Wedding-Setting

The mother-in-law bribe backfired

This is not my story.  This was told to me by a woman I knew from work several years ago; she’s a very sweet nurse.

Nurse graduated from nursing school and decided with her friend to move to one of the cities that was listed as having “the most eligible bachelors” from some publication. She moves and starts dating her future husband.

Future Husband’s mother is a viper and decides Nurse is not good enough for her family.  The  happy couple eventually get engaged and future mother-in-law is having none of it.   Tries for several months to break them up; tries to convince Nurse to go back where she came from and simultaneously tries to gently convince her precious son that Nurse may not be good for him.

To add some more context to this situation, this MIL is pretty nasty to Nurse but hides it well to other people, always making sure she’s super (fake) sweet to everyone when others are around.

Finally wedding plans are set so MIL gets desperate.  She gets Nurse alone with a “generous” offer: leave fiance and never come back in exchange for $10,000 (note: this was almost 30 years ago so I guess it was kind of a shitload of money for most).

Nurse is so sick of this woman’s shit and is incredibly insulted. However, she’s intelligent and maintains her composure.  Nurse accepts the offer.

Nurse takes the money, does not leave, and gets married anyway. Nobody else knows about this.

MIL cannot say or do anything about it without exposing herself to her family as a horrible person.

Nurse and husband are still happily married; their kids are grown; husband still has no idea this went down.

MIL has suffered silently for almost 30 years.

Inexorable (2)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, (eventual) smut, Mafia au!

Notes: Welp, since so many of you asked for it, here is a part two!! There are two other stories which need a continuation as well, so I might keep requests closed for a while.. Sorry about that. I hope you don’t mind. Feel free to ask me questions, though! Ya’ll are so nice to me! 2,053 Words

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (FINAL)

The ride to the vacation home wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Your husband actually gave you the space you needed. There were brief glares exchanged between the two of you, a whole lot of drinking, and forced slumber – it was a 3 hour ride, after all. 

When the both of you had finally reached, the luggage was taken out by the bodyguards who had come along, and brought to your huge master bedroom. It was twice the size of your father’s office – if not, bigger – the bed was king-sized, and adorned with silk sheets. The walk-in wardrobe was already stacked with clothes for both sexes, making you wonder why you had even brought luggage in the first place.

“Too small, honestly,” Jungkook commented, plopping down on the couch by the fireplace. “My room is bigger than this.”

There he was, ruining the moment again. It was a good thing you were too exhausted to fight with him; but that didn’t mask over the fact that you still wanted to knock him out.

“Brat..” 

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The long, ornately decorated room was hung with portraits, with tapestries and gilt light fixtures all around. A grandfather clock ticked sedately, the only constant noise aside from the occasional tink and clatter of silverware on fine china. Only three people sat at the very end of a rather long dining table that hadn’t seen guests in years. The tension between them was palpable.

Draco carefully set his utensils aside and took a fortifying sip of wine before he spoke, “Father,” he paused until his father glanced up at him, “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” Lucius said stiffly, his hand tightening around his fork ever so slightly.

Draco cleared his throat absently, “Well, you see, Potter a-”

“NOT AGAIN!” Lucius shouted, his fist hitting the table so all the dishes jumped and rattled.

Both Draco and Narcissa jumped at the sudden noise.

“One meal without talking about Potter-” He pointed his fork at Draco, “-ONE. That’s all I’m asking, Draco-”

Draco stiffened,“Father-”

“How the hell did I raise you into this!” He gestured to Draco broadly, his face going pink with rage.

Narcissa frowned, “Dear, please-”

“All you talk about is Potter-” he spits the name, “-nothing but Potter.” He threw his fork onto his plate with a clatter.

Narcissa sighed and reached over to pat Draco’s hand.

“WHY?” Lucius groaned, digging his hands into his hair, “Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter,” he muttered mockingly, “Why don’t you just fucking marry him.”

Draco looked over at his mother in surprise. He glanced back at Lucius and smirked faintly.

“Draco, you mustn’t,” Narcissa said gently.

Draco’s smirk grew. He took the silver band from his pocket and slipped it back onto his ring finger with great care before resting his hand on the fine linen table cloth. 

“So we have your blessing then?” Draco asked casually, picking up his wine glass again, the ring chiming faintly against the crystal stem.

Lucius’ face had lost all colour. He slowly pushed himself up from the table and left the room in complete silence.

Narcissa sighed and flicked her wand to summon a house elf.

“Yes, Mistress?” the elf asked daintily.

“Please follow my husband and tell me where he ends up,” Narcissa said.

The elf bowed and disappeared.

“I think that went well,” Draco said with a self-satisfied smile.

Narcissa swirled her wine absent-mindedly, “I think it was entirely unnecessary, Draco.”

“I have mentioned we were dating before,” Draco said.

Narcissa sighed again, “Yes… I’m beginning to think your father stops listening most of the time when you bring up Harry.”

“That’s hardly my fault.”

Narcissa looked at her son flatly.

The house elf reappeared with a crack, “Master is in the wine cellar.”

“Drinking?” Narcissa asked, concern edging her voice.

The house elf nodded, “And smashing.”

“Oh dear,” Narcissa sighed, “Please retrieve Draco’s wine before he destroys it.”

The elf bowed and disappeared.

“My wine?” Draco raised an eyebrow, “I haven’t left any wine here, have I?”

Before Narcissa could respond the elf was back holding an old bottle with a small tag around the neck. She took it from the house elf, “Thank you, please go keep an eye on Lucius.” She turned in her seat and held the bottle out, “Here.”

Draco took the bottle and slowly turning it in his hands.

“We bought it when you were born, to give you when you got married,” Narcissa said quietly, “It would make me very happy if you would share it with Harry at your wedding.”

Draco set the bottle down on the table to take his mother’s hand, “Thank you, mother.”

Narcissa smiled and squeezed his hand. “Now, I’m going to go talk to your father,” she pushed her chair back and stood, taking a moment to straighten her robes before she turned to the door, “Invite Harry to come next week. I do so enjoy seeing him.”

Draco smiled fondly and relaxed back into his chair, “I will.”

so, as girlfriends do, moment is getting hot and my gf wanted to go downtown but i was on my period and in the heat of the moment she forgets and i see this as a golden opportunity. so being the asshole that i am i go “wait wait wait let me set some mood music” and i start playing the Rains of Castamere and lean back as if everything is normal. Needless to say she stops and is just so perplexed. Lol and then i say “what? it’s about to be a theatrical reprisal of the Red Wedding I thought I’d set the tone!”

the mood was ruined, but the joke was worth it.

My Reaction to Mass Effect Andromeda's Squad
  • Cora: Okay, can you tone down the fangirling? It's getting embarrassing. And I'm saying this as someone who used to be able to recite the entire Star Wars Original Trilogy from memory. Also, I'm not entirely sure it's legal for a straight woman to have that hair cut.
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  • Peebee: Hello, my blue space wife? Do you love me yet, or should I wait until tomorrow to buy the engagement ring and wedding set?
  • Drack: Murder Happy Space Grandpa! Can I have a hug?
  • Vetra: My best friend, and the sister of my heart. I will kill anyone who ever hurts you or anything you love.
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  • Kallo: I want to hug you. I don't know why, but every time I set foot on the bridge, I am filled with the overwhelming urge to hug you.
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