#delaney is their daughter

[dulcetssims]

lilith pleasant - calliope hearst - marvel pleasant - angela pleasant - dustin broke - delaney broke - dulcet pleasant

dulcet is last bc she’s my fave so she deserves to be on her own

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD and GRACE DELANEY

attends the Headline Gala screening of "We Live In Time" during the 68th BFI London Film Festival.

(X)

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Jimmy & Delaney Buffett

[biblethumpersims]

Candace safely births a healthy baby girl, Juliet Mills.

Meanwhile, Jonas grows up without anyone to witness it.

[in-kyblogs]

To be someone’s creature always boils down to the same question - If you made me, why couldn’t you make me into something you could love? -

[mortalprinceoflies]

(I have FCs for a couple of the NPCs in Luke’s backstory! Delaney’s is Emma Stone, and Vigoraunt’s is Cody Fern! 😊)

[eccentricwritingbaby]

i miss you, i love you

daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary - danny gets back from the mexican gp and realizes just how badly he missed his wife and kids. that all leads to many questions about his future.

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quick author’s note! the kids are named because that's just easier for me but i do apologize if that’s annoying :/ oldest is joey (10) middle is austin (7) and youngest is delaney (4). 

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the sun poured in through the curtains that were left just a bit too wide open last night, causing you to blink heavily and finally open your eyes.

the best part of your wake up was the lovely tattooed arm that lay across your stomach and the man whom it belonged to warm and comforting pressed up right against your back. daniel had arrived home only a day prior from the mexico gp; therefore, having him there in the morning made your smile grow so much wider as you stretched and began to wake up.

the sun was entirely still too bright for your fresh eyes, causing you to roll over and into the warmth of your husband. he caught on quick, wrapping his arm tightly around your back, tucking you into him further. 

“g’morning, love,” his voice scratches out into a mumble.

“morning, baby,” you mumble back to him.

daniel’s face tugs a small smile as he relishes being home with his family. as much as he loved the adrenaline pump in racing, the fans, the tracks, the travels and so on, he continuously is bogged down due to his family being unable to travel with him. his wandering thoughts are abruptly stopped as he feels his lovely wife begin her trail of morning kisses spread over his chest, neck, and now his graciously awaiting lips.

“mmh i missed this,” he hummed into the kiss you gave him. you smiled up at him while whispering a quick ‘so did i, baby’ against his lips.

you both had been together for so long and yet your spark was shining and sparkling bright as ever. daniel had joked before that it was because you both simply just lived in your own bubble, therefore there were no ‘exterior forces’ to get in the way. but everyone knew by just the way you looked at each other that you two were just in love, therefore your prosperity was inevitable.

you both were just simply enjoying each others presence and basking in the loving exchanges of kisses and cuddles the morning brought, “d’ya reckon the rascals are up?” daniel questions in between your light make out session.

him saying that led you to reach over his body towards his nightstand and tap his phone in order to check the time, “8 am? on a day off school? no way joey or austin would even be able to open their eyes at this time,” you joked about your two older boys. as you both laughed about your sons and their aggressive hostility towards mornings, the sweet little footsteps were beginning to draw near. daniel quickly shushed you when noticing the little outline of feet shadows peeking from underneath the crack of the door.

“princess? are you spying on mommy and daddy?” daniel called out towards said feet. you both then heard the loud echoing of giggles produced by your youngest as your husband made his way to the door. he quickly opened it and scooped her into his arms yelling out a ‘gotcha!’ making her giggle even louder.

you proceeded to get out of bed and head over to where your youngest was now reaching out for you, “hi lovebug, how did you sleep?” you ask her while taking her from your husband's arms and into your own.

“vewy good, mommy,” you and your husband smile at her little mispronunciation and continue to move out of your room and down the stairs. your daughter continues to cuddle into your arms before daniel is itching to get her back.

you always joked that he had separation anxiety from the children due to his persistence to be with them 24/7 whenever he was home. of course, you held sympathy for his situation and let him steal the kids whenever he could. the older two were beginning to be too ‘old’ and ‘cool’ to be with their dad as often but his precious youngest was still attached to his hip. she reached right out for him as he got her out of your grasp.

“miss me, laney?” he asks the young girl.

“of couwse, daddy!” she giggles out and he continues to kiss her all over her face.

“alright, alright both of you children, i need some breakfast orders,” you say with a chuckle as you squeeze behind the both of them in order to get behind your kitchen counter. 

on your way daniel gives you a playful swat to the bum, “oi, darling i can fix breakfast just give me a minute,” 

“don’t even think about it, dan,” you give him a small smile and drop your voice closer to a whisper so only your husband can hear your next line, “the kids have missed you way more than they care to admit, just spend all your time with them i can handle this stuff,”

daniel looks down at you and gives you a fast kiss before hearing another couple pairs of footsteps bellowing down the stairs and into the kitchen. “hello boys,” you smile as your two older sons approach their family. 

“hi momma, hi dad,” austin says through a yawn. austin - ever the mommas boy - then shuffles right over to you and begins to lean into you for a hug. you wrap your arms around him and gesture for joey to join as well to which he does.

daniel stands with his babygirl in his arms and admires the view of his wife and sons. he basks in the feeling of being home with his family, as he attempts to suppress the emotion in his gut of guilt in needing to leave again soon for the next race.

it was a struggle every time he had to leave, he wanted to head back to the days when the children were so young that you and him would bring them everywhere. his family was still together with him, although now it just felt lonely. he debated bringing them with, to hell with school, fuck an education - actually, well, no. they have to go to school, but still maybe a year off they would enjoy, its only middle school? he makes a quick mental note to bring it up later - there was no way he'd last the season without you and your kids by his side.

when he brings himself back to reality, delaney is wiggling out of his arms as the boys are helping you mix up some pancakes. you then let the boys help delaney mix all of the batter as you take a moment to drink in your husband's emotional state. throughout your many years of knowing him and loving him, you were always able to read him like a book.

sauntering over towards daniel, you slowly step in front of him, hands landing gently on his waist in order to bring his focus onto you, “what’s going on in that head of yours, handsome?”

