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atomicladytimetravel · 9 months

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Look at Me

Summary: No outbreak au. You live with your cousin after catching your husband having an affair. He hires contractor!Joel to do some home repairs. After flirting back and forth, filth ensues. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Semi-public sex/exhibitionism kind of, unprotected p in v, creampie, some pet names (pretty girl, pretty, baby, darlin’ etc) Joel is a little cocky but still pretty sweet.

Warning: mild drug use (a little devils lettuce)

Word count: 2,903

“Broderick, you’ll never believe it…I got the fucking house!”

You had just gotten off the phone with your divorce attorney and she gave you the good news. Your stupid rich (soon to be) ex-husband hadn’t bothered to ask you to sign a prenup. You suppose he figured he was too smart to get caught fucking one of his employees in his office. Well, he wasn’t, and you were getting half his fortune and the house. In the meantime, your cousin and best friend since childhood had graciously opened his home to you.

“That’s what I call karma!” Broderick grinned. He gave you a high five. “You are one rich bitch.”

You practically skipped to your room to call your best girl friend and tell her the news. You talked to her for almost an hour before deciding you were in need of a celebratory joint.

Meanwhile, Joel Miller was in the stairwell inspecting a small hole in the ceiling when he heard your door open and close downstairs. He peeked over the railing to see who it was - he wasn’t aware anyone else was in the house.

He saw your figure walking away from him and into the living room. You were on the phone, too engrossed in your conversation to notice him peering over the stair rail. You were wearing tiny, black cotton shorts and a cropped black band tee. He stared for a moment longer than he probably should have because, well…you were hot.

“Well, at least I married rich and he was too stupid to ask me for a prenup,” you said to your friend, rummaging through the end table beside the couch. You pulled out the necessary equipment to roll a joint and Joel watched as you did so effortlessly.

“You wanna know what the worst part is?” you asked, pinching the end of the joint before lighting it up. “He was actually good in bed. Like, I can’t even take comfort in the fact that at least she’s not getting good dick, ya know? ‘Cause she definitely is. Meanwhile, I’m getting none. Bastard.”

The conversation was cut short on Joel’s end when you took your joint onto the deck and closed the sliding door. Joel couldn’t help but notice that when you leaned against the railing, your shorts rode up just a little higher, giving him just the slightest peek at your cheeks.

“Wouldn’t mind bein’ the one that gives her some,” Joel thought to himself. He shook his head and turned around, reminding himself that he’s a professional.

Once he finished upstairs, the deck was the only place left he needed to inspect. You were still out there chatting and he felt unsure of how to proceed. He settled on just opening the sliding door. When you heard the noise, you jumped and whipped around. You saw a man you didn’t recognize standing in the door frame. He was a very attractive man, but a stranger nonetheless.

“Hey, let me call you back,” you muttered into the phone. You looked up at the man nervously. “Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m a contractor. Broderick called me for an estimate on some repairs. He didn’t tell me there would be anyone else in the house,” Joel explained.

“That makes two of us,” you replied. A slight breeze carried some of the smoke from your joint in Joel’s direction.

“Oh fuck, sorry,” you apologized, snubbing the joint out and fanning the air around him.

“No worries, I’m almost done and you guys were my last stop,” he said, waving your apology off. You stood in an awkward silence for a few moments before you spoke again.

“Well, I reckon I’ll let you get to it. It was nice meeting you, uh…?” You looked at him quizzically, waiting for him to give you his name.

“Joel,” he offered. You smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Joel.” You introduced yourself before opening the sliding door and stepping inside. “If you need anything, I’ll be in the living room.”

Broderick trotted down the stairs as you were shutting the door.

“Why didn’t you tell me someone was coming?” you hissed. “I would’ve, ya know, gotten dressed.”

“I forgot I made the appointment for today. But honey, he’s so hot, how can you complain?” he replied. He looked out the glass doors at Joel, who was slightly sweating in the late afternoon Texas heat. His muscles made the white t-shirt he was wearing tight around his arms.

“Mmm mmm, come to papa,” Broderick said under his breath. You laughed and shook your head.

“What are the chances he’s gay, Brod?”

“Literally zero. I saw him checking you out earlier,” he pouted.

“Oh whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “He’s way too good looking to have been looking at me.”

“Bitch please,” he scoffed. “You managed to land one of the hottest, richest men in Texas!”

“Yes Brod, and if you remember correctly, I’m staying with you because he was fucking the hot intern.”

“You’re hot babes, trust me. And Mr. Contractor wants a piece.”

Joel came back inside then and announced he was finished with the inspection. They discussed the repairs that needed to be made and Broderick approved them and scheduled Joel to get started the following week. You smiled sweetly and waved as he walked out the door.

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When Joel came back the next week, you made sure you wore the least amount of clothing you could get away with. When he arrived on the first day, you were out on the deck in yoga shorts and a sports bra. He brought a few guys with him to help and they were open with their stares as you went through your morning yoga routine. Joel only stole glances when he knew he could get away with it. He didn’t know if you had worn that outfit for his benefit or not, but he hoped you had. He was in the kitchen painting cabinets when you walked in for a drink.

“Morning Joel,” you chirped as you walked past him.

“Mornin’,” he replied with a smile that almost made you melt into a puddle at his feet.

“Would you like anything to drink?” you asked. You opened the refrigerator door and looked inside. “We have lemonade and sweet tea - ya know, the basic southern staples - and water.”

“I’m fine for now darlin’. Thanks though.”

You squealed internally when he called you darlin’ in that Texas drawl.

“Could I bother you for a glass from that cabinet next to the one you’re painting?” You batted your eyelashes at him sweetly. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard.

“Sure.” He reached into the cabinet and handed you a glass. You made sure to brush his fingers with yours as you took it from him.

“Thanks Joel,” you smiled demurely.

You filled the glass with lemonade and he watched as you sashayed back to the deck and settled into a lounge chair. He was in for it if this is how it was going to go the rest of the time he was there.

You flirted with Joel subtly and not-so-subtly for the next two days. You wore cute outfits to try to get his attention. He always flirted back and you caught him looking you up and down more than once. If he didn’t make his move today, you were going to take it upon yourself to make one. You were horny enough as it was, but Joel being around every day was making it almost unbearable.

You skipped the cute outfit this time and opted for comfort, throwing on an oversized t-shirt over your white cotton panties. You were happy to find Joel in the kitchen when you walked in for a snack. You hadn’t seen him all day. You leaned against the island, elbows resting on either side of you.

“Hey Joel.”

“Well look who it is,” he greeted you with a smile. “I was beginnin’ to think you forgot about me.”

“Me? Forget about you? Never,” you flirted.

