#where I brought the dirty clothes downstairs to be washed by my wife

[fandom-puff]

Ultimatum

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: none

Summary: all that’s left is hope.

AN:this was... interesting to write... enjoy

Warnings: swearing, angst, arguing

Tommy Shelby often kept secrets. Secrets about work, business, Russians... but you had agreed to never keep secrets about what was going on in your head, never hold back when you were scared or hurting.

At least, you upheld your end of the agreement.

He did too, most of the time. You didn’t like to call yourself a jealous person, not minding a little flirting (he was charming and handsome and dangerous). What you did mind, however, was having your face rubbed into it- ladies approaching him in the Garrison and leaving lingering touches on his arm while you were holding his other hand; Tatiana Petrovna wandering your mansion stark naked, being chased by Tommy while you were trying to calm a restless Charlie down... worst of all was Grace. Tommy left you once for her and didn’t let you back into his life or his home until after she died. And when you did come back you were greeted with a perfect, blond child who needed a mother. You doted on Charlie and refused to let the infant see your anger, but one night you couldn’t bring yourself to go home after visiting Small Heath, and sobbed into Polly’s shoulder.

“He doesn’t love me anymore, Pol,” you whispered. “He’s just using me... how can I have a relationship with a man who cheated on me and knocked up a barmaid while I was running errands for him? How can I even start to think about our future together when everything in that house is tainted by her?”

Polly held you close and let you cry, murmuring that all men were bastards who only thought with their cocks. “He’s doing it again, Pol,” you whispered, sipping your tea with shaking hands. “I can feel it. Just you watch. He’ll knock some other girl up while I’m taking care of his child, then have me raise the new one as well,”

Polly wished she could comfort you, telling you that of course tommy wouldn’t do that to you... but he had already done it once, and it wouldn’t come as a surprise to her if he did it again.

She set you up a bed for the night in Michael’s old room, letting you sleep away your exhaustion caused by balancing raising the child of the woman you were cheated on with, running between Small Heath, Arrowe House and London, using your pretty face to do Tommy’s dirty work, and pouring your heart and soul into re-kindling your relationship with Tommy.

The next morning, you were awoken by the front door banging open and a fiery shouting match between Tommy and Pol.

“Where the fuck is she, Pol? She isn’t with Ada, Linda and Esme haven’t seen her either, so she must be with you,”

You pressed your ear to the door, listening intently as Aunt Pol defended you. “Now listen here, Thomas Shelby. Who the fuck are you to bang around here, demanding to see your Missus when you’ve paid her next to no attention for the past year, ay? Don’t you dare come slamming my doors, acting like a knight in shining fucking armour when I had to tuck that poor girl into bed like my own fucking daughter because her heart has been torn to pieces. Don’t you dare scream in this fucking neighbourhood like you own the place, expecting her to be at your side at your beck and call when you have done nothing for her but break her heart and ruin her confidence! You’re a heartless bastard, Thomas Shelby, and you’re turning into your father more and more every day. Now sit the fuck down and stop acting like the king of the fucking world because you’ve rigged a few races and are playing big boys with the Russians, or I swear to God, Thomas, I will cut you,”

Your eyes welled up as a Polly spoke, and you felt your heart swell with adoration for her. You heard the scraping of chairs as tommy sat down, admitting defeat to his aunt. “Look, Pol, I’m sorry,”

You heard Polly snort. “It’s not me you should be apologising to,” she snapped. “It’s the woman upstairs wearing my nighty, tucked up in Michael’s old bed because she didn’t feel able to go back to her home. Do you not realise how cruel it is that she has raised your son? How she has to attend events for the Grace Shelby Foundation with a great big smile on her face even though that harlot took the man she loved? How she lives in a house and sleeps in a bedroom where every wall has a picture of the woman who shattered her trust in all she ever knew, just because she is too kind-hearted and too meek to say anything,”

“Grace was my wife-“

“So was fucking YN before you decided to dip your wick elsewhere and act as a living sperm bank while she was in London convincing Solomons to be a little more generous with his business! You paraded YN, your first wife, like a whore, all while dealing with a tart who almost had this entire family killed!”

Tommy let out an agitated sigh. Slamming his hand on the table. “Don’t you dare call Grace a whore,” he growled.

“Don’t you dare treat YN like a disposable scrap of paper! She is not a business tool, Thomas, she is your wife. Lord knows, she has the patience of a saint putting up with you with a smile on her face. You made a choice to remarry her, to reform, but for fuck’s sake, don’t you dare let her go again. She has done nothing to deserve the way she has been treated,”

It was silent for a moment before, “I think she’s pregnant, Thomas,”

A glass shattered.

“Oh don’t look so surprised. We all know you like to fuck away your troubles. Her belly’s growing and I could feel it in her breast when she was crying,”

The rest of the conversation blurred into a meaningless buzz as you rested a hand on your stomach, biting your lip. Your last cycle was... two months ago. You had though you missed it because of the stress, but it was starting to make sense. Snapping back into reality, you quickly dressed in your clothes from the night before (which Polly must have washed and brought up while you were sleeping and crept downstairs. Polly saw you in the doorway, but tommy had his back to you, still processing the information.

“I-I’m going to London. To stay with Ada,” you announced, your voice a little shaky.

“Your things are at home,” Tommy said, voice quiet. He still wasn’t looking at you.

“They’re just things,” you said. “I can lend Ada’s clothes until I get some more,” you looked at Polly. “Do you think you could... you know... do the thing where you predict what I’ll have?”

Polly smiled sadly and stood up. She grabbed your breast and debated for a moment. “A girl,” she said. “A beautiful girl with her mother’s sweet face and her father’s dark hair.

You rubbed your tiny bump gently and gave her a hug. Tommy had stood up as well, almost as if expecting a hug himself.

“Thank you. For everything,” you murmured.

“YN,” Tommy suddenly blurted. “Don’t go to London,”

You frowned at him. “Why not?” You asked, standing a little straighter.

“Because you’re my wife,” he said. “Your home is here,”

You sighed. “Thomas. I’m going to London, to stay with Ada. I’ll book in with the midwives there. By all means call me when you get your shit together. But I swear to god, if I come back to Birmingham and see you waiting on the steps with another child that isn’t mine, I will turn on my heel and go straight back down to London with my daughter, and she will have my surname and never know of the Shelby blood that runs through her veins,”

You glanced at Polly, who gave you a firm nod as tommy stood with his eyes wide, watching his childhood sweetheart drift away as the workd crumbled around her.

You left the house and went to the train station. You didn’t say goodbye, because deep down, you hoped Tommy would fight for you, and call as soon as he knew you had arrived down south.

Hope was all you had now as the train picked up speed and you pressed a hand to your tummy, head resting against the cool glass of the window as you drifted to sleep, dreaming of easier times, before the war, before Shelby Company Limited... before Grace.

#peaky blinders #imagine #oneshot #angst #tommy shelby x reader headcanon #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #i dont like grace #grace burgess #request #peaky blinders oneshot

[period-dramallama]

Spanish Princess episode 4 thoughts

In chronological order. With extra swearing!

WE’RE HALFWAY THROUGH AND THERE’S STILL A FUCKTON OF EVENTS THAT HAVEN’T HAPPENED YET AHHHH

-so we open with a voice we’ve never heard before and no visuals on this new person and then Bessie addresses the speaker as Anne so the viewer will automatically think Anne Boleyn, but then it’s Anne Hastings? I’m a history nerd and i was so confused i had to rewind. That’s bad direction/editing, imo. Was it really too hard to film Anne’s lips moving?

-”the blasted yew tree in the gardens” blasted as in by lightning, or as in he wanted to say bloody but can’t because his wife is there and she’s eight?

-”that’s a terrible idea” Catherine that is not how you manipulate Henry! You should be like “but if you make wolsey chancellor :( and archbishop :( he will be so :( overworked :( and it wouldn’t be good for his health :( he has enough to do :( and as he’s archbishop of york :( why shouldn’t he be loyal to you :( in York :)”

-COCKBLOCKED

-something darkly funny about archibald pulling on his clothes in the background like his main concern is not dying naked

-look i love meg but c’mon the rules did stress she’s regent UNTIL she marries like she knew that! it’s not like they hid it in the small print!

-also if you’re having sex on the sly, post guards on your door! with halberds and shit. Preferably Douglas men, so they’ll be less likely to gossip. There should be guards on the doors anyway, that’s how royal palaces work. (Granted, the whole Rizzio situation...)

-Don’t write to catherine, write to a functioning human brain. Wolsey, More, YOUR BROTHER*

*alright, semi-functioning human brain.

- bit rich to blame henry for not helping when you didn’t ask him and went to his wife behind his back instead. Sure, he should have helped anyway, but she could have been smarter about it

-”an army coming in peace, how do I show that?” Never heard of a flag of truce, Henry? Also, there was something in the Borgias about holding a spear that represents invasion

-”she risks your health” bish she said she wanted an army not KoA in preggo armour again

-Compton’s less of a weirdo in this episode. Inconsistency, or maybe he’s a bit more normal with Maggie because they’re now at ease with each other’s company? Yeah no it’s inconsistency isn’t it.

-Thomas More looks so done with everyone’s shit. Me too. I hope he has no more stupid lines, but just looks bored in the background of every single scene. and occasionally the camera cuts to him for a good “i’m surrounded by idiots” face.

-”finer minds than many men I know” yeah but that’s a low bar in this show, everyone’s on stupid pills. Also Wolsey and More were at least cordial IRL. There was mutual respect between the two, even tho they didn’t agree politically all the time. Then again, Wolsey is evil in this ‘verse, and the real TM was an ally of the queen, so...i guess they can death glare now.

-”I would have thought court politics no longer surprised you” “tell the scriptwriters that.”

-”you are too good for us all” just because someone loves their kids and thinks toadying is gross, it doesn’t make them superior lmao. It’s called being normal.

-Maggie Pole: ugh the court is full of schemers and manipulators they’re all disgusting

also Maggie: *manipulates Compton’s emotions, albeit for partly selfless reasons*

-like I get it, I like that she’s using her brain, she has good reasons for the scheme even though it’s dishonest, I get that she wants to break up her betrothal as well, but she could be less black-and-white in her view of court politics.  It feels like whiplash when both scenes are in the same episode. 

-the court feels less depopulated this episode. That’s one good thing. It feels like an actual institution.

-Georgie Henley’s poor back... she is the saving grace of this episode. She can do so much with just her facial expressions. 

-”I will not be my sister” bold of you to think you can ever be as cool as your sister, Catherine.

-Maggie you were doing so well at not wearing that stupid blue hood thingy. Bring back the halfway decent green one.

-”Wolsey is shameless in his machinations” look I can forgive the dudes being rude about Wolsey- they’re the king’s BFFs, they can be as rude as they like. You, otoh, Maggie, are on thin fucking ice. Don’t say that, at normal volume, at the dinner table. Where Wolsey’s like two seats away from you!

-Thomas More whispering like he’s David Attenborough in a nature documentary. At least he knows to keep his fucking voice down.

-”it’s late you should go home,” Ah, yes, Tudor London. Famous for being a place where a woman could safely travel through pitch black streets all on her own while wearing extremely expensive clothes and jewellery. You mean to tell me she can’t sleepover on banquet night? FFS.

-”we can’t be together” someone tell this couple that they can hang out without arguing or having sex. Play chess. Play cards. Play hungry hungry hippos, i don’t care.

-oh look catherine’s practical for 2 hot seconds.

-”you bog dwelling fuckers” THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE EPISODE’S TITLE, WE WERE MCROBBED!

-she-wolf is not a compliment! She’d be offended! Call her a lioness if you want to praise her...y’know because the lion is England’s emblem??

-”Sir Compton” this is literally a mistake bad fanfic writers make.

-Maggie being cunning! Yay! I would never see that coming bc she’s a dumbass for the other 23 hours of the day.

-Bessie already being Henry’s mistress but she still genuinely helps and supports Catherine in her confinement and during the birth and looks genuinely stressed when things go wrong, when she could just be downstairs dancing and having fun with Henry like Anne Hastings is...Bessie I love you ditch Henry and elope with me instead

-DROP THE FLAMING TORCH LINA JFC

-do you have a clue how flammable tudor buildings are? Don’t run with it like it’s the fucking Olympics.

-So the heir is so important Catherine has to go into confinement, but you don’t keep midwives 24/7 in her chamber, on standby? 

-”Prince Charles has a ring to it” I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

-Bessie’s face when the baby’s a girl...comedy gold.

-”I’ll speak with someone who sees sense” you’ll be looking a long time, Meg

-the issue should be Compton kissing a married noblewoman. Nobody would give a flying fuck if it was a married washerwoman.

-’flowers of England’ :) yes they are :)

-”if i had 100 men with a heart like yours I could have conquered the world” that’s actually an excellent pick-up line you DILF now use it on someone who deserves it

-Tourette’s syndrome confirmed!

-dirty baby nappies go in a laundry basket you freaks

-why is the Queen of England carrying washing to a laundry? why why why why?

-also the king of england would not have sex in a laundry. Looks dark, damp, cold, probably smells. AND IT WOULD BE FULL OF WASHERWOMEN AT ALL TIMES. Laundry in those days was a big chore, especially for a laundry that has to wash the entire court’s fancy clothes. You could have just had them banging outside in the grounds where there’s pretty flowers and green grass and then catherine of aragon could turn the corner and spot them. He doesn’t have to hide his adultery, he can have bessie brought to his rooms as usual. 

#the spanish princess

[spencerreidsthings]

Economics Project

Masterlist

Here’s a Stile fanfic I wrote about a year ago. Let me know what you think!

“Hi, Sheriff Stilinski” I beamed after the door swung open. “Is Stiles here?” I’ve been crushing on him for a few months and could finally make a move because we were paired up for a project. We are both in the coach’s econ class and have to do research on the glass ceiling and how to break through it. “we’re working on a project together…”

The sheriff stared at me for a while before swinging the door open for me to walk in. “Stiles is in his room. I can take you up there.” He was still wearing his uniform and his boots sounded heavy on the hardwood.

“Did you just get off work, Sheriff?”

“Yeah. What’s your name?”

            “Oh, sorry I’m Alyssa. I forgot to introduce myself.”                     

The sheriff stopped in front of a closed door and knocked. “Will you be staying for dinner?” He asked as we waited for the door to open. “Stiles?” The sheriff asked again before moving in front of me to open the door and walk-in. “He’s not here. Jeez, if he snuck out again…” His voice trailed off before he turned to you. “Go ahead and sit down. I’ll figure out where he is.”

