#she is too hard on herself and needs to take more time for herself to rest because she doesn’t get nearly enough

[ybklix]

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧

★ lee minho

✦summary: You embark on an unusual night for you, as a companion to a wealthy stranger man with a cold countenance, a warm heart and a very hot form of affection.

✭ content - tags - warnings: smut / oral sex / spanking / hair pulling / chocking / ceo lee know x fem reader / non idol felix x fem reader / mention of sex workers, scort / sugar daddy

word count: 12.3k

(masterlist) part two soon

Money did buy happiness, you thought; if it did you would be in your mansion worth millions, you would use your money to buy contacts to get your dream job without having to sweat a drop and you wouldn't be standing there right now listening to the landlady, while she yells at you and reminds you how far behind you are in your payments.

It was humiliating and you had no other excuse to tell her, it was obvious she didn't give a shit how much you studied and worked at the same time and it still wasn't enough. She finally left, insulting you a couple of times and flattering herself for being a good person by letting you stay and giving you a space in a very rushed and busy city like this one, where millions of people are looking for a place to live every day.

You wanted to feel unashamed, carefree but you couldn't do it and everything was a thousand times more embarrassing when you were helping your best friend pack as she was moving to a new and better apartment. You knew Hari since you moved into the building three years ago, she was your neighbor and you were the same age so you two quickly liked each other... but the day had come, she was able to move on and was going to a nice place.

Hari watched the whole scene with a bit of sadness, knowing deep down what it felt like to go through exactly the same thing and hear the same old lady screaming. And, as she took one of her boxes to pass it to the mover she thought if after all this time it would be good to finally confess a secret to you… she was terrified of feeling judged but, she appreciated you too much that she really wanted to tell you.

You sighed without further ado, smiling and turning back to your friend.

“Hey, if you need…” Hari wanted to say but you interrupted her immediately.

“I'm fine, really.”

You stared at her and gave her a fake smile. It wasn't new that you hated asking for help and that people feel sorry for you, first it was your male best friend who stupidly is a millionaire and now your best friend who you were supposed to share economic pains. You felt that everyone was moving forward but you, but you didn't want to be seen as a poor girl in distress, it was what you hated the most even though you appreciate their gestures and words in your heart, despite that. it's hard for you to take it, as well as thank them and…. express yourself.

“If you need anything you know you can count on m...?”

“On you and Felix, I know.”

You rolled your eyes trying to appear annoyed but you weren't, it was obvious, they always reminded you. And you were extremely grateful just at the thought that they cared about you. You were aware that one of the very good solutions was simply to start dating your rich best friend who you know likes you… but you weren't like that, unfortunately, you were too proud to accept easy money.

“You should give him a chance” Hari added.

“I think I'm fucked up enough to fall in love and add another worry.”

Felix was sweet, caring, attractive and incredibly wealthy, you met him in college as he was studying cinematography. And you were studying performing arts, actress, your biggest dream. Strangely enough, you and Felix connected instantly in a course where you coincided, and you got along very well forming a nice friendship; he had a big and pure heart and was not at all the typical brainless rich kid, however you were the opposite of him, reserved and a bit pessimistic about life and clearly… in some big and tight economic problems. You couldn't count the countless times Felix offered to help you financially, but you simply felt you were abusing the power of your cute and cuddly best friend.

He would offer you money, he would offer you one of his properties, all paid vacations, you knew it was every girl's dream and that if you told anyone other than Hari about all this, they would be sure to slap you and call you ‘stupid’ to your face. You recognized that he was all a dream come true and that was what you feared the most, that you might be a nightmare for him, your personalities were different and most of all, you felt so bad that you didn't have something to offer him; you felt it looked so wrong to be just him trying so hard even though you were trying twice as hard too and sometimes it seemed in vain.

Moreover, you were quite realistic and recognized well that guys like Felix, wealthy and from a long line of millionaire ancestors, a simple girl like you wasn't enough, and you could never end up with someone like him.

Hari laughed at your comment.

“Love isn't so bad... have you ever been in love?”

You looked at her perplexed, almost wanting to laugh in her face; Hari in love was a concept you didn't know.

“Have you?” you asked, emphasizing your shock.

Your friend just looked at you amused and continued her duty of clearing out her old home. She was nervous, she had a solution for you but wasn't sure if it was an option for you.

After a few hours of exhaustive work like moving your whole life to another place, both of you contemplated the completely empty apartment where you used to spend nights together having sleepovers. Hari sighed, ready to confess something no one else knew.

“Y/n” she spoke to you.

You made a sound indicating you were listening, but you weren't really, you couldn't stop looking at that wall, thinking about what you had to do as soon as possible to get extra money. Hari called your name again until this time she caught your attention, so you turned to look at her; she felt nervousness and wanted to swallow for a second, you furrowed your brow at her sudden strange reaction.

“If I tell you something, promise you won't judge.”

“Of course” you quickly answered without thinking, her behavior seemed odd, but suddenly you were so curious to know.

She looked at you with big eyes of ‘I'm serious’, while you returned the look more than obvious.

“What is it about?”

Hari took a breath, hesitant, and suddenly she had all your attention.

“Have you ever wondered how suddenly I get all this, finally moving, nicer clothes...?” she replied with another question.

You furrowed your brow and tilted your head a bit confused, not meaning to offend, but your friend's life wasn't something you were so concerned about since you saw her completely normal, it wasn't something to be alarmed about, every time you met she was still the same... you wondered if there was suddenly something you didn't notice and that you should feel like a bad friend about.

“Did you get a big promotion at your job...?” you speculated without an answer.

She smiled mockingly.

“There's someone” she finally spat out, unable to express it entirely.

You got excited, those words meant she was dating someone of whom you didn't know details and suddenly it excited you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and turned your whole body towards her, looking at her straight ahead, enthusiastic.

“Oh my God, Hari, why didn't you...”

“Or something like that” she cut you off abruptly.

Again, you looked at her confused, this time waiting for her to start talking. Hari looked at the floor and finally said:

“I have someone who gives me money.”

Silence embraced you, you didn't know what to say so you just laughed incredulously letting out a little air, Hari quickly looked at you with her expressive eyes of ‘you promised not to judge’, so you hurried to say:

“A sugar daddy or something like that? Well… good for you, I guess.”

“I think you need one” she cut off your sarcastic comment so now you laughed out loud. “Being a companion.”

“No thanks, I have enough dealing with Felix and his specific complex” you scoffed.

“I think you're not getting it… I don't know how to explain it but, I can live my life for 5 years without working a single day.”

You were in denial and totally ready to continue to contradict and mock your friend until that comment caught you by surprise.

“Wow, well that's…” you closed your eyes deeply trying to process the kind of conversation you were having. “I think you're exaggerating a bit here…”

“No” she interrupted you again, “this is different, I think you reject Felix because you know him and… these are just unknown men willing to pay a lot of money.”

“Do you really think you can give that kind of power to a man, of just giving you money without him expecting anything in return?” you added without thinking.

Silence returned… and it was when everything made sense and you understood that Hari did give something in return. You didn't want to say it out loud, but suddenly your best friend was a prostitute; you were really surprised. You couldn't help but open your eyes in surprise. Hari felt the need to explain herself before feeling judged.

“They are really wealthy men, it's something really exclusive and selective, you can choose and…”

You dissociated and stopped listening for a second, did they have methods? What did she mean? Why would she believe in the first place that you would be part of something like that?

“And are you with someone or do you have multiple relationships…?” you interrupted her.

You had no idea why you cared about that, you weren't a saint to judge, but maybe it was just curiosity. Hari rolled her eyes annoyed.

“At first a few until I finally found someone, I’m telling you it's surprising what can happen; so far it's him, he gave me the apartment, he'll decorate it and-”

You closed your eyes again incredulously.

“He bought you the apartment? I thought you rented it.”

“I had to lie.”

“And what happens when your fantasy and money run out?” you said mercilessly.

Hari smiled, you were too honest and straightforward sometimes.

“Well, I don't think that will happen for a long time and… Chan and I reached an agreement that I could work in his company as much as I want, even if our relationship ends and he stops supporting me.”

“Oh, so he has a name and now you're dating.”

“It's complicated, I like him but it's obvious that guys like him don't end up with the poor girl like a a TV show.”

And with a hooker, you thought. At least you were grateful that after all the senseless chatter something with common reasoning came out of your friend's mouth. You really had nothing against what she was doing, it just took you by surprise.

Hari sighed.

“I know you don't believe me, but do you remember that time months ago when we went out to eat and jokingly I showed you the meager ₩50,000 in my bank account?”

You nodded, still perplexed and cautious about what she might show you now. Hari took her phone and in a few swift movements with her fingers, handed it to you, displaying on the screen an incredible amount that made you sigh just seeing it. You couldn't believe it. How was it possible for someone to have so much money? Why would they give it to Hari?

“I think it's dangerous, maybe it's just sex with strangers but in exchange for that ridiculous amount… I don't know, you shouldn't trust strangers like that.”

Hari opened her mouth, offended, as she took her phone back.

“It's not always sex, it's about companionship.”

You pursed your lips, unable to believe it; maybe for old men with erectile dysfunction, you thought, but somehow or another, they are men looking for something.

“I'm just giving you an option to give it a chance. It's a really exclusive app, you even send your data to be accepted; it also comes with details of the people offering money for you, how they are, how much, and you can reject them all, you're in control. Come on, y/n, desperate times call for desperate measures…”

“I wouldn't categorize it that way, no thanks, Hari, I'm not that desperate, and by the way, how did you find out?”

“I went to a party months ago and overheard a couple of unknown girls talking about it, it changed my life” she quickly checked her phone again. “I have to go, he came for me, but think about it, okay? Just out of curiosity, like I did until I saw a really impressive amount. Also, they specify if they want companionship or something more…”

You rolled your eyes annoyed, it was crazy, you thought that Hari could live anonymously but your dream was to be an actress, what were you supposed to do if they ever found out that you practically sold yourself. Both of you left the apartment and stood there in the hallway for a few seconds.

“Do you want to meet Chan?”

Your attention returned to your friend as soon as she said those words and confusedly you thought in your mind “who?” until you realized who she was talking about. You were curious, you expected an older man but you were surprised to see that shiny black luxury truck and inside of it, an attractive young adult driving, he looked no more than thirty, or maybe less than forty. You had descended all those floors to meet the person your friend was talking about with enthusiasm and you were too surprised.

Chan got out of the car as soon as he saw Hari and opened the passenger door for her.

“She's my friend, y/n” your friend introduced you.

“Pleasure to meet you” you shook hands.

You were in absolute surprise and denial, suddenly everything started to feel like just a fever dream. You felt the heavy gaze of your friend's ‘partner’ and for a second you wondered if he was really the guy who slept with girls for money or the chauffeur of the lucky handsome rich man.

You gave him a small smile and Chan quickly looked at Hari with complicit eyes, silently asking if you knew who he was in her life to which Hari almost reading his mind nodded softly.

“I'll see you another day, goodbye” your friend said goodbye with a strong hug which you were too astonished to reciprocate.

And they both left, leaving you standing on the cold pavement of the parking lot with your thoughts floating.

You returned to your apartment with a million questions, questioning almost your existence. Imagining the possibility of getting into that silly app, you thought for a second that Hari must have had the greatest luck in the world to get the only handsome man in the whole system, whom you wouldn't be disgusted to sleep with even for a second. You thought if you really should pay attention to Felix, fall in love with him, live with him… but you shook your head vigorously to dismiss that idea, it was almost impossible not to fall in love with him but you didn't feel bitchy and cynical enough to take advantage of his love and money at the same time. You knew it was cruel and that he should be looking for someone because you understood each of his signals, and it was obvious that he was crazy about you but among the boring and miserable life you led, his attention was the only thing that kept you motivated.

You couldn't sleep and little by little you convinced yourself more, sex with a stranger? It shouldn't be so bad, having the same amount of money as Hari? it was such a bright dream for you. You could pay off your debts, look for a better place, and free yourself from the visit of the little witch every week. Now you were curious… if it was really reliable and if all your information was highly confidential.

You didn't even check the time and sent Hari a message: «How high security are we talking about in that app?» She replied «I'll tell you everything tomorrow» you noticed your friend's excitement when you realized how quickly she responded.

Until the next day arrived and after work you visited her new and remodeled apartment. It was unreal, you were breathless, the beautiful view and large windows, the harmony of its decoration, it was so bright to be true that if you managed to have money in this situation that you were about to get into, you wanted to keep it realistic, you were afraid that from one day to the next, you would have nothing, so changing your life drastically without having a fixed support was not an option for you, it wouldn't be something long term, just something to get you out of your soon predicament.

They sat on the couch in her spacious living room which was almost the size of your entire apartment.

“Do you want me to manage your account just to verify the data and all that?”

You nodded, you weren't sure what you were about to do, but there you were.

“Okay, all your data is done, they'll send you an e-nail confirmation and let you know if you've been selected to enjoy the app's services. So…”

You swallowed, watching as they wrote all your data to a strange email, your name, date of birth, occupation, your measurements, your physical appearance, number of sexual partners, if you've had any STDs and attach evidence that you're 100% clean, history of alcoholism and smoking…

“I think it's illegal for them to ask for so much data.”

“Don't worry, it'll be worth it.”

“Are you sure I won't end up in… some dark business?” you whispered the last sentence, terrified and nervous.

“Noo, you'll get all the data from the men who want to hire you, even their address while yours is never exposed.”

“I don't know, Hari, men naturally lie.”

Hari chuckled softly, sensing your nervousness.

“I'll put up a picture of you and send it, and…”

“Wait, what?”

“I sent it” she looked at you proudly. “It can take 24 to 48 hours to respond.”

Hours passed, and you were heating up your dinner when a call from Hari interrupted your time.

“You got approved, it was really fast. I'll come to see you.”

She hung up, and you took your food out of the microwave totally bewildered. An hour later, amid the serene night with little rain, your friend appeared at your door with a big smile.

“Why are you so excited? I'm literally about to sell my vagina to wetpussy.com.”

Hari laughed.

“But that will make you a millionaire overnight.”

“Mm” you expressed in disgust and let her in.

“I can't believe it was so fast, they really want you. You have the option to put your real name or a fake one, your real name you can only give if you want.”

“Please, a fake one.”

You were really regretting it.

“What name should I put you?”

“I don't know, just not mine.”

“Cheryl, like darling in French” she wrote with a smile “…except I need pictures…”

“Come on, I sent you the best ones.”

“I know, and you look spectacular, but there's an option where the money goes directly to your bank account once they unlock the function to see your photos…”

You felt like she didn't finish the sentence and you were a little annoyed by the situation, it irritated you to know that you had to do this, well, you didn't have to, and no one was forcing you, but you decided to do it.

“And?”

“They're spicy photos.”

“Absolutely not, is it necessary to do that?”

“Your face can't be seen, and the money goes directly to you. Every time someone opens the option, you get paid ₩10 million, well, it depends on how much the app values you.”

You were in denial until you almost regurgitated your dinner.

“That's an absurd amount.”

“I told you I wasn't joking, I didn't know what they were based on but according to Chan, they're based on dollars or something like that, so for them, it's quite little.”

“Fuck, does Chan have more sugar babies? Because if he continues, he'll go bankrupt.”

“I told you they're not ordinary people and they have to specify what they want, if you ever feel like they disrespect you and don’t follow what was previously established, you have every right to fine them and report them.”

“And make it a public legal issue? No thanks.”

“Then…”

“Well, I guess I have nothing to lose by taking a few lingerie photos, without showing my face!”

[…]

There you were, in the mall at a lingerie store on your day off, trying to find the best pieces that scream “classy slut”, you were so terrified, it means they must be men with a lot of money and extreme loneliness and desperation, so the least you could do was pretend to feel sorry for them and look pretty in a nice set.

You were spending your money on something you hoped would soon multiply by millions, until the sound of your phone startled you because you were so focused that you felt like you were doing something illegal. It was Felix.

“Hey.”

“Hey, where are you? It's your day off, right?” he said.

“Yes… I'm at the mall.”

You couldn't lie to him, the music and sound of people were so audible.

“At the usual one? No way, I'm here too, I'm buying a birthday present for Olivia, I wanted to ask you to help me.”

“Well if you want to wait…”

“Where exactly are you? I'll come find you.”

You didn't want to see him, you felt so guilty accepting dirty money from strangers and not the one he always offered you in the purest way without asking for anything in return, you felt terrible.

“I'm at…” you looked around trying to find another store to run away when he's near, but you couldn't. “Buying lingerie on the second floor.”

You told him the truth, you didn't think he would come. And you've always been someone without filters, except when it comes to Felix, only with him do you have a soft spot. There was a little silence.

“Do you have a date?”

His voice suddenly became serious and his tone of enthusiasm vanished.

“Well, it's complicated” you grimaced but he couldn't see you.

“I'm coming over there.”

Felix hung up on you suddenly and you just let out a sigh; you couldn't guess where he was to calculate his time and leave the store and meet him outside, but you really needed that outfit, your last nudes were taken when you were in high school when you did your first sexting with a guy in your class, who was a nice guy, Kim Seungmin from your science class, you fucked him in the basketball gym closet and he never ever told anyone, nor showed your nudes; but the situation was already twisted enough without putting up your old photos from when you were a minor, plus the light and angles weren't fancy enough to be worth 10 million won.

You rushed to find something fast and before you knew it, Felix had already arrived.

“I like that one” he said in his deep voice close to your ear taking you by surprise.

You turned to see him, today he looked cuter than usual, he had his hands clasped behind his back and a small smile on his sweet face.

“Felix…” you whispered.

“So, what's the occasion? Who are you going to wear that for?” he mumbled.

He wanted to hide his irritation in a soft tone, but he couldn't, he was annoyed.

“Oh, it's nothing, I just have to update my closet.”

“Then buy whatever you want and I'll pay for it” you were about to speak and he gently raised his index finger in objection. “Is it bothering you that I'm here? I can leave you my credit card and wait for you outside.”

Felix looked around innocently, he was surrounded by women's underwear and women. You smiled warmly at him.

“No, actually you can help me.”

You liked to play with Felix a little, you adored watching the way his face would lift and light up all over, his ears would perk up a little and his round eyes would get bigger, as happy as a loyal puppy. Objectively yes he could help you, he was also an incredibly wealthy man, you thought maybe all millionaires shared the same neuron or tastes to get them turned on.

“I'm between this one and this one” you showed him the pairs you had selected.

“Take both of them. Or as many as you want.”

You wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, you were suffocating to the idea of what you were going to do; you loved shopping but today….

“Come on, take some more, your closet won't be filled with just two” Felix added.

You smiled at him and chose a few more so he would stop talking and you could leave at once. Felix paid without any problem while the cashier looked at you with contempt and envy when she saw the pretty boy who accompanied you, slim, elegant, blond with long hair and an innocent face bathed in freckles.

“Thank you, Lix” you gave him a quick kiss on his soft, rosy cheek.

If Felix had a dog's tail, you were sure he'd be wagging it vividly and endlessly with happiness.

“Have you eaten yet? Let's go get something to eat…” he mentioned excitedly, turning to look at you.

“Mm, later, now I'll help you choose the gift for your sister.”

“Oh, yes, sure, what do you think, Cartier or Tiffany? Although Van Cleef is very fashionable among young girls. And maybe a Dior bag, I think it's her favorite brand; my father will give her her first Birkin so my bag will be like a toy, I don't know what to give her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, Felix was talking and you were listening.

[…]

“Do you wanna go to my place? There's a movie I want to see. Only you would listen to me while I pause the movie every 5 minutes to make a comment.”

