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55sturn · 11 months ago

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Hey!!!! Do you think you could do a husband/dad Matt headcanons???

✮ HUSBAND + DAD!MATT WHO…/ HEADCANONS

BF!MATT who was so nervous to propose, he takes you back to the place you had your first date in boston, it was not your first official date overall, but it was the first one you had in his honetown after you met his parents a year prior, the same night his mom gave him her engagement ring.

the two of you were sitting on a bench at some park late at night, just talking about everything and cuddling, and he just blurts it out because he can’t wait any longer, he’s not on one or anything, just sitting there beside you.

“marry me.” “w-what?” “i’ve got a ring in my pocket right now and i’ve had it for a year, i’ve carried it around for a year straight because i’ve been wanting to ask you since the second my mom gave me the ring the night you met her. you are the person i want to spend my life with, my family adores you, i adore you, there’s no better match for me, so marry me?” “you’d be an idiot if you think i’m saying no.”

and the second you two get back to his parents house, he’s waking up his brothers and telling them you said yes.

FIANCÉ!MATT who doesn’t want a big wedding, but he is willing to give you whatever you want because he has already and will forever dedicate his life to making you happy.

FIANCÉ!MATT who settles for a small-ish wedding with close friends and family in the backyard of his parent’s cape cod house.

FIANCÉ!MATT who decides chris and nate are going to be his best men and he asks nick to get ordained so he can play an equally as important part in the wedding.

HUSBAND!MATT who the second you two are officially husband and wife and in your way for your honeymoon, he’s doing the cheesy movie scene and carrying you through the door way.

HUSBAND!MATT who is such an acts of service husband, like he’s doing everything you want and ask for.

HUSBAND!MATT who 100% gets cheesy mr and mrs. monogrammed mugs and dishes for you both.

HUSBAND!MATT who cries when he finds out your wedding gift to him, which, with the help of his family, is his own vacation home in vermont.

HUSBAND!MATT who gifts you your own house to raise a family with him in.

DAD!MATT HEADCANONS

DAD!MATT who knows you’re pregnant before you even tell him, he tracks your periods and everything and has your cycle memorized so when he sees that your box of tampons/pads is unopened underneath the sink two weeks after your period was due, alarms are going off in his bed because he’s sure you should’ve used majority of them by now.

DAD!MATT who and picks up a couple tests for you, and places them on the table in front of you and you’re shocked that he’s aware because you had only just started suspecting that you were pregnant.

DAD!MATT, who the second you see the positive test, is pulling you into such an intense kiss, one so full of love and passion that you have to pull away to breathe and then you’re joking “be careful a kiss like that is what got us here.”

DAD!MATT who when you guys find out the gender, you also find out that you’re having two twin girls and is so unbelievably happy.

DAD!MATT who wanted to do a big surprise when you guys’ visit his family back in boston but matt being matt, he accidentally tells them so casually in the middle of dinner that his mom chokes on her water and is like “wait what?”

DAD!MATT who is buying every tiny pink thing he sees, you’ll tell him that the babies don’t need another pink pacifier because you’ve already got a drawer full and he’s like “i don’t care i’m buying it for them.”

DAD!MATT who, just like chris, had his brothers help put all the furniture together while you’re out because matt doesn’t want you do anything heavy lifting.

DAD!MATT who is extremely overprotective of you.

DAD!MATT who will not hesitate to bitch someone out in public if they stare at you funny.

DAD!MATT who had to-go bags in the car before you found you were pregnant, they were packed and ready the moment you agreed to try for a family.

DAD!MATT who, the girls are born, is an emotional wreck, he’s just so in awe and love of what you did, of the fact that you carried and made life. he doesn’t acknowledge his part in it because he’s like “you did all the hard work.”

DAD!MATT who is wrapped around his daughter’s fingers.

DAD!MATT who struggles to say no to them all the time.

DAD!MATT who is so protective of all his girls.

DAD!MATT who raises them to not take any disrespect because he girls deserve the best.

DAD!MATT who also sets the standard for what kind of partner the girls should be with.

DAD!MATT who is so supportive everything they choose to do.

#matt sturniolo #headcanons #anons<3 #replies!#matt sturniolo x reader

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she-karev · 21 days ago

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Dress and Tux Shopping (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Wedding Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 17

AN: Here’s another chapter for you guys! Like and reblog below and let me know what you think.

Summary: Amber and the girls go wedding dress shopping while the man go tuxedo shopping.

Words: 2762

December 26th, 2020

Andrew puts the single buttoned dinner jacket over his white dress shirt inspecting himself in the full body mirror with Alex and Jackson inside the dressing rooms getting ready as well. The Tuxedo Club is only occupied with the men who all wear masks.

“Is a tux too much?” Andrew asks the guys feeling overdressed for a speedy court wedding, “I mean you two got married in the courthouse was a tux really appreciated when you stood in front of a judge for 10 minutes and recited old vows made by the state?”

Jackson comes out in a navy-blue suit with a black dress shirt and navy-blue tie, “Um I wore a suit with no tie and April wore a white dress I helped her pick out at a clothing store that was open at the dead of night. Of course, we got a minister, so it was a little bit different from a judge.”

“I thought you said you did a courthouse wedding?” Andrew asks picking out a black bow tie.

“No we did a hasty wedding.” Jackson explains buttoning his suit, “We got a nondenominational minister and got married in a garden overlooking Lake Tahoe.”

“Lake Tahoe?” Andrew asks confused wrapping the tie under his collar, “For a hasty wedding you sure went a long way out of town to do the ceremony.”

Jackson chuckles, “Yeah it’s uh it’s a really long story.”

Alex scoffs stepping out in a black suit with a red tie, “It’s really not, Avery stood up at Kepner’s wedding to Matthew, professed his love and they ran away and got hitched. It was like a freaking Julia Roberts movie in real life.”

Jackson tsks at that short explanation, “Okay maybe it wasn’t that long of a story.”

Andrew looks shocked at that story, “Wow and here I thought Jo and Alex had an eventful wedding.”

“Remind me to tell you the story of my first wedding.” Alex says amused before looking at himself in the mirror pleased with the results, “It’s not bad, it’s definitely something I can rent without getting it dirty because this is gonna be the shortest wedding in the world.”

“I am not complaining about that.” Jackson agrees with his friend, “As long as I get to my flight at 9 I will officiate them if need be.”

Andrew struggles to tie his bowtie and takes it off, “Forget it, I’m going tieless.”

Jackson grins at that, “Amber is cool, she’s not expecting you in a top hat or a long coat she just wants you there and say the words back to her and the judge. And you better say them otherwise-”

“Your gonna declare your love and run off with her too?” Alex jokes with Andrew chuckling finding that funny as well.

Jackson mockingly grins at them, “Funny, I missed your insults the most in Boston.”

“Look don’t worry gentlemen I am not running away this time.” Andrew declares to his fiancé’s protectors, “After the year we have had and the amount of work I put into earning Amber’s trust again I am not gonna screw up the best thing that happened to me if I can help it. I’m gonna walk down to that courthouse and say those words a thousand times if I have to as long as I get to marry that gorgeous woman.”

Alex smirks impressed, “Wow you really do love her.”

Andrew smiles facing himself in the mirror, “I love her so much.”

Jackson pats his arm giving him his approval as well, “Put a ring on her.”

Andrew nods with a grin before Alex speaks with a grin, “One last thing.”

“I know the big brother speech your about to give.” Andrew says facing Alex, “If I hurt her you’ll kill me.”

“No, she’ll kill you.” Alex corrects causing Andrew to frown at that hard truth with Jackson chuckling.

“Yeah, she most definitely will.” Jackson addresses the store manager, “We’ll take these suits to rent please. Thank you.”

Andrew shrugs it off exhaling a breath, “Okay let’s get me married.”

“Almost.” Alex explains as they all head back to their dressing rooms, “First we gotta wait for the bride to get ready.”

Meanwhile

Jo and April clink their coffee mugs before sipping the caffeine while sitting in the armchairs in front of the fitting room at I Do bridal boutique waiting for Amber to come out with the first wedding dress. Maya and Carina enter the fitting room each carrying a small pile of wedding dresses in their arms.

Jo smiles at them behind her mask, “Are you guys getting married again?”

“No this is for the bride to be in there.” Maya explains hanging her pile by the cloth curtain that Amber is behind, “We have exactly 47 minutes until the hair and nails appointment, and she needs to try on as many dresses as possible otherwise she is gonna show up in a messy bun and brittle cuticles. And after the hair she has an appointment with Cassandra at 5th avenue for her makeup. Normally she has to schedule at least two months in advance but I saved her life when she was in a car wreck last year so she squeezed us in. Also, I talked to Vic and her folks agreed to cater for the afterparty at their house. I don’t know if they like Polish, but I can tell you the Hughes make a great pierogi trust me.”

Jo and April look at Maya in surprise over her long and detailed plan that causes the blonde firefighter to furrow her eyebrows confused, “What?”

“I forget are you the one marrying Andrew or is it Amber your leaving Carina for?” Jo asks teasingly causing April to chuckle next to her.

“Hey this is a big day for all of us.” Maya explains sharply causing Jo and April to stop smiling as they see the serious glint in her eyes, “After the year we have all had with the virus and the fires and immigration and wars against PD and demotion and the death toll by the millions a wedding is just what we need to end this year better than how it started. Besides if I didn’t take charge, you know Amber and Andrew would have probably settled with takeout pizza and YouTube makeup tutorials.”

Carina grins nodding in agreement, “Bambina you know I love it when you go all Queen of the Clipboard, but I think now you’re overstepping in my brothers and his fiancé’s big day.”

“As usual your wife is right.” Amber calls out before pulling the curtain away revealing herself in a white flapper dress with 4 tier fringe layers and spaghetti straps complete with high heels.

Jo gasps with a wide smile as the dress in her opinion is perfect for Amber’s laid-back style. April looks conflicted as her opinion is different from Jo’s about the risqué dress that to her is not typically what a bride wears. Amber ignores their reactions to explain to Maya, “Look I appreciate all that you have done, and I will gladly take it but I would also appreciate it in the future if you would consult with me and Andrew before making decisions on what should be our wedding day.”

Maya looks at the dress inquisitively, “The dress is nice but it’s a little too Showgirls. I picked out a great dress for you, it’s long and tasteful and it shows off all your features. Vera Wang never disappoints.”

April nods in agreement, “Amber I don’t want to step in like Maya or God forbid my sisters, but that dress makes you look like a toilet brush. A beautiful toilet brush don’t get me wrong.”

Amber views herself in the full body mirror before pursing her lips at the sight, “I thought it would make me feel like Daisy Buchanan and less Ali Rose. Toss it in the no pile.”

“Grazie a dio.” Carina says under her breath before Amber goes back to the fitting room. A few moments later she comes out in a long white crepe dress with long sleeves, a leg slit and a deep v neck giving her an elegant bride vibe. Jo and April grin at the sight.

“Now that is your dress.” Jo states, “It shows off all of your best parts which are a lot.”

“I give this dress a 10.” April agrees, “It’s sleek and it’s elegant, it’s just the kind of dress you wear to a courthouse.”

Maya nods, “Let’s just say this if I wasn’t already married, I would put a ring on you.”

“But the only opinion that matters is yours.” Carina reminds the women before looking at Amber with a grin, “What do you think Amber? Is this your wedding dress?”

Amber groans feeling around her chest, “I feel I’m getting a mammogram this thing is a strait jacket I feared I would get as a child. This is not my wedding dress this is my nightmare come to life.”

“I hate it.” Jo says wanting Amber to feel comfortable and not lash out on her happy day.

“Me too.” April seconds.

“Honestly it does the impossible and makes you look unappealing.” Maya joins in with Carina chuckling at how quickly they shifted gears for the bride.

Amber rolls her eyes before going back to her dressing room and taking a moment to put on a new dress before calling out from behind the curtain, “Okay I know we said the first one was a no, but I think I found a way to make it more modest. What do you think?”

Amber steps out of the dressing room in the first dress she tried on, this time it has a long bridal cape around it. It is hung from Amber’s neck with her arms through the holes allowing her to wave it and show off the dress under it. The women look surprised by the change in the dress that they disliked with Carina looking conflicted over whether or not to support her future in law.

“It’s…pretty.” Carina says unsure of how to proceed.

Amber frowns at Carina’s obvious lie and sighs, “Okay truth time for 10 seconds what do you all really think?”

April answers first immediately, “It’s makes you look like a Showgirl but with a mosquito net on this time.”

“I have to second Kepner here.” Jo confesses, “I love a casual wedding dress as much as the next gal but fringe hasn’t been in since the 70’s.”

“It’s like streamers were glued on you and you put parchment paper over it.”

Carina joins Maya, “I have to support my wife on this bambina sorry.”

Amber purses her lips regretting asking their opinion that sinks in, “Glad I brought all of you with me.”

She goes back inside the dressing room where she changes again. Amber comes out in a white strapless A-line ballgown with a sweetheart neckline and tiered ruffle skirt the leaves a court train in the back.

April gasps overcome by how ethereal and fairytale like it is with Carina awing in joy at how beautiful her brother’s future wife looks.

“I love it.” April declares with a smile behind her mask, “You look just like Cinderella.”

“You look absolutely gorgeous Bella.” Carina joins in with a smile, “Andrea will pass out when he sees you in this.”

Jo chuckles, “I think he’ll pass out in exhaustion on their wedding night after trying to find the zipper in that ruffled mess.”

“Not to mention the safety hazard an overstuffed dress like that carries.” Maya points out with Carina raising an eyebrow at her skepticism, “I’m not being bitter I’m being a firefighter. I have had multiple calls at weddings where the bride’s massive skirt caught fire, or they broke their legs after tripping too many times. It looks nice but carries multiple risks.”

Amber examines herself in her big gown that she immediately dislikes, “I feel like Big Bird dipped in bleach.”

April frowns but complies, “No pile it is.”

Amber pulls the zipper down letting the dress pool around her ankles and leaving her in a white lace corset and panties, “Maybe I’m not wedding dress material or dressable at all. I can’t think of anything worse.”

Jo stands up and approaches her sister-in-law who is starting to stress, “Amber you are stunning, don’t worry about it. You can wear jeans, and a graphic tee and Andrew would still want to marry you.”

“She’s right.” April stands up and looks over the dresses on the hanger, “Sometimes you have to try on like 100 different gowns to find the right one and even then, it’s not gonna match the one you had in your head as a little girl when you daydreamed about getting married.”

Amber sighs walking to the water fountain, “Yeah well that’s nice but I don’t even have a wedding dress I imagined because I never saw dreamed myself getting married.”

April looks at her friend stunned, “Really? Never?”

Amber takes a sip from the cup before answering, “Well you had loving farmer parents, my dad left my mom when I was two and my brothers first wife left him a note before they divorced.”

“Fair enough.” April responds understanding her cynicism now.