“No cute outfit today?” he asked casually. You fake pouted.

“You don’t think this looks good?” You looked up at him coyly, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Didn’t say that,” he smirked, taking several steps toward you. “Ya know, you’ve been the only thing my guys can talk about. They’ve appreciated having something to look at.”

Your bodies were tantalizingly close. You looked up to meet his eyes.

“I don’t want any of them.”

“No? Then tell me - who have you been showing off for, hmm?” he teased, resting his palms on either side of you and caging you in.

“I think you know,” you smirked.

“Mhmm, I do know. But I said tell me.”

The change in his voice made you shiver. It was low and commanding, a total 180 from the respectful southern gentleman he had been when he first arrived.

“You, Joel. Just you,” you responded in a hushed tone. He reached up and ran his thumb along your bottom lip before taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your head upward.

“That’s right, doll. Just. Me. Tsk tsk…they’ll be so disappointed to find out the boss gets you all to himself.”

He lifted you onto the island and stood between your legs, his hands resting on your upper thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he took that as permission to finally kiss you.

“You want me to touch you?” he murmured against your lips.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Where baby? Show me.”

You took his hand and guided it between your legs. He grinned and rubbed light, slow circles over your panties.

“More, please,” you whined, bucking up into his hand.

“Aw, nobody’s been touching this little pussy, have they?” he asked, poking his bottom lip out mockingly. You shook your head. “What a shame. I bet you make the prettiest sounds. Let’s find out.”

He applied more pressure to your clit and you moaned softly.

“I can feel how wet you are over your pretty panties,” he marveled. “You need this, don’t you baby girl?”

“Yes…god yes,” you whimpered. He reached his hand in your panties and gathered your slick to use as lube to rub your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned quietly. You’d been doing this to yourself for months but it was always so much better when someone else did it.

“M-more…faster,” you said after you could no longer stand the teasing pace at which he was touching you. He obliged and you let out a long sigh, tipping your head back.

“Mmm, I was right. Such pretty sounds.” He kissed your exposed throat and bit gently into the flesh. You felt the pleasure building until you were breathlessly begging him to make you cum.

“Let it go darlin’, go on,” he encouraged. You gripped his bicep tightly as you reached your peak, your breath coming out in short staccatos. You would’ve preferred to be more vocal, but you tried to control yourself given the circumstances.

“There we go baby,” he cooed, grinning widely. He slowed his movements but didn’t completely stop and your hips twitched upward every time he completed a circle.

“Joel…,” you whined. He put his lips against yours to quiet you.

“Mm? What is it, pretty?”

You weren’t sure what it was, but it drove you absolutely wild when he talked against your lips. You let him kiss you for a few moments before answering.

“Fuck me,” you whispered into the kiss.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

He took his tool belt off and laid it on the counter before hastily undoing his jeans. He pulled them down with his underwear just enough to free his cock. He was slightly thicker than your ex, but about the same length. You prayed he knew how to use it.

“You want it?” he asked with a smirk as he pushed your panties aside and teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Please,” you responded desperately. He chuckled.

“Okay pretty girl, I’ll give it to you.”

He slid in slowly and you uttered a breathy moan of his name. He teased you with a languid pace, looking down to watch as he inched his cock back into your pussy.

“So hot,” he murmured.

“Faster, please,” you begged. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. You put your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself as he picked up his pace. He gripped your waist as he snapped his hips forward repeatedly.

“God damn, this pussy feels so good. Takin’ me so well baby,” he praised. You kissed him and threaded your fingers through his hair. You let out a high pitched whine into the kiss when he hit your g-spot.

“Right fucking there,” you mewled.

“That feels good, huh?” he questioned with a hint of cockiness.

“So fucking good,” you agreed. “Please don’t stop.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to. Pussy feels too good to stop.”

“Oh god, Joel.” Just listening to him talk like that was almost enough to get you off.

“Been wantin’ this since I saw you in those little black shorts the first day I was here. I got off that night thinkin’ about eating your pussy until you were beggin’ me to stop.”

“Oh my god, that is so fucking hot.” You kissed him desperately, breathing heavily and moaning. “Please fuck me harder.”

“Yeah? You want me to make this pretty pussy cum? Hmm?” He began to pound into you and it was all you could do not to cry out. “Answer me.”

“Yes, please make me cum! Need it so bad.” You were practically crying.

“I know you do pretty girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry,” he soothed.

Just then, you heard the swinging door to the kitchen open.

“Hey Joel, we nee - holy shit!”

You instinctively looked back and saw one of Joel’s employees. You didn’t really care that he was staring at you, dumbstruck, while you were getting absolutely railed by his boss. Joel grabbed your chin and turned your head back to face him.

“Don’t look at him, look at me.”

“Oh god,” you whimpered pathetically. This just might be the hottest thing you’d ever experienced.

“Get out,” Joel growled to his employee, who was still frozen to the spot. You heard the swinging door swish and you knew he was gone.

“Sorry,” he grunted an apology.

“Don’t be,” you panted. “It was hot.”

“Fuck, you’re a filthy thing,” he grinned. He pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed in quick circles as he continued to pound into you. “I want you to cum for me, okay? Can you do that baby?”

“Yes Joel, god yes,” you moaned. “I’m so close.”

“Good girl. I want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum. I want to see how pretty you are when you’re soaking my cock.”

That was all you needed for your release to wash over you.

“God damn it I’m fucking cumming.” It hit like a fucking freight train, and the shout that came from your throat was involuntary. You were sure the rest of Joel’s guys had already heard about what was going on in there so you didn’t particularly care. You locked eyes with Joel and tried to maintain eye contact, but it felt so good that your eyes rolled back and your head tilted upward. He gripped your chin once again and brought your head back down.

“Eyes on me pretty mama,” he panted as he chased his release. “I’m gonna fucking explode. Where do you want it?”

“Inside, I’m on the pill.”

“Holy f-fuck,” he stuttered, not expecting that answer. “I’m gonna fill this pussy so full.”

“Yes baby, fill me up. I wanna feel it in me for the rest of the day.”

“Shit, I’m close,” he warned. “Cum for me one more time and I’ll fill you up.”

He wrapped one arm around your waist and held your thigh onto his hip with his other hand. He pounded into you with all he had.

“Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted. “I’m cumming again.”

“That’s right, c’mon baby girl. Cum on my fucking cock.”

You came a second time, clenching around him. The grunts and broken moans coming from him only fueled the fire that was exploding through you. Your mouth opened, but no sound save for the tiniest squeak escaped. All the breath had been taken from you.