The sheriff walked out, and I set my bag on the ground. His room was very neat. The only thing that seemed out of place was a giant clear board with writing and photos. It looked like a crime board on the investigation shows. I sit down on the bed and notice the sheets and comforter match very well. All in a navy blue, which was sophisticated enough for stiles. The blanket was very fluffy, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to lay under it with Stiles.

Bare feet made slapping noises in the hallway and soon the door was filled with Stiles whose bare skin was covered in beads of water. The towel hanging low on his waist was held in place by one of his hands. “Shit. Um... Alyssa.” He did a double-take on you sitting there as if he didn’t believe that you were actually in his room. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here. Uh… what are you doing here?” His eyebrows furrowed at the end of his sentence and he stared at you seemingly having forgotten his current state of clothing.

“Our Econ projects. We decided to work on it today… right now.” I spoke slowly enough to make it seem as though Stiles was an idiot. He looked at me and then at the clock. The realization was evident on his face when his eyebrows reached his hairline.

“Right. Well- “

“Stiles” His dad interrupted with a booming voice. “Put some goddamn clothes on.” The sheriff still hadn’t removed his uniform and looked very tired.

 Stiles had asked me to wait outside his room while he got dressed so I made my way downstairs to get some water from the kitchen. Sheriff Stilinski was staring at a few pork chops on an oven pan. “Hi, Sheriff.” He jolted a little when he heard my voice but smiled when he turned around. “Could I get a glass of water?”

“Sure Alyssa, anything to get me away from this.” He mentioned wildly to the pork chops and sighed. “I just can’t figure out how to cook them. It’s been so many years and my wife usually made dinner”

My heart warmed at his words and I stared at the meal remembering how to cook the meal quickly in a skillet. “Do you mind if I do it?”

“Please.” The Sheriff got me everything I asked for and then sat himself down at the table to watch. His shoulders were more relaxed than I had seen since I walked into the house.  

Soon after I started and Stiles came downstairs fully dressed, I had finished the meal and was putting food on plates. Stiles’ feet shuffled across the tile toward the refrigerator. I was painfully aware of his presence behind me. And the whole thing seemed mundane. I was finishing up dinner and he poured the milk into glasses. He looked amazing in his dark red shirt and the way he looked up at me as I set the plate in front of him made me like him more.

“Alyssa, this looks amazing” the Sheriff expressed his gratitude without looking up from his plate. He immediately sunk his knife into the meat as I took the chair next to Stiles. “Thank you for making this. I couldn’t have done half as well as you did.” I smiled and began to eat. Throughout the meal, I glance at Stiles out of the corner of your eye.

“How’s the season?” I asked Stiles hoping to get him talking. I didn’t mind the silence but loved hearing him talk, especially when he gets excited. I go to every lacrosse game even if I only get to see him sitting on the bench. If the high school had a cheerleading squad, I would have joined so quickly.

“Well it only just started, but the team is getting really good.”

“I love going to the games and seeing you play” I blushed to myself after realizing what I had said in front of him and his dad and began to subconsciously backpedal. “I- I mean. It’s great that- that you get to play more. You’re getting really – really good.” My voice trails off when I look up and realize that they are both staring right at me. The sheriff froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. “I – uh. Sorry”

Dinner finished quietly and I was soon the only one eating. “Stiles.” His dad said, “Come help me with the dishes. Alyssa, you finish eating.” The two of them got to work on the table and washing the dishes. After they had cleared all the dishes but mine, I heard the water running and Stiles talking to his father. “Do you like Alyssa, son?” Mr. Stilinski asked.

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“I mean do you like her? Like, want to date her.”

My heart began racing as I waited in anticipation of his answer. I came to Beacon Hills a year ago and immediately made friends with Allison and Lydia. They told me that Lydia had just gotten out of a relationship that ended weird. I could tell they were leaving things out, but I was so glad to have friends that I didn’t want to push. They introduced me to Scott and Stiles who welcomed me into their friend group with open arms. I know there are things that they leave me out of, but it seems so serious that I really don’t feel as though I am missing anything. I really only see them during school. This is the first time I am visiting any of them outside of school. I noticed Stiles before I met him, and I was smitten. I could tell he would do anything for his friends and that even though he wasn’t as strong as Scott, he could protect his friends just as well. The clanging of dishes stopped and all that was heard was a steady stream of water. I knew that all actions had ceased and Stiles’ dad was staring at him waiting for an answer. So was I

“I-uh… I mean. I don’t know, dad” He sighed after saying this. That wasn’t exactly what I was expecting to hear, but it wasn’t a no. He had stopped looking at Lydia like a lost puppy, but he hasn’t mentioned anyone else.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” His dad’s voice was firm.

“I just, I can’t think about that right now. It’s just… I mean. Jackson just left and we just dealt with the alpha pack. Things are just settling down and I don’t want to mess things up in our friend group. As is, Scott and Allison are being awkward because they just broke up and I can just tell – “

“So, in other words. Yes?” Mr. Stilinski interrupted Stiles with a simple yes or no question. I was anxious to hear the answer.

“Uh… Yeah, Dad. Yeah”

I did a little victory dance in my head because I knew for sure. Stiles was into me and I had a chance. I won’t have to see him pining over Lydia anymore.

“She likes you too, ya know?” Mr. Stilinski continued. “I can tell by the way she looks at you. She got so excited talking about lacrosse and I can guarantee you that she did her hair before coming here to study. Didn’t she?”

“Her hair does look different.”

“How different?”

“It was in a braid during school. It’s down now.” He actually noticed how I did my hair. I braided it the night before so it would be curly when I came to his house.

“See. And she looks at you the same way you look at her.”

Their conversation ceased and they continued to take care of the dishes. I brought mine into the kitchen and saw Stiles up to his elbows in soapy water. The Sheriff was leaning against the counter watching him. “Hey, Alyssa. Thanks again for making supper.”

I smiled and nodded. “It’s no problem. I love to cook. Is there a dishwasher?”

“No. It broke this morning. Just set it on the counter and Stiles will wash them.”

I set my dishes on the counter next to the other dirty ones and looked up at Stiles. His eyes wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Would you like me to help?” I asked him

“No. You can go wait upstairs. I’ll be done in a minute.” His tone was dismissive, which was expected. He had just finished talking to his father about how he feels about me. He doesn’t know what I heard, but it must be awkward.  

I was finally alone. Mr. Stilinski sat in his study working on a case and Stiles was cleaning the kitchen. I stood in the middle of Stiles's room waiting for him to finish. He had his jersey sitting on a chair in the corner of the room along with his stick. On his shelves were a variety of different books and string. Things weren’t really in order, more than they were just slightly out of order. The pins were spilling out of their container and he had papers laying all over his desk. I love the shade of his blankets.

While waiting for Stiles to finish I sat on his bed and read a book of folklore. I soon lay half my body on his bed and let my legs dangle off. I read of dark spirits and how they insert a host body. All the possible side effects and how the host might be affected. They could look the same as always but act completely out of character. An antisocial girl becomes a party animal. A sexually active man becomes celibate. But all the spirits have one thing in common: they come to cause destruction.

“Hey. Sorry, it took so long.” I sat up on his bed once I heard his voice.

“Don’t worry about it.” He stood in the doorway looking like a stranger in his own room. I figured that we could break the ice a little. “Wanna play cards?” He looked at me like I was crazy, but he joined me on his bed as I pulled a deck of cards out of my backpack. We played go fish while I drilled him with questions, but his answers were short, and I could sense the awkwardness.

“I heard you talking to your dad.” Stiles froze in the middle of shuffling the deck.

“You – uh… you did?” He stared down at his hands. “You heard all of it?”

I smiled a little. “Yeah. All of it.” We stared at our hands for a few minutes. I tried to find something brilliant to say but came up short. I always pictured this in my dreams, but never in real life. He was still staring at his hands, but then again so was I.

“Alyssa.” Stiles whispered, “Can I – Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my lips closer to his. I took the initiative and straddled his lap. My skirt rising up my legs. Stiles connected our lips and my hands wrapped in his hair. His free hand ran up my thighs and rested just under the hem of my skirt. Our kiss wasn’t wild or needy. It was soft. Our lips met for a while then we pulled apart and did it again. It was how I imagined it would feel to kiss Stiles. After a while, I felt his pants harden and he tensed up.

A cough interrupted us, and we quickly broke apart. I landed flat on my ass when Stiles pushed me off his lap and he put a pillow in his lap. The Sheriff stood in the doorway in blue dad jeans and a white tee shirt. He was leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed.

“Hi, Dad,” Stiles said in his quirky voice and waved with a smirk.

“Just keep the door open. Okay?” He walked away before either of us could answer.

I looked over and Stiles, meeting his eyes for the first time tonight. He had a smirk playing on his lips. “Can I take you on a date?”

I smiled and leaned over to kiss him again.

#stiles stilinski #stiles #sheriff stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf

[renee-writer]

To Rescue a Man

A/N @ladymeraud and I wrote this one shot as a continuation of Serial Killer. It deals with Jamie's recovery from the rape and torture of BJR. Quite angsty. Brought tears to our eyes as we was writing it. We promise the next one shot will be lighter. Thanks for sticking with us.

Dougal gasps at the sight of his nephew, laying broken and bloody on the floor of that dank cell. He quickly wraps him in his tartan and carries him out to the wagon and his wife. He prays the whole way.

Jamie

I am surrounded by darkness, waiting to die. It is alright. I am at peace, knowing that Claire( my own heart) and our lasses, are safe. I am drifting when I hear a muttered curse and feel myself being lifted. The movement stops and I feel coldness on my fevered flesh.

Oh God, Black Jack wants me clean again. No more! I can handle no more! Then I hear her! My heart. “Jamie, it is me. Your Claire.” Thinking myself dreaming, I let my eyes close and drift off to dreams of her.

Claire

What has that evil man done to my husband? He is beaten and bruised. Bleeding but to dirty to see from where.

“Murtagh, stop the wagon. I need water to wash him.”

“It will be cold.” He warns even as he does it.

“I know but I need to see where his bleeding is coming from.” I wash him and he tries to fight me off. Murtagh holds him down and I gently talk to him. I am unsure he hears me. As I roll him over to clean his back( a Dhai! His poor back) I see part of the source of bleeding and know he wasn’t just beaten. God help us all!

He sleeps most of the way home

The Duke's men then help him into our room, laying him on the Laird's bed.

Jamie

I am roused again. I exist in darkness and just wish for death. It is denied me as warm water washes over my body. I hear all female voices. There are no lasses at Fort William. I am rolled over. I can't keep from screaming. My mam's voice calms me. She canna be here but my mind pulled her voice when I needed it. I am grateful.

I still have the will to fight against him. I swing out and am grabbed. My wife's voice this time. “ Shh Jamie. You are safe.” But, I am not. She is. Her and the lasses. I hold on to that in the midst of my confusion. I just wish it over. To die.

“Please God and St. Michael, let me die.” I pray in the depth of my mind as I drift back to sleep.

When I re-wake, I am warm and dry with someone combing my hair out. Mam is there. She lifts a cup to my mouth and I drink. It is warm and tastes of whisky, of whisky from Lallybroch’s distillery. But that isn’t possible.

My back is washed, soothed. I am braced on my side with pillows. A bottle is placed by my cock and I piss without knowing I even had to.

When I wake the next time, I fully wake. Jenny is sitting beside me. “Welcome back brother. Claire will be so happy you are awake.” I sense her, my wife, my heart. I turn and see her at the doorway. She is crying.

“Don't cry my own.” I think but the words won't come out. All I can do is stare at the wall. She approach’s and sits beside me. She bends down to kiss my forehead. I jerk away. I am to soiled for her touch.

Claire

What did that bastard of a Redcoat do to my husband, my heart? I know of the rape but don't tell the others. He is entitled to keep that secret. But, he won't let me in.

His mam sees his back and cries. I ask her to leave. I nor Jamie can handle her grief right now. Jenny and I had cleaned him. He needs to heal a bit before I can place salve on it. His mam, calmer, brings some broth mixed with whisky in. It is perfect. His wame can handle it, will start to rebuild his strength, letting him heal, and help him sleep.

After two days, I leave him with Jenny and go rest. I need to remember the bairn I carry. I also spent some time with Faith and Bree. They ask after their da.

“He has had a bad accident. He is getting better. You can see him later.”

“When I return, I see his eyes open but he is silent. I walk to his side, try to kiss him, tell him I love him. He turns away.

“Please look at me.” He does but his eyes are blank. All the light gone. He is trapped in his own head.

Jamie

I am trapped. I can hear her, see her, but can't respond to her. My heart is breaking for her and I. I wish she would just let me go.

My body heals. My back and arse no longer hurt. But, the memories. I canna get past them. I canna pull himself out of the darkness. Even my lasses can't. Claire brings them in. I feel their snuggles, hear their giggles. I try to be fully with them. I touch their soft hair but canna speak to them, make eye contact with them.

Claire is constantly crying. My heart reaches out to her but my mind is still looked up. It is still in that cell with that madman.

She brings our lasses in everyday. After breakfast and before bed, they climb up on the bed beside me. The snuggle and read to me lime I used to do for them. I hug them a little but feel a deep ache. I canna longer be their da or their mam's husband.

Claire feeds me and takes me to the privy. Mam sits by me and talks. Jenny does the same, tells me our tenants are helping.

I wish I could tell them to leave me alone. I just want to be left alone to die. But, they are as stubborn as me and won't let me.

Claire

Six months pass. I am huge with my pregnancy. But, Jamie doesn’t notice. He notices nothing. He is still locked in his head. No words come out of his mouth. He just stares. He will pet our daughters but hasn't said a word to them. They miss him. I miss him. When his mam or Jenny is sitting with him, I go into the fields and scream. I scream out my frustration and rage. I then return to nursing my husband and taking care of our lasses while getting close to delivery.

I hold him and kiss him with no response. But, I keep doing it. He will eat on his oen now. Use the privy. But, we still have to wash him and change his clothes. The farther along I get, the harder that is. Eventually, his mam, Jenny, and Ian, take over. He doesn’t comment on the change.

Jamie

One morning, the maid brings in my breakfast instead of Claire.

“Where is she? Did she finally leave? I canna blame her if she did. I am no husband to her. More a burden. The lasses are more able to help her then I am. I am no longer a man.”