Felix spoke while he was driving, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye and noticed you distracted; you couldn't help it, you thought to yourself that you have to take good pictures and that maybe soon your pussy will be tasting a stranger's cock, for money, which made your hair stand on end. You came out of your trance when you realized Felix spoke.

“Yes, it's okay.”

You needed a distraction. And you missed movie nights —and commentary— with Felix, your best filmmaker friend.

“What are you doing on Saturday? You should go to Olivia's party, she's having a themed party after dinner with us; I don't know what her theme is yet, but I'll let you know. Olivia remembers you and likes you very much.”

Felix suggested trying to get your attention. You didn't even have to think about it, Felix's younger sister was a sweetheart like him, it was his older sister who was a tough crowd, you knew she didn't like you and that she thought you only hung out with her brother for his money, she almost fainted when she found out you were on scholarship and lived in a middle class neighborhood. It was enough for you to know that Felix drove you everywhere, that was too much for you.

“I'll think about it… I have a deadline this Sunday for a report.”

He pressed his lips together, knowing you were lying, but he didn't blame you, he thought maybe it would be too much pressure to meet his family.

“So… Are you going to tell me who you're going to wear that lingerie for? Is it someone from the university that I know?” Felix tried to be subtle, but he was dying to know who was going to touch you other than him.

You and Felix had almost done it for multiple times but you always stopped yourself, you couldn't do it because you were afraid he would do it so well and so sweetly that you would end up falling in love with him. He loved the way you made him completely horny, almost cumming in his pants.

And then you had a great idea, if you were going to get into that business you had to be cool and think it would only be a simple fuck, you wouldn't concentrate on anything but feeling a hard cock in your pussy… so you had to fuck Felix right now, there was no other way to prove you were an insensitive bitch than to fuck the only man you have ever felt love and respect for.

You tried to get flirtatious and quickly changed your mood.

“Maybe you're right, he's someone you know very well.”

You spoke slowly and seductively, staring at him, you must have recognized that you really have a very attractive best friend, he quickly noticed your heavy look and the change of mood, so he swallowed nervously and looked at you surprised with opening his pretty eyes in pity and that didn't help you at all, he looked fucking cute when he was like that.

“Oh yeah?” he added playfully looking sideways and running his tongue along the inside of his cheeks.

You moved closer to him and brushed his cheek with the tip of your nose seductively, while your left hand traveled dangerously from his thigh to his crotch where you massaged his growing bulge.

“Let's go to your place and you tell me what you think of each of the sets you bought me, for him.”

You noticed the irregularity of Felix's breathing, you didn't want to act clumsy and end up fucking him in the car, even though it was incredibly spacious enough… but you knew that when Felix was aroused and totally yielding to your charms and touches, he wasn't thinking clearly.

“Let's listen to music while we wait” you added amused.

You moved away from him and played music through the screen of his modern car, almost letting out a giggle, you didn't know if Felix hated you for that or was just turned on and, for him it was the second option, all the way he was uncomfortable with his pants drowning his cock, but he didn't know how to ask you nicely that if possible you could give him a handjob right there, to which he concluded that there was no decent way to say it so he waited until finally arriving at his pent-house.

As you entered the elevator you both kissed desperately, you almost smiled between the kisses knowing how much fun it would be to finally taste your best friend. Felix was holding all the shopping bags tightly, or at least he was trying to, he wanted to keep his hands on your waist and glued you to him, so once you reached his apartment, he let go of the bags and kept kissing you mercilessly, it felt so good, his warm hands on your waist, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and your lips joined with a huge appetite. You realized he wanted to take control and if he did, you would end up making love slowly and not just fucking, so you gently pushed him away, he saw you confused with puffy lips and a look of lust.

“Let me show you how good it all looks on me.”

You gave him a quick kiss and took his hand, directing him to the couch where he sat.

He licked his lips as he bit them, stretched out his arms and settled back, trying to ignore his throbbing sex. He loved the way you played with it.

You took the first piece of black full body lace lingerie. You undressed in front of him and slowly and painfully slipped it on, Felix was struggling with his immense desire to make you his.

“Help me.”

You dropped onto his lap pretending to have trouble putting the garment on, you were so wet, you wanted to feel him like you had never wanted to feel him before. Felix put his hands on your body and quickly reached for your pussy, pulling the tight, thin fabric away from your center and began to play with your clit. You moaned, losing control of your initial plan as you were surrendered to his touch.

You unbuttoned his pants, removing them and his underwear in exasperation. And there was your friend's hard, firm cock lightly lubricated in semen, as nice and thin as he was, it looked exquisite, and you were going to ride it so well.

“Felix, the condom” you practically begged.

He gasped at the touch of your hand and firm grip, “over there,” he mumbled pointing to a cabinet with a drawer, you thought for a second if he fucks regularly or why he had condoms in accessible and strategic places. You walked by the condom, feeling your wetness with every step and positioned yourself in front of him, your knees on either side of his thighs.

“You should take pictures of me, with each of the lingerie, exclusively for you; I want you to know that I'm really grateful every time you do something nice for me” you stared at him as you opened the wrapper.

You put the condom on him, you could see how gorgeous, red and swollen his cock was ready for you, and slowly, carefully pulling the fabric apart, you sat on it, inserting it and feeling every inch as you went down.

“Shit, y/n, move for me” Felix gasped.

You moaned as you felt it buried in your pussy and began to enjoy yourself endlessly, jumping on his erection as each squat made you lose your breath. Felix held you tightly by the waist, accentuating each movement. You gave yourself thrusts leaning on his thighs and, when you felt his cock throbbing and his body getting weaker and weaker indicating his orgasm, you hugged him on his shoulders and kept moving your hips and ass with agility.

Felix completely agreed that you would take control and held your ass helping you a little until, between gasps and almost crying, Felix finally cummed. You were so possessed by adrenaline, you could feel your orgasm so close, that you accelerated your squats and held your breath for a second until you finally exploded in a sea of sighs and glistening fluid.

You dropped your tired body on Felix's shoulder, feeling his scent and immediately regretted it, it had been amazing, but you always thought the first time you would fuck Felix would be so sweet, on a warm day, maybe in spring, involving roses and a date… not in such a dirty way on a cold October night on his living room couch.

“You know I like you a lot, y/n. Let's stay that way.”

And you said something really stupid, something you had no intention of saying. You wondered what he meant, whether to continue to stay like this fucking, or cuddling?

“I like you too.”

You kept hiding in his neck, you were a coward who can't accept that you were capable of feeling something for someone.

And if that wasn't enough to make you feel bad, he gave you the sweetest cuddles once you came out of his cock, he tended you carefully and told you how pretty you looked.

After that he took your long awaited pictures and after taking your last one, he made sure to reward you so well that he ended up eating your pussy.

You ended the night by taking a shower together, and fucking you again in there; you watched the movie while he commented on each annotation he made, but Felix fell asleep halfway through, in your arms. You didn't know what to do, you didn't know if you were going to continue that way with him and you still weren't ready to take the big step of accepting his money just because suddenly you go out and he gives you everything, his sister already hated you… what would people think; you cared more about your situation with him than about what they would think if I slept with a stranger for money situation, although, nobody had to know it was for money, if somehow someone found out, you could say it was just a fuck, you thought.

So, resigned to the fact that you still had to pay your rent, you sent the pictures to Hari, to which she quickly replied with a «wow! I got em» Thirty minutes later, a screenshot of what your profile looked like, it was embarrassing for you. «I'll be sure to get you the best deals😉», she wrote back.

The next morning you woke up in Felix's bed, wearing his clothes; he must have moved you and you hadn't even noticed, you reached for your phone and couldn't believe your eyes, notifications from your bank account app, you had received ₩ 40 million.

You were ready to tell Hari that you had enough with what you were getting just for the pictures, you couldn't believe it.

[…]

And, on the other side of the city, in one of the best, luxurious and exclusive hotels in the place, the hotel owner himself, the young and wealthy Hwang Hyunjin and his friend who fit in the same category as him, Lee Minho, were having brunch.

“Ah, Lee Minho, he can finally have brunch with you in his busy schedule” Hyunjin told him.

Hyunjin had arrived and Minho was waiting for him, sitting in one of the hotel's restaurants next to the large window with a view of the city. Hyunjin was more into art, but being the only son of his powerful father who owned hotel chains, he gave him that one right on his 18th birthday, since then Hyunjin has taken more than good care of it, and decorates it in his favorite pieces of art, his favorite part.

Minho stood up to greet him, shaking hands and a quick hug.

“Busy me? If it's you who's going around the country with your galleries” Minho replied, sitting down.

“I know, I know, it's unbelievable. Have you ordered lunch yet?”

“Yes.”

“I'll order the same” Hyunjin shouted to his employee as he sat in his chair facing Minho.

“Big day tomorrow, huh?” added Minho.

“Of course, you have to be there, I even left the presidential suite just for you.”

Hyunjin leaned back in his chair clasping his hands together with a smile on his face. Minho laughed softly.

“I don't get ready in hotels anymore.”

“Well, do it for me this time, like old times. Besides… you have a plus one to my gallery event.”

Minho's soft, amused look tensed a little when he heard his friend.

“Oh yeah? Well, I think I'll go alone.”

“In fact it's mandatory that you go with someone, so I got you that someone.”

“No thanks, I'd rather not go.”

Hyunjin smiled sideways seeing how cute his friend was getting when he was getting into his temper.

“It's a girl, but if you want a boy you have to tell me before tonight” he joked.

“Why can't I be your date then?”

“I'm sorry, I'm already going with someone tomorrow. But I think it's time for you to start seeing more people.”

Minho gave him a dirty look, he didn't want to have that conversation at their meeting after weeks of not being aware of their lives.

“I'm fine, I'm busy.”

“When was the last time you fucked someone” Hyunjin blurted out in amusement trying to smooth the conversation.

“It's none of your business.”

“I'll take that as you haven't done it in a long time.”

“If you care so much why don't you fuck me in the suite.”

Hyunjin laughed, gently touching his nose, though deep down he believed this was no time for joking… or at least it was a little since he didn't know how to tell him what he had to say.

“I would but you'd have to pay back every penny I spent on the pretty girl.”

“You paid money to a girl to sleep with me against my will? Artists are weird, I thought we were in the 21st century.”

Hyunjin couldn't hold it in anymore so he licked his lips and finally confessed:

“Soyul will be there.”

Minho's smirk left his face little by little and his heart almost stopped when he heard after so long the name of his ex-girlfriend; and that was exactly what Hyunjin was referring to and of the expression on his friend's part that Hyunjin feared for. He couldn't lie to him, Soyul was one of his biggest investors, she had to be present and he couldn't fool his friend; he knew he still wasn't over her, not even after two long years since their breakup; in fact, the idea of getting him someone started a few weeks ago, at their meeting where a drunken Minho confessed to him in tears the deep pain and misery he felt after the one he considered the love of his life left him. That was for Hyunjin the straw that broke the camel's back, he was not going to see his friend depressed.

“So?” Minho tried to sound nonchalant.

“She's going with her boyfriend… and I think you're still not over her….”

“And you decided to hire a hooker? That's why you left me the suite, isn't it, motherfucker?”

“She's not a-, well, if you don't want to fuck her, don't, just let her keep you company at my event.”

“Weren't the regular girls available?”

“All the normal girls in our social circle know Soyul and let's face it, they are very gossipy, it will be embarrassing for you for them to know that you haven't moved on with….”

“I can go alone” he interrupted him, he couldn't bear to hear him say his ex-girlfriend's name one more time.

“Come on, Minho, give yourself a chance, she is really pretty, she is an actress and…”

“A porn actress?” he interrupted him, not taking it seriously.

Meanwhile, their waitress was delivering their food and drinks, trying to act normal after overhearing the conversation.

“She's a real actress. I'll text you all her information. She's a Scorpio like you if you care about zodiac signs.”

Minho didn't answer, he didn't feel like dealing with anything else.

“They're freaky” Hyunjin poke as he picked up his cutlery, Minho frowned. “Scorpios. They say they’re good in bed.”

[...]

“I got wonderful news”

Hari suddenly appeared with a huge smile at your work.

“Hello to you too?”

“Can you take a break?”

“I'll be back in 5” you shouted and took off your apron to go out with your friend.

“I'm about to close a deal, I think you should have the money by now. You have to quit your job now, you have a date on Saturday.”

You were perplexed.

“Hari, what did you do?” you felt your phone vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans.

And there it was, your bank account with an imaginable amount, you opened your mouth in surprise, this was starting to get serious with an amount like that.

“I told you.”

“But who is it? What does he look like?” you didn't know how to react.

“Don't worry, they are Chan's friends, they are 100% reliable.”

“Is it more than one?” you opened your eyes in surprise.

“It's not… it’s complicated, a friend of Chan's, Hyunjin hired you for his friend Minho, who said he agreed, he just didn't use the app. I wanted to negotiate for him to pay for both of them but I guess he was pretty generous. Anyway, he just wants you to accompany Minho to Hyunjin's exclusive exhibition and pretend to be in a relationship with him for at least two hours?”

It was a lot of information to process, you didn't know what to say.

“Hyunjin will explain you more in detail but seriously you have to go otherwise you will be fined that same amount paid and a little more. You can leave as soon as you feel uncomfortable since apparently Minho has a strong personality.”

“Believe me, I'll leave as soon as I walk through the door.”

[…]

There you were on your Saturday night, standing in front of the door of a luxurious hotel, you walked in and met the handsome young man who was in charge of filling your bank account. You walked shyly toward him and greeted him with embarrassment. His dress code was clear: a short black dress fitted to your silhouette, comfortable shoes and normal underwear. He was going to dress you.

You looked at him, there he was, the famous Hwang Hyunjin himself from the large dynasty of the Hwangs, very influential people; he was taller than you, he had sharp eyes and thick lips, he was more attractive in person and he had to tell you the same.

“You look spectacular, chérie” he mentioned flirtatiously. “Come here” he invited you to come closer and you did.

You weren't a big fan of this, but you had to admit that something inside you grew and made you feel incredibly horny, the atmosphere of the hotel, the tense silence and the incredibly handsome man in front of you, in addition to your submissive behavior… rarely turned you on a bit.

“Do you want me to call you a make up artist or your make up it’s fine?” he gently touched your hair.

You looked up to see him.

“I think, it’s okay like this.”

You were nervous and slightly horny.

You did your best job with your make up and hair already, the make up was natural and elegant but still visible, matte nude eyeshadow, sharp eyeliner, elongated lashes, soft blush and lipgloss. Your hair was styled with soft waves.

“Great, so we don’t waste more time. You look beautiful already, actually you look better than the photos” he put his hands in his pants pockets and looked at you up and down biting his lip. “The dress is ready in the room, but you know what actually, bring it right here. Dress in front of me.”

Hyunjin was already aroused and was fighting his instincts to seduce and touch you, yet you were his friend's tonight, but he thought it only fair to see first what he had paid for. He sat comfortably on the couch and waited for you to return. On the other hand you were more than nervous and strangely agitated with excitement, that dark-haired man dressed in a tight suit all white because that was the theme of the party and finally there it was, a dress whose style and logo you could recognize so well. A white Versace mini dress that you assumed would fit to your mid thighs, you thought you had only seen that style in black so it was strange to see it in the brand's signature pearl white; until you saw the name Hyunjin embroidered on the label, was it designed for you? A shiny black Jimmy Choo silhouette heels, and a white crossbody bag from the same designer of the dress, you were speechless, so amazed that you almost forgot Hyunjin's request, he wanted you to change in front of him, then you saw something that terrified you, a beautiful white lingerie that went perfect under the dress, he wanted to see you naked.

You wanted it to be quick, almost like pulling off a bandit, so you tried to take everything and brought it close to him where you found him sitting on the couch ready for his little private show. You undid your black dress at the bottom so as not to ruin your hair and unthinkingly removed your underwear. Hyunjin was engrossed, he wondered why he didn't choose you, but for him after seeing your naked body. He was struggling as hard as he could to keep an erection from appearing in his pants, but it was too late.

You took off your low sandals ready to put on your underwear but he interrupted you.

“Let me help you.”

He took the garment and squatted down while helping you slide your panties to your area. Hyunjin enjoyed every second of the soft touch of your legs and then stood up to help you fasten your strapless bra. You could feel the tension in the air so you just bit your lip, resisting his hot touches and his warm breath on the back of your neck.

Finally you put on your dress and heels and you looked completely different, you never thought you would get to wear something like that to a type of event you don't frequent. You awkwardly moved the things from your bag to the new one and tried to regain your sanity.

“Something's missing” he spoke and grabbed your left wrist.

Hyunjin put on you the characteristic white clover bracelet with gold from the refined Van Cleef jewelry.

“Well, you've seen Minho. This is the key and it's two floors up from here” he added, handing you the access card. “I want to see the two of you together in the gallery, he may even could offer you the double of money so you can leave, but please, you have to go with him.”

Hyunjin now spoke in a commanding tone giving you instructions, his hot moment had passed, he had to concentrate.

“And please… let me know if you and Minho fuck, if the idiot doesn't touch you we can maybe go to…. how about Santorini?”

It seemed that you had your feelings locked in a box and that you acted according to a fever dream. You thought you were an actress and could get out of it easily, you just had to act. Your role was now about a rich girl wannabe.

You entered the room unannounced as instructed by Hyunjin and took a few steps forward until Minho heard the door open, interrupting his grooming time so he came out of his room wrapped in a towel and still with slightly wet hair.

“I didn't order room serv…” he said.

Minho stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at you standing there. You didn't know what to do, you were frozen in place; you looked at him, he looked handsome and was half naked, except for the towel covering his private parts, you couldn't help seeing him, his worked body, muscular arms but not exaggerated, his abdomen marked with a small scar above his navel and…. you felt bad but you thought he was looking directly at you too, his marked penis above the white towel. Minho smiled sideways at your nerve to look at him and could tell your mild surprise as you looked at his package, a valid reaction he thought.

“You're in the wrong room or are you lost?”

Minho could predict why you were there, after all you could only get in with the key. He looked at you sternly waiting for an answer. You took a breath and spoke.

“I will be your companion today at the art exhibition.”

Minho laughed and let out a breath.

“I don't remember ordering a hooker either. That fucker Hyunjin sent you, didn’t he?”

The term took you by surprise and you were offended, you were about to defend yourself when he continued speaking.

“Seriously, you can go, I'll pay you more than whatever that bastard gave you, just go” he waved his hands in a gesture for you to leave.

“I won't.”

“Will you make me call security?”

“Do it” you challenged.

Minho exhaled in annoyance and touched his forehead in concern.

“I'm going to kill Hwang Hyunjin.”

Without another word he went back to his room and thirty minutes later he came out ready dressed in a white suit with his serious expression. He looked at you for a few seconds with contempt as he passed by you and headed towards his door ready to leave, you ran towards him, leaving at the same time.

“I don't know what Hyunjin is up to but when I see him I'll…”

He was expressing himself annoyed until more people entering the elevator interrupted him.

“I'll get my car keys” he said to you indifferently as he walked away towards the hotel counter.

You followed Minho, keeping a distance; you glanced around, being able to see from the huge waiting room to the large entrance to the restaurant where you could also see and your heart stopped for a moment when you spotted a long dyed blonde hair sitting at one of the tables. You turned quickly, hoping he couldn't see you, but as if fate would have it, you managed to see him leave his seat and approach the foyer. In panic you slipped into the waiting room where you sat with your back turned.

Felix went straight to Minho.

“Lee Minho” he blond greeted him enthusiastically.