“Oh fuck, here it comes,” you heard Joel groan through the rushing in your ears. “I’m cumming so hard.” His hips sputtered and then stilled as he drained his balls inside you. You rested your forehead on his shoulder and caught your breath. He rubbed your back in gentle circles.

“Did so good,” he praised breathlessly. He pulled out slowly and some of his cum pooled onto the island. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped it up before readjusting your panties. He patted your now clothed pussy and grinned.

“Now you have something to remind you of me until I can fuck you again. If that’s alright with you, that is.”

“You could fuck me all day every day,” you told him seriously. He laughed and kissed you softly.

“I’ll take that deal.”

#joel miller #joel miller smut #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou series #tlou smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut

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pedrithink · 1 year

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prenuptial ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: you and kylian are getting married and the subject of the prenuptial agreement comes into play, but kylian is not so sure about this.

notes: this is going to have a part 2, so… don’t worry!!

"I think we should talk more about this." You say offhandedly and attract the attention of Kylian who was distracted by the movie you were watching.

"Hm?" Kylian arches his eyebrows and turns to look at you. "About what?"

"About the prenup." Kylian settles better on the couch and pauses the movie. "Your family is right, I think we'd better sign an agreement before the wedding and separate your assets."

Kylian bites his lower lip and frowns. He most certainly does not want you to think that he and his family do not trust you.

"You know it's not because they don't trust you, right?" Kylian strokes your face lightly and you crack a little smile as you nod your head slightly.

"Of course I know, Ky. They just want to have the confidence that I won't marry you and steal all your money." Your voice sounds comical and Kylian faces you making a disapproving face. "That’s okay, love. I know and I agree with them."

Kylian softens his gaze and moves his fingers down to caress your waist as he pulls you closer to him. "I don't want your money, Ky. I really don't care and don't even want 1% of it. I just want to marry you and love you."

The smile that grows on Kylian's face melts your heart and only grows even more in your chest that urgency to marry him.

About two or three days ago, you were at Kylian's parents' house and this conversation about the prenup came up. You understood that they wanted to touch on this topic in a light way, without wanting you to feel offended by it.

Of course, you are not offended, much less upset. In fact, you even understand. Kylian and his parents fought for many years to get him to this level. You understand that it's many millions and that they want to have the confidence that it won't vanish overnight if something goes wrong with your marriage.

"I just want you to keep in mind that none of this has anything to do with any slightest suspicion about your honor." You listen carefully to what Kylian says and let out a tiny smile. "I trust you with my life, but my parents..."

"I know." You hold Kylian's hands. "They just want to have the confidence and affirmation about what can happen in the future and it's okay."

Kylian makes a doubtful expression and you let out a chuckle as you run your hand over his face. "Hey, seriously. You're worrying more than I am."

"I just don't want you to think we don't trust you."

You let out a sigh. "I know it's not about trusting me or not, Kylian. It's millions of euros." Your eyes widen a little and Kylian lets a little smile grow. "I'm fine just having you by my side and that's it, I have my job and I can live on my little money. It's not that much, but I'm proud of it."

Kylian knows that you have always struggled to earn your own job and money. You don't come from a rich family and even less are you rich now, but you manage to get by with your money and you have an amazing life. Kylian always helps you with some things, but you make it clear that you don't want his money to support you. You are aware that he has much, much more money than you do. But, you don't let small things get in the way of your relationship.

You're proud of what you've accomplished and Kylian is also extremely proud to see how hard you work for yourself, for your family, and even for your relationship.

"You are the hardest working woman I know, I am proud of you." Kylian leaves a soft kiss on your head and snuggles you into his arms.

You stay like that for a few minutes until you break the silence and pull away to talk to Kylian. "I'll text your mother. Have her straighten everything out and we'll sign the contract."

Kylian shakes his head in affirmation. "Okay, fine."

You don't realize it, but Kylian sits for a few minutes thinking and thinking about what you have talked about. He knows it is necessary and understands his parents' position, but at the same time, confusion overwhelms his mind.

You share a 7-year relationship, you have known and loved him since he was a "nobody." You've been by his side through the best and worst of times, and you've always made it clear that you support his dream of becoming a football player.

For a few minutes, he feels selfish for depriving you of something you also fought to earn.

"Is everything okay?" When you notice Kylian's frown, he shakes his head to disperse his thoughts and shakes his head in very dubious confirmation . "Are you sure?"

"Yes, my love. Rest assured." He casts a wink at you and extends his arm for you to return to his embrace. "I just got lost in my thoughts."

As you talk about again, Kylian can't get it out of his mind that he urgently needs to talk to someone and get this doubt that persists to linger in his mind.

[part 2]

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intersectionalpraxis · 2 months

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Financial abuse can happen to any of us -getting married to men who either want us to be stay at home mom's/partner's to them and don't want us 'to work/maintain work skills/gain new skills' because they are is a huge red flag... it's sincerely such a slippery slope, and I partly blame the Trad Wives romanticizing being a SAHM/someone who stays at home to 'take care of their man,' online because your entire identity shouldn't revolve around this and being a parent is A LOT of work. And I'm not saying marriage or being a parent is bad -but getting married without a prenup and having children without having security outside of your husband's work can be dangerous and lead to abusive situations (and I mean this in no way to shame anyone who ends up in a situation like hers -but please, listen to women's stories and stories like hers before even considering marriage and having kids because there are so horrifying and heartbreaking one's out there and it's something I do believe we need to be aware of). Because it's all men until it's no men in so many instances.

The amount of unequal gendered divisions of labour going on here as well, on top of her unpaid work in the home -and in CREATING their home... I just, I hope the best for this woman and her kids and every woman like her. And sincerely, fuck heteropatriarchal norms.

The original video is about 6 minutes long, but if you have time to tune in to listen to her story, it doesn't feel long. Some of the things she mentioned that caught my attention was that her ex-husband would give her envelopes of CASH to go grocery shopping, she had no banking account, and he has since only paid alimony ONCE since their divorce, and when she did actually go to a job interview -the man LAUGHED at her not not having any 'real experience' and belittled her for being a SAHM. In the video she says she didn't how ill will towards him but how utterly humiliating to be treated like this. I hope her ex-husband befalls so much misery.

#feminist #social justice #feminism #stay at home mom #sahm #trad wives #fuck the patriarchy #unequal gendered divisions of labour #womens work never ends #sexism #internalized misogyny #misogyny #financial abuse #heteronormativity #fuck heteronormativity #marriage #divorce #relationship #partner abuse

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airplanned · 9 months

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Castletown Academy 5

Zelda’s friends are much more protective than Link’s (and Revali is just rude).

