the lab, Stiker the school bully and his gang grab Moxxie and drag him off somewhere to beat him up. Alastor and Angel come to his defense which results in a fight breaking out and one of them hitting the Neogenic Recombinator. The device is turned on and it hits Alastor, Angel, and Moxxie with a blast but nothing seems to happen to them so they quickly run home, to avoid getting into trouble. However in actuality they have been given super natural, demonic, powers and skills without any negative side effects due to their blood and D.N.A having been made stronger cause of the experiments made on them at a young age. All three have super-strength and genius level intelligence but Alastor can control and morph with shadows, produce tendrils as a means to climb and swing, and his given heightened senses. Angel has advanced speed and agility, instinctive combat skills, and producing a paralyzing venom. And Moxxie can shapeshift, has healing and regenerative powers, and can build any form of device, weapon, or force.

At first the boys just use their powers to benefit themselves. With Angel using his to intimate local thugs who mugged him for money, Moxxie getting revenge on Striker and hid gang, and Alastor signing up for a wrestling match to win a thousand dollars, money which he intends to use to help his parents with their money problems. Charlie happens to notice that Alastor and his cousins are acting different and she informs Etienne and Marie of her worries. Etienne, secretly fearing that they might make the same mistake he and his brothers made, has a talk with all three of them but Moxxie and Angel get angry and snap at him to stop trying to be their father. When he talks to Alastor, just before dropping him off at what he thinks is a trip to the library, Etienne confesses to Alastor the whole story about him and his brothers. He warns him that while in the beginning they were only trying to take care of themselves and their family, in the end it lead them down at dark path of murder and betrayal. Then he tells Alastor that as the oldest he has to look after the family should something happen to Etienne and he gives his son the advice "With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility." Alastor only brushes off the advice, telling his father that he has no responsibility to Angel or Moxxie because technically they're not his brothers and unlike his father, he didn't choose to look after them. That was just saddled on him.

Turns out Alastor had lied to his father about going to the library and was really going to the wrestling match he secretly signed up for. With his powers, he easily beats his opponent and wins the match but is cheated out of the money by the crooked sponsor. Shortly after said sponsor is robbed and Alastor let's the thief get away as revenge. Later as Alastor waits for his father to pick him up, he discovers that a car jacker shot his father and Etienne dies in his son's arms. Heartbroken and enraged, Alastor hunts down the murderer but is horrified to find that the killer is the same thief he let get away. Alastor is now condemned with guilt, convinced that his father's death was his fault and Angel and Moxxie are also stricken with guilt for how they treated their uncle. At Etienne's funeral Charlie, Blitzo, Fizzaroli, and Vaggie comfort the boys and Marie. Alastor then swears on his father's grave that he'll make things right and always look after the family no matter what.

Meanwhile Blitzo has always felt neglected by his father and is desperate to win his approval. So desperate that he begins taking drugs to be good at sports and become a star athlete, ditching his real friends to hang with the popular crowd, and sets out to woo Charlie despite knowing that Alastor has loved her for years. Charlie tells Blitzo that she's not sure if she wants to be his girlfriend but she agrees to date him to see where this goes. At the moment Charlie isn't really looking for a relationship, she's too busy trying to achieve a career in acting yet unfortunately no one really supports that dream except for her Vaggie, Moxxie, and Alastor. One night Charlie has a fight with her father over her career choice and Alastor invites her out to comfort her. As they talk Charlie confesses that she always admired Etienne for being a devoted and supportive father, calling him a hero to which Alastor agrees. He then confesses that he believes himself to be a disappointment to his father and that he may never be the man he wanted him to be. But Charlie just kindly assured him that he's better than he thinks and that someday he'll be a hero just like Etienne was.

This inspires Alastor, Agnel, and Moxxie to honor Etienne's wish for them to be good men by using their powers to defend the innocent from evil. Donning masked costumes, they fight crime and save lives as honorable vigilantes with demonic powers and skills. This earns them the names the Demon Deer, the Spider Sinner, and the Incredible Imp. However despite their heroics, newspaper publisher Husk is convinced that the three of them are villains and vows to find proof as this by hiring Alastor as the newspaper's photographer due to him being the only one able to get a clear picture of the heroes. Meanwhile Angel decides to clean up his punk act by taking up an internship with Asmodeus which allows him to work alongside Vaggie who is soon impressed by his hidden genius and Moxxie helps Charlie further her acting career by getting her involved wit his acting trope.

