#she is retired and owns a home and is financially stable

[raeathnos]

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[psychictheater]

Notes about my No Powers AU:

- Miles is an assistant art teacher, basically a teacher’s aide until he can get his full credentials to become a full time art teacher

- Hobie works at a tattoo studio as a piercer. His band does gigs as a side hustle.

- Miles and Gwen dated briefly junior year of high school but broke up on good terms deciding they were better as friends than a couple

- Gwen is dating Margo

- Gwen does band gigs as a side hustle and that’s how she met Hobie, when they were both competing at the same battle of the bands, she works at a dance studio most of the time

- Margo works in cyber security

- Pavitr works at the same dance studio as Gwen

- Pavitr and Hobie used to date very briefly, as in it only lasted about three months but they broke up on good terms

- Rio and Jeff are alright with Miles dating Hobie but Jeff disapproves of Hobie’s choice in career, always trying to talk to him about ‘shaping up’ and getting a stable and financially secure job. It doesn’t come from a place of malice and Hobie understands that he just wants the best for Miles but it still gets annoying being lectured by a cop, a cop that’s his boyfriend’s father at that

- Gwen is the one that introduced Miles to Hobie

- Miles is the one that introduced Gwen to Margo

- Hobie came to the states when he was 10, with his grandma who had custody of him. His mom abandoned him for her boyfriend, his dad was never in the picture. His grandma shortly got sick and died and he was placed in foster care. He constantly ran away from his foster families, living on the streets until he was about seventeen and moved in with Karl, who was sharing an apartment with Riri, Robbie and Mattea.

- Karl, Riri, Robbie and Mattea all gradually moved into their own apartments with their own partners, and Hobie moved Miles in after everyone left, when Miles was looking to leave home and be more independent and Hobie needed help with rent and wanted to be closer to Miles

- Aaron is still alive, and is actually the art teacher at the school Miles plans to teach at and his mentoring Miles to eventually take over his class when he retires. They keep the fact that they’re related under wraps because other student teachers and aides get mad about the apparent “nepotism” that goes on when hiring new teachers

Any questions?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for disclosing how much my partner makes to an acquaintance?

For context my partner makes a fair bit of money at their job as an engineer. I have never made much more than minimum wage, work in a difficult field and am still in grad school. Essentially I have a net worth deep in the negatives from student debt and while my parents have helped me out on small stuff they are retired/partially retired.

The disparity of wealth in my relationship with my partner HAS been a source of strife between us.

In a casual conversation today, with my mom and some of coworkers who I know fairly well (I work pretty regularly with them and fill for absent employees at my moms work), they were asking some questions about my partner and our relationship. I expressed some stress in our relationship regarding funds and the disparity between where I am in my career/life and where my partner is.

My mom’s coworker asked how much my partner made so I told her. She asked so I told her. I didn’t really think twice - I’m pretty open with my own friends and family about how much I make and they are with me (I feel like a lot of young people are more open then older generations when it comes to salary) and I was also trying to emphasize my own frustration with some of my partners habits in our relationship. my partner is fairly obsessive with saving money/reducing spending which is obviously a lot easier to do when you make as much money as they do and puts that pressure very heavily on me despite our very different financial realities.

Also for more context - I don’t share funds or live with my partner. At most my partner pays for dates bc of their more stable financial situation - but other than that they don’t help directly besides offering advice.

Later that day my mom told me I was an asshole for sharing that as that coworker is having financial troubles right now and her husband is laid off. And telling her how much someone half her age makes is rude, since it’s a lot more than she and her husband make right now.

After hearing that I feel like I am the ass hole for being so willing to share that number since it is high. But I was not trying to brag (honestly if anything I was more using number to drive home how out of touch my partner is with what it’s like to legitimately struggle to buy food, pay rent etc)

One final note - I probs made my relationship sound toxic af. Don’t worry it’s all good - I’m all good my partner is good we just get into boring adult arguments about things like 401ks and credit scores. (And I’m in weird grad school limbo which makes trying to get on with your life annoying)

What are these acronyms?

[nayatarot777]

how is the full moon in sagittarius ♐️🌕 manifesting for you? • june 3rd/4th 2023 • 🃏 pac {patreon preview}

• pile one •

cards: 9 of cups, 2 of cups, 8 of pentacles

there’s a completion happening in relation to a partnership that you have. but this completion isn’t resulting in the ending of it. it’s actually culminating as a wish fulfilment. you and your person (whoever this person is - doesn’t have to be romantic. could definitely be a business partnership too) have been mastering some type of craft together. you’ve both been working so hard to culminate something for the both of yourselves, and it’s happening around this full moon. this 8 of pentacles could also be about a huge amount of self-development and self-work on the both of yourselves. i’m hearing that you’ve managed to both put your ego and your pride aside and come together to really perfect whatever this practical project is. for others of you, you guys could’ve been separated from this person in order to go on a break where you both focus on yourselves. and i’m seeing that you’ve both done just that and are now able to come together again for an extremely emotionally fulfilling connection. with this 9 of cups, things are really going to seem “perfect” because of all of the hard work that you’ve done individually on yourselves. there’s so much more understanding and compassion that you have towards yourselves and each other - and this can now be a much more reciprocal and balanced partnership.

if this preview resonated with you and you’d like to read the rest (+3 paragraphs), you can find the rest of this reading here

• pile two •

cards: the lovers, ace of pentacles, queen of swords

i’m seeing that for a lot of you, you’re receiving communication about being given a work opportunity by whoever this queen of swords is. she has decided to grant you the opportunity to work for her and whatever business she’s running. and i’m seeing a lot of air energy (gemini in particular) so this could be a job in some type of communications. this queen of swords could also be someone who is giving you the option to decide between two different things in order to plant some type of seeds for stability. again, this could be a job, a living space, perhaps something to do with your health too. whatever this decision is about, it’s going to transition you into A LOT of harmony and peace. things will be entirely balanced and stable for you. especially if this is a financial new beginning. but i’m definitely seeing some new beginning in your practical life coming to fruition based on a decision that you make, or a decision that this queen of swords makes. this queen of swords is someone who’s extremely talkative, clear, and concise. she’ll make it clear that she wants you to have whatever this ace of pentacles is.

if this preview resonated with you and you’d like to read the rest (+3 paragraphs), you can find the rest of this reading here

• pile three •

cards: king of wands, 7 of cups, 10 of pentacles

this full moon, you’re stepping into a leadership role of some sort. this could be a manager position at work, or an entrepreneur position for your own business. either way, i’m seeing you with a lot of ideas to choose to implement into a business, and whichever one you choose to focus on is creating some unexpected major abundance. some of you in particular could even be coming up to the point in your business where you’re looking to employ people to implement your ideas based on your vision of what you would like to develop. and with the 10 of pentacles here, i’m seeing you developing a very stable workspace that’s full of people who are loyal to what you’re building. for a small number of you, this 10 of pentacles could even indicate that, since you’re becoming the visionary boss of something, you’ll be able to retire (or at least feel like it) and spend a lot more time enjoying the fruits of your labour with your family at home.

if this preview resonated with you and you’d like to read the rest (+3 paragraphs), you can find the rest of this reading here

[jtl07]

What are your thoughts on the OCS?

Sometimes it seems like a manipulative cult that recruits vulnerable girls. But, it's also this found family for many of them. Is it good or evil? Is it both?

oh buddy. i ... actually have been having thoughts about this for the past few days (what is it with y'all being on my brainwave? must be something in the universe idk) as in, i've been contemplating the parallels between the OCS and the military.

so for context, i'm coming at this as a person who was in the military, who is a female poc from a middle class immigrant asian family. i give this context because i see a lot of the military in the OCS (i've mentioned it in some of my write ups and a big part of why i ended up writing the top gun 2 au) - mostly because the OCS is presented as an organization with a methodology that is built on violence.

i tried my best to be coherent but there's likely some meandering - feel free to ask further questions or clarification.

tl;dr - imo, it's all of the above.

i'm going to start with my experience in the military before i talk about the OCS because there's something in me that's chafing at the word "vulnerable." it's not that i think it's the wrong word per se, but that there's context that's needed.

for me, i had several family members who were in the military: my dad for one, several uncles, and a handful of my older cousins. this means i grew up learning that the military was a) one of the most honorable, respectable, and coolest professions you could join, b) the only profession where you were judged solely on your performance (i.e. racism wasn't overt), c) great financially because the pay was transparent and the benefits (back in the day) were fantastic if you stayed til retirement.

i don't believe any of that anymore, but that's what i'd learned. this is what my family believed (still does, actually). this is what many other poc believed too. compared with the opaque, racist corporate world - and having the responsibility of taking care of one's parents, who'd immigrated from their home country to give you "a better life" - having something stable and honorable like the military seemed like the best choice. why would i choose something else? how could i even see anything else? the military was the only choice i knew.

i left the military over a decade ago, but there's still a part of me that thinks "i'll never top my time in the military; i'll never have an experience quite like that." and the larger part of me can acknowledge now that yes, that's true. because when you're in an organization like the military (and comparatively, like the OCS) it's exhilarating in a way, knowing that you're part of something that's larger than yourself, knowing that you were deemed worthy - that you proved that you were worthy - of being part of this elite, special organization that has this grand, noble, world-saving mission. and yes, you feel a bond with the folks you serve with - bound by a vow to serve and protect, bound by experiences only they will understand.

there's nothing quite like that.

and i never want to experience that again.

because yes, it's exhilarating and exciting, and it's addicting in a way - to do all these cool things that folks make movies about, to know you're doing your part in keeping the people you love safe, to build relationships where no matter what, they've got your back.

but it's blinding. it blinds you to the violence, the harm that you're inflicting in the name of the mission - on both others and your own self. it blinds you to other ways of living. it blinds you to other ways of being safe - on both a personal and national level. this kind of experience trains you constantly: "this is the only way; this is the only choice."

and you can probably see why Beatrice's backstory resonated with me. of course she chose the church, the OCS - this was the only choice she had, the only choice she could possibly make to prove herself, to make herself worthy. in the OCS, she found a community of folks who, like her, were committed to a mission and ready to give their lives because, like her, that was probably the only choice they thought they had. it was the best choice they had.

maybe that's why i chafe at the use of "vulnerable" - because at the time, choosing the military felt like my shot at redemption, at salvation. it wasn't a moment of weakness, but of strength.

at least, that's what i had been trained to believe. and there is, apparently, still a part of me that believes it. even though there's the larger part of me that can see now the ecosystem that forced my hand.

it's also why i love Ava as a protagonist - how she was determined to find another way, how desperate she was to live. because organizations that are built on violence, organizations like the military, like the OCS, it takes folks who believe they need to prove themselves and takes advantage of that need, forces them to carry more than any person ever should, then calls them noble, calls them honorable, calls them worthy - all the while training them, ultimately, to die.

does good sometimes result from that, grow out of that? yeah. but the cost is very, very high.

