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Good Cop Father (K.H)




“Taylor!” Kenny shouts up the stairs, calling down the last triplet who was holding us all up from leaving. “Adam and Mackenzie were ready before you! We’re gunna be late to London’s dinner!” It’s Kenny’s sister, London’s birthday today and the whole Holland family clan are making their way over to the family’s house.

Taylor, our 5 year old daughter, is normally the ‘good’ child out of our triplets. She’s normally the first ready, the first to wash her hands before a meal and the first to brush her teeth before bed, but today, something’s off. Adam and Mackenzie were ready way before Taylor was. She’s not sick, she’s not hurt, and she’s just… off. She’s not our normal Taylor Reagan Holland.

“Yeah, Taylor!” Mackenzie shouts in a mock, sticking her tongue out at thin air. “We were ready before you! Now, hurry up! I want cake!”

“Shut up, Mackenzie, you stupid idiot!” Taylor shouts back, causing both of her siblings to take a step back in surprise, their eyes wide and their mouths shut. I look over at Kenny, who looks just as surprised as I do. She’s never spoken like that before. Ever.

It’s that damn day care centre. I knew it was a bad idea to send our kids there. There’s one family there, the Klingemann’s, who’re the rudest, most arrogant, pieces of shit people I have ever met. The first day there, the mother, whos name is Helene, gave me the dirtiest look I’ve ever seen, and the oldest one there, who’s 6 and named Piana (really, who names their kid Piana?), thought it would be funny to rip up Taylors drawings she made for her two grandmas.

Mackenzie, being the little 5 year old thug she is, took it upon herself to make Piana sorry for harassing her sister. She ‘accidentally’ spilt black paint all over the brat’s drawings and writings. I’ve always wondered how she’s been like this, she’s only 5 and she’s already mentally attacking kids her age.

It’s nice that she stands up for her siblings, but if she ever gets arrested for doing it, it won’t be so nice anymore.

But yes, the damn Klingemann family have no filter whatsoever. They don’t care what they say, they don’t bother to look around a room before they say something, they should probably start doing that because the day care might ban their kids if they continue teaching the other kids bad words.

I’ll personally ban their kids.

Kenny purses his lips and drops the car keys back into the key bowl, he looks at me once, then starts walking up the stairs to go and find out what’s wrong with our daughter.

Adam lightly pats my leg, slightly tugging on my jean pocket. I look down at him, one of my hands instantly moving to the top of his head, running my fingers through his increasingly long brown hair, much like his fathers. “Mommy, what’s wrong with Taylor?”

“I don’t know, baby, I don’t know…” I sigh, “Why don’t you and Kenzie go and watch a cartoon on my phone for a minute?” I hand him my phone, which he happily takes, and he walks down the hallway into the living room with Mackenzie following quickly behind.

I make sure that they’re inside the other room before I head up the stairs. The kids’ bedroom door is open and I can see Kenny’s brown boots sticking out from where he’s knelt in front of the bed. I hear light sniffles and my boyfriend’s soothing voice, I decide to lean up against the wall and let Kenny deal with this one. I just listen in.

“Auntie London wants you to go, babe, she’s looking forward to seeing you.” Kenny says softly, “Why don’t you want to go?”

“B-because cousin Connie will be there, won’t she?”

“Of course she will, she’s your cousin and also auntie London’s cousin, she wants to be there for her birthday. Why don’t you want to see Connie, Tay?”

“When she came to play last week, she said I was a goody two shoes because I wanted to do my school reading with mommy.” Taylor sniffs, slightly choking on her words. “She said only losers read with their mommies.”

So, that’s why Taylor was so quiet when Connie was here the other day. Normally, they play together so well and they never stop talking and giggling. What changed for Connie that made her become a bitch? She’s only 7.

“Why didn’t you tell me or mommy that she was being mean to you?”

“Because she said that you won’t believe me! She said that you and mommy like her and all my other cousins and Adam and Mackenzie more than you all like me!” My baby is so innocent.

Kenny sighs and Taylor hiccups over her quiet cries, “Tay, me and mommy don’t like Connie or any of your other cousins over you! Mommy and I love you so, so, so much, baby. You shouldn’t listen to anyone who tells you otherwise, because then they’re just a liar!”

“Lying is naughty, daddy.”

“It is naughty, you’re right.”

I hear Taylor take a big breath in, “I would never lie to someone.” My children are amazing.

Each one of the triplets are completely different and it’s amazing. They’re going to be amazing people when they grow up.

“That’s very good of you, it’s very good to be honest. Do you know what Connie was doing?”