“Hey, Yongbokkie, what brings you here.”

Minho turned to look at Felix and frowned when he saw that you were no longer behind his back, he looked at you for a few seconds until he deduced that you might have finally run away, which made him happy and disappointed at the same time.

“It's Olivia's birthday dinner”.

“Oh, congratulate her for me” the blond smiled at him.

“Are you about to leave?” Felix said.

“Yes, I'm going to Hyunjin's.”

“Sure, sure, maybe I'll stop by later.”

Minho just smiled at him and asked a few more trivial questions about his parents.

“Mr. Lee, your car is outside waiting for you” the employee interrupted them.

“I have to go Felix, I'll see you later.”

“Of course.”

You were hiding, praying that Felix wouldn't recognize your hair and suddenly you saw him chatting with your 'date' for tonight, apparently they were friends so you felt more terrified, what if by chance Minho decides to tell Felix? Oh you would be ruined. After the short talk you saw Minho leaving towards the exit so once again you slipped away almost running to catch up with Minho. He was surprised to see you back by his side. Minho said,

“Mm, the night was just starting to get nice when I thought you had left.”

You gave him a dirty look and followed him to his car where you sat in the passenger seat. When Minho put on his seat belt he noticed the shiny gold detail on the strap of your dress, it was the medusa logo characteristic of that high fashion Italian brand.

“The bastard dressed you in Versace, you already look more like his than mine.”

You stood still not knowing what to say, it was maybe the first nice thing he had said to you during all your short time together.

Minho inspected you quickly, he was so upset that his friend didn’t lie, and just like Hyunjin said, you were a really pretty girl.

“But he didn't put earrings on you, if you're going to come with me you have to look your best.”

Once again he spoke in a resigned tone and arrived at Tiffany's jewelry store. Minho was resigned to the fact that you would accompany him tonight so he thought if you were going to make Soyul jealous, you really had to do it. Besides he had already inspected you, at first glance you were too pretty and that dress fit you like a dream so that speeded things up.

Once again, you had to go behind him and you entered the luxurious establishment.

“Good evening, Mr. Lee, how can I help you? Would you like something to drink?” the worker hurried to say to you once you entered, with a smile, looking quickly towards you.

You noticed how she looked at you in surprise since Minho hadn't brought another girl since two years ago when he was still in a relationship.

“Nothing for me in particular, I'm looking for earrings for women.”

“Of course, I'll show you.”

Minho followed the young woman and you followed Minho, who led you deeper into one of the display counters; you had come a lot of times with Felix every time it was a special occasion for his family since he had been raised among only women, he always offered to buy you some jewelry but you flatly refused. And now there you were, about to accept them from a stranger.

“Choose” he ordered you. “Quickly, I don't like to be late” he looked at his watch.

Timidly you leaned down to look at each one of the fine jewelry until a pair of gold diamond earrings in the shape of a flower caught your attention.

“These” you murmured to Minho.

The clerk stood waiting for his confirmation.

“I'll take those.”

He quickly took care of paying for them without looking at the price and they were finally delivered in their characteristic turquoise box with a white bow. He got into the car first and left the box there, you snorted for a second annoyed at how ungentlemanly and attentive he was, one second you felt like a princess wearing Versace and taking you to Tiffany & Co. and the next you had to run to keep up with him.

As soon as you got in, he said curtly:

“Use them, we're about to get to Hyunjin's.”

You watched him take the steering wheel attractively and noticed two boxes in between of you. You didn't know why you took the other one and Minho, noticing it, quickly placed his hand on yours stopping you.

“It's the other box.”

You looked at him, he acted a little strange; you took the other box and put on those sparkling diamonds. You had taken the old engagement ring that Minho bought for Soyul before they broke up, he was ready to give it up as it was of no use to him, it was made to fit his ex-girlfriend's finger.

When you arrived you saw that it was not a simple exhibition, but a chateau style mansion with many cars parked at the grand entrance, you got nervous, just like Minho, normally he didn't get like this but it would be the first time he would see Soyul accompanied by the man why she left him and also he had his first kind of date after so long.

Minho let out a breath.

“Well, we have to do it right. You're an actress, right? Create a character right now so we can both be on the same page.”

You didn't know what to say.

“I can change my name and….”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Which one is right for you?”

“Anything…”

“Choi Eunjoo… photographer from…”

“A place far away, what about Jeju?” he mentioned intensely, he was nervous.

You nodded. You had chosen the name of an inactive random actress who studied at the same university as you, who was a friend of Felix's mother and whose cinematography he forced you to watch while your friend argued how good she looked at her age. If they try to look you up for your name, they would be surprised to see only her and her inactive projects in the early 2000s.

“Okay, let's go.”

You both walked down the dirt road, once you came out of the darkness and Minho noticed people watching, he grabbed you by the waist.

“And what is your real name, Eunjoo?” he whispered to you.

[…]

It was better than you expected, you didn't imagine that there would be a construction like this in the modern city, you drank Champagne while you didn't leave Minho's side even for a second; after a couple of drinks you both relaxed completely and walked around the house and admired Hyunjin's paintings. This was maybe a normal Saturday for Minho, but it was for you a dream, you felt like Cinderella, once the clock struck 12 and the charm would be completely gone.

At one point in a room you both finally met Hyunjin, Minho came over to greet him and you shyly watched them chat, Hyunjin gave you a complicit look and smile, he hadn't seen Minho relaxed in years, sadly it was short lived as Soyul entered the room.

You noticed Minho's jaw tighten and saw where his eyes were fixed, on a pretty slim woman with the face of a celebrity. You quickly understood and walked over to Minho, linking your arm around his.

“You're here” she said to him.

She quickly looked at you.

“I'm still Hyunjin's friend.”

“Jung Soyul, nice to meet you” she introduced herself.

You held hands and Minho saw something that broke his heart once again, an engagement ring on her finger, suddenly the alcohol left his body, he felt sick, the suit was suffocating him.

“Choi Eunjoo” you smiled at her.

“So are you dating?”

Hyunjin could notice the sour look she had on you and that caused him satisfaction.

“Yes” Minho went ahead to say.

“I haven’t see you before, Choi Eunjoo.”

She said hypocritically, blinking repeatedly.

“Oh, it's just that, I'm an indie photographer from Jeju and… I met Minho and the rest is history.”

“Oh, now that's romantic.”

“More romantic than getting to know each other when you're in another relationship” Hyunjin added amusedly, taking a sip of his drink.

Soyul gave him a dirty look. And Minho didn't find it funny, he wanted to get out of there. Soyul knew him so well and noticed his expression, meanwhile you were analyzing the look of pity she was giving your boss, so you turned to see him, he looked serious and pale. You quickly approached his ear, covering your lips and whispered to him:

“We can get out of here if you want, pretend I'm saying something nice to you and smile naturally. You're acting weird.”

And so he did, Minho smiled softly; he hadn't felt the touch of another woman in years, suddenly your warm breath and soft lips brushing minimally against his ear pleased him.

“We haven't seen the whole exhibition yet, excuse me” he added, taking your hand.

You moved far enough away and, in a crowded room, he let go of your hand and walked out the large doors to what you could see was a balcony. You didn't know whether to follow him, but you did anyway.

He had unbuttoned his suit and a few buttons on his shirt, he felt suffocated. You saw him leaning against the white stone railing.

“Should I ask what's got you like this?” you said softly.

“You don't have to follow me around all the time” he added defensively. “Soyul cheated on me and now she is going to marry that motherfucker, what a great night to find out.”

You didn't say anything, you didn't know how to comfort someone and in a way, Minho was grateful for your silence.

“Well, once I say it out loud it sounds pathetic” he added.

“Hyunjin told me it was complicated for you…” you approached him and hesitated to touch him, but slowly rubbed your hand on his back, “that he wants the best for you and you start to meet new people.”

Minho let out a chuckle and watched you carefully, he hadn't given himself the task of observing how pretty you looked in that dress, under the moonlight, the way your eyes sparkled and how your lips looked so appetizing, Minho found himself losing his temper a bit for you so he quickly rejected any feelings and immaturely, he became elated and said:

“I don't know why I'm saying this things to a hooker anyway.”

He brushed off your touch and walked away leaving you absolutely lost and somewhat hurt.

The rest of the night you didn't find Minho and you were starting to get scared, you felt out of place, lost in a huge house, full of rich people laughing in their own social circle, you were so sensitive you wanted to cry, you wondered if Minho had abandoned you there.

You checked the time, past midnight and 5 minutes, it was time to go. You tried to look for a way out until you made it, you felt so embarrassed that you would ask for a cab but the signal on your phone there was terrible.

Suddenly you felt a big hand grab your wrist, you turned around scared and found the man you almost cried for tonight.

“Let's get out of here.”

Confused, he led you to his car and you parted on the road in silence. Minho had pondered all night and wanted to take the next step, to finally be with a woman other than his ex-girlfriend, but he didn't know exactly how to ask you.

As you merged into the city you realized he was heading in an unknown direction until you reached the hills in one of the more upscale neighborhoods and finally saw that he had taken you to his house.

You thought he was a selfish piece of shit and there were two options, suddenly he wanted to fuck you or he went home exhausted and sad and would let you call a cab to take you home. But what you didn't know was that he was cynically leaning towards the first option.

You got out of the car and now he was the one running towards you.

“Why that face y/n?” he said, approaching you.

You looked at him indignantly, suddenly he was calling you by name and wanted to have you close, you thought he must be drunk.

“Let's go inside, you have to be a good girl and thank me for the earrings, I'll make sure to buy you more pairs.”

He grabbed you by the waist, you noticed how his voice became gravelly, but that wasn't how you fell and he knew he said a couple of hurtful things but he didn't know how to apologize. You questioned whether you should play along, fuck him and call it a day and go home, as sadly you had to play along, or so you thought.

You stared into his eyes, those big dark eyes in a cute cat shape, he was attractive and from what you saw earlier he had a good dick, so you decided that if you would cry at least make sure it was worth it.

“What do you have in mind?” you rounded his neck and moved your face closer.

He smiled mischievously and, the next thing you knew, you were both in his home entrance devouring each other's lips. Minho had a lot of dirty ideas while he was away from you during the party, the alcohol made him horny. He took off his coat and untucked his shirt and undid his belt. He slipped his hands under your dress lifting it and shamelessly squeezed and massaged your ass, drawing you to his body where you began to feel his erection rubbing against you; Minho loved the idea of touching your bare ass since you only had tiny panties on, you moaned as you felt his lips and tongue on your neck, for some reason his mouth was so soft and you were a complete sucker when you were treated to a lot of physical contact during sex.

You parted and an act of lust, he sought to undo your dress and bra, he stared at you, semi naked for him and began to move his kisses down your breasts without breaking eye contact, it looked fucking good to watch him as he moved down your body and feasted himself on your tits until he moved down to your underwear and wet pussy. By this point you were panting and in need of action. His sharp nose brushed against your mons pubis and he slowly slid your underwear down your legs until he stripped them from you. He parted your legs a little and you felt his hot breath on your area screaming for attention. Minho took your pussy with his big hands and parted your folds, sticking his tongue out shyly and giving your whole pussy a deep, dirty kiss. You gave a little cry of excitement and didn't think you were capable of standing in heels while he ate you out.

Minho felt so good, with his thumb he stimulated your clit as you gave little spasms into him from your excitement. He noticed that you were becoming increasingly impossible to hold so he stopped, carried you suddenly upstairs to his room. Minho laid you down on his bed while he stayed on the edge of it finishing undressing himself. You watched the spectacle with excitement, from his notorious veins to his hands undoing buttons that looked tiny and finally his pants releasing his big firm erect cock, your heart raced faster just watching it, it was delicious, he was incredibly endowed, it was big and thick with notorious veins, you bit your lip thinking how incredibly painful but pleasurable that would feel in your pussy.

Minho saw your reaction and quickly positioned himself over you, he took your wrists and held them with one hand above your head.

“Did you like what you see, little whore?”

You nodded, unable to speak properly, if you tried to say anything it would surely be in a needy tone. You could feel him slapping your belly every time he came closer to you.

“You want it in your mouth?”

You almost screamed please, but before you could speak, Minho lay back waiting to be satisfied. On your knees and arching your back purposely giving him a view of your dripping pussy, you took his big cock and inserted it into your mouth tasting every vein. Minho sat up and began to fuck you with two fingers inserting them into your vagina. You are a mess, completely wet, with cum and saliva sliding down the corner of your lips, you didn't think it could have been better until you feel his hands on your hips and he tries to position you on top of him. You helped him a little and for the first time you were experiencing the 69 position.

You were panting between his big dick, your nose was starting to get slippery and little tears were coming out of your eyes. On the other hand Minho had his tongue deep inside you, he was tasting your labia, and stimulating your clitoris and from time to time he passed your wetness stimulating your exposed ass.

You stopped sucking him off when you felt your climax near, you sat up while resting your hands on his marked abdomen, only your gasps and grotesque sound of Minho devouring your pussy could be heard in the room, occasionally he would let out tinies 'mmmh' enjoying every second of you. You clung more to his abdomen and lifted your ass gently so as not to rest all your weight on him; you threw your head back blinded with pleasure.

“I'm gonna cum” you announced in a desperate, choked cry.

And just when you didn't think it could have been any better, Minho accelerated his licking and sucked harder, bringing you to the edge until you collapsed in his mouth. Your orgasm had been so strong that it hurt your abdomen a little.

You pulled away from him, embarrassed and soaking wet but Minho was more than happy. He leaned back on his elbows and wiped his mouth with a smile, it had been a long time since he had the intimacy of good sex, let alone eating such an appetizing nice pussy like yours, he smiled as he was satisfied that he was still excellent in bed.

You looked at his naked body again, his hard cock was needy and sensitive and within seconds you were horny again. Minho grabbed you roughly by the face and kissed you heatedly. He pulled away from you and with his hand made a motion indicating you to turn around, confused you showed him your ass and put yourself in four.

Minho without thinking caressed your buttocks and then spanked you hard 5 times in a row, each stroke exalted you and made you moan pleasurably, your skin was burning with pain, you could predict that your ass was thus as red as your riotous cheeks.

Minho played with your pussy a little, reinserting his fingertips, you saw him take a condom and within seconds you felt the latex on the tip of his penis teasing your entrance. Until you felt him slowly insert half of his erection and then insert the rest all at once causing you to let out a soft cry. You arched your back again as you gently moved your ass, adjusting yourself to his massive cock, filling your insides.

“I'm going to fuck you hard, kitten.”

He murmured and without warning and without mercy he began to ram you bestially making the sound of his pelvis slapping your buttocks resonate along with the sounds of your wet and well lubricated cunt. You couldn't help but moan every time he was inside, you felt like you were going to swoon all over him, it felt so good for you as well as for him, finally, the adrenaline and desire to fuck someone who wasn't as vanilla as his ex-girlfriend, Minho always liked to fuck hard.

You were in paradise, you were wearing diamonds and he was abruptly pounding your insides. Minho was holding you by the hips but soon grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it, riding you wonderfully; his view was beautiful, he pulled his grip tighter and pressed you to his body, your back rubbing against his bare chest, you could feel his cock protruding from your lower belly, thrusting you hard. In one swift movement, he held you with his strong right arm whose naughty fingers pinched and stimulated your clit and with his left hand he began to gently choke you. He gasped from time to time in your ear “fuck” over and over again. You both synchronized your climax and you felt the grip of his hand on your neck getting tighter and tighter until you couldn't breathe, you adored it, you loved how your body was fighting for oxygen but at the same time seeking the culmination of your pleasure, your heart beat faster and oxytocin shot out of your system and in desperation you placed your hands on his hand on your neck, you felt every vein exalted from his strong grip.

You thought you were going to pass out but it was only your shuddering second orgasm, Minho slowly released you and cum on the condom still inside you. You ended up exhausted, racing and with your limbs trembling.

You had never been fucked so well that you almost felt the need to tell him I love you so you could have him forever.

The next morning you woke up naked, still in his comfortable bed. When you opened your eyes you found Minho buttoning his shirt, he looked all tidy and was getting ready.

“Are you going somewhere on Sunday?”

You spoke, hoarse and still asleep.

Minho turned to see you and smiled, he thought you looked cute with your hair in disarray and your face a little puffy, but after a second he regretted it. He refused to feel anything for you other than just desire.

“You have to go. The driver is outside.”

He told you coldly and walked out of his room, leaving you slightly heartbroken.

He was unbelievable.

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[lau219]

Why Deny?

Part 18

Previous part here

**!!!Warning: mature sexual content. 18+ readers ONLY! Minors, DNI!!!**

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God, she missed him.

That was the hardest part about all of this.

Not the constantly worrying about hiding her bump. Not the backaches or morning sickness. Not the fact that she still hadn’t even fully wrapped her head around the fact that she was having a baby.

No. It was that she missed Leonard like crazy, wanting nothing more than to go back to how things were between them, to be with him, to take care of him, and realizing that no matter how much she shut him out, she couldn’t get herself to stop loving him. And as time passed and that fact didn’t change, she secretly doubted that she’d ever be able to.

There was also the small but pestering problem of certain...needs. Not only had her decision to cut him off abruptly ended the sex between them, but as this pregnancy progressed, she found herself increasingly horny on what seemed to be a daily basis. As mad at Leonard as she’d been, a part of her had been seconds away from pouncing on him when they’d argued in his office the other week.

As her alarm went off on her phone for her to leave for her doctor’s appointment, Y/N stood from her chair. As she turned and reached for her coat, she felt the now familiar prodding across her lower abdomen as the baby kicked her, but this time it was slightly painful, almost seeming like the baby was intentionally tormenting her.

“Oww! You little asshole!” she said affectionately to her stomach as she looked down and placed a hand on her bump, hoping it would still the baby. She then shook her head as she spoke again.

“I think you get that from your daddy. I’ve told you about him; he’s an asshole, too.”

A moment later, the kicking stopped, and she took her hand off her stomach.

“That’s just what this world needs,” she said with warm sarcasm, “another Leonard Miller.”

When she felt a final kick, as if the baby was replying, Y/N laughed to herself as she slipped into her coat and grabbed her bag. Taking a deep breath, she fully opened her office door and walked out, trying not to think about Leonard as she headed to her appointment.

•.•.•.•.•

Leonard had heard Y/N talking as he’d walked past her office, her door slightly open. Upon listening, he realized she was talking to herself as she was moving around for her coat.

“Oww! You little asshole!” he heard her say, and the sound of her movements stopped for a moment. Then she spoke again, her tone soft and full of annoyed affection.

“I think you get that from your daddy. I’ve told you about him; he’s an asshole, too.”

He could hear the smile in her voice as she then spoke again.

“That’s just what this world needs, another Leonard Miller.”

Leonard didn’t realize he was smiling to himself. In private, Y/N clearly hadn’t shut him out as much as he thought she had, and he almost went into her office to confront her when he heard her begin to move again. He then remembered she had her appointment, and before she found him, he quickly walked away, making it into his own office before Y/N left hers.

•.•.•.•.•

Last week, she’d been set on not telling him; she was going to make him wait to find out. But now, knowing the answer herself, she found it hard to imagine keeping it from him. As she went to the front desk at the clinic to check out, she was still debating when the receptionist handed her a file folder.

“Before you leave, I just want to review a few of your documents in case anything has changed since we saw you for the first time,” the receptionist said.

“Sure, no problem,” Y/N replied as she set her purse down on the counter and the receptionist scrolled down her computer screen and began asking questions.

“Are you still at the same address on Sharpton Avenue?”

“Yes,” Y/N replied.