[maikabishop]

MAIKA BISHOP

Nickname(s): Mai Age: 30 Birthday: June 7, 1993 Occupation: Sales associate at Fresh Garbage Neighbourhood: Downtown Length of time in Briar Ridge: since birth Pronouns: she/they Sexuality: queer/unlabelled Zodiac Placements: gemini sun, libra moon, pisces rising.

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Maika is the second (and youngest) child to parents, Raymond Bishop and Carrie Ballenger, two highly successful realtors in South Carolina.

After meeting in university and bonding over their love of the business, Raymond and Carrie decided to take their business partnership to new heights when a romance blossomed between them, later resulting in a marriage and children.

After her father's retirement, Colleen became the proud owner of Ballenger Realty, inheriting their list of valued clients, as well as business offices in Briar Ridge and surrounding areas.

Although neither child could complain about a lack of necessities or food on the table, Maika and her brother, Chance, suffered in other areas, often feeling an absence of time, love, and attention from their parents as they prioritized their business endeavours. Instead, they made up for the lack of affection by funding each child's lifestyle, spoiling them with lavish gifts and paying their university tuition.

Much like their mother, Maika was a social butterfly in high school, often earning attention from many of her male classmates. She had good grades, was the school's star volleyball player, and was generally well-liked and respected by peers.

From a young age, Maika had learned that keeping up appearances was important to the Bishop family. Because of this, she would often force herself to go to parties and social gatherings, even when Maika's true idea of fun was spending the night at home watching movies with their brother.

Close in age, the two were just as much friends as they were siblings. Though this all changed when Chance got married at just eighteen years old. For Maika, the decision was difficult to understand and in a lot of ways, they felt abandoned.

Maika attended university in Briar Ridge, studying interior design, in hopes to help with the growth and expansion of her family's realty business as they began to flip houses for profit.

It was in university that Maika first grew aquainted with Noa Andreas. While they had known of each other in passing, being matched as roommates must have been kismet. From day one, they were practically inseparable, experiencing a bond unlike anything Maika had ever felt before. Noa was her platonic soulmate, her other half. And despite having a long-term boyfriend who often tagged along on their adventures, Maika tried everything to shake the terrifying feelings she was developing for her best friend.

Between their disinterest in their coursework, feuding with their brother and a crush so big it was swallowing them whole, Maika did the only thing she could think of and ran away from her problems. Not only was her ex-boyfriend left wondering what had changed, but she had left Noa to pick up the pieces of her departure as her best friend struggled to pay the rent.

It only took one call to her cousin, Cameron, before Maika was on the first flight to New York City in hopes to start over. Determined to have no contact with her family members back home, Maika was forced to start from the bottom up, serving as waitress by day and mixing cocktails at a gay bar by night, as her cousin assisted in putting a roof above her head.

Although Maika is still on their self-discovery journey and hasn't put a label on their sexuality, they feel more comfortable in their own skin than ever before. Thanks to the help and support of her co-workers and her cousin, Cameron, Maika has been able to immerse themselves in an environment that has allowed them to be their most authentic self.

Now more confident and financially stable, they have chosen to join their cousin in returning back to Briar Ridge, facing their fears and their families together as she begins to live her life unapologetically. Confronting Noa on the other hand? A little more nerve wracking.

[ofwishfulthinking]

Task #1: Future goals

Diego:

Resolve marital conflict: Diego's business decisions have led to conflict in his relationship as he is clearly keeping secrets. His top priority is to resolve these conflicts by coming clean with Kai. Whether that occurs before or after he's resolved his business conflicts resolves to be seen. I do, though, imagine that this won't be easy for him to do as it requires that he was foolhardy and allowed himself to be conned. I also imagine that the fact that he decided to keep this information to himself will come with conflict of its own.

Rectify business mistakes: The most immediate goal, perhaps. Find a way to regain the investments he's lost and go ahead with the plans to open a second location. He hasn't quite figured out a way to claw himself out of the financial hole he's fallen into, though.

Become a grandfather: A personal goal and perhaps the only one out of his control, but Diego would one day love to be a grandfather. He loves his children and enjoyed watching them grow up, but will admit that there's a part of him that's sad about missing out on the baby stage. He figures that he and Kai are both too old to start over with a baby of their own, so grandchildren it is. There's a part of him that melts at the thought of watching Kai as a grandpa.

Edgar:

Establish a better work/life balance: A goal that's in progress. Edgar's grateful for Griffin as he's allowed him to pull back from the business. Maybe one day in the near future he'll end up pulling out of the business completely and either selling his half or move into being just a silent partner. He's not quite ready for that as yet, as he's not sure what he'd do if he were to "retire." He worries that the workaholic in him would simply take up another project.

Resolve marital conflict: Edgar's committed to his marriage. Even though they're currently separated, he still thinks of he and Marco as a unit. There's no world for him in which they're not together. So while he knows that Marco needs his time and space, Edgar's determined to make sure that his husband comes back home.

Come to terms with personal history: Edgar's childhood was not a happy one. To date, he doesn't have a relationship with his father because of it. He's not looking to fix that relationship as he doesn't believe there's anything Xavier can say to convince Edgar to forgive him, but Edgar does recognize that he needs to work out his feelings about his past and come to terms with his trauma if he's ever going to be able to go back home. This means also deciding whether or not he'd be willing to run the winery, which is a conversation that he'll have to have with his family (namely Marco) at a much later date.

Elijah:

Establish a career: Eli's always felt sort of directionless. He doesn't know what he wants to do in the future. He just knows that working at the cat cafe indefinitely isn't a sustainable plan especially as Noah gets older and starts school. Eli wants to be able to provide his son with everything he needs to live a happy and healthy life -- he'd like to maybe own a house in the future so that Noah can grow up somewhere stable and have a space to call his own -- and that won't happen while living paycheck to paycheck and struggling to make ends meet.

Outline a working relationship with Noah's mother: Eli has his personal feelings about Aileen which he knows he needs to work through, but that's a conversation for another day. He's determined to put those feelings aside for the sake of Noah, but only if Aileen can show that she really is committed to being in their son's life. At the end of the day, whether he loves her or hates her, Eli acknowledges that his own feelings aren't as important as Noah's right to have a relationship with his mother, but Eli won't allow that relationship to come at the detriment of his son.

Have another baby: Eli didn't really think he was the kind of person who wanted to have kids or would feel fulfilled by it, but he adores Noah, and maybe just maybe in the future when life is stable, he'll think about having another child.

Leila:

Resolve relationship conflict: Leila's still very much up in the air after running out on her fiancé. She's not really sure where she wants this to go (of course recognizing that he probably has strong feelings about the direction of their relationship himself) but perhaps, would like to be in a relationship as long as it didn't end in marriage.

Determine future career goals: While Leila isn't much for future plans, she knows that being a dancer isn't really a forever kind of thing. Sooner or later, she'll get too old for it. Modeling isn't something she wants to do again and teaching fitness classes seems like a good idea for right now. She admires that Calliope went from being a dancer to owning the lounge and thinks that maybe she could do something similar.

Establish herself as independent: This means being financially stable and not having to rely on anyone. Leila isn't really sure how she'll accomplish this right now, but it's the ultimate goal.

Malachi:

Continue to progress in PTSD treatment: Mal's come a long way since his diagnosis. Still, every day is a new struggle. For right now, his symptoms are pretty much stable and he feels healthy, but he knows that that could change in an instant. It's happened before, and he lives with the anxiety that it could happen again. So, his top goal is really to remain stable and to continue to work through the trauma and guilt.

Establish a second Swolemates location: The gym has really become his passion project. Professionally, Mal would like to expand the brand, open a few locations, maybe even become a chain.

Find his person: Malachi is, ultimately, a romantic. He hasn't been in very many serious relationships in his adult life, mostly because of his PTSD, but as he continues to remain stable, he finds himself thinking about being in a relationship with someone who gets him.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Chores

Things I have had to deal with, or am continuing to deal with, today:

Sinus headache (ongoing)

Upstairs neighbour doing very loud DIY (ongoing, and without so much as a “sorry for the inconvenience” note shoved under my door)

Conversation with my stepfather about financial bits (finished)

Yeah, if I’d known that today was when my upstairs neighbour was going to be hammering and drilling in the afternoon, I might not have picked today for the “Let’s see what we can do about getting your National Insurance contributions up to date” chat with my stepfather. Still, that chat went well.

Oh, I should explain ‘that chat’ for the non-UK people. See, we’ve got a state pension here, paid out by virtue of National Insurance contributions. This comes out of your paycheques automatically, which is why your employer needs your National Insurance number when they’re paying you. Thing is, there’s a certain threshold for NI contributions, and there were several years in there where my contributions did not reach the required threshold for a full NI contribution for the year because I was working as a temp ... or rather, because I was registered as a temp but not actually working because no assignments, but also not claiming Universal Credit (or whatever the benefits were at the time) because I was still holding out hope that that week was the week I’d get an assignment. Now that I am in a stable job, they want to fill some of those gaps in my NI contributions so that I can claim a full state pension when I retire. ...I mean, that’s assuming that state pensions are still accessible by the time it comes to my retirement age, and that the age at which one can claim one’s state pension doesn’t go up so high that I die before I’m eligible for it, but let’s be optimistic. Thing is, it’s a process, apparently, and is going to involve me calling HM Revenue and Customs to set it up before we can even aim for online payment. I don’t get it either, but it’s something I can look at tomorrow. Mostly because ... holy shit, I am not ringing the tax office with that much drilling and hammering going on upstairs.

Also I fed my stepfather some of my homemade instant hot chocolate and he liked it very much. Apparently this was also very well-timed because my mother was looking for powdered milk and apparently assumed it didn’t exist because she couldn’t find it in the tiny supermarket nearest to their place. I demonstrated the existence of dried milk with the fixings for my next batch of homemade instant hot chocolate, so he’s going home with that lovely bit of information. He was also quite happy to take some of the mint chocolate fudge I foisted on him - I mean, like hell was I going to eat it all on my own.

I did other chores today too. Mostly involving breaking down one very large box for the recycling, and taking out the garbage. Still, that’s a bit of a feat for me given that lugging that stuff down the stairs, outside, and out to the little shed where our dumpsters are is problematic at best. After all, when the load is awkward, I can’t use my cane. Leaves me with a bit of ow. And I get to compound that with sinus ow and “OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE PLEASE STOP THE NOISE” ow.

So for now, quick break, MOAR HOT CHOCOLATE MIX (I still have some but I’ve been having big mugs of it because it’s gorgeous and a good thing to have as a hot drink before bed when I don’t want coffee because caffeine but don’t want my sleepytime herbal tea either, so I need more), trip to the corner shop, and then maybe more demos. Or just something Zen, I dunno; my head hurts.