“i really miss you guys when i’m away,” he sighs.

“we miss you too,” you push on gently. daniel rubs one hand over his face as his other leans over your shoulder and around your neck, pulling you closer.

“i’m just still debating if i made the right decision to get back into all of this, i mean lawson is doing really well maybe i should just-” 

“hey, hey, hey - none of that,” you interrupt, “dan we talked about all of this when you accepted the seat. you wanted to do this, you want to do this. racing is your life, if you have an opportunity to do it, you’re taking it and loving it,” 

“i know but i can’t help but feel like it would be so much better here with you and the kids,” he replies while his arm begins to slowly rub gentle circles on your shoulder.

you give his nose a small peck before sighing,”the kids and i have been talking briefly about homeschooling,” with that daniel’s eyes light up and a smile breaks out on his face, “baby don’t tease me,” he laughs. 

you softly turn around to your lively group of children before yelling out, “who here agreed they missed dad and wanted to homeschool for his season?” the kids all swiftly pick their heads up with crazed smiles and began a chorus of ‘i did!’ ‘me! me! me!’ ‘yes meee!’ while you just laughed and daniel stood with a tight grip on you and a beginning line of tears in his waterline.

he quickly shook off his emotions, picking you up and spinning you around while continuing to yell about bags being packed and calling the school to get his kids the hell outta there and with him to brazil. the house began to turn to chaos as all the kids were running around chanting and cheering about no school while daniel made his way over to you.

“now, mister, you know this cannot be a permanent thing. i really want to value some normalcy in our kids lives and education is very important along with their social health-” but your rant was quickly cut off by dan’s searing lips on yours.

“thank you,” he whispered. “always,” you whisper back, “y’know, i missed following you around too,” you giggled into the whisper.

“god, i love you. I love all of you guys so much,” daniel says back.

“trust me honey, we know,” you reassure him. and you did know, all of you. 

[luke-hughes43]

beautiful crazy | luke and melissa

luke and mel enjoying their retired life and life as parents after the NHL and catching up with their closest friends and families.

*there's a couple of time jumps in this but it's their adult life after college and into the NHL and after. maybe with Luke being involved at the NTDP*

(I kept the ages vague and gave random names for their kids since we haven't talked about it yet)

~

her day starts with a coffee, and ends with a wine, takes forever gettin' ready, so she's never on time for anything

mel is very much a morning person compared to luke. she didn't always used to be a morning person but early morning workouts in college to having kids converted her into being an early riser despite her husband being in a deep sleep.

mel is up between 5 and 5:30 every morning to enjoy some peace and quiet before her teenage kids wake up. she's enjoying her coffee when at about 5:15, she feels a pair of arms wrap around her face. she knows it's luke.

"come back to bed." he mumbles into her neck. she giggles, "no. I'm enjoying my coffee in the peace and quiet before the kids get up. bridgette has a skate at 6:15, and christian is doing off ice at 6:00 with mini duke. delaney said she'd come too and just do her own workout in the gym at the rink before school."

"what time will you be home?" luke mumbles again, holding mel tighter.

mel smiles at her sleepy, clingy husband. she runs her fingers through his curls and says, "I drop the girls off at school at 7:45. so I'll be home at like 8 ish. when do you have to be at the rink?"

"8:30. I'll be leaving when you get home but I'm only there for half the day since the kids have school for the second half. and I took a half day anyways so I can spend time with you."

mel smiles and leans into luke's hold until she hears her first born moving around upstairs. she sighs, "and bridgette is up. goddamn early bird child."

"she gets it from you." Luke smirks and kisses mel's cheek. mel smiles, "while she obviously didn't get it from you. christian and del definitely did from you."

Luke goes to protests but they hear a "mom?!" coming from bridgette's bathroom and mel says, "duty calls. I love you babe." and kisses him before going up to their oldest daughter.

"I love you too sweetheart."

when she gets that come-get-me look in her eyes, well it kinda scares me, the way that she drives me wild, and she drives me wild

luke gets home from a long day at the rink with christian to see mel cooking dinner and doing the dishes. he asks over to hug her and give her a kiss but also to steal a piece of chicken.

mel slaps his hand and scolds him, "luke warren absolutely not. go take a shower before touching this. I don't need your hockey smelling hands contaminating dinner."

"I'm offended honey. really."

"I don't care. go shower." mel says sternly. she turns and gives him a look that says "if you don't get your butt upstairs and take a shower you're sleeping on the couch." luke recognizes the look and immediately retreats to shower.

he says as he's going up the stairs, "I love you!"

"go shower luke. then I'll tell you I love you." mel shorts back at him. he chuckles and just goes to shower before mel killed him.

beautiful crazy, she can't help but amaze me, the way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances, and wears her heart on her sleeve, yeah she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me

(this is while they are still in the NHL, it's gonna be shea's wedding so part of mel telling Luke she's pregnant, maybe for their third kid.)

mel is sitting with ethan's wife for a few minutes sipping on water since she can't drink. luke walks over, extends his hand, and smiles, "may I have this dance mrs. hughes?"

she looks at ethan's wife who nods and mel smiles, "you may mr. hughes." she lets him pull her onto the dance floor for a slow dance. something they don't get to do often. mel comments, "I'm so happy for shea. he looks so happy and grown up."

"yea. you always had a soft spot for him didn't you?"

"of course I did. you left me alone with him and gavin for a year and someone had to supervise them. I grew close with him and he's the little brother I never wanted but got stuck with anyways."

"I don't know if I've ever told you this but one of the things that I fell in love with about you is your ability to open your heart to anyone. especially the important people in my life."

"well if they are important to you then they are important to me. we're in this life together luke."

"that's what I mean. you took shea in your arms in college and kept him under your wing while he made the transition. and I know it meant a lot to him."