Unknown to everyone including Blitzo, his father Adam is secretly the crime lord Etienne used to work for years ago and has been building his own criminal empire to run the city. At some point Adam decides that he wants to use the Neogenic Recombinator on himself despite Asmodeus's warnings of the danger. The device does in fact give Adam supernatural powers and skills but because his body and D.N.A has no immunity or stabilizing factor like Alastor and his cousins do, he is driven insane and becomes a villain known as the Dark Archangel. At a world unity fair where Adam was supposed to meet his son and Charlie, the Dark Archangel arrives and assassinates a rival crime boss attending the event. Alastor as the Deer Demon fights him but has to let him escape when Charlie falls from a building amidst the chaos. He catches her in time and she can't help but feel that there's something familiar about her savior.

Adam continues to plan the murders of his competition but many of his attempts are thwarted by Deer Demon, Spider Sinner, and the Incredible Imp. Eventually he realizes he can't take all three of them so he kidnaps his employees Asmodeus, Travis, and Chazwick and uses the Neogenic Recombinator to mutate them into villains that he unleashes on to the city to distract the heroes. Travis and Chazwick are both gleefully embrace their new, sadistic identity but Asmodeus tries to fight it and goes to Angel and Vaggie for help. The two of them and Alastor keep him secretly contained and run experiments on him into order to find a cure for the mutation. During this Angel and Vaggie grow closer and after a surprise kiss, they start a relationship. Alastor and Charlie grow closer too much to Blitzo's jealousy. On a rainy night, Alastor and Charlie share a romantic moment just after a failed audition where he encourages her to keep holding on to her dreams. She walks home alone but Alastor notices some men following her and sneaks after them through the shadows. The men try to gang rape Charlie but the Deer Demon saves her again. Thinking that it was Alastor who saved her, she kisses him in the rain but is shocked and embarrassed when they part and she sees that it's not Al. Or so she thinks.

At Thanksgiving, Charlie, Vaggie, Fizzarolli, Blitzo, and his father are invited to spend the holiday with the boys and Marie. At first the dinner goes well but then Adam sees a photo of Etienne, recognizing him as his former employee which rouses suspicion. He also finds out that Charlie happens to be the daughter of his ex fiance Lilith who left him to be with his best friend Lucifer from college. Adam suddenly starts acting rude, berates Blitzo and reveals that he's been taking drugs, taunts Moxxie about his father killing his mother, and calls Charlie a gold-digging whore. Moxxie runs off with Fizzarolli following to comfort him and Charlie is reduced to tears. Blitzo doesn't defend any of them out of fear but Alastor respectfully tells Adam to leave and warns him never to speak that way about his family or Charlie again. When Adam is gone Blitzo tries to comfort Charlie but she rejects him and retreats into Alastor's arms, seeing that he only was interested in her to impress his father.

Adam, having never known that any of the Hansen brothers had children until now, uses his illegal connections to pull up concealed information about their background and discovers the experiments done on the boys. This causes him to deduce that Alastor, Angel, and Moxxie are the Deer Demon, the Spider Sinner, and the Incredible Imp. He chooses to punish them by striking at their hearts and preying on the people they love most. First he has Chazwick attack Fizzarolli and force unstable drugs into his system which leads to an overdose. Next he has Travis release Asmodeus and set him up to be hunted and put down by animal control. Finally as The Dark Archangel, he breaks in and terrifies Marie to the point that she has a heart attack. Alastor and Charlie stay at the hospital to look after Marie and Fizzarolli while Moxxie and Angel look for Asmodeus and the other villains.

At some point Blitzo comes to the hospital to apologize and make amends but backs out upon seeing Alastor and Charlie embrace. He goes home that night and reveals to his father that Charlie prefers Alastor over him and that Alastor has always loved her. This reminds Adam of when Lilith chose Lucifer over him and he assumes that Alastor and Charlie purposely hurt his son. He kidnaps Charlie and uses her as bait to lure Alastor to the Brooklyn Bridge. Alastor goes there as the Deer Demon and finds the Dark Archangel holding her and a tram car of children hostage. He forces Alastor to choose whom he wants to save and drops them both but Alastor manages to save both Charlie and the children. Adam refusing to let him win, sends Chazwick, and Travis to kill them all but though Angel and Moxxie arrive just in time to hold them off long enough for Alastor to get everyone to safety.