Maya steps in with regret, “Look ladies I hate to be the bridezilla here especially since I’m not the bride, but our hair appointment is nonrefundable and traffic is gonna pick up soon. We should move this along and try on as many dresses until Amber feels like a bride instead of a stripper or a bird.”

Carina joins April in her dress search, “Just tell us what you’re looking for Amber, maybe we can find it.”

Amber sips her water, “I don’t know. I want something that’s me, something that’s elegant but not serious, comfy but beautiful, something that says bride but I’m my own person who doesn’t need a man to swoop in and take her away because I have an MD, I worked my ass off to earn.”

Maya raises an eyebrow at that, “Is that all?”

Jo purses her lips at that long description, “Maybe they have that category online.”

“Ahem.” The ladies turn to find the bridal boutique manager standing there with a dress in her hands, “I heard you were having trouble finding a dress and although we don’t carry dresses in that specific description. I have a little number here by Heaton I think will look and feel perfect on you.”

Amber approaches the manager to inspect the dress in her hands. The white dress is a tulle gown that has off the shoulder straps. The bodice is a lace corset with a soft net and a white ribbon waistband. The bottom is an A-Line skirt with a sweep train. The simple elegance calls to Amber as she becomes enticed feeling the soft material in her hands.

“It was on the clearance rack so it’s for a good price.” The lady explains, “And it’s about your size so there’s no room for adjustment and it goes well with the casual but classic style you’re searching for.”

“It is beautiful, and I do love off the shoulder.” Amber takes the dress from the saleslady, “Let’s see if this is as great as you make it out to be.”

Amber puts the dress on in the middle of the store since she is already undressed. The clerk zips up the dress that hugs Amber’s firm waist and chest. The dress feels right on the prickly resident who smiles feeling like a bride for the first time since entering the store. Once she sets the straps around her biceps the bride to be turns to her group who look stunned by its beauty.

Carina whistles in approval, “Wow my brother is a lucky man.��

“Amber that’s it.” Jo declares with finality.

“That is absolutely perfect.” April seconds.

Maya gasps at this sight with a smile, “Wow and I thought I was the most beautiful bride at my wedding. You’re not as beautiful as my wife was but you’re a close second.”

Carina snickers, “Thank you Bambina. Amber you are gorgeous you look like a bride.”

“I know right?” Amber smiles in agreement feeling the skirt around herself as she twirls around inspecting herself in the mirror before stopping, “This is it you guys, I’m taking it.”

Maya claps her hand happy to move things along, “Great, Marian pack this up quickly we got a wedding to prepare for!”

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bibimbinge · 1 year ago

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10 BL boys I want carnally <3

Much much love to @ayansbff for tagging me!! I hope you know what you’re in for cause tagging me in a post to simp?? ok! I have a reason to SCREAM about these men who made me question my asexuality.

Mantrisanu - Jeng (Step by Step)

nobody but my acemate (@mooniyuta) knows just how obsessed I was with Mantrisanu during the Step by Step era. When I tell ya I forgot I was ace as soon as I saw his giant 1.90m ass on screen.. I forgot I was even a person. I am a squirrel needing to climb a tree. WOW! just WOW!! Step by Step? No! Step On Me.

Jam Rachata - Tinn/Jiu (Laws Of Attaction/To Sir With Love)

just Jam Rachata in general. He’s just a few years older than me but I will call him Daddy. When I saw him in Laws of Attraction I was intrigued then I stayed for the plot then I got hooked with their chemistry. Lucky for me I’ve never watched To Sir With Love before, so I did… and I can hear the wedding bells ringing as soon as I saw how his hunky meaty goodness handle that rusted half scissors turned murder weapon.

First Kanaphan - Alan/Sand (Moonlight Chicken/Only Friends)

I’ve been salivating for this man since Not Me. I suffered through The Shipper for this man. It’s not just his beautiful handsome gorgeous self that does it for me, its also his charm. Like he’s so charming and has this aura about him that’s just warm and homey. His smile is like the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. His eyes are just so sparkly and beautiful, if I ever meet him irl I’d probably trip over myself getting lost in them. I understand Khaotung not wanting to share him with anyone because I would do the same.

Bright - Yai (I Feel You Linger In The Air)

He’s so handsome I can cry. This man is like Jam x2. Like he has such a perfect face for male lead in romance genre. Where has he been all my life?? Maybe its Yai the character that feeds my deluluism, but when General Yai popped up in ifylita with a freakin porn stache and I wasn’t immidiately appalled, I knew I was a goner.

Neo - Boston (Only Friends)

Neo has always been cute to me. Catches my eye in every series he’s in but then Only Friends happened AND I WAS FLOORED!!! It was like ya know when you enter your teen years and that cute person you’ve grown up with had a growth spurt and you’re like daaaang when did you get hot 👀 Yeah that’s me with Neo.

Ohm Pawat - Pat (Bad Buddy)

specifically Ohm as Pat cause he was chunky and meaty and oof his arms were distracting as fuck. Anytime he showed up with that damn tank top I was like pls may I bite. He’s just so *feral animalistic growling* I personally love a man whos chunky meaty mucles and looks like they can lift me. AND HIS SMILE??? HIS TWINKLING EYED SMILE?!?!?!?! I’m gone. what a baaaabe!!!

Try imagining? alrighty if you say so 😚

Keita Machida - Kurosawa (Cherry Magic)

I remember watching cherry magic for the first time in 2020 and I was in awe. He is so dreamy and handsome. I hate to say it again guys but.. his smile!! Like I’m obsessed with him!! Both me and bestie screamed when we saw him in Alice In Borderland (overgrown blondie with roots showing and he is messy and he smokes and I was barely breathing) and then scream cried when his head EXPLODED!?!?!?!) Anyway, I’d marry this guy. like legit.

Earth Pirapat - Jim (Moonlight Chicken)

I am not done with the young dilfs. I have no other words other than !! HIM !! like I would need to make a seperate Earth appreciation post to start talking about him. This post is getting too long anyway so I’m gonna not say much here but.. just know I would drop everything for him.

Papang - Gumpa (Not Me)

my need for Papang to suffocate me in his tiddies arms is like my human need to eat to keep myself sustained. He just looks like the best recharging station. That doesn’t make sense but it makes sense.

Even going through the gif list to choose a Papang gif gave my tummy flips

Bosston Suphadach - Pruk (Between Us)

THERE’S A NEWBIE ON MY LIST WOO!!! I feel like because he hasnt been here long and has only played sub-minor parts, people forgot about him .. BUT I. DID. NOT. <3 Did you see him in between us alongside Sammy?? Yes. I too would be purposefully tripping in front of him so that he can hold me in his big strong arms. Also him and the doctor in Be My Favourite?? SIIIIICKKK!!!! Let’s just say I’m excited to watch their spinoff next year ✨

I’ve got a few more but these men are mainly the ones that I need to have. In conclusion, Big Guy, Big Arms, Big Smiles. Love them, Love Him.

thank you lovely gif makers @zhivchik @mushiemadarame @rayandgay @wanderlust-in-my-soul @kiyosuku @warmday @sunsetandthemoon @bunnakit @daikunart and lovely moots @dramalets @drama-nonsense @mooniyuta @mooninagust @these-emo-thoughts @sparklyeyedhimbo @khaotungsfirst @blue-grama @absolutebl @troubled-mind who enable this obsession.

#blneobin #tagged #BL nation

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team-sanvich2 · 1 year ago

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Next is Blu Team's Spy, Gérard.

Today's post might be lacking in details, and like the Medic Post, things might not 100% align with the information presented in the picture above, as these are being made with a gap between them.

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Gérard was born in France but immigrated to the States with his mother while he was still a kid. The two ended up in a rather shady part of New York, doing anything that was possible for survival, his mother had become a lady of the night, who would offer services to men who would be found dead by the next day, and the mistress would be seen with her son in some rather expensive clothing, bring him to a nice school and by the end of the year, they managed to move into a nicer apartment, far away from where they were, but Thorned Rose, as she used to be called, refused to stop her business, getting in contact with more rich clients, some took their time to wind up dead, probably trying to get close to her, but she would silence them whenever her little Gérardito would wind up hurt.

The attitude of his mother would sometimes make him question right from wrong, what he was being taught in school was far different from his life at home, where no matter how bad you acted, like when his mother killed her "lovers" and got away with it, as long as it was for good cause, all was well. This would later be applied in his school life, running a small contraband ring inside the building, selling various products to the older students, but also managing to do much more.

The School was a prestigious one, however, with all of its dirt being covered up over a mask of "99% of students managing to go to Havard" when in fact, they were getting bribed by the various rich parents, said students being some of his clients, this went in collision with another issue, students with a less fortunate upbringing were being denied opportunities, and teachers would play favorites with the kids who's parents would be personally add thousands of dollars if their children were to pass their classes.

Gérard gathered and copied what he could find and brought it to an authority figure, his mother, who decimated each one of the parents with evidence but hid the fact that Gérard did most of the digging, and she was very proud of her little "spy".

This cleverness led him through a path of deception, trickery, and lies, but that would build him up to become a detective, one who would not hesitate to gather every information he could about his colleagues, but Gérard had started to work with someone, a fellow French man that had a similar upbringing to his, born in France, had a hard-working mother and was a respected figure in the Station

The two were a wonder duo of sorts, the hardest cases were often entrusted to the two of them, and most would either end in a successful arrest or a shoot-out where the two would walk out of it tired and injured. It was thought that nothing could break the two but, things took a turn once the BLU man met who he thought was the love of his life.

The two met when the woman was working at a diner to help raise her 3 boys, Gérard would often tip the lady before leaving given that she was in a position similar to his mother, who was back in France and would often write to her boy, especially after he said that he and Melinda Delilah started dating and were living together in Boston.

Once there, a wedding ceremony was held and a year later, they had 2 boys together, but things were about to take a turn, Gérard had received a call that he was going to be promoted into a special position in a Secret Services Facility, but it was going to be in Alaska, a desolated place that had become rampant with crime and shady activity, not to mention incredibly dangerous, but now having 5 kids, he took the opportunity and the family moved.

His wife would voice her worries about Gérard being out in the cold often, but he would assure her that everything was okay, and things were going well, the place they were living was nice, and their relationship as a family was going well, but...As a couple? it was a different story.

Perhaps it was due to both being each other's first loves, maybe it was the drastic change in environment, or the jobs Spy was taking for BLU Corp and refused to tell Mell to keep her safe so RED would not target her or their kids, where now 6 at this point with Little Bidwell, but the love between them was deteriorating, in nowadays the man recognizes that perhaps marriage wasn't something neither were seeking or that maybe she wanted something else, and she found it.

Gérard had received an odd visit from his old Detective friend, Gérard was happy to see him and decided to invite him to stay over as no hotel in town was vacant, but it turned out to be a mistake, as Gérard would find his wife absent from their bed, and in his ex-partner's bed.

Matters escalated when Melinda found out she was pregnant, before the men would break out in a fight, the couple simply decided to divorce and go their separate ways. A year after, Gérard caught a strange hooded figure in the front of his house leaving a weird basket, and once he checked inside, there he was, Antonie, a boy who according to a letter inside the basket was his son, Melinda had included in the letter that she sent him there cause she felt horrible, she could not look at the baby without thinking of the man that was her husband through most of her life, but also because he resembled too much the 'other man". Despite her words, Gérard only saw Antonie as his boy, his "faon mignon" (cute fawn from google translate), and his pride and joy.

Unkowst to him, and the RED Spy, Antonie is one of a pair of twins, Jeremy, however, bores more resemblance to Gérard, which causes quite a lot of confusion but, the BLU Father and Son don't care that much, at least...They don't show it a lot.

As for how he meets Yana, this occurs in the events of "Mann VS Machine" in this AU, where RED Heavy's family comes to live with Misha to keep them safe and while the two teams deal with Gray's robots, and Gérard was head over hills for her after she saved him from a nasty fall, and unlike how Jeremy asked Spy for romantic advice, Gérard went to his son who he KNOWS IS DATING and thus asks him for advice.

#art fortress 2 #team fortress 2 #blu team #tf2 au #BLU Spy

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aclaywrites · 1 year ago

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How to fall in love via Deneuve Magazine Personal Ads Circa 1993

❖ Go to your mailbox and see that your latest issue of Deneuve magazine has been delivered. It’s in a plain brown envelope, but you still take it all the way inside the house before you open it.

❖ Take a moment to gaze at the cover and appreciate the fact that it’s named after Catherine Deneuve in honor of her sex scene from The Hunger which awakened us all.

❖ Flip past the first few pages of ads. Do I want to fax away for a brochure about the chance to go on a Kenyan photo safari with the world’s first out lesbian commedienne? What about the Olivia Thanksgiving cruise?

❖ Enjoy the Editor’s Column about how our new President Clinton has pledged to make real progress for the LGBT community. Bask in the warm glow of happiness knowing that the gay dark ages are finally coming to a close.

❖ Chuckle at Alison Bechdel’s ad for the Feminist Bookstore Network and wish you had one of those stores near you.

❖ Keep up with the state of the lesbian nation via the letters to the editor. Aren’t the repressive laws being passed in Oregon and Colorado shocking? Goddess bless that Kentucky baby dyke having to dodge the KKK at her high school 🙁

❖ Read the wedding announcements and get all choked up, remembering why you’re here. Resist the urge to flip to the end and see if there’s anyone new from last month. Hope springs eternal!

❖ Oh, the 20th anniversary of Naiad Press! I love their stuff! Especially how all the covers look like they’re printed with ink that was on sale. I wonder if they have any more copies of that Lesbian Queries book from 1990???

❖ Audre Lorde sure is gonna give them hell at the march on Washington, eh?

❖ So many bookstores. So many books.

❖ An article about Safe Sex! Hell yes! Even though lesbians don’t get AIDS because we’re God’s chosen people, this will be fun to read about in theory! “After all, aren’t we told that lesbians and priests are in the lowest risk category?” lol people thought priests weren’t constantly having gay sex. Simpler times.

❖ An interview with Alison Bechdel! She’s so swoony.

❖ Articles about soap operas, speculation about Hilary Clinton, gossip about Madonna and Sandra Bernhard. And what about Whoopi Goldberg? And that Ellen lady? She’s been on Arsenio Hall acting all cagy about the men in her life. A list of women we wish were gay, including Joan Jett? Didn’t she sing Crimson and Clover without changing pronouns like waaaaay back in the 80s

❖ Music reviews: Sweet Honey in the Rock and Alix Dobkin! We’re almost to the ads…

❖ Labrys jewelry, freedom rings. C’mon, let’s get to the good stuff!

❖ Here we go! Classified ads– 30 words for $20! Queer personal finance, we buy used computers, a lesbian resort in New Hampshire.

❖ Personals at last! Is my woman here?

❖ Hey there’s that woman who has an ad every month expressing her ‘complete and sincere respect for’ women in military, fire, police, private security, corrections’. A gay male ad would say ‘Uniform fetish’ but apparently we’re too delicate.

❖ Bisexual boston babe ‘femalely handsome’ looking for someone who’s ‘nice to look at, not a feminist and not a bitch’. Next!