Ian comes in and says I need to head downstairs so they can clean the room. I dinna understand. They have cleaned around me. But, he is not taken nae for an answer. He helps me up and takes me downstairs. He sits me in the living room where I can watch my lasses play outside with their cousins. It is nice to see them thus.

Around three hours later, he helps me back up. I walk into my room and stop in shock. For my Claire lays in the bed, cradling a wee bairn.

“Jamie, this is your son.” I stumble to the bed and fall at her feet. I look at the boy and the fog that has covered my brain, the web of memories, is lifted.

“Claire,” my voice is hoarse from disuse,” Claire, I dinna know.”

“I know. I found out the day.. Well, I was going to tell you at dinner that night. Then, well, it was all about healing you.” I see a single tear run down her eye. I take the baby, my son. Looking down at him makes everything clear.

“Claire, I will lay vengeance at your feet. At his.” I see BJR at the point of my sword. I vow to make it true.

The end.

#my writing #one shot #continues serial killer #outlander fanfic #to rescue a man #very angsty

[deatcmgod]

Todoroki Shouto x Reader (Cinderella AU) - Part I

(Y/n) (L/n) lived a happy life alongside her parents. Her father was a wealthy baron who taught her how to read and write, providing her knowledge about the wonders of the world. Her mother was a sweet, simple lady who taught her how to have courage and be kind. Telling her that even if life goes wrong, she will continue to smile brightly and to believe that every impediment in life is a phase that one must endure. Together, they loved their daughter dearly. As her father would always find time to spend with his family, even missing his daughter and wife when he was away for business trips.

Making friends with the animals, a home, and a loving complete family. (Y/n) thought that her life was perfect.

That was until, her mother died by the time she was ten years old. It brought despair and sorrow over them especially her father who became depressed. (Y/n)'s father did everything to make life better for his child but he realized that the girl needed a maternal figure so he re-married a woman named Ayame, who had two daughters on her own, namely Hanako and Kaede. (Y/n) adjusted when they first arrived to their home, and together they all lived peacefully. 

Soon her father went on a business trip, but a few days later, they received a letter concerning (Y/n)'s father that he died of a sickness and a funeral shall be arranged upon his body's arrival. This news alone devastated (Y/n) as she wept during the night, realizing that she'll no longer be able to see her father come home alive and well.

As time passed, her stepmother Ayame and her daughters showed their true colors. They began to abuse (Y/n) by making her do all the household work, and letting her suffer by mistreating her akin to a servant. (Y/n) could only obey and endure the wickedness of the three, she's willing to comply every task just to distract her from her heart grieving the loss of her parents. Despite the maltreatment she's been getting from her stepmother and stepsisters, she still encompasses kindness and treasures what her mother said to her.

"(Y/n) hurry up with the breakfast will you?!?" Hanako, the stepsister with red hair yells from the other side of the room.

"You're so slow and tardy! Maybe that's why Father left you!" Kaede, the other stepsister with black hair says, earning a chuckle from their mother.

"Now, now, Ladies we know that she deserves the loss of her parents but we also need to mind our manners. Remember that we must be prim and proper to impress the prince" Lady Ayame spoke, taking a sip from her rose tea.

A few moments later, (Y/n) enters the room with three trays, two on both of her arms and the third tray on her head perfectly balanced. Despite the dirty clothes and her ash-covered face (due to her setting up the fireplace as she cooked the food) she manages to serve the food in time yet her step-family was too impatient and demanding. She carefully placed the trays on the table and arranged them in order.

"I'm sorry, I had to-" (Y/n) was cut off by Kaede.

"Just shut up, we don't care what you did earlier and it's your fault for being late! Geez you're such a slowpoke" Kaede said.

"And look at you! You look ugly with what you're wearing, and you're face is covered in cinders! Maybe we should call you Cinder(Y/n)!" Hanako said as they gave out a laugh, (Y/n) could only hang her head down in shame.

"Leave this dining room (Y/n) and change into a neat clothing. You look hideous with that outfit of yours, and after breakfast you must head to town to buy some goods. Better hurry or I might make you clean the whole house" Lady Ayame ordered and (Y/n) nodded her head before leaving, she heads upstairs in the attic. 

Her room was in the attic, where it was cold and dusty but she managed to clean the whole room and arranged it to her liking. (Y/n) stares into the mirror infront her where observes her appearance. Her face was covered in ashes, her (h/c) locks tied messily into a bun, and her attire was dirty. She had to clean the horse's stables, feed the farm animals, water the garden plants, and set up the fireplace to cook food.

She's tired deep inside, with all these work piling one by one. Her stepmother and stepsisters would not even give her a rest in between, the only time that she can rest is during the night where they go to sleep. Every day (Y/n) still retained her positivity to believe in her dreams and to never stop being kind. She took her own mother's words by heart.

"If it weren't for what you've told me before, Mother.....I would have lost hope over everything" She mutters, giving a sad smile to her reflection before changing into a new set of clothes. After changing she goes back downstairs to clean the dining table.

She knows that they were in the music room where Hanako would practice her 'singing skills' whilst Kaede would practice her 'painting skills'. But she doubts that they have a certain special skill. 

Oh wait, they do have a special skill.

That is, 'being talentless'.

"Time's ticking child, hurry up and eat" Her stepmother spoke from the music room.

"Yes, Madame" (Y/n) replied before heading to the kitchen with the trays in her hand. There she was greeted by her mouse friends namely: Denki and Kirishima, and their fluffy-yet-spiky-tsundere dog named Katsuki. (Y/n) set the trays on the dishes and knelt down towards her animal friends.

"Hello there Denki and Kaminari, you too Katsuki" She greets the two mice as she gave the angry dog a pet on the head. The dog somehow calmed down and enjoyed the petting that was until he suddenly growled as he saw the evil house cat named Monoma. The cat just strutted away therefore angering the explosive dog, making him bark.

"Come on, Katsuki don't be like that. Monoma is not worth your time, here why don't you eat?" She says, grabbing a container, filling it with dog food then placing it on the ground. Katsuki barked in delight and started eating. She does the same for two mice, giving them small slices of cheese and earning a happy squeak from the adorable mice. 

(Y/n) also started eating the leftovers which were only a small amount but she finished it all and added them to the dishes. She washed the dinnerware and wiped the corners of the sink before cleaning up and heading to town with a basket.

As she passed and bought goods from some shops, she bumped into her two friends: Uraraka Ochako and Yaoyorozu Momo who were also servants. 

"(Y/n) hello! It's been a while since we last saw you" Momo greeted.

"Hello to you too girls, I've been busy actually" (Y/n) replied with a nervous chuckle.

"Is it your stepmother and stepsisters again? They've been abusing you for a long time! If you'd like, you can leave them and live with me instead" Uraraka said.

"Ah, I'm afraid I cannot do that Ura. I cannot leave my home for it is my parents'...And I wouldn't want to be a bother to the both of you" (Y/n) said.

"But they've been mistreating you badly (Y/n), you deserve to live a better life and home...I'm sure that one of us could provide that for you" Momo spoke, with worry and certainty. But (Y/n) just gave them a smile.

"Thank you for the offer guys, but I will still stay at my home....But don't worry, maybe someday I'll be free from them" (Y/n) said. Just as the two were about to speak, a loud trumpet roared through the streets putting everyone to a stop. An army of royal guards with their horses came through the streets and stopped by.

The Royal speaker pulled out a scroll and cleared his throat before speaking,

"Hear ye, hear ye! On this day, tonight a royal ball shall be held at the palace!," Everyone's head perks at the mention of a ball. 

"At said ball, in accordance with ancient custom, the Prince shall choose a bride. Furthermore, at the behest of the Prince, it is hereby declared that every maiden in the kingdom, be she noble or commoner is invited to attend" The people gasped and some ladies jumped in excitement.

"Oh my gosh, did you hear that? We're all invited!" Uraraka spoke as she happily bounced up and down. Momo and I couldn't contain our smiles and giggled at our friend's actions. After the announcement, she bids farewell to her friends before heading home. 

She enters the music room and told her stepmother and stepsisters about the royal ball, earning a squeal of excitement from the sisters before frantically running upstairs to their rooms, her stepmother grinned mischievously as she plans to pamper her daughters and if the Prince falls in love with one of them, they are sure to get married and she would earn the riches of the kingdom and be in power. 

So she orders (Y/n) to prepare her daughters' ball gowns. The (h/c)-haired girl obliged and went to her stepsisters' shared room, she cringed at the mess that they have made. Countless of dresses and gowns were scattered all over the place, as well as jewelry pieces on the floor. 

She sighs internally, 'For sure the Prince would find them unpleasant if he finds out that they're irresponsible' she thought.

"Oi Cinder(Y/n), stop daydreaming and start helping!" Kaede's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Alright Kaede" She replied as she assists Kaede with the hoop skirt. Once she wore the hoop skirt, she helps the girl in putting on the yellow ball gown. "I look beautiful in this gown!" Kaede exclaims as she checks herself in the mirror.

"Nah you look like a pig, you were never beautiful" Hanako snickered, Kaede giving her a playful glare and throwing her a pillow towards her.

"Cinder(Y/n), help me with the corset!" Hanako calls out to the (h/c)-haired girl who just finished fixing Kaede's gown, (Y/n) then hurries to Hanako. She grips the lace and pulls it back to tighten the corset into Hanako's desired tightness.

She helped the girls with their hairstyles and makeup, even wiping their shoes clean with a cloth before placing it on their feet. The two sisters hurried outside, leaving (Y/n) to clean their room but it only took her ten minutes to do so. The idea of attending the royal ball kept her motivated, she just wants to have fun at ball. Enjoying her time with her friends while eating appetizers from the royal buffet and waltz-dancing. Maybe this could be her chance to experience freedom even if it was limited, or so she thought.

"Alas, I have no dress nor gown.....How will I attend the ball?" She spoke as realization hit her. She has no gown to wear for the ball, but she can make one however there's no time left for her to do so. The carriage will be here soon to pick them up. Much to her disappointment, she decides not to attend the ball so she walks outside from the stepsisters' room and go towards her own.

As she walked to the long stairs to the attic, she was met by Denki and Kirishima who were squeaking loudly to catch her attention. (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows and knelt down infront of them.

"What's wrong Denki, Kiri? Did Monoma do something bad to both of you?" She asks, the two mice seemed to understand her as they shook their heads. Then they both scurried off to her bedroom door and (Y/n) followed. 

She was confused as to why her mice friends were in such a hurry but all her confusion came to a stop when she opened the door and gasped. A wonderful peach dress in a manikin was displayed infront of her. The dress had frills and lace with a pink ribbon tied around the waist. Her other small animal friends surrounded her, anticipating her reaction. (Y/n) bent herself near the dressing table to where her small friends were and gave them a delightful smile.

"Did you guys make it for me?" She asked and they nodded. "Thank you so much! I was worried that I could not go to the ball because I didn't have anything to wear, but now I can and I'm grateful for what you've all done" She added before trying on the dress. The female mice also helped her in fixing her appearance, especially with the make up and the hair. Denki, Kirishima and the male mice helped in polishing her shoes. The female birds placed silver jewelry on her neck and ears. And as she looked onto the mirror, she smiled as how gorgeous she looks.

“I look wonderful” She smiles warmly infront of the mirror.

------------------------------------------- End of Part I ---------------------------------------------

A/n: Okay so I decided to separate this fic into two parts because my phone is not doing well but don't worry, I'll be writing the second part soon. Hope you guys enjoyed it! I just came back from a two-year hiatus (since I've been an author in Wattpad) so please bear with my mediocre writing. Bye my moonbeams!~

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[babbushka]

Blue Moon (2/?)

New York, 1987. The air was filled with smog and the streets were ridden with crime. Just another day in paradise. Your quiet life turns upside down when a striking man moves in across from you. You’re falling, fast, into a love that could never, ever, happen…or could it?

Howdy y’all I’ve been really obsessed with this and couldn’t stop writing for it so!! Here’s chapter 2 of my Pale (from Burn This) x Reader fic! Also can be read as modern!kylo au for those who don’t know who Pale is lol

(Minor backstory/character spoilers for Pale!!)

Word Count: 4700

Warnings: N*FW (language, explicit material, drug use)

Chapter 2: No Promises

Pale had left after breakfast. He had needed to go to work, he put his dirty dishes in your sink. He smacked your ass and kissed you deeply, ate you out and left without a goodbye.

You had still been naked.

He didn’t say thank you for breakfast, for anything.

Then again, you didn’t expect him to. You didn’t really expect anything from him, how could you? That fucking wedding ring on his finger made you feel bad. You wondered if it was okay to ask for his phone number. You wondered if he even had a phone.

It wasn’t raining today, but you needed to bring Fishel back his umbrella. It wasn’t raining, but it wasn’t sunny either. You put on a pair of sunglasses anyway, wore a turtleneck. You needed to cover up the dark red splotches he had sucked into your skin.

You tried not to think about him at work. It was harder now that you had had his cock in you, had been fucked blind by him. You hadn’t slept at all, he kept you up the whole fucking night with that big dick and those big hands and that hot mouth of his. The bastard.

Didn’t your friend say he worked in the restaurant business? You wondered what he did. He looked like he belonged in the mob, not in a restaurant, with all that leather. You probably wouldn’t ask him any time soon, something about him said he didn’t like questions.

You could respect that, you didn’t really like them either. If he wanted to tell you, he’d tell you.

It was still early enough in the day that you were serving coffee. You had your regulars, Marty from the deli downstairs, Candace from the nail salon. Some truck drivers named Mac or Mike or Mark, you didn’t know. They all sounded the same and looked the same, big guys with flannel shirts and baseball caps, but they smiled at you and you smiled back and they left you nice tips.

The coffee was shitty before you started working there. You didn’t have a standard for much, aside from coffee. Fishel didn’t drink the stuff, you couldn’t believe that, but he had no idea it was bad. You came along, got a job there a couple years ago, and made him change brands. It was scorched before, but now people came in just because the smell was so good.

It was hard to find good coffee these days.

You were pouring coffee when the little bell on the door rang.

“Good morning!” You had said, not bothering to look at who it was. “I’ll be with ya in just a sec.”

“Take your time, I’m in no fuckin’ rush.” A deep voice said, making you still.

You came this close to spilling the coffee, overflowing it in Blanche’s cup.

Pale seated himself in one of the booths in the back. Folks weren’t supposed to seat themselves at the diner.

He looked like he had showered at least, that was good. He looked good.

You nodded to Blanche, made your way over to Pale’s booth.

