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lau219 · 2 days

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Why Deny?

Part 15

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The next day at work moved along painfully slowly. Y/N had spent the majority of the day in her office, planning and reciting what she was going to say to Leonard, trying to prepare herself to be able to get through it without crying.

When she arrived at the restaurant they’d agreed to meet at for dinner that night, Leonard was waiting for her near the host stand, and as he slipped his arm around her waist and lovingly pressed a kiss to her temple as they waited to be seated, she could already feel the tears pricking behind her eyes.

But she had to do it here. This way, Leonard couldn’t make too much of a scene. She encouraged him to go ahead, saying she needed to use the restroom and would meet him at the table. Once he was out of sight, Y/N spoke to the hostess and asked that she tell their waiter not to disturb them, and that they would let her know when they were ready to order. After lingering for another moment, Y/N headed into the dining area, spotting Leonard and walking over to the table. She was relieved to see it was in a slightly more secluded spot than some of the other tables, and as she sat down, she took a deep breath before looking at Leonard.

“How are you feeling?” he asked her, their eyes meeting.

“Fine,” she lied, the agony of what she was about to do crushing her heart.

Leonard could tell. He always knew when she was lying, and he furrowed his brow as he looked back at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Taking another deep breath, Y/N briefly looked down at her lap, collecting herself before she met his eyes once more.

“Leonard, I...I’ve decided I’m keeping the baby.”

As what she said registered with him, Leonard felt a sense of pride, as well as adoration for Y/N, begin to run through him. Looking at her, the hint of a smile crossed his face, and Y/N didn’t miss it. She felt another stab to her heart.

“Ok,” he said to her, trying not to react too much and overwhelm her. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Then we’re in this together.”

Y/N let him hold her hand for a moment, but then she forced herself to pull away. As she looked at him again, she shook her head.

“We can’t be,” she replied.

Leonard frowned.

“What?”

“We can’t do this, you and me.”

Leonard shook his head.

“What are you talking about?”

She took another deep breath.

“Leonard, this’ll never work. You have no idea what you’re signing up for when you say you’d be ok with this. It’s easy to think that way when the baby is still just an idea, but that’s not who you are, and a kid changes everything. You’re gonna realize that once it’s too late, and then you’ll just end up hating me for this because I backed you into a corner. It’s all my fault that this happened.”

Staring back at her, Leonard had no words.

“I can’t...” she paused for a moment, blinking back tears. “I can’t bear the thought of you hating me, and if we stay together, inevitably, you will. And by then, it’ll just make a break-up even more painful, and then you’ll resent the baby, too. We should just end it now and agree to remain amicable. I’m giving you an out.”

At this point, Leonard couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but when she talked about ending things, he spoke.

“I could never hate you,” he said. “And if you think a baby is going to cause that, you’re dead wrong. Y/N, I want you and this baby. I don’t want an out.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t know,” Leonard responded, his anger rising. “Why do you always do this? Hm? Why are you always second guessing us? Assuming the worst?”

“You’ll be angry for a while, but you’ll get over it, and then you’ll realize I did you a favor,” she said, not answering his question.

“Do you seriously think I’m gonna let you pull this?” he said.

“You can still know the baby, be involved here and there,” she continued, still ignoring his comments, “but I’m not going to saddle you with being a full-on father. You’ll thank me, eventually.”

Before Leonard could say anything else, Y/N stood from her chair and buttoned her coat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he said as he looked up at her.

“I’ll see you at work on Monday,” she said, and with that, she turned and began to walk away towards the entrance.

Still floored, it took Leonard a moment to realize she was leaving, and he then quickly rose from his chair and followed after her. She’d already made it out the door and was about to hail a cab when Leonard strode up behind her and pulled her back from the curb. As she gasped and then looked up at him, he saw the tears running down her cheeks, and he pulled her closer.

“I’m not letting you do this,” he said to her.

“It’s my choice, remember?” Y/N replied. “You said so yourself.”

“About whether or not to keep the baby,” he said.

“Right,” she responded, trying to look matter-of-fact, “and this is what goes with keeping it.”

“So, you’ve just made these decisions for the both of us? You think you’ve got it all figured out, do you?” he said bitterly.

“You told me in the beginning that if I truly felt it was best to walk away, that you’d let me,” Y/N said.

Leonard narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t pull that shit. You know this isn’t what I meant.”

“That’s what you said,” Y/N replied, the tears still slipping from her eyes. “And this is for the best.”

“Y/N...” Leonard began.

But instead of letting him say anything more, Y/N reached up and softly placed her hands on his cheeks, holding his face as she leaned forward and placing her lips on his in a final kiss. It took everything she had to pull away from him, and when she did, Leonard just stared at her, speechless. She then stepped away and reached for the door handle of the cab that was waiting at the curb.

“I’m sorry,” she said to him over her shoulder as their eyes met one last time.

Then she opened the door and climbed into the cab, and Leonard watched as the taillights disappeared around the corner.

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nathan-fielder · 7 months

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"Five years ago... we lost nine agents in one day. On my watch."