❖ Lonesome in Wyoming, Bisexual Bodybuilder, Softball is over, time to find someone warm for winter, Reubenesque Arkansas Buddhist…

❖ Find a girl who sounds promising– seems interesting and is not too far away. Spend a day or so composing a letter with a pen and piece of paper introducing yourself. If you don’t have a photo of yourself that you like, have a friend take one. Then finish the roll of film and bring it to the Fotomat and wait a day or so and then pick up the prints and hope you like one of them. Choose one anyway, and put it in the envelope with your letter.

❖ Get a stamp, hang it on the mailbox, never hear anything ever again.

❖ One month later, go to your mailbox and see that your copy of Deneuve has arrived.

#lesbian queries #lesbian query of the day #Deneuve magazine #personal ads #lesbian love #lesbian sex #yay lesbians

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bostonringandgem · 1 month ago

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Boston Ring And Gem

Black wedding bands offer a bold, modern take on a centuries-old tradition. For couples seeking something unique, these rings deliver style and symbolism in a way that stands apart from traditional metals like gold and platinum. But are they the perfect fit for you? Let’s explore their features, benefits, and drawbacks to help you decide.

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that-kid-from-vault-101 · 1 year ago

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The Elder had been relieved when the Minutemen had been amenable to coexistence. He had little doubt that the Brotherhood would win a war with the neo-colonial militia, but they were numerous, ubiquitous in the region, and spread out in such a way that a single hammer strike was exceedingly unlikely to eliminate them, even with their leadership dead. He’d likely have to divert troops from New York to Boston, and it would be a political disaster for years to come.

Aaron exhaled through his nose, and banished these thoughts. It was difficult, the running of tactical possibilities was one of the many things that came naturally to him now. But two wars in the region was more than enough, and it was more than inappropriate to repay the Generals spirit of cooperation with musings over how to destroy them if it came to that.

“Cryostasis.” He repeated the word with a small nod, once more hoping with all of his heart that whoever had decided on Vault-Tecs experiment programs was in a most special place in hell. “My vault was an experiment in what would happen if it never opened. An eternal underground kingdom beneath the Overseer. It didn’t work out that way. My father and I were let into the vault when I was a baby. He was a doctor and they needed him.”

When she held up the second ring he nodded again, his right hand coming from behind his back, his head tilting down to look at where his own wedding band was covered by the armored riot gauntlet. His own father had never remarried, never removed his ring, had spoken of his mother often and fondly. It seemed he was, in more than one way, simply a trajectory echo of Doctor James Sheling.

“Was taken by the Institute.” He finished her sentence, his hand dropping back to his side. There was some tension in the timbre of his voice, something akin to anger flashing in his eyes for a tiny moment. “She’s there, still. Many organizations have sought to kidnap Vault Dwellers as test subjects, due to our DNA being untouched by radiation. If what they were doing was dangerous, or had a fatality rate, they would have taken more people.”

It wasn’t much of a reassurance. But it was spoken with authority, from the mouth of a man of science who knew with certainty how other men of science operated. There was a brief pause.

“It was my father.” He finally contributed his response to the main topic of their conversation. “He was a doctor, a scientist, I don’t know if you’ve heard of Project Purity, but it was of his and my mothers making. He went to finish it, I followed.”

Go. Run!

“He was killed by a group known as the Enclave. Pre-War government remnants. That’s how I joined the Brotherhood. I was nineteen. It’s how I met my wife. She was killed in an ambush, almost seven years ago.”

His words felt inadequate. There was so much to say, about his father, about Sarah, about everything that had led to him standing on this hill. He simply didn’t know where to begin.

“I can’t relate growing up in a vault to growing up pre-war. Having all you know stripped to nothing before you, an N99 shoved into your hand, and being thrust into hell on earth with a purpose? That, I understand.”

@that-kid-from-vault-101 continued from here

♘ ― a thoughtful hum would be her only response at first, her pale blues not once tearing from the scene in the distance. it was an odd thing to say, she couldn't deny that, but to her it was possible that the two leaders had more in common than she first thought. and river never really was good at keeping her thoughts to herself.

accepting his offer so far hadn't been a bad idea as well. while the young woman had been so quick to judge during their arrival, seeing what they could do for the commonwealth and what they wanted to do in order to help humanity survive gave her a new perspective. something that preston suggested. 'we can never have too many allies.' she could almost hear his voice clear as day, causing the corners of her lips to twitch as she tried to withhold smiling to herself. truthfully, the general had heard plenty of things about the elder himself, but prying his past out of anyone had proven to be rather difficult. not that she had been purposefully trying.

being overly curious was just something that came naturally to her. which usually didn't bear too many consequences, that is, until it did. rarely anyone would point out the wedding ring. something she grew thankful for with how painful it could be to relieve the memories of that day, but she couldn't blame him when she had been trying to learn more about him herself.

❝ it was my mom. even after pops died she never did take it off. if there was ever a more accurate display of true love, i'd say it was them. ❞ she lifted her dog tags, a second wedding band dangling from it. it was her fathers, but instead of voicing it she hoped the implication spoke for her as she released the chain and leaned forward to rest her weight on the railing in front of them.

❝ as for those 'rumors'... they're correct. i'm around two hundred and thirty six years old. ice does wonders for the skin apparently. ❞ she jested in hopes of easing a particularly grim topic, but even she knew jokes could only do so much for it.

❝ cryostasis. ❞ river finally said, a grimace briefly flashing on her features and her knuckles turning white from her grip on the metal supporting her.

❝ they wanted to study the long term effects. on unaware subjects. they told us they were decontamination pods. i thought after a few minutes i'd be reunited with my mom and my baby sister. instead, i watched ma get shot and edith... ❞ is the leader of the institute. the words were lodged in her throat and felt almost suffocating, but she swallowed them down. she'd rather not have anyone questioning whether she could do what needed to be done when the time came. ❝ taken. ❞

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jtargaryen18 · 3 years ago

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 7

Part 7: A Charade

Series Masterlist

Words: 3k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Potentioal infidelity. References to crime family violence. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

A/N: To answer a few of those questions, to give a little more information on Steve’s family and life before, and to set up a showdown...

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“Good morning,” his voice was a low purr in your ear, pulling you from an uneasy sleep.

Your gaze landed on the ring on your finger first, the sapphire just a couple of shades darker than Steve’s eyes.

When you glanced up, you found him sitting on the edge of your bed. The muted gray morning light filtering in through the windows couldn’t hide how tired he looked. Was he still wearing the same clothes from last night?

One large hand smoothed over your shoulder, his touch warm through the thin sleeve of your nightgown. His gaze moving over your lips made you wonder if he was remembering the kiss you shared last night too.

“Did you sleep at all?” Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head. Fear of the unknown kept you from doing anything but dozing off here and there. You’d heard the voices and steps of his men on the stairs beyond your room all night, a couple of times you’d heard shouting outside, saw the beams from flashlights through your window.

“Is Clint okay?” you asked him. You didn’t know the man, but he’d been kind to you.

Steve’s gaze dropped, he nodded. “It didn’t look good at first, but he’s going to make it.”

You remember the glances exchanged between Clint and Natasha last night when Steve and her husband were out of the room. There was something between them. Was Natasha out of her mind with worry right now?

“I’m going to keep extra men here at the house until the wedding,” Steve explained, his expression sober. “There’s no reason to believe right now that you’re in any danger, but I don’t want to be careless here.”

What did that even mean?

You tried not to dwell on the situation. Were you in danger because you were being forced to marry the mob boss? Because of who your father was?

Trying to push it out of your mind, you sighed. You tried to ignore how good that possessive touch on your shoulder felt. Your eyes were still blurry from sleep, but you glanced up at him.

“The stylists are coming back in a couple of hours,” Steve told you, smiling. “Dyson is going to give you away?”

“I don’t have anyone else,” you reminded him.

The smile faded, but he wasn’t giving up. “Nat and a couple of her friends are going to be in your bridal party. I’m vetting the three of them from families I know. The stylists are stopping at Nat’s first to do those fittings and then they’ll be here.”

You didn’t know Nat’s friends. You barely knew her though you hoped she was okay right now.

“Nat’s a good sister,” Steve told you. “She’ll be a good sister to you too.”

You hoped so. At least you’d have someone there for you besides Dyson who you could talk to, who would understand. Just maybe you’d be a confidant for her too if she needed one.

You nodded, not knowing what to say to that.

“Give any thought to what I asked you last night?” Steve pushed on.

Which part? Obeying him? Giving him a chance?

“It won’t always be like this,” Steve told you, moving his hand from his shoulder to the bed behind you. He leaned close, his lips close to yours. While you were pretty sure he was wearing the same clothes from last night, you could smell the mint of his toothpaste. “Once we’re married, once I’ve taken control of the families, things will settle. Things will seem a lot less like a military state.”

“What will it be like?” you had to ask. Would you be able to leave the house? Go places? Even the monthly trips you were allowed to take when your father still lived involved you leaving at night until you reached New York City.

Steve had a different answer in mind. His lips claimed yours in a way your sleepy mind wasn’t ready for. He pressed you carefully into the bed as he tasted you, his hands sliding over your shoulders and back. You were still struggling to catch up when he pulled away to gaze into your eyes.

“I’ve got to go into the city to take care of some business,” he said after a moment, looking very much like he wanted to stay right there with you. “You can go wherever you want in the house but make sure Dyson knows where you are.”

At least you weren’t confined to your room. You nodded.

“If you need anything, Dyson will get it for you,” he said meaningfully. “There’s no scenario where you need to leave this house until the wedding. Even if there wasn’t two feet of snow on the ground.”

“How would I leave?” you mumbled, still trying to shake off the cobwebs of sleep. “I don’t have a car.”

Not since he’d claimed everything that was yours as his own.

The look in his blue eyes was grave. “I need you to understand. For your own safety, I don’t even want you outside the house.”

“Afraid I’ll make another run for it?” you chided him.

No humor entered his expression. “I was lenient with you that time.” Pressing another kiss to your cheek, his hand slid down to pat your ass. “Do what I say.”

It was a warning you should have heeded.

What you did was doze off now that things were calm, and Steve had told you that he didn’t think you were in any immediate danger. Dyson’s frantic knock on your bedroom door woke you up, had you scrambling to snatch your phone off your bedside table. It was almost noon.

Fuck! Had Steve said something about the stylists coming back over?

Dyson called your name, sounded panic. “The stylists are on their way,” he went on.

“Yeah, okay,” you muttered, sitting up and scrubbing your hands over your face. You plucked your robe from the chair of your vanity and pulled it on, meeting Dyson at your door. “I’ll jump in the shower. Sorry.”

The look on his face. Something was up.

“Is something wrong?” you asked him, hoping he was okay. Dyson was in the same age range as your father had been. He was really your only friend right now.

Walking past you into your room, he sighed, wringing his thick hands in front of him.

“I realize things were emotional last night when we all talked about the wedding,” Dyson began slowly. “I offered to walk you down the aisle but if you’re not okay with that or…”

Blowing out a relieved sigh, you hugged him. “I’m so happy that you’re giving me away.” You meant it. “I think my father would be happy about that too.”

Dyson squeezed you before stepping back. “Just wanted to make sure before I had a suit made, you know. I didn’t want to assume.”

You had to laugh. “Considering I slept in, I’m grateful. Fitting you will give them something to do so I can get a shower and a bite to eat.”

Dyson looked happier now, went off to wait for the troop of talkative ladies. You grabbed a shower, scrambling to get dressed once you were done. You were in such a hurry as you pulled on your jeans and grabbed a sweater, you didn’t immediately notice Natasha sitting at the chair of your vanity. You yelped when you noticed her.

“I’m sorry,” she rose from the chair, her hands calming on your arms when she reached you. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Well, she had. And as you finished pulling on your sweater, you remembered Clint…

“What are you doing here?” you had to ask.

Oh, her expression was clouded with worry and the shadows under her eyes told you that she probably slept less than you had.

“I need a friend,” she said simply.

So did you. You listened.

Nat’s gaze dropped, her exhale seemed loud in the quiet of the room.

“Look, someone shot Clint last night,” she explained. “I’ve been in love with him since I was twelve.”

So you were right… Your heart sank as you waited.

“I was supposed to marry your brother originally,” she went on. “You knew that. Three years ago, I was married to Bruce.”

You didn’t miss her choice of words. “Why didn’t you marry Clint?”

Nat’s eyes were glossy with tears, but her expression was composed. “He’s just a soldier. Steve said he wasn’t established enough to marry the boss’s sister.”

“Seriously?” What was wrong with the lot of them? “I’m really sorry.”

And you were. Like her, you were being married off to someone not of your choosing. And that was bad enough. What if you never wanted to marry at all?

But to love someone else in that situation? It was hard to fathom.

“I don’t have much time,” she said abruptly. “I need to see him. I need to know that he’s alright… But for obvious reasons…”

“Steve would be that angry if you went to the hospital to see Clint?” That pissed you off. From what Steve told you this morning, he could have died.

“Not Steve,” Natasha corrected.

Oh. Oh. It was Bruce then.

“You can help me,” Nat told you meaningfully.

“How?” You didn’t have a car. Hell, Steve didn’t want you leaving the house.

“I followed the stylists here because there was a change I really wanted to make to my dress for the wedding,” she explained quickly. “I thought it would be a great excuse for me and you to visit, get to know each other.”

“And then?” you wanted to know.

“We’re going to come up with a health scare, something… some reason I have to take you to the hospital,” Nat threw in.

“Me?” Wait. “Why me?”

“It’s too obvious if I do it,” she told you. “It has to be you.”

“I’m not supposed to leave the house,” you told her in a panic. “I’m serious. He said he didn’t even want me on the grounds outside the house until the wedding.”

That made her pause, her expression darkened. She nodded, thinking it over.

“Maybe this is a bad idea,” she said then. “I just…” When she started blinking back tears, you pulled her into a hug. When she broke down and started crying on your shoulder, your heart cracked. She really was scared and unable to be with the man she loved right now��

You took a deep breath. What’s the worst thing that can happen?

That was assuming you could manage to fool Dyson. Or Steve.

Steve only knew what Dyson knew about you. And you’d never been sick once in the man’s presence in the two plus years he’d lived at your house. You had no health issues of any kind. You took no medications.

What the hell were you going to do?

Well, maybe she had a plan… Easing back from her, you nodded. You just hoped you didn’t end up regretting this. You also hoped she’d be as willing to help you one day when you needed it.

“How do we do this?” you asked her.

Her pretty eyes widened in hope, had her reaching into the pocket of her jeans for a small clear bag with two white pills.

Wait.

“Take these,” Nat told you quietly looking around to see if you had a water glass.

The idea of a drug had you pausing. “What is that?”

“Oh,” Nat sensed your discomfort. “It’s just Niacin. A vitamin supplement. In high doses, it creates a flush effect. It mimics a fever.”

Niacin? Okay, that didn’t sound so bad.

