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[herlovelyheart]

Laundry Room - Laundry Mid-sized modern laundry room image with multicolored floor and l-shaped ceramic tile, an undermount sink, blue cabinets, beige walls, a side-by-side washer and dryer, beige countertops, and quartz countertops.

[kingwenish]

Laundry Laundry Room Toronto Dedicated laundry room - mid-sized modern single-wall porcelain tile and gray floor dedicated laundry room idea with a drop-in sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, solid surface countertops, gray walls, a side-by-side washer/dryer and gray countertops

[mezzoalex]

Laundry - Laundry Room Ideas for a mid-sized, classic laundry room remodel with a single-wall porcelain tile, a gray floor, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, white walls, a side-by-side washer and dryer, and white countertops.

[qinzimos]

Laundry Laundry Room Toronto Dedicated laundry room - mid-sized modern single-wall porcelain tile and gray floor dedicated laundry room idea with a drop-in sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, solid surface countertops, gray walls, a side-by-side washer/dryer and gray countertops

[nsfshews]

Laundry Multiuse Houston

Utility room - large transitional galley porcelain tile and black floor utility room idea with an undermount sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, white walls, a side-by-side washer/dryer and black countertops

[densetsu-no-stahpenisu]

Laundry Laundry Room in New York Example of a large, beach-style laundry room with recessed-panel cabinets, blue cabinets, quartz countertops, white walls, a side-by-side washer and dryer, and white countertops, as well as a multicolored, l-shaped ceramic tile floor.

[shakespeareanwannabe]

As You Wish, Chapter 17

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, angst (so much angst I made myself cry), panic attack, drinking, sadness, reference to divorce, kids breaking your heart, references to babies, swearing, references to the military, fighting and marital strife, PPD, references to sex (but nothing explicit)

Seresin Residence, Miramar, 12 years ago

Jake sighed as he pulled his truck into the driveway of the little beach bungalow he had scrimped and saved to buy for his family. Normally, he was excited to get home after a long day of training, but lately? Lately, it seemed like all they did was fight. Some days, it was him fighting and Buttercup sitting there, taking it. Others, it was all out warfare, each of them screaming at each other. And after the fight they had had that morning, Jake wasn’t too pleased to be home.

The fight had worn on him all day. He had been absolute shit in the cockpit because of it, and he’d already had a verbal dressing down by just about everyone. Cyclone and Warlock had ripped into him pretty good. Rooster and Phoenix had taken pleasure in seeing him knocked down a peg or five. Maverick had only shaken his head at him in disappointment, and that had probably hurt the most.

With a groan, Jake got out of his truck and grabbed his duffle, heading to the front door. Three months ago, he would have kicked his boots off with a playful, “Honey, I’m home!” before racing to snuggle his daughters, pecking his wife on the lips as he went. But not today. Today, he toed his boots off and tossed his duffle into the laundry room.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Maybe they were all asleep. He wouldn’t be mad about it if they were. Maybe if Buttercup got some quality sleep, she’d be in a better mood.

Jake sighed and flipped on the light in the living room, startled when he spotted Buttercup sitting in her preferred armchair.

“Hey,” he drawled. “You surprised me. I thought you were asleep. Where are the girls?”

“Asleep,” she murmured, eyes tracking him as he grabbed a beer from the kitchen.

“Good. They eat okay today?”

“Charlie doesn’t like not breastfeeding, but she’s getting used to it. Abby’s still not eating enough.”

Jake ignored her cold, indifferent tone. “She’ll get there.” He flopped onto the couch and reached for the remote.

“Jake…”

“Buttercup, it’s been a long day,” he groaned. “I really don’t want to fight tonight. The girls are asleep. Go have a bath or something, let me watch TV, and I’ll order us a pizza for dinner. Okay?”

“So, that’s it then?” Finally, her voice had a touch of a bite to it. “No comment, no nothing from you? You said no and that’s that? Your word is law?”

Jake groaned and let his hand flop back onto the sofa. “I don’t know what else you expected me to say. I’m part of the U.S. Navy. Meaning I have to be in the United States. I can’t move to England just because you got a job interview for a publishing job. There are dozens of publishers that are stateside. Why not go for one of them? I’m sure they’d let you work remotely. I don’t see why you want to move to a different continent.”

“They’re the only ones who have offered to take a look at my writing on top of my publishing responsibilities,” she hissed. “Which you would know if you paid any attention to me.”

“Okay, so you can do your whole writing thing from anywhere, can’t you? Skip the whole publisher thing and focus on writing! When you’re done writing or whatever, you can send it to a publisher! You’d at least get to stay with me that way!”

“How am I supposed to focus on my writing, Jake? I barely get a chance to breathe, let alone sit down at a computer and write!” Buttercup’s voice was weak and desperate, and grating on Jake’s nerves. He hated it when she sounded like that, and she’d been sounding like it more and more. He would’ve done anything to make it better, but he was too tired to try. “You’re not around during the day, so you don’t know what its like! One of them always needs me, and Charlie is fussy, and Abby’s not eating enough, and I can barely breathe! And you want me to what? Follow you around from base to base, taking care of our daughters on my own while you’re on deployment after deployment?”

“That is what you signed up for when you married me!” Jake shouted, his frustration and exhaustion finally bubbling over. “I thought you would’ve known that based on how often your brother gets to go home! This is what it means to be in a military family! This is what you signed up for!”

“I signed up for you!” she shouted. “I signed up for a man who loves me, who is home to share the load with me! Not a man who has his head shoved so far up Uncle Sam’s ass that he can’t see the sun!”

“Don’t you dare!” Jake stood. “Everything I do is for the safety of this country and for you and our daughters. Don’t you want our girls to grow up in a country that is safe?”

“I would rather our daughters grow up knowing their father! They barely see you anymore! And it’s only going to get worse as they get older!”

“I’ll be promoted by the time that they’re older! That means less time deployed!”