“Morning honey.” He said, without a care in the world, striking up a cigarette. He pushed the table a little aways from him, patted his lap. “C’mere.”

You knew you shouldn’t – it was inappropriate, someone could see, not that anyone could actually probably see if they wanted to, the way the booth was shoved in a corner behind a plant, you could suck his dick and no one would know. Maybe you would suck his dick.

You sat on his lap, sitting sideways. One of his hands immediately went to grip you inner thigh.

“How come you’re not at work?” You asked, looping your arms around his neck. You kissed at his cheek, his ear, his neck. Worried the gold chain between your teeth for a little bit.

His hand wedged itself between your thighs, snuck down to your pussy and was teasing at the folds there. He didn’t shove his fingers into you or anything, not yet anyway. Your heart was beating fast, anyone could turn their heads and see.

Someone might have needed coffee and asked for you, and they’d see.

“I was drivin’ down eighth street – what a load of fucking shit that road is – in my fucking car trying to find a god damned parking space, when a cop pulls me the fuck over and says I’m speeding. I say, how am I speedin’, there’s no fucking sign telling me how fast to go. He gives me a ticket, made me late to work. I called up Jerry, you know Jerry?” He asked, but you shake your head, trying not to moan as he rubs at you, makes you wet. “Anyway I call Jerry and I tell the jackass that I’m gonna be late, but he tells me he’s closing up the fucking place for the day anyway. Something about his fucking anniversary, wants to spend it with his wife, like I give a shit. Who the fuck closes down a place of business for an entire fucking day to celebrate an anniversary? Not me I tell you that, I’ve never taken a single day of work in over five fucking years – anniversaries.”

“So you’re off today?” You asked, a little breathy.

“Didn’t you hear me? Yeah I’m off today.” He frowned.

“Are you high?” You asked again.

“I might’ve done a couple lines.” He sniffed. You kissed his nose.

He pulled his hand away from your pussy, sucked on the fingers with a loud pop. Your cheeks heated up, he let go of you. You still stayed on his lap.

“What are you thinking about? I’m a real good listener.” He said, turning your jaw to look him deep in the eyes. Oh yeah he was high, you could tell by his pupils, blown wide open.

“I’m thinking about how you found me.” You hummed, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Happenstance.” He smirked.

“You sure about that?” You smiled at him, and he licked his teeth. Smoked his cigarette.

“Yeah I’m fuckin’ sure.” He said, then gesturing to the empty mug on his table, “Give me a cup of coffee.”

You rolled your eyes, slid off his lap, and grabbed the coffee pot from the little warming plate you had shoved it on, on your way Pale’s booth. He watched you walk back over, watched you pour the coffee, watched you bend over to grab a napkin when you accidentally spilled some onto the table. You didn’t like coffee rings. You wanted to show off your tits.

Pale downed the coffee in four long gulps, you refilled it.

“I’m surprised you came into a diner in the first place, considering.” You said.

You had thought you fed him enough that morning, between the breakfast and then when he laid you out on the kitchen table and buried his face in your cunt once the dishes were in the sink.

He couldn’t keep his hands off you. Over the clothes this time, as you were standing in front of his booth with a hand on your hip, the other one holding the coffee pot. He reached over to you and had wrapped a big warm hand around your thigh, was trailing his fingers up the back of it, making you shiver.

What was he doing here?

“I saw you in the fucking window, can you fuckin’ believe that? Drivin’ by on the way back to my apartment after Jerry said he was closing the fuckin’ restaurant, stuck at a red fucking light and what do I see in the window? I saw your pretty fucking face and pull over. Watched you walk back and forth, and back and forth. Pouring coffee, serving pancakes, back and fucking forth. Taking orders wiping down the bar making fucking milkshakes back and fucking forth. Don’t you ever sit down? Made me dizzy. Had to pull over.” He said, exhaling smoke. It curled around the window, you saw his car out in the parking lot.

It was a nice car, a shiny black thing. You didn’t know the make or model or nothing, but it was the only one that was washed in the whole lot.

His hand creeped up your ass, you shimmied away. He grabbed your wrist and brought it to his lips, biting lightly, making you smile.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble.” You said, making him scoff.

“What, never been in any fuckin’ trouble before?” He asked, leaning back into the booth. You wanted to ride him. “Some trouble would do you good.”

“I’m a good girl.” You said instead, feeling very much the opposite.

That made him smile.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and you smiled back.

You walked away, you had customers you had to serve.

 Pale stayed for two hours. Didn’t order anything but the coffee, didn’t touch you the whole rest of the time he was there. He just sat and smoked and watched you. He looked like he was on edge, you wondered if he didn’t know what to do with himself, being off work for the day. Not a day off in five years, he had said, right? He chucked a couple dimes in the jukebox, didn’t play nothing too obnoxious.

He left fifty bucks on the table when he left. Two twenties and a ten. You didn’t want it, despite needing it. Something in you didn’t want his hand-outs. You’d take his dick, you’d hog his time, but you wouldn’t just take his money. You were a lot of things, but you weren’t that. You barely knew him.

You knew him a lot better than you knew half the people in this diner.

You brought it to the register, paid the dollar ninety-nine for the coffee, and took the rest back to the kitchen where Fishel was working.

“Here,” You said, handing him the bills. “Some big shot told me to keep the change.” You weren’t in the mood to make this something it wasn’t.

Fishel made a face at the money, didn’t take it from you when you held it out to him.

“Why are you givin’ it to me?” He asked, “You earned it.”

“Nah Fish, he only got a cup of coffee.” You said, making him look up at you with his eyebrows raised.

“And he left you fifty bucks?” He clicked his tongue, whistled low, “Jeez sweetheart, that is some big shot.”

“Please take the money, Fish.” You sighed, not wanting him to think it was something it wasn’t. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t anything. “Split it up between the other waitresses, I don’t care. I don’t want it.”

“Was he bein’ mean to you?” Fishel frowned, the lines in his forehead getting all deep. Sometimes you thought about how old Fish was.

“No, he was real sweet.” You said, pausing for a minute and then trying your best not to sound suspect when you asked, “Didn’t you see him?”

“How could I have seen anyone (Y/N), I’ve been back here all day.” Fishel laughed, a low throaty thing.

“He wasn’t mean.” You reassured him. “Is Maria coming in tonight?”

He wiped his hands on the little towel over his shoulder, took the money from you and tucked it into your apron pocket. You smiled.

“No, she had to cancel.” He said apologetically, “Can you cover for her?”

“Yeah why not.” You shrugged.

“Thanks sweetheart.” Fishel said, going back into the office for a little bit.

It might be good for you to work the double, get some distance. You didn’t think your headboard could take it if Pale fucked you into next week like he had.

You went back out to the front and poured coffee.

 You were dead on your feet by the time you were pushing the key into the lock of your front door, absolutely exhausted from work. You were grateful for the long days and the tips that came with them, but your legs were cramping and your back hurt and all you wanted was to have your soup and get some fucking sleep.

You closed the door behind you, dropped your bag right on the welcome mat and kicked your shoes off.

It was so quiet in your building, you could hear the last bits of traffic outside, the honking horns, the sirens. There were always sirens these days, people needed to stop calling the cops, you thought.  

“You got a really shitty apartment, you know that?” A voice from the other room made you jump.

Pale was sitting on the couch in your living room, smoking a cigarette. From the looks of the ashtray on your coffee table, he had been there a while.

“Thanks.” You said dryly, then, “What are you doing here?”

He ignored your question, exhaling smoke through his nose making your apartment all cloudy. He ran a hand through his hair, and then waved it around at the room.

“Could use, I don’t know, some fucking flowers. Or something.” He commented, making you roll your eyes. “Some furniture.”

You had exactly enough furniture for what you needed, thank you very fucking much.

You shrugged off your coat and hung it on the hook by the door, inspecting the doorknob. It didn’t look damaged from this side or anything like that.

“How did you get in?” You asked, returning to the living room.

Pale smirked, stretched out his long legs and cracked the joints in his knees. He was looking at you with that same hungry expression as always, and you already felt your stomach start to flutter.

“Your lock ain’t too hard to jimmy, sweetheart.” He almost chuckled, quirked an eyebrow at you and took another drag.

“Did you break it?” You wanted to kiss him.

“Didn’t have to.” Pale shoved the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray and spread his legs, patting one of his thighs. “Come here, I’ve had a stressful fucking day.”

You had had one too, and you almost wanted to point it out, but you went anyway. Straddling his thighs on your old leather couch in your shitty apartment felt good. Kissing him and having him stick his hand under your skirt, fingers pull aside your panties and shove themselves into your cunt felt even better.

He smirked at the little noises you were making, the sharp intakes of breath.

“Don’t go shy on me you whore,” He said when you whined, “You ain’t at work now, let me fucking hear you, come on.”

He bit down on your nipple over your clothes at the same time as he pressed hard on your clit, dragging his thumb over it roughly. You cried out then, loud. It made him groan, he did it again.

His hands were so big, it spanned almost the entirety of your face when he grabbed at your jaw, took his fingers out of your pussy and smeared them over your lips, sticking them in your mouth so you could suck them clean.

“Blow me.” He said, and you slid off his lap easily, only wincing a little when your knees hit the floor.

Kneeling in front of him, you opened his pants and pulled his cock out. There was no way you were fitting that fucking thing down your throat tonight, but you could get in a decent amount. You thought about what he had said the night before, about training you to take his dick.

You wanted to be good for him, maybe he’d be good for you too. He wouldn’t, you knew he wouldn’t, but maybe.

Holding it in both of your hands, you swirled your tongue around the head of his oozing cock. You lapped up the pre-come there, sucked on it with enough pressure to make Pale tip his head back against your couch, fist your hair tight. He forced you down onto it more, making you gag, tears coming to your eyes out of reflex.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He grunted, as you choked on his cock.

Your hands flew up to his thighs to steady yourself, you could feel the muscle there tensing under your touch. He was thrusting into your throat, pushing his slick and your spit against the roof of your mouth. You were careful to watch your teeth.

His grip on your hair tightened. It hurt your scalp, but you couldn’t pull away to bitch about it. You were sweating, working hard to get him riled up, to make him feel good.

Your hands made up for whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, jerking him off in a way that made those thighs twitch. Occasionally you rolled his balls, and he almost kneed you in the face. How would you have explained that black eye?

“I can’t fucking wait to get my cock in you after this.” He breathed out, and something like pride filled your chest.

You could tell you were doing a good job, switching from sucking to just opening your mouth as much as you could to let him fuck your throat was easy enough, but every now and again he would get too enthusiastic and pull out too far, slipping out of your mouth.

You took those moments to lick from the base of his dick to the very tip, trace your tongue under the head, in his slit. He cursed loud when you did that, hips pushing up into your face. You did it again, and again until he was panting.

Without any warning he yanked your head off of him just in time to paint come all over your face.

You stayed on the ground, on your knees for a minute, looked up at him through your lashes. You could feel his sticky come on your cheek, licked up what you could. Your muscles were sore.

“Do you like baths?” You asked. He had said he had a stressful day, maybe he could use one as much as you could.

“How’s that?” He blinked, too blissed out for the moment.

“Taking a bath, do you like to?” You repeated.

“Sometimes.” He shrugged.

You got up off of your knees, started taking your clothes off, right there in the living room. You could feel Pale’s stare burning into your skin.

“Take one with me?” You asked.

“Can I fuck you there?” He asked back.

“You can fuck me wherever you want.” You smiled, standing completely naked before him. He looked like he wanted to jump you, and you wouldn’t be that opposed to that, “But I’d like to take a bath.”

“So then let’s take a fucking bath.” Pale said, getting up too.

You smiled again and walked to the bathroom, Pale close behind you. He kept a hand on you, didn’t like to let go. It made your stomach do those stupid flips again.

“Jesus you really don’t got any fucking furniture, huh?” Pale asked, leaning against the doorway to the bathroom as you went to plug the tub.

You shot him a dirty look, and he put his hands up in defense.

You had exactly a sink, a toilet, and a bathtub, what the hell else did he expect you to have?

“This thing leaks.” He noted, when you turned on the faucet, dropped in some soap to make it bubble up.

“That’s what all the towels are for.” You gestured to the bunched up towels around the claw feet of the bathtub.

When the tub was as full as it was gonna get, he went in first. You had tried to judge the water level so it wouldn’t spill all over the fucking place when the two of you were in it together, but when you climbed in after him some sloshed over the edge anyway.

Whatever, you had the towels.

Pale sat with his knees up, rested his head against one edge of the tub. You sat on his lap facing him, your back resting against his knees. He looked at you for a long time, lifted his hand to rub bubbles against your tits.

“You look like you got mauled.” He commented, and you laughed.  

“Yeah, a wild animal got me.” You teased.

“Hey I ain’t no wild fuckin’ animal.” He sat up a little, making you fall against his chest for support. “Didn’t you see the present I left ya?” He asked, kissing you, making you hot.

“Oh we’re giving gifts now?” You acted innocent, but your smile gave you away. The money was in your coat pocket, on the floor in the living room. Maybe you could sneak it back into his wallet without him noticing.

He kissed you again, slid his tongue against yours as he grabbed you around your waist and groaned when you reached down and guided his hard cock into you, sinking down on it.

“Shit.” He hissed, making you grin.

You planted your knees on the bottom of the tub, held on to his shoulders as you rode him.

The hot water loosened up your muscles, made you relaxed. He thrust up into you easy, you moaned like a whore for him.

“Been fucking looking forward to this pussy all day.” He grunted. Water sloshed onto the floor as he bucked up into you.

“Oh yeah?” You gasped, feeling those butterflies again.

“Yeah.” He slid his hands up from your waist to grope at your tits, spread the soapy bubbles around and pinched at your nipples. “You didn’t fucking come home when I thought you would, you slut.”

So he had been waiting a while, you thought. You didn’t have much room for thought, not when you bounced on his cock like that.

“Not my fault, had to work a double.” You moaned out, let your head fall back. Your hair got all wet in the tub.

“I don’t fucking like it.” He grumbled, taking advantage of that to suck another mark on your neck. You whined, he sucked harder.

“You don’t have to.” You said, tangling a hand in his hair.

The wetness from your hand dampened his waves, made them flatten down against his head, made his ears stick out.

You nibbled on one of his ears, you thought they were sweet. Was just about the only fucking sweet thing about him, you thought. 

