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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 18)

DESCRIPTION: You trick your husband

WORD COUNT: 1365

A/N - Only been 7 months since we last heard from our favourite gangsta family. I do hope you enjoy this part as I slowly start to write my fan fiction stories once again.

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WARNINGS: honestly none that I can see, its slightly out of character for Tommy but I quite like how warm he's gotten towards Florence

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

Not been proof read

It had been a month since your mother had come back into your life. Two weeks since valentines day. Not that you celebrated it. Your husband didnt do that kidn of thing. That was for romantic couples.

The pastbfew weeks you had been spending time with your mother instead. Updating her on your life as she updated you on hers. You told her about your step mum. Introduced her to your sisters. Even allowed her to hold Charlie - though you were very cautious about that at firts. Staying only a foot away from them as they sat very still on the sofa.

You tell your mum about the life you had up in London. Why you moved down to Birmingham. How you met Thomas. The truth as to how you'd met him. Telling her it was business matter. She understood. She was your mum. Of course she understood.

You sit in the living room. You are chatting away with ypur family. Your mum, sisters and son having joined you. It was after dinner and you were just winding down from a nice family day. Thomas had been working today. Since early so you hadn't seen him at all. That wasnt unusual. Espeically recently. Due to the sudden appearence of your mother he had grown distant.

You guessed why. He didnt trust her. And you told her everything. He didnt blame you. Of course hendidnt. He'd tell his mum everything if she was still alive. But she wasnt his mum. So why should he trust her? You were trying to warm them up to each other. You really were. Forcing them to have meals in the same room if appricable. Even then your husband would say he'd already eaten or he wasnt hungry.

It was hard seeing him grow distant again. You had grown fond of him adn the bond you two had created over the past few years. To see him easily push that away did hurt you. Though you would never tell him that. Instead you copied him. Pushing the emotions down. Deep into your gut.

Here you were. Reading your son a story as your sisers and mum listen too. Mary and Elizabteh on one sofa. Your mum in the armchair. You finish the story. Shutting it as your child goes to reach for another book. You give out a small chuckle. Pickin him up under his armputs.

"I dont think so young man. Its bed time". He giggles. Trying to wiggle away. "Come on. Lets get you to bed". You stand. Turning to your family and giving a smile as you deal with a squirming boy in your grasp. "Give me half n hour to put him to bed and I'l be back. We can play a game or something". They nod. Saying goodnight to their grandson or nephew in turn.

Taking the wriggly child to his bedroom. Putting him in bed. He cries out. "Dad dad dad dad"

"I know you want your dad but he was working today"

"Dad dad dad dad"

"I know sweet boy. I'll try and talk to him when I next see him. See if he can come and say hi to you before work or something".

"Mum mum mum mum"

"What is it?" He holds his arms out to you.

"Mum mum" he babbles. You cave. Reaching into his cot and picking him up. Going and sitting onto the chair youd cleverly decided to place in the bedroom. Singing softly to him as you rest him on your front. Stroking his back as you try and coax him to sleep.

About 20 minutes of this he finaly goes down. You stand. very, very carfeully. Creeping over to the bed. Laying him down as gently as you can. You succesfully deliver him to his cot. Internally dancing with glee as you turn. A shadowed figure in the doorway. You freeze. Trying to make out the shape. You recognise it but...

You half smile. Making your way to your husband. Gently placing a hand on his chest as you push him into the hallway. "Ive jus put him down to sleep" you whisper. Pulling the door behind you shut. Eyes going to his icy blue orbs. He looked annoyed. ANgry. Your hand remains on his chest as you try searching for an ounce of any positive emotion. He speaks first.

"How was your day?" You nod slightly.

"It was good. I took mum and Charlie to the duck pond. Then Mary and Elizabeth came back here for dinner". He watches you. A younger you wouldve been scared of the look he had in his eyes. But you knew your husbdand. This was his fed up with everything look. You knew you werent the cause behind his anger. "Did you have a good day at work?" Though you know what he'll say.

"Not entireyl". You give a nod. Your mind not paying attention to his hands sitting onto the curve of your hips.

"Anything I can do to help?" He just watches you. Your eyss dart to the white of his shirt peaking out from his waistcoat. You bring your other hand up. Neatening his already perfect tie. "You know Ive been told Im good at helping people with their problems". His stern face breaks slightly. His lip twists up at your words before falling back to his deadpan tone.

"Not unless you know anything about the Miller family". You glance your eyes back to his. Hands flat against his chest as you think.

"Why are you interested in the Millers?"

"Do you know them?"

"Answer my question first". He watches you. A flash of annoyance in his eyes. Now he was angry at you. For questioning him. He knew you would. It still annoyed him.

"THey are a family whove Ive grown an interest in for reasons you do not need to know". You give a nod.

