His Inheritance: Kiss the Bride ~ Chapter 13

Part 13: Kiss the Bride

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Words: 3.9k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. References to mistresses. Firearms Thinly veiled threats. 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.

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“It’s almost time,” Nat sang as she took you by the hands in the staging area they’d set up.

She looked unfairly beautiful in her forest green dress, her red hair framing her face in loose curls. Aside from your matron of honor and soon-to-be sister-in-law, you had six bridesmaids. You’d never seen a single one of them before in your life and it looked very much like Nat snatched them from a fashion runway.

You heard piano music, and it sounded like there were so many people in the room beyond, waiting for you to walk down that aisle…

“Are you okay?” Nat got on your eye level.

“As I’m going to be,” you whispered. The huge bouquet of red roses shook in your hands, and you weren’t sure at all about walking on the ridiculous heels the stylists had you in.

“You can do this,” Nat told you with a smile. “You can. Just get through the ceremony, smile and wave, then we’ll celebrate any way you want. Okay?”

You knew she meant well. The sincerity in her green eyes was hard to miss. You were just cold. And scared. And…

Dyson bustled up, giving you his trademark grin before getting the bridesmaids in line. When the wedding march started, your heart started racing. You struggled to breathe.

Nat took her place in front of you, casting you a worried glance over her shoulder.

At this point, you just hoped you didn’t pass out.

“Hey,” a deeper voice was close to your ear. “She’s right. You can do this.”

If you had to guess, you thought Yelena was probably around your age. Maybe a little older.

You appreciated the encouragement, but it wasn’t her ass being forced into this situation. You’d trade places with her in a heartbeat, you realized.

“Take a deep breath,” she told you in a tone that wouldn’t accept refusal.

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Steve stopped, his gaze on you. “You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen,” Steve told you, brushing a kiss on your forehead. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.” OKAY THIS HAD ME BLUSHING

You held her gaze, shaking your head. “And what reaction would you like? Let me know and I’ll try to produce it for you.” GO OFF Y/N, what a legend honestly fight her. I was chanting “fight fight fight” in my head

this chapter was amazing!! well worth the wait xx

not sure if i’ve said, but could you add me to your taglist please? 

i’m so excited omg

His Inheritance: Something Borrowed ~ Chapter 12

Part 12: Something Borrowed

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Words: 3k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. References to mistresses. Firearms 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.

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Steve was just waking up when he heard the soft knock at his door. He didn’t have time to answer before Dyson quietly let himself in and closed the door behind him.

“We’ve made some progress in figuring – Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” Dyson’s gaze landed on them on the bed, and his eyes comically widened before he spun around, facing the other way.

Steve opened his eyes at that. He was aware she was there in his bed sleeping next to him. When he looked, he saw she was on top of the duvet on her stomach. The red Henley he’d put her in to sleep had ridden up, showing the sleek curve of her lower back. Her delectable ass was on full display there, covered barely by little black panties.

He didn’t want to wake her. He felt like he could use some coffee – or Scotch – before taking her on this morning. Sitting up, he threw his legs over the side. Carefully, he used the covers on his side of the bed to cover her up.

Rising from the bed, he grabbed his robe from the foot of it, pulled it on.

“Okay,” he said.

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ahhhhh i got so happy to see you posted the next chapter!! can’t remember if i’ve asked but could i be added to the taglist, please? i swear, i love this fic sm

me: i love this fic idea i cant wait to write it

me writing the actual fic:

i spend hours daydreaming about fictional things in bed so i can have the energy to get up and daydream about fictional things for the rest of the day

I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

please write what you want. please pick the tiniest detail of a character and exaggerate it into a 50k fic. please don’t let canon hold you back. please write whatever you want however you want. please.

andrew garfield doesnt count as a parasocial relationship btw. i know him. we all know him

When I was 17 my appendix ruptured because I thought I was just having period cramps and didn’t go to the hospital so don’t tell me PMS symptoms are no big deal

this actually happened to me during my math final and i didn’t think anything of it and when i was later admitted to the hospital my math prof was asking me ‘you didn’t have to take the final! why didn’t you tell me it hurt?!?!’ and i told him i’ve had cramps worse.

he gave me 100

This is actually an extremely common occurrence simply because in sex ed they don’t teach you how to tell the difference between menstrual cramps and other more serious pains. The way to tell the difference between cramps and appendicitis is that while menstrual cramps are generalized toward the middle of the stomach below the belly button, pain from a swollen or burst appendix will start in the middle of the stomach and relocate to only the lower right side, even lower than menstrual cramps, and is a very localized pain. It also comes on extremely suddenly and will worsen over time or when you make a sudden movement, like a cough or a sneeze.

Basically, if you’re feeling any sort of pain, even if it’s menstrual cramps, don’t hesitate to tell the school nurse or a parent, or if you’re out of school and home even make a doctor’s appointment. Chances are if your cramps are that bad there’s something they can do to improve that as well.

I am boosting the shit out of that reply, because I am twenty-fucking-five years old and did not know how to tell the two pains apart

Adding another diagnostic tool! This is something we use in the ER called the rebound test. Basically, appendicitis and cramps react differently to certain things. If you’re still not sure if you have cramps or appendicitis, take two fingers and press them into your abdomen where the pain is (try repeating this on the lower right quadrant of the abdomen just to be sure.)

When you press in firmly, it will probably hurt. Here’s the test: LET GO. Does it get better or get worse? Appendicitis will immediately hurt worse when you let go. Cramps will not. Go to the ER if the rebound test makes it worse!

THE REBOUND TEST IS REALLY IMPORTANT.

My husband got sent home from the ER with a rupturing appendix. When he came back and was rushed into surgery, the surgeon was super angry – “Why didn’t anyone do the rebound test?!”

All great info, but there is another lesson to be learned here: if you’re in major pain, it’s probably important - so don’t let anyone tell you it’s not. There is a documented pattern of women who go to the ER with complaints of pain being dismissed as overreacting…when in reality women have an incredibly high tolerance for pain, to the point that some don’t even realize exactly how serious their condition is. These stories only serve to illustrate this point.

Reblog to literally save a life.

Every time I see this..

Someone I knew who was a trained EMT says he heard during training “Men, whatever pain level a woman says she’s at, add two to imagine how bad it hurts you. If she says six it would feel like an eight to men.”

Cramps do a number on our concept of pain.

REBLOGGING BECAUSE JESUS THIS IS LIFE ADVICE GUYS!!!

Reblogging because THIS IS IMPORTANT

No imagine trying to explain where your pain’s at when you have an angry uterus and have chronic pain

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— lumberjack! alpha! steve rogers x omega! reader

summary || When Steve saves you in the middle of a snow storm, he doesn’t expect to meet such a witty, quirky and beautiful omega. He also doesn’t expect to fall head over heels in love you. Though he doesn’t know much about you, especially the secrets you carry in your trunk.

warnings || alpha/omega dynamics. talks of death. SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). DARK THEMES — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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I’m very very nervous about this series and I really really hope you like it!

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Steve chewed his lower lips as the intensity of the book pulled him in. He was sitting comfortably on his couch with his legs tucked in a blanket as he read the book.

The soft hums of Christmas songs playing on radio were audible in the background. The holiday was over a few days back, but Steve liked enjoying the season as long as he could.

Unlike what people thought, he loved the comfort living alone brought. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

He was about to turn the page of the book when he heard the unmistakable sound of a crash. Steve practically lived in the middle of nowhere and now due to the snow storm warnings, he hadn’t thought anyone would pass by. Guess he was wrong.

okok so ready and also not ready at all for this series WOW

I’ll be picking up bottles with you on New Year’s Day.