[blogeternal]

Simone Biles Family - A Source of Strength and Inspiration 

Simone Biles, the most decorated gymnast in history, credits much of her success to the unwavering support of her family. While her athletic achievements have earned her global recognition, her journey is a testament to the resilience and love of her family. Biles’ story is not only about her spectacular career in gymnastics but also about the strong family bonds that have shaped her life.

Early Family Life and Adoption

Simone Biles was born on March 14, 1997, in Columbus, Ohio, to Shanon Biles and Kelvin Clemons. Her early childhood was marked by instability due to her biological mother's struggles with substance abuse. As a result, Biles and her three siblings faced a tumultuous start, moving in and out of foster care. Her biological father was mostly absent, and her mother could not provide a stable environment, leaving the children in the care of the state.

In 2000, when Simone was just three years old, her maternal grandfather, Ron Biles, and his second wife, Nellie Biles, stepped in. They decided to adopt Simone and her younger sister, Adria. The couple took on the responsibility of providing a loving and stable home. The adoption process was finalized in 2003, and Simone has since regarded Ron and Nellie as her true parents. The two older siblings were adopted by Ron’s sister, further ensuring that the family stayed connected.

Ron and Nellie Biles: The Pillars of Support

Ron Biles, a retired air traffic controller, and Nellie Biles, a former nurse who owned a chain of nursing homes, created a nurturing environment for Simone and Adria. They moved the family to Spring, Texas, where Simone first encountered gymnastics during a daycare field trip. Ron and Nellie recognized her natural talent and enrolled her in gymnastics classes. Their support extended beyond the financial aspects of the sport; they provided the emotional backing and stability Simone needed to thrive.

Nellie Biles, in particular, played a pivotal role in Simone's development as an athlete. She encouraged Simone to pursue her passion while also emphasizing the importance of education and self-discipline. Nellie has often spoken about how she and Ron strived to give their daughters a normal upbringing, even as Simone’s gymnastics career began to take off. Their guidance and support have been instrumental in helping Simone navigate the pressures of elite sports.

Adria Biles: A Sibling Bond

Simone’s younger sister, Adria Biles, shares a close bond with her. Adria also dabbled in gymnastics during her childhood but eventually chose a different path. The two sisters share a tight-knit relationship, often supporting each other through the highs and lows of life. Adria has been a constant source of encouragement for Simone Biles, attending her competitions and celebrating her successes. The siblings’ bond is a testament to the strong family values instilled by Ron and Nellie.

Biological Mother: Shanon Biles

Simone's relationship with her biological mother, Shanon Biles, has evolved over the years. Despite the challenges they faced early on, Simone has been open about her desire to maintain a connection with Shanon. They have worked to rebuild their relationship, and Simone has expressed empathy for her biological mother's struggles. This complex family dynamic highlights Simone’s capacity for forgiveness and understanding, traits that reflect her emotional maturity.

Jonathan and Ashley Biles: Keeping the Family Ties

Simone’s older siblings, Jonathan and Ashley, were adopted by Ron Biles' sister, ensuring that they remained a part of the extended family. Although they did not grow up in the same household, Simone has maintained a close relationship with them. The Biles family gatherings are filled with love and support, showcasing a deep commitment to staying connected despite the unconventional family structure.

Conclusion: A Family That Inspires

The story of Simone Biles’ family is one of resilience, love, and determination. Ron and Nellie Biles provided the stability and support Simone needed to pursue her dreams. Their decision to adopt Simone and Adria changed the course of their lives, offering them a second chance in a loving home. The bond between Simone and her siblings, both adopted and biological, is a testament to the power of family ties.

[kit-just-kit]

What Kit’s relationship with her mother and father like? How about with Poppy and Jack? Does she see any parallels?

Amazing asks!

*This is Kit's deal with her parents - they're pretty much the best parents in the world, to her. Fun but not too fun, strict over certain moral principles (no cheating, lying or stealing etc) but not to the point of being overtly hardline. Balanced, fair and outstandingly.....average?

Vernon and Mattie were very much of the generation that matured in 1960's Britain - though they tend to keep secret that they met at a very 'hippy'fied music festival held near Stonehenge on one fateful Midsummer's eve!

What they absolutely instilled in both their children was that hard work is it's own reward. Vernon busted his arse in the late 70's and through the decade that followed to get his company off the ground and now, as a semi-retired man he and Mattie can reap the benefits. They had enought capital to be generous to Kit and Kal when they needed a bit of financial help and even now, Vernon manages the family's stock portfolio's excellently.

Mattie has run her own stabling and Equestrian centre next to their country home for the last forty years, with help from her long-standing staff of trainers, 'hands', riders and manager.

While Vernon was a teeny bit 'in-absentia' when Kit and Kal were children, it was only due to him working all the hours he could in the week in order to provide for his family. And to his credit, weekends with the kids and Mattie were sacrosanct.

Kit's 'working life' was almost the complete opposite in that, she didn't have one until her own children were very nearly all grown. From the time Poppy was born, Kit didn't work, instead attempting to be an attentive mother and perfect 'corproate' wife to Richard. It wasn't until her and Richard's marriage was at and amicable end, with Jack turning twelve and Poppy fourteen (so both in residential boarding school), when Kit took herself back to University - not to finish the teaching degree she'd begun after her own school years but this time, to study Psychology. It took her three years by which time Poppy was to starting her own University considerations.

So there aren't too many comparisons there. However, what is the same is the dedication and affection shared between parents and children - family is indeed a strong bond with the Prince's (and Jacksons).

Nowadays, Kit only see's Jack once every other weekend and Poppy even less due to her daughter's overseas studies. However, their time together is full of laughter, love and good times.*

[peaceofwealth]

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[zentloper-xmas]

Merry Christmas, y’all!

How do you write a Christmas letter for a year like this year? I won’t lie to you, it hasn’t been a fun year for the most part. But thanks to my family and a move, it hasn’t been a total bust either.

The biggest news is the house in Austin, TX. Well, Buda to be specific, which is a “smaller” berg south of Austin– bigger in quotes because it’s definitely growing, where growing = refuge for the mass exodus of Californians. We’ve been greeted, sassed, and everywhere in between from native Texan folk as a result. Nah, for the most part, everyone’s extremely friendly, especially those on our street who have welcomed us to the neighborhood.

The move happened in August. The touring and paperwork happened in July. In an… interesting turn of events, my parents decided “fuck it” and bought a home for the purpose of being a “landing pad” for myself and my partner, Neil, as well as my brother, Riordan, and his wife, Shawna. So technically, we’re renting. But the hassle of a cross-country move is over, and hell was that a hassle. I’d never done a long-distance move before, let alone across multiple states. And being the collector I am, I had A LOT of boxes. But it’s been really fun getting to unpack all those boxes and decorate an entire home!

At any rate, I’m endlessly thankful to be in the position we are now. And to my folks’ charity, who saw fit to use their stable financial position to give us all an opportunity. Previously we’d been occupying Neil’s parents’ secondary domicile. Once we moved out, they were able to put their home up on the market and sold quickly!– even during a pandemic, the Bay Area remains a hot housing market, for whatever reason… considering most tech companies are largely remote now.

Something that should have been big news but felt like a big fizzle was my graduation. I finished my Master’s program in May of this year (then SJSU proceeded to take forever to send out our degrees… how does it take FIVE months to mail a piece of paper??). I was halfway through my remaining class when COVID-19 struck, such that we muddled the remaining eight weeks out remotely before calling it good. Of course this meant no graduation ceremony or in-person acknowledgement of my accomplishment of any kind. No photos. No cap and gown. No balloons. Wasn’t even able to get together with my 2017 cohort for a send-us-off. Well, my parents did get me a cake after they saw how melancholic I was. I still just feel jipped.

So does my mom on that front, considering she’s a lecturer “at” UC Merced (notice those quotes again!). She misses the in-person classes and student interaction that made the job fulfilling. She actually had me film, edit, and upload all her lectures on YouTube so her students can learn remotely. So now she just attends office hours and meetings through Zoom. She and my dad were here in Texas for about a month, and it was actually easier for her because the internet connection was better here than Patterson, CA. LOL. Dad’s actually, factually, fully retired… for realsies this time! All the remote work was reason enough for him to finally pull that trigger. Now he struggles to figure out what to do with his free time– kidding, he just hits those home projects 100% harder now, ha.

Actually BIG news is my sister-in-law’s pregnancy! I’m gonna be an uncle… and really soon! She’s due early January. So 2021 is going to be very different with a baby in the house. Probably a good thing– I need some practice for my own eventual kiddos. We are all SO EXCITED to be welcoming a new addition to the Zentler brood, as it were.

Foolishly, though I knew it not at the time, I chose this year to set a goal to run 2020 miles this year. I got to complete a half marathon in January as well as another in February, but the one scheduled for March sadly got the axe. Thankfully our new hometown sponsored a small 5K “turkey trot” event over Thanksgiving. As of typing this, I’m a mere 100 miles from completion! So that’s a personal success.

I miss working at the theme park. I was all set up to be an Entertainment Supervisor for costumed characters going into the 2020 season. Thus far with all the stringent regulations California has in place, few entertainment venues have been able to do business, Great America included. For now I remain partially employed (contract work) with SEMI– a global industry association for semiconductors– mostly involved with website content management and marketing endeavors. Neil and Riordan are both employed with overnight graveyard gigs to help pay the bills.

Fun is still allowed in Texas, to the extent that safety isn’t compromised. The fam has been able to attend fun outdoor events like a corn maze/pumpkin patch, renaissance fair, tattoo expo, traveling carnival, and plenty of new tasty restaurants. To get in the spooky spirit in October, we even set-up our own haunted house walkthrough experience in the garage and handed out frozen popsicles to the kiddos– there were a lot of trick-or-treaters! We also have fun at home; the family enjoys playing board games and video games together most nights, and trying out new recipes in the kitchen. Here’s one of our favorites so far for Cranberry Orange Shortbread Cookies!: https://www.recipegirl.com/cranberry-orange-shortbread-cookies/

We hope all is well with you and yours (as much as possible), and that 2021 treats ALL OF US a whole lot better,

-Rick & Neil

[14buddy22]

We Love You

Part 9!

Aaron Hotchner x Single Mom!reader

WC: 3229

Warnings: mentions of sex - (unprotected sex), mention of breeding kink, Infertility mention, pregnancy

a/n: There will be a one last part to this series (and it will be a lengthy one), but I'm also thinking of a possible Epilogue. I'm not really sure yet.