#anna #anna (2019)#leonard miller #lenny miller #cillian murphy #cmurphyedit #2010s #filmgifs #moviegifs #i only endorse how good he looks in this film #cilliangifs #*

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darthannie · 7 months

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day fifteen: daddy kink with lenny miller

pairing: Lenny Miller x f!reader word count: 832 warnings: heavy use of 'daddy', use of 'baby', kinda dom!Lenny Miller, a/n: Yes, it’s your typical “omg did I just say that?!” BUT I don’t care I love that trope. Didn't go super deep into the dynamic but I definitely want to explore daddy kinks further. Anyway, Lenny is just so boyfriend to me I want him so bad. kinktober masterlist

You wore red for him. It was the only lingerie you owned and didn’t hate. It covered and revealed all the right places. The lace and satin were soft on your skin. You wore the set underneath a t-shirt and shorts you usually wore to bed, trying to stay inconspicuous. He had sent you a text earlier telling you to expect him and around seven you heard a knock at the door.

You skipped the pleasantries when you opened the door, pulling him into a kiss right as he stepped through the threshold. You were excited to see him. Your relationship stood in an awkward place. You knew where your footing was, but you weren’t sure about his. All of that faded away when he shut the door behind him, wrapping his arms around your waist, and returning your kiss with a fervor that said he missed you too.

He pulled away before the moment could escalate. “I don’t have all that much time tonight, so we better make it count,” he said. You lifted the hem of your shirt and pulled down the waistband of your shorts, showing a bit of the red lace that lay underneath. “Then you better come catch me.” You chuckled as you ran off towards the bedroom, his steps following close behind. You bounced onto the bed and he crawled over you, kicking off his shoes as he did. You took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He quickly pulled them off as he kissed you, only breaking away to take off your shirt.

He took in the sight of the red fabric curving around your breasts and couldn’t wait to look at the entire ensemble. He pulled down your shorts and bit his lip upon seeing the red lace leaving nothing to the imagination. He decided to be playful and use his teeth to remove your panties. Once he pulled them down enough he opened your legs just wide enough for his head to fit between your legs.

He licked your clit ever so lightly, only trying to make you shiver in anticipation. He slowly licked up and down your slit, making sure to indulge in the taste of you. His fingers teased your entrance and you moaned. He put one in, testing you, before he stuck in another. A switch flipped in his head, “no time” he thought. His fingers began moving quickly as he devoured you. He hit the right place every single time causing your body to convulse. “Oh, f-fuck daddy.” You drew out.

He pulled back and halted his movements. “Daddy?”

You caught your breath. “Fuck, it… just came out. I didn’t mean to… I mean. Do you not like it?” You were a blubbering mess. You’d never meant to cross that boundary.

“No, I like it. I just didn’t know if you would,” he smiled. “Call me that again.” He urged you.

“You want me to refer to you as-“

“Yes.” He looked serious.

Flirtatiously, you responded, “Okay, daddy.”

He inserted his fingers again and began moving them. He watched as your chest raised and fell. His fingers moved faster. He broke the silence.“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, daddy. It’s yours,” you mewled.

He groaned, palming himself through his underwear.

“You need daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, please.” You were desperate. “Please, please, please I need it, daddy!”

He smirked and took off his underwear, letting it fall to some unknown place. He stroked himself before positing himself at your wet entrance. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he started to fuck you, hard. Lenny usually liked to take things slow with you, but he couldn’t restrain himself. “Daddy, fuck, so good. You’re so good t-to me,” you moaned. His jaw clenched. All he could manage was a string of expletives leaving his mouth.

“I want to look at you when you cum, all right? Eyes on me.”

“Yes, daddy.” Referring to him in such a way felt so natural, that you were surprised it hadn’t come out sooner.

“I’m going to count down and you’re going to cum for me. Understood?”

“Yes.” You caught your mistake before he had a chance to correct you “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He drew out the ‘good’, making your back arch. He started his countdown at ten. By five you were holding in your orgasm. When he finally got to one you crumbled down. You never broke eye contact with him, looking into his icy blue eyes as he came inside you. He kissed you as you came down from your high, pulling out and dragging you close to him as he lay on his side. You cuddled into him, closing your eyes as you nuzzled under his neck. He stroked your arm, feeling the warmth of your body radiate onto him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He held you tighter and you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

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slut4thebroken · 4 months

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Yo does anyone have any Lenny miller fic recs but specifically about something similar to this scene where it’s like an interrogation of sorts or whatever

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apocalypticdadlover · 6 months

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Does anyone have any really good wallpapers or lockscreens of Cillian Murphy, that aren't necessarily just pictures of Thomas Shelby? I've been looking for a new lockscreen but I can't find any in good quality of him 😥

Please someone help if you can!!

P.S if you have any of emmett from a quiet place 2 that would also be greatly appreciated! Or even jonathan crane in dark knight rises!

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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The Runway -Part 3

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy’s role for movie Anna)

Series Master list

Special thanks to @heidimoreton for this amazing BTS gif! 🥰😍 Look at that smile!

And @zablife for the playlist recommendation to finish this part 💕

Looking at the clock, Y/N felt frustrated because Anna was still nowhere to be seen. A member of the crew talked to the pilot and shoot a long look at the other flight attendant.

“Where are you Anna?” She mumbled to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Are you going to Paris with those long faces?” Anna appeared with a huge grin on her face, oversized black sunglasses.

Everyone waiting for her sighed loudly as they realized she was hungover, the atmosphere was tense.

“Goodness Anna!” Y/N shook her head embarrassed by her sister’s attitude.

“Oh please just cut the bullshit.” Anna made a face and walked determined to move past them, but Lenny stood up with a death stare in front of her.