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Hudson apparently had a few back and forths with Zelda's lawyer about something or another in the prenup. Finally, Hudson sent him an updated copy he said was safe to sign.

Link texted, "I have a prenup for you. I can drop it off at your office today or give it to you Friday."

"Today!" she replied. Then a moment later, "If it's not too much trouble. If it is, Friday is fine."

He smiled to himself and headed downtown on his lunch break.

Zelda's office building was all blue glass with a huge lobby. His feet clomped against the marble floor as he walked up to the front desk where a young Sheikah woman sat.

"Hello," he said. "I want to drop something off for Ms. Zelda Hyrule?"

"I can make sure she gets it."

She reached out, but at the last second, he hesitated. "It's kind of confidential." Was it? It wasn't a secret, but it also wasn't anyone's business. It was personal. But it was also purposefully impersonal, so he didn't really know.

"Would you like to give it to her yourself?"

"I...I'm sure she's busy. Maybe you could just...make sure she gets it?"

The woman gave him an indulgent smile. "I'll see if she can come down."

"Only if she's not busy." Goddess, he should just drop it off.

The woman was already dialing. "Who may I say is calling?"

"Uh. Link."

"...Hello, I have a Mr. Link here."

"It's actually not--"

She turned to him, tucking the phone against her chest. "She's in a meeting right now, but should be out in ten minutes. Would you like to wait?"

"Uh. Yeah. Sure."

"He'll wait...You're welcome." She hung up the phone and gestured to a set of chairs off to the side. "Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?"

"No thanks."

He sat. Intensely aware that he should just hand over the folder. No one would care enough to look inside. If they did look inside, they'd realize that it wasn't their business. He was wasting his lunch hour and wasting Zelda's time. She did not need someone who was going to drop in at her work. That was kinda clingy of a romantic partner, and kind of intrusive for a non-romantic partner she was about to marry. Like he felt entitled to her time when he knew he was entitled to nothing. Oh, shit, he was overstepping.

"Mr. Link?"

Link looked up to see a frowning Rito looking down his long nose at him.

On instinct, Link stood. "It's just Link." That made him sound like he thought he was a rock star or something. "I mean, you don't have to--"

"This way."

The Rito turned and walked away without bothering to see if Link would follow. Of course, he did.

Instead of taking him to the elevator or up the stairs to where he assumed Zelda's office was, the Rito lead him down a short hallway and into a small conference room, where a pair of Sheikah--a man and a woman--were waiting for them.

They were also frowning.

Zelda wasn't there.

"You might have me confused with--"

"Sit down," the woman said. Her arms were folded over her chest, her eyes narrowed behind her glasses.

Link sat at the conference table. He was the only one sitting.

The three of them lined up on the other side of the room to glare at him.

The woman said, "We'll start easy," which made the Rito scoff. "How did you meet Zelda?"

"We were both touring a school."

"Did you know she would be there?" the Sheikah man demanded.

"What? How would...what?"

"Why were you touring the school too?" the Sheikah woman asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

Link lifted his hands in surrender, trying to get them all to take it easy and see he wasn't the threat they clearly thought he was. "Listen. You clearly care about Zelda a great deal, and I'm glad she has people to look after her--"

"Why were you at the school too?" the Sheikah man asked, louder this time as if he hadn't heard before. He had a graphic T-shirt under his blazer, like he was trying to young and hip.

"I was trying to find a school for my daughter." Why else would anyone tour a school?

His interrogators tensed. "You have a daughter," the woman repeated.

"Oh, fantastic," the Rito said. "He's not just after her fortune, he also wants her to raise his child. What a catch."

What? "I wouldn't--"

"Of course you wouldn't," the Rito said, but the sarcasm said he thought otherwise. "And let me guess, your daughter is cute, and Zelda was smitten on first sight."

What the hell? That was his daughter.

"What do you want from Zelda?" the Sheikah woman asked. She was trying to change the subject, but Link's jaw stayed tense.

"We're working together to get our kids into school."

"That didn't answer the question."

"He wants her money," The Rito said. "We all know that's what he wants from her."

Which was kind of true. Zelda's part of the agreement was to provide money for Flora's schooling. Link's part of the agreement was to...agree to let their kids be legally related. He wasn't doing any work. The only thing he brought to the table was Flora. It was a very lopsided agreement with him getting to live rent free in her house while Flora got to pursue her dreams.

He didn't know what to say. He could feel his tongue wanting to attach itself to the roof of his mouth.

His silence seemed to prove his interrogators right, which they were. Kind of.

"Look. Give us something to work with here," the Sheikah woman said. "You show up a week ago, and now you're marrying our friend with no evidence you're not going to take advantage of her."

Link swallowed.

"What do you like about her?"

"Yes," the Rito said, folding his arms as if he'd won. "Name one thing."

"She's pragmatic," Link said. "But that's not fair because I think she's pragmatic because she has to be. And she'd go to the ends of the earth for the people she loves, and that's not fair either because she shouldn't have to. She shouldn't have to marry me to make sure Ralphie is safe."

They stared at him. All of their mouths hung open the smallest bit.

No, they weren't staring at him, they were staring at his hands, and he realized that at some point in his rant that he'd slipped into sign. In embarrassment, he tucked his hands together and folded them into his lap.

"Are you happy now?"

Everyone twisted to the side to see Zelda standing in the doorway, fire in her eyes even as her face remained eerily calm.

"Zelda!"

"Interrogating him? Really?"

"We just wanted to make sure he didn't have ulterior motives," the Sheikah woman said, curling in on herself the slightest bit.

The Rito didn't seem embarrassed at all. "We needed to see if he was good enough for you."

Zelda folded her arms. "And?" she snapped. "Is he?"

"No," the Rito said, but the Sheikah had their heads tilted, assessing him in a new light.

"You will leave him alone from now on," Zelda said, her voice a command. She turned to Link, and everything about her softened. "I'm so so sorry, Link. I didn't know they would--"

"I know," he signed. "They're looking out for you. They're right, this is a weird situation."

Her face fell, panic taking over her. "Are you backing out?"

"No! No no! If I was your friend, I'd be worried about you too. And I'd be worried about Ralphie. My friends are the same. But they don't know what it's like, and I'm still in if you are."

"They didn't scare you off?"

"Never."

Her face looked so profoundly relieved that it made him wonder how often she let go of her worries.

"Is that the prenup?" she asked, all business once again. All business in front of her friends who just accused her of marrying her for her money.

"Yeah." He handed it over. She flipped through to check it, signed both copies, and then handed his back to him, leaving her friends to stare after them as she walked him out.