He fucked you in the bathtub for a long while, sloshing water all over and panting against your lips. Hot, open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders, spitting out the soap when it got in his mouth. He loved to lay back and watch, always watching you. You liked putting on a show for him, you preened under his stare.

He came in you, stayed there for a bit. You wiggled your hips, impatient, you wanted to get off too.

“I’m too big for this fucking tub.” He said with a pleased sigh.

“Me too.” You licked your lips, “Bed?”

 Pale fucked you into your mattress, your headboard smacking into the wall. You were gonna get a call from your neighbors, if that didn’t do it then your loud moans would.

You liked it when he was on top, the weight of him pressing you down. You liked it when he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezed just enough to make you moan and not say or do much else.

He lifted your thigh up with his other hand, held it in place as he fucked into you hard, pushed you up on the bed with his thrusts. You were so close, so so close, all you needed was a little bit more and you could come and pass the fuck out and go to sleep.

You were glad you didn’t have work tomorrow, you didn’t know if you could’ve managed to stand after this.

“You like that you fucking slut?” He pressed down harder on your throat as he railed you, made you see stars.

“Yeah, Pale – yes!” You gasped when he let up enough for you to gulp down air.

He was sweating, so fucking sweaty from all the hard work he was doing, making you feel good. It dripped off the ends of his hair, his nose, his chain. You thought he’d need another bath when he was done with you, if he was ever done with you.

“Say it.” He grunted, baring his teeth.

“I’m a – a slut.” You hiccupped, having to breathe and speak and moan all at the same time.

“Who’s slut?” He gripped your thigh tight, it was gonna bruise, fuck you were gonna be just one big bruise.

“Your slut!” You cried out.

“That’s fucking right.” He licked at your open mouth, your teeth. “You’re my slut and this is my cunt.” He bit your lips, your jawline.

His hips snapped at each word, and you clenched down around him, remembering what he told you last night.

“Please, Pale, please touch me.” You begged, you couldn’t help but beg, your voice a high whine.

He nodded, wordlessly let go of your thigh to rub at your clit, press down on it until you were seeing stars, cursing loud in his ear.

He liked that, you could tell. You liked it too.

“Come in me.” You gasped.

He bared his teeth again, moaned as you went all pliant and relaxed from your orgasm.

You laid there, took his cock so well, pushed the sweaty hair out of his face and sucked on his tongue as his hips pushed you up and up the bed, until they stopped, and he had his face all pinched up, until it wasn’t.

You were both breathing heavy, he was this close to resting his forehead against yours. His hair fell in his face, you pushed it back behind his ears. He frowned.

He stayed in you, even as he went soft, finally spent for the night. He was heavy, but you didn’t mind. Fucked up part of you felt safe; being caged in by his arms, his wide back protecting you from the moonlight.

He was so sweaty, so warm. Was a person supposed to be this warm?

“I got two kids, you know.” He said apropos of nothing.

“I didn’t.” You said, your heart beating.

Cop sirens were blaring in the distance, you thought that was a bit dramatic.  

He slid out of you, rolled over and settled down on his back next to you.

He leaned over, opened a drawer of your bedside table and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. You frowned, you didn’t smoke. He must have put them there. You wondered what the hell else he hid in your apartment when you weren’t here. Maybe you’d go on a treasure hunt tomorrow, you thought.

“You need a new fucking tub, one that doesn’t leak water all over the god damned place and that actually fucking fits a human.” Pale said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette, sighing out smoke. “I work hard, I got a lot of money, I could get you a new fucking tub. You need one.”

“I like my bathtub.” You smiled.

“What, did you fuckin’ build it yourself?” Pale asked, sarcastically pinching your cheek, making you smile bigger.

“Somethin’ like that.” You said, stretching. You shuffled around on the bed, tucked yourself against him. You didn’t know if that was allowed, but you did it anyway. He let you, anyway. “I’m off work tomorrow.”

“Good.” He said, and you hummed in agreement.

“I know you gotta work.” You said. No days off.

“Yeah.” He rubbed a hand over his face. He looked tired, you wondered if he had had any more coke since when he was at the diner. You wondered if he’d fall asleep with you.

“Will you stop by?” You asked. You didn’t want to piss him off again by not being home if he was gonna pay you a visit. Not that you were gonna leave the apartment anyway.

“No promises.” He said, but the way his lip twitched into an almost smile said otherwise.

 You laid your head down on his chest, fell asleep to him smoking his cigarette.

 He wasn’t there when you woke up. Of course he wasn’t.

Ahh! Lol that’s it for this one :) The next chapter is from Pale’s perspective, so be on the lookout for that sometime early next week! <33

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[simonxriley]

So another request umm from your prompt number 57 skylar/glaz please.

Have some more Skylar and Glaz cuteness!! Also sorry this took so long, I just wasn’t in the writing mood until a few hours ago. I hope you enjoy!

#57: “Is that my shirt?” 

Russian: 

Milaya = Darling 

Printsessa = Princess

As quietly as she could, Skylar closed the door leading to Lara’s nursery. She scrunched her face as she let go of the knob, hoping the little one will stay asleep. For a moment she waited outside her door, seeing if she would hear any fussing or crying. When she didn’t, she let out a breath and headed over to check on little 5 year old Sasha.

She peaked her head through the already opened door, seeing Sasha all tuckered out in bed. Skylar leaned against his doorway, smiling to herself as she watched him sleep. He looked so much like Timur, same facial structure, same eyes and same hair color. And he even had the same personality. Little Sasha was a Glazkov through and through.

Skylar opened the door a little bit more, walking over to the bed and gently sat down on the edge of it. She fixed the blankets around him, tucking in his brown teddy bear next to him as well.

It seemed just like yesterday that her and Timur were stuck in that abandoned mine, with no radio and no service and hardly any food or water. How they spent nearly two weeks trying to find a way out. Eventually they both gave up hope that they were going to be rescued, believing they would die down there in the darkness of the mine. And after months of dancing around the subject, they finally confessed loving each other.

She never expected the first time they would make love would be on the dirty ground in a 1950’s abandoned mine. How they both wanted to feel alive again before death finally collected.

A day later they were saved by both the Spetsnaz and FBI and nine months later, they welcomed Sasha into the world.

Sasha was an unplanned miracle to both Skylar and Timur. A permanent reminder that in their darkest hour they came together to create something they love more than life itself. And that they survived.

She brushed some of his black hair out of his face, leaning down to kiss his temple. “I love you my angel.”

She quietly got off the bed to leave, leaving the door opened an inch before heading to her room.

Upon walking in to her room she grabbed her phone to check on Lara, who thankfully was still sound asleep. She set her phone aside to get up to change into something more comfortable.

Going to her dresser she pulled out a pair of baby blue shorts and one of Timur’s white t-shirts and changed into them. She loved how big his shirts were on her and how comfy they were. It felt like he was there, with her and not on a mission right now.

She threw her dirty clothes in the hamper and went to go sit down on the bed, just as she was about to Lara started crying again. Skylar sighed through her nose, then headed back towards the nursery.

Skylar leaned down to pick her up, cradling her in her arms and gently rocked her. “I miss your papa too, but there’s no need to cry, he’ll be home soon.”

She walked over to the rocking chair, sitting down to rock Lara back to sleep. It didn’t take long to fully calm her down, she stopped crying in a matter of minutes. Skylar looked down to see her big blue eyes looking up at her, watching her. She leaned down, kissing her nose. “You just want your mommy, don’t you Lara?”

There was no answer to be had, just blue eyes staring back at her. It was going to be a long, tiring night, so Skylar went for the ergo, making it a lot more easier on the both of them.

She placed Lara back down in her crib while she buckled the bottom buckle around her waist. Picking her up a few seconds later, keeping her snug against her chest as she buckled the back. Now Lara was happy being snuggled up against her mom and Skylar was happy because she could be hands free if needed, while having a non fussy infant.

Skylar walked over to the window, looking out to see the full moon glowing over Vladivostok. It was the first clear night in over a week, she never knew Russia got so much snow. More so than Maine, that was for sure.

The automatic light to the back porch flickered on, engulfing the back yard in light. She could see the snowman Sasha and Timur made a few days ago, before he had to leave on his mission. It still had it’s carrot nose and button eyes and Skylar’s old red plaid scarf around its neck.

She shook her head and chuckled. All it took was Sasha’s big blue eyes as he asked if they had a scarf for his snowman to make Skylar go into her closet and pull out one of her own, knowing it would be ruined. She just couldn’t say no to him, and it was just a scarf, nothing she couldn’t repurchase.

After a moment she decided to head downstairs and make a cup of tea and watch some netflix. Grabbing the tea kettle off the stove to put some more water in it. She turned the faucet on just as soon as she heard the front door open. She set the tea kettle down near the sink, leaving the water running as she walked to the front door.

She smiled when she saw Timur placing his OTs-03 marksman rifle against the wall, then took off his jacket and pulled down his balaclava.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.” She walked over to him, leaning up to kiss him.

“Milaya, I’d thought you’d be in bed.” He looked down to see Lara wide awake and looking up at him. He smiled down at her, then gave her a kiss on the head. “I see our printsessa is awake as well.”

“Yup, every time I put her down she cries.”

Timur grabbed his rifle from the wall, both of the walking into the kitchen. She shut the faucet off, forgetting about making a cup of tea. He walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “She wants her mama!”

“I know! It’s that age where they get attached. I remember when Sasha was like this, crying every time I put him down, because I thought he was asleep.”

“They’re cute, you can’t stay mad at them.” He kissed her temple and let go of them. “Why don’t we head upstairs so I can wash the paint of my face and we can watch a movie before getting some sleep?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Skylar headed up first, followed by Timur after he shut the light off. Once in their bedroom she unclipped the top part of the ergo, taking Lara out and laying her on the bed. She automatically began to fuss a little, making her wonder if she should swaddle her. She tossed the ergo on the back of the chair and went for a swaddle blanket.

Timur walked into the room a few seconds later, sitting on the bed as he took the magazine out of his gun and the bullet that was still in the chamber. He put the bullet back in the magazine and placed it on his night stand.

“Did everything work out alright milaya?” He brought his foot up on the bed to untie his boot, glancing over to see her swaddling Lara. “I knew how worried you were before I left.”

She took Lara in her arms and sat down. “Everything worked out really well. Sasha did miss his papa and would ask when you were coming home. Other than that, it was fairly easy and Sasha loves helping me with Lara.”

“I’m glad! I missed you guys too and wished I was here, rather than there.”

“Just be thankful that you don’t have to live on base, and you can be here, with us!”

He placed his boots on the ground and got up. “I know, not a lot of men get that choice. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Skylar watched him walk into the bathroom, eyes darting down to his ass. She looked down to see Lara has finally fell back asleep. She gently placed her down on Timur’s side of the bed and quickly go under the covers, picking her back up and placed her on her chest.

Timur walked out of the bathroom, fresh faced, then headed towards the dresser. He pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweats, changing into them. He tossed his fatigues into the hamper and got into bed next to her.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, feeling that familiar fabric under his palm. “Is that my shirt?”

She laughed and looked over at him, seeing the confusion on his face. “You didn’t notice downstairs?”

“No. I was busy paying attention to you and our daughter.” He chuckled. “You look good in it.”

“Thanks! I usually wear your shirts when you’re gone, it makes it seem like you’re here.”

Skylar sighed. So much has changed for both of them in the past six years, marriage, kids, Skylar retiring from work to be at home with said kids. She doesn’t regret that decision, leaving work, but she would be lying if she said she doesn’t miss Timur every time he has a mission.

“Like how I wear your dog tags when out on a mission, to keep you close.”

“And don’t forget the family picture in your pocket.”

“And that too.” He chuckled.

They locked eyes, gazing into them. He leaned over, being mindful of the little one asleep on her chest and placed a passionate kiss upon her lips. For first in over 48 hours - if there wasn’t a sleeping infant on her chest she would’ve deepened it. Hoping the night would end a little differently.

Timur pulled away, resting their foreheads together. “I love you!”

“I love you too!”

He went back to his original position beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder again and pulled them close. This was where he was meant to be, in his little house in Vladivostok with his wife and children. The wife and children he was so blessed to have!

#glaz x skylar #oc skylar jackson #timur glazkov #glaz #rainbow six siege #r6s #tachanka/skylar anon

[katdvs]

Author Note: So I’m a little stuck on something with Thunder Chasing The Wind, so I went through my requests in my ask box for anything that popped out to me, and this is what I came up with. Enjoy!

Date Night

“Della, Owen, just do what I ask.” Riley cried out, feeling her exhausted body as she sat on the stairs, listening for the running water in the bathroom, the sound of their electric toothbrushes going off sighing.

She went to run her hand through her hair finding it caught in her hair-tie, trying to undo it, tugging on her tangled hair, tears burning in her eyes.

She rested her face in her hands. It had been a long day, a long week, a long month. Everything was building up, when was the last time she had five minutes to herself?

“Stop it Della” Owen cried.

“You started it” Della whined.

“Don’t make me come in there, wash your faces, and go to bed.” Riley felt her vocal cords strain as the pounding headache she’d had for what felt like days throbbed.

The kids were silent after their mother’s warning, a moment later the bathroom door closed and each scurried to their own rooms.

Riley continued sitting on the stairs, her hands shaking, tears in her eyes, she knew she should go and tuck them in, but she couldn’t bring herself to get up at the moment. Her phone vibrated in the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie. She slipped it out, seeing the text from her husband, Home soon, sorry I missed dinner.

When was the last time Lucas wasn’t home late? When was the last time she hadn’t left him a plate of dinner to heat up when he walked in? Why did he keep having house calls so late at night?

She felt the knot in her stomach as she tried to push away that thought, the same one that crept into her mind several times a day. Sometimes when she’d catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror after a day of running errands, shuffling the kids around, taking care of the PTA and all the other random things that seemed to land on her plate.

She pulled herself up on the stairs, wiping her eyes. She checked herself in the mirror, pulling her hair back with the tie that was barely stretchy any longer. She took a calming breath before she went into Owen’s room. He was on the bed, playing with two monster trucks crashing into each other.

“Do I have to go to bed?” Owen looked up at his mother, his chocolate eyes mirroring her own. “Daddy isn’t home yet.”

Riley sighed, “Yes, it’s your bedtime.”  She moved to her knees as Owen joined her to say a little prayer. Once he was tucked in she kissed his forehead, turned out all the lights except the glowing bunny on his dresser before moving across the hall to her daughter.

Della was already under the covers, reading a chapter book when Riley came in. She looked up, turning the corner of the page down before putting the book on the nightstand.