Buttercup was shaking her head, shrinking back in her seat. “You’ll never give up flying, Jake. You wouldn’t take a promotion that meant you were grounded. It’s not who you are.” Buttercup’s voice shook. “Just like sitting at home, waiting for my husband to come back while I take care of our home and children isn’t who I am. I need more.”

Jake scoffed, red creeping into the edges of his vision. He felt like he was running on autopilot, unable to stop himself or control his anger. “So, what? We’re not enough for you?”

“Don’t do that!” Buttercup snapped. “Our family is everything to me, but I need more! I need something outside of just being a mom and your wife!”

“Okay, so London is that then? Will London be enough for you?” Jake was wrangling every ounce of his strength to pull himself back, to not do this. They were both tired, both stressed. She hadn’t been herself since the babies were born, and it didn’t help that he had been deployed when they had sworn to him that he would be grounded for his first few months of fatherhood. If they could just get on the same page again, everything would be okay. But that would only happen if he could get Hangman to take a backseat and let Jake handle this.

Buttercup’s eyes flooded at his mocking tone. “Fuck you, Jake.”

Loud cries echoed through the house and Jake huffed before heading down the hall. “Go take a bath, Buttercup. I’ll take care of the girls.”

In the nursery, Jake pulled Charlie into his arms and sighed, rocking his red-faced baby girl in his arms. It would all be okay. The first year was always going to be the hardest. If they could make it through that, they would be stronger than ever.

It didn’t hit Jake that it was too late until a few days later, when he came home to find a teary-eyed Buttercup standing in the kitchen, handing him a pile of divorce papers.

Seresin Ranch, Clifton, Texas, Now

Early morning sunshine danced across her eyelids, and she tried to bury her face in the pillow beside her. It was way too freaking early to be conscious after the night she’d had, she was bone tired, and she was sore in a deeply satisfying way. The dull ache in her muscles and the muted throbbing between her thighs were better than any soreness she had ever gotten from an extended workout. It was an ache that she hadn’t felt in years.

Stretching like a cat, Buttercup slowly sat up against the headboard and blinked against the sun streaming through the grey curtains, and three things hit her in quick succession.

She was not in her bedroom. Her curtains were not grey, and her window did not face east.

She was naked. Her usual t-shirt and shorts were absent as the cool cotton sheets kissed her skin.

The soreness she was feeling was accompanied by a series of hickies and bruises that decorated her body like confetti. Her neck, her chest, her breasts, her stomach, and her inner thighs were littered with the dark purple marks, leaving her feeling like a teenager the night after prom.

Buttercup felt her stomach roil as the memories from the previous night washed over her like a tidal wave. The barbecue, fighting with Jake, dancing with Jake, having 3 a.m. grilled cheese with Jake and splitting a beer with him before giving him permission to kiss her…Jake carrying her to his bedroom and making love to her sweetly and gently, then rolling her over and fucking her hard, then taking her again in the softest, tenderest way as the sun slowly began to rise.

What had she done? What had she done? This wasn’t who she was. She had never been the type of person who just fell into bed with a guy, and certainly not when that guy was her ex-husband. But then, she had always been helpless against him. Back before things had soured between them, she had been almost as good as Maverick at keeping all of the Daggers in line, but one flash of those bright green eyes and those dimples, and she was basically Jello. She had never been able to tell him ‘no’, except for once.

Buttercup pulled her legs up tight against her chest and pressed the heels of her palms into her closed eyes until she saw stars. She was so stupid. So weak. She had put in over a decade of work to make herself stronger, strong enough to withstand being alone, strong enough to be a single mother, strong enough to hold her ground against him. And yet, like a teenage girl, she caved at the sight of gleaming abs and a cocky grin, and the sound of sweet nothings he had whispered in her ear.

What would the girls think if they found out? Would they think they were getting back together? Of course they would, that had been their plan since the beginning. But a one-night stand did not a relationship make, and neither did attraction. Attraction and chemistry had never been their problem. Communication had been, and, though they had clearly gotten better at it over the past decade, it didn’t solve all the problems that still remained between them. Past hurts and past histories and words that had been said that couldn’t be taken back.

God, how she wished she could take them back. She had been sick in the head and sick in the heart when she had uttered those poisoned words to him, wanting him to feel like she did in the most toxic way. She was toxic to him, not the other way around like so many had thought would happen. Her own brother had warned her away from Jake Seresin the minute they met, cautioning her that he would ruin her life, but he hadn’t. He had given her the greatest year and a half of her life and two daughters that she wouldn’t trade for the world. She was the one who ruined him. Just like her nickname, she was a poison, and she would only destroy him more if she stuck around.

Tears began to well in her eyes, but Buttercup quickly dashed them away as she scrambled from Jake’s bed and began searching for her clothes, which she found neatly folded on the antique wingback chair in the corner of the room. Her heart ached at the sweetness of this man, who had opened his home to her for a week so they could both get quality time with their daughters, who had ended his engagement because his fiancée had been cruel to their girls. He didn’t deserve this. Maybe the old Hangman had been cocky and brash and bold, maybe Hangman had left a trail of broken hearts behind him, but her Jake didn’t deserve to have his heart broken because she was so weak and selfish. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving him, of only seeing him at events for the girls, of eventually seeing him engaged to a woman who did deserve him. But she didn’t deserve him. She wasn’t strong enough to be his reason for living once the girls graduated.

The realization had her slowly pulling her clothes on, choking back sobs and dashing her tears away. He needed more than her. He needed someone who was strong enough to hold him up while he figured out what he wanted to do with his life once the girls had moved on. He needed someone who wouldn’t panic at the very suggestion of him going back to the Navy. She needed to walk away so that he could find that person. Despite the pain lancing through her heart and the heaviness in her limbs, she had to. She wouldn’t poison him anymore. Not when she…

More tears streamed down her face as she stumbled into his ensuite and desperately tried to make herself look like less of a heartbroken mess. He would be okay and, eventually, so would she. The girls would struggle, but she would fight like hell to make sure her girls still had so much love and support from both of their parents, even if they lived on opposite sides of the globe. They wouldn’t suffer just because their mother was toxic.