#Zelda #my fic #Castletown Academy

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Hi! I'm here for the 2nd day of the event~ Can I request a headcanon for Jumin from Mystic Messenger as a parent? Like what kind of parent would he be? What is his parenting style, and what are its effects of his child/children? What are his strong points and flaws as one? How do his childhood experiences affect how he parents? Etc~ Thank you very much again! 💙

No, thank you very much! I loved this question, and it was really interesting to think about! I love Jumin and I enjoyed writing these! I hope you’ll enjoy reading them!

I think that, unless carefully balanced out by the other parent, Jumin would be at a real risk of being a helicopter parent. He’s going to be a very nervous parent, no matter how old his child gets, and he’s all too aware of the dangers that can befall the child of someone of his stature. He’d really want 24/7 bodyguards for his child, regardless of where they were, and he’d want them to be in very steady contact with him. His partner would really have to explain to him how that could also impact their child negatively and the two of them would probably have quite a few long discussions about it until a compromise could be reached.

Jumin’s own childhood will definitely have a huge impact on how he does parent. While he does truly love his father and him and Chairman Han do have a good relationship, albeit a slightly odd one (also, sidenote, but Chairman Han – super involved grandparent), the fact is that there were many things growing up that did leave huge emotional scars on Jumin. He will try so hard, almost neurotically focused on it at some points, to not repeat the mistakes of his father. It will become a huge thing for him to keep his family together, his partner and him and their child and one of his greatest fears, other than someone targeting his child to get to him, is of his family breaking up and his child having to live with the same revolving door of new romantic partners/new parents that Jumin had to deal with growing up. In fact, he gets so scared about it that he has a new clause added to the prenup he had his partner sign before they got married that, in the case of a divorce, Jumin would provide for them financially for the rest of their lives with the stipulation that his (ex, in that scenario) partner wouldn’t bring any new romantic partners into his child’s life until his child reached college age.

Now, I do believe that Jumin would be a very strict parent. His own father was quite strict with him and while he tries hard to not be his father, I think that he does fall into some of what he learned as a child. His children will have strict curfews, they will be expected to perform well in school, to attend church, and to take etiquette and extracurriculars pre-approved by Jumin. He’ll have rules about how old they must be before they date, and all potential romantic partners will be thoroughly screened and must be brought to meet the parents before his children will be allowed to go out anywhere with them. He will be preparing his children for the life they will have as heirs to the Han conglomerate.

While strict, Jumin will still be a very loving parent. His partner and his children will genuinely mean the world to him and, in an attempt to avoid the mistakes his own father made, Jumin will work extremely hard to ensure that he spends time with his family. He will want to spend time with his partner and child doing things together, but he’s also going to really want to spend time with just his child, building a fatherly bond with them.

Unless his partner stops him, Jumin runs the very real risk of turning his child into a spoiled brat. There is nothing he won’t buy for his child, no request he won’t blow up into a huge production to satisfy a childish whim. His partner will really have to sit him down and be like ‘No, Jumin, they’re only turning three, they really won’t remember this birthday, so it really is not necessary to rent out the entirety of Disney Land and fly all their little preschool friends in for the day, just because our kid likes Mickey Mouse’.

After all that Jumin and the RFA go through together, he will want to have them be a part of the child’s life and all of them will be honorary aunts and uncles. He was alone so much as a child that it’s really important for his own child to start their lives with there being people who truly care about them and he really will encourage his children’s friendships as they grow, as long as the friends in question are ones that Jumin does approve of and who he doesn’t feel are just using his child.

#event ask #mystic messenger #mysme #headcanons #jumin han

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more unsolicited advice for poor girls & queer & trans kids: - do NOT MARRY THE UPPER CLASS GUY FOR STABILITY and confuse it for love. - do NOT have his children without a PRENUP & a childcare & custody agreement set up in advance. - you ARE marrying your in-laws. if they look down on you and see you as unworthy of their son, it WILL impact you and any children you have. - re kids: you are making an economic decision. raising children is a full-time job. ensure you are being adequately compensated. - if you can help it, NEVER mask your queerness for this kind of "getting stable" relationship - it will just stunt you late into your midlife and give you a lotta baggage to work through. -usually rich/upper class guys have emotional problems they will feel it is part of your agreement to tolerate & accommodate. be aware, pay attention to red flags or warnings from friends as you are entering an economically dependent position.

If it seems too good to be true, it probably is!

_______________________________________________ Stay safe, and remember if you find yourself being financially, emotionally, or physically abused, there is help out there! Domestic Violence Hotline for US: 800-799-7233 An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Stay smart, remember your worth, stay connected to a community of equals...and FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE is key!

#unsolicited advice #seriously though i have seen at least 5-6 instances of this story w my middle aged queer women & non-binary friends #horrible split custody arrangements #and abuse from in laws #if you choose to be a single parent at least you have the freedom to decide who helps care for your kids #this is such a big thing i can't get it out of my head #domestic violence #economic dependence #feminism #empowerment #poverty #cycle breakers

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maurypovichofficial2 · 4 months

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Simone’s husband went on a podcast said he didn’t know who she was before they met in 2020 and then said he was the catch and also that men are always the catch in a relationship so men being embarrassing per usual

I always call Total bullshit when men who date famous women go “I had no idea who she was” like shut up yes you did. They just say that because in their mind saying ‘yes I knew who she was and I knew she was rich and famous ‘ makes them seen opportunistic, which isn’t necessarily true. If you like them, you like them, proving that you’re with them out of love and not for who they are in the public eye is shown through action so there’s that.

Secondly, I’ll never forget when Sherri Shepard was sitting in for Wendy and during hot topics she literally said both Simone and the guy should get a prenup, I agreed then and I agree now. There’s nothing wrong with him saying he’s the prize per se…but it does raise an awareness that in the event that they break up, he will not show her grace or mercy. And it also comes off as a little narcissistic which is something a lot of men suffer from.

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Headcanons: Ethan & Cassie

Relationship Dynamics

What was your MC’s reasoning to not hate Ethan at the beginning?

When do you think that Ethan became *aware* that MC was interested in him?

How did Ethan and Cassie adjust to their differences in financial situation?

What is Cassie and Ethan's love language?

What is it about Ethan & Cassie’s relationship that makes it work better than Ethan & Harper’s relationship worked?

From your Ethan's perspective, how was the time he spent in the Amazon?

What was it about Cassie that made her the one to get Ethan to snapping at that bait?

Is it important to Cassie that little fact of being “the only one” for Ethan?

What makes Ethan and Cassie unique as a couple?

What was the moment that first made their heart soft for the other person?

When did they know they were in love and wanted to get married?

What’s your Ethan’s relationship history? Does Cassie get jealous?

Flirtations

Who is flirted with the most by strangers and colleagues?