"he's family. it was a no brainer." mel smiles up at her husband. Luke leans down and presses a soft but long kiss to her lips. he mumbles against them, "I love you mel. my crazy girl."

"I love you too Luke."

she makes plans for the weekend, can't wait to go out, till she changes her mind, and says, "let's stay on the couch and watch TV", and she falls asleep

"come on Luke, let's get the whole gang back together for the weekend, send the kids to your parents or my parents or to their friends and just have a weekend with our friends with no kids and no responsibilities. like college all over again. it will be fun, and we haven't seen some of them in ages with mackie, mark, and ethan moving out of michigan."

"fine. but you have to promise not to change your mind about it. because even if you do, it's still happening and they'll still be here."

"I won't change my mind." mel says nodding with smile, excited about their friends coming to town.

~day before their friends come to town~

"luke, are we sure they're still coming tomorrow?" mel asks while cooking dinner. luke rolls his eyes and nods, "yes. you aren't getting out of it."

"but I really just wanna wear sweats and watch tv with you."

"not happening. and we do that every night. they are coming and it's final." he says looking her in the eye. mel nods and mumbles "fine" under her breath.

~night of~

after the first hour of catching up and being excited to see everyone, they all gather around the fire pit on the back patio. mel is curled up on luke's lap and after being under the blanker with luke rubbing her back for 30 minutes, she's out cold. luke chuckles and dylan asks, "what's so funny hughesy?"

"mel is out cold."

"typical mel." ethan comments. mark adds, "some things never change." both of their wives smack them for their comments but everyone knows it's true. she always suggests doing something and then curls up on luke's lap and falls asleep pretty quickly.

beautiful crazy, she can't help but amaze me, the way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances, and wears her heart on her sleeve, yeah she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me

mel is sitting in her office, in late july, on her computer to organize the family calendar to make sure that her and luke can get all of the kids where they need to be. luke comes home to his wife hard at work once again. he smiles, "do you ever take a break baby?"

mel jumps, not hearing him walk in. she says, "no. because if I take a break, the kids don't get where they need to be. because christian was so focused on hockey this summer that he never took his road test, bridge moves into holy cross in 3 weeks, and Delaney is coming back from pgf with lauren and sophia in 3 days and she has a camp at michigan when she gets back."

"woah, just relax for a second mel. it's gonna be ok. just breathe." luke says softly and pulls mel up from the desk and into a hug. mel lets out a deep breath and asks luke, "were we crazy for signing our kids up for so many activities as a kids and they kept that schedule into their teen years? like did we cause this because this is what we did?"

"no at all. we told them that if they didn't wanna do any of this that they didn't have to. and that just drove them even more. they get their crazy dedicated work ethic from you sweetheart."

"I'm not crazy dedicated, I'm just passionate." mel argues back against luke's chest. he chuckles, "you say passionate, most people say crazy. but you're my crazy girl and I love that about you. and don't worry about the kids, we'll figure it out mel. we always do."

"are you sure?" mel questions. luke nods, "I'm sure. I'll tell christian that he had to schedule a road test before school starts with the program or else he can find a different ride to the rink. and del will figure out what she wants for college soon, she's only a sophomore don't forget. and we'll get bridgette to worcester. you're parents are still nearby and I'm sure they'd be willing be to help out. but we got it melissa, I promise."

"never melissa me again." mel says looking up at him.

"I won't. I just used tot o get my point across." luke chuckled and kissed her head. he just holds her close and enjoying a moment to themselves in their very busy lives. mel is understanding how jim and ellen felt reading quinn, jack, and luke.

she's crazy, she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me, her crazy's beautiful to me

luke is never not amazed but how go-go-go his wife is when it comes to the kids and how organized she has everything. he loves seeing her take control of the situation and get everything handled using her crazy methods to do so and is never not so deeply in love with mel that it hurts him to even think about a life without her.

[dropsofjupitcr]

˖ ✶ It had started one night earlier in the year. Delaney had moved in to one of her father's many houses and her father in turn had spent the evening there with her to help get her settled in and had even hired River for the night — Someone he seemed to hire quite often if the two of them joking around was anything to go by. And damn if she hadn't wanted to get to know him. She had sat with them while River cooked, joining in the conversation where she could and when her dad went to take a phone call, slipped him a piece of paper with her number on it. What she hadn't expected was for him to actually use it.

And now here they were, another time together her dad no longer in the picture because technically she was a celebrity too, even if she didn't view herself as one and technically she had the money to hire him for a night of cooking. Which then usually always led to this. She hadn't expected to be this turned on, yet also embarrassed, by being completely naked while he was still fully clothed as she kept grinding against him, head tilting slightly as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Y-Yeah." She breathed out, cheeks flushing as he told her exactly what he was going to do to her while he thrust his finger inside her. "It's yours to wreck." Delaney had all but whimpered in response, she loved the harsh pace he usually set for her. And she couldn't deny this felt a million times better than the few times they've done this before, him being inside of her without anything in between and oh. Oh. She was just about to say something about a condom when he bit at her neck, causing her brain to practically short circuit.

open to › female muses

connections › friend with benefits. girlfriend. sister. best friend's girlfriend. anything that fits. taboo welcome. please specify connection in the tags.

character › river monroe. twenty seven. celebrity chef.

his lips descended on her shoulder in a kiss as she straddled him, grinding against his clothed cock as though her life depended on it. he wasn't even inside of her yet, yet they both found themselves breathing heavily. river's teeth bit down on the skin on her shoulder, leaving an imprint before pulling his head back, and looking at his mark. "so pretty," he complimented as he looked up at her, noticing her flushed skin and choppy breaths. his hand palmed his cock through his pants, before quickly undoing them and releasing himself. he kept his hand on her hip while running a finger over the bead of pre-cum on the crown and then took that same finger and pushed it into her. "i'm going to wreck this fucking pussy," he cooed sweetly as he dragged his finger out of her, and then thrusting it harshly into her again. river's lips went to her throat, removing his fingers from her naked heat, only to then replace them with the thick head of his length. "i'm going to fuck you and fill you up with my cum. over and over again." he spoke the words as he slowly guided her down, impaling her on his cock. river left her no room to think about the fact that he was bare inside of her or the fact that he was intending on cumming inside of her, but rather groaned and bit down on the junction between her neck and shoulder, feeling a primal need to mark the girl.