A deep wash of her face and multiple splashes of cool water later, Buttercup, resolved and heartbroken, strolled out of the bedroom and made her way back to the kitchen, finding her daughters sitting at the island while Jake flipped pancakes.

“Morning, Mom!”

“Morning, Mum!”

“Hey, darlin’,” Jake followed up the sweet chorus of their daughters’ voices with a shy grin, so unlike him but still so fitting that it made the ache in her chest deepen. “Did you sleep okay?”

Buttercup fought to keep her face straight as she regarded him with as much cool indifference as she could muster. “Yes, thank you. And good thing too. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

Plates clattered as Charlie set the island for breakfast. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

Buttercup fought the pain and panic rising in her throat as she looked at the smiling figures of her broken family. “A-Abby and I are going home tomorrow,” she croaked out. “Our flight leaves at 9 p.m.”

Silence fell like a heavy, suffocating fog over the kitchen. Abby had frozen in her seat, a juicy red grape dangling almost comically from her fingers halfway between the bowl and her mouth. Charlie wasn’t doing much better, a plate suspended in midair while her face flushed. And Jake? She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, to see the anger or pity or fury that was undoubtedly marring his handsome features.

It was Charlie who broke the silence first. “What?”

The question was so simple, but Buttercup had to brace herself before answering. “We promised you a week together, and it’s been a week. Our flight has always been leaving tomorrow.” She managed a weak smile at her daughters. “I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun.”

“Mum…” Buttercup’s heart nearly shattered at the broken, pleading sound of her baby’s voice. “Couldn’t we stay? Please?”

For the time being, Buttercup was winning the losing battle against the tears that were clogging her throat and flooding her eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we can’t. You start school next week and I have deadlines to meet. Uncle Bob and Auntie Nat have to go back to work too. But your dad and I have figured out a good schedule for visiting. You get more school vacation than Charlie does, so you’ll get to come here for a few breaks, and Charlie will get to come visit us when she has breaks, and then we’re going to split the summer in half, okay? I—” Buttercup’s voice cracked, and she turned her eyes skyward to prevent the tears from falling again. “I know it’s not what you want, but it’s the best we can do.”

“That’s BULLSHIT!” Charlie’s cry was loud and harsh. “That’s complete bullshit! You could both stay! Everyone should stay!”

Buttercup’s breath stuttered in her chest as she looked at her daughter, so full of pain and anger. “I know that you wish we could, sweetheart, but we can’t. I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry?” Charlie was crying now, hot tears running down her red cheeks. “I only get two weeks with you after 12 years and now you’re leaving and you’re sorry? That’s bullshit!”

“Charlie…” Jake’s voice was a soft warning.

“What?” She whirled on her dad. “It is! She could stay here if she really wanted to! But she doesn’t! She doesn’t care. Not about you or me or anyone! If she cared, she wouldn’t have left us in the first place!”

“Charlie…” Buttercup couldn’t stand the way her voice crackled with tears. “Charlie, I—”

“I hate you!” Charlie turned on her, green eyes full of anguish. “I hate you!”

“That’s enough!” Jake didn’t yell, but his voice held that military tone that immediately silenced everyone in the kitchen, save for Charlie’s ragged breathing and Abby’s soft sniffles. “You do not get to talk to your mother that way. You can be angry all you want, but this is a joint decision between your mother and I, so if you hate her then you hate me too. And no matter how you feel about us, I know that I taught you respect. We do not lash out at other people because of the way we are feeling in this family. We talk it out, and if we can’t manage how we’re feeling then we take a beat before we have a calm conversation. So, go take a beat. Take a lap of the ranch and cool off, Charlie.” Jake’s tone was no-nonsense and left no room for argument. Chest heaving, Charlie stomped away and let the door slam behind her. Jake sighed and looked at his oldest daughter, sniffling quietly in her seat. “Why don’t you go with her, Abby?” His voice was gentler now. “I think maybe some fresh air and a walk will do you both some good.”

Not saying anything, Abby nodded meekly and shuffled out of the kitchen, the front door barely clicking shut in comparison to the slam that had rocked everyone to their very foundations.

Buttercup stood stock still in the kitchen doorway, hand wrapped around her throat as she fought the tears that were falling slowly.

“Buttercup…” She flinched violently away from Jake’s gentle hand on her elbow, and he held his hands up. “Buttercup, it’s alright. It’s all gonna be alright.”

She shook her head, clutching at her throat to get the words out. “She’s right. It’s all my fault.”

“Now, I thought I told you I didn’t want to hear any of that anymore,” Jake said, gently but with a hint of stern resolve. “Now, why don’t we sit down and talk about this?”

“There’s really nothing to talk about, Jake.” Buttercup’s sigh was bone-weary as she sank into one of the island stools. “We have to go home. Abby’s got school, Bob and Nat have work, I have deadlines that I’m already behind on and signings I promised to do months ago and they want me to do edits for a script for one of my novels…We promised them a week together, and that’s what they got.” She shrugged helplessly. “There’s nothing we can do to change that.”

“I get where you’re coming from, darlin’, I do…” Jake leaned against the island across from her. “But…it wouldn’t be too difficult to get Abby signed up for school here, and Bob and Phoenix are grown ups, they don’t need you to take them home. And you…” He sighed heavily. “You can write from anywhere, so why can’t you write here with us?”

Buttercup’s heart cracked wide open, years of heartbreak and loneliness and anger pouring out of her like hot lava. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that again! What about the life I’ve built for myself? My professional reputation? My friends? Abby’s friends? I have a life in London! I like my life in London!”