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

You and Aaron decided that you didn’t want a honeymoon, if you really needed to have some alone time, you could send the kids with Garcia and Spencer or your brother. You two saved the money that you would’ve spent on a honeymoon and decided that you would open a separate bank account that would be donated to all things vacation.

It was a rainy day and Aaron had a day off. Well, a day off from actually going into work. He got up in the morning, did some paperwork while the kiddos were playing. You walked into his office and coaxed him out into coming to sit with you at the table to pay some bills. 

You were looking at your paychecks, Aaron was definitely the breadwinner. You being a teacher, it was never about the money for you, only about helping change kids for the better, but with him being the Unit Chief of an FBI unit, you felt hopeless sometimes when you both got paychecks and were paying bills. 

Aaron noticed you were thinking about something, but he didn’t know what could be wrong. Usually you were singing or constantly talkin, he didn’t know how you could sing and talk when paying bills. But everything was always paid on time and paid correctly.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing.”

You were looking at your paycheck compared to Aaron’s. You loved your job, you really do, you couldn’t care less about the money, but you didn’t know how Aaron felt. Your combined income was enough, more than some families make, you two aren't hurting. Aaron had lived in an apartment so most of his salary was just going into a savings account. 

You had thought about getting a second job to work over the summer to have additional income. Aaron never complained nor did he ever make you feel like your salary was enough, but you still felt like you weren’t contributing enough. 

“Am I good enough for you?” 

Aaron’s head shot up and said, “What?!”

You looked at him and Grace and came running into the kitchen. “Daddy! Daddy! Scary monster.” 

Your kids were watchin Scooby Doo. You were surprised she lasted as long as she did. He picked her up and said, “It’s okay. It’s okay, they’re not real. I promise.” He kissed her cheek and wiped her tears. Go play in the playroom. Daddy needs to talk to mommy.”

He put her down and she ran into the playroom. Aaron looked at you and said, “What’s going on?”

“My check, it’s nothing compared to yours. You’re the breadwinner and I feel like I’m not enough, you deserve someone who’s going to -”

“I’m going to stop you right there. No, I deserve you. I don’t deserve someone else because you’re everything I could ever want and more. I deserve you. You’re the one for me. I could care less about how much you make. And I don’t really make that much more than you. Honey, we’re more than financially stable. We’re okay. We have a beautiful house in which it’ll be paid off soon. We’re okay. You took your job because you love kids and you love making a difference in their life. I know that. Your job allows you weekends and summers off. You get to stya home with our kids when I’m gone. The FBI should owe me more money, but I can’t go to Strauss demanding more.”

You chuckled and looked at him. He reached out for your hand and you took it. 

“Your paycheck is fine. We get our bills paid, we have a retirement fund set up, each kid has their own college fund getting set up, and we have an account open for vacations. We’re okay. We budget very well. Too bad Strauss doesn’t have you. They’re always making budget cuts.”

“No one budgets better than me.”

“You and your spreadsheets, this is why I love you.”

He pulled you into a deep kiss and you grabbed the back of his head. You tugged at his hair and he let out a moan into your mouth. 

“Too bad we’re not 20 something with no kids. I’d take you right here and now.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek. You looked at your 4 children watching the movie and you smiled. He put a hand on your stomach and said, “Let’s finish paying these bills so then we can maybe talk about some other things. Maybe other things involve you, me, and a little one.” 

After paying bills and spending time with the kids. You and Aaron were watching some Netflix. You were watching a show your brother recommended. You were shocked he watched it. Grace and Frankie. You watched a few episodes and Aaron had been hooked. It was a feel good show that wasn’t talking about crime.

“I believe the young adults are doing this thing called, “Netflix and Chill.”

“I’m not Netflix and chilling with you. We’re Netflix and relaxing. The kids are still up, we can chill later.”

Aaron laid his head on your stomach and you were running your hands through his hair. You and Michael were never really clingy, you liked the occasional post-sex cuddle, but that was really it. However, your relationship with Aaron, you found each other to be extremely clingy. You didn’t know if it was due to the fact that you both had a relationship that your spouses got their lives taken away in a split second. In Aaron’s line of work, there was even less time you got to spend with him due to his job, so whatever time you did have, you were always with each other, because you knew it was possible that your family could be broken up, again, and that scared both you and Aaron.

“Did you always want a big family, Aaron?”

“Yes. I did. But, once Jack was born, I realized how little I was involved in his life due to my job. I couldn’t ask Haley to have another child because I knew how much more stressful her life would be if I gave her another Hotchner to take care of.”

“Would you want to have a baby with me?” 

Aaron’s head shot up and said, “Absolutely.”

“I know we’ve talked about it before, but I wanted to make sure you still did. Because talking about children and raising children are two different things. And you’re a great father. I don’t have doubts that you won’t love our children. I think we should talk with the kids about it though.”

You and Aaron weren’t getting any younger. You loved being a mom to yours and Aaron’s 4 kids, but on multiple occasions, you and Aaron found yourselves discussing the kids and then it was talks about a little one running around. One that solidified your love even more. A creation that was part you and part Aaron. One that would bond all the siblings together even more. 

There had been numerous times when your kids were asking you about a new baby, and they seemed to always do it around Aaron. Jack would start asking you and Aaron more and more all the time. However, there was one kid who tended to not get as happy as the rest of the siblings, and that was your oldest, Joey. He was 8, but he was always good at explaining himself.

Aaron sat up from his spot on top of you and said, “Let’s talk to Joey tonight. What do you say? Once we get the kids to bed?”

You pulled him closer to your body and kissed him. You both knew it was going to be a tough conversation to tackle, but, Joey was your son, tough conversations were going to come up, this had to be talked about because if it wasn’t you were afraid he’d show resentment to you and Aaron. And you didn’t want to live with that. You couldn’t live with that. 

Once you got the rest of the kids to sleep, you and Aaron sat on the porch swing outside. It was a place that brought comfort to everyone. Much more calming than sitting at the kitchen table. Around the campfire, you told your kids that you and Aaron were dating, then Aaron had a talk with all the kids about marrying you while you stayed after school to help set up an event. This was an important place, and the kids all knew that. 

“So, Dad and I want to talk to you.”

Joey sat inbetween you two and you opened your hand for him to grab at any point.

“Joey, your mom and I had been talking about maybe having another baby. But I know from being a big brother, that comes with a lot of responsibility. You know what my job is right?” 

Joey nodded as he said, “You’re an FBI agent. A profiler.”

“Exactly, so I study people’s behavior and I know I told your mom, brother, and sister that I’d never profile any of you, but sometimes I can’t help it. And, if there’s something that’s bothering you, as it seems there is, I want you to know that you can talk to your mom or I about it. Even if you don’t want to tell me, you can always go to your mom. Do you understand that?”

You grabbed Aaron’s hand behind your son’s back. Aaron was getting nervous, you could tell. Your son may have been about ready to tell you he doesn’t want another sibling. Most say it shouldn’t be up to their children, but you and Aaron needed that confirmation. Your three kids have each other. Jack, on the otherhand, had gone from being an only child to now being a brother to 3 other kids. 

The thought guilted you into thinking that your children didn’t want any more siblings because they wouldn’t be their mom’s and their biological dad’s. It would be their mom and Aaron’s kids.

Your son nodded and Aaron continued. 

“I’ve noticed that whenever Tyler, Jack, and sometimes Grace ask for a baby brother or sister, you kind of just go quiet. I want you to know that while sometimes babies can come unexpectedly, we’re trying to plan out if your mom and I want a baby. But, you seem hesitant. Is there a reason that you’re comfortable sharing with me? Otherwise, I can go inside and you and your mom can talk. And that’s okay too. Whatever you want to do, your mom and I will listen either way.” 

“No, I want you to stay.”

You watched your son shift closer to Aaron. Your heart ached at the sight before you. Your children had their own little bond with Aaron in a special way. Grace and him napped together - even though he constantly denied he was sleeping and that he was just “resting his eyes”. Tyler and Aaron bonded over their love of soccer and golf. Aaron had taken him to the range ever since he showed an interest when Aaron was watching the Masters. It took Joey a little while to find a bond. Joey had a particular interest in Aaron’s job but Aaron didn’t want him to get too close. It had taken a while for Aaron to tell you about Haley and about what George Foyet did to him, but he didn’t tell your children. Joey also found an interest in cooking, but with Aaron constantly coming and going because of cases, it was hard to always plan out a dinner when both of them were there. But on Father’s Day, they both shared a love for hiking, and it was a way to help make sure that Joey would always remember Michael. 

You looked at your son and said, “Go ahead, you can talk to us honey.” 

“It’s not that I don’t want you to have a baby. I do want another baby brother or sister.”

Aaron said, “Then what’s going on inside that smart little head of yours?”

“The new baby’s going to come and then everyone will love that baby more because it’s a baby from you and Dad. You’re married to him now and not Dad. You’ll forget about me. You’ll love me less because I’ll be the oldest of 5. You two will only be worried about the baby. This baby will be one that has the same mom that I do and won’t be the same Dad.”

Ahh, there it was… and it broke your heart. You had tears in your eyes. 

“Joey, I could never love you any less, no matter how many kids I have. You’re my first born. YOU are my baby. I love all my children the same way.”

Aaron had looked down at Joey and Aaron pulled him into him tighter. 

“Joey, I understand you think we’ll love a baby more because it’s one your mom and I created together, but I can promise you, that’s not going to change. Your mom will love you just as much if we have a baby.”

“Will you still love me just as much, Dad?”

“Joey, of course I’ll love you just as much as your sibling. I can promise you that.” 

“So, is it okay if your mom and I have a baby?” 

“Yeah.” 

He climbed onto Aaron’s lap and hugged him. Aaron kissed the top of his forehead and you of course captured that into a snapshot. That picture would make its way to Joey’s wedding (eventually). 

You let them sit together for a while before telling Joey it was bedtime. Aaron tucked him in and then walked to your shared bedroom. He locked the door and slowly walked over to you.

“So, what do you say, you want to start a family?” 

“I want this, we could raise a cute kid. Our whole family, together as one. 

“Yours, Mine, and Ours.”

Aaron laid on top of you and whispered, “The night is young.”

After an incredible night of sex, you didn’t realize how big of a breeding kink Aaron had. The thought of him putting a baby in you made him last longer, and keep going for a couple rounds. The next morning, you were sore and he was tired. You guess the old man couldn’t keep up. 

You chuckled to yourself watching him sleep past 8am. He never slept in, no matter how many times you told him it was okay. But he believed that if he slept in, the day was over, which it clearly was not. But after last night, and a few rounds in the middle of the night, you were glad he was sleeping in. You figured Grace would start getting up soon if she wasn’t up already. 

You slipped out of bed and walked into your bedroom. You bent down to look underneath the sink. You had been ovulating and it wasn’t the first night you two had had sex without a condom. Most of the time you two were good about it, but sometimes you needed each other so badly that it just slipped your minds. 

