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nicoceciliaja​:

Amelia Scott… What a welcomed face. As the older woman came to occupy the space between her and the individual in charge of the world’s most boring conversation, Cilla let out a heavy sigh of relief before placing her half full glass of whiskey down on the bar’s top. “Of course.” She gave Amelia a quick nod before moving to stand, once again picking up her drink in order to follow the other woman away from dull words, not so much as giving a glance to her prior and very much unwanted conversation partner. “I never learned to translate stupid…. I have no idea what they were talking about.” She spoke, a stoic look upon her face in order to keep up the façade of the important conversation she and Amelia were supposed to now be discussing. Though in all honesty, anything other than that dull bar conversation would be important to the brunette soldier. Plus she’d come to find anything Amelia had to say to be important. She very much valued the older woman. 

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“The sad part is, I don’t think they noticed you were less than interested,” talk about being caught up in yourself. She remembers back to when she first started coming to these events earlier in her relationship with Alek. She had to learn quickly that you had to put on an I’m definitely listening and care what you say persona. It was a relief when you could be around somewhere that wouldn’t drone on about nonsense. I’m sure before long you can slip out and it won’t be that big of a deal. She wasn’t sure if that was exactly true but she wanted to cheer up Cilla. “What do you say we get together one of these days, just sit in silence or talk and enjoy each other's company?” she asked as she came to a stop near a wall. One of the things she liked was sometimes people were so engrossed with their conversations someone could fade into the background. She missed just spending time with someone and not feeling like she had to be acting the right way. Outside of her fiancé, she needed to spend time with more people she could do that with.

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wintermikhailov​:

It took Winter a second longer than it should have to notice that Amelia was stood so close to her, maybe she had been too wrapped up in her own drama. “I overpaid for my dress and he lives in a shack.” Winter sighed, rolling her eyes at how unfortunate the whole thing was. It wasn’t like she needed the man to have as much money as her, but some money would have been nice. It was almost a shame that her expensive tastes didn’t stop at food and handbags. “A couple of people asked, nobody worthy of my time and attention so here I am. It’s probably the first time I’ve attended one of these things alone but at least I look good doing it.”

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“You’re right about that, it’s not like you need to have a date anyway,” she stated before taking a sip of her wine. Taking a looking around not many of the people around looked like they would be anyone she liked. Thinking about it Amelia wasn’t exactly sure what Winter’s taste was so she couldn’t say for sure. “At least you know your worth, Winter,” she smiled at her. She could always say the other woman opened her eyes to new thoughts often. “So is there anything you’re looking forward to tonight or just ready for it to be over?” Amelia had seen the faces of many that looked like they wanted to be anywhere but at the Gala.

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    As he sipped on the champagne his mind reverted to the future and what it would be like to be sipping it at his own wedding. Forty plus years of being a bachelor and Aleksandr was finally ready to settle down with the perfect catch—Amelia Scott. The evening already felt like a foreshadowing to the big day, yet his beautiful bride would be adorning white and a veil that would make her look like a flawless angel. “Oh you certainly have my attention. It’s a miracle we’ve made it here without me ravishing you first,” he whispered against her earlobe then gave it a playful nibble. Her words only incited the stirring within him more profoundly, causing him to bite into his lower lip. “You can help me out of soon enough, моя любовь,” he uttered, then took her hand to follow her through the crowd to the auction area. He had no intention of spending a lot that night, but he knew if Amelia set her sights on something she wanted, he would be liable to cave without much coaxing. “I think it’s a good place to start as long as we don’t miss dinner. I’m ravenous,” he winked at his fiancé.