[justrainandcoffee]

Sinners (James Delaney x fem!oc) I

Summary: Sister Agnes Hill wasn't always who she claimed to be. There was a time when she was Inés Serra, a Spanish girl that went to London with her father and brother when the patriarch lost everything he had. It was there that she also met James Delaney. "Stay away from him" her father warned her. And she should have listened to the man.

Series warnings: Everything that Taboo is, including incest. || Religious theme. || Dark themes, like murder. || My oc is a nun. || Unrequited love, for now at least. || Angst. || Not fluff at all in this series.

Words: 2.8k.

Author's note: The name Inés Serra is the Spanish version of Agnes Hill. They mean the same. All my ocs are named after flowers and there's one called "st Agnes" || I wrote some dialogues in Spanish but their translation is next every line.

1795-1803.

Inés Serra arrived at London with her father Fernando and Felipe, her eldest brother from the coast of Cantabria, Spain. Specifically, the city of Santander after the patriarch lost absolutely everything making business with a Portuguese man who stole from him. But it was legal and Fernando Serra couldn't do anything about it. He put his signature not knowing the consequences of it.

Fernando Serra was a traveller merchant sailing through the seas where he met Horace Delaney. It couldn't be said that both men became friends, but they had a mutual respect for the other and a relationship based on trust. Something that it wasn't usual those days. Not in times of constant wars, at least. Both men, collected several enemies but the other weren't one of them. Widower and without places to go, Fernando sold his last possessions and bought three tickets to England, hoping that Horace Delaney could help him. Maybe his children could have a future in the Capital city. Perhaps his daughter could marry a rich man, even that could help. But Inés was still a little girl and was only 8 years old. Felipe Serra, his son, probably could work for Delaney trade company as well, he was 13 years old was old enough to work.

Horace Delaney received them and same as Fernando. Their respective children were more or less the same age. Delaney was weird man, but Fernando couldn't complain about it. He never asked him anything and Fernando didn't bother him at all, except for the times that they talked about job. Felipe, few years older than James, preferred to work at his father's side instead of focusing on his studies. On the other hand, Inés was admitted in a school for girls.

For the next seven years, Inés studied in London where she learnt the local language along with Latin and French as it was usual. She learnt history and art. They taught her how to sew and to paint. And they taught her to respect the King and God like they were the same person.

But when Inés was 14 years old tragedy knocked on the Serra's door. Working on the docks, Felipe cut his hand with an old knife. It didn't seem to be that serious at first. It bleed but they put bandages on his hand and the young boy could keep working. But few days later he got fever and couldn't move from his bed. In less than two weeks, a terrible infection affected his whole body and Felipe, only 19 years old, died a summer night. His body was buried in the cemetery in a funeral that only his father, sister and Mr. Delaney assisted.

Inés left school a year later to stay with his father that never seemed to recover from his Felipe's death.

It was there that she started to pay attention to Delaney's son.

James was a young boy that never seemed to talk too much, but he was well educated and courteous. As far as Inés knew, he was always polite to her and her father. It wasn't until Inés started to live with Fernando that she really got to know James. The past years, he was just the firstborn of her father's boss: the heir of their fortune.

And there was also Zilpha, his half sister. Inés loved her poor brother, he was a good boy and always protected her but the relationship between the Delaney siblings, in her eyes, was totally devotion the one with the other. Zilpha was the same age as her but they studied in totally different places. Her social status allowed her to go to a better school so Inés didn't know her at all. And to be honest, the Delaney girl didn't seem to be interested in being friends with her at all.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Inés said once to James when she found him in the city. She started to work as governess for a rich family not long after she left school. She was still young but her education was enough to do an acceptable work teaching and taking care of those kids.

"It is, Ms. Serra," he said, smiling.

Inés confirmed that moment, that she was falling in love with James the instant his blue eyes met hers. Even when he was an impossible dream. The few last weeks, she had spent her free hours looking at him through the distance.

"Aléjate de James Delaney," her father said once he caught her looking at him. "Su madre murió en un asilo. Rumores dicen que alucinaba y era un peligro para los demás y ella misma. Y Horace no está cuerdo del todo tampoco. Si ambos padres están enfermos, sus hijos también". (Stay away from James Delaney. His mother ended in an asylum. Rumours says that she was hallucinating and was a danger to the rest and herself. And Horace isn't completely sane. If both parents are insane, so are their children.)"

Inés nodded.

"Vas a encontrar un buen hombre algun día." (One day you'll find a good man)

And yet despite the warnings, Inés couldn't stop looking at him.

Inés probably could never forget the day that everything changed. It was an afternoon that seemed to be night because a heavy thunderstorm. She was returning home after work when she saw them even when at first she thought it was her imagination, but it wasn't. There, under a tree and believing there were no one, James and his sister were kissing. They were kissing in ways that the church and also society forbade.

Maybe she was young, just 15, but she was old enough to know that everything about that absolutely wrong. The closeness between the siblings was darker than she, innocently thought at first. Inés ran inside her bedroom and thanked the rain that disguised her tears.

Her father was right: the Delaneys were sick.

Inés, that usually found an excuse to talk to James now started to avoid him completely and that didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Are you going to work?" he asked days later. "I have my horse, if you want to."

"I'm fine. Thanks, I prefer to walk this morning."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, Mr. Delaney I've to go."

James looked at her, walking fast and disappearing from his view as soon as she turned the corner.