You were lookin for some pregnancy tests. You knew you weren’t pregnant from last night but you’d be needing them shortly. That made you ten times happier to realize that you’d be carrying Aaron’s baby. 

A few weeks had passed when you found yourself sitting in the bathroom, timer counting down from 10 minutes. Aaron was out of town on a case and you were about to find out if everyone’s lives were about to change in a minute and 22 seconds. 

You thought back to the time you found out you were pregnant with Joey. Michael had been so happy to become a father. It was something you and him had talked about. You knew Aaron was going to be happy to become a father, but you knew that came with a lot of doubts, would he want to leave his job? You wouldn’t let him, even if this baby is half his. 

The timer had gone off and you flipped the test around. Pregnant. You immediately began to tear up. You put a hand on your stomach and started talking to the little baby who couldn’t even hear yet. 

Then you went into planning mode, were you going to have to move? Would the boys be okay sharing a room, would Joey want to move to the basement? You weren’t sure about anything yet, you hadn’t even told Aaron or the kids. How were you going to tell Aaron?

You wanted to wait a few more weeks before telling Aaron. You wanted to surprise him in a good way, so you decided to have a onesie made that said, “Unit Chief in training.” 

Aaron had gotten home from a case late one night and made his way to the bedroom. You were laying in bed watching TV and he moved to come kiss you. 

“How was work?You’re in the 2nd week of school, is everyone starting to get settled in?”

“Yeah, it was great. How was your case?”

“You know, for as terrible as it was, we managed to save any further victims and save the little girl.”

“I’m glad, that’s really good.”

He took off his tie and he said, “You know, I was thinking, I know we were a little discouraged you weren’t pregnant yet, but let’s keep trying and if it doesn’t work, we’ll go to an infertility doctor, I’ll go with you. We’ll figure it out. And if we can’t have a child together, then that’s okay, because we already have 4 crazy kids. So, let’s try again. Tonight.”

Aaron leaned on top of you and started kissing you. 

“Aaron?”

“What?”

You grabbed the package from his side of bed and said, “You got a package today.”

“It can wait. I want to be with you. I don’t even remember what I ordered. Probably a new FBI shirt or something.”

“No, no, Aaron. It’s fine, come on, we can get back to it after you open it up and hang up your suit and then we can have sex.”

He leaned back on his heels and took the package. He opened it and pulled out the onesie. He read it and immediately looked at you then looked at the outfit. 

“Honey.”

“I’m pregnant Aaron. We’re having a baby.”

You were crying and he immediately wrapped you in a hug and kissed you. You had secretly been recording this reaction. Of course you’d cut out the spicy scene that took place prior but it was all worth it to get this reaction from your husband. You and him were so happy. You were having a baby. One that would be half you and half Aaron. 

Aaron leaned down and kissed your stomach. He held his hand over it and you placed yours on top. 

“Hi baby, it’s your daddy. We already love you so much. You’re going to be born into this crazy family with 4 older siblings. Your brothers and sister will love you. Your Uncle Sonny will love you and all your BAU aunts and uncles are going to love you so much. Grow nice and safe in mommy’s belly. Take your time and hurry up because I can’t wait to hold you in my arms. Daddy will always love you.”

Next Part!

[truthsaved-a]

@conzierge  said   “we’re aren’t them.”  /  from moa 

olive toned hand that rest upon his knee squeezed gently as she spoke.   it was a whisper in his ear so the other parents wouldn’t hear.   mulder had his doubts and worries about the process.   one being that he was far above the normal age for this sort of thing  ...   and with his history from the bureau he worried that there would be questions that would come up regarding stability and mental health.   his fingers curled around hers and head tilted just so towards where she still leaned into him.    ❛  i know we have a lot to offer within our own rights and i thank you for reminding me of that everyday leading up to this. ❜   they were financially stable with their combined salaries.   mulder was willing to retire to only part time consulting to be the stay at home parent.   the case manager had to see that.   he hoped they would see that.   

a squeeze of moa’s hand and his eyes finally averted from their fixed point on the wall across them in the waiting room to land on her face.    ❛  we’ve done everything we could to make ourselves and our house a suitable home.   all that is left between us and a child is this last interview paperwork.  ❜   it was as much reassurance to himself as it was for her.   she kept her cool so much easier.  

mulder always thought he would be a horrible father because of his own broken family.   the relationship with his dad and failure to watch his sister one of the first times he was left in charge marred a large scar on his heart.   he realized sometime into working on the x-files that when he was presented cases with children (and actually managed to do well with them) offered insight into how he wouldn’t carry on the cold attitude towards a child.  in the relationship with moa,   they’d progressed naturally until one day the thought was borne of adopting.   uncertainty surrounded it for a brief period until he realized that was something he really wanted with her.    ❛  hey,  promise me you won’t love me any less when my feet are swollen and all i crave is weird food combinations?  ❜  a smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. 

[hskrealm]

memories. (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: angst, smut, a liiittle bit of fluff in some places

word count: 6.2k (it wasn’t supposed to be this LONG IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE)

 warnings: eh where do i start... reader is VERY traumatized, she’s kinda crazy too (just a little) mentions of major character death, familial issues, this fic is just very dark for like the first 2k words lol, yoongi loves his fucking sword, commoner!yoongi, king!yoongi, criminal!reader, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom!yoongi, etc.

summary: “We can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.”

notes: inspired by @dontaskshhhhh and the daechwita mv. there’s probably many typos as usual y’all—

Even though you were a lowlife, you couldn’t stand being handled roughly.

It wasn’t your fault that you had an unfortunate upbringing. Your parents were very wealthy when you were born, but after the family business failed due to illegal scamming and falsifying of information, you were left to support yourself.

Literally. They didn’t give you a single thing to live off of after the age of five, which was fine. Your grandparents took after you, and once you were able to have a say in it, you decided to never set foot in the presence of your mother and father again if you could help it.

All was fine up for the next twelve years after that, until your grandparents bailed out on you too. Something about not having the funds to support all three of you financially, although they had several beach houses to their names, and enormous retirement checks to rely on.

You had gotten used to being given up on by this point, so you weren’t as emotionally devastated as you should’ve been when you’d come home from school one day, and your grandparents had all of your belongings packed up by the front door with a nice little note on top to let you know that you’d have to find somewhere else to lay your head.

They didn’t even have the decency to tell you to fuck off in person. You laugh sometimes thinking about it, since that’s all you could do now. The past was behind you, and you can’t change it. You didn’t really want to, either, because you learned quite a bit from your younger self.

For starters, you learned from your previous encounters to never lay your trust in anyone ever again, even if they were to offer you everything you needed and more. You’d made this mistake too many times to make it again. Besides, if you couldn’t trust your own parents, then you’d be setting yourself up for failure if you decided to seek assurance in a stranger... no matter the relationship you may have developed with them.

Although you knew you couldn’t trust anyone, you quickly learned that it was okay to take advantage of help when it was given to you.

That is how you got back on your feet, after all.

You met a good group of people.

Well, good to you, but not to the law, or outsiders.

You didn’t trust them, but you allowed them to take you in. They were just like you; lost and traumatized, but they confided in one another. They didn’t really have a choice, since they only had each other.

You had an amazing run with them. They made you laugh, cry, and they supported you. Just like family, you supposed. You never had a stable family to compare the kind of love they gave you to, but you figured it’d be something similar.

You never had an abundance of anything, but you had just enough, and that was okay. You were never the type of girl who desired to live lavishly anyway.

It was remarkably easy for you to pick up on their habits. You had become keen on cheating, lying, and stealing after only two months of being in their company. It came easily to you, and you used your newly developed skills to wiggle your way in and out of certain situations.

You couldn’t wiggle your way out of this one, though. The cuffs on your wrists wouldn’t allow for that.

You sucked in a breath as you were thrown to the ground, your knees scraping against the material of your jeans as you made impact.

“Be any fucking rougher, could you?” You hissed toward the guard over your shoulder, although you wiggled your fingers nervously behind your back.

He smirked at you, stifling a laugh as he carried his muscular frame toward the large double doors that you were forced through moments prior to being manhandled toward the ground.

“Enjoy your last few moments of life, honey.” He spit, his face falling expressionless afterward as he allowed the doors to slam shut behind himself, leaving you to your thoughts. You couldn’t see his face, but you were certain that he was sporting a shit eating grin. If you could, you’d slap it off of his face.

You couldn’t see a thing in the room that you were in, and you began to grow anxious as the anticipation began to eat away at you, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your chest.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and held back a loud cry, your eyes watering as the realization finally settled upon you. You couldn’t keep up your tough girl exterior anymore, and you were going to die in this pitch black room at any moment.

What if this was part of the execution? What if the room was this dark purposefully? To add to the shock factor? That would be sure get someone shaken up, knowing they could be taken out by a gunshot, a quick slice of a sword, something hanging from the ceiling—

You paused, sniffing the tears away quickly. You knew your eyes would get puffy if you cried for any more than a few seconds, and you wanted to be remembered for being strong, not a wimp. News would spread quickly after your death, and you knew it would. It always did.

You evaluated your position for a moment. You were crying because you were afraid of death.

Seriously, you were afraid of something that was inevitable?

You choked back a laugh, a small smile cracking on your face before you burst out into a full on fit of giggles.

You wouldn’t be tortured to death, and you knew that for sure. That sort of punishment was only allowed for sexual crimes, acts of severe hatred, domestic abuse, or murder.

You’d be killed quickly, and you were crying because of that? You’d have lost all of your street credit if word got back to your little gang.

You looked like a lunatic. Knees pressed into the ground, hands behind your back, and laughing wildly as strands of your hair flew onto your face from the occasional draft that would flow through the room.

You knew it, too, but you picked up this tip from a certain black haired boy with a scar over his eye. He used to be involved with your group of criminals.

He told you to laugh in any situation where you were put under extreme pressure. You told him that he was crazy for giving you such shitty advice, but once you tried it after being taken into custody for the first crime, you realized that he may have given you some valuable information.

“You’ll either relax a bit and take some of the stress off, or they’ll think you’re crazy and let you go. Win win, right?”

You smiled as your laughter began to die out.

You’d always remember Yoongi, but he was dead to you now.

He was the only person in that group that you connected with. Still, you didn’t trust him, but you could rely on him to help you every now and then if you needed to.

He left without a word, something about wanting to better himself. He’d mentioned that a few times before he actually left, but you didn’t think he’d follow through.

That was the first time that you’d been physically hurt when someone important to you left.

You didn’t speak for a few weeks, laugh for months, or manage to take care of yourself properly for quite some time.

He was so important to you, and he knew it. He didn’t care though, because he still left. Why did you care then?

You didn’t.