During this Vaggie finally creates a cure and sets out to use it. She finds Asmodeus and cures him just before his shot by the authorities then races to the bridge to cure the others. But things soon take a tragic turn. As Moxxie is curing Chazwick, Travis electrocutes him to the point that he can't move and throws Vaggie from the bridge. Angel catches her with his webbing but he finds her motionless and unresponsive. And Adam grabs Alastor and subjects him to a brutal beating him. However when Adam brags about how he will kill his mother, his cousins, his friends, and for last subject Charlie to a slow and painful death, Alastor becomes so enraged that he gains the upper hand, and nearly kills him. Adam reveals himself and begs for forgiveness while subtly getting his glider ready to impale Alastor from behind. Warned by his senses, he dodges the attack, and the glider mortally impales Adam instead. Adam dies with a torn piece of the Deer Demon's suit in his hand and when Blitzo later finds it on his father's body, he assumes the Deer Demon killed his father and swears revenge.

In the end Chazwick and Travis are cured and arrested for their crimes while Asmodeus is given proper treatment. Marie and Fizzarolli both recover but the incident at the bridge leaves Vaggie comatose and Moxxie paralyzed from the waste down, unknown if he'll ever walk again. Blaming himself for what happened to Vaggie, Angel gives up being the Spider Sinner and a protective Alastor forbids Moxxie from ever being the Incredible Imp again, choosing to take the burden on his own. Charlie confesses to Alastor that she loves him and they kiss, but he feels he must protect her from the attention of his enemies. So he hides his true feelings and tells Charlie that they can only be friends. She sadly accepts this but is left wondering if there's more to what he said due to the familiarity of their kiss. Alastor goes with Angel to visit Moxxie in the hospital all while recalling his late father's words and accepting his responsibility as the Deer Demon.

[aneurinallday]

Green Eyes

Chapter 12: The Party

Shortly after, the bell rang for Christmas dinner. As the guests filed into the dining hall, the sight of a banquet greeted them - not just roast turkey but duck, goose, guinea fowl, pheasant, and quail, surrounded by roasted and scalloped potatoes, steamed and caramelised vegetables, and elegant gravy boats.

Thomas sat at the head of the table, gesturing Alec to the chair on his right. Alec took his seat without question. No speech was given - the host wasn’t in the mood, simply issuing a curt nod when it was time to tuck in.

The feast turned bitter in Thomas’s mouth. To his relief, Alec seemed oblivious to the whispers and judging looks being aimed at him - he was too busy enjoying the delicious spread, encouraging Clara to try a bit of everything. While the Shelbys were preoccupied with reputation, he had eyes only for the things he loved.

After dinner were puddings, cakes, jellies, and all flavour of ice creams; followed by copious drinks. Alec went upstairs to put Clara to bed, then returned to begin the night’s entertainment. With the band at his back, he sat at the piano and sang carols beautifully - each performance followed by a flurry of polite applause while the guests chatted and played party games.

As the evening deepened and the festive mood (and alcohol) kicked in, the audience grew more enthusiastic. The rum and brandy began to flow in earnest, and the carols were replaced by popular night-club tunes. The parlour floor filled up as an impromptu quickstep began. Alec hammered the keys with more gusto, then deserted the piano altogether and joined the guests in dancing, while the rest of the band continued to play.

He capered and twirled about the dance floor, seemingly without a care in the world, flitting from partner to partner with abandon and grabbing brandy after brandy from the drinks table. Thomas stood by the fireplace and watched.

“Hey, Tom,” John said, resting an elbow on the mantelpiece. “When were you going to tell us you’ve got a new wife?”

“Is that what it looks like to you?”

“To me and everyone else. Moving a bit fast, aren’t you? How long have you known him?”

“Longer than you knew Linda when you married her.”

“Linda was never a whore, let alone a Cobb whore.”

Thomas turned to face him, blue eyes ice-cold in the firelight.

“Alec did what he had to do. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, and he takes care of his kid. He deserves respect.”

John snorted.

“Oh, I bet he does. I bet he’s all sunshine and sweetness. And let me guess - he’s head over heels for you?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Mark my words, that boy learned his best tricks from Cobb. He’ll treat you like a king while picking your pockets.”

“You don’t know him. Now shut up and enjoy the fucking party.”

“Wake the fuck up, Tom,” John said, but Thomas was already walking away.

“Merry fucking Christmas, John,” Thomas said over his shoulder. Heading straight to the drinks table, he downed a shot of the first liquid he saw; but spotting Aunt Polly nearby, he dodged away.