“I know that.” Jake kept his voice even and calm, even as he wanted to reach out and calm her. “I know I fucked it up the first time. I know I didn’t get it the first time, how much the job and the move and everything meant to you back then. But you’re an award-winning author now, Buttercup. You’re like…number one draft pick in the NFL. You would have dozens of publishers falling all over themselves and each other to publish your stories now. Hell, with the way technology has improved in the last decade, nothing would stop you from keeping your publisher in London and Zooming into meetings with them from here. Isn’t it at least an option?”

Everything he was saying made perfect sense. It was all logical and well thought out, and, for a moment, she could picture it. Staying in Clifton, on the ranch. Turning the guest bedroom into an office for her to write out of while staring out at the pretty scenery, waking every morning in the cradle of Jake’s arms and cuddling with him until their daughters dragged them from bed. Giving them a real shot.

But a real shot meant the possibility of real pain. Pain that she had barely healed from the first time. Pain that she had put him through. Pain that he didn’t deserve. He didn’t deserve any of it, but to protect him, she would have to hurt him.

“I can’t just give up my job, my life because of a one-night stand.” Her voice was cold, belying the white-hot pain that was shooting through her heart, her very soul.

“I thought I meant more to you than that?”

She could hear the pain in his voice and ducked her head, refusing to meet his eyes. “You do…” she whispered, so quiet that he wouldn’t be able to hear her. The words “You did” came at a louder volume. “But I worked too hard to get to where I am now, and so did you.” She gulped down air, feeling like the walls were closing in on her. “I…I finally healed from everything we put each other through, and we can’t just fall back together again because it’s easy.”

Jake scrubbed a hand over his face. He knew what she was talking about. They had put each other through a lot, and it had taken over a decade to even start to heal from that, but they had healed. Wasn’t he worth giving it another go? Weren’t the girls worth trying for? He tamped down the anger he felt growing in his gut and asked, “When have we ever been easy?”

“You know what I mean, Jake.” Her sigh was heavy, bowing her shoulders like she was carrying the weight of the world. “We’re familiar. We’ve been living in the same house for a week, and, in a moment of weakness, we let ourselves fall back into old habits. And it felt good. But we’ve been down this road before. We know what lies at the end of it.” Tears pricked her eyes again and she blinked them back. “Besides, you were just engaged to another woman. You were planning on going back to the Navy. I…I can’t be the thing you hold onto just because you’re afraid of what your life will look like in six years.”

Jake felt the anger within him rise, and he relied on every ounce of his military training to remain composed, to not let the anger seep into his voice. “I don’t think I’m the one who is afraid here. You’re running.”

“Jake—”

Despite the way she was shaking her head, hands covering her face, Jake moved around the island and gently put his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. “I know you felt something last night. I felt it too. Just because we didn’t work out the first time, doesn’t mean we won’t work out this time. You don’t have to be afraid of what might happen either, sweetheart.” His voice was filled with so much warmth and passion that Buttercup felt the tears fall faster and harder down her cheeks. This sweet man. She had never deserved him. His hands stroked her upper arms as he continued. “You’ve done such a good job on your own. Abby is incredible and your books…” Jake shook his head in amazement. “You’re incredible. But you don’t have to be strong and do it all on your own anymore. I know you can, but you don’t have to. Let me help. Just stay and let me help.” He was begging and he knew it, but he couldn’t help the tightness in his chest that told him that he had to convince her to stay. That he couldn’t lose her again. “I know you felt it last night,” he ended in a murmur.

Buttercup buried her head in her hands and sobbed. He was saying all the right words and she could feel the warmth and kindness pouring out of him, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she would ruin it all again. “I…I can’t,” she cried. “We have to be the adults here. I can’t just leave my life behind and stay with you. Not again. We tried that once and it didn’t work, and we owe it to our girls to be better this time. We have to be better this time. For them. What we want doesn’t matter.”

Breath whooshed out of Jake’s lungs as he took her in. His Buttercup looked so small and broken, sobbing at his kitchen island. He had done that to her. He had broken his strong, independent, fiercely loyal and kind woman. No matter how badly he wanted to keep her, he couldn’t hold her back again. “This…this is really what you want?”

With doubt clogging her throat, she murmured, “It is.”

Jake’s shoulders bowed, and he grunted to clear the tingling in his throat and in the bridge of his nose. “Then…as you wish, I guess.”

Buttercup nearly ran down the path towards the dude ranch cabins. After a tense breakfast, one where no one said anything to each other, Buttercup got changed and got out of the ranch house as quickly as she possibly could. She felt like she couldn’t breathe with the weight of Jake’s disappointed gaze upon her and Charlie’s hate-filled words hanging in the air around them. Not even her sweet Abby had been able to look her in the eye, so she fled the moment it was acceptable to do so.

Now, she was marching to her brother’s cabin to talk to him and his best friend, to get some sort of reassurance that she was doing the right thing. She quickly climbed the two steps up and came up short when the door swung open, Javy emerging in his jeans, carrying his shirt from last night.

“Oh…” They both froze and stared at each other. “Hey Buttercup.”

“Hey Javy…”

“You, uh…” Javy shuffled his feet. “You good?”

“Not really,” she admitted, staring down at her toes. “Is Nat in there? Or Bob?”

“Bob spent the night in Mickey’s cabin with him and Yale. But Nat…” A shy smile pulled at Javy’s lips as he shrugged. “She’s asleep upstairs. I’ve gotta run to practice though. Can you tell her I said goodbye? And that I’ll see her for dinner tonight?”

Despite her own broken heart, Buttercup found herself smiling. “I’m glad you two were able to work it out. I’ll let her know.”

“Thanks, Buttercup.” He grinned and placed a light jab against her shoulder as he passed. “And hey? I’m sure whatever’s bugging you will work itself out in the end.”

“I don’t think so, Javy. But thanks.”

Buttercup let herself into the quaint little cabin and headed straight for the bedroom, where her friend was just waking up. Buttercup thanked whatever not-completely-evil god that was out there that her friend was wearing a t-shirt. After the morning she’d had, the last thing she wanted was to have her friend flash her by accident.