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His voice alone sent shivers through her, the kind that made you always want to be alone with them. She smiled at him as he leaned in close making her forget they were in public for a moment. Sighing she leaned a little closer to him as he continued to speak. “You know I’m supposed to stay in this dress, you’re making it really hard to want to,” she looked him in the eyes with a smirk. Suddenly she was looking forward to the end of the event more than the actual party part. It’s how it was whenever she was around him, she had to tell the both of them to behave. “You’re torturing me,” she joked but slightly serious as she looked around. Trying to distract herself from going too deep in her thoughts she reached down to the table to pick up what looked like a very expensive urn. Setting it down quickly, she did not want to be the person that broke it. “I still can’t quite get over that things like this is a part of my world now, this must be nothing for you,” she turned to him as she continued to browse. “I don’t know what to bid on, so many options...are you seeing anything?”

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nicoceciliaja​:

Location: Cameo Nightclub {during Gratitude Gala 2021}

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“Oh, ja. Mmhmm. I agree completely…” Cilla’s mind had drifted almost the second the conversation she was currently stuck in began. She couldn’t care any less about what designers everyone was wearing or who’d be donating the most to whatever charity it was this gala was for. She’d been ready to leave since before she arrived at Cameo; but alas, she was doing her duty as a good little soldier and sticking around until she stayed long enough to make a proper exit. Counting down the minutes until she could do just that, she decided she’d focus on getting as drunk as possible in the meantime, what little of her attention had been on the current conversation now shifting fully to the newly poured whiskey placed in front of her. Without second thought, she downed half of it in one go, the liquid burning her throat as she was nowhere near as intoxicated as she wished to be to survive this night.

Although Amelia would much rather be off enjoying the night with just her and Alek she knew they needed to be there. Which meant she had to put on her game face for most of the night so when she saw Cilla she was ecstatic. She didn’t ever have to pretend or fake a smile when the younger woman was around. Swiping a chardonnay off a tray she made her way to rescue her from whatever conversation she was having. Or shall she say listening to as she could tell she wanted to be anywhere else. “Hello, sorry for interrupting but I need to talk some important business with you,” She glanced at the person talking and gave them a sorry it couldn’t wait look. “So did you hear any of what they were saying or did I rescue you from another boring conversation?” She smiled as she made her way farther from the other person. Then once she remembered they were supposed to be having a serious conversation, she faked a serious look. “Oh, right we’re supposed to be discussing something important.”

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Checking out the Charity Gala scene with @ameliaxscott​

    Once the couple stepped inside Cameo Nightclub, Aleksandr didn’t hesitate in grabbing a drink for him and Amelia when a server passed them by. Handing her the glass of fizzy liquid that could only be assumed to be champagne, he smiled at his fiancé and leaned in to nuzzle against her neck. “Did I tell you how ravishing you look tonight? I love when you wear black against your light skin tone. It makes you look like a porcelain doll,” he complimented affectionately. In his eyes Amelia was always the most beautiful woman in the room and tonight was no exception. Bringing the drink to his lips he then gazed around the fancy venue and silently thought how different it looked for the gala. He didn’t frequent Cameo often, but he was well acquainted with the place.

A night on her mans arm, drinks and a chance to dress fancy was a night she had been looking forward to. Although they had just arrived she had nothing but high hopes for the night, as long as she was spending it with her love. Holding the champagne he grabbed for her, she smiled as he complimented her. The only persons opinion she cared about when it came to her looks always knew the perfect thing to say. As she had spent a few days deciding on what she wanted to wear it felt good that he noticed. Amelia couldn’t deny that she had picked out the dress keeping his likings in mind. “Well, it was an intended choice. I’m all about getting your attention however I can,” she smiled as she looked into his eyes. “No matter how many times I see you in a suit, it will always ignite something in me,” she bit her lip as she leaned in closer to him. For all the people surrounding them, it was as if they were in their own little world at times. “Let’s go have a good night, see what we can get at this auction,” she reached for his hand.