Thomas sought refuge in the solitude of his study, surrounded by his bookshelves and paperwork. He poured himself a shot-glass of Irish whiskey, and stood by the dark window sipping it. He could see nothing but his own dim reflection on the glass, and beyond it, blackness.

Behind him, the door opened and Alec staggered in.

“There you are! I was looking for you,” he said, out of breath and flushed from exertion. “You disappeared. I was worried.”

“I needed a break.”

“How did I do, Mister Shelby? Did I embarrass you?”

“No.”

“Did I make you proud?”

“Yes. You sang very well.”

“I told you I would!”

The singer grabbed the open bottle of whiskey from Thomas’s desk and swigged it.

“That’s enough,” said Thomas. “I saw you at the drinks table earlier. You looked like you were trying to drown yourself.”

“What can I say? It was good brandy!”

Alec put the bottle down, then grasped Thomas’s arms and attempted to lead him in a waltz. Thomas humoured him for the sake of seeing his smile.

“I love you, I love you,” Alec slurred drunkenly, “I love you, Mister Shelby.”

Thomas snorted with amusement.

“You don’t mean that. You’re just happy and full of brandy.”

“Brandy doesn’t lie. I love you. I know I do.”

“And now everyone at this party knows it too.”

“I don’t care. Do you?”

Thomas’s head began to ache. He gently extricated himself from Alec’s grasp.

“Go and dance with someone else. I’m sure you can find a partner.”

“I don’t want to dance with anyone else. I want to dance with you. Why don’t you come back to the party?”

“I can’t fucking stand it out there,” Thomas said quietly, “All their faces. This party was a mistake.”

“Don’t say that. I’ve had a great time.” Alec let go of him and collapsed onto the chaise longue, his white shirt half-open. “What’s got into you?”

“I hate it here. I hate this house. I hate waking up in my bed every morning. Sometimes I even hate Charlie.”

“Do you hate me?”

“No. You’re the only fucking thing that’s good about this place. Otherwise I’d light a match and watch it all burn to the ground.”

“But what about all your nice things? All your books and suits and paintings?”

“What about them?”

Alec sighed and frowned. His brain, in its current whiskey-soaked state, wasn’t up to the task of comprehending Thomas’s mood.

“I know what you need,” he declared.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

“You’re so dull sometimes. Live a little.”

“Funny coming from someone who’s barely lived at all.” The darkness began to hurt Thomas’s eyes. He downed the rest of his whiskey and turned away from the window. “You’ve got no business admonishing anyone.”

Alec sank lower onto the upholstery. He was fading rapidly.

“Come here,” he mumbled. “Come and fuck me.”

“No.”

“Don’t be a bore. I’ll make you feel better.”

“You’re drunk. Get some rest.”

“But I want you.”

Thomas approached the chaise longue and perched on its edge. He unlaced Alec’s shoes and pulled them off, placing them neatly on the floor. Alec attempted to catch hold of his hand, but missed. His arm fell limply back onto the upholstery.

“Fuck me,” he said, almost pleadingly.

“Get some rest,” Thomas repeated.

“Don’t you love me?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Does that make us family?”

“Are you sure you want to be a Shelby? It’s a rough life. Just ask our wives.”

“I don’t care.” Alec closed his bleary eyes. “You’re my family. You’re...”

He didn’t finish the sentence before falling asleep.

Thomas stroked his dark curls, trying to smoothe the mess.

“How did we get here?” he murmured, “I was just a customer. You were just a...You were just trying to survive. Yet here you are. Here we both are.”

Alec moaned indistinctly, but didn’t open his eyes.

“I bought this home for my Grace,” Thomas continued, “We were supposed to grow old and die here. This was supposed to be our place forever. Now it feels like a memorial. Like a tomb.”

His words went unheard, but he would never have spoken them out loud otherwise.

“I know I’m alone. But sometimes, when I’m with you, I forget. You make this place feel like a home again. You make it feel alive. You make me feel...”

He stopped himself. He removed his black dinner jacket and covered Alec warmly with it, dimmed the lamp, and left him in the peaceful quiet of the library.

[torreshalstead]

On a crowded street in 1944 - bonus chapter

Summary - The four walls of Upton’s General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?

Chapters - 16/16

Notes - and with this chapter, this story has come to a close. Thank you all so so much for reading along and I hope you enjoy this final snippet ❤️ AO3 Link

He knew he had been cheeky, pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable in society by asking for her to send a photograph. They had only been on one date, had only shared one kiss. It didn’t matter that he knew he loved her, knew he wanted to marry her and to make her his, he still felt like he might have crossed a line.