“Hey…” Natasha yawned as she stretched her arms over her head. “What’re you doin’ here? Where’s—” Natasha cut herself off, looking away from Buttercup.

“Javy had football practice. He says he’ll see you for dinner.” That was all Buttercup managed to get out before flopping onto the bed and sobbing.

“Jesus Christ, B!” Natasha scrambled up and pulled her crying friend into her lap. “What the hell?” A gentle hand ran up and down the length of Buttercup’s spine. “You’re alright, girl. C’mon.”

“J-Jake and I hooked up last night,” Buttercup blubbered, burying her face into the plaid comforter that covered her friend’s lap.

“And…was it…not good?” Try as she might, Natasha was struggling to see the problem.

“It was great!”

Both ladies were surprised at the strength of Buttercup’s sobs. It was unlike her to cry so much, but clearly, she had to exorcise some demons, and crying seemed to be the best way to get them out.

Natasha sighed and patted her friend on the back. “Then I am confused.”

“Join the fucking club…” Buttercup muttered, wiping her face on the bedspread before sitting up, her tear ducts seemingly empty. “We…we’re going home tomorrow. I can’t believe I was so stupid as to hook up with my ex-husband right before we’re going back home.”

“Not gonna lie, lady, but you were basically eye-fucking him all night. I’m not surprised that you two fell into bed together. The sexual tension was too great.” Natasha propped herself up against the oak headboard and stared at her friend. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Lots of couples do one last fuck fest after a breakup or divorce.”

“Is that what you and Javy were doing last night?” Buttercup bit out, no malice in her voice, only exhaustion.

Natasha bit her lip. “Actually…it was more of a ‘lets try this thing again’ than a ‘lets get this thing out of our systems’.”

Buttercup blinked her bloodshot eyes. “How are you two going to try it again when our flight leaves tomorrow?”

One of Natasha’s calloused fingers gently traced the scar that ran over her eye, something that she only did on the rare occasion that she was nervous. “That’s the thing…I’m not getting on that flight. Bob said that he could get me a refund with the airline since it’s, y’know, his airline.”

“You’re staying?” Of all the things she expected her best friend to say, it certainly wasn’t that. “What about your classes? Your friends?”

Natasha shrugged. “One of the other instructors can take over until they hire someone else. And there’s a gym in town that needs a new female personal trainer. Javy’s pretty sure they’d take me on the spot. And honestly, B? What friends? I had work friends that I only hung out with occasionally off the clock, and I had you and Bob. I lived in your home, ate your food, and hung out with you. No offence, because you know I love you, but not going back isn’t that big of a deal to me.”

Buttercup nodded as she looked at her friend. “I hate that you’re leaving me,” she mumbled, pulling Natasha into a fierce hug. “But I’m proud of you for giving him another shot. You just make sure he knows that if he hurts you, I’m only one transatlantic flight away from kicking his ass.”

“Or…you could always stay too and be just a walk down the road away from kicking his ass.” Natasha’s voice was gentle and kind, but Buttercup was already shaking her head. “Why not?”

“Because we tried, and we failed.”

“So did me and Javy,” Natasha nudged her.

“But you don’t have kids who will suffer if you try again and it still falls apart.”

“Fair point…” Natasha hummed and turned towards her. “What if it doesn’t fall apart?”

“I can’t risk it, Nat,” Buttercup murmured, tears welling in her eyes again. “I can’t hurt Abby and Charlie like that. They have to come first.”

“I get that.” Natasha reached out and squeezed her friend’s hand comfortingly. “But you have spent over a decade putting Abby first. You have been an amazing mother to that girl. Maybe it’s time to start putting yourself first instead.”

Buttercup squeezed back, snuggling down in her friend’s bed and sighing. If only it was that easy.

The next 24 hours passed in a blur of emotion. Charlie still wasn’t speaking to Buttercup, despite Jake’s private talk with her when she returned to the ranch house after her walk. Abby wasn’t faring much better, quiet but not angry the way her sister was. More…resigned. And Jake…well, Jake did what Jake always did. He walled up everything he was feeling behind thick, military issue shields and pretended. It was what he was trained to do. Compartmentalize and prioritize. His priority was making sure that his girls didn’t leave the ranch sad.

Buttercup’s eyes remained bloodshot for the rest of the day, and it broke Jake’s heart to see his girl so distraught. Part of him wanted to ask her to reconsider, to ask if her decision to leave was what was making her so miserable, but he didn’t. His Buttercup had only made one rash decision in her entire life: staying with him in Miramar. Every other decision had been meticulously thought out, including going to London to start over. He couldn’t blame her for that, and he couldn’t blame her for wanting to return to her life abroad, no matter how much it felt like it was killing him to let her go again.

So, Jake pushed it all down and tried to make it the best 24 hours he possibly could. He took his three girls on a trail ride after having a small goodbye lunch for their remaining guests. Fanboy, Yale, Payback and his family all enjoyed a small gathering despite the tense atmosphere. That atmosphere remained throughout the trail ride, though Jake had hoped it would help cool Charlie down. Dinner was similarly quiet, the five of them eating their spaghetti and meatballs in relative silence, though it seemed that both Rooster and Charlie were cheered to hear that Phoenix would be staying. Jake couldn’t help the glance he spared at Buttercup when that news was shared before Javy swept Phoenix out the door to keep their dinner reservation in town. He knew he couldn’t question why Phoenix was brave enough to stay and try to work things out, not when he knew why Buttercup was doing the brave thing by leaving. She was doing it so that the girls wouldn’t suffer from the fallout if they couldn’t keep their shit together a second time, and Jake couldn’t blame her. He would do anything to make sure Charlie was happy. Problem was that this decision didn’t seem to be making anyone happy.