"What kind of information are you looking for?" Flash of that same anger.

"Careful what you ask Florence". You run your tongue over your teeth. Taking in a breath.

"I have infromtaion that I could give. But it may not be relavent. Do you need blackmail information. Times and places of where they drink and what time they go to sleep. Information of who they run their companies with". You tilt your head. Eyes darting to his lips before speaking again. "knowing they go to bed at exactly 8 may not be useful blackmail". He half smiles.

"Times, places, and blackmail".

"Only if you prmise me something?" He watches you. Silently asking for the second part of yur sentence. "You have to promise me you wotn harm the children".

"I dont hurt children".

"I know but... prmoise me. Please?" He runs a tongue over his bottom lip. Giving a nod. "I need to hear you say it"

"I promise I wont hurt the children". You smile. You go to speak but your eyes get drawn past your husband. Seeing Your mother. You smile at her. He turns. Moving from your frame. You hadnt noticed hed been slowly pushing you further into the wall. Body getting closer.

"Hey mum" you gleefully say. Noticing Tommy has retreated from you entirely. Body a few feet from yours. Distrusting you once again. Youd gotten so bloody clse to breaking down these new walls. Your eyes flutter. A pang of sadness filling your chest as you look at him. Drawing your attention back to your mother smile. Smiling at her.

"I hope I wasnt interu;ting anything". You shake your head. Eyes going back to Thomas before her. He was watching your mum like a predator on prey. Smiling back at your mum. "We were just discussing how nice it would be for Thomas to join us tomorrow. Take the day off of work and spend the day with his family". You look at him. A fake innocence in your eues as you look at him. A smile adorning your face. He puts on an equally false smile. Turning between you and your mum.

"It sounds wonderful". Your smile turns true as you take his wrist into your hands.

"What are we planning tomorrow then?"

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Are You Scared Yet? (Part 3)

DESCRIPTION: You and professor Crane have a discussion about psychology

WORD COUNT: 1730

A/N: I have written about a handful of real life psychological experiments in this part and have written about them to the best of my ability however I apologise if information is wrong

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WARNINGS: Crane being slightly manipulative, talk of psychological experiments

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

Not been proof read

"Next" the barista says. You go over. SMiling at him as you adjust your ruckasck on your shoulder.

"Coffee please. Two sugars"

"Coming right up" he says. You look at the sign. Mindlessly reading the different drinks they serve as hr makes your drink. Catching your attentio as he smiles at you. You smile back. Takng it. "Have a good day"

"Thank you. And you" you say. Walking away as you sip the bitter sweet drink. Regretting the sip as it burns your tongue. Flinching as you move it away. Pushing your lips away from yourself in distaste. A small sigh leaving yor lips of defeat as you walk to the psychology classroom.

You had enough time to get yourself a drink from town before needing to be back. Waiting outside the classroom for his lesson to finish. Sipping the midly cooler coffee. You turn as you see the students start to exit the class. Them all bustling out. You adjst the ruckasck on your shoulder again as you see Lucky. SHe smiles at you. Coming over and embracing you in a hug as you half hug her back.

"You dont nroamlly stay outside my classroom for me... what happened?"

"Professor Crane said that I could borrow some psychology books from him for a bit of light reading"

"On top of your two courses and your extra art project on the side?"

"Thats it". Sjhe shakes her head in a mild disapporvale.

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Ive told you before - no" you smile at her as she lets out a soft chuckle. SHaking her head again.

"Do you want me to wait for you?"

"I dont mind. I wont be long if you want to get back" she nods.

"I need to shower so I'll see you back at our room"

"See you there" you say. Smiling as she walks off. You go to the door. Looking inside. No students. Crane wiping the chalkboard. You gently knock on the door. Causing him to look over at you. Smiling as he continues and finishes cleaning the board.

"Miss Luna. Please come in" he goes over to his desk as you walk over. Looking around the classroom as he opens a drawer on his desk. Taking out a book and placing it on the top. "Id recomend starting with this one". You glance at the, in your oinion, feeble looking book. It will probably take you an hour to read. Maybe two. He seems to notice your hesitation. Tilting his head slightly as he looks at you.

"Sorry. Its just that... when you said books I assumed you meant multiple books. Not singular... book". You emphasise the 's' and 'k'. He nods. His eyes darting over your features as he half smiles.

"Youre right" he looks over at the bookcase. Walking over to it. Your eyes glance at the book on the desk top. Opening it to the first page.

"'A book of mental health'" you say outloud. Turning to the next page. A list of various diagbostic words. Most recognisable to you. He comes back over. Placing another book down on the table. You look t that one. "'25 experiments every psychologist should know about'".

"Will these two be alright for the moment?" you nod. Opening the experiment book. Your finger going down the list of experiements.