“That’s right. She was lying so she could make you upset. You shouldn’t let her get to you, Taylor. Liars do not deserve any attention.”

“Am I a loser because I wanted to read with mommy?” She asks quietly, making my heart clench. Kids can be so fucking horrible for no reason.

I’ll definitely be having a word with Connie’s mother.

Nobody calls my kid a loser.

“Of course you’re not a loser! Reading is cool! If you read with mommy, or even me if you want, then you can learn new words and then, you’ll be really, really smart and you’ll be at the top of your class.”

A small gasp comes from Taylor, “I want to be smart!”

“You already are, sweetie! So, if you keep reading with mommy, you’ll get even smarter.” I can only imagine the look on Taylors face right now, I just know that she’s definitely perked up a lot. A short chat with your dad can do that sometimes. “So, what are you going to do today?”

“Go to auntie London’s party and ignore Connie because she’s mean and a liar and liars don’t deserve my attention.”

“That’s my girl.”

“And if she tries to be mean again, I’ll tell Mackenzie and she’ll pull Connie’s hair.”

Oh God.

We’ll have to watch Connie, Taylor and Mackenzie very closely today. Very, very closely. I’m not getting in trouble for my kid standing up for my other kid.

“Okay, I think that’s enough now, don’t let Mackenzie pull anyone’s hair.”

“Okay…” She sighs. She knows it’s wrong but she loves having a sister that’ll stand up for her whenever she needs. “Can we go now?” Yep, our normal Taylor’s back now.

“Go and get your shoes on, babe.”

Seconds later, Taylor’s running out of her room and walking down the stairs with a little giggle. I’m glad she’s happy again, I don’t know what I’m going to do when she becomes a moody teenager and starts to hate me for no reason. She’s always been the happiest one.

I take a step into the bedroom just as Kenny’s standing up and brushing off his knees. “How did I do?” He asks, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in close to him. “I feel like I did well.” He rests his chin on the top of my head.

With a kiss to his jaw, I respond. “You did so well, I’m proud of you.” Ever since the kids could talk and understand what we’re saying, he’s struggled with telling them off or helping them with their little problems. He grew up with 5 younger sisters and he always did so well with them, but now that he has his own kids, he doesn’t like scolding them. He finds it hard because it always hurts his feelings when they start crying due to him. “Now, if Mack does pull Connie’s hair, I’ll leave you to tell her off.”

“But babe,” He whines. I lightly slap his arm and start walking towards the stairs, pulling him behind me. “I already did something today, it’s your turn she does do it.”

“Hey, I can’t be bad cop all the time.”

“I like it when you’re the bad cop.” The heat instantly spreads across my face.

“Last time you said that, we ended up with triplets.”

“Well, maybe this time we’ll end up with twins.”


Sign The Papers, 2 (S.W)

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One of the officers in front of me presses play on the recording device and states everything she needs to before starting to question me. “Before today’s events, has Mister Wilkinson ever acted in a violent, abusive, malicious way to you before?”

“A few times, yeah, but not like he did today and not recently.”

The second officer notes my answer down on the paper and nods her head, “Can you recall the last time he was like this to you?”

“It was just before we separated, that was the reason I filed for the divorce, which was the last string for me.”

“Can you explain, in as much detail as you can, what happened that day?”

“I was late to pick the kids up from school due to a traffic accident, the school called him and he was forced to go and get them. I ended up getting home quite late in the evening. Sam was pissed because he had to leave the studio, go get them and then cook, wash and put them to bed. We got into an argument, he claimed that I was cheating on him and I decided to be the bigger man and walk away but all that got me was a slap on the cheek and a bump to the head.”

“So, he was like this a lot at home?”

“I wouldn’t say a lot, I would say when things don’t go his way.”

The second officer, Officer Perry, taps her finger against the little pencil and shakes her head. “You shouldn’t try to justify his actions, Miss Y/L/N, what he did was extremely wrong and he is going to pay for his actions.”

“I’m not trying to justify what he did at all! I’m just trying to tell the truth! I’m not going to sit here and make up lies about what he’s done to get him in more trouble. He’s done enough himself.”

I have more than enough evidence to get him at least 5 years behind bars just for what happened earlier today. My nosey neighbours really did save the day. One of them recorded the whole ordeal (turns out she records them all just in case anything was to happen, creepy, but really fucking life-saving), another stayed on the phone with the police until the car arrived and another managed to get Ryan and Adrianna away from the house and to safety.

I have never been more thankful for my nosey neighbours.

“Well, that’s very admirable of you.” The officer smiles slightly, pressing the tip of her pencil against her paper. I know a few people that would add in some extra details to make his sentence worse, but he’s done enough by himself to get a long time behind bars. “Was this the first time you’ve ever witnessed him abuse the children in the home?”