“And have you started any new prescriptions or over the counter stuff besides your vitamins?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head.

“And we can still send your husband all your information and records?”

Y/N’s brow immediately furrowed and she shook her head in confusion after a second of silence.

“I’m sorry, what?” she said to the receptionist.

“You’re still ok with sending everything pertaining to your appointments to your husband?” The receptionist shifted her eyes from her computer screen to Y/N.

“My husband?” Y/N finally said, still totally confused.

“Leonard Miller?” the receptionist responded. “You listed him on your HIPAA form as a designated party for sending your information.” She looked at Y/N with equal confusion for seemingly not remembering her own husband.

“When did I do that?” Y/N asked.

The receptionist turned back to her screen.

“Uhhh, it looks like we got it via fax from a business number a little over a week ago.”

“Can I see the form?” Y/N asked, the gears in her head turning as she tried to understand what was happening. When the receptionist gave her an odd look, she quickly made up a fib.

“Sorry, pregnancy brain,” she explained. “I just don’t remember filling it out, and my husband recently had a change to his work phone number and email address. I just want to make sure I remembered to put down his current information, not his old contact info.”

“Ohhhh, I see. No problem.” The receptionist’s expression returned to a relaxed one as she pressed a few clicks on her computer mouse and printed the form.

“I hate to tell you this, but that whole pregnancy brain thing only gets worse the farther along you are,” she said to Y/N with a smile as she handed her the form.

In a rush to look at the sheet of paper, Y/N just gave her an awkward forced smile in return as she took the form to the waiting area and sat down in an empty chair. As her eyes landed on it, her heart stopped briefly as she recognized Leonard’s handwriting on the form.

Beginning to process the fact that he had filled this out, Y/N glanced through each line and saw that he’d listed himself as her husband and had marked off that he should receive any and all test results for her and the baby, as well as all appointment notes for each of her visits. As she glanced at the date in the corner, she saw that he’d filled it out when she’d gone home sick the other week. As far as her signature at the bottom, it was there, although upon closer inspection, it looked a little faded. He’d obviously copied it off something else. Below her signature, she saw that someone from the clinic staff had added a handwritten note to the form, marked with an asterisk.

*Recently married. Spouse requested to be listed as patient’s emergency contact. Contact form faxed to spouse to update information.

Slowly raising her head, Y/N tried to process what she’d just discovered. She stared blankly out the large window for several minutes, before finally swallowing and looking down at the paper again.

She should have been mad at him. She should have been furious. What Leonard had done was a huge violation of her privacy, not to mention a huge violation of plenty of rules. Once again, he’d gone against what she’d wanted and interfered, and what he’d done was totally inappropriate.

And she was mad. She was furious. But that anger was quickly being overshadowed by something else as she realized what Leonard having done this meant.

He really did want this. He really was invested. She wanted to both slap him across the face and kiss him senseless. And as she once again recalled the things he’d said during their argument the other week, she felt a huge swell of emotion wash over her.

Slowly standing up, she walked back to the front desk and handed the form back to the receptionist.

“Do you need to change anything on this?” the receptionist asked her. “I can print you a new form if you need to fix his email or phone number.”

“No, looks like I put down his current info after all,” Y/N replied. “But thanks.”

•.•.•.•.•

Hearing the ding of a new message notification sound from his phone, Leonard quickly picked it up and opened his emails. Upon seeing the just received message from Y/N’s clinic regarding her appointment, his heart rate quickened, and he hesitated for just a moment before tapping on the chart note, seeing a small thumbnail of the latest ultrasound image and reading the basic details.

Chart No. 43643

Patient Name: Y/F/N Y/L/N

Singleton pregnancy

Gestational age: 20 weeks 2 days

Fetal activity present

Cardiac activity present

Fetal heartrate: 164 BPM

Fetal growth: Within normal range

Fetal sex: Male

Leonard read the last line again.

Fetal sex: Male.

Male.

It was a boy.

She was having a boy.

A huge smile spread across Leonard’s face, and he had never felt more full of pride than he did at that moment. As he read the report yet again, he couldn’t stop smiling. Damn right, it was a boy.

When he finally set his phone down, he thought about Y/N. What did she think? Was she happy? Would she, in fact, have told him the news after all?

Just then, almost as if on cue, Leonard heard the door to his office open and he looked up, his eyebrows raising slightly as he saw Y/N standing there. Saying nothing, she stepped inside and turned, closing the door behind her before turning to face him once more.

He couldn’t quite read her expression as she looked at him, but before he could try and decipher it, she walked over to him, Leonard turning to fully face her as she stopped in front of him.

“What?” he said as he looked at her.

Not answering, she tilted her head and looked back at him for just another moment, her eyes full of what seemed to be both anger and affection. But before Leonard could speak again, Y/N suddenly reached up and tightly grasped his collar in both her hands, roughly pulling him to her as she crashed her lips against his.

Obviously, it wasn’t what he was expecting, and Leonard’s eyebrows raised in surprise and he awkwardly grabbed her hips to steady himself as she pulled him against her. As her lips moved over his, he was still momentarily caught off guard, but within seconds, he was kissing her back, sliding his hands from her hips to her back and wrapping his arms around her as he now pulled her closer.

He could feel both anger and warmth in her kiss, in her body language, pressing her mouth against him a bit more forcefully than normal. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized she must have found out what he’d done, but instead of feeling bad about it, he himself got a little angry again – he wouldn’t have had to do it if she hadn’t shut him out. They were both channeling anger and love for the other, and when Y/N pulled away from his mouth and looked at him, they each gave each other a heated glare.

“Fuck me,” Y/N said to him as she held his eyes. “Fuck me right now.”

Every vein in Leonard’s body pulsed as he looked in her eyes, and the next second, his mouth was on hers again, grabbing the back of her head as she pressed against him. He hadn’t held her in months, and now, her pregnant belly was a bit of a roadblock to having her as close as he’d like, but feeling her bump against his own body was a new experience that immediately made him swell with pride again. Placing a hand on her stomach, he affectionately glided his palm over her bump before then sliding his hand around to her bottom and more aggressively squeezing her ass. Still gripping his collar, Y/N backed up, pulling Leonard with her as her butt met the edge of his desk, his hand releasing her cheek and curling under her thigh instead as he helped her up onto the desktop, blindly shoving things out of the way, his coffee mug shattering on the floor as it fell from the desk.

Quickly parting her legs, Y/N moaned as Leonard stepped between them, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to the edge of the desk before gliding his hands under her skirt and pushing it up her thighs. Y/N then released his collar and pressed her palms to his chest instead, before slipping a hand up to curl around his neck as she lowered her mouth from his and began kissing his throat. Her hand at the back of his neck toyed with his hair, tugging it and scratching at his scalp. Leonard finished shoving her skirt up to her waist and then found the hem of her panties, which were actually more like high-waisted shorts, the waistband sitting about halfway up her bump. He pulled away from her slightly, her lips losing contact with his neck.

“Nice underwear,” he taunted her with a smirk as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and began to pull them down. Truthfully, he found them insanely hot, her beautiful bump revealed as he pulled them down her body.

“Shut up,” she said, glaring at him as she grabbed his tie and roughly pulled him closer. Leonard couldn’t help but smile against her lips as they kissed again, Y/N still tightly grasping his tie in her fist.

Maneuvering herself on his desk, Y/N helped Leonard remove her underwear before they both then reached for his waistband, frantically opening his button and unzipping his fly. When she couldn’t get his pants lowered enough, Y/N parted from his lips once more and violently grabbed his suspender straps, tugging them harshly before hurriedly pulling them off his shoulders. Leonard then pushed his pants down and Y/N lifted her hands to his crotch, stroking his already hard cock through his briefs, his hands gliding over her bare ass as she touched him.

“You need me to fuck you, doll?” Leonard said lowly as he pushed her hand out of the way, lowering his briefs.

“Yes,” Y/N breathed out as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs around his waist. “Do it.”

Completely lost in her, Leonard urgently pressed his cock to her entrance and then harshly gripped her ass, scooting her to the very edge of his desk while simultaneously driving into her. He grunted loudly as she cried out in pleasure, and Y/N lowered her hands from his neck to move to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as Leonard began thrusting in and out of her.

“Keep going,” she breathed against his neck as she clutched his shoulders. “Please.”

She started to pant, and her legs tightened around his waist as Leonard began to move faster, his own breath ragged as he turned his face to hers and grabbed her chin, kissing her roughly. She squeezed her legs tighter around his waist, and Leonard lowered his hand from her face and placed it on her belly instead, still moving in and out of her.

“You’re lucky you’re already pregnant,” he said lowly to her, his voice full of arousal and possession. “Otherwise, I’d fuck you until you were.”

Y/N moaned at his words, covering his hand with hers over her stomach as her walls clamped around him.

“Leonard...” she moaned again as he thrusted even harder.

“So fucking stubborn,” he ground out as he slid his hand from her stomach down to her core and rolled her swollen clit, Y/N releasing a high whine as he touched her.

“This is over, you understand me?” Leonard said then, their eyes meeting. “You’re done shutting me out. You and that baby are mine.”

Her heart pounding, Y/N nodded desperately, gripping his shoulders again as she felt her release quickly building. Their eyes still locked, she couldn’t stop herself from saying the words as she saw the same reflected in his eyes.

“I love you.”

Her words sent him over the edge, emotion coursing through him as Leonard roughly grabbed her ass again, holding her steady as he thrusted with insane urgency. Within moments, he felt her clamp more tightly around him, and as his own release approached, he held her eyes until she could no longer keep them open, squeezing them tightly closed and her head falling back as she came with a desperate moan.

Leonard’s release was on the heels of hers, and he came as she was still riding out her aftershocks. His palms slamming against the desktop, he braced himself as his head hung in the crook of Y/N’s neck. They both could only breathe for several moments, coming down from the rush and the high and slowly allowing their surroundings to filter back into their awareness.

Finally lifting his head from her neck, Leonard looked at Y/N, her chest still heaving as he raised his hands and tenderly cupped her face. Looking up into his eyes, Y/N felt on the verge of tears.

“Do you know how long I’ve loved you?” Leonard said to her.

Y/N shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” she replied quietly. “I didn’t know if you felt the same. I was afraid that...I just...I couldn’t lose you completely, so I wanted to give you a way out.”

It was Leonard’s turn to shake his head.

“I love you,” he said. He then rested a hand on her stomach again. “This is what I want.”

Y/N lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss as he cupped her cheek. When they parted, Y/N rested her forehead against his, speaking quietly.

“I know what you did. The form.” She then pulled away from him. “I know what you did,” she repeated.

“You didn’t give me much choice, doll,” Leonard replied.

She smiled at him and was quiet for a moment, and then she spoke again.

“It’s a boy.”

Leonard smiled.

“I know,” he said, “thanks to that form. Couldn’t count on you telling me, could I?”

Y/N just smiled again.

•.•.•.•.•

Later that night, they lay in his bed in the dark, their bare bodies spooning as they each recovered from another orgasm. Due to Y/N’s belly, they’d had to get somewhat...creative, but after the three-plus months apart, it wasn’t going to stop them.

Leonard draped his arm over her from behind, alternating between resting his palm on her bump and holding her hand. After a stretch of satisfied silence, Y/N spoke.

“You realize that me not being angry with you right now for what you did just means that I get to punish you sometime in the future, right?”

Leonard smiled at her teasing tone.

“I’ll change the first hundred diapers, how’s that?” he said.

She giggled.

“Well, considering that’ll likely only get us through the first week, I’m not sure it’ll be enough, but I’ll consider it.”

He smiled again, and Y/N let out a contented sigh, lifting his hand off her stomach and idly toying her fingers with his. After a moment, Leonard spoke again.

“You’re going to marry me,” he said to her matter-of-factly.

“Oh?” she replied with amused teasing. “Says who?”

“I do,” he replied. “And in case you forgot, I’m your superior, so you have to do what I say.”

She smiled.

“If I marry you, you aren’t allowed to play that card.”

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

Looking over her shoulder at him, Y/N pressed a kiss to Leonard’s lips and squeezed his hand before she rested her head on the pillow again.

“Depends on how easy or how hard it is for this baby you put in me to come out,” she said teasingly, and squeezed his hand again. “If he comes out in under 12 hours of labor, you can start looking for a ring.”

Leonard smiled again and leaned into her, kissing her neck as he slipped his hand out of hers and laid it on her stomach.

“Deal,” he said.

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[television-overload]

of our own making

(an X-Files fanfic)

Chapter 21/34 - eggs benedict

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It’s strange, staying with Sheriff Adderly and his wife Ellen during this case in Vermont. If he had his way, he’d be checked into a motel instead of infringing on their hospitality, but he’d been given no choice. They even refused reimbursement for their troubles, which did nothing to lessen the feeling—however true or untrue it was—of him being a burden to them.

Ellen Adderly had pulled out all the stops for their guest, preparing decadent meals on fine china for every meal, claiming she’d have done it whether he was there or not. He has a hard time believing that. He can’t imagine living in such a way every day of his life. He and Scully barely manage to set out real plates to eat on when they order takeout at home, and he certainly doesn’t expect her to have a three course meal set out when he gets back from work. Besides the fact that she’s always at work with him, it’s just not something he thinks is necessary. Is that something she’d want to do? He doesn’t think so. 

The routine they have works for them, that’s all that matters.

But after getting a taste of his own personal brand of domesticity, it’s… odd… to see how others do it. He’d never have thought there were so many different ways to balance home life, much less enough that he’d start to form an opinion on them. His parents had been one way—not a particularly healthy relationship—and he and Scully are… well, they’re not really anything besides roommates, but that still counts, in his book.

Whatever they are, he likes it. Far better than this constant fussing, at least.

Mrs. Adderly must notice his discomfort, because at breakfast as she masterfully puts the finishing touches on his eggs benedict, she says “I get the feeling you're not used to anyone taking care of you,” and for some reason, that assumption grates on his nerves.

He takes a measured draw from his cup of steaming coffee, swallowing back his immediate retort.

“What makes you say that?” he asks instead. She probably hadn’t meant anything by it, but it still comes off as rude. He has someone to take care of him, thanks very much. Just not exactly in the same way as Mrs. Adderly insists on taking care of her husband… and apparently Mulder too.

“I’m sorry,” Ellen says, realizing her statement had come out somewhat offensive. “I just mean… I didn’t see a wedding band.”

She nods at his left hand sitting atop the table, and he follows her gaze to the bare ring finger.

“Do you have a significant other, Agent Mulder?” she asks.

Significant? Yes. Very. Other? That’s a good descriptor. Single, married, other. Yeah, he’d select other, if this were a multiple choice question. Although he’s pretty sure that’s not what she meant.

“I’ve– um…” he starts, wondering how best to describe his situation to this woman. “I’ve got a wife, actually.” He pulls out the ring on its chain to show her. “It can be dangerous in my line of work to have it on display,” he explains lamely before tucking it back into his shirt.

Ellen smiles. “Ah, well that’s good. Don't miss out on home and family, Mr. Mulder. I imagine with all the things you see, you need that refuge more than most.”

Her words hang in the air, a bit of sage advice from a woman he otherwise has very little in common with. But before he really has a chance to think about what she’s said, Sheriff Adderly makes an appearance, and it’s back to business. Ellen excuses herself to go check on their daughter, leaving the two of them alone to discuss the case.

Mulder remains seated at the table, staring down the sheriff with a knowing look. He’d begun to suspect—and now his suspicions are all but confirmed—that the man had been unfaithful to his wife, and it makes him feel sick. Here this man has it all; a loving wife, a sweet baby that they didn’t have to jump through a million hoops to get, and yet he’s willing to throw it all away for some cheap thrills.

He’ll never understand it.

The man is no more forthcoming about his knowledge of the case than he had been before, so Mulder lets it slide for now. The last thing he wants to do is show all his cards too early and spook him. He gives him just enough to leave him rattled. To let him know that he knows . 

He lets the unspoken threat hang between them until the sheriff folds, squirming away to take a shower, or so he says. 

He’s still seething in bitter disgust when Ellen returns, carrying her sleepy baby in her arms. It’s a well-practiced juggling act, Mulder can tell, as she goes about fixing herself a plate of her now lukewarm breakfast. With only one arm, she clearly struggles to transfer strips of bacon out of the pan, and Mulder gets to his feet.

“Here, let me help,” he says, joining her in the kitchen. What he’d meant was that he could help assemble her plate, but as he goes to reach for the spatula, he instead finds himself being handed a baby, and his eyes widen comically. “Oh, right,” he says, then plasters a forced smile on his face. Sure, this was what he’d meant to do all along. 

The little girl is heavier than he’d expected. Like a sack of flour, though with limbs jutting out everywhere. It takes him a moment to adjust, his hands holding her awkwardly beneath the armpits. 

“Hi,” he says conversationally, looking down at her like she’s a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. The baby just blinks at him, a blank stare on her face. “Okay,” he mutters to himself, lifting her to his hip and returning to the table. He makes every effort to not look like this isn’t the first time he’s held a baby in—well, basically forever, but he’s not sure he succeeds.

Ellen smiles across the table at him and digs into her meal.

“Do you have children, Agent Mulder?” she asks, “You and your wife?”

It still makes his heart flutter to hear someone refer to Scully as such, but he supposes that to Ellen, it really is that simple. Scully is his wife, that’s all she knows.

He’d always thought conversations like this to be so dull. ‘So, Dave, how’s the ol’ ball and chain? Kids staying out of trouble?’  But, now… 

Well, it’s different now that he actually has something to contribute to the discussion.

“Yeah, actually, one on the way,” he says, giving a self-conscious little smile. 

He’s never told anybody about this other than Skinner, but he supposes there’s no harm in telling this random woman in Vermont. It almost makes him feel… normal. Like he can relate to other people over the simple fact of his impending fatherhood. A shared human experience. A milestone in his life that doesn’t involve aliens, ghosts, ghouls, or any manner of cryptozoological entity.

“We’re adopting,” he further explains. “Only a couple months left till the birth mother’s due date.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Ellen exclaims, smiling up at him over her bowl of fresh fruit. “You must be so excited!”

“Very,” he says, looking down at the drooling baby on his lap. “We never really thought it was possible. That we’d ever—” 

He pauses, the shrill tone of his cell phone breaking into their conversation.

“Speaking of my wife,” he says, flipping open the device. “Hey, Scully. How’s the stakeout going?”

Her voice crackles over the other side of the line, drawing a genuine smile out of him. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that, Mulder, so that I can give you the good news I just received.”

His stomach does a flip. “Good news?”

He pictures her nodding, sitting in that grimy, cold room surrounded by surveillance equipment, somehow brightening it with her smile. “Krista called and we had a little chat.”

Mulder looks up at Ellen from across the table, where she’s watching him with a knowing smile. “Oh?” he says.

“Mm-hmm. And you know what she told me?”

Scully is extra cheeky this morning, huh? He misses her horribly. This is the last time he’s letting Skinner split them up for a case. After this, no more. He’s putting his foot down. What are they going to do, fire him?

“What did she tell you?” he asks, turning to instead stare at the floorboards, giving himself the illusion of privacy despite the constant watch of Mrs. Adderly.

“She told me the sex of the baby. Would you like to know?”

His heart thumps in his chest suddenly, its rhythm erratic. This, he hadn’t expected first thing in the morning. He hasn’t even finished his first cup of coffee yet.

“She finally found out?”

“Yeah, Krista said she was a lot more cooperative at this appointment than the last one,” Scully explains.

Mulder freezes.

“She?” he says, his voice raspy with awe. “It’s a girl?”