Nobody got much sleep that night, the tension growing over the house like a big black storm cloud, what ifs and maybes swirling like a tornado. Day dawned without sun; the metaphorical storm having grown into a real one that had rain lashing at the windows. Breakfast was a silent affair, and Jake could barely choke down any lunch, one final meal before he had to say goodbye to his girls.

Bags were piled at the front door, waiting for the airport limo Bob had called for, complimentary because of his position with the airline. Six adults and two children stood in the doorway of the ranch house, waiting for the telltale sound of tire on gravel to signal the end. When Jake caught sight of headlights bouncing through the darkened sky, he sighed and gathered Abby into his arms.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured into her hair, and his heart broke as she clutched him tighter. “I’ll see you at Thanksgiving, okay?”

“I love you too, daddy.”

Jake opened his eyes and saw Buttercup ringing her hands as she approached Charlie, who had her arms crossed stiffly across her chest.

“I…I’m sorry, Charlie,” he heard her soft words and his chest ached for her. For both of them. His two girls were so strong and so stubborn, and they were both in so much pain. “I love you, sweet girl. I hope you remember that.” When it became clear that Charlie was not going to embrace her mother, Buttercup sighed and pressed a kiss to her hair instead. “I love you, darling.”

Buttercup turned to Rooster, who wrapped her in a tight hug. “You take care of yourself, alright, Buttercup?” he gravelled.

“I will. You take care of them for me, okay?”

“You know I will.”

A similar exchange happened with Javy, though Jake was sure that it included some sort of threat about treating Phoenix well, based on the slight grimace on Javy’s face as Buttercup turned and hugged her friend.

It was at that point that the car pulled up to the front door and Jake forced himself to release his daughter.

“Go say goodbye to everyone while I take your bags out,” he whispered to her, trying his best not to crumble at her tear-stained face.

She nodded and ran over to Phoenix, almost knocking her over. “I love you, Auntie Nat.”

“I love you too, kid.”

She squeezed Rooster next, the two of them having a whispered conversation as Jake passed, taking the bags out to the limo. He didn’t care that his white t-shirt was becoming see-through. He didn’t much care for anything at the moment. He was completely numb, just like he had been when he watched Buttercup and Abby walk out his front door the first time. He took his time loading the bags into the trunk before heading back into the house, feeling like he was walking to his execution.

When he stepped into the foyer, his eyes went straight to Abby and Charlie, embracing by the stairs. He sighed and turned to Bob, shaking his ex-brother-in-law’s hand before turning to Buttercup, who was watching her daughters with a sad sort of smile.

A gentle hand on her shoulder pulled her attention to him right as he pulled her into a hug. She folded into him the same way she always had, like she belonged there. Jake told himself that her trembling was because he was soaked to the bone, and if he felt moisture soaking into the front of his shirt, he told himself that was just the rain too.

She pulled away a few moments later, surreptitiously wiping at her eyes as she murmured, “It’s time to go, Abby.” She met his eyes for a fleeting second. “Thank you, Jake.”

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he murmured and escorted them onto the covered porch, where he gave Abby one more hug before pulling Charlie into his arms as they watched Bob, Buttercup and Abby make a run for the limo.

Bob held the door open as Abby slid in. Buttercup glanced over her shoulder at Jake and Charlie, standing like statues on the porch. She waved a sad goodbye before sliding in beside her daughter. Bob gave him an understanding nod before joining them and slamming the door shut. The limo roared to life and started down the dirt drive, rain and wind whipping at the windshield as they went. Abby and Buttercup huddled together on the leather seats as Bob gave instructions to the driver, and then they were silent.

Jake’s chest heaved as he watched them go, watched two-thirds of his heart walk away from him again.

“Wait!” Charlie cried, throwing off his hold and taking off down the wet and muddy driveway. “Mom, wait!” Jake lunged after her, grabbing her up in a hug as the limo disappeared between the trees, the falling rain too loud for them to hear her pleas.

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ikea furniture

The Doctor attempts assembling IKEA furniture without their sonic screwdriver after making a bet with Donna. Is it really cheating if he's using it to locate screws?

--x--x--x--

inspired by this post by @whatsfourteenupto.

i had this finished over a week ago but then just, forgot to type it up. it's been nearly a decade since i've put together IKEA shelves so if this is entirely the wrong way to do it, don't blame me.

--x--x--x--

The Doctor was in the living room with an IKEA shelving unit on the carpet in front of them, or what will be a shelving unit once the pieces have been put together. He still had a desk to assemble too. Both the desk and the shelves, along with a couple of other bits of furniture, were the product of an IKEA trip that had also resulted in them bringing home far too many meatballs (Donna’s words) or not enough meatballs (Rose and the Doctor’s words), it entirely depended on who you asked.

They had started off with just using the sonic to assemble it instead of the Allen key that came with the set. The keyword here was ‘started’, as Donna had come downstairs just as they were finishing with the first layer and promptly stolen it off of them.

“Oi! I’m using that!” he protested.

“Not anymore you’re not,” she said. “I bet that you can’t assemble this entire shelf the normal, human way without cheating and using the sonic,” Donna challenged.

“I bet that I can,” The Doctor retorted. “And I’ll have it built in twenty minutes,”

“We’ll see,” Donna went to head to the laundry before she turned back around to face them. “I thought that the sonic doesn’t do wood, so how come it works on IKEA shelves?”

“It doesn’t, but it does do particle board,”

To the Doctor’s dismay, the redhead kept the sonic hostage in the laundry with her. So they set about hunting down the Allen key that seemed to have mysteriously vanished into thin air between opening the box and now. Once they had found it, he returned to assembling the shelves.

They had claimed that he could have the entire shelving unit built within twenty minutes and while that was an accurate measurement, it was only accurate if he was using the sonic. But without it and using a normal screwdriver instead (the Allen key had disappeared for a second time and had yet to reappear), it took far longer than twenty minutes. It took about five attempts at five different screws for the Doctor to get the hang of using a regular screwdriver; they couldn’t remember the last time he had used a non-sonic screwdriver for anything.