“You‘ve a contract, this is unacceptable and so disrespectful from you, we’ve been waiting for you for over an hour.” Lenny spat at her, clearly bothered.

Y/N wanted to intervene but she new Anna shouldn’t have made them wait.

“I really can’t wait to fire you as my agent.” She brushed past him, into the bedroom in the back of the private airplane.

Finally up in the air, Y/N tried to get comfortable in her seat, grabbing a book from her purse, unfortunately it slipped from her lap and landed on the floor, her personal belongings scattered around, Lenny was quick to help her, scrunching down.

“Thank you, I’m sorry about what happened with my sister earlier.”

“Sometimes I doubt you’re related to be honest.”

Y/N made a face. “That’s bold… but I doubt it myself sometimes.”

Lenny was eager to stop talking about Anna, she was a headache. “Are you excited for taking the Runway in Paris?”

“Yes! It’s the first time I’m hired by Miu Miu, luckily it will bring me good luck for the rest of the shows.”

“But you’re scheduled to walk for Luis Vuitton first, Miu Miu is on Wednesday.” Lenny was proud to realize he had both correct; the order and the fucking pronunciation. He spent a good part of the previous night getting involved in the fashion industry, to not look so out of place.

He learned names, trends, important details, designers faces, everything that was necessary. He was also a bit scandalized about the ridiculous amount of money Y/N and Anna got paid just for taking over a runway and he almost got a heart attack when he added the contracts of magazine covers, collaborations, being the faces of make up, shoes, clothing and appearances to the mix.

“Yes, sorry… I always get the dates mixed, but it’s all in my agenda.”

“Right, well I’ll be doing some paperwork right there if you need anything.” She saw Lenny walk back towards his place. “Make sure to eat something.”

She didn’t know what to expect from this trip, Richardson was never worried about her or her needs, on the contrary he used any opportunity to make her feel inferior, insecure, terrified of doing or saying something, he was different with Anna though always cheering for her and he constantly made them fight for contracts with big brands.

Y/N decided then to relax a little by opening her book, but her eyes constantly ended looking up towards Lenny as he was reading something in his computer, typing then leaning onto his hand, completely focused in his task. Unlike, unable to focus on her book, so Y/N decided to put her mask on and take a nap.

Lenny got access to Anna’s photos, nothing relevant, until he found one she sent to a few people personally requesting to not share the information with anyone else as they were invited to an exclusive meet and greet with her. In the message she mentioned the location would remain secret until the date. Lenny was checking for similar photos where she was invited to do a master class of how to walk like a model. Everything looked normal.

He felt like walking in a maze, like going in endless circles with nothing.

Lenny signed one of the contracts, Y/N would wave a flag at the Monaco F1 as the ambassador of a luxury watch brand in a few months, this deal was engaged by Richardson and he realized how unfair was Y/N’s cut compared to what her ex’s-manager got. These kind of inconsistencies had been also present in other of her contracts. He made a mental note to demand an audit later for that.

“You look like you need this.” Y/N offered him a glass of whiskey.

“That’s a nice way to say I look like shit.” Lenny chuckled inviting her to take the seat next to his.

“What’s the matter?”

“The numbers, there are inconsistencies, I’m starting to believe that your ex-manager has been stealing from you. But once we go back I’ll request an investigation.”

Y/N’s face was full of worry.

“I can’t believe it! How long has he been stealing from me?” Y/N asked, Lenny begged her to keep her voice down.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, do you remember signing something unusual?”

No, everything was legal, Richardson got her the apartment she lived in, signed her assistant, suggested a portfolio as investment, he took care of everything, she barely got involved in those kind of decisions.

“It’s fine, I don’t want you to feel anymore pressure, you have enough with the runway.”

“To tell you the truth, I feel at a much better place now that you’re my manager, I never really liked him…”

Lenny was pleased to hear that.

“Anyways… I was wondering if Richardson told you about the contract I signed with the lingerie brand?”

Clearing his throat, Lenny tried to let his tie a bit loose. “Yes. What about it?”

Y/N smiled but shook her head.

“He wasn’t really excited with the project. Anyway I don’t want to bore you with it now.”

“It’s fine I don’t mind.” Lenny closed the laptop, to give her his undivided attention. “Tell me, what do you like the most about modeling?”

His question seemed to take her by surprise, but it was easy. “Meeting young girls who want to become a model as well.”

“Yeah?” He nodded. “Aren’t you scared of meeting them?”

Y/M shook her head. “No, they’re always nice… most of the people are, they just want a photo, as a matter of fact, I love it when Anna and I meet with fans and take them to a Runway with us for a backstage experience and have a little time you know, chatting.”

Lenny raised his eyebrows shocked to hear that piece of information about Anna but didn’t comment anything else.

“So, what’s your story?”

“Bored compared to yours.” Lenny chuckled, making Y/N giggle. “I’m not a model,” he admitted as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Oh but you could be easily mistaken by one.” Y/N interrupted.

Even if it was for an instant, Lenny blushed by her words. “I can assure you I could never be in front of the paparazzi like you do, I hate it.” He rolled his eyes at the memory of the restaurant.

“You should give it a try.”

“Sadly I don’t have time for a side job, you and your sister keep me busy.” He winked.

Y/N squinted her eyes and a playful look took over her.

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“Would you believe me if I say, I’ve never been to the Eiffel Tower?” Y/N sighed loudly on their way to the elevator. “Like see it properly.”