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wintermikhailov​:

Winter had never been the kind of woman who enjoyed attending events on her own. Standing alone tended to invite the company of strangers and most of the time that was the last thing she wanted. Half an hour was as long as she’s lasted before some poor, irritating soul had taken a liking to her. With a sigh Winter decided to finally turn her attention to him. “If I have to tell you to leave one more time you’ll never walk again. Got it?” she asked sweetly before turning her back to him once more. “Бог. My dress cost more than his house and he really thinks he has a chance.” She muttered to nobody in particular. Winter looked around the room for a second and noticed someone within earshot of her. “Do you have a date?”

Amelia couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her soon to be sister in law, not that she didn’t have every right to tell the guy off. She was definitely never lacking in her ability to scare someone off and she always admire that about her. Of course it was her words about his lack of money that caused her to sigh. Before meeting Alek she didn’t have anywhere near as much money as their family had. It was easy for someone that had always had wealth to look down on those that didn’t. “I’d say you overpaid for that dress or he lives in a shack,” she joked as she approached her. She couldn’t really say much anymore as she enjoyed the perks of having money in her day to day life. Just didn’t mean she forgot where she came from or that others were still out there struggling. “So how are you attending this alone?” she genuinely felt a little shocked she was dateless.  

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Gratitude Gala 2021

attending with her fiancé @alekmikhailov

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alekmikhailov​:

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Date Night with @ameliaxscott​

    For a workaholic like Aleksandr Mikhailov, taking a night off was a big deal, but when it came to his lovely fiancé he’d make that special time for her. It wasn’t often he got to woo her like when they first met. For their evening together, he hired a limo to take them into the mountains of upstate New York where they had dinner arrangements at a fancy steakhouse all set and a lodge booked for the evening. They were about ten minutes away from their dinner reservation, sitting next to each other in the hummer limo. “I almost forgot the champagne!” He extolled. Shifting over to the mini fridge and makeshift bar, he pulled out the bottle he had ordered and found some flutes for the bubbly. He began to twist the coil around the cork and eyed his fiancé mischievously. “Are you ready? Last time I opened one of these it got messy. Better hold out your glass!” He’d most likely behave this time around, only because he didn’t want to ruin their dinner attire. 

She never had to worry that Alek would take time off to spend with her, especially because she would bring it up to him if it had been too long since they had a night out. A night like this would be nothing short of amazing since it was just the two of them. No business, no interruptions, nothing but time for the two of them. She was never jealous of his work or the time he had to spend doing other things rather than be with her. Okay, well maybe never was a strong word but most of the time she understood and knew it came with the territory. Staring at her fiancé thinking about how much he did for her, planning their whole night even with a lot on his plate. “You spill that on me before dinner and you’ll regret it,” she tried to look stern, as she wore a new dress for the occasion. Despite the face she wouldn’t really do anything which he knew she still pretended to be serious. She held out her glass slightly tilted away just in case he felt like messing with her. “I really don’t feel like changing, this one fills me out just perfect,” as if he cared about what she wore. “I have to say you outdid yourself tonight.” She looked out the window as she could see what she presumed was their destination up ahead. 

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lindqvistcilla​:

There really weren’t many people that could bring a genuine smile to the Swede’s face. Amelia was, however, one of those rare people. Cilla had gotten to know the woman rather well since first joining the Mikhailov Mafia, mainly due to the fact she was Alek’s fiancée and Alek was practically her honorary big brother at this point—her hedersbror. Since Amelia was important to him, Amelia had become important to her… even if she did loathe how protective the older raven haired beauty could be at times. “I’m supposed to keep an eye out for a rumored exchange going down.” She shared her reason for currently being sat at the bar just as the bartender returned with a much welcomed refill of her whiskey. “No luck yet.” She had been given descriptions of the individuals she was supposed to look out for and a blurry photograph of one. So far, none of the other patrons fit the descriptions or the photograph. Bringing her fresh glass of whiskey to her lips and taking a long swig, she shook her head at the other’s words, letting out a heavy sigh at how idiotic people could be. “The world, life… None of it owes us anything. Those who think otherwise can take their shitty lies and fuck off… The self-entitled skitstövel.” Oh how she hated people with worldviews like that. Then again, she just hated people. The world would be a much better place if they’d all disappear. “Life is shit. Then you die. That is all there is to it.” She knew it was a pessimistic, cynical way of thinking; but it was also realistic. And realism was far more important than living in one’s own fantasy land. 