Inés thought about telling her father what she saw, but she was afraid of the consequences that the revelation could cause inside the family and Fernando Serra still depended on Delaney generosity to keep working. So she said nothing, but the girl started to resent Zilpha. Her money, her education, her last dress and her relationship with James. World wasn't fair and it wasn't Zilpha's fault that she couldn't afford those dresses or the professors she had, but the envy started to grow inside her like a cancer. But it was especially because of James. Maybe it wasn't Zilpha's fault that she was poorer, but it was that she had James' attention. Because it was wrong, it was forbidden and Inés was sure both siblings knew that. In top of all the things Ms. Delaney had and Inés didn't, the other girl also had the love of the only person that Inés felt she could give her heart.

.

Maybe his sister didn't notice anything because Zilpha never really paid attention to Inés, but James did notice the way the teenage girl who used to greeted him every time they saw each other, suddenly didn't do it anymore. And it was clear now that she was avoiding him. If James' suspicious were right, then it was better to him to talk to her. His life, after all, was going downhill no matter what. His insubordination against the East Indian Company could cost him his head and his love for his sister already condemned him to hell, and he was barely 16 years old.

He wrote a letter to her asking Inés to find him at the port. There were always people there and none were going to pay attention to two young friends talking.

The wisest thing to do was not going there. It'd have been clever if she'd have listened to the voice in her head, but she didn't. First, because she was just 15 years old and then, because she was madly in love with the boy who sent her the letter asking her to meet him.

James saw her coming, she was wearing a blue dress and a hat with a veil covering part of her face. James was sure that boys did pay attention to her because she was pretty and her Spanish accent help her to be more captivating. Sadly, for him, the only thing he noticed looking at her was that she wasn't Zilpha.

"Am I late? I couldn't leave in time the house where I work because one of the kids is sick. Poor boy, but I guess he'll be fine soon."

"No, you're just in time, don't worry."

"I'm glad then. What do you want? Your letter said it was urgent, but you didn't say anything else."

"Mmh. Yes. Inés, I know that you know. I know you saw us- my sister and I. I don't know exactly what did you see, but I know you're avoiding me because of that."

Inés stared at him for a moment before looking down, playing with her gloves.

"Under the tree. A thunderstorm months ago, you and her were kissing."

James sighed. Yes, he remembered now. It was Zilpha's idea and he accepted because he didn't know how to say no to her.

"Inés-"

"No. Don't. I know enough to know that it's bad and I don't want to be involved in that. I don't want explanations… Mierda- fuck." Inés felt her eyes filling with tears and hated herself. "Te amo," she finally said to him.

She shouldn't have said that, but if she didn't say it, the envy, the hate she felt towards Zilpha it was going to be the end of her. Tomorrow morning she was going to ask her father to send her to Ireland, or maybe back to Spain to start a new life far away from James and his sister because the only thing that Inés was getting of all that was corrupting her heart.

"You don't love me," James said. "Give your love to a good man, because you're a good woman, Inés. I don't deserve it."

"Don't tell me what do I deserve or what I don't. And I do love you, so bad I love you. My father is waiting for me, James. I have to make dinner for him."

She hated her weakness in that moment. She hated her voice trembling and her tears running down her face.

The boy that James was back then, wasn't the cold man that he was destined to be and even when probably he was just motivated by pity and a bit of compassion, he kissed her. Inés felt his hand first on her waist and then him bringing her closer to him. She let him guide her. Inés felt she was dreaming, because she dreamt about it but even there it wasn't that good as it was now. Her hands were caressing the back of his neck, as James pushed even closer to him.

She loved him, so it happened that she offered him her virginity when the kisses weren't enough and James took it. It was behind a cantina, while she was sitting on a barrel. Probably, Inés thought, Zilpha was even privileged enough to be in his bed and never where they were now. Not where probably people passing by, and ignoring them, just believe she was a cheap whore. Another one of the dozens that were there.

At least he didn't hurt her and it was as gentle as he could. She hid her head on his neck when both of them climaxed. They kissed again, slower this time.

"Te amo," she repeated. But he didn't answer back, just tucked her hair behind her ear.

James pulled up his pants and helped her to get off the barrel.

"Goodbye, James." Tears were burning her eyes, but the girl didn't gave him the chance to do nor say anything because ran away from there.

Her father wasn't there when she arrived to the house and Inés was grateful for that. She cook something for him and left a note saying she didn't feel good and didn't want to eat.

Alone in her bedroom, the girl hugged a pillow to muffling her sobs, while she remember what happened.

She couldn't bear to see him next to his sister. Or watching her clinging to him, while she whispered something to him. Inés couldn't bear the idea of them pretending to be siblings during the day when they were lovers during night.

James sought her the following days but not avail. He wanted to apologize but didn't know how. Even when he didn't force her to do anything, the barrel, the cantina felt so bad to him. She was a good person, she didn't deserve what he did.

But destiny was ready to play its cards and the apologies should wait ten years, if the man he was about to be was still willing to apologize to her.

Ten years later: 1813.

Inés Serra was dead as her brother was and also her father. Fernando Serra died seven years ago probably because his liver failed after drinking just rum for over a decade. But Inés died two years before him and in her place was now Agnes Hill.

Sister Agnes, specifically, the one who worked in st. Bartholomew hospital, helping people and near the American man surnamed Dumbarton.

She didn't trust him but the hospital did and she was there just to follow orders. So far, the doctor besides being a weird man who loved chemicals never bothered her or the other sisters ever. Yet, everything about him didn't like her.

Agnes started her day as always. Her little and modest bedroom faced the streets and the morning workers always woke her up. She prayed before having her breakfast and after cleaning her space, went like always to the hospital.

"Thanks, sister," a man in wheelchair said to her, after she helped him to sit there and wheeled him outside to enjoy the sun.

Agnes heard the voice of sister Clarice, telling a man "just follow the smell." She saw his back and hat but not his face. She didn't care, probably another one looking for Dumbarton.