Lenny held the door open for her.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, and it might be something silly you may think oh but she’s doing the walk at the actual tower, but it’s not the same you know? I won’t see or enjoy a picnic and have a good time, this is my job.”

“No, I totally get what you mean.” Lenny agreed. “Perhaps you could take a day off once you finish the fashion shows.”

“Oh, you’re saying I get to have a little holiday?” Y/N smiled walking out of the elevator.

Lenny walked to the front door of the suite. “Why not?”

“I thought you’d be demanding to have proof of my weight daily, you know that kind of stuff.” She shuddered.

“Oh no, I’m going to my little room in the attic. Way better.”

Y/N was surprised to learn he didn’t request a suite.

Lenny looked behind her shoulder, the room was ridiculously huge.

“Have some rest, you’ll need it for tomorrow.” As he walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor, Y/N wondered why Lenny was so different to her ex-agent. He was kind and attentive, praised her work, reassuring, his presence made her feel secure and those blue gems made her knees weak.

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Y/N was on the cover of every single fashion magazine, the photographers went crazy when she stepped out of the hotel between one runway and another, but she always gave them what they loved, she posed for them and blew kisses to everyone, even took the time to take photos with the fans that asked her. The camera loved her, she was a natural and it didn’t matter that she was wearing a simple pants and top. She looked stunning.

She took over the most important fashion shows; Balmain, YSL, Dior, Luis Vuitton… and now she would be closing the Paris Fashion Week with Chanel. At the very top of everything and everyone. He was proud to learn about her work ethic, Y/N was always on time, didn’t need to make someone feel bad, was kind to everyone around her, treated her stylist, makeup artist and bodyguard with respect, she always had a smile on when a fan approached her for a photo or autograph and still made time have a good laugh backstage.

But by the end of the night, Y/N knocked on Lenny’s hotel room door make up free, glamour long forgotten with her hair in a small bun or a loose braid and sweats and they spent a good amount of time talking, he learned her ex manager forced her to get eye surgery so she didn’t need glasses anymore, he wanted her to get a nose job as well, but she refused that and the other surgeries advised firmly.

And little by little, Lenny started to warm into her. Between backstage chats, walking back to her suite or in the car ride to the venue, whenever she had the chance to talk to someone, she would choose him, he also noticed the way she was flirting back because she started doing a particular head tilt only reserved for him.

There was no use to deny the attraction that started sparking in those days, it’s was a natural thing after spending a lot of time together.

Lenny stared at the screen backstage as Y/N started walking, the cameraman zoomed out and captured the base of the Eiffel Tower, moments later he catched the entire Tower. Those lips pursed in a tight line, eyes focused in some point in the distance, long and firm strides as she walked elegantly. He wasn’t even able to look away, she was stealing the show.

The city lights illuminating every step, this was the longest runway Y/N had ever walk, it was ambitious and the perfect way to close the Paris Fashion week.

It happened too fast. Her heart was pounding as she returned backstage, her ears ringing from the noise and emotions, her hands shaking but not out of nerves, but the feelings of being walking that runway.

“Goodness I thought it was endless.” She was rushed to get changed into her next outfit.

“Four minutes, Y/N.” Someone announced as she started to undress to change into her new outfit.

The dresser adjusted the fabric while someone sprayed her hair and used a small brush to get the perfect look. And she was ready to go and take the runway one more time.

It was impossible to describe the sensation she got once she started walking. But she loved every second of it.

After changing one more time and finally closing the Paris Fashion Week, she rushed to her corner in backstage to change into her clothes, hang the design she was given, place the shoes she wore in the box and she started to remove the make up from her face, Lenny appeared behind her, knocking on the wall.

“Come in.” Y/N joked.

“Are you ready to go?”

“I thought you’d be back into the hotel by now.”

Lenny offered his hand to take her bag. “No, I stayed here watching the show backstage.”

“Oh, did you like it?”

Lenny shook his head and her heart stopped beating. “Loved it. Come on, I want you to see something.”

He showed her the way to a car with a driver but refused to say anything about their destination and she was too distracted by his voice to notice they crossed a bridge and the car was stopping next to a dock until he pointed out a yacht.

“What’s this?” Y/N asked out of breath.

Lenny chuckled, surprised by the sound he was making. “This is your chance to see the Eiffel Tower, we got it for an hour or so, so let’s go?”

Placing her hand over her heart, Y/N touched Lenny’s arm to mumble a low thank you. She was touched beyond words.

As the yacht started to move, she was able to see a first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower illuminated, lights dancing before her eyes.

“Goodness! This is beautiful Lenny!” Clamping her hands over her mouth to suppress a squeal, she didn’t want to blink so she wouldn’t miss a single second of it.

Lenny was pleased to see Y/N enjoying so much the moment.

“Thank you for this.” She repeated, her heart full of happiness, but when she looked into Lenny’s eyes, she found something else, something new.

“No, thank you for making me see things differently,” he let his fingers wander up and down her arm, “you made me realize a lot of things in a very short time.”

A chill ran down her spine by the intensity of his eyes. “Like what?”

“Like I’m starting to fall for you.” Lenny whispered and tilted his head towards her, finding her lips.

But the best part was when Y/N returned the kiss and placed her hand in the back of his head. It was demanding and she gave in when he intertwined his fingers through her locks.

“So am I, Lenny.” She admitted when they broke the kiss. Looking over at the monument and its lights.