He hears Scully release a shuddering breath before her voice comes back, with all the telltale signs of happy tears that he’s come to recognize in the last few months.

“It’s a girl,” she confirms.

It’s a girl. He’s gonna have a baby girl.

“That’s– that’s amazing, Scully! That’s… wow!”

“I know,” she says. “I’m– You’re not disappointed, are you?”

“Disappointed?” he asks, furrowing his brow. “Why would I be disappointed?” 

Disappointed is the absolute last thing he’d be feeling right now. Elated is a better word. Maybe a little scared, but he’ll get over it.

“I don’t know, I just thought… You know, you talked about coaching little league, and I’m sure you want someone to watch basketball with you…”

He laughs. He can’t help but laugh. “Just because you don’t like basketball doesn’t mean other girls don’t,” he says matter-of-factly. “And have you seen girls softball teams, Scully? They’re brutal. You try getting hit by one of those giant neon yellow ostrich eggs at 50 miles an hour. I volunteered to practice with the girls once in high school. Almost lost an eye.”

“But what if she doesn’t like sports at all?” Scully asks, and he’d bet good money that she’s chewing on her lip right now, the way she does when she’s worried. “What if she’s on the chess team or plays the violin or the piano?”

Oh, Scully.

“Then I’ll learn all the names of her concertos and cheer her on at every chess tournament,” he answers simply. “Look, Scully, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you and I are both gigantic nerds. I think we’ll be prepared for whatever she’s interested in when she gets older.”

She . They can finally stop talking about her in abstract terms. A girl. A daughter.

“Your mom’s gonna flip,” he says when she doesn’t respond. Margaret Scully has a grandson, but no granddaughter. He can just see the little plaid dresses, frilly socks, Mary Jane shoes, and giant velvet bows in their future. She’ll be spoiled rotten.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” Scully says, sounding wistful. 

“Me too,” he agrees. “When I get back, we’re going out shopping again. I think maybe this time I’ll be able to hold it together in the clothes section.”

That earns him a laugh.

“I’m willing to bet it will go the same way as last time,” she teases back, and she’s probably not wrong. Just picturing this baby, a little girl like the one he’s holding now, has him emotionally on edge.

“I– I’ll talk to you later, okay?” he says, glancing up at the clock. “Let the thought of warm baby snuggles keep you from freezing your butt off.”

She sighs, the annoyance of her less than ideal assignment returning. “Thanks for reminding me, ” she intones.

They stay on the line a moment more, waiting to see who will be the one to hang up. Eventually he hears a soft click, and he smiles down at the phone in his hand. Goodbyes have never been necessary between them. Maybe that’s just another way they’re weird, but he likes it.

The baby in his lap gurgles, and he sets his phone on the table to turn his attention back to her. He sees her differently now, with the knowledge that he has a little girl on the way too.

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” Ellen says, eyes shining as she watches him.

Mulder feels his cheeks beginning to burn. “Oh. Thanks.”

“No, really,” she says more insistently. “You seem to care a lot already. And wanting to be involved… Well, that’s everything. Your wife is a very lucky woman.”

“I’m the one who’s lucky,” he says, and he truly believes it.

He’s the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.

~~~

wife guy / girl dad mulder says you get another chapter :)

Chapter 22/34 - pizza boxes

The sound of keyboards clacking fills the dimly-lit room. A greasy bag that once held at least a dozen cheap tacos from the place across town sits atop a stack of empty pizza boxes, not that the inhabitants of this particular abode pay much attention to that kind of thing. 

“Hey, here's something weird,” Langly says, looking up from the computer monitor, the unnatural light of it reflecting off his glasses.

“What? Is it Krycek again?” Frohike asks, crossing the short distance to lean over the other man’s shoulder. “What’s that little rat up to now?”

Langly adjusts the bright, warm-toned desk lamp to minimize the glare on the screen.

“No, just something strange in my sweep of government records,” he says.

“Mention of a virus? Shadow government stuff?”

Langly shakes his head. “It flagged a document mentioning Mulder and Scully's names.”

This bit of information piques Byers’ interest from across the room. “What agency? Homeland? DoD?” he asks, joining the other two at Langly’s computer.

“County court in Annapolis, Maryland,” Langly reads off the screen. “Dated December 24, 1999.”

“Open it!” Frohike demands impatiently.

It takes only a few seconds to hack the database, which is a little alarming. What would the public think if they knew how insecure county records are? But that’s a concern for another day. 

The document slowly appears on screen, and three pairs of eyes take in the information all at once.

“That's… unexpected,” Byers says.

“Married? Since when?” Frohike exclaims.

Langly looks up at him with a condescending glare and smacks the older man in the stomach. “Since Christmas, idiot, haven't you been paying attention?”

“Not that, stupid,” Frohike says, quick to respond with a slap to the back of the blond man’s shaggy head. “Since when are they an item? Did I miss something?”

“You seen a rock on her finger lately? I haven't,” Langly comments.

“Get Mulder on the phone, that little sneak owes us an explanation!” Frohike snaps, pointing a finger at Byers.

The phone rings a few times before it connects, the voice of their friend coming through on speakerphone.

“Now's not a good time, boys,” he says. There's some kind of noise in the background, someone speaking, but they can’t make out who it is. It doesn’t sound like anyone they know. 

“Mulder!” Frohike yells into the phone. “What gives, man?!”

“Yeah, bro, we'd have thrown you a bachelor party if we'd known,” Langly adds.

A sigh crackles through on the other end of the line, and Mulder murmurs something indistinguishable to someone before finding somewhere quieter to talk.

“How'd you find out?” he asks, sounding annoyed.

“Your marriage license record came up in one of our regular sweeps. No other threats, by the way,” Byers answers.

“Except maybe Frohike,” Langly jokes. “He might want to challenge you for her hand.”

Byers snickers.

“Shut up! I'm happy for them,” Frohike says, glaring at his friends.

Langly rolls his eyes. “You never stood a chance.”

“There's an explanation for this, I swear, now's just really not a good time,” Mulder says, insistent.

“What's there to explain?” Frohike asks. “You guys fell in love and got married without telling your best friends. No big deal.”

He’s not genuinely trying to guilt trip Mulder, but it does sting a little that they hadn’t said anything to them. Maybe just a little tiny guilt trip. A guilt excursion, if you will.

“It's not… really that simple,” Mulder says, his words hesitant.

“What do you mean?” Byers asks.

“I know you didn't knock her up, obviously, so what more is there?” Langly says, as delicate as a brick to the face.

“Well,” Mulder says, “I kind of did, in a manner of speaking.”

“Scully's pregnant?” Byers asks. This is shocking news. It should be impossible! “But—”

“No, Scully's not pregnant,” Mulder quickly corrects before the conversation can spiral out of control more than it already has. “But… we are expecting, actually. Hopefully.”

“IVF?” Byers asks.

“Not IVF. We tried that last year though, you're a little late to the party.”

Jeez, what haven’t they missed? Maybe the real conspiracy is whatever the heck is going on with Mulder and Scully.

“Then, what—?”

“We're adopting,” he says, interrupting them. They can almost hear his smile over the phone, all goofy and care-free. “There's a woman that selected us to adopt her baby when she’s born, so… I'm actually at this class for new parents with Scully right now. I should probably be getting back. Don't want the teacher to flunk me.”

“Wait wait wait,” Frohike says. “Adopting? How long have you guys been… you know?”

“Well we only started talking about it back in November. It's honestly moving pretty fast, but we're excited.”

“Not that,” Frohike says, waving his hands in the air. “You and Scully!”

“Oh,” Mulder says awkwardly. “Um, we actually aren't. A couple, I mean. If that's what you're asking.”

Frohike’s jaw drops. “You're kidding.”

“No, I'm not.”

“But you're married!” Langly insists.

“A formality.”

“The IVF!”

“Favor for a friend.”

“Yeah, right!” Frohike says with a laugh, sharing a disbelieving look with the other Gunmen.

“You love her, don't you?” Byers asks, sincerity breaking through his friends’ incredulity.

“If you're just gonna harass me, I'm going to hang up.”

Okay, so he’s done sharing for now. They’ll just have to try to get more out of him later.

“Mulder… what are we going to do with you?” Frohike asks, shaking his head.

“Listen, guys, I've got to go. We're learning how to change a diaper and I'd really like to not make a fool of myself, if at all possible.”

“Wait,” Frohike says. “Tell Scully congrats for us. We're happy for you, Mulder.”

“Yeah, we just think you're a complete idiot too,” Langly adds bluntly.

“Thanks, guys. We're really happy. Sorry I haven't been around, it's been crazy.”

Well, now at least they know why Mulder has been missing their poker nights and D&D lately.

“Don't worry about it, Mulder. Just—maybe tell us what's going on next time?” Byers suggests.

Mulder puffs out a laugh. “Sure, next time I marry my partner with the purpose of adopting a child, I'll let you know.”

Frohike points seriously at the phone, despite the fact that Mulder can’t see it. “Watch it, buddy, you're already on thin ice.”

“I'll talk to you guys soon,” Mulder says. “Oh, and if you're ever looking for me, I'm staying at Scully’s apartment now, by the way. I gave up my apartment.”

“Dude…” Langly says. There's something seriously wrong with those two.

“Alright, I gotta go. I'll tell Scully you say hi.” And with that, he hangs up, leaving the three amigos to take in everything they’d just learned.

“Aren't a couple…” Frohike grumbles, repeating his words. “They're a couple of idiots, I'll tell you that.”

Byers nods his agreement, and Langly shrugs. 

“Lucky kid, though.”

~~~

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[varpusvaras]

They are both breathing hard when they finally get back to the Senate.

Fox leads her through a smaller door, one that Leia, even with all her time spent in the Senate Dome has never even seen before, and pushes her into an elevator that currently has only three maintenance droids in it. They all beep at them, but quiet down when Fox shushes them. He takes the coat from Leia, while Leia starts to comb her hair open. They need to work fast, so Leia unceremoniously puts a part of her hair in her mouth, while she starts braiding another part of it.

Fox watches for a moment, before he reaches for her head.

"Same part from this side too?" He asks. Leia raises her brows at him through their reflections on the elevator's shining wall, but nods. Fox pulls his gloves off, and takes a part of her hair into his fingers, and starts to braid with surprising speed and skill, managing to match the tightness of the braid to hers closely enough when in the moving elevator. He holds the braid in place until Leia gets to tie it up, and pulls both the braids behind her head as she starts to braid the last braid on the front.

"You seem to know what you're doing", she comments, as her mouth is now free from hair.

"I braid Thorn's hair a lot", Fox answers. "And I've seen this same hairdo on your mother. The last one goes through the middle, right?"

Leia swallows, but gathers herself quickly.

"Yes", she answers, and throws the last braid over her head as well. He pulls it through and tightens it up. He's much gentler than Leia's or Mama's ladies-in-waiting, who would pull the braid so tight that Leia could feel the pull in her teeth. "Mother used to wear this when she was younger."

It was one of the braids that were easy to do, even for someone who wasn't too experienced in tying up the Royal ladie's hair, so it was many times chosen when there was, for some reason, not too much time for doing the hair to any of the more complicated upstyles. Mother had liked it when Leia had been small, especially on the days she had had more time to spend time with just Leia and father. Leia had learned to do it pretty young as well, so she could match up with mother on their days out.

Something turns and tightens inside her chest for the thought that Fox had spent enough time just looking at her mother, and paying attention to every little detail, that he knows how to do the braid without instructions. It's bittersweet, because it also makes her feel warm amidst all the turmoil. He has paid enough attention to her mother to know how to braid hair.

Fox backs away a bit, and hums.

"Looks neat enough", he says, and starts to pull his gloves back on. "Deep breaths. We're there in just a moment."

Leia has just enough time to touch her hair and turn around, when the elevator stops and beeps, and the doors open. Fox holds the coat for one of the droids.

"Put this into trash", he tells it. The droid beeps, opens its compartment and stuffs the coat in, and then wheels out after the two other droids. Fox steps out first and glances around, and then waves for Leia to follow.

"I'm going to take the maintenance door, and go up to the next floor", he tells her as they walk down the corridor. "Go straight from here, and take the elevator on the right side of the hall. I'll be there."

Leia nods. She brushes her fingers against his, and he curls his fingers around them briefly before they part ways.

Leia holds her head high and walks without looking around, to the end of the corridor and through the next door, and she crosses the hall on the other side without anyone stopping to even look at her. She steps into the elevator, and puts herself into the corner in the back, behind a few other Senators and aides. She recognises a couple of them. It's strange, every time, to see people she has known all her life, but who now have no idea who she is.

The doors start to beep, but before they can close, Padmé Amidala steps in, and behind her is Anakin Skywalker.

Leia's heart slams to a stop, before she can control herself.

Deep breaths, Fox had just said to her. Deep breaths.

She breathes, and stares at the spot on the wall, trying to keep any unsavory thoughts out of her head. She had done it before, while being in the same room with him, while he was watching her cry in pain he was inflicting upon her.

He is just standing there now, not looking at her. She is safe. She is safe.

The elevator starts to move. Leia breathes in, and thinks about anything else than her birth parents standing right there in front of her.

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[inuroel]

Stardew valley, some headcanons and just thinking about things, thoughts? Opinions? Your own ideas? I would love to talk abt stardew valley w anyone even if its just abt ur farmer (PLEASE IM BEGGING I NEED IT)(i mean whahhatttt… no im so cool and very chill..)

Anyways

thinking about Abigail and Sebastian’s relationship.. or lack their of? Anyways, i always thought it was really interesting that we only really get 1 line of dialogue with Sebastian hinting at the “crush” on Abigail. The flower festival is the only time Sebastian himself vaguely hints at liking her, “i want to dance with someone (abigail).” Or something along the lines of that and honestly? I just think everyone else DOESNT like him except for Sam and her….. both Sam and Maru hint at Sebastian liking her in their dialogue tho, and Abigail herself mentions liking him ie mentioning being close friends (although he doesn’t share the same sentiment? Only stating Sam and yourself as a friend).. PERSONALLY.. in MY opinion, i like to think that he doesn’t really like her, i understand that she hangs out in his room but also? He literally tells you that she doesn’t seem to value his time bc she interrupts his work. I really like to think that Sam and Maru, and everyone else in the valley likes to gossip and pair both her and him together because of their alternative fashion. Abigail is really friendly, outgoing, loves adventure, shes extroverted, whereas Sebastian is socially awkward, prefers being alone, and likes staying in his room. I like to view Abigail as younger than both Sam and Sebastian, around 18yrs while sam is 19 and Sebastian is 22-23. I view them as these ages bc:

Abigail: Seems to be starting college, maybe already completed a semester by the time the farmer arrives, bickers with her parents in a more youthful way, ie Caroline’s lines about her dyed hair and fashion sense. Her sense of adventure to me seems to stem from a new independence from her parents (turning 18). (Side note but i prefer to think that Pierre IS Abigail’s dad and not the wizard… instead… i like to think Jodi started that rumor)

Sam: the whole dropping egg, skateboarding, and kissing under the covers reeks of a 16yr old, but to me hes just an immature 19yr old. I imagine Jodi spoiled him because his dad wasnt around a lot but as he gets older he realizes the toll it takes on her, and to me ive always seen Sam as genuinely friendly and kind and i kinda think his behavior in these cutscenes are just bc he doesn’t want to give Jodi a hard time. He’s afraid of disappointing her and thats why the egg and blanket scenes happen the way they do.

Sebastian: Free lancer job, motorcycle owning, weed smoking, and overall he just seems like the most mature in the group. He has his moments with his mom, maru, and Demetrius but i think it’s just bc of how tense he feels with them.

Also i kinda think the reason he wanted her in the band was so he didnt have to talk to Sam that much,,

But anyways, i do like to think that Abby’s gotta a crush but its more of the “idea” of Sebastian, i like to think she’ll fantasize about him asking her to ride on the motorcycle with him and go on this grand adventure and meet a lot of people and do a lot of things, in fact i like to think that her going to his room is a new thing too! And thats why he seems “suddenly” irritated by it and neither of them mention that they aren’t that close anymore. I also like to think shes more of a new addition to their duo too, which is why she doesn’t play pool and because of Pierre’s shop, either he or Caroline mention the Yoba church being “already there” before they moved in. I think Sam and Sebastian moved to stardew when they were very little (3-4) (implied by dialogue as sam mentions Kent use to be a garbage man in Zuzu city, and i think Sebastian was born BEFORE robin built the house and maru after.)(hence why Sebastian lives in the basement) i think Abigail moved when she was around 7-8. (I think Caroline is a pelican town native tho! And just moved back)

Not an Abigail hate post btw.. i like her, but i think this is more interesting than them just having a crush on each other, i just think her liking the idea of him and him well.. i just dont think anyone really likes him bc they think hes weird T_T!!

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[wandasfifthwife]

𓍢ִ🍓໋exam season𓍢ִ໋

— lily evans x reader

lily snaps—calling you clingy when you come to her for comfort after failing a test while she’s studying for her upcoming exam

tw ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, r overthinks, love confessions, Lily is mean for a second, not proofread (rushed ending sorry!!)

a/n ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ FIRST FIC IN HP WORLD!! and I know I said I wouldn’t post but I got in a sappy mood and this got written in like 20 mins lol

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Around Lily you feel relaxed, at peace whenever you’re visiting her dorm room or waking around Diagon Alley. You seek her out often, enjoying every moment you get. Lately you feel you’re too close, meeting with her too many times in the day. Usually you meet during free time, a scheduled time—but the past month maybe you’ve been finding each other on your quiet moments. When she’s showering for bed or when you’re writing mail to send.

You fear you’ve become clingy.

Your friends who have partners meet their significant other on dates. This was something you used to do until as of late, finding yourself spending most of your days with her. It makes you question if you should pull back, but Lily’s reaction to you being around her has been positive. Neither of you have talked about the increase in time together, but you’ve both been receptive.

Next week was exams, the second set. Lily has stated before that she feels pressure to do well, stating that this determines how hard she has to work the last semester of your semester here at Hogwarts. You too have exams, but it’s more like exam. You only have one just because you’re taking different classes, easier ones that don’t require tests.

Lily’s different schedule has pulled her every which way, somehow scheduled for the hardest classes. You even feel drained seeing how she’s loosing her glow with each day, growing tired from studying so late. She puts too much pressure on herself. You understand her need to do well, but not the extent she requests of herself—and you tell her that often. Her reaction is to just wave you off, tell you how ‘it’s all okay!’

The time was about 5:24PM when you wondered about into her dorm room, seeing her hunched over her desk. She greeted you but it felt less enthusiastic than normal.

“How’s studying been?”

She sighs, flipping a page filled with her notes, “fine”

She grows quiet after, only humming as a response to everything you ask about. You start to feel guilty, growing quiet too.

There’s nothing but the sound of her flipping a page or a heavy sigh filling the room about every five minutes. You had forgotten why you came after seeing her studying again, leaning over her desk—but now you feel it creeping up again. Lily has her exams on Friday, yours was earlier this week. Today was the day you got back your grades and unfortunately you failed.

With how long Lily’s been studying you fear you should’ve done more, and now you’re paying the cost. After class you had a discussion with your professor where they told you what you needed to do to pass the class by this Spring. It was embarrassing, you felt completely humiliated to have failed such an easy test.

She was right there, pen scraping away at her paper. Being by her should be enough, but there was an ache inside you wishing to be let out. You wish to rant to her, feel her arms wrap around you tight. You hadn’t realized that in your fretting and hesitation you’ve been kicking your leg out, hitting the wooden leg to her chair. A few seconds were fine but after a minute Lily had begun to tick. Neither of you were aware of one another’s feelings when the timer set off.