In his response he had apologised and said he hoped he hadn’t caused offence and that night he had prayed twice over that she would forgive him and respond to his letter just as quickly. It was her letters that were keeping him sane over here. The things he had seen, the things he had to do. Well, dreaming of her blonde hair, her pretty blue eyes and the way her cheek dimpled when she smiled - those are the things that Jay chose to focus on instead.

Those were the things that were going to keep him safe and let him keep his promise. His promise that he would come home to her and she would someday be his wife.

As Jay lay there, or more accurately, sat with his back propped against the densely packed mud, his friends tucked in close on both sides, he realised he hadn’t actually told her that he planned to marry her if, no, when he returned to home soil. He had thought it was a given. He wasn’t the type of man to kiss a girl and then not want to follow it through. He’d never kissed a girl like that before in his life.

Sure, in school, they had played spin the bottle in the school yard, tucked behind one of the old classrooms that was never used. So Hailey hadn’t been his first kiss. That had been a slightly mousey girl called Ally, and their lips had barely touched. But he intended for Hailey to be his last kiss.

He smiled morosely at himself as he realised that no matter which way this war turned out for him - that statement would be true.

When he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of the bombs or the echoes of the screams of those who would never make it home to their sweethearts, pictures in their pockets or not, it was Hailey’s face that swam through his dreams. It was her lips that sang him to sleep.

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Post deliveries were both a highlight for the boys in the trenches but could also bring heartache.

There would be those overjoyed that a loved one’s letter had finally arrived, and those whose eyes would fall to the ground when told there was no post for them. There were those who had brothers, dads, uncles or friends in other platoons or other battalions who were waiting for news, and those who would receive a photo from their sweetheart and beam from ear to ear looking like a love sick puppy.

And then there were those who would receive the letter no one ever wanted too. The ‘Dear John’ letter.

One of the boys, Isaac, who usually bunked down a couple of people over from Jay and his buddy Mouse had received one two weeks prior. They had all read it, he’d passed it on as soon as he had read the words. It was curt, blunt, and broke the man's heart in two sentences flat. Isaac had barely spoken since. Jay prayed he would never receive one, that his and Hailey’s love could overcome the distance and pain that war would bring.

Today’s mail package looked a little smaller, fewer letters and fewer smiles on their faces. He wasn’t expecting a response from Hailey just yet, he doubted she had even received his letter yet. That didn’t stop him being hopeful that his name would be called and an envelope shoved into his hand.

It wasn’t his turn to smile however, it was Mouse’s. And as much as he was desperate to read Hailey’s newest thoughts, he was pleased for his friend. If they didn’t share in each other’s joy over here, well, it was one of the quickest ways to spiral.

‘She wrote me back!’ Mouse exclaimed as he tore the envelope open. ‘I only wrote on the off chance.’

‘Told you she would,’ Jay said with a smile as he thumped him on the back. ‘It’s the uniform, the ladies love it.’ It was a forced joke, an old tale with only a hint of truth to it. If any of their ladies could see them now, they wouldn’t nearly be so smitten.

‘She said she’s been thinking of me,’ Mouse muttered as his eyes skimmed quickly down the page. ‘Said the street’s not been the same without me.’

‘I bet it’s a hell of a lot tidier without you loitering on the corner,’ Jay scoffed but Mouse was too enraptured by the words on the page to hear anything Jay was saying.

‘She’s been thinking of me,’ Mouse repeated, his eyes glazing over with a love struck shine as he clutched the letter to his chest.

‘Better get you home in one piece then Mouse,’ Sergeant Platt said as he walked past them. He was a stern leader but he wanted the best for his men and Jay would follow him into battle come what may.

‘Preferably as good looking as when I left Sarge,’ Mouse chirped as the rest of the team laughed. It was easy to forget where they were when they were laughing and joking, they could have been boys in a school yard. But later that day when the fighting would resume, there would be no forgetting it. Jay didn’t think he would ever forget it. This was was becoming a part of him whether he wanted it to or not.

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‘Halstead!’ Jay turned his head quickly, it was mail call and his name being called could only mean one thing. ‘Letter for you.’

Jay accepted it with a small smile. He was normally over the moon to receive post, it was always from Hailey but this time, after his possible overstepping, he was concerned for what it might contain.