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Amelia would forever have a soft spot for Cilla, the younger girl had been through so much and was tough but she couldn’t help it. Anytime she was around her or someone mentioned her she made sure she didn’t need protection. Her fiancés relationship with the young woman always brought a smile to her face and helped her grow to love her as well. She wasn’t going to come out and say it but she planned on hanging out with her while she waited. She could use the excuse that she was making sure everything went good for the rest of the night. “Do you ever get tired of the job?” She asked, ordering herself a bourbon. Amelia loved the place she got to own and although she never imagined living the life she currently had she wouldn’t change it for the world. She loved her soon-to-be husband so whatever a life entailed being with him she was all for it. Having a look around as if she would know what the people looked like, she turned back to Cilla as her drink arrived. “I can always look to you to tell me how it is. On the bright side you get to live this life with me as a friend,” she tried getting her to smile. She never told anyone but she reminded her of someone she was in foster care with. The other girl had an extremely hard time, didn’t like people and wasn’t exactly what you’d call friendly. Though the woman next to her could put on a friendly persona for work if she had to.

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lindqvistcilla​:

Location: Gatsby Underground

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Socializing and pretending to care about the bullshit lives of others around her was much easier once the petite brunette had a few drinks in her system. Cilla had never been much of a people person, instead always finding solace in her own company or the company of a select few individuals—namely her sister, her honorary big brother, and her crush best friend. Everyone else wouldn’t earn so much as a glance from the Swede whilst she was sober if she could help it; but given her line of work often called for mingling and the need to get on other’s good side, she knew she had to put on a mask and be a good little solider. 

Fortunately, tonight’s work led her to a bar; and at a bar, she could drink. Ordering her usual whiskey on the rocks, she all but downed the glass the second it was handed to her, slamming it down on the bar top a bit harder than intended as she felt the familiar comforting warmth begin to course through her body. “You look like you could use a drink.” She spoke up as someone came to occupy the stool beside her. They looked worn; and while she waited for her expected company to arrive, she figured she might as well try and play nice. “May I treat you?”

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Amelia had to come into work that night due to a little disturbance with a client, not anything she couldn’t fix. After she settled the problem she figured she deserved a drink or two for putting up with people’s nonsense. She hardly ever let her true frustration show when she had a rough day, a technique she had long perfected. It came in handy to be able to hold her emotions in with the work she had to do. After all she owned a business which meant things didn’t go as planned often. Making her way through the bar she saw a familiar face, someone she knew was definitely not fond of socializing. She smiled as she approached, thinking up what she wanted to order.

“Yeah, I feel like I’m always in need of one.” She answered as she sat down on the stool next to her. “Lucky for you I get to drink for free. What’s up tonight?” She asked, wondering what business she had at Gatsby’s. She couldn’t help but feel grateful that she ran into her and had someone to drink with, she didn’t really feel like waiting on someone to meet her. “I’m exhausted, I’ve said this so many times in my life but today feels like the longest one I’ve ever had. Can you believe people really think the world owes them?”

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Full Name: Amelia Scott

Nickname: Amy, Ames, Millie

Age: 35

Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale, She/Her

Place of Birth: The Bronx, New York

Birthday: Novemeber 20th, 1985

Currently living in:  Manhattan, New York, Noho neighborhood.

Occupation(Role): Owner of Gatsby Underground/Associate to the Mikhailov

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (bi-curious)

Relationship Status: Engaged

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Height: 5′8

Eye Color: Green

Siblings: None

Tw: Teen parents mention, Abandonment, Foster care, Adoption mention

                                                             background.