You had opened your mouth to explain how you felt and she had done the same, but for a different reason.

“Lily—“

“Can you not just leave me be for one second? Hell it seems cannot just leave me alone.”

“You’ve not ever told me so.”

“I’ve given you countless opportunities—trying to tell you discreetly so I don’t affect your feelings but it seems you want me to tell you. You’re incredibly clingy, I just wish to have time to myself. So please, leave.”

You felt awkward lying on her bed now, almost like an intruder—a stranger. The once comfortable room now felt empty, void of any peace. The air was still, suffocating you when you tried to breathe. You felt her attention on you as you left even though she’s not turned to look at you.

The door shuts behind you, quietly—a contrast to how you felt inside. It was akin to a hurricane, emotions whirring left and right until it came out as tears. Something about you that both of you knew was that when you started to cry, you cried for a decently long time as you took it as a moment to cry for many things that’s stressed you out.

It wasn’t helpful. Your head begun to ache and your eyes grew puffy. The sleeves of your sweater grew wet as you kept wiping your face with them. You would gather yourself but it never lasted very long. In fear of being too clingy for another you locked yourself in your dorm room, bed sheets pulled up to your chin. Your legs were folded in close to your body, a way of comforting yourself.

You missed dinner for many reasons. One because you didn’t want to run into Lily. Two because you didn’t want to show everyone how much of an emotional mess you were today. And three—because you’re scared of seeing the professor for some reason, feeling embarrassed still.

Hours passed before the door to your dorm room opened. You had fallen asleep, previous headache becoming too much to bear. The sound of the door shutting stirring you half awake. Your bleary eyes settle on the hand placing a bag beside your bed. It confused you for a second, thinking that this person is one of your roommates.

“Why—?”

“Oh I’m so sorry,” she says, hand brushing your cheek, tone higher pitched and breathy. You recognize it’s her when her cold hands cup your face, pulling it close so she can pepper kisses over your face.

“You cried—oh my love,” she wipes at your cheeks, “I—“

You have your hands placed over hers and you use it to bring her closer, laying beside you on your bed.

“Don’t cry please, if I see you cry I’m going to start back up again.”

She apologizes profusely, sniffling and reaching behind her for her bag.

“I brought you snacks because I heard you skipped dinner and there’s a blanket because I thought you’d be cold because I didn’t know where you may be—oh my I got so scared when I didn’t know where you went. You’ve never been a nap person so I didn’t think to find you here until your roommate told me where you were and—“

“Lily,” you whine, fingers pulling tighter onto her shirt as you feel your eyes begin to water again somehow. She lets out a choked cry, holding her arms out to draw you close. You melt into her hold, arms coming around her to pull her tighter to you.

“Im so sorry,” she says, repeating it over and over, her thumb rubbing circles onto your back until she feels you’ve both begun to calm down.

“I’m terribly sorry. I should not have been so obvious to how you were feeling. I’ve been in your space so often it’s perfectly understandable to want time alone.”

“I snapped at you and I should’ve have. My delivery was absolutely unreasonable, you were also having a bad day and I just made it worse.”

“I’m better now,” you say into her neck, breathing evening out.

“Me too,” she states, “we’ve learned how to navigate this next time. Better communication.”

You nod, agreeing through your movements as you’ve slowly become too tired to respond to her rambles. She follows suit, long rants becoming tired strings of nothing. Studying late for so long has brought her to sleep easily, knocking her out the second she’s laid down on a cozy bed—especially with the warm embrace. Your roommates came to find you both asleep wrapped up in each other, trying to stay quiet as to not wake you two.

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[trashytoastboi]

Day of Gluttony - Beelzebub

~Spicy Sin-ario F! Version~

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> Female version

> Word count: 601 words

Warning: NSFW {Oral, Overstimulation, Crying, Belphie is there too}

His fingers dug further into her thighs as he kept her spread and in place, his tongue dragged in long languid strokes as she cried out again. Ever since Beel discovered the joy of being between her thighs it’s been his favourite thing to do much to her dismay and pleasure. Even when {Name} was already sobbing from the overstimulation and driven to the brink of painful sensitivity and insanity. “Just a little more {Name}...” Beel would sloppily mutter as he kissed her thighs, only giving a brief moment of respite before diving back in. Beel didn’t want to give up on his meal, even one that sated a different kind of appetite. {Name} panted, her arm covered her eyes, losing track of just how many times she’d already cum. Her blurred vision looked down to see the orange head of hair still between her thighs, fixed and showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. {Name} attempted to push him away, needing a moment to rest to stop feeling the way his tongue sought every spot that made her tremble. “Beel- s-stop..can’t handle…m-more..” {Name} tried to steady herself, having more than a few close calls with just fainting every time the pleasure would shake and rattle her head. “Ju…Just a moment Beel please”; Beel whines and looks up at her, obviously discontent whenever she tries to wiggle away but it’s obvious the moment she looks at him. She isn’t the only one whose mind is on cloud 9 right now. Beel was so painfully hard, rutting into the sheets below without a care and having made himself cum multiple times he was so dazed and overstimulated he could only operate on pure instinct and keep moving his mouth. Neither of them were in their right minds. Not enough to notice when the bedroom door creaked open and Belphie stepped into the very interesting scene before him. {Name} finally noticed  Belphie smiling down at them. “Belphie..stop Beel” she sniffled and held onto Belphie’s hand while she pleaded, Belphie looked at his twin and saw the hearts in his eyes. He overstimulated himself into a trance and Belphie found it so adorable how Beel just went into the deep end, Belphie's voice seems to bring him back to the present and {Name} whimpers, resting for a moment as Beel is distracted by Belphie. A wicked smirk settles on Belphie's lips, he takes a seat behind {Name}, she shuffles to rest her head on his lap while his fingers brush against her forehead and pet her head in a comforting manner. “You’re both too cute” Belphie comments, “But Beel…you know the best taste you’ll get is when you put it in here.” Belphie rubs {Name’s} clit as he speaks and she tries to shoo his hand away, “Belphie no…too sensitive” she whines, tears starting to fall again. “Should I stop?” Belphie inquires, and she shakes her head, contradicting between wanting to rest or stopping altogether. Beel shuffles between her thighs, his cock already hard, covered in cum and already wanting more. Belphie whispers soft words and keeps stroking her hair as Beel pushes inside without any resistance, the sheer wetness and warmth sends him overboard as he cums in {Name}. With her sensitivity it was all it took to push {Name} over the edge again as the two of them shared in orgasmic bliss, finally feeling things calm down and the exhaustion setting in.. Beel lazily kept thrusting, nuzzling into her neck with soft groans as he kept rutting into her, he couldn’t get enough. Beel was truly insatiable and needed more. 

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

#trashytoastboi #beelzebub #seven days of sin event #obey me #beel #om! beelzebub #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader #female reader #unholy toast #obey me nightbringer #om nb #nightbringer

[risingmoonyue]

Some more notes and world building for my Lucy redesign:

Celestial spirit mages have a really hard time learning different kinds of magic if it's what they first start out with, since they naturally flow towards opening interdimentional doors. They'll usually find themselves accidentally opening different keys instead - if they have more than one, then it's usually whichever spirit is most comparable with the type of magic they're trying to learn, and if that doesn’t apply, then it’s just the easiest spirit to summon. Path of least resistance and all that.

This is doubly so if the celestial mage in question is naturally born with great aptitude for celestial spirit magic

Lucy herself was born to a long line of celestial spirit mages, as well as has an extreme aptitude towards summoning them. Her magic almost exclusively works with spirit keys because of this. If she works at it, she might be able to learn some basic requip, but she's pretty much completely locked into spirit keys or weapons specifically made to channel her type of magic (think Fleuve d'étoiles)

Celestial mages also have to be careful when making promises. It's all too easy for their magic to flow into one and make it a Contract, which has major consequences when broken - especially towards a spirit or concerning something an involved party feels strongly about. Even disregarding that, most will always keep their promises since once word spreads through the spirit world that you don't, not a single spirit will want to contract with you. In some cases, depending on your existing contracts, it may be grounds for them to be broken.

It also works somewhat the other way around. Breaking a promise to a spirit mage is a Big Deal, and can have detrimental affects to the people involved. The spirit mage can take the backlash themselves though, in the even someone breaks a promise to them. Usually it's not a big deal because it's not super important, but the ones that really mean something to one or both has a much heavier backlash

Lucy works hard to foster close bonds with her spirits, and on every anniversary of her gaining their Key, she lets them ask anything of her (within reason) and she'll do it. In all honesty, they could ask her to do something at anytime, and she'd totally do it, but enough spirits protested her doing that all the time, so they compromised to once a year

The protests may have mostly come from Aquarius and Cancer, who didn’t want other spirits to take advantage of the fact that Lucy will do basically anything for them. Loke was extremely relieved when he heard about this.

Aquarius helped raise Lucy, and she's basically Lucy's second mom - or at least overprotective guardian figure.

Cancer, who has been with her the second longest, has similar feelings. He tends to act more as the cool uncle tho.

Later on when Loke joins the roster, he becomes her BFF/Best Bro. He's very protective, and has basically formed the Lucy Heartfilia Protection club aka her celestial spirit fanclub. He is low key actively recruiting members.

He likes to tease her with his flirty drama, but also won't hesitate to punch someone eyeing her the wrong way. She knows he's not serious with the flirts towards her, and he knows she knows. He is very serious about singing her praise tho. He lets loose his cat behaviors when they're together because he trusts her and also because it's funny

But in all seriousness, Loke is solid and dependable for Lucy, and a great source of comfort. He knows when to be serious and how to make her smile when she’s upset, or when she just needs someone to be there for a while to let her know she’s not alone.

Virgo is also part of the bff/sibling club

Celestial Spirit Magic is rare, and not a whole lot of people know anything about it. In fact, the keys sell for a lot in the black market, and doubly so if included with the mages themselves. Lucy, having grown up in a rich mansion with basically only her spirits as her friends, is surprised at how little everyone seems to know about them and how dangerous it actually is to openly be a spirit mage. Suddenly her spirits’ overprotectiveness and nagging about never leaving her keys anywhere and keeping them out of sight makes a lot more sense.

The spirits’ overprotectiveness is admittedly justified, since Lucy is very trusting and is always trying to give them the benefit of the doubt. She's actually not bad at picking out suspicious people, but she doesn't really trust her own instincts.

It’s a relief for everyone involved once she joins Fairy Tail, because now that she’s part of an official guild, especially as well known and powerful as they are, it is way harder for anyone to try and capture her and her keys.

Makarov is aware of this, and takes measures to make sure people (especially the more powerful people) know that anyone who lays a hand on Lucy will regret it very, very quickly. He also makes sure Mira knows since Lucy tends to hang out at the bar a lot, and Mira quietly spreads it to the rest of the guild.

Loke, before he joins Lucy, quietly makes sure to tell Natsu (and Erza and Gray later) more specifically about being careful and why they really, really need to watch out for and be careful with Lucy. For all that he’s trying to avoid spirit mages, he definitely doesn’t want to see another one dead, or worse. Sadly, he’s seen it all - and since they’re always with her, they’re probably going to be the ones who run into the most situations.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #world building #fairy tail headcanons #ft aquarius #ft cancer #ft loke #my writing #redesign

[morbid-zombii]

↻ ^. ellie williams/mother!reader headcanons

A/N:: short mothersday post. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY YALLL. also new formatting?!?! uhhjdj i didnt rlly know how to end this but i tried my best... , reader is in place of dina for this, also im super unmotivated & havent written anything tlou related in a HOT minute so im forcing myself to write this in an attempt to fight writersblock‼️

↻ ^. expect to start your day by waking up to the smell of your favorite breakfast filling the air around you, wether it be something super fancy and elaborate like a stack of pancakes drenched in syrup with a side of strawberries, to simple and easy like cereal, she's made it just for you (despite the fact it looks like a tornado ran through the kitchen. dont worry, though!! she'll clean it all up later.)

↻ ^. she'll lead you into the living room where there'll be a boquet of your favorite flowers poised perfectly in a vase on top of the coffee table, as well as a small handmade card signed by her and JJ. (although she had to forge JJ's signature since babies don't exactly know how to work their hands properly.) and sure, the flowers might've been hard to find since flower shops aren't too common given the fact you both live in the countryside and you guys are in the middle of an apocalypse, but the fruity scent the flowers give off, filling the space around you two, as well as the appreciative smile that decorates your face makes it all the more worth it.

↻ ^. she will insist on you resting and relaxing, and of course she's already decided that she will be the one to take care of the baby, as well as all of what would usually be your responsabilities. (dishes, laundry, cooking, etc, etc.) and although you did try to convince her otherwise, she remained firm in her decision. she'll play your favorite songs on the record player for you to listen to while she wakes and readies JJ for the day, though ellie ends up drowning out the sound of the music that wafts through the air, chatting to you about how she appreciates you, and somehow in the process, she also ends up spoiling her plans for how she wants to spend mothers day with you. you weren't dissapointed however, you found it cute how excited she was to spend today with you.

↻ ^. once JJ is dressed, fed, and taken care of (which surprisingly didn't take as long as you thought it would, since ellie isn't as great with kids as you are) it's up to you to decide what to do for the day since she stupidly ruined the surprise. and eventually when it dawns upon you that there's still some unplanted flower seeds in the shed, you land on gardening. after slipping your shoes on and heading out the door with the gardening equipment, you each busy yourselves with digging up soil and placing the unsprouted seeds in the dirt to soon bloom into a beautiful mixture of lillies, dahlias, and sunflowers.

↻ ^. though JJ had barely done any actual gardening—maybe planting one actual flower seed, all thanks to your assistance—he had gotten the dirtiest out of the three of you. even considering the fact he had been given his own pair of miniature gloves to protect him from the dirt, he would take them off every few minutes, fully set on the idea of playing with the dirt with his bare hands and digging up scattered holes with the small shovel that had been handed to him

↻ ^. so with a dirt-covered JJ in ellie's arms, you each head inside to run a hot bath and clean him up. and once that's done, and the bathroom is practically overflowing with water that JJ playfully splashed too much of at you two, ellie finally settles him into his crib for a nap which also serves as an opportunity to spend some uninterupted alone time with you. that alone time is spent by the two of you taking a much needed shower of your own, taking turns and sharing the warm water as it cascades down onto your bare skin. and while you two are in there, ellie is definitely willing to wash you herself if you'd let her, as well as show you just how much she appreciates you.. only if you're up for it, of course.

↻ ^. once you're both done in the shower and dressed in a confortable pair of pajamas, JJ has woken up, so ellie takes him from his crib and settles with you in the living room. you decide to spend whats left in the day eating popcorn, chips, and an assortment of other snacks while binge watching your favorite DVD's, curled up next to eachother, snug under a blanket on the sofa of your living room. each of the movies being ones that you had brought from Jackson before moving to the farm, consisting of fantasy, rom-coms, horror, and superhero movies (ellies personal favorite, of course.).

↻ ^. the day ends as moonlight peeks through the curtains, filling the room with a dim light that casts shadows stretching against the furniture. you and ellie snuggle next to eachother with JJ's body snoring softly right in the middle of both of your soundly asleep figures. you're all comfortably buried under a heap of blankets on the sofa after there's no more movies to watch and the snacks have been either eaten or stored away for later.

#tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams #lgbtq #lesbian #mothers day #headcanons

[smilingconfessionz]

My Personal Smiling Friend’s Headcanons :D!

sfw + vague nsfw! if u don’t like them don’t comment or reblog n move along pls and thank u i just don’t want any drama at all ;w;

CHARLIE DOMPLER:

he/it + pansexual

audhd + bipolar + mdd

had braces in high school

HEARTS WEED❤️❤️❤️❤️

unfortunately vapes as well. fave flavors are like watermelon mango or some shit

speaking of substances he isn’t THAT big of an alcohol fan and is mostly a social drinker

#lowkey has catholic guilt

is actually an understanding, gentle guy, but people usually brush him off or see him as too “blunt”, “weird”, or “awkward” (he’s just autistic and people r mean)

also sort of hard to bond with because past experiences have made him afraid to be vulnerable and sincere around others

unfortunately smells like weed axe body spray and bonfires

bottom sub but prefers being a service top

biiiiig softie. wants to hide it but is absolutely terrible at it

his music taste is either the worst shit you’ve ever heard or it’s peak

unironically a pretentious musictwt nerd </3

purrs whenever happy!!!!

has an overbite

his orange hoodie is his comfort hoodie and also body dysmorphia hoodie (I love projecting issues onto my fave characters🔥🔥🔥)

LOVES praise of all sorts

a terrible hopeless romantic

PIM PIMLING:

he/him + bisexual w/ male lean

audhd + anxiety + ocd

wanted to become a teacher at some point in his life

while he gives out great advice, he’s terrible at taking his own

seems to be put together but is not in the SLIGHTEST

also very terrible hopeless romantic. this man Yearns™️

doesn’t really consume or enjoy music as much as the others, but enjoys whatever plays on the radio

he’s great at ALL love languages and treats all of his relationships and friendships in very kind, unique ways

LOVES ART!! he likes to draw landscapes and animals the most

stays away from substances of any kind but drinks occasionally, has to be a BIG occasion however

a true versatile switch with no preference

stims!!!

has a LOT of family trauma

SEVERE internalized homophobia because of said family trauma

he just really needs a genuine hug

enjoys baking with a passion and bakes things for his friends

loves listening to people ramble about their interests and could do it for hours

textbook definition of a people pleaser but is trying his hardest to get out of that mindset (not really working💔)

smells like cherry blossom and vanilla

ALLAN RED:

she/he + queer & aromantic

is fine with birth name but also likes the name “alanis”

autism

VERY private person. keeps a lot of private details to herself

social smoker

smells like fucking chemicals and red velvet

listens to a lot of goth music. loves gothic metal

kind of like charlie music wise (both listen to underground things, but allan’s music taste is ACTUALLY more underground than just being online popular)

is a fucking MATH NERD!!! Definitely helped charlie in high school with his math homework

also LOVES english as well, knows a lot of classic literature and has her own library

speaking of charlie, had a fwb situationship thing with him at one point in time

HATES the rain

doesn’t do well with compliments or affection

DOMINANT AF LETS GOOO🔥🔥🔥either a power bottom or a dom top

very great with animals, prefers cats

also stims a lot, uses stim toys like fidget cubes or rubix cubes

has SHARP ass teeth

on HRT for a couple months, everyone is very supportive

enjoys gardening duh

picky eater and extremely particular about what she eats

has the sleep schedule of an old person. usually sleeps around 8-9pm

hot showers are the best thing ever

has scars from crucifixion

HATES HOT WEATHER! it makes her overstimulated

into writing

GLEP:

any/all (likes having name in place of pronouns) + queer

audhd

knows lots of languages, but English and Wingon is Glep’s primary languages

listens to a LOT of loud shit. nasenbluten, xrin arms, annoying ringtone, crystal castles, & delta 9 are some examples of what Glep usually listens to

met Pim first out of all the smiling friends

unfortunately obsessed with brainrot youtube shorts that make no sense

extremely invested in space

does bright eyebleeding digital art in spare time and has quite the following online

doesn’t fuck with sex much but is also a true versatile switch

best friend is allan

closer to pim and allan but loves charlie too!!!

into experimental, weird, niche animated movies

hates energy drinks with a passion

has smoked weed a couple times but it doesn’t do much for glep

has also done psychedelics with allan, had a grand ol time

comfort item is wizard hat and bean bag is comfort chair that nobody else is allowed to sit in or ELSE

probably runs FL studio like the US Navy

really fucking funny

easily irritated

smells like those warhead sour candies and coffee

has a lot of money in bank account, does not tell anybody

very fun person to party with

pulls all nighters consistently

causes glep to be super sleepy and take tiny naps throughout the day at the office

on days off, usually spends time out around local shows with allan and charlie and plays DJ mixes

had a good upbringing and home life, probably the most mentally stable one out of the four

#smiling friends #leave me requests in my inbox if u want a post like this :333 #smiling friends headcanons #charlie dompler #sfw #nsfl #pim pimling #allan red #charlie smiling friends #glep #glep smiling friends #alan red #Pim smiling friends #Allan smiling friends #alan smiling friends #Allan red headcanons #alan red headcanons #charlie dompler headcanons #Pim pimling headcanons #glep headcanons #junky’s headcanons

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

Biana headcannons?

she used to dislike her appearance. Not because she was ugly, or because she was made fun of. But because it was all people saw of her if she wasn't literally invisible.