And it seemed that no matter how much they screwed this level it just didn’t want to be held together like it should, making the entire unit lean dangerously to the right and it remained leaning to that side even when he pushed it the other way.

Donna was pulling a fitted sheet out of the washing machine when she heard the sound of the sonic whirring from the living room.

Their sonic was still in her pocket? So there was no way that they could be using it.

She patted her pockets down to double-check and yep, there was the sonic.

Well he’s lost the bet anyway, it’s been longer than twenty minutes.

Donna abandoned her laundry for the moment and headed back into the living room, to find the Doctor using another sonic screwdriver for what looked like searching underneath the sofa? Why?

This sonic was mostly silver and had a yellow light-crystal-thing on its end.

The mostly-assembled shelving unit was lying on its side on the carpet.

“I’m not cheating!” he told her, when he finally noticed her standing in the doorway, looking up from where he was peeking underneath the sofa.

“You sure about that?” Donna asked. “And it doesn’t matter, you’ve lost the bet anyway. It’s been longer than twenty minutes,”

“Definitely not cheating. I’m using it to track down a screw that vanished under the sofa, not to put that together—” he stopped. “

She watched as a screw rolled out from underneath the sofa and towards the sonic.

“I’d say using it like that is still cheating, you’re still using it to help you,” she disagreed. “

In the end, forty-seven minutes after they had made that bet with Donna, the Doctor finished with the shelving unit. They had well and truly lost the bet but at least most of the furniture for the library was finally up?

Hang on.

“Doctor?” Donna called out. The Doctor stuck his head out into the hallway.

“Yeah?”

“Why — how — are the shelves green?”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here are 3 historic buildings in New Market, AL for one price- $800K. One is a duplex, so there are 4 units with a total of 6bds, 4ba. There are no historic building restrictions, but there's not much charm left from this renovation . Above is a photo of building #1. Looks like it was a bank?

This, I don't like. There's no bedroom, the front room has beds and a couch, but it looks big enough to make a bedroom. There's a wall that has windows and doesn't go all the way up. The ceiling looks original and is painted silver.

There are 2 sets of front doors- the original glass doors are covered by solid wood doors. There was no imagination in converting this building. The overhead lights may be original.

I like the kitchen. The cabinets fit well and I love the exposed brick. Nice quartz counters, but it looks like they miscalculated the width of the fridge.

Well, this is dumb. Why didn't they put up a wall? The bathroom sink is in the kitchen and a door separates the toilet and shower. Who configured this floorplan?

Building #2 is next door and looks like it was a store, bar, or restaurant. Those wires on the front don't look so great.

In this building they whitewashed the brick walls and ceilings. This is the living room, although there's no real decor.

Oh, my, I thought that I saw doors down this hall, but there are just 2 beds in stalls with curtains for privacy.

There's a simple white kitchen in the corner. If that door on the right is the bathroom, I wonder if the light above means "occupied."

The bath is nice. The big tiles remind of my grade school girls' room, though.

Now, where can we put the washer & dryer? Oh, just bust thru the wall and use the building next door. What in the world is this?

Building #3 is apart from the other 2.

This building is a studio w/everything in one room.

Exposed brick wall.

Room for a loveseat.

Nice counter. Wish they would've put up some backsplashes.

The bath is very nice.

It has a large laundry room. This looks like wasted space.

Aerial view of the properties. 4,791 sq ft lot has plenty of parking, but no yard or anything.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1743-New-Market-Rd-New-Market-AL-35761/2061095991_zpid/

[chris-continued]

Undying Love-

A Chrivio zombie apocalypse au

The old country house where a few survivors resided in remained quiet. Windows could only be shut tight for so long, suffocating summer heat flooding the place. Hair stuck to the back of Chris’ neck, an old hairtie he’d found barely keeping it in a loose bun. Ever since everything has been taken over by the infected, he hadn’t had the chance to cut his hair. Same went for his friend, Nicholas, who was sporting a mullet as of now- it suited him though, strangely enough.

Chris truly did his best to keep busy, mind wandering. Nick was a good example to abide by at stressful times like these, doing his best to keep a cool head. Ever since Livio had left on a supply run, stress had dreadfully plagued the two of them, rightfully so. Despite their skilled hands, Chris was but a worrywart, and Nicholas a protective brother.

Nick’s sunglasses lay on the coffee table, alongside folded up piles of clothes. Chris was doing his best to bunch up pairs of socks before he spoke up.

“The heat getting to you too?”

“How could it not?” He shrugs, legs crossed. With a resounding thunk, the pot used for washing was placed on the hardwood floors. “The hots for my brother getting to you?”

His hands somehow aren’t burnt from the washing pot he held, heated from the fire they’d put out this afternoon- warm water for laundry.

Chris freezes for a split moment, before he continuously places a pair of socks onto the table, moving to the next basket of clothes to fold.

His hands grip the waistband of a pair of pants, smoothing them out on his lap before continuing, “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

Stubborn as ever, Nick pushes.

“I see the way you look at them. Fret over them,” he chuckles, his legs crisscrossed. “Hell knows you’re worried over everyone, but I can see it,” he cards a hand through his hair, sparing him an intense look,

“It’s different.”

Chris is silent, continuing to fold. It’s hard to find the words for a moment.

“I just want them to come back safe.”

“They’ll.. be alright. Trained by yours truly.” His tongue clicks to his teeth, a cheesy wink sent his way.

“Thanks,” he nods, “plenty reassuring. Next thing you know, they’ll be growing stubble too.” He snickers, glancing to see Nick nothing short of amused. Before everything, before the fall of everything that was once standing, he would’ve probably never befriended someone as intimidating as Nick. Curled up in his own shell and choosing to reside with a select few.

“Not a chance- I pull it off better.”

Chris quirks an eyebrow, “Sure you do.”