Agnes forgot completely about the unknown man, the American and even Sister Clarice, because she was talking to her patient. He was a funny grandpa always talking about his son and granddaughters and he made her laugh, but it was getting cold and he should return inside.

It was when she was heading to another wing, when Agnes saw the man wearing the top hat and she felt her heart stop. Ten years passed, she knew that. She even could say how many days passed since he left.

James Keziah Delaney is dead. She heard the rumours about his death one time she left the monastery to visit her father. James Delaney died in the sea.

Or he was alive, or he was the devil visiting her.

James' eyes caught a nun staring at him and for a moment he didn't pay attention to her until he looked at her again.

It was her. Clearly older, but it was her.

James turned to walk towards the nun but she wasn't there anymore. James looked around but didn't see her. He was busy, he couldn't stay there for a person who escaped from him once again. Through a peephole of one of the many doors that the hospital had, she saw him walk away.

And Agnes knew that even when Inés was dead, the feelings she believed dead as well, were still there. Burning her like the infernal flames around the Devil.

NEXT

[beardedmrbean]

The former top prosecutor in Baltimore, convicted of fraud for lying about financial hardship during the pandemic in order to buy a beach house with money from the federal government , will serve no prison time.

Marilyn Mosby, 44, was sentenced to 12 months of house arrest, 100 hours of community service and three years of supervised release Thursday, Erek Barron, United States Attorney for the District of Maryland announced.

The ex-prosecutor was found guilty of multiple felony charges in two separate trials, one that took place this year and one last fall.

During the sentencing hearing in Prince County, U.S. District Judge Lydia Kay Griggsby sentenced Mosby to home confinement with electric monitoring and also ordered forfeiture of 90% of the property Mosby bought with the fraudulently obtained mortgage.

Mosby garnered national attention in 2015 when she charged six Baltimore police officers in connection to the death of Freddie Gray. A Black man, Gray, 25, died in police custody  a week after he suffered a severe spinal injury while traveling without a seatbelt in the back of a van on the way to the police station.

Prosecutors had asked for a 20-month sentence

Under the law, Mosby had faced up to 35 years in prison for her fraud and perjury convictions.

Assistant U.S. Attorneys Sean R. Delaney and Aaron S.J. Zelinsky prosecuted the federal cases. Federal court records show they had argued for a 20-month prison sentence.

“The court agrees these are very serious offenses and that this conduct displays a pattern of dishonesty,” The Baltimore Sun reported Griggsby told Mosby in court. “This dishonesty also occurred when you held the highest office for a prosecutor in the City of Baltimore.”

While Mosby’s crimes didn’t have “victims in a traditional sense,” the outlet reported, Griggsby said Mosby "betrayed people who looked up to her in the community."

The judge went on to acknowledged the former head prosecutor's record of public service, the Sun reported, and said Mosby’s two daughters "weighed most heavily" in determining the sentence.

What was Marilyn Mosby convicted of?

In February, Mosby was convicted of making a false mortgage application when she was Baltimore City State’s Attorney, relating to the purchase of a condominium in Long Boat Key, Florida. The jury acquitted Mosby of making a false mortgage application related to her purchase of a home in Kissimmee, Florida.

Several months earlier, in November, a jury found Mosby guilty of two counts of perjury, in connection to the withdrawal of funds from the City of Baltimore’s Deferred Compensation Plan claiming "she suffered adverse financial consequences" during the pandemic while she was the city's prosecutor.

n a statement released by his office, Barron commended the FBI and IRS-CI agents for their work in the investigation and thanked the Baltimore City Office of the Inspector General for its assistance in the case.

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

with his on screen daughter Grace Delaney.

(source)

[ninasimsimma]

The Jacquard Family

4 generations of mess, chaos, love, and drama!

Diana Jacquard usually runs a tight ship and keeps things in control, of course by her standards only. Raising top model daughters in the late 80's and 90's fashion industry required tough skin, bold choices, and eventually lead to strained relationships. Now that her daughters, Jacquelyn, Monica, and Evelyn are older and have lives and kids of their own, Diana tends to sit back and make her power moves in silence...

Jacquelyn and Evelyn strayed away from the fashion industry, with Jackie now running her own skincare company, and Evelyn being a director/curator at Windenburg's Modern Art Museum. Monica, however, stayed in modeling making a name for herself, and retired after her kids got older..

Of course as one generation's fame dwindles, another rises. Jacquelyn and her late husband have two kids Marquis, now Del Sol Valley football team's wide receiver, and Penelope, aka Penny Pizzazz, top sim influencer/model. Monica who married and recently divorced the legend basketball player Stephan Powell, have two kids, Adyn and Alyssa. Adyn is a celebrity publicist for top athletes, including his cousin, while Alyssa follows in her mom's footsteps taking over the modeling scene and being a recovering addict...

And the drama continues in this generation as well, with most of the kids now being either married, engaged and with families of their own. Marquis and Gwendolyn or Gwen, married and now have a teenager, Mckinnley, and a toddler Delaney Diana. Penny is now married to San Myshuno's point guard Darren Austin, who may or may not be truthful in his marriage. Adyn married Grace Daugherty, a celebrity publicist for influencers/models, who now represents family members too, have 2 children, Haven and Solana. And Alyssa, is recently engaged to San Myshuno's shooting guard Lucas Harvey, but is struggling in her engagement...

family photo inspo: @simsimulation

family tree...