Guys saw her as arm candy and an ego boost to parade around, who- upon finding out she was complex individual with needs and wants and dreams, would drop her with the claim that she was 'too high maintenance'

She wasn't real to people.

She was prissy and standoffish and judgmental as a way to keep herself safe for so long. During the middle school years of wretched insecurity and jealousy, she had to deal with a lot of girls hating her for the attention she got from guys, and guys hating her for the attention she got from other guys.

It was lonely and hard. On top of having to deal with girls only wanting to be her friend to get to her brother(s)

she was reduced down to her appearance by so many, that before she even manifested as a vanisher, she felt invisible to the world. Nobody knew who she was beneath the surface, and not a soul would give her the time of day to share it

She didn't know how to feel about her scars when she first got them. She, in part resented them, because the world she lived in was so appearance focused. But they were also like a blanket, a shield that proved she was more than pretty porcelain. She just wished it didn't take all this blood before she was taken seriously.

many people accredited her confidence to her appearance. But Biana learned at a young age that that power comes from within. Confidence doesn't come built in with symmetrical features. It was about knowing who you were, and what you would put up with

and those scars? for the first time- proved that she was every bit confident and worthy of love beyond her looks. Because they didn't ruin her. They didn't rip who she was away from her. The 'retraction' from her beauty did not prove the people who told her she was nothing without her looks right.

#Biana and the downsides of being pretty #Biana vacker #the fight to be seen as real. #kotlc

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

tom

annie liked being honest with tom. she'd send him pictures of herself having sex with robbie, pass along the nudes her mom sent her. he'd send her pictures of alicia walking around his kitchen naked. he wasn't quite at the point where he'd admit to being attracted to alicia, but annie was confident she'd get him there. they were, at this point, very exhibitionist in their sex life around alicia. she regularly saw them fucking. tom's rock hard cock was regularly in full view.

alicia still wasn't really dating anyone though. over the course of the summer her mobility more or less returned to normal, but she'd suddenly short circuit sometimes, like losing her grip on a glass or taking a suddenly awkward step and lurching over. her doctor believed these were TIAs. tom was always asking annie for her medical opinion, but she was reluctant to weigh in. medical school felt so long ago.

after months of good habits, annie was concerned that her drinking and drug use was verging on problematic again. she was doing a lot of coke. she was drinking every night. every few days she'd wake up so hungover that she'd have to cancel several patients. she really hated the idea of seeking help. but the clarity of her bad behavior seemed to melt away at night.

she went on her date with sean while absolutely coked out of her mind. he definitely clocked that she was high, but seemed to like that, seemed to take it as confirmation that it was no longer a doctor/patient thing. they had dinner out and went back to sean's tiny apartment and had sex for hours. he was a young guy; he could get hard over and over again. they filmed every cumshot, sending steph one of annie riding his cock and hopping off to finish him rapidly with her hand.

sean could be very dirty. at one point while pounding annie hard from behind, he asked her if she was on the pill. "no," annie said.

"good girl," he said, cumming inside her without asking.

when sean wanted to go on a second date, annie decided to tell tom about it. he seemed surprised that annie felt the need to tell him she was seeing someone else.

"are you seeing anyone else?" she asked him.

"no," he said. "but you're different. i think you need it."

"i think you're right," annie said. "although i don't want to need it."

"maybe you won't always need it," he said. "maybe it's just a now thing."

in august annie grew a bush again. she missed having one, she'd been shaved for so long. it was popular among her partners. casey started growing one too so they'd match. and her mom told her she looked classier with it. ironically this comment came after annie sent her a picture of tom fucking her.

alicia stayed shaved though, which annie liked. she didn't want to be everyone's trend-setter. one morning, annie and alicia were both naked at tom's apartment after tom had gone to work and before alicia's father arrived. when he saw them, he said, "finally a way to tell you two apart."

annie stopped seeing sean as his therapist and instead started seeing him for dates once a week. sometimes they skipped the date part and went to sean's apartment to fuck. they'd get pizza after. but on their third official date, they went on a double date with steph and her girlfriend alexa.

steph and sean sat next to each other. steph was very affectionate with him, touching his arm and his shoulder repeatedly.

"sean says such good things about you," steph said.

"oh really?" annie said, delighted that steph assumed annie didn't know about the photos, happy to play along. "that's a relief."

"how did you two meet?" alexa asked.

"at a bar," annie said quickly. "we literally started as a one-night stand."

"us too," alexa said. "but all my relationships start with sex."

annie and alexa did coke in the bathroom -- alexa specifically requested to do coke off of annie's tits, and when they got back to the table, annie could tell she'd whispered as much to steph. steph seemed pleased, so the next time annie and alexa slipped away, annie fingered her in the stall. she had pink panties and was very smooth on the skin around her bush. when they got back to the table, alexa very flushed, steph gazed hungrily at annie's short fingernails and spent a long time touching her own mouth and chin and lips as she talked.

when they parted for the evening, steph texted sean. "if you fuck her tonight PLEASE send me the video, i need to see it."

they went back to sean's apartment and fucked in every position with all the lights on, sending steph a variety of clips, including one of annie making sean cum and then continuing to stroke his cum-covered cock for a while.

"you two are so hot together," she said. "her tits and her perfect pussy, your huge fucking cock."

"thank you," said sean. "i want to see your two pussies in action."

steph sent a long clip of her and alexa on the couch naked, making out and mostly touching themselves. steph was on top and the video really highlighted her body, including several graphic shots of her pussy from behind.

"your pussy looks amazing from behind," sean told her.

she sent a pic of herself bent over. "thank you, i know."

"you're very hot," he said.

"you are too," she said. "we all are. i'm watching that video of you cumming again."

"how much do you like it?" he asked.

she sent a video of herself masturbating.

sean rolled on top of annie to fuck her again.

annie went home from sean's in the morning with a headache and a pussy full of cum. she took a shower and was joined midway by casey, who hopped in to wash robbie's cum off of her ass. annie bent casey over and fingered her from behind, pounding her with her hand and getting a strong sense of satisfaction over the way she yelped as she came.

annie got dressed and brought bagels to tom's apartment. he was in a robe and annie found herself incredibly turned on, so she pushed him onto the couch and they had sex, not stopping but still chatting with a nude alicia as she stepped out of the shower, freshly shaved.

"come show tom that nice smooth pussy while i make him cum," annie told her.

smiling, alicia walked over to the chair across from the couch as annie put tom's cock in her mouth. alicia sat down and opened her legs. tom groaned and filled annie's mouth with his load.

[muiitoloko]

hi,

could you please write part 2 of your eli X daughter!reader / barkley X reader fanfic?<3

it's soooo good, i love your eli fanfics<3

Title: Doll

Summary: You're like a doll now.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson & Daughter! Reader

Warnings: Anger, Pain and Angst.

Author's Notes: Thanks for the request. Gotta admit, tears were flowing as I penned this one. It might just be the saddest story I've ever written.

First and second part here.

Hours later, Eli sat in the hospital waiting room, his face buried in his hands as tears streamed down his cheeks. Sarah sat next to him, her arm wrapped around his shoulder in a comforting embrace, her own eyes red and swollen from crying. Barkley sat on the other side of Eli, playing with his Spider-Man and Doctor Octopus toys, oblivious to the turmoil that surrounded him.

Eli cried like he had never cried before, the weight of guilt and fear crushing him with each passing moment. He couldn't remember the last time he shed a tear, but now, as he faced the possibility of losing his little girl, his heart broke into a million pieces.

"What if she's not okay?" Eli whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Why did this have to happen? She's my little scientist, Sarah. She's supposed to change the world."

Sarah squeezed Eli's shoulder gently, her own voice trembling with emotion as she tried to offer words of comfort. "We don't know what's going to happen, Eli," she murmured, her heart aching at the sight of her husband's pain. "But we have to stay strong for her. She needs us now more than ever."

But Eli shook his head, unable to shake the feeling of dread that consumed him from within. "I should have protected her," he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "I should have been there for her. But instead, I let her down."

Sarah's heart broke at the sight of her husband's anguish, her own tears mingling with his as she struggled to find the right words to ease his pain. "We're all here for her, Eli," she reassured him, her voice trembling with emotion. "And we're not going to give up hope. She's a fighter, just like her dad."

But Eli couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake by suggesting they attend the comic convention instead of having a traditional birthday party for the twins at home. His decision had led to this nightmare scenario, and now his daughter lay injured, fighting for her life.

"Why did I ever agree to this?" He muttered to himself, his voice thick with anguish. "I should have known better. We should have been safe at home, celebrating with cake and balloons, not trapped in this nightmare."

Sarah, sensing her husband's anguish, reached out to comfort him, her own eyes brimming with tears. She rubbed his back gently, offering words of solace in the midst of their shared pain. "It's not your fault, Eli," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "We all thought it would be a fun outing for the kids. None of us could have predicted..."

But Eli cut her off, his frustration boiling over as he turned to face her. "No, Sarah," he snapped, his baritone voice tinged with bitterness. "I should have put my foot down and insisted on a safer option. But no, I had to be a cheapskate, thinking I could save a few bucks by taking them to that damned convention. But that's your fault too!"

Sarah recoiled slightly, stung by his words, but she knew he was hurting and lashing out in his grief. She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to defend herself, but Eli's accusatory gaze bore into her, demanding an explanation.

"Why weren't you with her, Sarah?" Eli's voice cracked with emotion as he spoke, his hooked nose wrinkling in frustration. "Why did you leave her alone, surrounded by strangers? She needed you, and you weren't there."

Sarah's heart sank as she struggled to respond, her mind racing with guilt and regret. "I...I went to buy Barkley a toy," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think...I didn't know..."

But Eli's anger flared, his eyes burning with accusation as he cut her off. "A toy?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising with disbelief. "You left our children alone for a damn toy?! What were you thinking, Sarah?!"

Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes as she tried to defend herself, her hands trembling with guilt. "I thought they would be safe," she choked out, her voice breaking with emotion. "I never imagined..."

But Eli wasn't listening, his attention turning to Barkley, who sat nearby playing with his toys, seemingly indifferent to the chaos around him. Rage surged through Eli's veins as he watched his son play, his mind filled with resentment and anger.

"And you," Eli growled, his voice dripping with contempt as he glared at Barkley. "You sit there playing with your toys, stained with your sister's blood, and you don't even care."

Sarah rushed to Barkley's defense, her own frustration mounting as she tried to shield her son from Eli's wrath. "He's in shock, Eli," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "People react differently in traumatic situations. He's just a child."

Eli's frustration and guilt reached a breaking point as he grappled with the magnitude of the situation. Gripping his hair tightly, he fought back the urge to scream, feeling utterly powerless in the face of his daughter's suffering. Tears streamed down his face unchecked as he silently pleaded for her to be okay.

Sarah, equally distraught, wrapped her arms around Eli, trying to offer whatever solace she could amidst their shared anguish. The hours dragged by slowly, each moment feeling like an eternity as they waited for news of their daughter's condition.

Restlessness gnawed at Eli's nerves, his mind tortured by thoughts of what might be happening to his precious girl. Finally, a doctor approached them, and Eli and Sarah rose from their seats, their hearts pounding with dread.

"Please, tell us," Eli implored, his voice hoarse with emotion. "How is she? Is she going to be okay?"

The doctor hesitated, a heavy sigh escaping his lips before he spoke. "Your daughter, [Your Name] Michaelson, will survive," he began, but his words hung in the air like a heavy weight.

Eli's heart sank, his chest tightening with fear as he braced himself for the worst. "Please, doctor," he urged, his voice trembling with desperation. "Just tell us."

The doctor sighed again, his expression grave as he delivered the devastating news. "I'm afraid the impact of the statue has caused significant damage," he explained, his words like a knife to Eli's heart. "Your daughter's spinal cord has been crushed. She's quadriplegic."

Time seemed to stand still as Eli processed the doctor's words, his mind reeling with disbelief and despair. Quadriplegic. The word echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain, filling him with a profound sense of sorrow and helplessness.

"No..." Eli whispered, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what had happened. "No, it can't be..."

Eli felt his world shatter into a million pieces. Quadriplegic. The term reverberated in his mind, each syllable like a dagger plunging into his heart. He couldn't bear to imagine what life would be like for his beloved daughter, confined to a wheelchair and robbed of the simple joys of childhood.

His legs gave out beneath him, and he sank to the floor, his body wracked with sobs as he struggled to process the devastating news. Sarah, beside him, clutched a hand to her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she grappled with her own anguish. How could this be happening? Their daughter, only eight years old, didn't deserve this cruel fate.

"Eight years," Eli choked out, his voice barely above a whisper, "she's just eight years old..."

The room spun around him, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume him whole. His mind raced with a torrent of questions, each more agonizing than the last. How would she live from now on, unable to play, run, or even hug her parents with the same spontaneity and freedom as before? How would they adapt to this new reality, navigating a world that suddenly seemed so daunting and unforgiving?

Sarah's hand found his, her touch a bittersweet anchor in the midst of their shared despair. "We'll figure it out," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "We'll do whatever it takes to help her, Eli. She's still our daughter, no matter what."

But Eli couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of grief that threatened to suffocate him. His mind replayed memories of his daughter's laughter, her infectious smile, and the sparkle in her eyes as she chased after her dreams. Now, those dreams lay shattered at their feet, a cruel reminder of the fragility of life and the harsh realities they were now forced to confront.

As Eli struggled to regain his composure, a fierce determination ignited within him. He couldn't change what had happened, but he could be there for his daughter in ways he never imagined possible. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he would stand by her side, a pillar of strength and unwavering support in the face of adversity.

With Sarah's steady presence beside him, Eli drew a shaky breath and rose to his feet, his heart heavy but resolute. They had a long journey ahead of them, filled with obstacles and uncertainty, but one thing remained certain: their love for their daughter would never falter, even in the darkest of times. Together, they would face the future, one step at a time, holding onto hope and the promise of a better tomorrow.

Barkley, sensing the gravity of the situation, looked up at his parents with wide eyes, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar term. "What's quadriplegic?" He asked, his voice small and uncertain amidst the somber atmosphere. But neither Eli nor Sarah had the emotional capacity to respond, their attention consumed by their own tumultuous thoughts.

Ignoring Barkley's question, Eli turned to the doctor, his voice strained with urgency. "Can we see her now?" he asked, his words rushed and desperate. "Please, we need to be with her."

The doctor nodded solemnly, his expression sympathetic as he led them down the sterile hospital corridor to your room. You lay sleeping, your small form tucked beneath crisp white sheets, a myriad of wires and monitors surrounding you like a protective cocoon.

Eli wasted no time in rushing to your bedside, his heart pounding with fear and longing as he took in the sight of you lying there, so small and vulnerable. Tears welled up in his eyes as he reached out to gently brush a lock of hair from your forehead, his touch light and tender.

Meanwhile, Sarah took Barkley's hand, leading him into the room with a gentle but firm grip. Barkley's eyes darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Is she...is she dead?" Barkley whispered, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at Sarah with wide, fearful eyes. But Sarah shook her head, her heart breaking at the thought of her son grappling with such a terrifying notion.

"No, Barkley," she murmured, her voice soft but firm. "She's alive, but she's hurt. She needs all the attention and love we can give her right now."

A pang of disappointment flickered across Barkley's face, his resentment bubbling to the surface once more. Even unconscious, you still continued to steal attention for yourself, stealing Mom and Dad's attention for yourself, and this made Barkley even more angry and jealous.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the hospital room, you slowly began to stir from your slumber. Blinking groggily, you glanced around the room, confusion clouding your thoughts as you tried to make sense of your surroundings.

Your gaze settled on the figure of your father, Eli, asleep in a chair next to your bed, his head resting on his arms. Relief flooded through you at the sight of him, his presence offering a sense of comfort amidst the unfamiliarity of the hospital room.

"Daddy?" you called out, your voice small and raspy as you tried to rouse him from his sleep. Your mouth felt dry, and a dull ache pulsed through your body, a reminder of the ordeal you had endured.

Eli stirred, his eyelids fluttering open as he slowly lifted his head from his arms, blinking blearily as he registered your voice. "Sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep as he rubbed his eyes and sat up straighter in the chair.

As your father's gaze met yours, you couldn't help but feel a surge of fear welling up inside you. Something was wrong, you could sense it in the way your body felt heavy and unresponsive beneath the sheets.

You tried to sit up, but panic gripped you as you realized that you couldn't move your arms or legs. Frantically, you struggled against the invisible barrier holding you down, tears streaming down your face as fear and confusion washed over you in waves.

"Daddy, I can't move," you cried out, your voice trembling with fear as you looked to Eli for help. "What's happening to me? Why can't I move?"

Eli's heart shattered at the sound of your distressed voice, his own eyes filling with tears as he reached out to gently stroke your cheek. "Shh, sweetheart, it's okay," he murmured, his voice cracking with emotion. "You're going to be okay. Daddy's here."

But his words offered little comfort as you grappled with the terrifying reality of your situation. The realization that you were unable to move, trapped in your own body, sent waves of panic coursing through you, leaving you gasping for air as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Eli's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to find the courage to tell you the truth. The word "quadriplegic" weighed heavily on his mind, a grim reminder of the irreversible damage that had been done to your body. He knew he couldn't keep it from you any longer, but the thought of seeing the devastation in your eyes filled him with dread.

"Sweetheart," Eli began, his voice trembling with emotion as he reached out to gently cup your face in his hands. "There's something I need to tell you, and it's...it's not going to be easy to hear."

Your eyes widened in fear as you sensed the gravity in your father's tone. "What is it, Daddy?" you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse murmur, your heart pounding in your chest.

Eli took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. "You were injured in the accident," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find the right words. "And...and the doctors say that...that you're quadriplegic."

The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, suffocating you with their crushing reality. Quadriplegic. The term echoed in your mind like a cruel refrain, filling you with a sense of despair and hopelessness. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to process the magnitude of what had happened.

"I can't move," you choked out, your voice trembling with fear and disbelief. "I can't feel anything, Daddy. What's going to happen to me?"

Eli's heart shattered at the sound of your anguish, his own eyes filling with tears as he struggled to find the right words to comfort you. "I don't know, sweetheart," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion. "But we're going to get through this together, I promise."

But your distress only seemed to escalate, your cries growing louder as you called out for your mother. Panic surged through Eli's veins as he tried to calm you down, his own sense of helplessness overwhelming him.

"Mom will be here soon, sweetheart," Eli reassured you, his voice strained with desperation as he tried to soothe your fears. "She's just...she's just taking Barkley home to rest. But she'll be here soon, I promise."