‘Is it from your girl?’ Mouse asked from his usual position, on Jay’s right hand side. They stuck together like glue now. Their unit was smaller now, Isaac hadn’t put his helmet on when they went over the top. Jay believed he might have forgotten on purpose but he kept that thought to himself. He wouldn’t taint Isaac’s memory for his family with a hint of cowardice. Although Jay thought it had more to do with the letter he had received rather than the horrors of the war. A battlefield wasn’t a place for a boy with a broken heart.

‘Yeah,’ Jay breathed out, his fingers brushing over the now familiar loopy writing of Hailey’s pen.

‘What are you waiting for you muppet,’ Mouse nudged him.

‘Nothing,’ Jay said, delicately opening the envelope so he’d be able to slide the letter back into it.

As he unfolded the writing paper, his heart skipped a beat. There, looking back up at him was a smiling picture of his love, his Hailey. Frozen in time in a black and white image, but her eyes were just as bright even from the page.

‘Damn Halstead,’ Mouse puffed, glancing over Jay’s shoulder. Privacy and the trenches were two things that didn’t go together. ‘How’d you get a girl that looks like that to agree to walk out with your ugly mug?’

Jay ignored him, focusing on Hailey’s words instead but his gaze kept dancing back to the photograph.

My dearest Jay,

There was no offence taken at all, I simply had not found a way to get a photograph taken, but with a little help, please find it enclosed. I hope this is what you wanted and it makes you smile.

Of course you have my heart, I hope it keeps you safe over there.

I miss you more than I ever thought a heart could miss someone.

I pray each night that you’ll come home safe, to me.

Yours forever,

Hailey.

He hadn’t offended her, and she had sent him a photograph.

It was the greatest gift he ever could have received.

‘Look everyone, Jay’s girl isn’t imaginary after all!’ Mouse exclaimed loudly and for once Jay was grateful for the layer of grime that coated his face to hide his blush.

There was a chorus of cheers from his friends and neighbouring units - a moment shared.

Jay knew it now, he knew in his next letter he needed to lay it all out. Tell her that he intended to marry her. He couldn’t keep it within him any longer. A girl like Hailey deserved to know how he truly felt.

He lifted her picture to his lips and kissed it softly before tucking it safely into his breast pocket, right atop his heart. It was where she lived anyway. Who’d have thought the girl he met in the general store would go on to mean so much to him. Someday that girl would be his wife. He tucked that thought away with a smile, when he got home, he would ask her in person to marry him. And if her letters were anything to go on, he didn’t need to pray she’d say yes. He already knew it.

[byneddiedingo]

Humphrey Bogart, Madeleine Lebeau, and Leonid Kinskey in Casablanca (Michael Curtiz, 1943) 

Cast: Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Conrad Veidt, Sydney Greenstreet, Peter Lorre, S.Z. Sakall, Madeleine Lebeau, Dooley Wilson, Marcel Dalio, Joy Page, John Qualen, Leonid Kinskey, Curt Bois. Screenplay: Julius J. Epstein, Philip G. Epstein, Howard Koch, based on a play by Murray Burnett and Joan Alison. Cinematography: Arthur Edeson. Art direction: Carl Jules Weyl. Film editing: Owen Marks. Music: Max Steiner. 

Even though she was never a major star, the death of Madeleine Lebeau in 2016, at the age of 92, was widely reported because she was the last surviving member of the cast of Casablanca. Lebeau played Yvonne, the Frenchwoman with whom Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) has been having an affair. When he breaks off their relationship coldly, she comes to his cafe on the arm of a German officer to spite him, but when the crowd starts singing the "Marseillaise" to drown out the Germans' singing of "Die Wacht am Rhein," Yvonne, tears streaming down her face, joins in. It's one of the many character vignettes that make Casablanca so entertaining. The film is filled with people who have nothing at all to do with the main plot: the choice Rick has to make whether to renew his old affair with Ilsa Lund (Ingrid Bergman) or let her leave Casablanca with her husband, Victor Laszlo (Paul Henreid). But if the movie simply focused on that love triangle, would it be the classic that it appears today to be? What makes Casablanca such an enduring film, I think, is the texture of its screenplay, which won Oscars for Julius J. Epstein, Philip G. Epstein, and Howard Koch. And that texture is provided by the character players to whom somehow the writers managed to give abundant time. The result is such memorable bits as the one in which the waiter, Carl (S.Z. Sakall), sits down at a table with an elderly couple, the Leuchtags (Ilka Grüning and Ludwig Stössel), who have just received the visas they need to immigrate to the United States. Carl speaks German to them at first, but the Leuchtags insist that they should speak English so they will fit in when they reach America. Then Herr Leuchtag turns to his wife and asks what time it is:

Liebchen -- sweetness -- what watch? Ten watch. Such much?