“It’s a little uncomfortable because it makes your skin burn and itch, but it doesn’t last more than an hour or so.” Grabbing your half-full glass of water from the bedside table, she held it and the capsules to you. “It will last long enough for me to justify a trip to the ER.”

You took the capsules from her. Still. “What about Steve?”

“Steve’s not going to be happy,” Nat told you what you already knew. “But I’m going to try and keep the blame on me. They’ll look you over in the ER. No harm done. I was just looking after my future sister-in-law.”

“He’ll be suspicious,” you pointed out.

“Don’t I know it. But it’s nothing he can prove.”

You hoped she was right. You took the pills out of the bag, popped them into your mouth, and chased them down with water.

Nat went to the window. “The stylists are here,” she pointed out. “They’ll start with Dyson and here in a few minutes, it’s show time.”

You nodded, trying to focus on breathing.

***

When his phone hummed in his jacket, Steve fished it out. Maybe it was an update from his guys with an update on the hit on Clint last night. Maybe it was the confirmation from Bruce that her father’s estate was signed, sealed, delivered.

Steve really needed to check in with Dyson, see how things were at home. His mind had been pulled back to talking to her this morning more than it should have been…

The text was none of things. It was from her.

Steve needed to do something about that.

Katerina.

Kat had been Steve’s “friend” since just before he found out the truth about his future wife. Her sister Paulina was Bruce’s long-standing girlfriend which is how Steve even met her.

Kat was gorgeous and exotic. She made herself available to him any time of the day or night and he had to admit, she was good in bed.

She was also moody and restless with an ambition that he’d somewhat admired at first. Now it left him feeling resigned on a good day, defensive on the rest. Steve had never rose tinted her world with stories of how things would be between them. He’d paid her very well for her availability and the convenience the arrangement offered him, for the limits seeing him imposed on her life.

Kat met his needs with discretion. She wasn’t allowed to see other men while seeing him. He’d always told her that if that situation should change, if she found someone, he’d end their agreement amicably. Steve never had to worry that she could hurt his position because he never told her about his business. He had no reason to.

He’d told her about his forthcoming nuptials from the beginning.

K: I could make us dinner tonight.

The text was sent ten minutes before.

K: I haven’t seen you in almost 3 weeks.

The last time was a week before he’d moved his fiancee into his house.

Blowing out an exhale, Steve resolved to meet with Kat one last time. To end things. He’d already had Bruce put together a nice severance for her. It would be enough for her to live comfortably for the next six months.

It was all he wanted out of one last meeting with Kat.

Steve typed out a simple response.

S: I’ll be around at 6. Does that work for you?

He didn’t plan to be there long. Aside from the deal Bruce had put together on his behalf, he’d be sincere in his thanks. Steve had been demanding in bed at times over the last couple of years and she’d accommodated him, always.

Steve smirked as he stared out the window overlooking the city.

Kat had never known that most of their time together Steve had pictured another woman’s face.

And now that woman was under his roof, set to marry him in less than a week’s time. She’d been the star of his erotic dreams in the dark of so many nights. It was all he could do to wait for the wedding. She was so close now…

As he waited for Sam to come around for their lunch, his phone hummed again in his hand. Steve expected an answer from Kat.

What he didn’t expect was a call from one of his men.

“Yes?”

“Hey, I’m sorry to disturb you,” Neal said calmly. Steve had assigned him to the hospital, to manage a group of his men there to protect Clint.

The greeting was intended to let Steve know he’d want to be alone for the conversation. Fortunately, he was.

“Speak.” What was this?

“Your sister just arrived here at the hospital,” he explained.

Blowing out a frustrated exhale, Steve shook his head. Natasha knew better than this. If Bruce found out…

“There’s more,” Neal went on. “Your fiancée is with her.”

“What?” Steve couldn’t have heard that right.

“Natasha brought her in to the ER,” Neal explained slowly. “She’s fine. They’re running tests but I don’t think they’re going to find anything.”

Steve was livid. That Nat came up with a reason to try to see Clint at the hospital? He was not surprised.

That she’d involved his girl in her charade? Endangered her right now when things were balanced on the edge of a knife?

Did his sister have any fucking clue how many things could go wrong right now? The damage she could have caused?

“What would you like us to do?” Neal’s voice was steady.

Steve forced himself to focus. Pissed as he was, he needed to make solid decisions.

“Double our numbers down there,” he said. Barnes would be watching for such an opportunity. “Stay on both of them, but don’t make them aware of your presence.”

“I understand.” Steve could hear the background noise of the hospital while Neal paused. “Your sister?”

“Don’t alert my brother-in-law,” Steve instructed him. Nat was damn lucky it was Neal. His man was good at keeping his mouth shut. “Get her back home as quietly as you can.”

“Understood… And your fiancée?”

“I’m on my way,” Steve told him. “Make sure nothing happens to her until I get there.”

“I swear it,” Neal told him.

With all his plans for the day upended, and he was still looking for answers on the hit on Clint, Steve stormed out of his office. He asked his secretary to call Sam and offer his excuses for canceling their lunch date last minute.

Steve would deal with his sister’s latest stupid stunt. And then? He’d deal with his fiancée.

He’d told her this morning that he didn’t want her even walking around the grounds of their home. What part of that was in any way unclear?

It was as good a time as any to start educating his young bride. If she was lucky? She’d be sitting comfortably again by their wedding.

#His Inheritance #Somebody's in trouble

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livingmybestfakelife · 2 years ago

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Travelin’ Woman

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It was almost time for your father’s annual fund raiser ball, one that has been thrown by your family as far back as 1870. The YLN family is one of the most popular and well connected old money families in America, mainly in both politics and merchandising. With a background like yours image was everything, it was one of your families many god given gifts, nice hair, skin and sense of style came with the signature YLN brand.

As much as your father attempted to keep you tamed and under his thumb, you couldn’t be bothered to let yourself be obsessed with the family business and possibly taking over one of the many positions one day. You despised the stuffiness of it all and instead enjoyed being one of the most eligible bachelorettes in Boston and even all of America. Mothers desperately wanted you to notice their sons and prepared the young men into making sure that they knew as much about you as they could to possibly woo you, the most half of them gotten close to getting was one date. You weren’t ready to settle down and have a media circus of a wedding to a man also apart of an affluent family.

“You plan on proposing to her again tonight, you do realize that she will say no again?”

“She’ll give in one day, I just know it”

“And what if she’s already snatched up by that pretty boy newspaper heir from Boston by then?”

Arthur chimed in, he chuckled at the way his brother and Jack were going nuts over one woman, one who he never thought would make his little brother look like such a fool. He knew you had good looks and a charismatic personality don’t get him wrong, but he thought Tommy was stronger than that and would fight it, but stranger things have happened.

“Fucking hell…you serious?”

“Very, you should’ve seen his face when we showed up to his office to have a talk with him, he knew he didn’t have a choice but to expose his secret…I kinda feel sorry for the poor bloke”

“Well he sure does put on a good ladies man act, you gents were ready to give him a long dirt nap…well who else knows besides us three?”

“Just God”

Nathan had begged them not to tell anyone, that he didn’t mean for it to look like he was your next boyfriend for however many years. It surprised him that they decided to keep it between all of them, Tommy believed that what a man does in his personal life was his own business, and Jack, though a devout Catholic and conservative man felt pretty much the same way and left it be, as long as his reasoning for being so close to you was obviously nothing more than a genuine friendship, he couldn’t bother to care who he really was.

A knock on the double glass doors of the back of the pub interrupted their conversation, Arthur opened it to see a man he never seen before, smartly dressed with a fur coat.

“And who the fuck are you mate? You got an invitation to be back here or something?”

“Arthur it’s alright, state your name and the reason for you being here, I’m sure you saw the big sign on the door outside that the pub is closed”

“I came to speak with a Mr. Thomas Shelby and Mr. Jack Nelson, I believe Jack is the American one”

“That I am, who wants to know?”

He walks in further into the room with his hands up in surrender, he gives them a slight smirk and gestures to the table.

“May I have a seat? I promise I come in peace”

Tommy nods and the man goes to sit, he looks at the three men, studying them in a way.

“The reason of my visit is it discuss a common issue”

“That being?”

“YN YLN”

Jack perks up and leans forward, ready to pounce just in case this mysterious gentleman lied about coming in peace.

“What about her?”

“Well Mr. Nelson…she owes me a wedding ring, a signed marriage certificate and at least three children”

“Ohhhh fucking hell you too?” Arthur laughs at the man who sounds exactly like what his brother has been whining about all of these years about you, he stops his moment of amusement when Tommy glares at him.

“My name is Brilliant Chang, I met YN in London at one of my restaurants that I had just opened back in 1913, that woman…that woman knew that she had me the moment she and I locked eyes, we had our fun together, as the both of you know, and just when I began to talk about us finally becoming serious she gave me some bullshit excuse about how she couldn’t give me what I wanted, that she wasn’t that kind of woman, you can imagine how pissed I was when I found out recently that she popped out two children for you and one for Mr. Shelby, you couldn’t get her marry you no, but even I couldn’t even get her to quit flushing out my sperm after we fucked”

He slammed his fist on the table, clearly enraged with how you dogged him and easily moved on from it, the room was silent as he went to light himself a cigarette, his breathing still at a fast rate.

“Mr. Chang I don’t know where your mindset is right now, but you look ready to kill”

“If it wasn’t for her being a mother I would consider it” is what he wanted to say but he knew he couldn’t, they could easily pump him full of lead for even thinking about hurting you.

“No…how could I ever want to hurt the only woman I’ve ever truly loved?”

He stands up and heads towards the door to leave, but not before one last say.

“Look at us huh, how can one woman make all of us crazy? All the women walking this fucking Earth but she’s the one we’re fighting over? You think she has a spell on us or something?”

“She doesn’t need to Mr. Chang, those YLN women have a talent of turning all of their men into fools”

He chuckles and walks out of the pub with the room still heavy with tension.

“YN YLN…the rabbit hole goes deep with that woman innit?” Arthur says to himself but loud enough that it the other two could hear him, he himself goes to leave the room to poor himself a drink, he’s heard enough sap to write a romance novel about for today.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #jack nelson #jack nelson imagine #brilliant chang

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she-karev · 22 days ago

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The Announcement (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Wedding Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 17

AN: Happy Holidays guys I Just finished the wedding arc and I am ready to post. The next two chapters will be released daily so watch out for continuations of the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Like and reblog below and let me know what you think.

Summary: DeLuca and Amber announce their engagement to their family and friends who are surprised to hear they decided to elope in city hall.

Words: 1866

December 25th, 2020

“Any idea why they insisted we all be here?” Maya Bishop asks Alex Karev.

“No clue.” Alex replies with Jo right next to him as they sit at the dining room table of their house with their guests Maya Bishop and her wife Carina DeLuca. The reason for this meeting is unclear to them as they received a message from their respective siblings Andrew DeLuca and Amber Karev saying they needed to have an emergency meeting.

Jackson Avery and his partner, April Kepner, enter the dining room with Jackson carrying milk and sugar and April carrying a tray with 6 mugs of coffee. They all grab a mug and stir in their concoctions.

“Maybe they got us all gifts.” April says hopefully with Jo scoffing in disbelief.

“She’s a third-year resident and he’s a first year attending working during a pandemic.” Jo reminds her friend, “As much as I would like them to, they can’t afford gifts for all of us especially since they bought a house.”

“She’s got a point babe.” Jackson stirs the crème in his coffee, “Knowing Amber she probably has news or a new relationship dilemma that requires all of our wisdom. Maybe DeLuca’s getting deported.”

Carina rolls her eyes, “Oh stop it, he’s not leaving the country.”

“So you know why we’re all here then?” Alex asks the sister of the man dating his sister.

“I have no idea, nessuna.”

“What she said.” Maya supports sipping her coffee before the door opens and the couple they are waiting for greets them all with hello’s and smiles. The group looks confused by this happy display that is expected from Andrew but from Amber it is a surprise.

“Okay, we are all here.” Jackson states wanting to get answers, “You told us to be here because you have an announcement so what is it? I need to celebrate Christmas with my child and mother before I head back to Boston tomorrow.”

Amber smiles and turns to her fiancé who has a grin on his face, “Do you want to tell them?”

“Nope this is all you bella.”

“Are you sure?”

“Guys! What is it?” Alex asks in slight frustration.

“Okay I’ll do it. Here it goes.” Amber inhales deeply with a grin before lifting her hand up showing the engagement ring on her wedding finger in full view, “Andrew proposed to me this morning and I said yes, were getting married!”

Alex and Jackson look astonished and wide eyed before the women smile and congratulate the couple standing up. Carina laughs in joy hugging her brother while Jo hugs Amber and gasps at the sight of the ring with April and Maya by her sides looking at the diamond in wonder as well.

“Wow Andrew knows how to pick his rock.” Maya comments with a smile before looking at her future sister-in-law, “Congratulations, welcome to the family.”

Maya hugs Amber who grins, “Thank you.” Amber turns the men who all stand up and approach her with grins on their faces happy for them as well. Alex approaches her with a smile before giving her a bear hug and stepping back still smiling.

“It feels like only yesterday you were telling me you were gonna marry Alf from that stupid sitcom you were obsessed with when you were 10.” Alex says in nostalgia with Amber chuckling remembering that as well, “And now you getting married to an actual human, one who is a little bit good enough for you.”

Andrew grins knowing Alex is saying this as a protective older brother, “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me.”

Amber holds his hand with a smile, “Keep in mind this guy is about to be your brother-in-law so if you want to pull out now the car is right out front.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Andrew responds without hesitation.

Amber grins cradling her lover’s cheek and giving him a peck on the lips, “You really do love me.” Andrew grins back at his fiancé.

April furrows her eyebrows in confusion, “Wait wasn’t Alf an alien with brown fur and a long trunk for a nose?”

Amber turns to the group with a shrug, “Yeah, I was a really weird kid.”

“Was?” Jackson teases with a chuckle that causes Amber to grin at him sarcastically before he hugs Amber too, “Anyway congratulations you two. I say this as a good friend when I say you two are made for each other.”

Amber smiles at her friend pulling back from the hug before he looks directly at DeLuca with a threatening face, “And I say this to you as a person who loves Amber about as much as Alex. DeLuca if you hurt her, I’ll be on the first plane out of Boston and destroy you along with her.”

“Please refrain from scaring him until after I get him to say I do.” Amber warns her best friend before April steps in with a wide smile.

“Speaking of which, have you two set a date yet?” April asks excited to have a wedding to attend to after the year they have all had, “Next spring? Next summer? Next fall?”

“Tomorrow at 7” Andrew tells them.

The women exclaim in shock at that short time with April leading the panic, “That is not enough time to plan a bridal shower, a bachelorette party, a very tasty cake with your initials on it. I already have your wedding invitations laid out in my head.”

“We’re not gonna do a big wedding.” Amber explains, “we’ve made an appointment for city hall tomorrow. And invitations are not necessary. I hate big crowds and the six of you there are all the people we and the cautious court system need. Weddings are just for the guests anyway.”