As Cassie is oblivious to people flirting with her, does she ever accidentally flirt back?

Is your Ethan the jealous type?

Has someone ever tried to get between Ethan and Cassie?

How would your MC react if their LI got a lap dance or vice versa?

Working Dynamics

How are Cassie and Ethan at work?

How do Ethan and Cassie go to work? Do they have lunch together?

How did your OH pairings handle MC studying for their boards?

How does Cassie rank their job/career and their feelings for Ethan in their priorities list?

Do you think it would be somehow inappropriate if Ethan had a mentee in the same capacity MC was to him in book 1, once he and Cassie are dating/married?

After Cassie, was there ever an intern that caught Ethan’s attention in the same way professionally?

MC hears Ethan call a new intern "Rookie". How would your MC react?

Cassie’s insecurities about Ethan's relationship with Harper

Book Moments

What did your MC do post the chapter 10 kiss?

How did MC and Ethan feel about him coming back to Edenbrook after the ethics trial?

Did MC’s relatives show up during/after the attack?

How did Cassie react when she found out June had her employee file?

Everyday Life

Why did Cassie only move in with Ethan two weeks before they got married?

Is there something both pairings struggled with about each other when they moved in together?

What Boston neighborhood do you HC Ethan to live in when he is single? And later as a couple?

Cassie's car and driving habits

Ethan's car and driving habits

What was Ethan & MC’s favorite movie when they were kids?

How do they react to bad dreams?

Their downtimes activities and who's the goofy one?

Do your MC‘s and or OC‘s practice any type of sports?

Married Life

Did Cassie and Ethan sign a prenup?

Has Ethan or your MC ever lost their wedding/engagement ring?

Did your pairings ever go to couples counseling/therapy for any reason(s)?

What does Ethan do to make your MC feel special and loved when he's away for work?

What if they want to be alone? Are sick or suffered a traumatic event?

Does Max and Sienna's pregnancy trigger Ethan and Cassie to talk about children?

Have MC or Ethan ever had a disagreement with their In-Laws?

The future, pets, biggest fear and next of kin - multiple questions

On Religion

Has there been a situation when your pairing disagreed 100%?

What does Ethan and your MC feel about religion? Do they agree about it?

Did it ever feel like a dealbreaker knowing how different they think/felt about religion?

How did it feel for Ethan to do a religious ritual for his kids since he doesn't believe in those things?

How did it feel for Ethan to be part of a baptism ritual when he 100% doesn't believe what he's saying?

Sex Life

Before they moved in together, where did Ethan and Cassie usually have sex?

Tell me about Ethan's and Cassie's first time. Was it good, was it awful?

What do you HC Ethan's body count to be? And Cassie's?

What’s your pairing’s opinion on hickeys/love bites?

More NSFW asks

What If...

If they would’ve met somewhere else, do you think they would’ve noticed each other?

What if Ethan came from a family of doctors and Cassie came from a working class background?

Would Ethan have been the same one he is now if he came from a rich family?

What if Ethan and Cassie were rivals who were both competing for a spot on the diagnostics team?

What if Cassie had broken her promise and left Edenbrook whilst E was away fighting the epidemic?

Would Ethan or Cassie feel weird getting involved if either had been involved with an ex?

What if scenario: Naveen doesn’t choose Cassie for the DT (end of Book 1) so she and Ethan can have a chance to be together?

If MC wanted the reset, do you think that would’ve helped Ethan overcome his feelings?

If MC had gotten pregnant during 1.15 would Ethan have stepped up?

How different would book 1 be if your MC were in a relationship when she started her intern year?

How do you think they would have met if they had not met in the waiting room?

Would Ethan/Cassie ever date/marry someone who was not a doctor?

If Cassie hadn't met Ethan, who would the love of her life have been?

If Ethan passed away, say, 10 years into their relationship, what would Cassie's life look like?

What if Cassie found out that she was pregnant whilst Ethan was in the Amazon and then miscarried?

#open heart #liaverse headcanons #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #cassie valentine

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reyesstrand · 1 year

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Okay but that money anon may be on to something lol

i mean (family) money/a prenup/ definitely could tie to his past/be something set up by tim and the writers back in season one, because we see him with the camaro, a very nice townhouse with one person’s salary for rent, lots of antiques/little knick-knacks/art, he doesn’t question having to own the loft as opposed to renting again, etc etc etc so it wouldn’t be that out there!! it would also be nice to tie it to something that caused issues with them in the past (the loft) to show how they’ve grown and is a very real-life stresser between couples.

i also still think it could tie to iris somehow. if andrea did know of the blakes through carlos, and if carlos offered to help her with something long term (i.e look into something disturbing/creepy as both a cop and friend) because he’s the only one who believes her, i think carlos would tell her. say he thinks he’ll have time for that and wedding planning because they have at least a year and a half until their dream venue is available until—wait! they’re open and available in eight weeks and suddenly carlos is torn between helping an old friend who he couldn’t help before or giving tk his absolute dream wedding….what does he choose? and this could lead into worried tk when he does eventually help iris, and could be what tk is saying “i love you” about—he loves carlos (like andrea jokes about in the clip) and doesn’t care about having the most lavish wedding. it’ll also help them have an in-universe reason for the wedding being pushed to the second half of the season (presumably) that also ties into carlos’ big storyline we’re aware of re: work and o’brien and getting hurt.

#i could be completely wrong ofc but SOMETHING like this makes sense. it wouldn’t possibly end their relationship like a secret marriage #rather it would just….delay it for a little while. and would allow for them to still be all in love in those other stills in later eps #*it being the wedding #answered #anonymous

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Marina Bellheart (she/her). Sponsor. Thirty-Three. Aubrey Plaza.

Marina Bellheart believes, first and foremost, in the power of social mobility. In the Capitol, as everywhere, there are haves and have nots. That is, there are the servers and the served. Marina’s parents were the servers, working restaurant jobs, and while there was never any concern about putting food on the table, it was embarrassing having parents who did service jobs while others at school had parents who were, simply, socialites, business owners, and the like.

Marina was very smart. The family lived in a comfortable apartment outside of the city center, solidly middle class by the Capitol’s standards. Before Marina was born, her father had had money, power, lots of it, but he’d made some stupid deals, lost all of it. This has been the great shame of Marina’s life, and she has clawed her way back to the power she feels was her birthright, never given to her.

In school, she made the right friends. Not the people she liked the most – that kind of thing didn’t matter to her – it was about power, who she knew and who she could learn information from. After high school, she attended university, and while her parents had a nest egg of money, it wasn’t enough to cover the costs, tuition that hardly mattered for the rich and powerful of the city but which was a larger sum for her. She made the most of it, though, turning it into an opportunity, nannying for a powerful family. She found that she loved working with kids, and earned her degree in psychology with some idea of perhaps becoming a child psychiatrist.