It’s a sense of camaraderie that eases him in- and in a sense, this is now home. Doing chores around a new base they find, cleaning wounds to the best of his ability with caring hands, it felt like he belonged. And somehow the sense of tragedy that surrounds them is something he’s grateful for, as it binds them together. A force that unites.

His hands falter in folding as his thoughts coalesce, although the telltale knock on the door is enough to interrupt his train of thought. Nick arises from his spot on the floor, peeking outside. Chris doesn’t need to take a wild guess at who it is once Nick is fumbling the locks to open it with renewed vigor, welcoming them inside.

In his periphery, a glimpse of silver hair is enough to confirm his suspicions.

“We were waiting for you. Got worried.” Chris nods to Livio, hands preoccupied with folding freshly dried linens from the clothesline outside.

“You always worry over them,” Nick butts in, yet a knowing smirk plays at his lips yet again. Seems he’s not done with teasing him.

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[whentherewerebicycles]

mm good morning here’s a very handsome boy. look at his distinguished silver beard! got up at 5:30 this morning and have been lounging in bed tinkering with the cover letter and looking at interior design accounts on insta… the finishing touches in the half bath are giving me a lot of trouble so I’m trying to collect a bunch of ideas my mom can weigh in on when she visits next week. we have diametrically opposed aesthetics lol but she has a much better eye for like… how to arrange objects and art in a space to make it feel balanced/visually cohesive. I’m sure it’s a skill you can learn though so I’ve been trying to look at lots of examples and am keeping a running list of little finishing touches ideas that pull together a space. I love my new bird prints but they don’t quite work in the half bath right now unless I decide to go full eclectic bird gallery wall. I might try to do a funky brass open shelving unit or a little curios cabinet with small fun objects for more three-dimensional visual interest. idk tbd.

my sister and I are going to make veggie lasagna later so I think I’ll make breakfast now, grab my laptop, and finish the letter + resume. I’d also like to do my 33 min at the gym before I shower today so might go in a bit later this morning. (I do really like walking up in the 5am hour—there’s just so much morning to be had, you know?) no other plans for the day apart from folding my laundry, tidying a bit, walking the dogs, and maybe doing a UPS run to get rid of this overflowing basket of returns. I’m kind of dreading going back to work tomorrow because I have to decide if I’m going to talk to my lead about her shitty behavior last week or just let it go because I’m hoping to peace out of here as soon as possible. but gonna just try not to think about it today—I can spend 5-9am tomorrow reflecting on what I want to do lol. oh I guess the other things I need to do are: prep brief talking points for this professional skills panel I’m doing for my old grad program tomorrow + come up with a loose lesson plan of sorts for this little cover letter workshop I’m doing with a mentee tomorrow.

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[uniwalexlimited]

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Title: Certificate of Occupancy.

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💰 Carcass four 4⃣ bedroom terrace duplex with a room boy's quarter = NGN 60,000,000.00

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Located within Chois Gardens Estate, Abijo GRA. Four 4⃣ minutes drive Novare Mall, ShopRite, Sangotedo, Lekki-Ajah-Epe Expressway, Lagos State.

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"HOUSEBREAKERS GET STIFF TERMS AT PEN." Toronto Star. January 6, 1921. Page 21. --- After Telling Story of "Karl James" and His Silver-Melting Contract. ---- Harold Doyle and John Sullivan were sentenced to eight years and Andrew Sullivan to ten years at Kingston Penitentiary by Magistrate Denison in to-day's Police Court on four housebreaking and receiving charges.

One Karl James asked Andrew Sullivan and Jack Sullivan, brothers, alias Brown, and Harold Doyle or Smith if they would like to earn $50 by melting down silver. This was in a Ward 7 poolroom, and they agreed.

Followed Police Raid. To-day's proceedings followed the police visit to a house on Annette street. Detectives Croome and Alexander told of the raid, and described a room occupied by the Sullivans and Doyle. A plumber's blower was there, too, and still warm. Silver and other things were found at the same time

Mrs. Margaret Sommerville, of Pacific avenue, told of missing a necklace and other things, and she identified various articles shown to her by Crown Attorney Corley.

In this case, the three defendants agreed as to the Karl James incident, but denied all knowledge of the origin of the silver to be melted down.

Four Convictions. Mr. Corley: "Why, you knew that Karl James' name didn't begin with the initials I find on these forks and spoons. Then, too, you said nothing about Karl James when you were arrested."

Mr. Corley drew attention to a mask. "You can't snapped Doyle. see through that,"

Mr. Corley: "So you found it difficult to see through, eh?"

The conviction in the Sommerville case was followed by three others.

Gave Back 35 Cents. Frank Eldridge, George Eastman and John Smith were given five years for assault with intent to rob.

One amended the charge in making his plea: "It was merely an attempt to rob, because, when I found it was only 35 cents, I gave it back."

John Hand, who worked about a bar in a temperance hotel, found a bottle. This fact cost the young man $200 and costs or three months.

[Doyle, alias Smith, was all of 18, and was a mechanic born in Toronto. He was convict #H-586 at Kingston Penitentiary, and he was paroled January 24. John Sullivan, alias Brown, was 19, a box-maker, and had no previous record. He was convict #H-587 and was paroled shortly after Doyle in March 1924. John's brother 'Jack' properly known as Arthur, was 22 - as Arthur Brown, he was one of the four convicts (along with Red Ryan) who escaped September 1923 and would die in a gunfight in the United States. Eldridge was 19, married, a cleaner and presser in a laundry, and was convict #H-589 at Kingston Penitentiary, where he worked in the laundry. He was paroled January 1924. Eastman was 35, from New York, a marine engineer who had come to Canada via Windsor in 1920, and was convict #H-585. He was deported February 1924. Smith was 20, single, born in San Fransisco but a naturalized Canadian, and was a cook. He was convict #H-588 and was paroled May 1924.]

[12digitalmarketing]

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