You wouldn’t have to care about anything in a few more minutes.

You rolled your neck from side to side, shaking yourself free from any final thoughts as you waited patiently for your execution.

You considered begging for your life, but there was no reason to. You didn’t have anything to lose anymore.

You sat quietly for another minute or so.

Every muscle inside of your body tensed at the sound of leisurely paced footsteps striking against the ground. You felt like you were going to explode, but you managed to keep yourself together.

“Lift your head.”

You immediately obeyed the request, fearful that you’d be tortured immensely if you hadn’t.

You took a deep breath, stopping midway through it as you felt the cool metal of a sword press right under your chin.

The panic began to settle in again, and you began to fidget around like a fish out of water as the sword grazed the skin of your neck.

“Luckily for you, ________, stealing isn’t punishable by execution.” Your eyes ballooned out of your skull, and your mouth dried instantly as you fell into a coughing fit.

“You’d better hold your breath if you want to keep your life.” The person with the sword against your windpipe teased, and you shrieked in terror and disbelief as you confirmed that the voice belonged to who you thought was the rightful owner.

“YOONGI!” You screamed so loudly that your voice bounced off of the walls in the room and echoed back, possibly louder than the scream itself.

You weren’t sure if you screamed because he was the one threatening you with a weapon, or that there was still a very large sword pressed to your jugular even though he just said that stealing isn’t punishable by execution.

How would he know that, anyway?

The room began to lighten up at the same time the sword did against your neck. You were vaguely able to make out Yoongi’s figure in front of you.

You winced slightly as the lights brightened fully, and you came face to face with the sack of ass that left you to suffer years ago.

You checked your surroundings immediately afterward, confused to find that you were in the aisle of what you knew to be a temple.

Was this a fucking joke?

You weren’t sure of what to say. You had questions, obviously, but you also wanted to scream at him for being an asshat and playing such a dumb prank on you.

How are you supposed to start a conversation with someone that you hadn’t talked to in years, though?

Yoongi could read your confusion, a sadistic smile on his face as he walked toward you as if he had achieved something great.

He leaned down in front of you, a few pieces of his blonde hair brushing against your forehead. You thrashed around in the cuffs as he placed a light peck to your forehead, just as he did when the two of you were on good terms.

“Get the fuck off of me.” You threatened, and he hummed at your attitude.

“Still as gorgeous as ever, ________.” You bit down on the insides of your cheeks as he angled himself away from you.

He was as gorgeous as ever himself, the scar still perfectly etched into his skin as if it’d never heal, his face a bit more mature since the last time you saw him, and his hair a bright blonde instead of the shiny black it was a few years back.

You hated him.

“I hate you.” You voiced your thoughts, and Yoongi simply shrugged while taking a few steps backwards, maintaining his eye contact with you.

“You wouldn’t hate me if you knew what I’ve done for you.” He responded simply, his chocolate colored eyes squinted in distaste as he turned around on his heels, walking cooly to a chair that would’ve resembled a King’s throne.

It actually was a throne, but you didn’t understand why he was sitting on it. Min Yoongi was certainly no King. He was a rude and inconsiderate excuse of a friend.

Er, acquaintance, rather. You never really had friends, and you’d like to keep it that way.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, nose turned up in skepticism. Yoongi smiled a bit, licking his lips as he reminisced upon the events that happened a bit earlier today.

He saw you being dragged into the temple by one of his guards, struggling to keep your footsteps aligned due to the inability to control the pace of your walking.

He watched as the doors of the temple swung open and you were thrown to the ground harshly. He was hidden in the shadows as he observed the scene, immediately knowing that feisty voice of yours like the sword that he carried with him daily.

It was one of the things he loved most about you. After all, he was the one that practically made that part of you, and he didn’t regret it one bit.

It pained him to know that you were brought to him under terms of execution, but he assumed this would be the way you’d turn out if you continued to involve yourself with that group of people. That’s why he left you on your own.

Plus, the road to becoming King didn’t require the help of anyone else, and it certainly didn’t require yours. This was a task that he needed to complete on his own, and now that he had, his goal was simply to remain in power.

That’d be easy. People feared tyrants.

Yoongi was no tyrant, but he had tyrannical tendencies, one of them being participating in the execution of prisoners. Now, it was strictly prohibited for a King to execute a commoner, but he didn’t mind. Plus, he did sit back and watch most times as he was supposed to, so what was the harm?

He was the highest form of authority there was anyway, so who’d complain to him about what he could and couldn’t do?

He battled with himself to figure out a proper way to ease you out of this. He couldn’t outright call the execution off, and he knew that. No one would fear a King who spared the life of some measly village girl, and Yoongi craved the fear of his people.

Perhaps he could drag you elsewhere once the guard left. If he was to be questioned about it, he could mention something about needing to speak to you privately before your execution.

No, that’s dumb. Who’d believe that?

Maybe he could wait just until your execution was to take place, and halt it, saying that you were wrongly convicted of your crimes?

He couldn’t do that either. You’d been caught stealing multiple times before, and your criminal record was long enough to prove that you were the right person sentenced to death.

So, Yoongi lost about half of his dignity when he marched right up to the guard that dragged you inside, and asked him to let you be.

Of course, the guard agreed, but Yoongi’s ego had faltered momentarily.

He gained all of that dignity back, though, when he heard you scream his name while kneeling with your hands cuffed behind your back.

What a sight to see.

Yoongi glanced back down at you from his throne, a cocky smile on his face as he shifted his position in the gigantic chair, turning his body slightly sideways as he threw his legs over the side of it.

“Nothing, so I guess you’re right. I haven’t done a thing to help you.” He shrugged, bending over onto the ground to grab his scabbard. He slid the sword into it with practiced ease and dropped it to the ground.

The sound of the weapon scraping against the sides of the holder caused you to cringe, and you jumped as the sound of it hitting the floor bounced off of the walls a few times, just as your scream did earlier.

You gulped at the thought, wondering if he really would have killed you if he had gotten the chance.

“What’s your deal with them anyway?” Yoongi questioned after a few moments of thick silence. Your head snapped up to meet his eyes the moment he began to speak.

“I don’t have to answer anything you ask me, and it’s none of your business.” You responded, and Yoongi quirked an eyebrow.

“I would’ve assumed that you’d catch on a little earlier. You have always been a smart girl, but I suppose all of the thieving and lying caught up with you after a few years.” You said nothing, suddenly feeling overwhelming guilt.

“You do have to answer everything I ask you, actually. I can’t kill you for stealing, but I can kill you for treason.” You scoffed. There he was, playing the royalty card again.

“Treason? Yoongi, give it up. You can’t be executed for treason toward a commoner. Have you lost your mind?” He narrowed his eyes at you and stood up, taking the short walk toward you again.

“You are a commoner, ________. I am not.” You were tired of his dumb breakdowns.

“What are you supposed to be then?” You smirked, and Yoongi returned the smirk with a lick of his lips.

You watched with furrowed eyebrows as he shrugged the thick black jacket he was wearing off of his slim shoulders, and you inhaled a shaky breath as you vaguely made out the emblem of the kingdom on both of his shoulders in the dim lighting of the temple.

“Oh my fucking God.” Your voice cracked as you whispered, your bottom lip trembling in defeat as you realized your humongous fuck up.

You slowly lifted your head, immediately meeting Yoongi’s eye contact. He jutted his bottom lip out to mock you, before quickly twisting his lips into a sly smile.

“You know what to do.” You nodded, lowering your upper body to the ground slowly.

You weren’t low enough to the ground for his liking, so he grabbed his sword and retrieved it from its covering, and pressed the dull side of it against the back of your head to force you lower. Your forehead was touching the ground.

“Better.” He sighed, holding you there for a few seconds before placing the sword back at his side. When you no longer felt the pressure of it on your head, you deemed it okay to lift yourself up.

Your mind was pooling with questions.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He joked, placing the sword in front of him as he stacked both of his hands onto its handle.

“How?” You asked weakly, and he feigned confusion.

“How are you King? You can’t be King with that scar over your eye.” You wanted to find any plausible fault to the idea that he was King.

“Why can’t I?” He asked with a cock of his head. The question was meant to be unanswered, but you stupidly responded anyway.

“The scar symbolizes impuriti—“

“Then I must be pretty powerful, hm?” He laughed, swinging the sword off of the ground to rest on top of his shoulder. He gave you a pity glance as he took a few steps to land himself behind you.

“I’m not going to put you in prison.” He sighed heavily, as if the admittance of him allowing you freedom hurt his conscious dearly.

“Why not?” You asked eagerly, trying desperately not to show how excited you were as your fingers twitched behind your back.

“I’m not going to imprison you, but I need you to make me a promise.” He said, removing the sword from his shoulder as he slid it in the space between your back and the chain of the handcuffs.

You stood deathly still.

“Anything.” You responded instantaneously. You’d regret it later.

Or maybe you wouldn’t.

“Don’t let me see your face around here again.” What?

Around the temple? In the village? Where were you supposed to go?

“I—“ He placed his foot against your lower back, digging his shoe into your skin through the fabric as he tugged the sword forcefully toward himself, successfully breaking the chain of the cuffs and sending it flying backward.

You moaned at the feeling, bringing your wrists in front of you as you twisted each of them around a few times to rid yourself of any stiff muscles.

“Get out.”

•••

“You called me back here?” You sighed, leaning your head against the opened doors as Yoongi hummed with a small nod.

“Yes, I did. Come in, and close the doors behind you.” You raised an eyebrow, although you shut the temple doors and walked down the aisle that would lead you to Yoongi’s throne.

He stood up from his royal seat, walking halfway down the aisle to meet you. You took the time to notice his appearance. He was dressed just like he was when you saw him a few years ago before he completely vanished. Baggy clothes, low rise sneakers, and a few chains dangling from his neck.

You held an unimpressed expression as you stood face to face with him, but seeing him dressed like this gave you a small bit of satisfaction. Of course, you wouldn’t tell him that though.

Unknown to you, Yoongi chose to dress like this to keep you comfortable with him. He needed you to be a bit vulnerable if you are going to hear him out, and he knew this would be one step closer to achieving that vulnerability.

Plus, he was taking you out today. Yes, to explain everything that’s happened during the past couple of years while he wasn’t around, but also for his personal satisfaction.

He missed you just as much as you missed him.

“We’re going to that little spot a few minutes away from here. The one we always used to—“

“I know, Yoongi. I really don’t want to bring up the past anymore.” You stopped him, holding your hand up as you cut him off in the middle of his sentence. You didn’t mean to come off so harshly, but the years of emotional trauma didn’t make that easy for you.

Yoongi nodded once, although he felt a little pang in his chest in you basically admitting that you didn’t want to go to the special place the two of you created a few years back, and you probably didn’t even want to be with him right now.