Carl assures them, "You will get along beautiful in America." Has there ever been a movie more quotable? It is, of course, a great movie, largely because everyone took the time to weave such moments into its fabric. I don't claim perfection for it: The subservience of Sam to Rick, whom he calls "Mr. Rick" or "Boss," smacks of the racial attitudes of the era, and I wince when Ilsa refers to Sam as "the boy." (Dooley Wilson was in his 50s when the film was made.) James Agee, who was not as impressed with Casablanca as many of his contemporaries were, derided some of the expository dialogue, such as Ilsa's plea, "Oh, Victor, please don't go to the underground meeting tonight." But it continues to cast a spell that few other films have ever equaled.

[haveihitanerve]

I couldnt find the pic, but i have it written out so here-

Tears for Fears interview No 1 1985. Interview is typed out below!

Tears for Fears play Mr & Mr

Remember the rules? That’s right, one group member is grilled in private about the personal habits of the other. Afterwards his answers are checked by telling them to his partner. Points scored depend on how near the mark they are. Points are lost for group splits or fist fights…

What’s Roland’s greatest fear?

Curt: “Nuclear war and flying – but flying first and foremost. He’s calmed down a lot now but he used to hate it. Once we had to fly from Birmingham in a light aircraft with only eight seats and we just got thrown everywhere. Roland grabbed the back of my seat and swore all the way home.”

Roland’s answer: “Flying, yes, that was an easy one for you.”

Does Roland enjoy winding people up?

Curt: “Oh yes, it was funny, we met the people at our American record company recently and because they hadn’t bothered to do any research on us, none of them knew our names. I mean, really, we’re their number one act and they don’t know who’s Curt and who’s Roland! So when they threw a party for us I was so pissed off that I didn’t go, but Roland went along and introduced himself as Curt. So there was this poor record company exec introducing Roland to all these journalists and radio people as Curt Smith – I thought that was hysterical!”

Roland’s answer: “Oh yeah, I did a great wind-up in Boston recently when a guy from our American company had the cheek to say to me, “I’d like to introduce you to some people – what did you say your name was again?” So I said I was Curt and at the end of the day I told him who I really was”

What’s Roland’s most prized possession?

Curt: “I’d say his wife Caroline, but she’s not really a possession. Could be his special edition Fender Strat guitar that he uses every night, or his cat, or his camera. One of those!”

Roland’s answer: “Er – this quiz is really hard isn’t it? Well one answer would be my wife…”

Curt: “One of my answers was your wife. A point!”

Roland: “And one would be my Strat.”

Curt: “Yes, the Strat, got that one as well.”

Roland: “And one would definitely be my camera.”

Curt: “Three points!”

No 1: “Nice try – but that’s still only one point.”

What does Roland like most about being famous?

Curt (no hesitation here): THE MONEY! You see, Roland doesn’t particularly like being famous at all, but there is that one advantage. He’ll probably lie when he gives his answer though.”

Roland: “What do I like about being famous? I think it’s probably the money!”

What’s Roland’s most annoying habit?

Curt (again without hesitation): “He’s a noisy eater, but he’ll never admit to that. The bad habit he will admit to is looking at himself in mirrors – if you’re talking to him and suddenly he looks over your shoulder and starts tidying his hair – you know there’s a mirror behind you.”

Roland’s answer: “I bet I know what Curt said about me – he said I eat with my mouth open didn’t he?”

Curt: “Yeah, and there’s another answer Roland, go on, you know what it is!”

Roland (innocently): “Could it be looking at myself in the mirror?”

Who’s Roland’s all-time hero?

Curt: “Good question – could be Paul Simon, could be David Byrne or the actress Jessica Lange.”

Roland’s answer: “John Lennon”

Curt: “Oh I didn’t know that – one point down”

When Roland fell in love with his wife Caroline, was he sloppy or cool?

Curt: “He was just 13 when he met Caroline and he was so nervous on his first date that he got really drunk and spent the whole afternoon throwing up in the toilet. I remember he got drunk before he met her and had to stagger down the road to meet her. Caroline ended up sitting with him while he threw up and now they’re married – she’s got a warped sense of humour.!”