“And we agreed to leave an actual wedding with her whole family and mine for after this pandemic ends.” Andrew explains holding Amber’s hand, “The only condition is we don’t put all of our crazy relatives in one table. Me and Carina learned that when our mom stabbed our father at our cousins wedding.”

Carina nods with a grin, “Yes the DeLuca’s don’t have a great track record with weddings.”

“Funny neither do the Karev’s.” Jo recounts with a chuckle remembering her and Alex’s disastrous wedding.

“Yeah, whatever disaster strikes at your wedding kid it’s not gonna top ours trust me.” Alex says amused.

“Why do you think we’re doing a speedy courthouse ceremony?” Amber points out knowing her’s and her fiancé’s chaotic family wedding history. She turns to Maya to confirm her brother’s statement, “Trust me nothing can beat the catastrophe that was the Jolex wedding of June 9th, 2018.”

“Oh really?” Maya asked feeling competitive as usual, “I got demoted at my wedding because of my best friend’s power-hungry drug addict husband and a douche who thinks handlebar mustaches are still trending.”

“Childs play.” Alex dismisses with an eye roll, “My wife got us locked in a shed with a corpse while our wedding planner almost died of an allergy attack.”

“It’s true.” Carina confirms to her wife, “I know, I was there when it happened.”

“I kicked down the shed door.” Andrew recaps.

“I was there when he did it.” Amber supports.

“And I criked the wedding planner with a pinwheel.” April recaps her side of that day with a prideful grin.

“And I helped her.” Jackson states lastly wrapping his arm around April leaving Maya stumped for a moment before responding.

“Okay you win.” Carina chuckles kissing her wife’s cheek before Jackson goes back to the subject.

“So, you’re gonna elope? I highly recommend it as someone else who hates planning.” Jackson sees the glare April gives him for supporting them in their hasty wedding, “What? We got married at a spur of the moment too and we ended up great…after a very messy divorce but still.”

“Are you guys sure about this?” Alex asks out of concern, “I mean we have no problem waiting for a real wedding when things start to calm down. Operation Warp Speed is in the final stages and vaccines are out next month. What’s the rush?”

“Hmm let me think.” Amber starts sarcastically, “There’s immigration problems that basically deported my future sister-in-law, a worldwide pandemic that is affecting all of us, wildfires that could reach here, murder hornets, PTSD and let’s not forget the time my fiancé was almost murdered trying to stop a human trafficker. Do any of those answer your question brother?”

The group look awkward at that dark recap with Alex pursing his lips feeling like a fool before retracting his question, “City Hall is nice this time of year, just make sure you mail in the license.”

Jo chuckles remembering when she and Alex forgot to do that before their wedding, “Yes that is very important trust me as someone who had a Halloween courthouse wedding to rectify it.”

“I’m a control freak by nature so that won’t be an issue.” Amber states before laying out the plan, “Our appointment with Judge Carmichael is at 7 so that gives us enough time tomorrow to get a tux and a wedding dress. Just because I hate big weddings doesn’t mean I’m gonna slum it in a white slip or blouse. Mama is gonna feel like a princess for once.”

“You are a very contradicting woman you know that?” April asks feeling like she will never fully figure our Amber.

“Why do you think I’m marrying her?” Andrew asks with a grin before turning to the men, “You guys have done this before, twice for you Alex. Can you come with me to pick out a tux tomorrow?”

“Why not?” Alex shrugs, “My daughter is still in the hospital and regular holiday parties are discouraged so I’m free. Avery?”

“Well it’s either join you or spend the day with my mother before I leave for Boston.” Jackson contemplates his choices for a second, “Tux shopping it is.”

“Great.” Amber claps her hands with a smile turning to Jo, April, Maya and Carina, “I have three rules when we go shopping. I will not wear a veil on my head, tiaras are for the Royal family and cosplayers, and I will not be seen with a bow on my ass.”

“Huh not even a day and she’s going full bridezilla.” Jo says amused.

“I grew up with three sisters, this is nothing trust me.” April informs the women before turning to Jackson, “I’ll handle your mother in case she badgers us, I’ll tell her our good friends needed to get married after the hellish year they have had.”

“You are the best.” Jackson kisses her cheek, “Speaking of which we should probably head back over there, Harriet is excited for the gingerbread making contest.”

“Oh yeah we gotta go she really wants to beat Grandpa Richard.” April and Jackson move to leave before turning to the couple, “Text us where to meet you, congratulations again.”

“Congratulations, can’t wait for the big day.” Jackson follows April out the door leaving the others to mingle with Amber and Andrew smiling in anticipation for their big day.

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zablife · 3 years ago

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Little Harlot (Part 7)

Jack Nelson x Scarlett Shelby (OC)

Summary: John’s twin sister is a battle-hardened WWI field nurse who shares her brothers’ philosophy that every day back home is extra. In a bid to curb her disastrous thrill-seeking, Tommy sends her to Boston to keep her out of trouble and handle legitimate business. Tommy’s plan backfires when she meets rival gangster, Jack Nelson.

Author’s Note: The story is told with flashbacks, which I’ve listed with dates. Nearing the end of this fic, probably 1 or 2 more parts to go.

Warnings: language, violence, mention of murder, suicidal ideology

Moodboard credit: the lovely @shelbydelrey

Little Harlot Masterlist (Parts 1-6)

Boston, December 1925

The phone rang in Scarlett’s apartment, the sound reverberating around the room and returning to drum painfully at her skull. She stumbled to the phone to take it off the hook, but when she picked up, she heard Tommy’s voice on the other end. “Scarlett….Scarlett?” a distant voice called to her. She was still fatigued from her recovery and in her daze she couldn’t be sure if this was a dream.

After her banishment, Tommy knew better than to provoke his estranged sister. The only way they made their business partnership work was to treat one another as strangers with Lizzie acting as a buffer.

Scarlett spoke to Lizzie more than any member of her own family these days. Scarlett hadn’t been invited to Tommy’s wedding to Grace, a woman she barely knew. When John protested about Scarlett being kept from a family function, Polly had sent a telegram informing her and Scarlett hadn’t replied.

In her fragile state, Scarlett held the receiver carefully as though it might bite, “Tom?” She asked unsure if this was really her brother.

The line crackled for a moment before she heard Tommy implore, “Don’t hang up…please.” Scarlett knew the call must be important if he was ringing her directly. She gave her full attention as Tommy explained, “I’ve had a card, Scartlett. Arthur and John have had one as well. It’s a Black fucking Hand, the New York mafia is coming for all of us. They’ll be sending a small unit of men to England, but most of their soldiers are closest to you.”

Scarlett’s stomach dropped as she began piecing together the past few days, but she didn’t dare tell Tommy. She was intent on keeping her problems hidden from him. With false bravado, she retorted, “Fuck, Tommy, that sounds like family advice. Didn’t think that’s what I was to you anymore.”

Without responding to her sharp words, Tommy continued, “Get on the next boat home where you can be protected. If you leave now you can be home by Boxing Day,” he said trying to keep a business like tone, but failing to hid his concern. He knew he had made too many mistakes in the past for her to forgive him, but he didn’t want to see his sister hurt or killed.

Scarlett bristled at his orders and, on instinct, challenged her older brother with her usual arrogant self-confidence.

“You can’t be serious, Tommy. We own the ropes. Whose going to hang us now? We’re the Peaky fucking Blinders!”

Scarlett heard a muffled sound as Tommy sighed into the phone, “Fuck…that’s what John said.” Tommy couldn’t believe how much she and John thought alike.

“Look, we’re not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we’re all together so talk to John and both of you get home, alright? You’re the only one he listens to,” Tommy said appealing to her protective instinct over her twin.

At the mention of John, Scarlett softened. She knew how stubborn he could be and if the Italians had already come for her, she secretly knew Tommy was right that the mafia wouldn’t stop until they were all dead.

“Alright, I’ll do it for John,” she agreed.

“Good,” Tommy said with a sigh of relief.

She heard the line go dead and stood holding the receiver, trying to picture a second chance at her life in Small Heath.The move was probably for the best as she had no desire to stay in Boston now that she knew the truth. While she couldn’t deny that Jack was her one true love, she didn’t know how she could have him when he already belonged to someone else.

Between unsuccessful attempts to contact John, Scarlett packed. She attempted to harden her heart, but she was quickly betrayed by thoughts of being held in Jack’s arms. Upset with herself for being unable to disentangle her emotions from her rational mind, she angrily threw away his favorite perfume.

In one final act of severing ties, she sat down at her vanity to pen a farewell note that would make it clear to Jack she had no intention of being his mistress anymore.

It read, “Jack, Loving you is hard, being here is harder so I’m sailing away. Go home to your wife.”

It would be another three days before Jack received the note from the doorman and Jack realized he would have to let her go.

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London, 1933

Jack entered the lavish ballroom with hesitation, adjusting his cufflinks and smoothing his hair with nervous energy. He disliked the stuffy affairs the British aristocracy held in their enormous mansions, wishing he were back home in Boston. As he rounded the corner, he was met with the surprising sight of his former lover, dressed in a gold floor length gown, standing with her hand on the arm of a dapper gentleman.

Jack approached slowly not wishing to startle Scarlett. It had been seven long years since they had seen one another. He stared at her openly, wondering what course of events had brought her here. When he reached the small circle of couples, Jack nodded to everyone politely before introducing himself. The men extended their hands one at a time for a firm handshake.

When Jack got around to Scarlett’s man, Colin introduced himself and Scarlett as Lord and Lady Becker. Scarlett looked on as though nothing unusual was happening and Jack wondered if she even remembered him. After a few minutes of polite conversation, Colin escorted Scarlett to the other side of the room and Jack was left with the remaining group of nobles.

All evening, he watched as Scarlett criss crossed the room on the arm of her baron. He noticed, however, that she rarely smiled. This observation saddened him more than he would have liked to admit and he knew he had to steal her away if only for a moment to learn the truth about her new life. That opportunity came sooner than he expected as he noticed Scarlett excuse herself and walk down the long hallway leading to the gardens.

Quickly following after her, Jack called out “Scarlett” once to see if she would turn. Jack was relieved when she stopped and turned toward him, but her face remained impassive.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all evening, doll. How have you been?” Jack asked with genuine interest.

“I’m fine, thank you, but my husband won’t be pleased to see me talking to another man,” she advised.

“Why is that?” Jack asked with a furrowed brow.

“He can’t afford a scandal. His family is very well-respected,” Scarlett explained affecting an air of boredom.

“I don’t want to interfere with your life, Scarlett. I just want to know if you’re content,” Jack asked with urgency knowing she might decide to walk away at any moment.

“Of course, Colin provides me with every luxury. I’m very well taken care of,” she replied icily.

“That’s not what I meant. Are you happy?” Jack pressed.

Instead of answering she posed a question to him, “Why are you here, Jack?”

“I’m taking meetings with a few MPs to get insight for President Roosevelt,” he replied proudly.

Scarlett seemed impressed by the clout he had gained and nodded approvingly. Seeing that he had her attention once more, he ventured another personal question.

“Do you have children with him, Scarlett?” Jack asked softly, almost desperate.

“Never tried to,” she said matter-of-factly.

“You must have found the only man in England who doesn’t want to sleep with you then,” Jack quipped, laughing uneasily.

“Two,” she replied quickly.

“Two what?” Jack asked confused.

“He has a lover, so there are at least two men in England who don’t want to sleep with me,” she said dryly, taking a sip of her champagne while Jack took a moment to grasp her meaning.

“So this is all just for show?” Jack asked gesturing toward her.

“It’s easier this way, living without attachments,” Scarlett explained with an air of melancholy.

“You deserve so much more than that,” Jack answered looking pained.

“I heard the news of your wife’s death. I’m sorry she had to be collateral damage in our war,” Scarlett said, a bit of warmth and humanity returning to her voice.

“Thank you, it helps to know that your family took care of Luca in the end,” Jack said quietly, thinking of the revenge killing for the first time in years.

After Jack had made an attempt on Luca’s life to avenge Scarlett, Luca survived and came after Maggie. His men shot her five times in the chest one day while she walked home with the dry cleaning. Jack had felt an odd sense of relief afterwards, but hated himself for causing the death of an innocent person.

Jack remained deep in thought as another man approached silently as though he had been stalking them. He interrupted with an arrogance befitting the English nobility. Jack couldn’t stand pricks like him and usually did a poor job of concealing his contempt.

“Good evening, Lady Becker,” the man said with a grin Jack could only describe as evil. His mustache curled slightly above his shining teeth making him look more like he was baring fangs than smiling.

“Good evening, Sir Mosley,” Scarlett said cooly.

“Won’t you introduce me to your American friend?” he asked looking Jack up and down with a sneer.

“This is Mr. Jack Nelson from Boston. He’s an advisor to President Roosevelt,” Scarlett replied with practiced detachment. She looked away knowing Mosley would needle Jack in the abrasive manner he used to intimidate people.

“Since the end of Prohibition in your country, I understand that Boston has become embroiled in drug wars, Mr. Nelson. I hope your president has chosen his counsel wisely, he will undoubtedly need it,”Mosley said.

“We’re not all sinners, Mr. Mosley,” Jack said with a smirk.

“Sir Mosley,” he corrected, “I know our titles are confusing to you yanks, but do try to show proper respect while you’re a guest in our country,” he said adjusting his pocket square.

Jack seethed at the distasteful way he was being spoken to, but controlled his emotions in front of Scarlett. He wanted her to see that he had changed.

“Of course, my mistake,” Jack said through gritted teeth. He was trying his best to swallow his pride despite extreme provocation.

“Well, I imagine if you know Lady Becker you’re beyond reproach,” Mosley said turning to Scarlett once more. “I’ll bid you both a pleasant evening,” he said excusing himself. Mosley turned to Scarlett to kiss her gloved hand and Jack felt ill at the sight. In truth, the whole conversation had unsettled him.

“Good evening, Sir Mosley,” Scarlett said with a tilt of her chin.

“How do you know him, Scarlett?” Jack asked with concern as Mosley disappeared into the gardens.

“He’s a friend, of course,” Scarlett replied sounding distant.

“I don’t like him. He’s arrogant and rude,” Jack declared.

“Reminds me of someone else I know,” Scarlett said moving to straighten Jack’s bowtie.

“Tell me you don’t have business with that asshole?” Jack said, voice laced with worry.

“Don’t concern yourself, darling, I know exactly what I’m doing,” Scarlett said adjusting her gloves and taking her leave back down the corridor. As the music from the ballroom echoed back to him, Jack wondered what Scarlett had gotten herself into now.

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Birmingham, January 1926

Everyone stood quietly in front of John’s funeral pyre as Jeremiah spoke the words she dreaded, “In the bleak midwinter…” The sound of his deep voice faded away on the wind as Scarlett watched Arthur light the fire at the base of the brightly-colored vardo, logs popping and crackling as the flames spread. The events of the day seemed too surreal for her to comprehend. She knew John wanted to go on the smoke, but she had to turn away. She was unable to to watch knowing it would all turn to ash, erasing all evidence of her twin forever.