“How’s Uncle Josh’s new book?” Riley sat on the bed.

Della shrugged, “It’s okay,” she looked down at her hands, “Why isn’t Daddy home?”

“House call, he’ll be home soon and he’ll want you to be asleep.” Riley took her daughters hand, “Let’s say your prayer and then get you to bed.”

Della nodded as they said her bedtime prayer before Riley turned out the lights, pausing at the door as she turned to her, “Go to sleep sweetheart, don’t stay up reading.”

“Yes Mommy.” Della snuggled deeper under the covers before the door was closed.

Riley breathed a sigh of relief as she realized both kids were in bed. She grabbed the hamper from the bathroom and made her way down the stairs, noticing that the plate she left for Lucas was still sitting on the table.

He still wasn’t home.

She opened the basement door, clicking the light on before carrying the dirty clothes downstairs.

Lucas parked the truck, he knew it was late, he knew he couldn’t keep doing these late shifts, but it was extra money, and thankfully tonight was his final shift. He sat in the driver’s seat for a few moments before he dug into his bag and found what he was looking for.

When he finally found it, he checked to make sure he had everything else he’d picked up on his way home. He knew Riley was stressing out, that she’d been doing everything at the house lately, everything with the kids, he could only hope that she understood what he’d been doing.

He went up the front steps of the porch, entered the house quietly thankful that the dogs didn’t bark waking the kids. He moved as softly as he could towards the kitchen, his plate of dinner to heat up still waiting under its plastic wrap.

He glanced towards the office, and saw that the lights were off, he didn’t hear the TV or see it’s blue light glowing from the family room. He went to the basement door, over the sound of the washing machine he could hear her crying, his heart breaking that he’d done this to her.

His body was cold with guilt as he ignored the dinner plate and went up to their bedroom. He went to their bathroom and began to turn the bath on, filling the tub with hot water and her favorite bubble bath. He pulled out the LED candles, setting them up to create a calming glow.

He moved into the bedroom, setting up more of the candles, putting the package he’d put together that afternoon on the bed before placing the flowers he’d gotten on the way home in a vase. He opened a bottle of her favorite wine, pouring a glass for her.

He looked around, trying to see if he missed anything just as the door opened, he turned to see his wife. “Riley?”

She looked at her husband, trying to understand what was going on. She didn’t care, whatever he wanted could wait, she just wanted to take a quick shower before she had to switch the laundry, before Lucas fell asleep.

It was worse than he’d realized as she didn’t speak. “Honey, I know you’re tired, I know you’re exhausted.”

“Do you?” She snapped, her eyes filled with a fire Lucas had only seen a couple of times before, and never directed at him. “You know what Lucas, if you’re cheating on me, just pack a bag and leave now.”

His mouth dropped, was that what she was thinking? “Riley, no, I would never, I could never cheat on you.”

She was surprised to see the hurt in his eyes as he looked at her. “Then why haven’t you been coming home at a decent hour? Why are you always out on house calls, you have never in the past decade that we’ve been married? Why haven’t you made love to me?”

He ran his hand over his golden hair before going to the bed and picking up the package, “I’ve been putting in extra hours to make sure we could afford this. That means being on call for the evening shifts, and all the damn cows and horses in this county seem to want to have emergencies at night.”

Riley looked at the box in her hand, “So you’re not sleeping with that skinny little blonde that is always hitting on you at church, yeah I’ve seen it.”

“God no Riley” He chuckled knowing the idea was ridiculous, “I know you’re tired, I know you’re overworked, and part of that is my fault because I haven’t been the best husband, co-parent at all lately. I was trying to keep a promise, and maybe I just fucked up, maybe I could’ve put this off a few more years.”

Riley looked down at the box, “What is this Lucas? What promise?”

He reached out to push her messy hair from her eyes, “Open it.”

She rolled her eyes before she pulled off the ribbon and opened the box. Pale purple tissue paper inside propped up the printed-out plane reservations that laid over their updated passports. She studied the reservation sheet, “What is this for?”

“Our Wedding Anniversary,” he softly smiled, “Your parents are coming down on Friday, they’ll stay with the kids. I tried to get Auggie or Zay to come but they couldn’t get the time off. You and I fly out Saturday, and then we’ll have ten days in France.”

Riley blinked, feeling tears in her eyes that were different than the ones she cried earlier, “You fool, I’ve been here thinking you didn’t love me anymore and here you are trying to give us a second honeymoon.”

He reached out to wipe her tears away, “You do so much for everyone but yourself Riley. I want you to take this glass of wine, go into the bathroom and have a bubble bath, have a date with yourself. I’m going to finish the laundry, and anything else that needs to be done tonight. If you want to crawl into the bed before me and take up all the space, go for it. You deserve it.”

Riley put the box down before kissing him, “How could I deserve you after I accused you of having an affair?”

“I wouldn’t be where I am without you, I don’t think I deserve you.” He kissed her forehead, “Go before the bath gets cold, please just enjoy yourself, relax, let the day melt away.”

“Okay, okay.” She reluctantly pulled away, “My list of stuff for tonight is down on the kitchen table, it’s not a lot left.”

“Just go relax, I’ve got it taken care of.” He felt relief wash over him as he watched her go into the bathroom.

Lucas heated up his dinner in the microwave while he went to switch out the laundry. He ate quickly before he went around the house picking up the kid’s toys, finding papers that needed to be dealt with, cleaning up the kitchen, he went back to get the dried laundry, folding it, putting them in the different piles to be brought up in the morning.

He looked at the list again, realizing he still had to get lunches made for the kids, set up the coffee maker for the morning and what seemed like a dozen random things he hadn’t realized until now had taken for granted.

Riley sank into the hot bubble bath, enjoying the scent before she took a sip of wine. It took her a few minutes before the guilt started to bubble inside of her, how could she think he was having an affair?

She took another sip of wine. Closing her eyes, feeling the stress start to fade away along with the guilt.

Lucas was giving her what she had wanted.

Time to herself.

She lifted her leg just the way Ariel did in The Little Mermaid when she first became human. Realizing she couldn’t recall the last time she shaved her legs she grabbed her razor and took her time. She continued, shocked at how relaxing she found this before she drained the tub and got in the shower, washing her hair, conditioning it, taking her time under the hot spray before she got out, wrapping the fluffy towel around her body before she slowly toweled dry.

She realized Lucas was still downstairs, as she grabbed the wine glass taking a final sip before she went and pulled out her favorite short, silk nightie and climbed into the bed.

Lucas wasn’t sure how he got up the stairs, he wasn’t sure how Riley hadn’t snapped before today at him. He realized all he’d done in the time he was trying to prepare the perfect wedding anniversary for her, all he’d done was add more pressure, more stress to her.

Outside the bedroom, he slipped off his boots before he looked in on Owen and Della. He went into the room, seeing her in bed as he quickly changed and got ready to crawl in next to her.

When he pulled back the bedding he saw what she was wearing he smiled as he laid next to her giving her a soft kiss, which was quickly deepened as she returned it. He pulled away seeing her eyes open, “Were you playing opossum?”

She smirked, “Maybe, thank you I needed that tonight.”

“I’m sorry, I made this all worse trying to get this surprise for you.”

She took his hand, kissing his palm, “I’m sorry for thinking the worst.”

“I get it, I’ve been a bit distant, if I hadn’t been I would’ve never been able to keep this a surprise.” He sighed, “I love you Riley, I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do it all, and I know that you have been.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, “I could’ve told you, but I didn’t.”

“No more secrets?”

“No more secrets.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, “I love you Ri, seriously, I’m sorry for making you feel stressed, awful, unwanted.”

She bit her lip, “You still want me?”

“Every moment of every day Ri, you might not think you’re beautiful when you’ve got oatmeal on your shirt, your hair messy, you’ve only had a few hours’ sleep.” He caressed her cheek, “Honey, I will want you until the day after I die.”

She let her finger trace the palm of his hand, “Well you said it was my date night, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, unless you’re too tired,” her hand moved to his hip, “Maybe we could start making out, see what happens next.”

“Whatever you want.” He kissed her, feeling her relax into his body as they slowly reconnected, in the late hours of the night.

When Riley woke up with the morning light crossing over her, she felt Lucas pull her back to him, murmuring as he kissed her neck. “Lucas, the kids will come in soon if I don’t have breakfast made.”

He sighed, “I set out bowls and cereal, Della can get the milk.”

“You’re so smart, no wonder I married you.” She nuzzled his neck.

“I thought you could sleep in for a little while this morning.”

“Thank you, you really are the best.”

He scoffed, “I’m glad you think so, I promise you more date nights, real date nights, especially in France.”

“Oh yeah, you’ve got the whole thing planned huh?”

“Yeah, I do.��� He kissed the top of her forehead, “I gotta get up and shower, you stay in bed for a little bit.”

“Fine, I will.” She sighed as she watched him go into the bathroom. She looked around the room, yesterday had been a hard day, but she knew today would be better, and so would the others. She just had to believe it, trust it, and know remember that her husband loved her beyond what she had ever thought was possible.

She got up, going to the dresser, pulling out her clothes for the day, feeling refreshed. 

#Date Night #Rucas #Riley Matthews #Lucas Friar #Rucas Fanfic #Reader Request #Girl Meets World #GMW Fanfic

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○○ eyez | twenty-four

The vibration and ringing of Jermaine’s phone brought him out of his sleep, and he groaned lowly as he lifted his hand to rub over his face. He slowly sat up in bed before he glanced around, grabbing his phone before he glanced down at the alarm he had set for himself. Turning the alarm off, he looked around the room to see that Beija had been gone for quite a while. The lingering scent of her perfume filled his nose, and he slowly moved out of bed as he grabbed his bag to go take another shower in the bathroom. From what he could tell, he was upstairs alone so he felt a bit more comfortable to take the thorough showers he usually did at home.

He grabbed a bath towel and a wash cloth before he entered the bathroom and once he closed and locked the door to the bathroom, he turned on the shower and made sure it got hot. He hopped in and began wo wash off, his mind still a bit empty as opposed to his racing and clustered thoughts. His focus seemed to be on the task of talking to Beija’s parents and trying to solidify his status. Every so often he thought about the sins he committed the night before with their little girl, and he almost wanted to laugh out loud. J was convinced that Beija’s father had decided how he felt, so it would be nothing but amusement for him to look in the man’s face knowing that no matter what Mr. Demarco felt Beija was in love and knowing her, she probably wouldn’t change her mind on it. It was kind of a petty thing to even think that way, but it could be say that he felt a bit of confidence.

Once he got out of the shower, he dried off before putting on some lotion and putting on his clothes for the day. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and packed up what was his before exiting the bathroom, sitting his bag back in Beija’s room before he slid on his socks and sneakers. After lacing up, he headed downstairs to see the rest of the family in motion. “Hey,” He greeted, and was greeted back collectively as he retreated to the kitchen, seeing Alisha and Beija in the kitchen along with Chantel.

“Here’s the sleepy head! Hey there J,” Chantel greeted with a chuckle, and he smiled faintly before he nodded, walking over to give her a brief hug.

“I think I slept too long or y’all get up extra early,” He glanced at the clock to see that it was only nine in the morning. “Y’all some early birds,” He decided before he approached B from behind, grabbing her waist before kissing her cheek. “Morning, beautiful,” He mumbled. “Good morning, Mrs. Demarco,” He greeted Alisha as well.

“Boy, you don’t have to be so formal—you can just call me Alisha,” The older woman chuckled. “But I assume you slept well, right? There’s some breakfast for you in the microwave, by the way,” She said.

“I did, thank you,” He walked over to the microwave before decided to heat up the plate that was inside before taking it out. “What y’all got cookin’ over there anyway?” He asked.

“We’re making the usual sides—mama’s making her famous baked beans and I’m making the potato salad,” Beija explained.

“I can’t wait They’ll having you licking the plate,” Alisha assured.

“I see where babygirl gets her confidence and her skills from. I know those beans are gonna be great,” J chuckled, glancing back to open the microwave before he grabbed the plate and inspected the food upon it—the main dish seemed to be the biscuits and sausage gravy, with eggs and hash browns. “Even this breakfast looks good,” He commented.

“I told you my mama can cook. Where you think I got it from?” Beija chuckled a bit before J sat down at the table across from Chantel, starting to eat his food. “Then we got coleslaw, broccoli slaw, pasta salad, and cucumber salad in the fridge; we’ve got mac and cheese in the oven...we’re gonna make corn on the cob soon enough, dirty rice...” She listed.

“Don’t forget the lemon cake I made,” Chantel grinned.

“Y’all all cook?” J asked curiously.

“Everyone except for Marquis and Alonzo, pretty much. They’re as inept as you,” B joked, making the other women laugh.

“Oh, wow,” J drew out the ‘wow’ dramatically, laughing along with them. “You see how she do me, Alisha? Just a mess,” He complained.

“Don’t be bothering him like that. Remember, your father couldn’t boil water at one point and now he cooks all the time. He just needs a good teacher,” Alisha said.

“I’m teaching him stuff! Baby, can’t you cook a good omelet now? Tell them,” B pouted as she looked back at him.

“Yeah, she put me on to the veggie omelet thing so I can cook that now. Progress is progress,” He chuckled before he took another bite of his food.

“Hey, that’s pretty good! Alonzo still burns the toast,” Chantel said as Alonzo entered the kitchen from the backyard door. She grinned when he glanced at her, giggling when he sucked his teeth.

“You in here talking mess about me to the new guy, huh? Cool,” He shook his head slowly before he grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler in the corner. “Hey, Jermaine—you good at Spades?” He asked.

“I’m pretty good. Wassup?” J asked once he was able to swallow his food.

“Kieran needs a partner and since pops is holding down the grill he can’t do it. You down for playing?” Alonzo asked, uncapping the bottle of water.

“Yeah, sure. Just let me finish eating,” J nodded.

“Don’t take too long—no need to halt an ass whooping,” Alonzo made his way outside, and the women cooed in instigation.

“Alonzo loves a good game of Spades, but don’t let his slick talking get to you,” Chantel said with a small laugh.

Jermaine laughed to himself as he put the disposable utensil and plate into the trashcan. “I’m not even worried,” He walked to the cooler and grabbed a bottle of cranberry juice before he walked over to Beija and kissed the side of her head. “Let me go out here and kill this game,” He chuckled.

“Go get ‘em,” B laughed, and he smirked as he headed outside into the backyard area.