"WHen do you need them back by?" you look up at him.

"WHenever you finish them". You smile. Placing your bag onto the desk top and unziping it. Placing the two books inside.

"Thank you. I'll try and get them back to you next week"

"Please, take your time with them". You nod. Zipping the bag back up and placing it onto your shoulder.

"Thank you again" you say. SMiling again at him before walking out the classroom. Hearing him shut the door behind you.

It was the next day. Youd had virtually no sleep as youd been up all night reading. Both the books now back in your bag as you complete your lesson for the day. It was early. 2pm. Normally youd spend time with Lucky or Hope but Hope was ill. Lucky had no lessons so was off spending a day with her brother. You go over to the psychology classroom. Havign read both the books last night, and during your lunh break, you thought youd return them before going and carrying on with the mural for the university.

Going outside the classroom you see no one inside. No students anyway. Professor Crane sat at his desk. He looked like he was marking papers. Not wanting to disturb him you go to walk away. But he sees you. A confused and intruiged look on his face as he sits up straight. His eyes confirming that you should open the door. To which you do. You turn the door handle. STicking your head inside.

"I can come back later if your busy" he shakes his head.

"I'm done for the day. Please. Come in". He motions infront of the desk. You shut the door behind you. "WHat can I help you with?"

"I read those books you gave me". You say. Placing your rucksack onto the student desk. In an effort to not mess up his work sprawled out in front of him.

"You read them already?" a mild shock in his voice as you nod. Taking them out of your bag and putting them onto the desk. "I'm impressed. WHat did you think of them?"

"A couple of things. One: I didnt realise that schizophrenia was discorvered so long ago"

"Wasnt it discovered in 1880's?"

"1887. Yes. But I thought it was something discorvered in the 1950's or something. Not something 100 years ago. Second thing I realised. Psychologsts really need to relax with their experimebts" he lets out a sft laugh. "Seriously. You look at some of the social experiemnts they do. Milgrams experiment for example. Id read about it before but its messed up. The psychological trauma that those participants mustve gone through"

"You dont agree in experiemnets done for sceintific research then?"

"I do when they are unlikely to cause deep rooted trauma for someone. Asch's expeiemrt for example. A great way to look at how an indiviuald can be influenced by people around them. But they arent going to go home debating their morals and conscience". He continues watching you. An intrugie in his eyes. "I just think that if an experiment could cause damage to a persons mental or physical health then they should be warned before doing the experiment"

"But then you wouldnt get an accurate test result".

"That shoulnt matter in terms of peoples mental well being". He titls his head as he looks at you. Standing up. Picking up a pen from his desk as he goes to the front of it. Resting against it as he holds his pen outward. He drops the item. You watch as it falls. The soft clang as the plastc hits the floor.

"I want you to pikc up the pen". You look at him. Then at the pen. A light hesitaton but you bend down. Picking it up. No further questions asked. Standing back upright and holding it out for him to take. Which he does. You watch in fascination as he repeats the process. Holding it out and dropping it.

"I want you to pick it up again. But I need to warn you, you may expereicne some upsetting or traumatic experience". You hesitiate. Looking at him. His eyes remaining completely steady through his lenses.

"Youre joking rght?"

"Pick it up and find out". Your eyes scan him. You could see the softness f a very faint smirk on his lips. But you couldnt be certain. You bend down. Picking it up. Slower this time as you stand up. Clutchng the pen in your fist as you look at him. "Notice how you reacted differently that time. You hesitated for longer, questioned my intentions, and youre still holding the item even though last time you gave it staight back to me. That is why you dont tell the participant certain details of the experiemnt"

"But you also lied to me. Made me think something could happen in an experiment that nothing could go wrong in"

"WHat if youd hit your head? Slipped and gotten concussion? Gotten a back injury on the way back uo? I couldnt be sure of those things not happening. Thats why I warned you". You take in a reath. Nodding at his views. He holds his hand out. "My pen"

"Oh god. Yeah" you hand him back the pen. He places it behind him on the desk. Looking at you. You fold your arms over youself. Suddenyly feeling selfconscious under his gaze.

"I have some more books for you" he goes over to a bookshelf. SPeaking as he looks "Honestly I thought it'd be longer before I gave you them but given how fast you read those ones I think you'll enjoy these quite a bit more". He comes over. Placing the books down on the desk. "Take your time with these ones. Dont rush them". You pick the top one up. Going to open it. His hand comes up, resting on the cover of it. Ypu look up. Meeting his eyes.

"Take your time. No need to start reading them now" he removes his hand. "You have a painting to do which is your main prioiryt. The wall isnt going to decorateitself". You nod. Placing the book into your bag. Followed bybthe other two hed placed down. Zipping your bag back up and slinging it over your shulder. Adjusting your hand on the strap.