Amelia was left at the hospital when she was three days old. Apparently, two teenagers were seen dropping her off and that’s all anyone could ever really say. She was put into foster care right away but was never adopted. Throughout her childhood, she spent many days daydreaming of what it would be like to have a real family. She would watch others get adopted around her and couldn’t understand why it was never her. As the years went by she decided she didn’t care, that she would be fine on her own. Of course, that wasn’t really how she felt but she had to tell herself that to cope. The older she got she knew she wouldn’t get picked as no one really went for the older kids. She even tried her best to be as polite as possible, almost to the point of being rigid when she got put in a new home.

When she was fourteen she finally got put in a home that wasn’t too bad. The kids stayed to themselves and the parents gave her the basics. No one really showed her much attention but she had a warm place to sleep at night so she was happy. It was the nicest place she had ever been in and she made sure she didn’t do anything to mess it up. Despite how unloving they were she decided to stay there until she graduated high school. She kept her head in the books and joined any extracurricular that didn’t cost much money. Since the family wouldn’t buy her anything outside of basic needs she worked an after-school job at a photography studio. That’s where she fell under the owner's wing and fell in love with taking photos. She loved how an image could tell such a vivid story or at least could be open to interpretation. It was something easy for her to get lost whenever she felt like the world was too much. 

After graduation she decided not to go to college, she didn’t feel like it was the right place for her at the time. Besides she never really did too well in school, it’s not for lack of intelligence but because she often daydreamed and found it boring. So she figured she would take a photography class and just enjoy not having to rely on anyone else. She got herself a couple of roommates, worked a couple of jobs, and did her best to survive. By the time she hit twenty-five she did photography a bit on the side but started working as a personal assistant. Her friend/roommate introduced her to the work and eventually, she started working for a lot of rich clientele. Which allowed her to end up in the wealthy social scene and see what it was like to live like them. It was nice being on the outside looking in like she had a window to their lives that no one else did. 

One of the many places she frequented was The Palace Hotel, whether through her friends or through work. As she got swept into making friends with those that didn’t mind spending time with the less well-off. Which is how she ended up meeting her fiancé, all because she was getting treated to a nice night at the hotel he owned. She was intrigued by him and a little shocked when he approached but she remembered being so glad she made the choice to be there. From that moment on the rest was history, she suddenly found herself swept off her feet as she daydreamed about so many times. Of course, she was wary at first as she never had someone care for her the way he did. Amelia often had to remind herself that it was even real and that someone like him would even look her way. Before she knew it was four years and an engagement later, as well as being the owner of Gatsby Underground. To say she still wakes up some days in disbelief would be an understatement, especially considering the fact she’s part of the mafia. This was yet another shock to her system when she found it, many others might have run in the opposite direction but her love for Alek wouldn’t let her. She adjusted pretty quickly to the mafia life and though it’s not something she was born into she feels it’s where she’s meant to be.

Amelia has always been passionate, if she cares enough about something she will put her all into it. Even if it becomes a bit obsessive and all she will thank about until she resolves it or moves on. Another thing is she knows how to scheme quite well and isn’t afraid to be ruthless about it. That side of her came out more once she met her soon-to-be husband. Looking at her most wouldn’t think of her being able to be that way but she uses that to her advantage. Don’t cross her or the ones she loves and no one will have a problem. She has this sophisticated aura about her and always carries herself in a graceful manner.                                                                                                                             

                                                                headcanons.

Will choose tea over coffee %95 of the time and always makes sure her kitchen is stocked with it.

Hardly goes anywhere without her camera nearby and tries her hardest not to miss a good photo opportunity.

Still does photography as a hobby and constantly works on improving her skills, loves posting her photos online and is always trying to talk someone into letting her take their photo.

Is not afraid to protective those she cares about and will do anything she has to, to protect them.

Does get jealous and doesn’t exactly hide it either.