“Sure, okay.” He sighed, clearing his throat as he walked toward a hidden back entrance that he used at times to leave the temple.

You watched as he took his first few steps, before turning over his shoulder to stare at you with annoyance written all over his features.

“Are you going to follow me, or are you just going to stand there and look stupid?” You rolled your eyes and began to follow after him, Yoongi turning back toward the front once you caught up with him.

He continued to walk, and you desperately tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips as bits and pieces of the Yoongi you knew were starting to shine through.

•••

The walk to the secluded spot by that small river that you remember so fondly was uncomfortable and stuffy.

Neither of you said a word, simply letting the leaves crunching under the both of your shoes fill the silence.

The sun was beginning to set, and the rays cast a beautiful shadow over the river. It looked just as it did the last time you were here.

That day… that day was the happiest you’d been in years.

That was also the day Yoongi got his scar.

“Where the fuck did you go?” Yoongi asked, laughing loudly as he stumbled over a few branches while searching for you behind the trees and shrubs near the river.

“I’m never playing hide and seek with you again. You’re an asshole for this.” You chuckled, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth as you hoped desperately that he hadn’t heard.

But, it was Yoongi. Of course he’d heard.

“Your cute little laugh is going to get you in trouble.” You ducked lower behind the shrub in front of you, peering out over the edge to see if you could see his shadow approaching.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when you couldn’t see him anymore, squinting and leaning forward a bit to see if your eyes were playing tricks on you.

Yoongi snuck up behind you, cursing under his breath when you snapped your head in his direction.

You hadn’t fully processed that it was Yoongi when he finally came into view and attempted to scare you, so you pushed him backward roughly. This sent him tumbling over a rock, and his face smashed against the forest floor.

“Oh my God!” You screamed, running over to him, your black combat boots seeming to be too heavy at that moment.

He was breathing heavily and holding one side of his face, and when you rolled him onto his back, the sight of the blood creeping between his fingers was enough to make you pull him up to his feet, and you dragged him all the way back to the village within a handful of minutes.

You had ripped off a piece of your oversized shirt and wrapped it over his eyes sometime during this process.

The two of you were spotted by a group of people as you neared the village again, and they helped you pull Yoongi to the home of a medic who would sew his skin together.

He had the stitches for two months, and even after they removed, he still had the scar.

You felt terrible, but you never got the chance to apologize.

He left the day after his stitches were removed.

“________.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip.

“________!” Yoongi shouted, and you came to with a small jolt.

“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled from your lips effortlessly, and it felt so, so good after all these years.

You walked quickly to meet Yoongi as he sat near the edge of the river, the wind blowing lightly which made his hair a disheveled mess.

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi.” You repeated, clearly this time as you sat down next to him, keeping a few feet between the two of you because you weren’t sure where your emotions were at the moment, and you certainly weren’t sure what he was feeling.

There was an awkward silence.

“What?” He laughed, the confusion evident on his face.

“What are you talking about?” You scratched nervously at your arm as he scooted a bit closer to you.

A part of you wanted to condemn him, but a larger part of you wanted him to stay right next to you.

“I’m really sorry about the scar. You left before I could apologize, and it’s been making me feel so guilty for the past couple of years, but—“ Yoongi shook his head, taking your hand into his as he intertwined your fingers with his, just like he used to back then.

You let your hand flop loosely in his.

“Isn’t it a little obvious that I don’t mind it? If anything, I’m happy that you fucked my face up.” He joked, his gummy smile slowly fading as he looked from the river to your paling face.

“Why’d you leave?” You asked, the light mood falling. Yoongi took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He knew he couldn’t avoid this question, but he hoped that you’d at least wait a bit before bringing up this topic.

“I told you, I need to better myself.” You let go of his hand.

“Bullshit!” You exclaimed, Yoongi simply turning his head to look at you as your face began to heat in anger.

“It had something to do with me, and I know it does. Why lie now? Why bring me to this special spot to lie, Yoongi?” He took a small gulp, looking away from you and out toward the landscape. He couldn’t utter these next few words while staring at your face.

“I wouldn’t have become King if I was in love with a criminal.” He stated nonchalantly. You froze.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You stood up, and Yoongi stood up as well, just in case you were planning to run away and get yourself into trouble as you usually did when you couldn’t handle your emotions.

“I had to let you go if I wanted to change, ________. You’re not good for me, and I’m not good for you.” His voice began to thin out the longer he spoke, fighting back a sob.

“Are you trying to say that I’m a bad influence?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Are you seriously trying to say that I am not good for you , when you’re the person that I got into the most trouble with in that entire fucking group?” You shook your head as you spoke, refusing to believe that he was saying you weren’t good for him.

“Why don’t you tell me the real reason that you left, hm? I can handle the truth, and I deserve to know after waiting for so long. Believe me, you won’t have to worry about seeing me again after this.” Yoongi was seething, his hands clenched into fists by his sides as he tried to steady his breathing.

He wasn’t going to get angry.

He was going to explain himself to you calmly.

“Did you not just hear me fucking say that I’m in love with you?” His voice dropped to a whisper, as he began to take slow strides toward you.

You’d seemed to have forgotten that in the midst of your yelling at him.

“I taught you a handful of things back then, but I’m fairly sure that knowing when to shut up was one of them.” You looked over your shoulder as you took a step backward whenever he took one forward, but if you continued like this then you’d end up with your back against a tree.

This was not some cliche love story, and you weren’t the main character.

You stepped to the side to avoid bumping into the tree.

Yoongi took a side step as well, standing still for a few seconds before he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pressed you up against the tree by his arm.

“You were going to hinder me from my goal, ________. There’s no way in hell I’d be able to focus while having you by my side.” His grip on you loosened as he continued to speak.

“I thought if I was away from you that I’d forget about everything, but that made it worse. There wasn’t a single day that came where you wouldn’t pass my mind.” You pressed your head backwards against the tree in exasperation.

“Why couldn’t you take me with you?” You asked, sadness evident in your voice. Yoongi’s heart clenched as he read you like his favorite book.

“I wanted you to be there for the result, not the work that it took to get there. I’d come back for you when I was better off, but I didn’t have to. You came to me.” Yoongi leaned in closer toward you.

“Well, you didn’t come to me, per say. I brought you to me.” You scoffed.

“You did what?” Dealing with him was an emotional roller coaster, but you still wanted the first seat on the ride.

“We can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.” You opened your mouth to respond, but Yoongi leaned in for this kiss anyway.

He molded his soft lips against yours with ease. You awkwardly left your eyes open, but upon seeing him with his closed as the passion radiated in the way he kissed you, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to slip into his embrace.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, the kiss quickly shifting from pure and energetic love to uncontrollable and messy lust for one another.

Yoongi broke the kiss first, and you chased his lips as he pulled away. You whimpered in defeat as he used his grip on your waist to turn you around, your hands pressed against the bark of the tree.

He roughly tugged your jeans down your legs, not having the patience to unbutton them fully. You flinched as you heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance, and you looked over your shoulder at Yoongi with fear etched onto your features.

“We’re going to get fucking caught.” You laughed, although you were deathly afraid of being found with the King’s dick buried snuggly inside of your pulsing cunt.

“I’m a King, baby. I’m the boss. I don’t give a fuck about someone stumbling back here.” He spoke, while working quickly at the zipper of his jeans.

“Besides, I’ll be quick.” He moaned out in satisfaction as he finally freed his cock from its confines. He tugged your panties to the side with one of his fingers, slapping his length against your throbbing clit a handful of times before lining himself up with your inviting warmth.

“Kind of difficult—oh shit,” He paused in the middle of his sentence as he slid his cock into you, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of being so full after so, so long.

“Kind of difficult to wait for something that you’ve been wanting for a—for a while, especially when it’s right in front of you.” He huffed into your ear, gathering your hair up in one of his hands to force you to arch you back more.

“Fuck. You okay, baby girl? I know this is a tight fit, cause you’re squeezing the shit out of my dick.” Yoongi waited patiently for your okay, although that didn’t stop him from rocking his hips against you slowly to offer himself some sort of relief.

“‘m okay. Just fuck me, please.” You begged, and Yoongi hastily obliged. He kept his hand tangled between your locks, as he brought his free hand down to your hip.

He set a gut-destroying pace instantly, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass somehow louder than they’d be if the two of you were in a secluded room.

“You can consider this your punishment for giving me so much shit talk yesterday. Look at you now, huh? Can’t get a single fucking word out, can you?” You whined as he dug his fingernails into your hip, his thrusts so vigorous and powerful that you would scrape the skin of your thighs against the tree every now and then.

Your legs twitched as you neared your high, a noise sounding like somewhat of a feminine growl climbing its way out from the back of your throat as you held your breasts in your hands, flicking your nipples between your fingers to coax yourself closer to the edge.

“Good girl. Lose yourself on my cock.” Yoongi was near his climax as well, the way your pussy was sucking him in combined with his cock grazing the material of your panties every few thrusts enough to send him straight toward that euphoric feeling.

There was something so primal about him taking you up against a tree, where seemingly anyone could find the two of you. No strings attached (yet), just pure, sexual need.

“Cum with me. I want that.” Yoongi snarled into your ear, and you nodded eagerly as he slid his hand across your stomach and down toward your clit.

He only managed to rub a few quick circles against the sensitive nub before you began to thrash wildly underneath him.

“Stay still.” He warned you, and you tried desperately to obey him as hot bliss took over momentarily, and your muscles spasmed beneath Yoongi as he used your pussy to chase his high as well, pulling out to cum on your back.

He slid your pants back up, before turning you around to try and button them. You were shaking too much, though, and it was starting to frustrate him.

“________, stay st—SHIT!”

Yoongi yelled as he began to tumble backward, making sure to pull you with him this time.

Your intense shaking caused Yoongi to trip over himself and fall backward, causing the both of you to end up plummeting into the cold river water.

“Damnit!” You cursed, and Yoongi just laughed as he rubbed his eyes free of the water that managed to seep into them.

“You’re quite the klutz.” He commented, running his hand through his hair as he slyly noticed the way your shirt began to grow more and more sheer as it soaked in the water.

“You’re quite the asshole.” You playfully rolled your eyes, squealing when Yoongi snagged your shirt into his hands and pulled you into his hold once more.

“Accidents just seem to happen at this river, don’t they?” You asked, and Yoongi shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucked your head underneath his chin.

“Yeah, but they’re also the best memories.” You tilted your head up to look at Yoongi’s face, and his eyes were closed.

Why do you always miss the memo?

Just as you were about to close your eyes, Yoongi splashed your face with a bit of water from the river.

You gasped and pulled away from him, mustering up the most threatening glare you could give.

“Why would you do that when I’m already wet?” He smirked.

“Hell yeah you are.”