Officer Lourdes nods his head, “We have some information here that we need to share with you. It involves your three children, and three other children of Mister Wilkinson’s.”

“What? Why? What is it?”

He pushes forwards a file that’s chock-full of different documents and photos. He encourages me to open it up and look through.

And I cannot believe my eyes at what is in here.

“Chantel Karanikolaou, Taylor Loughlin and Russell Wilkinson have already come in with their primary carers to be interviewed about their father regarding this case, and it turns out that Russell and Taylor were both physically and mentally abused by their father. Miss Anastasia Karanikolaou, Chantel’s mother, was also physically and sexually abused.

“Miss Karanikolaou pressed charges in April of 2009 but Mister Wilkinson was nowhere to be found during the time and after 3 months of no contact, the judge then dropped the charges. Did you know about this?”

Sammy abused Stass? What exactly did he do to her? Oh my God.

“My son was born in 2009 and we moved back to Nebraska in April of the same year… Holy crap.”

“We have photo evidence of Mister Wilkinson hitting his son, Russell, and bruising his body. His school was the first to contact us after they saw his bruises and then his mother came in with the exact same markings on her face and limbs.”

Russell is only 5. He’s 5 years old and he’s getting attacked like that. I feel fucking sick. I’m married to a sick, sick man who refuses to let me depart from him.

And Taylor… She’s 6. I can’t believe what I’m hearing, and what I’m seeing. For the first time in my life, I feel sympathy for the other women in my husband’s life. I always hated them for what they did to my marriage, but they’ve had it so much worse than I have.

So much fucking worse.

“When we were speaking to your children, Ryan told us that Sam has always acted viciously to them when you weren’t around. Adrianna even showed Officer Perry a scar on her left arm that her father gave her by putting out a cigarette on her arm.”


“I under-“

“I’m going to fucking kill him- shit, like, I’m not actually going to murder him, but I seriously wish I could! I can’t believe what he’s done! He’s evil!”

I am so fucking angry! I’m worse than angry, I’m infuriated. I’m fucking worse than infuriated, but I’m too angry to think of any other words right now. God, I’m going to fucking smile when I see him in handcuffs, being dragged out of the courtroom and into prison.

I’m going to go straight to my lawyer – the one who hasn’t fucking bothered to show up yet – and file for a restraining order, and get him to sign those fucking papers.

There is no way I’m going to stay married to this motherfucker. Nobody could pay me enough, guilt trip me enough or brainwash me enough to stay with him.

I’m going to file for full custody of my children and I will fight alongside Stass, Samantha (Taylor’s mother) and Naomi (Russell’s mother) to make sure that he can never see any of our children, or us, ever again.

Sam was such a nice, kind person when we first met. During our first few months together, he was so generous and kind-hearted all the time, we only ever had a few arguments but we usually made up a few hours later. It wasn’t until year 3 of our 11 year relationship that he turned into an asshole and started to shout and scream a lot.

That was the same year that we had Adrianna, also the same year that Chantel was born. I have no clue when he started cheating on me, but he proposed to me in year 4, on our 4th anniversary. A few weeks after that, he slapped me for the first time and started crying for me to forgive him.

Stupidly, I did.

And clearly, it wasn’t the last time that he was violent.

He never once attacked me, though, it was just small hits and kicks here and there, and he never once forced me to do anything sexually with him. I can’t believe that he attacked and abused Stass, and Naomi. God, and the other three kids!

Fuck, I feel so fucking stupid.

I bet that’s why he’s always late to pick the kids up. He always says he’s at his lawyers, and I reckon that that’s true, but not because he’s trying to find a way to ‘legally not sign the papers’ because that excuse is utter bullshit. I think it’s because he’s trying to find his way through all of these lawsuits his baby mamas have filed against him.

There are probably more woman that have been abused by him, too.

I feel dumb for not knowing about any of this. I can’t believe my kids wouldn’t tell me that he’s been mean and horrible to them! He scarred my daughters skin for life and she’s found a way to hide it from me for fucking months.

“There is one last question that we need to ask.”

“Go ahead.”

“Can you tell us how your relationship with Mister Wilkinson started and how he changed over the years, becoming the man he is today?”