Roland’s answer: “I was nervous, wasn’t I?”

Curt: “You were pissed!”

Roland: “I was very, very nervous and I was also unconscious for about three hours!”

Can you remember the date of Roland’s wedding anniversary?

Curt: “I think…I believe…it’s September the something. He got married in a registry office but I had a big do.”

Roland’s answer: “September the 10th”

Curt: “I didn’t know exactly when it was but I got the month right”

Of all the countries he’s visited which is Roland’s favourite?

Curt: “I’d say France because his dad’s French and so he can speak the language. Also there’s good food, good cheese and good wine.”

Roland’s answer: “France.”

What’s been Roland’s most embarrassing moment on stage?

Curt: “He hasn’t had one that I can think of, but the most embarrassing thing for both of us is looking back on all the old TV appearances we’ve done – just the way we were then!”

Roland’s answer: “I can’t think of any.”

Curt: “Nor could I, so I said that looking back on our old image was embarrassing.”

Roland: Yes, that’s true, you deserve a point there. We looked so young and pathetically fragile!”

What’s Curt’s greatest fear?

Roland: “Mmmm, that’s an easy one for Curt to answer about me but he doesn’t seem to get scared about anything. He doesn’t realize when he’s in a dangerous situation. I mean, he never gets scared about flying which is pathetic!”

Curt’s answer: “Fear?!!”

Roland: “You see what I mean!”

Curt: “No, I don’t have any fears.”

Can you remember what you and Curt talked about the first time you ever met?

Roland: “Yeah, I was 13 and I went around to his house and he told me he wasn’t allowed out because he’d been in a fight the day before.”

Curt’s answer: “Er!” (looks totally blank)

Roland: “It was one specific subject but I’m not allowed to help you.”

Curt: “Oh yes, we talked about me not being allowed to go out because I’d been involved in a fight.”

Of all his pet cats, does Curt have a favourite and if so which one?

Roland: “He probably does have a favourite and I’d say it’s his first one. Treasure, a completely black half Siamese cat.”

Curt’s answer: “Treasure.”

If Curt ruled the world for a day, what’s the first thing he’d do?

Roland: “Ah, now I know the answer to this one because he’s been asked it before – and he said he wouldn’t accept the responsibility in the first place.”

Curt’s answer: “I bet Roland said I’d change everyone to working class.”

Roland: “I didn’t. I said you wouldn’t do it.”

Curt: “Well you were right then, weren’t you?”

Is Curt a sulker or a shouter when he’s in a mood?

Roland: “He’s a sulker, he’ll go off in a corner somewhere and sulk for hours. I’m the one that shouts.”

Curt’s answer: “I sulk for ages.”

Does Curt ever take a long time to get ready when he’s going out?

Roland: “No, he’s pretty quick. Just clothes on and that’s it. I probably take a bit longer because I wear a little eye make-up.”

Curt’s answer: “I’m always quick.”

When Curt first fell in love with his wife Lynn, was he sloppy or cool?

Roland: “He wasn’t sloppy, he just fell into it very easily and soon moved in with her.”

Curt’s answer: “I’m normally nervous but when I first met Lynn she introduced herself to me and I was sorta taken over really!”

Roland: “I said you fell into it easily.”

Curt: “Yes, that’s a fair comment, give him a point.”

Can you remember the date of Curt’s wedding anniversary?

Roland: “Well it’s in December (much deep thinking for a while here). I’d say it’s December 18th.”

Curt’s answer: “December 18th.”

Roland (ecstatic): I remembered, I remembered!”

What’s Curt’s most annoying habit?

Roland (laughing more and more as he thinks about the answer): “When he’s had a few drinks he keeps repeating himself. He’ll repeat the same sentence to you over and over again, and you go “Yeah Curt, right Curt, really Curt!””

Curt’s answer: “I repeat myself a lot, don’t I?”

Roland (so excited he starts drumming with his hands on the table in triumph): “HAH! So you know you do it!”

Curt: “Of course I know I do it. While I’m repeating myself you stand there and go mmm, mmm, mmm, and look incredibly bored!”

What’s Curt’s favourite television programme?

Roland: “Oh that’s really easy, it’s The Young Ones.”

Curt’s answer: “Oh that’s obvious, it’s The Young Ones.”

And the winner is:

Curt scores 8 and a half points and Roland scores a perfect 10 out of 10

Roland: “I did extremely well, didn’t I?”

Curt: “I think we both did pretty well, in fact, maybe we should get married!”