"Thank you for the books" you smile. Turning your back as you go over to the door. Opening it and walking out tp the hallway. SHutting the door behind you as you look around. Professor Crane said notto tstart reading them straight away but you could feel the intuge of them burning a hole through your back as yu walk to the mural.

You keep strong. Convining yourself to not start them until later that night. You do go into your bag. Grabbing out your little portable radio. Placing it onto the grass my the wall you were painting. Adjusting the system. Conecting it to the live radio before you start painting the mural once again.

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My aim: write at least one chapter for each story I have currently written. Once I've done that I will then hyper focus on finishing my publishable story before I start more actively promoting it on my social media. Then I will go back to my fan fictions and try and finish one or more of those stories before writing another book.

Though that last part is likely a lie and I'll get distracted and start writing a new story regardless of the boundaries I set for myself.

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I've got the next part for five of my fan fiction stories. I plan o posting them all but which one should I post first?

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dear lord, please take all life problems and responsibilities away from fanfic writers but also make them financially stable and happy with nothing to worry about so they can happily focus on writing and posting fanfiction. amen

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I finished reading 'No Exit' by Taylor Adams yesterday.

Now, two things. One: the following post contains minor spoilers for this book. Two: remember this is a judgement free area, so no judgement on the next couple of sentences ok?

Do I find the character of Ashely stupidly attractive? Yes. Is he a major red flag? Absolutely yes. But how insane would it be if I wrote fan fiction for him? I mean, I write it for other characters who are arguably the same level of evil - if not more evil...

The real question is how many people would actually want to read this random niche fandom of a book? But am I going to write it anyway?

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This could still be my year, even if we are halfway through it right?

Plans for this month: Get a new job; finish my book; get book published; finish writing my fan fiction stories

Its doable I reckon...

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the horrors persist but my friends write beautiful fanfic

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If you couldn't tell by my last two posts (plus my lack of posting stories) my life has been pretty hectic recently. I will start writing again, and I will finish the stories that I started for our beloved characters, I'm just unsure of when. I need to get my shit together before I start posting fan fiction again

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To add onto my already pretty shitty month - my situationship that Ive had for 6 months now. Found out he has a girlfriend. He has done for over a year now. Maybe even two years.

I really like him. And I am fighting every urge in my body that wants to message him. Make sure he is ok. Because I care about him. Which fucking sucks. He broke my fucking heart. I shouldnt give a fuck about what hes doing now. But I do. I want to make sure hes ok. Want to keep chatting to him. I enjoy chatting too him. And hes not even looking at my instagram story anymore.

Worst part is - Im polyamorous. If he had told me from the begining of us chatting that he had a girlfriend then I wouldve been ok with that. So long as she knew the degree of how we were talking. But the secret of keeping her from me? Thats not ok. Thats why Im not talking to him. Not because of the girlfriend. But because of the screts of having a girlfriend. Obviously if she wasnt cool with polyarmoury then I wouldve left it alone to calrify and not sexted him and everythng but I didnt know. I knew he was talking to other girls but he never once said he was dating one of them.

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So I just found out that one of my exes is talking to one of my best friends. You know, my first love, my first ever fling.

I'm not gonna lie its hit me harder then I thought it would. It was 5 years ago since we saw each other. But still. I dont know how to process this information.

Im feeling a lot of emotions currently but the main one is jealousy which is completely ridiculous! I dont want a relationship with him now. But the thought that he might actually be nice to her. The idea that he could change for her but not me. Its sad. Its hard to hear.

Plus the secrecy! My friend asked me about him so I told her and she didnt say a fucking thing! She couldve told me! Why didnt she tell me that they were chatting? She only told me because he told my brother he was seeing her. Theyve been talking to each other for over 6 months! SIX FUCKING MONTHS

I only just found out.

Maybe this is the universe punishing me for the past relationships Ive had. The ones that Ive kept from friends. Maybe I deserve this. I fucking hate it though. I really fucking hate it.

I loved him. I trusted her. Its fucking bullshit man.

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Ok, ok. I want to write. I should be writing my book but I have an itch to write fan fiction so... I'm going to do that. However I'm unsure of which specific story to do so I think I'm going to write one part for each of my already existing stories and see where that gets me

For reference of my existing stories - check out my masterlist where I have listed all my fan fiction stories

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*Purposefully charges phone so I can talk to a boy whilst I'm having a bath later*

*Boy falls asleep*

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I feel in the mood to write the next part for my Tommy x f!reader story however its been so long since I wrote about it I need to read what I've previously written... *sigh*

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Happy birthday Jensen Ackles! I was planning on doing a proper birthday themed story but I just didn't get round to it - instead have some one shot stories to indulge in or my completed love story for Dean Winchester