[pumpkin-writes]

— ୨୧ worlds apart: fractured loyalties

pairing: ooc x rafe cameron x jj maybank

warnings: maybe some mild cursing, a little scuffle between jj & rafe, drunk!rafe, soft!rafe, kissing, drunk!laney making stupid decisions, kissing, some brief over the clothes action, not proof-read

word count: 2.5 k

notes: sorry this was posted a little later than intended but it was the longest part i've written so far! anyway i hope y'all enjoy part 3 & don't hate me for making laney do what she does okii byeeee

the atmosphere in the small house was quiet, awkward, like walking on eggshells. delaney sat at the kitchen table, staring at her phone, her mind drifting back to rafe’s drunken aggression. alicia moved silently around the kitchen, preparing her things for the night shift at the diner. they hadn’t spoken much since she moved in; most conversations fizzled before they began, leaving a palpable distance between them. finally, alicia broke the silence. "you okay, laney?" her voice was soft, almost hesitant. delaney shrugged, still unsure how to open up to this woman who, despite being her mother, felt like a stranger. "i’m fine." her mother wasn’t convinced. she dried her hands on a dish towel and sat across from her daughter. "i know we haven’t really talked about it, but i can see something’s bothering you. you’ve got a lot going on, i get that. but whatever it is with that boy—rafe, right?—you’ve gotta be careful. you don’t owe anyone your time if they’re toxic for you." she blinked, caught off guard by the advice. her mom had been out of her life for so long, yet she seemed to understand the situation with rafe more than delaney expected. alicia’s words hit close to home, stirring emotions she hadn’t fully processed. "i know," delaney said quietly. "it’s complicated."

alicia nodded. "it always is, but sometimes you have to choose what’s best for you, even if it’s hard. i know i wasn’t there for you, but i’m here now if you want to talk." for the first time since she’d moved in, delaney felt a glimmer of warmth toward her mother. maybe things could change between them. maybe it wasn’t too late to fix what had been broken.

later that afternoon, the pogues were gathered at the chateau as they normally were. there was a party happening on the cut tonight and surely the gang all had to go together. delaney was inside with kie and pope, while jj found himself on the porch with john b. they leaned back in the old chairs, sipping beers and enjoying the lazy sun dipping behind the trees. "so...what’s going on with you and delaney?" jj tensed, his eyes narrowing slightly. "what do you mean?" "come on, man. you’re not that good at hiding it." john b smirked, nudging his best friend with his elbow. "you like her." jj sighed, rubbing the back of his neck—it was true. "yeah, i do. i just... i don’t know if she feels the same, or if she’s still hung up on rafe. he’s been all over the place since she left him. and i mean, she’s different, you know? she’s not like us. i just don’t want to end up being not enough for her." john b leaned forward, his face serious now. "listen, sarah was in her shoes not too long ago. she was living that life, and it took her a while to figure out what she really wanted. laney’s still figuring it out too. you just have to give her space and time. but trust me, man—she wouldn’t be hanging with us if she didn’t see something in this life." jj thought about that for a moment, the tension in his chest easing slightly. "yeah, i guess. but it’s hard watching her still get caught up in all that rafe stuff." john b patted his shoulder. "if she’s really done with him, she’ll figure it out. you just have to be patient."

the bonfire flickered against the darkening sky, casting long shadows over the crowd as delaney sat near the edge of the group. she could hear the soft hum of conversation around her—john b was cracking jokes, kie laughing at pope’s sarcastic comments, while jj lounged beside her, casually tipping back a beer. but despite the familiar comfort of her new friends, delaney felt uneasy, her mind drifting back to rafe. she glanced around, hoping he wouldn’t show up, but a flicker of movement caught her eye. there he was—stumbling through the party, clearly drunk, his eyes bloodshot and locked onto her. "great," she muttered under her breath, the tension in her chest tightening. jj noticed her shift and followed her gaze, his relaxed posture stiffening when he spotted rafe.

"what the hell is he doing here?" jj muttered, setting his beer down and standing up. rafe staggered toward them, his steps unsteady as he shouted over the noise, "laaaneey! we need to talk!" delaney shot up out of her seat, putting space between her and rafe. "not now, rafe. just leave." rafe's lips curled into a sneer as he stumbled closer. "you think you can just ignore me? hang out with these people like you don’t belong with me?" jj stepped in front of her before she could react, his voice low and tense. "back off, cameron. she doesn’t want to talk to you." rafe’s eyes narrowed, locking onto jj with drunken hostility. "this has nothing to do with you," he slurred, shoving jj’s chest. delaney’s heart pounded. "jj, don’t—" she started, but jj didn’t budge, glaring at rafe. "you’ve done enough damage tonight, man," jj growled. "you don’t get to mess with her anymore." rafe’s face twisted in anger, and he threw a punch that landed square on jj’s jaw. delaney gasped as jj staggered back, but before rafe could swing again, jj tackled him to the ground, fists flying. "jj!" delaney shouted, rushing forward as john b and pope leaped into action. john b grabbed jj by the shoulders, pulling him off rafe, while pope dragged rafe to his feet, struggling to hold him back. "cut it out!" john b shouted as jj fought against his grip. rafe swayed on his feet, yanking his arm out of pope's grip, glaring at delaney with a mix of anger and confusion. "you’re choosing them over me?" he spat, his words slurring. her throat tightened, guilt and frustration swirling inside her. "yes, rafe. i am," she said, forcing the words out. "you need to leave." rafe’s face faltered, his anger wavering as he looked at her with something like hurt. but the moment was brief, and he shoved pope away once more, stumbling off into the crowd without another word. the adrenaline slowly drained from delaney as she watched him disappear. jj rubbed his jaw, his blue eyed gaze softening when he looked at her. "you okay?" john b asked, releasing jj and turning to her. she nodded, her hands still shaking. she didn't know what to say, she was stunned, unsure of how to process the chaos of the last few minutes. but just when she needed it, jj shot her a small, reassuring smile. "he’s not worth it, laney." her heart squeezed at the sound of his voice, the affection beneath his words cutting through her confusion. she looked at jj, meeting his eyes for a moment longer than usual.