J paused for a second to look around the area, and admired the beauty of the seemingly endless yard of grass. The little girl he met the night before was playing in the grass with what he assumed were the Demarco’s dogs. The three brothers were talking at the card table while Mekhi was nearby at the grill and also manning a boiling pot—music was being played and the air was filled with the smell of smoky meat and charcoal.

“Come pull up a seat, J! Let’s play,” Kieran grinned, and J nodded before he sat down at the table. “Alonzo said you’re ‘pretty good,’ so let’s have a good game,” He nodded.

“I got you, man. We’re gonna win—no doubt about it,” J promised, and Marquis let out a low whistle before laughing himself.

“Look at this; aye, pops! Dude’s got a lot of confidence playing against us,” Marquis said, and Mekhi let out a low chuckle as he continued to keep his eyes on the grill.

“Mhm, I see. He and Kieran might have a chance if he’s about what he says,” Mekhi said simply, and J kept his focus on the table as the cards were shuffled and dealt.

A series of three games had went by, and J was proud of the fact that he and Kieran had won all three of them. Even after the last book was placed upon the table, Marquis groaned loudly as J and Kieran laughed and shook hands. “Gotdamn it, man. Y’all something else,” Marquis complained.

“I have to admit...you’re good, Jermaine. Real good,” Alonzo said before chuckling lightly.

“You ain’t think I was gonna come to the table and let you play me, did you?” J laughed a bit before Logan came running towards the table.

“Hey daddy,” She greeted before she looked at the score on the nearby notepad. “Ooh. Uncle Marquis got a big number,” She commented.

“Yeah, daddy didn’t win this one,” Alonzo chuckled as he rubbed the top of her head. “You done playing with Onyx and Royal?” He asked, speaking of the two pitbull dogs who were now resting in their dog houses.

“Yeah, I’m gonna get a popsicle,” She announced before she bounced into the house, closing the door behind her.

“How old is she?” J commented, glancing over at the door.

“Just turned five,” Alonzo said as he ran his hand over his head. “About to be fifty soon. She swear she grown,” The men began to laugh.

“That’s crazy, I remember when we saw her at the hospital still,” Marquis commented. “She was so small from being born premature,” He said.

“Yeah. That was a crazy time. And kinda ironic because apparently it runs in the family. Dad was a premie too,” He commented.

“Oh yeah! Wasn’t Beija premature too?” Kieran commented.

“Yep. By three months. I didn’t see her until she was like a month old; that’s when the hospital allowed mama to bring her home,” J sat quietly as he listened to them speak, just allowing himself to soak things in.

“But now babygirl’s going to kindergarten soon. And Kelsei’s pregnant too, now. Time flies so fast,” Kieran commented, speaking of his wife. “It’d be so cool if...you know, Rashaad was here with us,” He said quietly.

“I know, right? I’m sure he’d have at least two girlfriends. Maybe a baby mama,” Marquis commented, and the boys laughed a small bit.

“Yeah, and it’s funny because Logan looks just like ‘Shaad. It’s actually uncanny,” Alonzo said as the little girl returned outside with a slew of popsicles in her hands. “I thought you said one popsicle, mama,” He raised an eyebrow as he looked over at her.

“I did! And one for you,” She handed Alonzo a purple one. “And one for uncle Kieran, and uncle Marquis,” She passed out an orange one to Kieran, then a yellow one to Marquis. “And one for Mr. Jermaine,” She passed J a blue one.

“What flavor is this?” J asked.

“Blue raspberry, like mine,” Logan held up her popsicle before she took a quick lick at it. “Auntie BB told me you like that flavor,” She said.

“Auntie was right—it’s my favorite. Thank you Logan,” He smiled softly.

“You’re welcome,” Logan grinned before she gasped. “Oooh, Daddy—can I show Mr. Jermaine the dogs? Please?” She begged.

“Go ahead, ask him if he wanna see them,” Alonzo said.

“You wanna see the dogs?” Logan asked, and took Jermaine’s free hand when he obliged to her request. He got up and allowed her to lead him across the yard to where the dogs were laying in their houses. “The black one is Royal, and the gray one is Onyx,” She pointed them out.

“They’re very nice looking. I had a dog like this when I was a kid,” He watched Onyx come out of his dog house, and he allowed the dog to sniff his hand. “You like dogs, Logan?” He asked.

“Uh-huh. But my mama allergic so I play with them when I come to see granny and pawpaw,” She explained, sitting on the grass. Jermaine sat down next to her and they ate their popsicles while the dogs laid before them. “How did you meet my auntie?” She asked.

“Well, your auntie works for my record label,” He said, and he watched Logan’s eyes widen. “She looks for all the singers and rappers and stuff, and we met around a year ago,” He explained.

“You sing?” She asked.

“I wish. I rap,” Jermaine took a bite at his popsicle before chewing slowly. “And well, when I met your auntie I liked her very much. So we became friends, then I asked her to be my girlfriend,” He added.

“Ooh,” Logan giggled. “Auntie likes you a lot! She gets all smiley when you’re with her. Like my mommy does with my daddy,” She said.

“Really now? You think so?” Jermaine was amused at the little girl’s insight.

“Yep! I like you too. You’re really nice,” She smiled up at him, her lips as blue as could be.

“Well thanks, mama. You’re nice too,” J gave the girl a high-five before they went back to eating their popsicles.

The food eventually got finished—along with the multitude of sides came grilled hot dogs and hamburgers, sausage, beef ribs, chicken, brisket and steak. Along with the traditional Texas barbeque, there was boiled crawfish with potatoes, sausage and corn. For dessert was lemon cake, peach cobbler, fruit salad and ice cream. The family sat down to eat and afterward, they all headed out of the house to do their family tradition.

Jermaine wasn’t too familiar with what they were doing, but followed along just to participate and be a good sport. He drove in the car with Beija and her parents as they led the caravan of three vehicles, and it wasn’t until they reached a cemetery that he realized what they were going to do next.

He got out of the car once it parked, and he helped Beija out of the car as well before he walked with her through the yard, passing the various tombstones and monuments. Eventually they reached the proper tombstone and he read over it in silence—Rashaad Terrell Demarco, 1988-2002. Son, Brother, Friend.

He stood silently as he looked down at Beija, who was staring at the tombstone blankly. He wasn’t sure what she was feeling or what was going through her head as she stared at the final resting place of her older brother, but he knew that he wanted to comfort her. “Hey,” He mumbled, and she snapped out of her trance as she glanced up at him. “You’re okay. It’s okay,” He said, and she bit her lip before he wrapped his arms around her to hug her gently. The family continued to silently pay their respects, leaving fresh flowers and cards at Rashaad’s grave, giving him silent reminder that though his physical presence had been long gone, his memory wasn’t anything close to being forgotten. After they spent some time at the cemetery, they returned home and released some red balloons in front of their home—it was his favorite color.

The day got lighter in heart as it grew into the later hours, and by this time everyone was pretty much in good spirits due to the good food and liquor that passed through the adults. By this time, everyone was out in the back yard, and while Alonzo was helping Logan with the fireworks, everyone else was talking amongst themselves as they waited for the sun to disappear and the fireworks to begin.

Jermaine had been nursing his Hennessy for the longest time, wondering how he would approach Mekhi and what he would say to him. He knew the best policy was honesty, but he was convinced that the man was an impenetrable wall—most men were when it came to their daughters. But J knew he’d have to suck it up and do it. He was too damn old to be scared and cop out. So he slowly got up from his seat and walked over to Mekhi, who was listening to the music playing and smoking a cigar. “Mind if I sit?” He asked.

“It’s a free country, son,” Mekhi said, and Jermaine took a seat before he finished sipping on his drink. “I was wondering when you were going to come over here. It was going to happen eventually,” He said, and J nodded slowly.

“Glad you know. So let’s talk,” J said before swallowing a wad of air, sitting up a little straighter. “I’m sure you probably looking at me crazy. I’m just some dude your daughter brought home, and you’re probably wary,” He began.

“Before you even start, let me just explain something to you,” Mekhi began, and Jermaine raised an eyebrow slowly. “I’ve done my research on you—the moment Beija told me who she was working for, I did my research. I know who you are. I know where you’re from and how you’ve came up,” The older man ran a hand over his shortened curls as he spoke. “I know about your ex-wife, I know about the tabloids, and I know what my daughter allowed me to know about you and her. I know you mean no harm but I am still inclined to question you. Do you understand why?” He asked.

“Because that’s your kid,” J assumed.

“Exactly,” Mekhi looked over at Jermaine after taking a swig of his Red Stripe beer. “I raised my sons with the expectation that they’d be like me. It’s different with Beija; I had more pressure in being the best man I could be for her. What she saw in me would be what she looked for in other men, Jermaine. It forms her opinions on significant others, on herself, on the world around her. I want her to be happier than Alisha and I ever were,” He explained. “You seem like a good guy—you’ve charmed my family, and even got Alonzo to accept you, which is no easy feat. And my daughter...she loves you. I see it in her eyes whenever she speaks of you,” The two glanced at Beija, who was dancing with Chantel in the yard. She laughed loudly as the two began to sing along with the lyrics. “I’ve never seen her so happy...even when she shows us joy, it wasn’t like this...it feels different. She’s different, and I feel like you have something to do with it,” Mekhi admitted.

“I ain’t doin’ much, Mr. Demarco. I just do what I feel is right for her. Her happiness and health means a lot to me,” J explained. “Like I told your son last night—I love her. She means so much to me, and I’m trying to do right by her so that my past doesn’t repeat. I don’t wanna be without her,” He admitted.

“I believe you when you say that,” Mekhi sighed before he looked over at Jermaine again. “Please take care of my daughter. I’m asking you, man to man,” He said.

“Beija’s good. She’s gonna be alright. Even if, God forbid, we don’t last—she’s stronger than you know. But I’m a man of my word. I’m gonna be there for her,” J promised.

“That’s all I ask. If you keep up your word, you’re good with me,” Mekhi held out his hand, and J smiled as they shook hands.

“Hey, come on grouches!” Beija ran over to the men, chuckling as she placed her hands on Jermaine’s shoulders. “Fireworks are about to start. Come on,” She grinned.

“Alright,” He nodded at Mekhi briefly before he took Beija’s hands and allowed her to lead him to a place where they could watch the show clearly.

“I see you and my dad are getting along. I’m so glad,” Beija said with a chuckle as she hugged his torso. “You actually was a big hit with everyone. Even my brothers, I’m so impressed,” She laughed.

“I’m just glad they accepted me. Thank you for bringing me here and letting me experience this with you,” He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Of course,” She chuckled lowly as she rubbed his back, gazing up at him. “You’re a part of my family now, and this is how we do things. Together,” She said.

Jermaine felt this weird warmth overcome him, and he bit into his lip slowly as he nodded slowly. “Family,” He repeated, glancing up as the first firework soared into the sky, displaying colors amongst the night sky. He looked down at Beija as she stared at the sky, her eyes lit up with excitement as the bursting colors reflected in her eyes. J let a smile spread across his face as he stared down at her for a moment, and then looked back down at the sky.

#j cole fanfic #j cole fanfiction #j. cole fanfic #j. cole fanfiction #j. cole ff

[ayyoitsalex]