Her line of work was somehow chaotic at times, with a crazy schedule, she never imagined to fall in love with someone in the media, but yet it felt so natural, they shared a couple of interests, got to understand each other over work, she noticed he was so serious at the beginning but slowly, he started to warm into her.

Leaning on Lenny’s shoulder, she fixed her eyes on the sight before her eyes, he was so thoughtful for giving her a moment like this.

Y/N sighed. “But this is going to be a huge thing, because I once had suspicions about my sister and my ex agent and I always told her it wasn’t professional,” she chuckled caressing Lenny’s face.

“What?” He asked with a frown, he wasn’t expecting that.

“I’m not sure if they had a one night thing or something…”

Lenny looked up at the sky, during her rehearsal, he got classified information about Anna. He rubbed his chin frustrated.

“There’s something I need to tell you first, but I need you to listen carefully.”

Y/N’s expression changed. “What’s wrong?”

“I really don’t work for the fashion industry, I’m an undercover agent investigating the girls that had been missing from different parts of the country, some even foreigners, I received information about your sister, apparently she’s involved by recruiting young girls for a meet and greet or a model session, after that some of the girls went missing.”

It was a lot to digest, she was confused after all the information he just dropped.

She was shocked. “You’re a spy?”

“An agent.” He corrected. “Not a models agent.”

Y/N took a deep breath, the beautiful surprise took a different turn.

“Are you sure Anna is involved?”

Lenny nodded. “We’ve been tracking her down for a while and recently got access to a couple of messages codified that started the alarms again.”

“Why? She doesn’t need to.”

“Could be a lot of things.” Lenny admitted watching the sadness in her eyes, the veil falling to the ground and the pedestal in which she put Anna breaking. “I’m sorry, but I needed you to know this, since she has involved you somehow.”

“I’ve been to those meet and greet with the girls, the after parties, but everything seemed to be normal.” She crossed her arms. “I can’t imagine those girls wanting to have a dream come true and then not coming back home.”

As it started to get chilly, Lenny took off the jacket of his suit and wrapped it around Y/N’s shoulders, then he pulled her into his embrace and she leant into him giving one more look to the Eiffel Tower as the yacht started to go back.

As much as she loved her sister to death, she wasn’t going to allow her to hurt innocent people.

“What can I do to help you?”

Lenny ran his thumb across her face, giving her a small peck on the lips. “For now, I just want you to be safe.”

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Part 4

A/N: I found the runway photo on Pinterest but I don’t know what fashion show it’s from ☺️ this was particularly hard to write because although I had the entire idea figured out, I couldn’t get around the document 🤷🏻‍♀️ what do you think it will happen now?

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m-rc2525 · 1 year

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#cillian murphy #fanart #inception #Peaky Blinders #robert fischer #tommy shelby #ANИA #Leonard Miller

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lottiesprophecy · 4 months

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there are people who watched Anna and actually wanted Lenny & Anna to end up together???? wdym???? because that’s my man! that’s literally my husband.

#every time i see that scene i’m like girl get off him #he’s literally married to me #anna 2019 #anna (2019)#lenny miller #leonard miller #cillian murphy

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gogonzojournal · 10 months

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OMG! Omega/Ospreay 2! Naz Reid Re-ups! And the Wolves Won the Draft?!

The OMG moments of Omega/Ospreay 2 at Forbidden Door, how the Timberwolves won the draft and offseason, and other NBA Draft winners.

We recap the AEW x NJPW Forbidden Door pay-per-view, discuss the Timberwolves’ extending Naz Reid, and explain how the Wolves managed to ace the draft despite holding only the 53rd overall pick. Also, NBA Draft and offseason winners and losers. Listen here or on Apple Podcasts or Spotify. Watch here. Who Won AEW x NJPW Forbidden Door? We all won as a result of the best AEW wrestling…

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basketballjersey · 5 months

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#leonard miller #minnesota timberwolves #nba

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gleaguejersey · 2 years

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Leonard Miller

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lau219 · 10 days

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Why Deny?

Part 14

Previous part here

**Warning: mentions/hintings of pregnancy termination/abortion**

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“You’re what?”

Y/N took another deep breath as Leonard looked back at her, completely floored. She shakily exhaled and then spoke again.

“I’m pregnant.”

Leonard blinked and shook his head slightly as his brow furrowed in disbelief.

“What?”

But he’d heard her loud and clear.

“Don’t make me say it again,” she pleaded, her expression pained.

Leonard turned his head slightly and stared off ahead blankly, clearly processing what she’d just told him. After several excruciatingly silent moments, he looked back to her.

“How? I mean...” he shook his head slowly again. “How?” His face was imploring.

“You know how sex works, right?” she said to him with humorless sarcasm. She knew she had no right to be upset with him, but her emotions were all over the place.

“You said you have an IUD. You told me you have an IUD,” Leonard stared at her.

“I do. I mean, I did...”

“Did?” Leonard raised his eyebrows. “What the hell is going on, Y/N?”

Suddenly feeling woozy, she needed to sit down. Reaching for a chair at the conference table, she pulled it out and sat down, pausing for a moment before she looked up at him.

“I had an IUD,” she started. “I always had it; from the very first time we…” she trailed off. “And ever since then. But then I realized last week that there was something off with my cycle. I thought it was nothing, but I took a pregnancy test just to be sure, and it was positive. I thought maybe it was a mistake, so I took three more tests, but they all were positive, too. So I called my doctor to double check the kind of IUD I had, and they told me that it had expired.”