“YOONGI!”

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Gangster in Distress

Summary: Tommy was only interested in Y/N to seal a deal with her father. He thought she was a spoilt, rich girl... until a mishap with some thieves makes Tommy reconsider.  

A/N: I just rewatched the movie Ever After with Drew Barrymore and let’s just say it heavily inspired this fic....

It was often that Tommy would sacrifice his own family to ensure a deal or stop a war. A key example being when he convinced John to marry Esme, preventing a battle with the Lee family. Tommy was rather good at pushing his family to the forefront of his problems. Now though? Now it was Tommy’s turn. 

Tommy desired to extend his gin business through London and beyond. The only issue being a Mr Walter Brown. Mr Brown ran an immensely successful distillery in the heart of London and Tommy knew striking a deal with him was his only route to a new found fortune. He had met with the man once at his home, the house exceeding even Tommy’s manor. They had spent a long time coming to a suitable deal. The man had no need for money nor protection, although Tommy tried to persuade him. It was a lost cause; the man’s fine suit and multiple men lingering by the door could have told him that. There was nothing the Peaky Blinders could offer him that he didn't already have, Tommy still persisted.

The meeting had lasted three hours before Tommy watched the man stand up and glance out the window behind him, the view obscured from Tommy. Mr Brown rubbed his white moustache and sighed, resting his gaze back on Tommy. He explained to him that he had a daughter who he wished to see married, and to a financially secure man. Of course Arthur and John were out of the question and Finn was too young for the woman. This left Tommy to take the bullet. It certainly felt like a bullet when the daughter had slammed the door, storming out of her father’s study just after she was told the news. Perhaps it would be for the best, he would have some company and Charlie a mother figure. Not forgetting their union would make Tommy very rich. 

The deal was settled and they would be married the next month, giving Y/N and Tommy some time to get to know each other. He made frequent trips to London to become acquainted with his bride-to-be, the two of them left alone in one of the parlour rooms. The first few times she had sat like a petulant child, ignoring his attempt at conversation, and not being afraid to tell him what she thought of the arrangement. Her expensive gowns and shiny jewellery reminding him of the two different worlds they came from. It was on the fourth visit when he became impatient and decided to move their relationship forward and to try and seduce her. His hands on her waist and wandering lips warranted a red cheek and a view of Y/N’s back as she huffed out of the room. 

The next time he came, he made sure to bring Charlie. She would have to meet him eventually and he could only hope she wouldn’t bring up his actions with a child in the same room. It was fair to say she much preferred the boy’s company, immediately grinning Charlie and bringing out a story book to share with him. It was this moment where Tommy couldn’t completely resent the arrangement. Charlie liking her was more important than him liking her. And after Y/N had taken him to the stables to meet her horses, Charlie would barely release the woman. It was there where Tommy had attempted to apologise for his behaviour the previous visit (not really because he was sorry, but more to remain on good terms with her father). It was also here that when Y/N had distracted Charlie with her most beautiful mare, told Tommy if he tried anything again she wasn’t afraid to use the hunting gun and shoot it at his unmentionables. 

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The wedding hadn’t been anything special to Tommy. He had already had his dream wedding with Grace and Y/N had refused to have a big attendance, although this didn't stop her from wearing a very extravagant dress. The ceremony was limited to only Y/N’s father, Charlie and Aunt Polly.  Polly had returned to Birmingham the same afternoon, after their lunch, with Charlie. Mr Brown had retired to his room which left the newly weds alone. Except their anticipated wedding night consisted of Y/N leading Tommy to a guest room and shutting herself into her bedroom. 

Tommy spent the next few days, finalising some business and plans with his new father-in-law, while Y/N was busy packing her bags to move into Tommy’s manor with him and Charlie.

The rain was heavy on the day they were to drive back. Despite still being angry at her father, she gave him a tight hug before rushing into the vehicle, out of the rain. It was a long car journey back to Birmingham and Y/N had taken to sulking with her arms crossed, staring out of the window for the first hour. 

Tommy sighed and pursed his lips, “We should at least try to be civil, you know.” By the look on Y/N’s face, he knew his words would cause them to argue. He didn't care though, arguing would be better than sitting in silence for the rest of the trip. He also couldn’t take another minute of watching the woman fidget in her seat, he knew she was itching to speak.

Y/N kept her gaze out of the window, “You and my father dealt me off like i’m a fucking horse. I don’t have to be nice to you.” 

Tommy clenched his jaw, feeling desperate for a cigarette. ”Your father wanted what was best for you.” He heard Y/N let out an amused huff.

“Oh and you’re my knight in shining armour? Lucky me.” Tommy turned to look at her before focusing back on the road. He chose not to say anything, “I don't even see why I had to marry in the first place. I was fine staying with my father.’”

This time Tommy felt amused, “Hmm and doing what exactly? Perching on your little pedestal and looking pretty?" He hid his smirk when Y/N turned to look at him with an annoyed expression. He quite liked riling her up. 

“I’m not just some spoiled little girl, so stop treating me like one.” She crossed her arms again and huffed.

“If you didn’t act like one, perhaps I wouldn’t treat you like one.” Tommy retorted.

"Your perception of women is abhorrent. Just because I'm pretty and like to dress nicely, does not mean you can belittle me. And if you continue to do so, we are going to have problems." Tommy raised his eyebrows. "Besides, you ought to tread carefully, you are looking at the future owner of the Brown distillery. My father may have made a deal with you that doesn't mean i can't change it when i'm in charge."

Tommy felt a smile growing on his face, "You would deny your own husband?" It widened when all Y/N did was smirk at him. The silence grew again before Tommy asked, "You think you can handle running the business?"

Y/N smoothed down her hair that had gone fluffy from the rain, "You may think i just sit around, but I am very much involved in the distillery. I'm more than capable of running the business."

Tommy quickly glanced at her again, finding a sense of respect he didn't expect to feel. 

When Tommy didn’t reply, Y/N scrunched her nose up, "I do hope you're not a husband who will deny me of such a job.” Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Good, because I wouldn't have listened anyway."

"And what shouldn't a husband deny you of?" Tommy questioned in a teasing tone.

"Hmm,” Y/N grinned. “A good husband should let me do exactly as I please. He will let me work, go to the market, run through the garden without shoes, gallop through the field on a horse, or do absolutely nothing all day."

"And, what about a good wife?"

Y/N stroked her chin in thought and looked at Tommy "Well, I guess that's for you to decide."

Tommy didn’t answer her. "You like horses?" He said a few moments later. 

"Love.” Y/N smiled and looked out the window dreamily, the rain still hitting the window. “I grew up with my grandparents in the countryside, they were from my mum's side, who, well, were not rich like my dad’s. We spent all our time on the farm and from the moment I first laid my eyes on the beautiful horses, that was it."

Tommy smirked, "So the city girl is actually a farm girl?" Y/N’s response was a roll of the eyes.  "The horses you showed Charlie were incredible." His words seemed to divert Y/N back into her bratty state, she crossed her arms again and glared at the man, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I had to leave them behind."

Before Tommy could respond, the car jolted. He lost control for a moment before managing to stop the car. Trees surrounded the pair and Tommy recognised the road built through the forest. He wasted no time to jump out and check each wheel, finding the problem on Y/N’s side, a small hole visible. Y/N rolled down the window, "What happened?”

"The tyres burst, I must have hit a stone or something." He stood back up wiping down his suit. "Come on." He opened the door to her side and gestured for her to get out. 

"What?"

"The house isn't far from here, we can go by foot." Y/N looked at him in shock.

"It's raining and muddy!" She made a motion to her dress, to which Tommy rolled his eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out, dragging her to the boot of the car. He pulled out one of the smaller luggage bags and pushed it in her arms before looking at her pointedly, "You said you grew up on a farm." 

"Past tense, Thomas!" She huffed and re-positioned the bag, watching Tommy grab the two larger ones. He led them around the car and they walked barely a metre before a man with shoulder length grey hair came out of the trees pointing a gun at the two. "Don't be leaving so quick now." He let out a whistle and more men came from the trees, all with guns. Y/N gulped and raised her hands in the air, subsequently dropping her bag, the contents spilling over the floor. She heard Tommy curse and watched him put the luggage down more carefully than her. 

"Y/N go back in the car." Not having to be told twice she rushed back to the passenger side. Feeling nervous when the men advanced on Tommy, a fist fight, four on one beginning. 

Before she could open the door, one of the men had grabbed her, making her yelp and shove him to the ground. She tried to hit the next man who made a grab for her but he caught her arm and held it behind her back. It took three men to stop her struggling, pulling her to where their leader stood. They held her there, Tommy a few metres opposite her being held in a similar position, a cut on his forehead and a bruised eye. The two watched as the thieves began rifling through Tommy’s car and her luggage on the floor.

One of them held up a rather beautiful, expensive looking dress adorned in jewels. “Excuse me!” Y/N spat, missing Tommy closing his eyes in annoyance. ”That was my mother’s dress, you give that back!” She felt the men tighten their hold on her. The leader smirked and stalked over to her. He lifted one of his ring covered hands and caressed her cheek. "Feisty little thing.” He whispered. 

Tommy began struggling, "Let her go.” He demanded, voice strong but eyes tired. “Your fight is against me not her." Y/N could only then see that the two men knew each other. The man removed his hand and walked closer to Tommy. He relented and told the men to release her.

Y/N pushed her way out of their arms, shivering from the rain and annoyed at the mud tracing up her skirts. She raised her chin to the leader, "I demand that you give me back all of my things. And since you shot through one of the tyres and have my driver captured, a horse for the journey back." All of the men’s eyes widened at her order. The leader titled his head, and grinned sarcastically.

“Princess,” He spread his arms out in front of him, ”You may have anything you can carry." His men chuckled around them. Y/N raised her eyebrows, a devious look in her eyes as she glanced at Tommy, who was staring at her in disbelief. 

“Do I have your word on that, Sir? She asked.

The man bowed his head, “On my honour as a Gypsy.”

Y/N nodded once. She walked past the Gypsy, staring at him as she passed. Walking straight over her clothes on the floor, Y/N  made her way to Tommy, the men who were holding him backing away. She lifted his arm up and bent down, huffing as she lifted her husband across her back. The Gypsy man opened his mouth in shock, watching as Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile and a slight curtsy before making her way down the road, holding Tommy on her back.

A ruckus of laughter erupted from the group of men at the sight. Even the leader couldn't help but laugh loudly at the daring girl. "Come back!” He paused, chuckling, “You may have a horse."

Y/N sat in front of Tommy on the horse as they rode to the manor. He knew that this reckless but incredibly clever woman would cause him a great deal of trouble, he just couldn’t bring himself to resent it anymore.

I can just imagine Y/N telling John this story and Tommy having to kick him out because of all the teasing...