later that night, jj offered—more like insisted—to walk delaney home. the bonfire had died down, the party dispersing, leaving only a few stragglers behind. they walked in silence at first, the cool ocean breeze cutting through the still-warm night. as they reached her porch, she turned to face him, the soft glow of the moon catching in his blue eyes. "thanks for, you know, stepping in back there." jj shrugged, leaning against the railing, his usual cocky grin slipping into something softer. "someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble." she smiled, her heart racing as she searched his face. she wasn’t sure when her feelings had shifted from casual friendship to something more, but standing here with him now, the realization hit her all at once. without thinking, she stepped closer, her breath hitching. jj seemed to freeze for a second, then leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a kiss that was both hesitant and electric. laney’s pulse quickened, her heart doing somersaults as she kissed him back, the world around them fading away. when they finally pulled apart, jj’s face was flushed, his eyes bright with something unspoken. "i’ll see you tomorrow?" jj asked, his voice soft, though there was an edge of hope in his words. she nodded, biting her lip to hide her smile. "yeah... see you." he gave her one last look before walking off into the night, leaving her standing on her porch, her thoughts swirling between the kiss, the mess with rafe and the beer she'd drank.

the house was dark and quiet when delaney stepped inside. her mother was working the night shift, so she was alone. she made her way into her bedroom, her mind still spinning from the night, a dull buzz of alcohol coursing through her veins. she had barely sat down on her bed when there was a knock at the door. her heart leapt, thinking it was jj coming back for another kiss. she hurried to the door and pulled it open without thinking. "jj, i—" her words caught in her throat. it wasn’t jj. it was rafe. he just stood there, slouched, eyes slightly glazed over from the alcohol. he was a mess— his blonde hair disheveled, shirt rumpled, and an unsteady look in his eyes that sent a wave of concern through her. the familiar scent of whiskey hit her, mixing with the faint smoke of the bonfire that clung to him from the party. "baby," he said, his voice hoarse, almost broken. "i needed to see you." she stood there, her hand still on the door, unsure of what to do. part of her wanted to tell him to go, that he didn’t belong here anymore, that he was the past. but another part of her—the part that had loved rafe for years, that had seen him in his darkest moments and still loved him—hesitated.

"rafe, you’re drunk," she said, though her voice lacked the conviction she wanted it to have. "you should go home." he shook his head, stumbling slightly as he moved closer. of course she knew about his father, about the way things had spiraled for him, but seeing him so raw and vulnerable, it tugged at something deep inside her. her mind was clouded, her thoughts slowed from the alcohol, and the line between pity and care blurred. "you don’t understand," rafe muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "you were the only person who ever saw the good in me. and now- now i don’t know how to let you go," she felt herself wavering, the alcohol loosening her resolve. she should push him away, tell him to leave, but she couldn’t shake the memories of how things used to be. the easy way they’d fallen into each other’s lives. the chemistry between them, how strong it had always been, even in the worst of times. rafe took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm. "i thought i could, but i can’t." he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. the closeness between them was suffocating, stirring up emotions she thought she’d buried. the way he was looking at her—desperate, broken—made her heart ache in ways she didn’t want to admit. the alcohol buzzed in her system, making it harder to think straight, to push him away.

"rafe, i…" she started, but the words died on her lips as his hand gently cupped her cheek. his touch was familiar, achingly so, and for a brief moment, she let herself fall back into the comfort of it—the safety of what they used to be. she should’ve stopped him, told him that things were different now, that jj was who she wanted. but her judgment was clouded, her head spinning from the emotions he stirred up. "you don’t have to say anything," rafe whispered, his forehead resting against hers. "just don’t leave me, please, not again." his breath mingled with hers, and in that moment, laney couldn’t bring herself to pull away. the pull between them was undeniable, a force she’d always struggled to resist, and now, with her defenses weakened, she didn’t want to fight it. before she could think better of it, their lips met. it was soft at first, tentative, like they were testing the waters. but then rafe deepened the kiss, pulling her closer with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. her heart raced and her hands instinctively found their way to his chest, gripping his shirt as she kissed him back. the chemistry between them sparked to life, burning through her like wildfire. for a few fleeting moments, everything else melted away. the confusion, the guilt, the thoughts of jj, her father's death—they all vanished, replaced by the familiar heat between them. his hands roamed her body, refamiliarizing himself with every curve before making his way to her waist, pulling her against him, and she didn’t resist. she couldn’t. it felt too good. his strong hands gave her ass a firm squeeze, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering hard before reality hit— sharp and painful. laney broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she pulled away. her heart pounded in her chest, and the weight of what had just happened crashed down on her. she blinked, staring back at rafe, who was still inches away, his hands lingering on her waist. his blue eyes were dark, filled with something unreadable. "what's wrong, why'd you stop?" he softly chuckled, his hands sliding up to cup her face again. but she just shook her head, stepping back out of his reach. "i- i can't do this again with you."

"you kissed me back," he said, his voice laced with confusion and frustration. "i know you want me back, laney." the brunette pressed a hand to her mouth, her mind reeling. she didn’t know how to answer that, didn’t know how to explain the pull she still felt toward him, even when everything in her life was pointing in the opposite direction. "i don’t know," she admitted, her voice breaking. "i don’t know what i want anymore." she braced herself, expecting him to blow up, but instead he just stared at her, his expression softening slightly. the anger that had been bubbling beneath the surface seemed to dissipate, replaced by something sadder, more vulnerable. "you know what? don’t decide tonight," he said softly, stepping closer again, but more gently this time. "sleep on it, but i’m not giving up on you. i can’t." she looked up at him, her chest tight with emotion. the weight of the kiss, the weight of everything, pressed down on her, and she didn’t know how to handle it. rafe sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, and staggered toward her bed. he collapsed onto it, still fully dressed, his eyes drooping from the alcohol and the exhaustion. she just stood frozen, watching him as the reality of the situation settled in. her head throbbed, her emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. rafe was lying in her bed, and jj… jj was out there, thinking everything was fine. guilt gnawed at her, the enormity of the situation crushing her. she wanted to crawl into bed, to disappear under the covers and forget everything. but she knew it wasn’t that easy. nothing was that easy anymore.