She’d rambled it all out so fast that she wasn’t sure Leonard was keeping up. He still was staring at her with a dumbfounded expression, and as she nervously looked at him and wrung her hands together, she could hear her heart beating in her ears.

“Expired?” he finally said. “Aren’t those things supposed to last a while?”

“The kind I had was good for three years. After that, you have to have it replaced.”

“And what? You didn’t do that?” he asked her, tilting his head.

“I was supposed to,” she replied, her face turning red. “I meant to. But apparently, I canceled the appointment with the intention to reschedule. I don’t even remember doing that, but I guess it was out of sight, out of mind. It never happened, and it turns out it was a bit past the expiration.”

Leonard narrowed his eyes at her.

“How much is ‘a bit’?” he asked her.

Y/N’s face turned even redder and she pursed her lips, not answering.

“How much, Y/N?” Leonard repeated.

She looked at him meekly.

“Six months,” she admitted quietly.

“Six months?!” Leonard repeated back loudly in disbelief, his eyes widening. “Are you kidding me?! How the hell do you leave something like that forgotten for six months?!”

“Don’t yell at me!” Y/N cried back at him before looking down and holding her head in her hands. She was starting to feel sick, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the pregnancy, or the current situation.

“How could you forget about something like that?” Leonard said again, trying to force himself to stay calm. “Dammit, Y/N, we’re talking about birth control, not a fucking flu shot.”

“I know!” she cried again, lifting her head and looking at him. “I know that! You think I did this on purpose?! I’ve been torturing myself over the last week about this. It was an honest mistake! I didn’t mean for this to happen! I’ve been absolutely dreading telling you, but I knew I had to!”

Leonard was still in disbelief, still processing what she’d just told him and feeling like everything was suddenly upside down. Looking at Y/N as she was hunched over in the chair, he had conflicting urges to both keep yelling and also comfort her. After several moments of silence, he spoke again.

“Did you see a doctor? How far along are you?” he asked her.

She took a moment before she answered.

“Yes. Eight and a half weeks,” she finally replied in a small voice, not looking at him.

“Jesus,” Leonard muttered, staring off ahead again. After another silence, Y/N spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly as she looked at Leonard. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s completely my fault, and I know that. But you were gonna find out one way or another, so I had to tell you. I’m sorry.”

Finally looking over at her, Leonard met Y/N’s eyes briefly before he turned and began walking towards the door of the conference room. As he grabbed the door handle, Y/N spoke.

“Wh-where are you going?” she asked him weakly.

“I need a minute,” he replied shortly without looking at her. Then he opened the door and silently walked out, leaving her sitting at the table and staring at the door after it closed behind him. When it was obvious he wasn’t coming back, Y/N turned in her chair and felt the tears starting to build behind her eyes. Leaning forward, she placed her head in her arms as she laid them on the table and, before she could stop herself, she began to cry.

•.•.•.•.•

For the next 45 minutes, Leonard aimlessly walked through the building, trying to process Y/N’s news and figure out how the hell he felt about it. His thoughts and his emotions were conflicting and all over the place, and he hated feeling this caught off guard. He was used to being prepared for anything, but he never would have expected what Y/N had just told him. Eventually making his way to his office, Leonard entered and closed the door behind him before sitting down in his desk chair and leaning his head back, slowly exhaling as he looked up at the ceiling.

His initial reaction had, understandably, been shock and disbelief, and also frustration with Y/N for forgetting about something so major. But at the same time, she was human, and as much of a consequence that her action (or lacktherof) had caused, he knew she hadn’t done it intentionally. As the initial shock began to wear down slightly, he took a deep breath.

What now?

There was the obvious choice to end the pregnancy, but given the fact that Y/N was already more than eight weeks along, was that still even an option? He had no clue about that kind of thing, and even if it was still an option, he knew that that decision was ultimately Y/N’s to make.

But although it was the obvious choice, something in Leonard was telling him that it might not actually be the choice that he wanted Y/N to make. The fact that she was pregnant was a huge shock, and this was definitely not something he was prepared for, but upon giving it more thought, he realized that he wasn’t necessarily unhappy with the news.

He’d never really pictured himself as a father before, but if it was happening because Y/N was having his baby, that changed things. She’d changed everything the moment he’d met her.

His baby. The more he thought about it, the idea that she was carrying his baby, the thought that he’d gotten her pregnant, was something that actually pleased him immensely. And the fact that he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of having a child with her further solidified his recent realization.

While away the past week, Leonard had confirmed with himself something that he actually already knew – he loved her. He had for quite some time, and he’d decided then and there that, eventually, he’d make her his wife.

He’d give her as much time as she needed. While she had feelings for him, he knew she likely wasn’t in the same place he was yet. He’d wait until she got there, but it would happen, and regardless of what she decided to do about the pregnancy, he wasn’t going to let her go.

Lifting his head, Leonard cursed under his breath as he realized how he’d walked out on her, and he quickly stood up and exited his office. He doubted she was still where he’d left her, and he instead headed straight for her office. Her door was slightly open, and he could hear her inside. When he pushed the door open further and saw her sitting at her desk, quietly crying with her head in her hands, he felt like absolute shit, and when he said her name and she looked up, the expression on her face caused him physical pain.

Sniffling, she looked at him and scooted back in her chair defensively.