Scarlett found she had no more tears left after the day she learned of John’s death. She had arrived in Birmingham on Boxing Day, as Tommy predicted, one day too late to warn her brother. She felt numb in the beginning wanting to see for herself before she could believe he was really gone. Although Polly tried to keep her from seeing his bullet-riddled corpse, Scarlett insisted with such ferocity no one dared fight her.

Seeing his lifeless body in the morgue, Scarlett was filled with an unrelenting sense of guilt and aching remorse. Perhaps if she had told Tommy about the attack on her, he would have gathered everyone sooner. John might still be alive. She tormented herself with this one thought until an uncontrollable anger burst forth.

She yelled out into the eerily quiet space, “Why did you have to be so bloody stubborn? I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She said beating at her own chest before knocking a table of instruments to the ground. The reverberating clang was the only sound as she sobbed, shoulders shaking with the agonizing force of her grief.

Now she stood at his funeral, trying to remember her brother as he was, how broad his smile could be when he joked and how his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. She found it easier to tell herself he was elsewhere living the carefree, happy life he deserved in the country. The thought would not take root, however, as she felt the weight of the Shelby curse acutely that day.

The bitter cold nipped at her nose and cheeks, pulling her back to the horrible reality she had yet to fully accept. All she could see in her mind now was her brother laid to rest in his finest suit, the paleness of his skin in stark contrast to the dark wool. In the wake of Esme’s departure, she had been the one to gather his photographs, military uniform and metals, going about her work vacantly.

As the orange flames grew higher around the old vardo, a gunshot rang out. Everyone dove for cover although there was little to hide behind in the open field. Scarlett covered her ears waiting, secretly hoping, for a gunshot to rip through her as well before Tommy called out to the group.

“At ease! At ease!” He motioned to the men raising their rifles instructing, “Do not return fire! Stand down! The men doing the firing are on our side.” Scarlett lifted her head to look around and noticed Polly searching wildly as well, a worried look on her face. Polly obviously had no knowledge of this and neither did Scarlett.

“Who’s dead, Tommy?” Polly asked suspiciously.

“Our enemies. I instructed Aberama Gold where to stand for the best shot,” Tommy explained.

Scarlett stood up to face her brother, black veil blowing across her face to hide the seething rage that built beneath the surface of her burning cheeks.

“You used our brother’s funeral as a fucking beacon and us as the bait! How dare you!” She screamed, lunging toward him and hitting his upper body with frantic punches.

Tommy stood still accepting her blows before reaching out to grab her. Holding her still thrashing body, he said lowly, “Scarlett, you have to trust me. Two of our enemies are dead now. That’s how it works, they take one of ours, we take two of theirs.” His attempt to justify his actions did not sit well with Scarlett, however.

“When did we vote on that as a family, Tommy?” She searched his face only to see him roll his eyes at her.

“That was a fine speech you gave earlier about God sparing you, but what have you done with the extra time he gave you, eh? Look at all you’ve done to harm this family since you came home. Well, you’ve gone too far this time and I won’t ever trust you again!” Scarlett broke free of his grasp spitting at his feet.

“You’re welcome to leave and go it alone, but this is your best chance for survival,” Tommy said in a monotone.

“Says Tommy and his parliament of one.” she hissed, stalking away with Ada chasing after her.

When Ada caught up with her older sister she begged, “Don’t leave, Scarlett, please. I couldn’t bear to lose another sibling.” Her words stopped Scarlett for a moment and Ada took the opportunity to offer, "You can stay with me.” She pressed a key into Scarlett’s shaking hands as she promised, “We won’t be here forever. When this is all settled, we’ll go to London, just the two of us.” Scarlett considered it before replying with determination, “As long as I don’t have to see Tommy again.” Ada nodded in agreement.

Turning back to where her brother stood, Scarlett said ominously, “No peace for you ever, Tommy!” Her voice breaking with emotion.

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fratboykate · 3 years ago

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So how does it go in the Frat AU when the parents meet? All I have come up with so far is that Kate's Dad is Creepy on Main over Alexei in the way that Rich Upper Class dudes can be about men who perform their idea of masculinity (like Romans with gladiators).

Well, I mean...Kate's parents basically shut her out after her dad's wedding. They don't kick her out of the wedding for aPpEaRaNcEs but it went exactly how Kate knew it would.

Her little sister has a phone now so it's hard for them to cut her out from her entirely like they did when she was younger but it's pretty much silent treatment from them. They stop paying her cards so Kate has to tap into her trust fund to live until she can graduate and get a real job.

Yelena feels fucking awful because she basically twisted Kate's arm into this but Kate is like "nah it was kinda time that they faced reality. Won't say it doesn't suck cuz it's hard to have to do acrobatics to see my sister but like...I'm not really missing out much with my parents."

Kate's brother ODs a few months later and they don't let her go to the hospital which is ROUGH and fucked up and she'll never forgive them for it. But that's the kind of petty shit the Bishop family does and why she's thankful to be away from them.

Fast forward a literal two years. They have built a life together. Kate has a real job and she's good at it. She graduated from her elite circle at Columbia so her prospects were amazing to begin with and she grew up in this one percenter group with top notch connections she could leverage anyway so she had no real issue finding a job without her father. She's a management analyst at a huge firm and is making a comfy six figures. BUT...PLOT TWIST they've been doing long distance for hot second now. Kate found this job is New York and Yelena always had a verrryyyy clear path for her life.

Yelena knew she wanted MIT then Harvard. It's a four hour drive between New York and Boston. They can do that. No problem. EASY. Except they braved the masters at MIT and Yelena just got accepted into her PhD at Harvard and she's starting to waver. Long distance is taking a toll on her and she doesn't know that she can keep doing the whole "seeing Kate one or two weekends a month...if their schedules line up" thing. It sucks too much whenever one of them has to go back.

Kate can sense shit is going wrong and "taking a break" has left Yelena's mouth more than once which is...uh...the opposite of what Kate wants to do since Kate just bought a fucking ring and has it stashed in her office desk. So while Kate's got most of her dumbassery out of her system in college there's some that lingers in her DNA and she's like "MASTER PLAN: if I get my hyper homophobic Republican parents, your ultra liberal parents, and us in the same room and I propose there's no way you can say no and this will all be great. We will be OKAY!" Flawless plan Kate. Not a damn thing can go wrong when you plan on ambushing four different sets of people at the same time.

Like.......her mom and dad can't stand each other so she rings up each of them individually and is like "mother/father...long time no speak...dinner on (x date)? :)" It's a hard pitch with her parents and particularly to get them both to be available on the same date but she makes it work. Then she rings up Melina and Alexei. Piece of cake. Then...Yelena. Yelena is like "I can't come to NYC. I have a guest lecturer in town that weekend and I need to go to. It's like 40% of my grade. Can't miss it. If you're free come here." And Kate is like SWEATING at this point. No way she's going to get her parents to move this date. Genius Kate idea? She's going to kidnap her girlfriend. She's done it before. She's not above doing it again. She recruits Franny and Greer. They walk into Yelena's apartment and she's like:

"Babe...what are you..."

*hood over her head and Kate ties her hands together then her feet*

"Kate...WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Sorry, but I NEED you in New York today."

Mind you, it's a fucking four hour drive between New York and Boston and Yelena is LIVID in the back seat while tied up so you can imagine how that went for Kate.

They get to Kate's apartment and Kate is like...

"I'm going to untie you now but only if you promise not to kill me."

"Killing you is the least of your fucking worries, Kate."

"Okay, so I'm explaining first then untying. Got it."

"You had FOUR HOURS to explain."

"I thought it was better to explain when we were here already. That way you couldn't jump out of the window of a moving car or something if you hated the idea."

"WHAT?! TALK!"

"Your parents and my parents are meeting in...an hour."

"Huh?!"

"None of them have a clue. Your parents just think they're having dinner with us. My parents certainly have no idea they're about to be in the same room together. That hasn't happened since..........their divorce probably. It took a lot to make it happen and I couldn't have you not be here so I'm sorry that it took committing a federal crime but I didn't really have a choice."

"Jesus fuck Kate. You could've told me this five hours ago or like...a week ago and saved ourselves the theatrics."

"But it was supposed to be a surprise."

"I could strangle you."

"I guess the restraints stay on then."

"CUT.THESE.OFF."

"I was kidding. I was kidding."

Kate sets her free and the first thing Yelena does is smack her SO HARD over the head.

"You're a fucking idiot."

Then she pulls her in for a kiss.

"But it's kind of sweet that you orchestrated a whole thing for our parents to finally meet."

"I know right..."

Kate tries to smile...

"And if you EVER kidnap me again I *will* kill you. You've done it twice too many times."

...the smile wipes off her face.

"Noted. There's a dress on my bed for you. But we gotta hurry. We need to leave like...now if we want to get there before them."

These are their fits.

Kate managed to mix the Frat essence with "Katherine" so that no one would be too freaked out lol

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Kate had rented out the entire back room of one of her father's favorite restaurants. She wanted to put them in Bishop territory to put them at ease. They're also away from prying eyes.

Luckily Melina and Alexei are the first to arrive. Kate expected as much. After drinks arrive they break the news that some other people will be joining them. And that it's...Kate's parents. Melina and Alexei know the story there so they're like "???? Oh????" but before they can ask too many questions in walks Eleanor.

"Kate, what is this?"

"Will you sit down? I can explain."

"I'd rather not. I'd prefer to stand."

"That sounds inconvenient but, sure. Uhm, this is Yelena my girlfriend. We've been together for almost four years. These are her parents Melina and Alexei and I thought it was time you all met. I really wanted you to meet so can you please sit and I can order you a drink...or twenty. As many as you like."

"Good night, Katherine."

Eleanor turns to leave.

"For fuck's sake, mom. Who's looking at you now? None of your friends is going to find out you had dinner with your "queer liberal brainwashed" daughter so will you sit down? I'm not tarnishing your precious reputation I'm just asking you to have one meal with me and the most important people in my life."

Eleanor turns back around and takes the empty seat next to Yelena. Kate had made sure the two remaining empty seats weren't contiguous. She at least had the sense to not make her parents sit next to each other so one of them would end up sitting next to her and Yelena and the other would sit on the other end of the table next to Melina and Alexei.

"Hi." Yelena greets Eleanor warmly. "I've heard so much about you."

"Can't say the same."

"Well, if you talked to her maybe you would."

"If she lived a normal life maybe I would."

Oh...this is not going to go well. At all.

"SOOOOO...drinks? What do you want mom? I'll go get a waiter."

"I'll have..."

Right at that moment Derek walks in and the room falls silent.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Katherine."

Is the only thing he says before he walks out. Kate has to deadass chase after him.

"Hey hey hey. You're not even going to hear me out?"

"I don't like being tricked."

Now Eleanor is walking out too.

"Get back in there mom. Fuck, you're like children. I'm supposed to be the kid here. I haven't asked anything from you in years. All I'm asking for is tonight. One night. All you have to do is act like fucking grown ups for two hours. You sit through one dinner and then everyone can go on their way if you really hate it."

"You don't dictate terms to me."

Derek turns and keeps on walking.

"Dad, you always said I was the best business investment you ever made. Aren't you even slightly curious to see how that investment is turning out?" Derek walks and Eleanor hovers by the door. "You guys don't even have to look at each other. All you have to do is stay."

Eleanor is the first one to walk back into the dining space.

"Are you really going to let mom upstage you and be able to claim she's the bigger person? That'd be a first."

Derek huffs, doubles back, walks past Kate and into the private room. Kate smiles. Her parents are nothing if not predictable.

She got them all around the table.....now fucking what?

"This is nice."

"Yeah." Yelena tries to back her up. "I haven't seen you since your wedding Mr. Bishop."

"Since you came as an unwelcomed guest, you mean?"

"I had a plus one and she was my plus one, dad. She was just a regular guest."

"Since then we've started specifying parameters for who is and isn't allowed as guest at our events so I have you to thank for that."

"Wow."

Melina whispers right next to Derek.

"Is there anything you want to add, ma'am?"

"I was wondering how one writes homophobia on invitations."

Kate coughs and tries to steer the conversation away from that.

"The tataki here is amazing if anyone wants to try that for the starters."

"In this country everyone has the freedom to decide who they want and don't want at their parties. That is not 'homophobia'. That is called freedom of speech."

"That is not what freedom of speech means. Not even close."

Yelena interjects from the other side of the table.

"The Risotto! To die for! Someone should definitely try the Risotto. Highly recommend."

"Of course liberals wouldn't understand what freedom of speech means."

Eleanor chimes in.

"No, I actually don't think it has anything to do with being a liberal or not. The definition is quite simple and it has no connection to segregation and discrimination."

Yelena doubles down.

"THE SCALLOPS FOR THE MAIN COURSE! DIVINE!"

"I don't know that anyone wants to hear a lesbian's opinion on discrimination when you and your kind are the ones driving the hatred against Christians in this country."

Derek barks at Yelena.

"Do not speak to my daughter in such way!"

Alexei jumps to his feet and gets in Derek's face. He's more than a whole foot taller than Derek, probably 75 pounds heavier, and...a world class boxer so this would be over before it even started if it came to it.

"THE WAGYU IS A FOOLPROOF OPTION TOO!"

"It's funny how you liberals accuse us of violence but look at you...look. Always projecting."

In that moment everyone started speaking over each other. Derek and Alexei were going at it. Melina and Eleanor were exchanging harsh words and Yelena was floating back and forth between arguments. Kate was running down the menu giving her "expert" commentary trying to deflect as best she could but when she hit the bottom of the menu and that did absolutely no good she only had one choice left: SHOCK AND AWE.

Derek and Alexei are truly two seconds away from exchanging blows so Kate quickly pushes her chair back reaches into her pocket, hastily pulls out a ring, and gets down on one knee.

"Yelena Belova, will you marry me?"

Everyone FREEZES immediately and the room goes dead silent.

"Kate Bishop......................why is your timing always just the absolute worst?"

"I'm really trying to stop your dad from murdering mine. This is also my bad knee so I can't stay like this for long and I'm totally not trying to rush you but......and I can definitely tell you the whole sappy thing I had prepared once you say yes and I can get up. It's a whole thing I wasn't just planning on like...asking the basic question for the record. Just so everyone knows. I planned it better than this. I kinda had to improvise. But there was a...thing. You guys sort of...ruined it. But it's fine. It's not like it's a once in a lifetime thing. It's totally good. Anyway...back to the knee I fucked up during a game and has never been the same since...an answer would be great so I can not be on it anymore...BUT TOTALLY NO RUSH...I will stay on it for as long as you need to. Because you're worth all the pain in the world...although it would be great NOT to have to feel it and..."

"Will you shut up so I can give you an answer?"

"Oh...yeah yeah...shutting up. Zip. Silence. No more words out of my mouth. Quiet time and..."