Chapter 2 - Bay Bay Boy

Making sure all three of our kids gets the adequate attention they need and deserve is a struggle for Sam and I. It's hard especially when they all have interests that don't really intersect anywhere. I feel now both Cole and AJ need some time to feel a little bit special since it might feel like Sam and I are always taking care of Charly. Both our guys are being champs about it and not complaining much, but I can tell sometimes they wish they had some more of our attention. So Sam and I made it a point to take days where one of us spends the day with one of the boys so they have our undivided attention to do something they like. This time it's Cole's turn, and we're doing something even I'm stoked about. I am an absolute freak fan of wrestling, but problem is no one else I know really can relate. Sam will tolerate watching it with me and she'll be entertained, but it's just not something she'll watch on her own. Cole is with me in my fandom. It's nice to have something to bond over since none of his other interests are things I understand. So for our day I had bought tickets to a live event in San Diego. It's not something that's gonna be on TV, but still we're going to be ringside to see our favorite stars. -Saturday morning- I sat up in bed next to Sam who was still asleep. I was just scrolling through my instagram feed, enjoying the little time I had where no one needed anything from me. I was so excited for the show I could barely contain myself, but I had to keep it from Cole until it was time. It was around eight-thirty to my surprise Charly hadn't cried out for anyone to let her out. *CRY I spoke too soon. I hoped she would calm herself down, but to no avail. I had to get up before her crying ended up waking up the boys. Sam stirred next to me so being the good wife I am, slowly got out of bed as not to wake her up too. When I walked into Charly's room I checked to see what was the matter. Low and behold her pink blankie was on the floor. "What's wrong my girl? Do you need mama to get blankie?" Charly nodded still crying. I handed her the blanket which she clutched close to her body. "Do you want to come to mama's room?" She held her arms out, so I picked her up to bring her back. When we got there Sam had woken up and her eyes widened at the sight of Charly. "Is that my Charly!" Sam smiled holding out for her. "Good morning sweetie, and good morning to you too love." She kissed both of us before cuddling Charly on the bed. The small giggles from Charly always made me smile. I crawled back into bed, Charly between both Sam and I. She curled up next to Sam looking at what Sam was doing on her phone. Slowly Charly's eyes started batting slowly before falling back asleep on Sam's chest. *Beep My phone rang next to me with a text message from Elizabeth. "Hey! busy?" The message read. I answered back; "No just relaxing in bed. About to make breakfast soon for the family. What's up?". Elizabeth answered back quickly. "Mom and dad left me at home to hang out with aunt Haley and aunt Alana. YOURE MY ONLY FAMILY LEFT." I laughed quietly to myself. "Okay dramatic, you can come over here and help me make breakfast." Before I could even set my phone down I had gotten another reply. "Well..I was already hoping you'd be awake..so I'm already here LOL." Elizabeth never fails to make me laugh at how crazy she is. I walked downstairs leaving the sleeping Sam and Charly to let in Elizabeth. She stood at the door coffee in one hand, phone in the other, and dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. While she might look like a carbon copy of mom their personalities could not be more opposite. Elizabeth is definitely the wild child of us all, and could not give two fucks about what anyone thinks. "Looks like someone had a fun night at mom and dad's." We hugged before walking into the kitchen. "Aha if by fun you mean did laundry for free and ate food that I didn't buy then yeah totally." "I remember those college days. Atleast you can drive home on the weekend." I opened up the fridge. Elizabeth sat down at the counter keeping me company.  Cole walked donw sleepily before parking himself at the table awaiting food. Sam soon followed with Charly, setting her up in the high chair. "Good morning Cole!" Elizabeth said sweetly sitting next to him. He simply nodded his head and yawned again. Looking slightly annoyed Elizabeth took a short breath. "I SAID GOOD MORNING COLE!" She said directly in his ear before putting him in a headlock. "AGH! GOOD MORNING AUNT LIZ." "What's that? I can't hear you." She proceeded to noogie him as well as Sam and I looked on. "I SAID GOOD MORNING AUNT LIZ!" "Oh okay didn't hear you at first." She kissed his cheek as he fixed his messy hair. "See it didn't have to be so difficult. I'm a simple girl Cole, I just want my nephews to say good morning like they love me. Y'know like they should." AJ jumped off the stairs gliding into the kitchen chipper as always. Elizabeth looked hard at Cole. "Well good morning AJ." Elizabeth said with her arms held out. "Morning auntie Liz." He hugged her tight and even gave a kiss for good measure. Again she turned her attention to Cole. "Y'see that's how it's done there buddy boy." Cole rolled his eyes. I plated up breakfast for the boys and Elizabeth, while stirring a bowl of oatmeal I'd made for Charly. I parked myself directly in front of her determined to get her to eat. I held the spoon out in front of her and it was like I was holding a dirty sock in front of her. Charly turned away from every which way the spoon came from. "Charly you need to eat. See look mama likes it." I took a fake bite to entice her, but no luck. I turned to Cole. "What about brother, see he thinks it's good." I held the spoon to him hoping he'd play along. I mouthed please to him, and he obliged with a bite. "Mmm see so good." There it was, now she wanted it all for herself. I winked at Cole. "Good girl sweetie all finished." I set her out of the high chair to watch a show on tv to keep her occupied. When we we finally finished breakfast it was almost ten. "Hey AJ when you're done can you start taking a shower and getting cleaned up please?" Sam asked from the sink washing the dishes. Cole looked over at me slightly confused. "What about me mom?" Cole asked Sam. AJ stopped from going upstairs to hear the answer as well. "Mm well I'm taking AJ and Charly to the zoo today with nana Renee. You and mommy are doing something else." "Where we going?" Cole turned to me. "Well I was hoping to keep it a surprise but I just can't help myself." I took a deep breath. "We are going to see an NXT show today! We are ringside!" Cole's mouth dropped open and he didn't move for a solid minute before running laps around the living room excited. I knew I'd made the right call. Both Sam and Elizabeth laughed while filming Cole frantically run around chanting "N-X-T". "Aw Cole gets a day alone!" AJ pouted slightly. I looked over at him and waved him over. He walked over slightly dejected before standing in front of me. "Look AJ, this is just something Cole and I like that we get to do together. Like remember when we went to that baseball game last month?" "Yeah but-" "Ah no buts AJ, this is a day for mommy and Cole. Besides you know you'll have fun at the zoo with me, your sister, and nana." AJ nodded his head and continued to head upstairs. "Hey..well if you guys are going to the zoo. Can I come?" Elizabeth asked.   "Sure! I'd love an extra set of hands I'll even spot  your ticket." Elizabeth went to hug Sam. "BEST SISTER IN LAW EVER! I'm gonna head back to mom and dads then for a minute to change. Gotta put on something cute." "Aha I'm telling Sophia  you said that!" Sam laughed. Elizabeth just shrugged her shoulders before heading out. I helped Sam finish cleaning up before getting Charly. I brought Charly upstairs to get her cleaned up and dressed for Sam. Digging through her closet I tried to decide what would be nice for her to wear for this warm day. I settled on an animal themed shirt with some shorts for her to be comfortable. I walked her over to our bathroom to get a quick bath. Charly loves being in the water but hates when it's time to leave. She'll just start screaming before finally just accepting it. But for those few minutes of her just yelling next to my ear it's pure torture. When we finally got back to her room I laid her on the changing table all wrapped up cozy in her towel. "Alright let's get you all changed for mama so you can have fun seeing all the animals." She struggled while I tried changing her into clothes and diaper before just giving in to me. It was all finished when I dried and brushed her hair. "There all clean and cute. Let's get your bag all ready so mama has everything she'll ever need." I packed an extra set of clothes, diapers, wipes, and sunscreen into our backpack. "AJ!" I called out. He walked over to the door and stood before me. "Take this downstairs to the car please." He took the bag along with the keys I had in my hands. I checked in on Cole in the next room to see how he was doing getting ready. To no surprise it was taking slowly. "C'mon bud gotta hustle here. Take a shower and get dressed. Or I might just have to take aunt Liz with me instead." The vague threat got things moving.  Sam took over with Charly to give me a chance to get myself ready. I knew exactly what I wanted to wear. The undisputed era shirt with black jeans and nikes is probably one of my favorite outfit choices. I just feel so cool. Sam looked at me modeling in front of the mirror while holding Charly. "I still can't believe you've convinced me to name our sons after wrestlers." Sam smirked. "It wasn't my intention but you've gotta admit it's funny. Besides if it was really on purpose Adam would've been first then Cole." "Touche. You're just lucky I liked both of those names and didn't use my veto." "I'm so excited babe." I jumped up and down giddy. "So glad he's got something to bond with his mom about. I can't find myself interested in other things eight year olds like." "Yeah it's rough, but hey atleast there's this." Sam started to leave with AJ and Charly. "Okay we're gonna get going. I'll text you when we're on the way home." We kissed before saying bye. "Go say bye to mama." She nudged AJ and leaned Charly over to me while still in her arms. "Mm have a fun day babes." -Driving- We approached the arena and I could see how visibly excited Cole was. "Ready bud?" I asked. He shook his head vigorously. When we made our way into the arena my first idea was to get him a new shirt. "Alright Cole which one?" He scanned the wall of merch and finally pointed his finger. The concession worker picked it up and handed it over to Cole while i paid. He put it on immediately and turned to me. "How do I look?" I smiled. "So cool dude. and that is undisputed." He smiled big at me before giving me a hug. A collective awe from the wwe universe around us made me feel good. I walked around like the best mom. Being in a wwe crowd is like nothing else I've ever been to in my life. It's not like a concert or a regular sporting event, or even a play. It's so fan interactive. Cole and I watched the matches intently screaming as loud as we could whenever we could, chanting along with the crowd and trying hard to get picture with the superstars that would pass by. We were hoping for one in particular, and that was the champ. Then we heard the ominous "SHOCK THE SYSTEM." and we knew what time it was. Cole jumped from his seat and cheered his little heart out. Despite him being the bad guy, Adam Cole is the cool bad guy you just want to be like. When he got into the ring, Cole and I knew when it was time. I pulled my phone out to capture what was going to happen next. Adam Cole got into the ring and stood in the very middle. He threw his hands up and the crowd in attendance roared alongside him "ADAM COLE BAY BAY". When the match ended, Adam Cole marched around the ring and slapped hands with fans at ringside. Cole and I both screamed to get any sort of his attention. Apparently the matching undisputed era gear caught his eye and walked over to us. Cole held his hands out and he stopped in front of us. "What's your name?" He asked Cole. Cole sat there starstruck before answering. "..Cole..Cole Ryan.." He smiled back at Adam. "Like that part of your name. This your mom?" He asked. Cole nodded. "Well she's obviously raised you to have very cool taste." He knelt down near us and unbuckled his championship. "Hold this for me." He draped the title over Cole's shoulder. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was so incredibly happy for Cole. We snapped the picture together then Cole handed the title back. As a parting gift, Adam took the undisputed era arm band off and gave it to Cole. "Cole Ryan bay bay" He said before walking away. Cole fell asleep on the drive home clutching the armband. I felt like tonight I'd done something right as a parent giving my son an experience he's never going to forget. When we got home I carried Cole up to his room, and just laid him in his bed. Sam was still up with Charly on her chest while she watched tv with the sound off. I climbed into bed with them. "He looked like he had an amazing time." Sam said leaning her head on my shoulder. "He was so happy babe.." "Such a good mom." She kissed my forehead before I ended up falling asleep myself. -Monday- I was at my desk in the middle of the day grading papers, but still thinking about the NXT event. I just wanted to be back there. My phone lit up with a number I didn't recognize. "Hello?" I answered confused. "Yes is this Mrs. Ryan?" A voice asked. "Yeah who may I ask is calling please?" "Hello ma'am this is Principal Granger over at Oceancoast elementary. We need you to come down as soon as possible." "Oh my god is everything okay?! Are my sons okay!" I began to panic packing up my things to leave. "Yes this is in regards to your son Cole he is okay. There's been an incident that we'd like to discuss when you arrive here." "I'm on my way." I drove like a mad woman to the school, and I'd already texted Sam that something had happened. When I got to the office there was Cole sitting in the hall with a defeated look on his face. I knelt down in front of him. "Hey sweetie. Everything okay?" He shook his head. "Wanna tell me what happened?" He shook his head again. The principal signaled me into the office. "I'll be right back Cole." I walked in with another parent sitting in the chair opposite of the one empty one. "What's going on here?" I asked as calmly as I could. The other woman leered at me as what i guess was her attempt to be intimidating but I couldn't care less. "There was an altercation between Cole and another student in his class. While neither one is willing to disclose as to what that was we do know there was a scuffle. We do not tolerate that here. However seeing as it is their first incident I'm willing to allow you parents to deal with it. Another incident like this and there will be repercussions." We both nodded and proceeded out. The other parent and I didn't say a word to one another, but I just walked back to Cole. "What happened Cole?" Finally he looked up and opened his hand to a torn Undisputed Era arm band. He sniffled hard and tried to hold back but small tears streamed down his face. I hugged him tight before taking the arm band into my hands. "It's okay Cole..I can fix it." I memorized the face of the woman in the office. This wasn't the last time she's seen me, and that is UNDISPUTED.

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What it&#039;s really like to be widowed twice by the age of 30

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What it's really like to be widowed twice by the age of 30

Jessica Haslem-Bantoft is a full-time mum of three who, while still only 29, has been widowed twice. She lives in Preston, Lancashire, with her sons Toby, eight, George, five, and Barnaby, three. Here she shares the pain of losing first Jason, aged 24, when she was pregnant with their youngest child, and then, earlier this year, second husband Tom, 32.

“I’ve been told numerous times that I look too young to be a widow, however, widowhood doesn’t discriminate on the grounds of age, as I know all too well, having lost two husbands.

I was 25 and 11 weeks pregnant with Barnaby when the dreaded knock on the door came on the night of August 28, 2014.

Jason, my first husband, who I’d known since we were teenagers and married 17 months previously, was working late in his job as a catering engineer, fitting cookers in a primary school.

But, by 9pm, I feared something terrible must have happened because he’d not been responding to my calls and hadn’t rung to say ‘goodnight’ to our sons before bedtime, a ritual he never missed.

I’d been breastfeeding George, who was 21 months old, when I heard the door and, seeing two police officers on our driveway, the panic rose. I said: “It’s about Jason isn’t it?”

When they replied ‘yes’ I shut the door and went upstairs to put our son in his cot – I didn’t want him waking in my arms and seeing me distressed. Back downstairs I asked: “Did he die?” and they responded with the words that were to shatter our young family: “We’re afraid he did”.

Jason had been electrocuted by an oven he was installing in preparation for a scheme entitling all infant school children to free school meals. Hyperventilating as the dreadful news sunk in, all I could say was “But I’m pregnant”.

They called my dad and a friend who came to stay with me and the next few days are a total blur.

Although George was too young to understand, telling Toby, who was due to start school 11 days later, was heartbreaking.

I tried to spare him the details but he became confused, thinking that, at the funeral, daddy would be going up in the sky in a space rocket. I did my best to keep our daily routine as normal as possible – my children had lost their daddy and needed to know they could still depend on their mummy, so I couldn’t fall apart.

Although I had little appetite, I also had to keep eating and look after myself for the sake of our unborn baby.

However, it was many weeks before I could bring myself to wash the dirty clothes which had belonged to Jason, sitting in our linen basket, painfully aware that would be the very last thing I’d ever do for my husband.

Barnaby’s birth the following March was bittersweet. I felt sad that Jason wasn’t there to meet him but his arrival brought such joy into our home that it helped heal some of the hurt.

Life as a single mum of three did, however, present challenges and one of them was keeping on top of the garden at our three-bedroom semi. So, in July 2016, I employed a gardener, a handsome man named Tom who, after learning that I was a widow, invited me on a date.

Although still only 31, he told me that he had beaten lymphoma, twice. We got on brilliantly, sharing the sort of dark sense of dark humour that comes with surviving trauma, but I was initially terrified of falling for him, in case the cancer returned.

But he quickly won me over – reassuring me that he only had a five per cent chance of another recurrence – and was great with my sons. Then, at the beginning of January last year (2017), the thing we’d both feared happened: Tom’s cancer returned.

Still the doctors were optimistic, and a course of chemotherapy successfully killed the tumours.

The next stage of treatment, in May last year, was a stem cell transplant, designed to create new healthy blood cells to replace the cancerous ones. We thought we were out of the woods and were planning to move in together, and eventually marry, when, towards the end of last year, Tom became very unwell.

On Boxing Day, having spent Christmas with us, Tom finally agreed to being admitted to hospital where we discovered that he had graft-versus-host-disease, a serious condition in which the cells from the transplant were attacking his own blood cells.

On January 6, doctors broke the devastating news that Tom only had a couple of days left to live.

He shed a few tears, saying: “But I’m only 32”, before putting on a brave face for his family and me.

Heartbroken, but trying to keep his spirits up, I joked: “You’d do anything to get out of marrying me”.

Tom asked a nurse if we still had time to tie the knot and that evening, as I sat by his hospital bed, a registrar pronounced us husband and wife. I wore a dungaree dress and Tom was in a hospital gown and, ever the comedian, he said: “Well, at least one of us is wearing a white dress”. Heartbreakingly, I held his hand as he took his last breath in the early hours of January 8.

People say that time heals but they’re wrong: I’m still as sad about Jason’s death four years on as I am about Tom’s five months ago. The last few months have been very hard and, having been widowed twice, I’m undergoing therapy to help me deal with anxieties about losing other people I love.

Would I marry again? The thought is terrifying, but I’m a romantic and still live in hope of meeting someone I can grow old with.”

For more information and to connect with others, visit www.widowedandyoung.org.uk