But after graduation, her focus turned to marrying into money. She had no other choice. Neptune Bellheart was a good choice, as he had connections to the family she nannied for. Getting him to fall for her was easy, to marry her even easier, but after the papers were all signed, she found that his affections were like the wind: sometimes a pleasant breeze and other times, a gale-force hurricane.

The problems truly began when she failed to become pregnant. They tried for a year, a year during which he was very patient and she was very hopeful and good, doing little but being a good wife, making friends with the right people, pretending to enjoy pleasant conversation at dinner parties where more and more of their social group would announce their pregnancies. By the end of the first year, his anger was clear. By the end of the second, a specialist offered up expensive treatments. By the end of the third, she told them that it was simply not going to be possible for them. Marina offered solutions: a surrogate, a divorce. But Neptune would not have either; he’d rather not have a child than to have one baked in someone else’s oven, a cold turn of phrase, and he’d certainly prefer childlessness over the scandal of a divorce. His career was on the rise, owner of a series of power plants in Five, and he told her to forget it. That it didn’t matter; that he didn’t want a child anyway; that she should busy herself with being his wife.

And so she did. She toyed for a bit with divorcing him, not wanting to withstand his moods, but she had stupidly signed a prenup in the period when love felt like it was real, and she would lose everything. She toyed with starting her therapy practice, as well, but the thought of working with children no longer interested her. More than Neptune’s desire for an heir to the company and family name was her own desire for a child, someone to love and give sweet little things to and care for. Someone to dote upon.

She fell into sponsoring mostly out of boredom and the desire to spend Neptune’s money. She was part of a circle of wives and she wanted to break out of the mold in some way. She’d always regarded the Games with some distant interest, aware of their place in her own lifestyle, the fact that without them, she would not have what she had, would not live within this luxurious city at all. The entirety of society would collapse, and after she’d spent so much time climbing the scaffolding of that society, she did not want to see it fall. No – it was exciting to be part of it.

She started sponsoring during the Quell, never one to pass up a good opportunity for dramatics. She enjoys it quite a lot, as it requires her to be clever. She has put her money into the right tribute several times now, and she feels lucky for it, proud of their success and her place in it. When the Games aren’t on, she grows bored again, and recently has found herself wondering how she might find her way into a Gamemaking position, something to keep her occupied year-round building the Arenas.

As for her personality, she is smart and cynical, considers herself a realist, and remains distant enough from the people around her that she won’t form true connections that – like her husband – could grow to hurt her. She enjoys Capitol society even as she feels much of it is beneath her, and has had several affairs, which if Neptune were to find out would ruin her completely. She likes the thrill of it, though, is excited by a bit of danger that she can control, that she gets pleasure out of.

Strengths: confident, smart, charming

Weaknesses: cynical, sarcastic, pessimistic

PENNED BY: Virginia

#marina #bio

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chloebeale · 2 years

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Are you and Kaylee doing a prenup?

Idk how common they are in other countries but prenups (as far as I’m aware) are generally for like super rich/famous people here. Even if we did have any assets to protect though (which we don’t lol) we wouldn’t bother. We trust each other a lot :)

#anonymous #question

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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"How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Eddie Brock?"

Pour me something tall and strong || Accepting @tangleweave, @morgansmornings {for reasons}

The truth is that ever since Eddie'd moved in with Beth, and spends a lot of his nights out with his Other protecting the streets of San Francisco that he's found a lot less time to drink, and an even smaller desire to do so. Even so, he never comments on the times when she comes home, not saying a word, barely taking time to kick off her shoes at the door and dropping her bag beside them before making a bee-line straight toward the wine chiller in the kitchen. He can tell by which of the reds inside that she selects what kind of a day or night she's had, twelve or more hours on the floor. The rare few times when she bypasses those and chooses instead one of the aged single malts or the vodka from the freezer, he knows that things have gone beyond pear shaped and she's in no mood to talk to anyone or anything because it's all she can do to keep things together. Those are the nights when he and Beloved carefully flank her from either side and approach with caution, black ooze-like tendrils enfolding her in bits while Eddie murmurs to her softly. Tonight is definitely not one of those nights. If it is anything, it's like the night they first made forays toward their current relationship. Eddie'd sipped his slow way through a lager and a half while she'd limited herself to a single glass of Amon Ra. Slow touches on one another's knees, fingers straying close to one another along the back of the couch had led to her explaining a kiss, and her sultry little whisper of mo'beddah, I show you. And show him she had. That kiss led to another, a third, to an uncountable amount. His hands scaled from her hips to her ribs, and flirted with the edge of her camisole. Eventually it landed elsewhere and her soft skin was pressed against his chest. There's no telling where the night might have gone had he not known that she would have to meet his Other just then, to make things right between them. She might have had a glass or two the first time they end up being with one another, the details of the evening prior to waking up in his arms are more than a little hazy but she sees no shame in it. Tonight, though, she'd not even had a chance to take a sip as they sat across from each other at the little bistro down the street. Between the appetizer and the salad, Eddie'd whispers little seductive tidbits in her ears. She'd watched his mouth and he'd made promises he intends to keep. She'd dropped two crisp hundreds on the table, not caring to wait for the bistro to run her credit card. She'd taken his hand and slipped out before anyone even noticed they were gone. He'd been careful to clutch her to him lest she slam into the door but they hadn't even gotten inside before they were all over each other. He closes the door with his foot, Beloved ensuring that it locks behind them. The stairs aren't so lucky when they crash down on them, her pulling Eddie down into a eager devouring kiss. ~*~ "Earth to Konachino," Jay murmurs as she snaps her fingers in front of Beth's face and waits to see the awareness return to her hanai-sister's face. "There you are. Was it a nice trip, and did you even hear what I asked you?" The blush on Beth's face confirms that she did, and that she's going to answer. "I mean, I could technically say one or two but...yeah, naw. Nevah need to, all he goddah do is look a' me li'dat an'..." "And that's the sound of Andy rolling in his grave. Good job, kid. Still gonna threaten him though, and slap him with an iron-clad prenup."