Yelena places her hand over Kate's mouth because it was clear she wasn't going to shut up.

"Yes. Of course I'll marry you. You're the only person in the world I'd let put a hood over my head, tie me up, and take me across state lines without immediately calling the FBI. You're the biggest idiot I've ever met but I'd marry you any day."

Yelena helps Kate to her feet and Kate rubs her knee with one hand while she puts the ring on Yelena's finger with the other. They kiss and the deal is sealed. They're officially en-gay-ged.

Derek and Eleanor bolt out of there immediately.

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Later, when they're in bed, all sweaty and sticky post engagement celebration sex and theyre wrapped in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry about your parents."

"It's fine. At least I tried."

"I see where you get your bad manners from tho..."

"That's it. You're done. Give me my ring back."

"Never."

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danoscigarette · 3 years ago

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Eli Sunday x f!Reader

Chapter I - My Body is a Cage

Summary: A young girl and her religious family move to Little Boston - the only problem is the reader is faithless. With no other choice, her family turns to the likes of a young pastor to rekindle the lord’s flame and penetrate her with the Holy Spirit.

Warnings: misogyny, nothing too heavy right now, religious trauma, eventual smut so 18+

A/N: Just a warning,,,,I haven’t even watched There Will Be Blood yet but I’ve found myself on Eli Sunday TikTok and I had to write this up 🥵 I did look up the plot though, so I spoiled the movie for a bit of smut - Its just who I am. - Also sorry if there are any inaccuracies in this, just overlook them 😌

I have a lot of religious trauma and this may be projected through this fan fiction. I will also update any tags if necessary!

Also I am still writing my Riddler x Reader, this little fic is what I have written between chapters so if you are having some Paul Dano brain rot - check out my longer fic: Riddle Me Witch

AFAB reader using she/her pronouns

Christ, the Lord Saviour was sent to Earth by his Heavenly Father to die for humanity's sins. This is the word that was drummed into you since you left the womb, the word that continues to ring in your ear at church and the word that you will be buried to. Religion to you was a dictation and an oppressor, especially to a young woman like you in a time such as this. 1911, a mere decade past the turn of the century and women were still held tight by religion's iron grip; this continuous mistreatment erupted into a storm within you.

The youngest of 3, your family were simple church going folk; the almost idyllic image of a good Christian household. You however, were the exception. Called a spoiled brat by most, hysterical by others, you internally spat at the floor whenever you heard the word of the 'Lord'. Your disdain for the Christian religion eventually lead you to lose your faith completely. You'd ask questions, something which was a 'no-no' in your household, making blasphemous remarks and even mocked the Bible. Your poor family tried their best to tame you, to teach you, to brain wash you to no avail.

It came as a detriment to them, you were always chaperoned in case you misspoke in public, not that you were stupid enough to do that considering it was a punishable offence. Other than church, your parents had kept you away from formal functions and parties - especially events that included alcohol. If you weren’t already bold, the alcohol certainly brought out your passionate anti-religious speeches.

Another issue your parents had was being unable to marry you off to some good man. All you encounter were either stupid, cowardly or had zero tolerance to your headstrong personality. Things became worse when your father died; he at least used to keep you in check. You'd allow no man to dominate you, no man would dare. Even at both of your sisters wedding, the gentlemen who'd approach you would soon turn on their heel and run head fast away from you - and you liked it this way. You could be independent forever, the master of your own life.

That was until your mother remarried. You kept out of your family's business for the most part so your mother finding love again was the least of your worries; that was the case before discovering your step-father, Joe and his plans. He wishes to move you and your family to a place called Little Boston, California. Apparently, being a young girl in her 20s and unmarried was quite the unfortunate state of events - your family's reputation was at stake. If you had chased away all of the men in your town then god see to it that he will find you a husband in another.

The idea sprung to mind when your step-father was offered a job out there which promised oil. Your mother and him thought it be a great idea to place you in a different, more enclosed environment - to break your spirit down, make you vulnerable and willing to accept Jesus and be a meek woman like a good baptised lady should. Needless to say, you weren't thrilled by the idea. And by that, you threw a fit of rage. You might have been the dark sheep of the family, but in your home town you had the community, you had friends and even a chance at a future for yourself.

You understood completely why they wanted to take you, fuck the oil job, they were punishing you into submission. Your family dragged you kicking and screaming to Little Boston, no amount of comforting words sated your fury. But here you are, sat in your new house, in your new bedroom, sulking into a chair and staring out the window. It was an almost barren land, the sky stretched on for miles and the noise was quiet, too quiet; you enjoyed peace but this, this was eery.

Your eyes hung heavy, bags from lack of sleep and dried tears, you looked a wreck. The population in this god forsaken town was stupidly small and the combined IQ even smaller; no doubt full of religious and uneducated nut jobs considering a school has not yet been built. Your punishment.

The pressure built in your bones, rage rampant in your chest and head full of thoughts that could shame your family for generations. You could feel your whole body shake, how dare they do this to you, cornering you like an animal.

It had been 3 days since you moved in and you hadn't spoken a word to anyone, staying in your room you refused to engage with your oppressors. That was until you saw a group of people approach your house, you look down and notice a young girl and three men; two who were quite obviously identical twins. Staying out of sight, you listen to your step-fathers interaction with them - it was them welcoming your family to the community and that you should pay the "Sunday's" a visit for dinner.

As they walked away, you stayed staring out at the window, catching another glimpse of the party; in doing so, one of the twins had turned back and noticed you. For a split second you considered hiding but instead, you held eye contact with him - an interesting looking fellow dressed all in black and wearing a cross around his neck; another religious nut. Even so, you couldn't help but stare, even when he turned around and carried on walking, you watched him disappear with his family.

"Y/N..." you hear a knock at the door, turning to it, you accept their entrance to see your mother. Despite feeling immense anger, your mother held an air of comfort, especially when you are feeling emotional. It's almost as if the more you feel, the less strong-willed you felt. "How are you doing darlin'?" She comes to sit on the bed close enough to place a hand on your lap. You hesitatingly take it in yours, playing with her fingers lightly.

"Well, I have made my thoughts quite clear" you begin, raising an eyebrow. "But I am surprised at how lovely the weather is" it was the only thing you could really say that was positive. As much as you wanted to keep your wilful persona, you mother occasionally brought out the softer side of you; she had been through a lot as it is and you knew how much of a nuisance you could be towards her.

"Isn't it just lovely?" Your mother had a sweet Texan accent, it was gentle and dainty, much like her as a person. "I would say that would be mighty fine to explore this place, wouldn't you?"

You don't respond at first, calming yourself before answering. Your mother was really trying with you and you wouldn't forgive yourself for shouting at her so soon upon arrival. "Perhaps we can walk about the town once we are all settled"

"Oh Y/N!" Your mother threw her arms around you with a squee, you welcomed her with cautious affection; you really didn't want to explore (not that there was much to explore anyway) but you wanted to meet her part way at least. "Okay but first, we had a little visit from our neighbours, they wish to host a dinner for us as a little welcome! Now waddaya say?"

'No' was the thought that came to mind, you give her an unsure expression. "They could be crooks mama" you doubt it, but anything to put your mother off you'll say.

"Oh don't be silly Y/N, the Sundays are a reputable family they mean no 'arm. The two sons are also unaccounted for" she gives you a cheeky wink, you pull a grimace in return.

"Don't even think about it Ma"

Oh but she did, and she does. Your mother gives you her best puppy dog eyes and holds your hand close to her chest.

"Fine" you exhale out, your mother reaches in for another aggressive hug. You feel slightly defeated, but getting to know the community may help you gage what kind of company you'll be sharing in the future.

"This will be a delightful occasion, but my my Y/N you look like you could do with a week's rest!"

"Will you let me rest for that long?"

"And miss church? I don't think so"

And that was that, you had agreed to a dinner party. You could kick yourself with how quickly you allowed yourself to be convinced to engage in any of your family's shenanigans. But there you were, a Saturday night in June, putting on your forget-me-not blue dress to meet the Sunday family. You hadn't intended on looking particularly nice for this mystery family, however, there was a side of you that wanted to look so good that you'd be intimidating; but then again, you didn't want to look like a common whore either.

"Oh Miss Y/N you look like the prettiest peach in spring" you hear a soft feminine voice chirp. Turning towards the door, you see Vi and Elizabeth, your sisters, poking their head through the frame; grins plastered on their faces.

"Get out of here" you joke, waving your hands to shoo them away.

"Ah come on sis, we're all waiting on ya!" Liz pulls at your arm

"And you will wait even longer" You try to slap Liz's hand away to no avail. Violet and Elizabeth are already married women, Violet being the eldest already had a child on the way. Their husbands Mark and Jason were also (conveniently) offered the job to work with your step-father and decided to move to Little Boston as well.

"Come here, we got a surprise for you" Violet spins you in front of your mirror. "Now please, don't take it off I know what you're like" she wraps a gold chain around your neck, hanging from it was a delicate cross. Your eyes widened.

"Vi! I can't accept this...I don't-"

"Hush now, we are eating with the first family to greet us. We at least have to make a good impression"

You give in, once again; perhaps the new environment had softened you (though you blamed your sleep deprivation) and accepted it. You couldn't lie though, it was a very pretty necklace, whether it was a religious symbol or not.

Walking down the stairs, you could see your mother marvel up at you, she looked like she was on the verge of tears. 'It's not exactly my wedding day' you grumble to yourself. Jason and your step-father Joe had far too much work on their hands to attend any fancy meal, so you it was just you, your sisters, Mark and your mother to attend.

Arriving at the Sunday's house, you are greeted by a young man with a friendly face; this was Paul Sunday. Upon entry he shook all of your hands and you all each gave him a polite smile; except for you - you smiled but it was more civil than it was warm.

"So this is us" Paul spread his arms out to show off his family. "This is my little sister, Mary, my father Abel, my mother Ruth and" finally he waves his hand in his brothers direction. "This is my brother, Eli"

You hold your breath as you look at him, up close he was far more…intense than he was through your window. It astonished you to his likeness of his twin brother except, he was different somehow. More refined perhaps.

'Eli' you repeat in your mind, you notice the same obnoxious cross he wore around his neck. You dismiss all curiosity and enforce those walls again; you may be here for food, but you weren't about to make friends.

"Well hello everyone! This is my family! We have my 3 beautiful daughters, Violet, Elizabeth (and her husband Mark) and Y/N" Your mother reaches out her hand in your direction, you give a little wave with an awkward smile that clearly shows you didn’t want to be there.

Your eyes return to Eli, he is full on staring at you which kind of creeped you out a little. You give him another polite smile before your family take their seats around a table. There were many a pleasant conversation shared amongst the families, you remained silent throughout except for whenever there was a question directed at you. Apparently, Eli was the pastor at the local church, you force yourself not to say anything at this, you just sat there and listened to the drivel about how religion is important blah blah blah.

Neither you or Eli had spoken directly, occasionally exchanging in a few glances here and there. You could feel your palms sweating just thinking about looking at him for longer than a few seconds; for some reason this pipsqueak had made you feel on edge and you couldn't pinpoint why. The dinner continued on, you didn't like to admit it, but the food was actually delicious and far exceeded that of your family's rations for the last few days.

"So tell me Y/N, what's a sweet thang like you doin' unmarried?" Abel asks, you almost chocked on your food. Your mother turns towards you sympathetically and then back to the rest of the party.

"My littl'un has had some trouble over the years..."

"Trouble how?" Paul pushes, the air is thick at this point. You could almost read the room's mind, you look to either Paul or Eli, both of them were also unmarried. You definitely didn't like where this was potentially going.

Before your mother could speak you sit up straight in your seat and pick up your glass of wine. "No man could tame the horse as one could say" you let out a short laugh, the first laugh since you arrived at this cursed place.

"What- what she means to say is that she hasn't found anyone on her level" you mother tried explaining, she at least didn't put you down. "Most of the men where we come from ain't too kind to her fiery nature y'see"

“Nothing wrong with a free spirit” Ruth answered plainly, giving you a sympathetic smile

“There isn’t…but its not a…desirable quality when it comes to finding a suitor” Your mother rubs the back of her neck

“Mama” you disgruntled under your breath, placing a warning hand on her leg. There were a few moments of silence before Abel coughs into his fist.

“I see, I’m sure a bit of Little Boston’s fresh air will do you some good”

“Here here” you mother chimes in, raising a glass before taking a sip of wine. You lean back in your chair in a sulk, the heat of humiliation rising to your face.

"I see you are a lady of faith" Eli finally spoke to you, gesturing to your cross. You blink at him for a moment before realising your necklace.

"I-"

"She is a little hesitant towards religion but she is of the faith, yes" your mother spoke for you once more, panic painfully obvious in her voice.

"Then perhaps she should visit one of my sermons, I do them every Sunday"

“I’ll vouch for my son, he is really very good. I was the pastor for a while before Eli here took over” Abel added

“That sounds like an excellent idea, reinstall those good Christian values we were brought up on” Liz strokes your arm encouragingly, you really wanted to die in that moment.

You purse your lips, really biting your tongue at this point. How you wanted to rant and rave about how ridiculous it all is, but you subsided your anger however, got to keep up with appearances and all that.

"We shall see" were your only words, and they remained your only words for the rest of the evening. Eli personally saw to it a challenge, being a man of God and having so many rely on him sky rocketed his ego; if he could persuade you in any form, he would see it as his greatest achievement.

The rest of the evening was fine, an awkwardness hung in the air but it was manageable. All you wanted to do was escape this place, going somewhere on your own and live as a hermit for the rest of your life. Little Boston was nothing like your home town, the weather may be nice but you honestly couldn't say anything good about it.

#paul dano #danocel #danonation #eli sunday #Eli Sunday x reader #there will be blood #Eli Sunday Paul dano

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jerzwriter · 2 years ago

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Tobias & Casey HC Masterlist 2 of 2 Post-Series Timeline

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Tobias & Casey HC Masterlist Part 1 of 2: Pre-Series through Book 3

Dance it Better ☁️ An over-tired Casey storms into Tobias's office quite cross, but she leaves with a bright new perspective.[01.29.23]

Edenbrook Mysteries: A Secret Admirer ☁️ Casey's got a secret admirer, and Tobias is determined to find out who it is.

The Proposition ☁️Tobias & Ethan remain behind at the bar after a retirement party ends, and Tobias has some news to share.

The Perfect Gift: For Yor Eyes Only (Part 1 of Tobias & Casey's Baby & Wedding Stories) ☁️Ⓜ️⭐️Tobias is always spoiling the love of his life, and she desperately wants to do something in return for him. But the man has everything. What can she possibly give him? Suddenly, she has a perfect idea! And it’s a gift that keeps on giving.

For Keeps (Part 2 of Tobias & Casey's Baby & Wedding Stories) ☁️🍼👰⭐️ Tobias drags his best buddy around Boston to find the perfect ring for Casey, but in the end, she has the biggest surprise for him.