“If you’re just going to yell at me some more, then you can go right back out that door,” she said to him.

Leonard closed the door behind him as he looked at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said to her. “I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. Or yelled at you. It’s just not any kind of news I was expecting.”

“You think I was?” she said back to him, her eyes still watery. “God, Leonard, I didn’t do this on purpose. I’ve been tearing myself apart for the last week. I know this is all my fault, but I don’t need you attacking me.”

She put her head in her hands again, and Leonard walked over to her before reaching down and brushing her hair over her shoulder. Then he lightly nudged her, gently grasping her upper arm and pulling her up out of her chair. He made her face him and looked in her eyes for a moment before he pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” he said again as he rested his chin on top of her head. “I’m an asshole.”

“Yes, you are,” Y/N said as she sniffled again and folded herself further into him, clutching his jacket. She heard him give a small laugh and then go quiet again. They just stood there like that for several minutes until Leonard spoke again.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he said. “There’s no way it’s a false alarm?”

“They did a blood test,” Y/N replied, still pressed against him. “It’s certain.”

Leonard exhaled slowly.

“Ok, so, what now?”

“Well, when do you plan on dropping me?” Y/N replied, beginning to withdraw herself from his arms. “I’d rather know sooner than later.”

“What?” Leonard said as she pulled back and looked at him.

“Let’s just get it over with,” Y/N continued.

“Y/N, I’m not walking away from you.”

“You just did,” she responded.

“I was just...caught off guard. I needed a minute.”

“Give yourself another minute; you’ll change your mind.”

“Hey,” he gently shook her and made her look at him. “I’m not dropping you. We’ll deal with this together.”

Y/N sniffled again as she looked at him.

“Really?” she asked him.

Leonard nodded as he held her eyes. He was on the verge of telling her he loved her, but decided against it. He didn’t think she was ready to hear it yet, and the last thing this situation needed at the moment was another surprise.

“So, what do you want to do? I mean...you know what I mean,” he said.

Y/N shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she whispered, “I’m still coming to terms with it.” She looked up at Leonard. “What do you want me to do?”

Leonard shook his head.

“It’s not my decision,” he said to her.

She widened her eyes at him.

“It’s partly yours,” she said, “if you mean it when you say we’re in this together.”

“I do mean it,” he replied, “but it’s your decision.”

“So, you’re telling me you don’t care?”

“I’m not telling you I don’t care; I’m telling you that, whatever you decide, I’ll support you.” Then he pulled her into another embrace.

While he was more comfortable with the idea of all this than she probably thought he was, Leonard didn’t want to say anything to sway Y/N’s decision. It was her body, and her choice. If it was something that she didn’t feel should happen right now, then they could make it happen again later on down the road when she was ready.

As he went through all of this in his head, Leonard almost laughed at his own disbelief in himself. Once again, none of this was something that had ever really crossed his mind before Y/N, but he wanted whatever being with her meant. If that included a kid, either now or later, then that’s what would happen.

“I think...I think I need to go home,” Y/N said into his chest. “I don’t feel so good.”

Leonard nodded.

“Come back to my place,” he said as she withdrew from him once more. “I’ll give you space, or get you whatever you need. But I’m not leaving you alone right now.”

Y/N’s heart hurt at his sweet words. Trying not to cry again, she nodded.

•.•.•.•.•

Waking up later that evening in Leonard’s bed, Y/N was momentarily blissfully happy as she realized where she was and felt his clothes on her body that he’d given her to change into. For a moment, everything was still perfect, but as she rolled over and opened her eyes, the situation came rushing back to her, and she instinctively reached for her stomach.

Staring blankly ahead in the dark room, she thought about what Leonard had said to her earlier – that he’d support her no matter what she decided. Slowly sitting up, she then pushed back the covers and walked over to where she’d left her purse on his dresser. Slowly opening the purse, she unzipped the inner pocket and pulled out the ultrasound photo that they’d printed for her at the doctor’s office earlier that week.

She knew she had to make a decision soon, but upon looking at the picture in her hands and affectionately tracing the outline of the tiny blob that was growing by the day in her stomach, she realized there was no way she couldn’t keep this baby. But while ordinarily, that should have made her happy, she only felt even more upset, because she knew what keeping this child meant for her and Leonard.

Yes, he’d said he’d support her no matter what, and yes, he’d said they were in this together, but those things were easy to say when the baby was the size of a raspberry and still inside her. Reality still hadn’t set in, and Leonard had no idea what he was getting himself into. As good of a man as he was, as much as he may care about her, she had the sneaking suspicion that he didn’t realize what a rude awakening he was in for, and that when he finally did realize, he'd regret the promises he’d made her. And of course, she couldn’t be mad at him or blame him for that at all – he hadn’t asked for this; it was completely her fault and therefore, completely her responsibility. If they stayed together, inevitably, he’d end up hating her, and the longer they stayed together and the deeper her feelings for Leonard grew, the more difficult and heartbreaking it would be when they did end things. Not to mention that by then, the baby would already be involved. It would be better to just make the break now, before feelings got any deeper and things got even more complicated.

Putting the picture back in her purse, Y/N walked out of the bedroom and went in search of Leonard. She found him out on the couch, working on the laptop he’d set up on the coffee table. Staying silent for a moment, her heart swelled as she watched him, and she realized that she had to give herself one more night with him. One more night where everything was perfect. One more night where he could still be hers and she could still be his. One more night before she had to give up what could have been with him because of her own stupid mistake.