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Hazel Suri Jimenez

⛱️ guess who i just saw at BOWS AND LACE BOUTIQUE? HAZEL JIMENEZ! don’t they look good for 40 years old? they arrived 5 WEEKS ago and are planning to stay INDEFINITELY. they ARE A STORE OWNER OF BOWS AND LACE BOUTIQUE. so far they LIKE the people of elmerton. ⛱️

STATISTICS

First Name: Hazel

Middle Name: Suri

Last Name: Jimenez

Age: 40

Birth Date: 8/24/1981 / August 24th, 1981

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Romantic Orientation: biromantic

Marital Status: divorced

Ethnicity: white/mexican/indian

Nationality: American

Religious Identity: agnostic

Positive Trait: adaptable, adventurous, compassionate

Negative Trait: calculating, submissive, stubborn

BIO / SUMMARY

She grew up in a rich family, her father inherited his business from his father. She always wanted to own and run the business. She thought it would be possible because she is the oldest, but her parents believe in traditional roles and did not think she should be the one to run it. They plan to pass down the family business to their second oldest, their son. This broke her heart, she always followed her father around and learned about his business and how it all works.

She had her rebellious stage when she left for college. She stayed vague whenever her parents called for updates about her life. But she was doing everything she knew they would disapprove of. She had plan to never return home, but that didn't work out as planned. Her boyfriend at the time was also from her hometown, and what coincidence he also a part of a family that has a business. But unlike her, his family business was going to be passed down to him. But he didn’t want that. He didn’t plan on returning home either until his father passed, which pushed his decision on moving back home and taking over the business.

Hazel went back with her boyfriend, who turned into fiancé and then husband. They went through their arguments and disagreements, but she stay by his side and supported him. She even helped him with his business since he never took anything serious when his father was trying to teach him how to run the business. But lucky for him, she knew how. To a degree, he was helping her live her dream through him. They end up having two girls together. Not as early as her parents, and his mother wants, but they both agreed to wait until a later time when he was settle into his role and she had made a career for herself.

Hazel and her husband divorced because she found out he was cheating on her. She didn’t file when she discovered he was cheating. She waited until she had everything planned. When she had her money all secured, her business secured, and her revenge plan. Her husband solely relies on her to run his business. This has caused her to keep her business small, but she didn’t mind because everything in their life run smoothly when it worked that way. She did most of the work and he signed whatever she needed him to sign. While she got him to sign things for his business, like any normal day, she also got him to sign his business to her.

She filed for divorce, and lucky for her their prenup had an infidelity clause. Let’s just say the divorce and prenup was definitely pricey for her ex-husband. He was not aware yet that that he had sign over his business since she allowed him to act as if he was still in charge. He tried to get her to stay, not for love but for his business. Her parents wanted her to stay because this was the ideal marriage that allowed both families to benefit from each other business. His mother didn’t want her to divorce for the same reason as her parents. All the guilt tripping and manipulation was not worth her keeping his business. So, she decided to sell it. Her taking over his business was her original revenge plan, but selling it worked to. Nothing like starting her own business.

She got a B&B to stay in as the divorce was going. She had plan where she was going to move and where her new business was going to be. Once the divorce was over she started her project. While she was in New York, she had her business be built in Elmerton, Florida. It’s not an idea most would have to start a business but she wanted a fresh start, far away from her parents and her ex-husband. She stayed until the girls finished the school year. Once they were done she moved to Florida, looking over last detail for business before opening it.

Ideally, she wanted full custody of her girls, but she knew it wouldn’t be fair to not allow them to have a relationship with their father. For the summer the girls get to stay with him, but during the school year they will be staying with her in Florida.

EXTRAS

Subplot: blended families - MUSE O

The girls: Alondra (12) & Iliana (10)

#fortyintro #♥ 》 about. ( hazel )

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Why did Britney Spears and Sam Asghari break up? Here's what we know about their divorce

Picture credit score: NINA PROMMER/EPA-EFE/Shutterstock Britney Spears And Sam Asghari It appeared completely satisfied ever after, however that modified once they introduced their divorce in the summertime of 2023. After the pop singer and actor broke up, followers have been curious as to what led to the tip of their relationship. Scroll down to search out out every thing we find out about Britney and Sam's cut up.

Why did Britney Spears and Sam Asghari break up?

In August, Britney and Sam individually introduced their separation. “Oops! I Did It Once more” artiste confirmed the information of her divorce in a prolonged Instagram caption. “As everybody is aware of, Hesam and I are not collectively … (six) years is a very long time to be with somebody, so I am a bit shocked however … I am not right here to elucidate why it is actually no person's enterprise!! !" Britney wrote. "However, I actually could not take it anymore!!! In some type of telepathic manner, I've obtained so many messages from buddies that soften my coronary heart, and I thanks!!!" The Princess of Pop added, "I have been taking part in it robust for a very long time, and my Instagram might look excellent, but it surely's removed from actuality, and I feel everyone knows that!!! It is about how I actually really feel. I need to present my feelings and tears, however (for some cause) I've at all times needed to disguise my weak spot!!! If I wasn't my father's robust soldier, I might have been despatched away to be mounted by medical doctors!!! However at the moment I Household was wanted essentially the most!!! Love you unconditionally... not situations!!!! So, I will be as robust as I can and do my finest!!! And I am really doing fairly good!!! Anyway, have a pleasant day , and remember to smile (sic)!!!” For Sam's half, the non-public coach additionally tried a optimistic tone in her personal Instagram assertion. "After six years of affection and dedication to one another, my spouse and I've determined to finish our journey collectively," he wrote on a black display screen. “We'll maintain on to the love and respect we've got for one another and I want her at all times the most effective. "S**t occurs. It appears ridiculous to ask for privateness, so I might ask everybody, together with the media, to be type and thoughtful." Sam reportedly filed for divorce on August 16, citing "irreconcilable variations" as the explanation for his or her separation.

Is Britney Spears and Sam Asghari Divorced?

Since Sam filed the papers in August, it seems like the 2 are nonetheless understanding the main points of their divorce. Web page six The previous couple reportedly signed a prenuptial settlement earlier than they tied the knot. "Britney and Sam signed a prenup on his behalf," a supply advised the outlet. "The cash she made earlier than marriage is protected."

How lengthy have been Britney Spears and Sam Asghari collectively?

Sam and Britney first met in late 2016 on the set of her "Slumber Celebration" music video. After courting for 5 years, the pair introduced their engagement in September 2021. The next yr, the now-estranged husband and spouse exchanged vows in a shocking ceremony in Los Angeles in June 2022. Followers lastly acquired a glimpse of Britney and Sam's wedding ceremony and cut up into her upcoming memoir, The Girl in Me, which hits cabinets on October 24. When requested how Sam felt about being known as a "present from God" within the e-book, he responded warmly. "It made me chuckle," he advised a reporter TMZ In a video taken Oct. 25 in Los Angeles. "I am pleased with him," he continued. "And I hope he takes over the world." #Britney #Spears #Sam #Asghari #break #Heres #divorce Read the full article

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