Southpaw #4

Summary: Flashback to how Bucky met the reader.
Characters in this chapter: Bucky Barnes, Female Reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, & Tony Stark.
Word Count: 1,298
Warnings: Language, angst.
Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of a Dean Winchester AU called Against the Ropes. Picture and GIF not mine. Yours? Let me know.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 

8 years ago

It wasn’t every day that a suit walked into the gym, let alone a suit in a pencil skirt and heels. She strode through the gym -all business and no play- and straight into Tony’s office. With her heels clicking through the suddenly empty gym, Bucky, with his bottom lip between his teeth, watched the way her hips swayed.

Steve landed a punch into Bucky’s palm. “Seriously, Buck?”

Chuckling, Bucky turned his attention back to his friend. “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t look.”

Pursing his lips, Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m with Peggy.”

Bucky slapped the black sparring gloves together. “You’re coming up on what, two years?”

“Three, end of this month.” Steve threw a right cross, forcing Bucky back a step.

“You know I won’t judge you for looking.”

With a grunt, Steve threw a right, right, left, uppercut combination that Bucky wasn’t expecting. “Buck, stop.”

Bucky chuckled, making his voice rich and relaxed, “Easy brother, you know I’m only yanking your leg.”

Tony, suddenly next to the ring, cleared his throat, “Bucky, my office.”

“Gimme ten, Stark.” He deflected Steve’s rapid punches. Man, his used-to-be-smaller best friend was getting the hang of this.

“Now, Barnes.”

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anonymous asked:

Rosy hi,can you exacly say what Eliza said in this con? bc i'm so confuse she said she never love again,Lx was the love of her life?,please for those fans that are losing their hopes,what it's the truth that she said, and you still think Bellarke it's gonna happen? bc for a part i think she said that bc she needs to be careful with her words for the clx but for other reason i think if it all this is true? and 3 seas of Bellarke develop for nothing?the show it's gonna sink if they go on with Clx.

I woke up to so many asks about this. I have to say, everyone is freaking out over nothing. We already know the C/L fans are rude and manipulate what is actually said in order to fit their ship. We already know that what happens in cons and interviews and on twitter is not canon and is instead marketing. We already know that Eliza is in a delicate place stuck between her job as an actress and a group of fans that are obsessive and aggressive.

So this is the only time I’m going to talk about this today. First this is a transcript from that panel that @abazethe100 shared.

Hey, this is what Eliza ACTUALLY said about if Clarke will have a “new relationship” next season:

“I don’t know. I don’t know if that’s a possibility for her given with what she’s been through. I hope it is, but ummm… in honor of L/xa ummm… it would be … I think it would be hard for fans. So I don’t know. I want her to be happy though … so ya’know, which it is The 100 (implying no one is allowed to be happy on The 100 for long) *laugh* I have no idea. [X]

Second: Here is the video from the panel

Third: Leave Eliza alone. Do not get angry at her for saying things you don’t like (if in fact she’s actually saying those things, which it seems like she’s not, but rather people are interpreting her words to fit their particular head canons.) Even if she is saying those things, it doesn’t necessarily mean what you think it does. Remember the trouble the CL fans got into for taking interviews and social media out of context and as canon. Just stop.

Fourth: Stop spreading all this nonsense. This is the same old ship wars stuff again. There is no reason for this. The new season won’t even have C/L in it at all. It’s going to be about the delinquents, together. Whatever happens with the delinquents, you can make your own prediction. Ignore the antis. They LITERALLY have nothing left to fight about, their ship is over. It was canon and now it’s gone and the story continues on. All they can do is try to make Bellarkers feel bad. But we have nothing to feel bad about. 

When you give them an audience for their ship war nonsense, you are giving them a voice and attention and you are actually making them valid again. You’re fighting people over their fanon, when you have canon. Let them continue on with their delusions about some poor 18 year old girl who should just shrivel up and die.  We know they are wrong, because YIKES. What an awful thought, that anyone’s life should be over because they lost a love interest. Enough with that. This isn’t even a romance story, it’s an action story.

So this is what I am saying. Don’t listen to the marketing, or how Eliza is trying to get around the negative attentions of some people. 

Focus instead upon the POSITIVE.

Don’t like how mean the C/Ls are being to Eliza? Flood social media with how awesome you think Eliza is, how wonderful it is that she and Bob got the chemistry nod. Praise Bob. Praise all of them, frankly. 

Don’t fight negativity with more negativity. IGNORE THE BITCHES. Fight negativity with rainbows and unicorns and happiness and representation and how great you think the story is and the chemistry of Bellarke and the building romance and the amazing delinquents. Support bisexual representation. Talk about how you feel Clarke, Bellamy, Raven, Miller and the rest are good representation for you. Talk about how you see yourselves in them. Even how wonderful L was, as she was part of Clarke’s development that has gotten her this far… if that’s how you want to look at it. 

Originally posted by pastel-biatchs