Taking a step further into the room, her movement caught Leonard’s attention, and his gaze softened as he looked at her.

“Hey,” he said gently as their eyes met. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah,” she answered as she nodded her head.

“How do you feel? Do you need anything?” He closed the laptop and rose from the couch.

“No,” Y/N shook her head as she looked at him. “Just you. Come to bed.”

Walking across the room to her, Leonard stopped before her and lifted his hands to her cheeks. He held her face in his palms as he looked down at her and gave her a tender kiss. He then encouraged her to turn around and placed a hand in the small of her back as they walked back to the bedroom together.

After removing his shirt and getting into the bed beside Y/N, Leonard turned off the lamp, leaving the room lit by just the peek of city lights coming in through the window. He leaned back against the headboard and wrapped his arm gently around her, but rather than cuddle into him, Y/N shifted and carefully climbed onto his lap, removing her shirt before leaning forward and kissing him, her chest pressing against his as she laid her hand on his cheek.

Leonard immediately responded, but when Y/N reached down and began to stroke him through his sweatpants, he gently grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“Hey,” he said quietly as he pulled his mouth from hers, “this has been a lot for you the last few days.”

Their eyes met in the dimly lit room.

“We don’t have to,” he finished.

Y/N had to force herself not to cry as she looked back at him.

“I want to,” she said as she held his gaze briefly and then pressed her forehead to his. “Please, Leonard.”

She didn’t have to say anything else as Leonard slowly slipped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his once more. As they moved with one another, Y/N clung to him as she tried not to think about how this would be the last time she’d be with him, the last time she could be his. She poured herself into every kiss, savored every touch, and she once again had to stop herself from crying when they finally laid still and she tucked herself against him. But as Leonard’s eyes closed, Y/N could only think about how now would be the only time she’d ever be able to tell him how she felt – when he still didn’t know what she’d decided and didn’t have to say anything back.

Slowly, Y/N lifted herself to look at him, his arm still draped over her waist as she carefully shifted. When she was certain he was asleep, she softly pressed her lips to his cheek and then whispered in the dark.

“I love you.”

Part 15

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nathan-fielder · 8 months

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Cillian Murphy as Agent Leonard "Lenny" Miller

ANNA (2019)

#cillian murphy #cmurphyedit #leonard miller #lenny miller #anna #anna (2019)#filmgifs #moviegifs #2010s #cilliangifs #*#500

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darthannie · 6 months

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day eighteen: breeding kink with lenny miller

pairing: Lenny Miller x f!reader word count: 595 warnings: mentions of pregnancy, Lenny is possessive, kinda sweet ending. a/n: I need him to do this to me immediately. kinktober masterlist

Lenny had spent the last 10 minutes eating you out. He took his time. He kissed your thighs, working his way toward your clit, and kitten licked until you begged for him to give you more. He gave in and flattened his tongue against you.

He treated you like a priceless possession. You were his, all his. You were the most important thing to him. He loved having his face between your legs, licking patterns on and around your clit. You finally had enough at one point.

“Lenny, please I need you,” you begged.

“Need me where?” He liked playing coy. There was no need for it, but to him, it was like playing with his food. “Here?” He teased you with the tip of his cock. He moved ever so slightly, barely going inside you. You mewled and your back arched. You nodded your head feverishly. “Yes. There. Please.”

He chuckled at your neediness and slowly entered you. You never got used to how much he stretched you out. Having him inside you made you feel whole. His quick, deep thrusts make you lose control of your body. You twitched and moaned while he fondled and caressed you.

“Lenny. I want you to cum inside me. Please. Fucking- please cum inside me.” You hadn’t planned on asking him, but it felt right. Hearing those words come out of your mouth made something shift in him.

A small smile appeared on his face. “You want me to breed you, huh? Fill you up with all my cum over and over again til it takes?”

“Yes. I need it. So bad…”

He tilted his head as he went down to kiss you neck. He whispered in your ear “I’m going to make you mine. Mark you. No one else is cumming inside this pussy. Ever. Understood?”

“Yes,” you murmured.

He grunted slightly as he fully buried himself inside you over and over again. He pressed your legs against your stomach as he got more intense with his movements. He was hushed as he spoke to you as if it was a secret he didn’t want anyone to hear.

“I’ve wanted to breed you for a long time. Get you pregnant. Make you have my child. Make you my wife.” He’d never confessed any of this to you. It was all making your head spin, but you hadn’t wanted anything more than you wanted this.

His chest heaved, his breath became heavier. With an unceremonious grunt, he came deep inside you. It was almost never ending. His cum spilled out of your spent hole and he quickly moved his hand to push it back in. He carefully used his fingers to make sure not a drop was wasted. He put his hand in your face and you immediately put them in your mouth, cleaning them for him.

You were both glazed in sweat, coming down from the high you’d both experienced. He made sure you were comfortable in bed, pulling you close when you got settled. Feeling the warmth coming from his body made you feel at home. He sighed and pulled you in even closer, “You know, I really do want to make you my wife. And, I really do hope you get pregnant.”

“Seriously?” you asked. He nodded. You assumed he was caught up in the moment, but now he was being sincere. You stared into his eyes. You suddenly felt overwhelmed and kissed him. When you finally opened your eyes and pulled away all you could say was “I really hope I do too.”

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