(Not) Keeping Secrets (Part 3 of Tobias & Casey's Baby & Wedding Stories) ☁️🍼👰😂 They're engaged and expecting their first baby... but they want to keep it under wraps until they can tell their parents, which is two weeks away. The problem is... Tobias. Part 1 (Drabble) Part 2 (Insta Edit) Part 3 (Text Fic) Part 4 (Drabble)

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Still the Same 📱 When Casey worries that having a baby will change them too much, Tobias reassures her. But in the end, she reassures herself.

Grandparents Day Part 1: Unexpected ☁️ 🍼👰Casey is enjoying how excited Tobias is to (finally) spread the news about their engagement and baby-to-be finally. But en route to her parents, he begins to panic; what if they don’t feel the same way?

Grandparents Day Part 2: …and I needed you to know. 🎭☁️ 🍼👰⭐️ After learning he is going to be a father, there is only one person Tobias wants to share the news with.

Grandparents Day Part 3: An Act of God ☁️ 🍼👰Casey’s parents know, and Tobias shared a poignant moment with his late father. Now, the happy couple travels to DC to tell Vivian the wonderful news. How will she react to hearing her dream come true?

Just Name It! 📱☁️ 🍼😂 Tobias & Casey have some unusual ideas for naming their baby

Wedding Plans - A short series leading up to their wedding day. Part 1: "I don't think I can do this..." Part 2: "Stress-free, you say?"

Sweet Stuff ☁️ 😂 Recently engaged, Tobias & Casey are enjoying breakfast at one of their favorite places when they spot Ethan. Ribbing and bantering can't be far off when this trio begins to do their thing. And yes.... this is leading up to Eva.

Best Men - Not everyone is happy to hear Tobias & Casey's news, but others help them through, and Ethan is elated with his new role.

Consequences - Ethan is being a wonderful friend but fails to make a good impression on a new doctor. A displeased Vivian confronts her youngest son. Casey makes a new friend, and Jordan wants to make amends, but is Tobias ready?

A Little Detour: The Elopement - With their planned wedding less than a month away, they hop on a flight to Vegas to make it legal.... all by themselves. 👰🏼‍♀️💍🤵🏽‍♂️

Wedding Plans (resumed) Part 3: Use Soap! A Bridal Shower A bunch of edits from Casey's Bridal Shower as the countdown to their "real" wedding continues. Can they keep their elopement a secret? Does Bryce win the contest for the best gift?

Part 4: Stags & Does 📱📷 - Tobias & Casey's bachelor/bachelorette party in texts and edits.

A Little Surprise ☁️ (feat. Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley) Tobias & Casey's wedding is this Saturday! And their officiant, Bryce, has been so excited about wooing the single guests all along, until now. When he creates a little mystery about his sudden date, Casey is determined to get to the bottom of things.

Brotherly Love 📷☁️😂Tobias & Ethan engage in some Instagram silliness before the big day... and Ethan wins this time. lol

To Have and To Hold 👰 Fanart - Tobias & Casey's Wedding Day.

Our Little Surprise ☁️👰 Ficlet & Fanart from Tobias & Casey's Wedding Day

The Perfect Day ☁️ | Tobias x Casey (Story #2 is about their Honeymoon in Vermont.) A look at four Days from four vacations spread over four decades. [06.30.2024]

Special Delivery ☁️ Tobias is the first one home, and when the lights go out, he accidentally opens the wrong package, and he's in for quite a surprise. Can Casey help him through it? Or is the man scarred for life? [Feat: Vivian Carrick]

Just for Fun 📱😂Casey picks out some fun gifts for Ethan's birthday, and then others get gifts, too!

The Perfect Thanksgiving ☁️🦃 Tobias and Casey spend their first Thanksgiving together as husband and wife.

Christmas is gonna be awkward... 📱☁️😂 Tobias and Casey's flirting takes a turn when his mother gets involved.

Just a Little Faith ☁️🎄12.23.2022 Casey and Tobias reflect on how they have changed as they await Christmas day.

New Perspective ☁️🎄It's New Year's Eve, and the friends stop by Tobias & Casey's before heading out for the night. Once they leave, Casey struggles to say goodbye to her old life as she looks forward to the new.

2023:

A Perfect Date ☁️ Wedding plans are behind them, the holidays are over, and Casey's morning sickness is finally gone. So, Tobias plans a big night out on the town for them to celebrate. Not everything goes as planned, but it ends perfectly. [01.23.2023]

Simple Pleasures ☁️💘🎨 (FIC & FANART) Tobias is driving himself crazy trying to create the perfect Valentine's Day for his new wife and momma-to-be. Meanwhile, Casey forgot about it until the last moment, then worried she couldn't make it special. Luckily, they heeded good advice from friends and went on to enjoy a beautiful evening together.

In the Middle of the Night ☁️🤰😂Casey's now in her third trimester, and she can't sleep through the night, and that means Tobias isn't either. Luckily, they make the best of it together. [2.22.23]

I'll Be Watching You 📱☁️ 🍼😂 Tobias & Casey are about to be parents, but Ethan is about to be a godfather, and he's spoiling the baby in advance... and trolling Tobias while doing so.

By Your Side ☁️ A very pregnant Casey is having a difficult night, and her husband is there to help her through.

Just Fine! ☁️😂 Tobias stumbles upon a shaken Bryce... who tries to warn him about what he's in for. But Tobias has things under control... or does he? [3.18.2023]

A Family Evening ☁️ A month before their first baby is due, Casey and Tobias enjoy a fun and pleasant evening with his mother and “little” brother.

In a Pickle ☁️🤰Spend a typical Wednesday night with Tobias and (a very pregnant) Casey as they snuggle up to watch one of their favorite television shows, Abbott Elementary.

We're Having a Baby (2-part series) Part 1: Ready or Not ☁️🤰🍼 As Tobias heads to work and Casey heads to a routine doctor's visit, they are unaware of the chaos about to be underway. Part 1 or 2 of little Samantha Carrick entering the world. Part 2: Here She Is ☁️🤰🍼 The gang gathers at the hospital as Casey and Tobias get ready to welcome their little one. But there are still a few issues to work out before Baby Carrick officially arrives. Part 2 of 2

The Perfect Gift ☁️🍼🎨 Tobias and Casey welcome their first child into the world and set some ground rules along the way.

Heading Home ☁️🍼📱😂 The Carricks are bringing Baby Samantha home, and of course, the usual craziness ensues!

Are We Dating the Same Guy? Tobias Edition ☁️😂 Casey & Tobias are both on parental leave following the birth of their first daughter. When Tobias steps out for an errand, Sienna notifies Casey that she found Tobias on "Are We Dating the Same Guy? Boston/Cambridge", and apparently, he has a Tinder account. Here's what happens when Tobias returns.

Date Night 📱📷☁️ Tobias plans the couple's first post-baby date night. But is Casey ready?

First Fathers Day ❤️‍🩹 It's Tobias's first Father's Day, and he's happy to celebrate with Casey and their eight-week-old daughter. But as happy as he is, Casey senses something is amiss and helps him deal with emotions that arise.

Homecoming 🔥🎨New parents and normally insatiable Casey & Tobias have been given the "green light" by Casey's OB/GYN, and they are determined to make t a night to remember. [FANFIC and FANART - fanart by @/artbyainna]

Starstruck 📱☁️ 😂Tobias is a keynote speaker at a conference in Ashville, NC. Casey decides to join him and make it a quick getaway. While there, Casey is convinced she is seeing starts... Tobias is convinced she's losing her mind. (Celebrity sighting, but they're not getting Homesick...)

Crushed ☁️ 😂This is sort of a follow-up to Starstruck, based on this ask by @liaromancewriter. Casey always thinks she's seeing stars - the celebrity version - and on this quick getaway with her husband, she really saw one. Now, Tobias claims he has, too. Does Casey believe him?

Casey's 32nd Birthday 📷☁️🎂 So, how did she spend her first birthday as a Mom? She chose to spend it alone with her husband and daughter. See some edits of what they did to make the day special below.

Is it Magic? 📱A little text flirtation about what leads to love.

Roman Adventure 📱☁️😂 How often does Tobias think about the Roman Empire?

A Quite Carrick Halloween ☁️🎃😂It's their first Halloween with baby Samantha, and they're wrapped in sugary sweet domestic bliss - but with these two, there's always a side of something extra.

Caught in the Act 🔥🎨A ride to a charity function is just a ride to a charity function, right? Not when the couple in question is the insatiable Carricks. See how a misunderstanding led to a fun-filled escapade. 😉

Upon Arrival ☁️ Casey's stuck at work a little late, so she asks Tobias for a favor. Her usually unflappable husband seems a little... flapped... and we're about to find out why. (Feat: Jackie Varma)

Baby Talk ☁️ On a holiday trip to grandma's, Tobias tries to convince Samantha to crawl.

2024:

Not so fast... ☁️💘02.18 | It's their fourth third Valentine's Day together, and it looks a little different than the rest. Still, all is going well until Tobias drops a little bombshell.

Happy 40th Birthday, Tobias! 📷In Elsaland, Tobias turns 40 today, and his wife and bestie are there to make it Insta-official! Part 1: Ethan's Post 02.19 Part 2: Casey's Post 02.19

High Seas Part 1 ☁️ 😂 (feat. Ethan Ramsey) Casey and Tobias have been looking forward to their vacation plans, a cruise on the high seas with some old Hopkin’s friends as well. But when work gets in the way, Casey has a suggestion. Can she sell it?

High Seas Part 2 ☁️ 😂 (feat. Ethan Ramsey) Casey and Tobias have been looking forward to their vacation plans, a cruise on the high seas with some of his old friends from Hopkins. But when work got in the way, Casey convinced Ethan to join her husband instead. Now, out on the high seas, some confusion ensues. Will the friends turned frienemies now friends again survive?

National Hug Your Cat Day 📱06.05 | It's National Hug Your Cat Day, and Tobias & Casey take to Instagram to celebrate their little Pietro - it's all sweet - for a bit. :)

Whenever, Whatever 04.02 📱Shakira has been on Tobias's (and Ethan's) "list" forever, but now, they're done. It's a crisis in the Carrick household, so of course, Tobias makes it Ethan's issue, too. (Just for fun!)

Careful What You Wish For... 📱02.26 | They've been together too long...and know each other too well.

Different Destinations ☁️ 01.24.2024 | Casey & Jackie are spending a Sunday afternoon together; it's just like their roomie days - but then again, it's not.

It's Delicate... 04.08 📱4/19 is a big day for Swifties, and Casey is among them. When her mother-in-law Vivian realizes this is the day before her precious grandbaby's first birthday (and party), she needs to have a few words with her son... then he needs to have a couple chats himself. He reaches out to Bryce and Sienna for reassurance that all will be OK and that Sienna may have a prescription to save the day.

The Big ONE ☁️🎨04.20.2024 | Samantha Carrick's First Birthday Celebration Art by @/artbyainna IG

Happy Birthday, Baby! ☁️🎨🎂 07.25.2024 | Tobias wants to make this a birthday that Casey will always remember, so he plans a girl's night out for her and her friends. Once they're gone, he and Bryce start the second part of his plan. Eventually, Ethan gets dragged in, too. It's definitely a night to remember! Art by @/artbyainna IG

All Is Merry & Bright ☁️ 🎄(feat. Bryce Lahela, Vivian Carrick, Jordan Carrick) It's their second Christmas with little Samantha, and the Carricks are getting ready to take their Christmas card photo. As Uncle Jordan sets up the perfect shot, Grandma Vivian, Bryce, and Jensen provide the commentary.

Pietro & Azul ☁️ 01.20.2024 | Jackie is housesitting for her friends Casey & Tobias. It's been going well until that terrifying last night. [featuring Jackie Varma]

A Little Mess 📱 Ethan pet-sits Tobias & Casey's cat. It doesn't go as smoothly as he had hoped.

2025:

Kiss & Make Up ☁️🔥09.24.2024 | Fighting absolutely sucks; that's why Tobias & Casey do their best to avoid it, but with making up like this, they may be looking for reasons to squabble.

One Summer Night... ☁️ The lights are out in Boston in the middle of a heatwave, and no one is sleeping, but it is a night full of sweet memories for Tobias & Casey... once they cool off. 01.16.23

Whodunnit? ☁️ 09.09 | Casey's on maternity leave and enjoying a quiet day at home with her family - until there's a little mystery to solve.

Across the Table 📱☁️ | While scrolling through his phone, Tobias realizes just how many pictures he's taken of Casey sitting across the table from him. Each elicits a memory, each a reminder of what he loves about her. So, he does a little Instagram series, "Across the Table". Here it is.

2029:

A Kiss & A Promise ☁️ 05.22 | Casey is having a rough day that keeps getting rougher. When home is not providing her with the solace and reassurance she needs, Tobias comes to the rescue and gets a big surprise.

2030 and Beyond:

Happiest New Year ☁️ 🎄 - It was a difficult year for the Carrick family and on New Year’s morning, Tobias & Casey welcomed the craziness, the chaos… and even Vivian. They are happy that their recently expanded family is all under one roof and starting new traditions.

Candyland Part2: Power in Numbers ☁️ ⭐️😂 - Casey & Tobias attempt to trick their daughters with the latest TikTok challenge, but who wins in the end?

Sweet Chaos ☁️💝 With the help of Tobias, Casey recreates a Valentine’s Day family tradition from her childhood for her three little girls.

Tobias and His Lovely Ladies ☁️ ⭐️🎨 (FIC & FANART) Tobias & Casey share a typical Saturday morning discussing what to get his mother for a birthday gift.

For His Girls ☁️🎄- The girls want to have a nice holiday party, just like those Mommy & Daddy have been attending. So they ask Daddy to make it happen.

The Missing Piece ☁️😂 Casey's heading out for a night with friends, and Tobias is on Dad duty. The night goes well overall, but it's not complete until Casey returns home.

A Carrick Family Easter ☁️ 🐰⭐️ 🎨(FIC & FANART) A little peek at four scenes from the Carrick Family's Easter Day.

Grounds for Dismissal ☁️ 09.07 | When Samantha expresses her displeasure with her Dad at drop off, Tobias & Casey make sure that pick up will be... even worse! :)

Learning Curve ☁️😂 It's "Bring Your Child to Work Day," and Sammy has some preconceived ideas about how it will go, but at the end of the day, she's in for some sweet surprises.

The Perfect Day ☁️ Tobias x Casey, The Carrick Girls (Story number 3 is about a family trip to Disney) A look at four Days from four vacations spread over four decades.

Tobias & Casey with Adult Children:

Father's Day Plans 👔📱📷 06.16 | Father's Day is coming, and Tobias's grown daughters and their mom are planning a celebration for him.

Father's Day Plans 2 👔📷 06.16 | On Father's Day, Tobias shares pictures of his presents. Well, most of them. :)

The Perfect Day ☁️ Tobias x Casey (Story #4 is Casey & Tobias returning to Vermont for their 35th Wedding Anniversary) A look at four Days from four vacations spread over four decades.f

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