But you continued to cry out for your mother, your voice filled with fear and desperation as the machines attached to you started beeping in alarm. Panic surged through Eli's veins as he realized he couldn't calm you down on his own.

Summoning all his strength, Eli reached for the call button beside your bed, his fingers trembling as he pressed it urgently. Within moments, a nurse rushed into the room, her expression grave as she assessed the situation.

"What's going on?" the nurse asked, her voice calm and reassuring as she moved to your bedside, checking the monitors and IV lines with practiced efficiency.

Eli's voice cracked with emotion as he tried to explain the situation, his words rushed and frantic. "She's...she's scared," he admitted, tears streaming down his face as he watched you struggle. "Please, you have to help her."

The nurse nodded solemnly, her eyes filled with compassion as she turned her attention to you, speaking to you in soothing tones as she tried to calm your fears. Slowly but surely, your cries began to subside, the sound of your heartbeat on the monitor steadying as the nurse worked her magic.

As the tension in the room began to ease, Eli sank into the chair beside your bed, his body shaking with sobs as he struggled to come to terms with the enormity of what had happened. His heart ached with a profound sense of guilt and regret, knowing that he couldn't protect you from the pain and suffering you now faced.

But through the tears and the anguish, one thing remained clear: his love for you was unwavering, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume them both. Together, they would face the challenges ahead, drawing strength from each other and the bond that bound them as father and daughter.

Days later, long after the chaos of the accident had settled into a grim routine, Eli found himself sitting alone at the dinner table, the harsh fluorescent light casting long shadows across the room. His usually neat and orderly demeanor was replaced by a haggard expression, lines of worry etched deep into his furrowed brow.

Late into the night, with only the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room, Eli sat hunched over his notebook, the sound of the calculator's buttons clicking rhythmically filling the silence. His hand shook slightly as he scribbled down figures, his mind racing with the daunting task that lay before him.

Sarah approached quietly, her footsteps barely audible against the cold tile floor. She rested a gentle hand on Eli's shoulder, her touch a fleeting comfort in the midst of their shared sorrow. "Eli, what are you doing?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with concern as she peered over his shoulder at the notebook filled with calculations.

Eli's baritone voice cracked with emotion as he struggled to compose himself, his eyes red and swollen from hours of restless contemplation. "I'm...I'm calculating the hospital bill," he admitted, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "And the cost of...of [Your Name]'s treatment."

A heavy sigh escaped Sarah's lips as she glanced towards the twins' bedroom, where you lay sleeping, your small form obscured by the darkness of the night. "We're going to have to buy an electric wheelchair for her," she murmured sadly, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to contain her own emotions.

The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the challenges that lay ahead for their family. Eli's hand trembled as he dropped the pencil onto the table, his head sinking into his hands as he fought back the overwhelming wave of despair that threatened to consume him.

Sarah moved to comfort him, her own tears glistening in the dim light as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. "We'll figure it out, Eli," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "We'll find a way to give her the life she deserves, no matter what it takes."

But Eli's anguish was palpable, his heart heavy with the weight of his daughter's suffering. "She's so sad, Sarah," he choked out, his voice thick with tears. "She used to talk to me all the time, but now...now she won't even look at me. I hate seeing her like this, Sarah. I hate it."

Tears streamed down Sarah's face as she held her husband close, her own heart breaking at the thought of her precious daughter's pain. "I know, Eli," she murmured, her voice trembling with sorrow. "But we have to stay strong for her. She needs us now more than ever."

But Eli couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of despair that threatened to engulf him. Why did this have to happen to you? You didn't deserve this, his mind screamed, the injustice of it all weighing heavily on his weary soul.

As he clung to Sarah in the darkness of the night, Eli vowed to do whatever it took to ease his daughter's suffering, to find a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume them all. But in that moment, as he wept silently into the night, he couldn't help but wonder if their family would ever be whole again.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit bedroom, you lay awake, your gaze fixed on the ceiling as you struggled against the invisible chains that bound you to your bed. Every fiber of your being screamed out for movement, but no matter how hard you tried, your limbs remained stubbornly immobile, trapped in a prison of flesh and bone.

Tears welled up in your eyes as frustration and despair washed over you in waves, the pain of your helplessness gnawing at your soul. You choked back a sob, your throat constricting with emotion as you fought to keep your composure in the darkness of the night.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Barkley stirred in his bed, his restless murmurs breaking the silence of the night. His voice, tinged with bitterness and resentment, cut through the stillness like a knife as he mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

"It must be bad being trapped in your own body," Barkley muttered, his words laced with a cruel edge as he turned to look at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

You turned your head to face your twin brother, your heart sinking at the venom in his tone. "Go to sleep, Barkley," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "Leave me alone."

But Barkley ignored your plea, his voice growing louder as he continued to taunt you. "You've become useless now, haven't you?" he sneered, his words like daggers piercing your heart. "Just like a doll, unable to move unless someone else moves you."

Tears streamed down your face as Barkley's words cut through you like a knife, his cruel jabs twisting the knife of your own insecurities. You turned your head away, unable to bear the weight of his scorn any longer, your heart heavy with the pain of his betrayal.

But Barkley was relentless, his voice dripping with malice as he reveled in your anguish. "What's the matter, little sister?" he taunted, his voice low and mocking. "Can't handle the truth? Face it, you're nothing but a burden now."

Each word was like a blow to your already battered soul, the weight of Barkley's hatred crushing you beneath its weight. You clung to the silence of the night, praying for reprieve from his cruelty, but deep down, you knew that his words would haunt you long after the darkness lifted.

As you lay there, broken and alone, you couldn't help but wonder how your once-close bond with your twin had devolved into this toxic cycle of resentment and betrayal. But in the darkness of the night, with only your tears for company, there were no answers to be found, only the harsh reality of your shattered dreams.

The next morning, as the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you resigned yourself to the new routine that had become your reality. Your dependence on your parents for even the most basic tasks weighed heavily on your shoulders, a constant reminder of the life you once knew slipping further and further away.

Today, you watched as your father, Eli, carefully dressed you in a pair of big socks. Confusion etched across your face as you glanced down at the unfamiliar garment, your curiosity piqued by its purpose.

"What's that, Daddy?" you asked, your voice small and uncertain as you looked up at Eli for answers.

Eli's heart clenched at the innocence in your question, his own emotions raw and tender as he struggled to find the right words. "It's a special sock, sweetheart," he explained gently, his voice tinged with sadness. "It helps your blood circulate to your legs, so they don't get sore from not moving."

You assented, watching in silence as Eli carefully adjusted the sock, his movements slow and deliberate as he worked to ensure your comfort. Despite his efforts to conceal his own sorrow, you could see the pain etched into the lines of his face, a silent testament to the depth of his love for you.

Once the socks were in place, Eli sat back on the edge of the bed, his eyes meeting yours in a silent plea for understanding. "Would you like to sit on the porch for a while?" he asked softly, his voice filled with a quiet hope. "It's a beautiful day outside, and I thought you might enjoy some fresh air."

But you shook your head stubbornly, your eyes downcast as you turned away from him. "No, thank you," you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper as you buried yourself deeper into the blankets. "I just want to stay here."

Eli's heart sank at your response, his own disappointment mingling with a sense of resignation as he struggled to contain his emotions. He knew that forcing you to do anything you didn't want to do would only make things worse, but it pained him to see you withdraw further into yourself with each passing day.

"Alright, sweetheart," Eli murmured, his voice heavy with regret as he reached out to gently stroke your hair. "You just let me know if you change your mind, okay? I'll be right here if you need anything."

But you remained silent, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as a heavy silence settled over the room. Eli sighed softly, his heart heavy with the weight of your pain, as he struggled to find the right words to ease your suffering.

"Your mother is going to buy an electric wheelchair for you today," Eli continued, his voice tinged with forced cheerfulness as he tried to change the subject. "Once we have that, you'll be able to get around the house more easily. And maybe...maybe you can go back to school soon."

The mention of school seemed to strike a nerve, and you tensed visibly, your breath catching in your throat as you struggled to contain your emotions. "I don't want to go to school," you whispered, your voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. "I don't want everyone to see me like this."

Eli's heart shattered at the sound of your distress, his own eyes filling with tears as he reached out to comfort you. "Shh, sweetheart, it's okay," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he gently wiped away your tears. "We'll figure it out together, I promise. You don't have to go back until you're ready."

But you shook your head stubbornly, your frustration bubbling to the surface as you struggled to contain your anger. "I don't want to go!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the room as you lashed out in desperation. "I don't want everyone to see me like this!"

Eli's frustration mounted as he struggled to contain his own emotions, his heart breaking at the sight of your pain. "I know, sweetheart, I know," he whispered, his voice strained with anguish as he reached out to hold you close. "But you can't hide from the world forever. You're still the same amazing girl you've always been, and nobody can take that away from you. Please, sweetheart, don't shut us out. We're here for you, no matter what."

But you ignore him, growing angrier as you take your anger out on your father, shouting accusations at him that echo off the walls of the room like a relentless barrage of blame. With each word, Eli's heart clenches with anguish, his own emotions raw as he struggles to comprehend the depth of your pain.

"It's your fault!" you cried out, your voice thick with resentment as you lashed out in desperation. "You should have protected me! You should have kept me safe! But you didn't, and now look at me! I can't move, I can't do anything on my own! I'm just a burden to everyone, like a doll that needs to be taken care of!"

Eli's breath caught in his throat at your words, his chest tightening with a sense of guilt and remorse that threatened to suffocate him. "No, sweetheart, no," he protested, his voice trembling with emotion as he reached out to you, his hands shaking with anguish. "It wasn't my fault. I never wanted this to happen to you. I would do anything to take your place, to spare you from this pain."

But you shook your head stubbornly, your anger unyielding as you continued to heap blame upon him. "You should have been there for me!" you insisted, your voice rising with each accusation. "You should have protected me, but you didn't! You let me down, Daddy! You let me down!"

Eli's heart shattered into a million pieces at your words, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"Sweetheart, please," he pleaded, his voice thick with anguish as he reached out to you, his hands trembling with emotion. "I know you're hurting, but you have to understand...this is tearing me apart too."

But you continued to lash out, your accusations ringing in his ears like a relentless echo of pain. Each word was like a dagger to his heart, reopening old wounds and magnifying his sense of failure and inadequacy as a father.

"I hate you!" you screamed, your voice filled with rage and despair as you pushed him away, your eyes blazing with anger. "You're supposed to protect me, but you didn't! You let this happen to me!"

Eli staggered back, his world spinning as the weight of your words bore down on him like a crushing weight. His chest tightened with a sense of suffocation, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he struggled to make sense of the overwhelming flood of emotions that threatened to consume him.

"Do you think this is easy for me?" Eli demanded, his voice trembling with anguish as he fought to control his rising anger. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me to see you lying there, injured and helpless? To hear the doctors tell me that you would never walk again?"

His words hung in the air like a heavy fog, enveloping the room in a suffocating silence as you stared at him, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Eli's voice cracked with emotion as he continued, his words tinged with bitterness and regret.

"I would give anything to take your place," Eli whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper as he struggled to contain his tears. "I would trade places with you in a heartbeat, if it meant sparing you from this pain. But I can't, sweetheart. All I can do is be here for you, to love you and support you in any way I can."

Tears streamed down Eli's face unchecked as he sank to his knees beside your bed, his heart breaking into a million pieces as he reached out to take your hand in his. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so, so sorry."

But you remained silent, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as a heavy silence settled over the room. Eli's shoulders shook with sobs as he buried his face in his hands, the weight of his guilt and regret crushing him beneath its unbearable weight.

In that moment, as the darkness of despair threatened to swallow you both, Eli and you stood together in silent anguish, your bond as father and daughter the only solace in a world full of pain and regret. And as the tears continued to fall, Eli vowed to weather the storm together, drawing strength from each other in the face of their shared grief.

#alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #eli michaelson x reader #eli michaelson

[varpusvaras]

"Captain", Fox called. "Take the Queen straight to where the Prince Consort is headed. The straightest path. Do you understand me?"

He ignored Breha's wide eyes, that had now turned to him.

"Fox-" She started, her hand reaching for him, but Fox ignored it all as well.

"Do you understand me, Captain?" He raised his voice instead, staring the man in the eyes.

The Captain glanced hesitantly at Breha.

"Yes, Sir, I do", he said, and looked like he was going to say more, but Fox didn't let him.

"Good. Go, now", Fox said, and now reached for Breha himself, but only to push her forward. She was a lot smaller than him, had always been, and was even more so these days. Usually Fox would've felt bad using his strenght against her, but not this time.

Breha still tried to struggle. Fox wouldn't have expected anything less. She had always called Fox and Bail stubborn, but she was just as stubborn herself.

"Fox, no!" She looked scared. Fox hated that look on her. "No, stop, please, what are you doing?"

"We need to complete the evacuation and communicate back to our contacts inside the weapon." Fox kept his voice level. He needed to stay calm. He could not give in to any emotion currently storming inside of him. He needed to be a Commander once again. "I cannot do that from aboard a ship. I will come after you, once the situation is clear."

Breha shook her head.

"Don't do this to me", she said. "I can't- we already lost Leia today, I can't lose you too."

"She is not dead." He had already cracked before he had realised it. He had already made Breha face him, his hands grabbing hard on her arms and pinning her to place. In his hold, but unable to hold him back. "Leia is alive. She is alive. And you're not going to lose me either. I'll make sure of it. Do you understand? You're not losing anyone today."

He didn't even give her time to say anything. It would've been the kind thing to do, and being kind was something Fox could not afford right then.

So he leaned closer and pressed one last, chaste kiss on her forehead, and then turned to look at the Captain again.

"You have your orders", he said. "Now do your duty."

He pushed Breha towards the Captain. She stumbled a little, forcing him to grab her, and that was all what Fox needed to turn around and run back inside.

If Breha called after him, he didn't hear it. Fox shut the doors behind him, and gave himself ten seconds to breathe.

Then he got moving again. He had promised Breha that she wasn't going to lose anyone today, and he had all the intentions to keep that promise.

#hello it's 1am and someone posted post order 66 bail/breha/fox this week #and now after reading it I HAD TO #I just had to write something as well #so here! this is right before the death star reaches Alderaan :) #sw #tcw #Star Writing #Post Order 66 AU #my writing #snippets #Commander Fox #Breha Organa #bail/breha/fox

[wexhappyxfew]

It is my first time writing anything to anyone, and I’m a bit nervous. I’ve been reading super bullets non-stop. It is just too good. I saw your prompt list and I thought that I needed to know more about the characters. Could you please write about Judy and Rosie?

P.S. Sorry if it’s a long list, I got too excited! Love you 😍

1st prompt list Touch

2.running fingers through hair

16. massaging them

34. washing the other’s body( me trying to be naughty 😆)

22. falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

2nd prompt list OTP

20. “Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?”

24. “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”

30. “Leave me alone.” 

“Is that really what you want?” 

21. “Then take me with you.”

3rd prompt list Subtle Love

21.sharing their food with the other

7.giving the other their space, knowing they need it

8.enjoying the sound of the other's voice

9. distracting the other when they see they're distressed and close to freaking out

HEY ANON!!! thanks so much for sending this in! and apologizes for the time it took to get to it! finals week was stressful and now that i finally have time, i was excited to get to this! thank you for the variety of prompts you sent!!! it gave me a ton of options (which truly thank you, your excitement made my day to see!) i went with 8. enjoying the sound of the other's voice, which i found to work best!! i truly hope you enjoy! <3 (and as a first time, you did lovely! thank you more than anything for stopping by <3)

through the war

(a/n): a look into the early days of judy x rosie for those who want to get more flak house rosie and judy hehe!!! this is an idea i've had for some time and i think it finally fit here!!! :D i really loved this prompt and the way the writing went, more subtle at times, but really showing rosie and judy's connection in a way i loved! thank you and enjoy!

Sun-kissed and water-soaked skin were the highlight of the late morning as Carrie hung over the front side of the boat, absolutely losing her mind on Pappy in the other wooden excuse for a canoe, who was leaned back, splashing water over towards her as they cruised by one another.

"Fighters 12:00, Pauli!" Carrie yelled from the front of the boat, looking back over her shoulder towards both Paulina, in the back of the boat and Judy in the middle, "Get 'em good!" Laughter ensued as the three of them passed the boat from Rosie's Riveters, Pappy Lewis in the back splashing with all his might at them, and Paulina splashing back.

"Get 'em, girls!" cheers from the bank called, a few of the other women from Silver Bullets enjoying the friendly competition between the two B-17 groups that had gotten reprieve at the flak house. Carrie maneuvered the boat around a bit and looked back at the two women. Judy caught her gaze with a grin and watched as Carrie shifted her weight, leaning the boat a hard right as it spun.

"We're gonna hit 'em where it hurts, got that?" Carrie said, and Paulina mocked a salute as Judy let out a delighted cheer, a 'whoop-whoop' following, "Pappy Lewis we're coming for your head!"

"Not as long as I'm here!" Bailey yelled back at them, the boat nearing, splashing ensuing - only to end in the hard rock of Rosie's Riveters against Silver Bullets, enough for the boat to flop sideways and the three girls to go crashing into the water. Judy's body struggled a bit beneath the harsh suffocation of the cool river water, but she pushed herself to the surface, coming into an atmosphere of laughter, light and cheers. A smile crossed her face as she squinted her eyes open and found Carrie and Paulina in her field of view, Rosie's Riveters in the back, making way towards them.

"We'll get them next time," Carrie said with a laugh, running a wet hand down her face as she blew air from her cheeks and grinned, cheeks glowing red from laughter, "you have my permission to go as deranged as you please, Judy."

"On it." Judy said with a chuckle as the boat came over towards them and Bailey, Milburn and Lewis were offering their hands forward to pull them up.

"Got you there, Bergie," Bailey said as he and Milburn pulled up Carrie first, before reaching down for Judy.

"If I didn't have Pappy in my ear earlier making bets, then maybe we woulda won, asshole." Carrie said as Judy grabbed hold of Bailey and Milburn's hands and they pulled her up and out of the water and into the boat, laughing. Paulina was pulled up and let out a chuckle as she collapsed on the seat beside Bailey.

"I call rematch!" Paulina yelled as the boat burst into laughter.

Judy slowly glanced over her shoulder and up the embankment a bit, past where Annie was lounged up, aviators on, snoozing with Frank, the orange cat, by her side, and Marianne laughing with Margie and Kennedy by her side, and focused instead on Rosie Rosenthal. Her heart warmed the slightest bit at the gentle look of him - the loose blue button-up, the book in his hands, how relaxed he looked, sitting there up with the dazzling haze of the morning-blue sky and the glowing green of the trees and the grass around him. Suddenly, she wanted to be sitting right there next to him.

"Hey, you guys go on for another round, I'll sit this one out," Judy said, wringing some water from her hair with a graceful smile to the group, "might head in for lunch soon."

"You sure, Rybinski?" Pappy asked, "We could switch up the teams, I'll make you team lead?" Judy smiled and shook her head.

"It's all good, you guys have fun," she said, reaching the edge of the boat and flipping herself into the water and dunking herself under, the coolness of the water soaking her warmed skin. Coming up above the water, she looked up at the group and grinned.

"Carrie and Pauli? Make 'em pay, alright?" Judy said as she began swimming away, hearing the 'rah-rah' cheers from Carrie and Paulina, splashes following. Judy swam to the shoreline and then pulled herself from the water before heading over to the group on the grass.

"Looking great out there, Jude," Margie said with a smile, "I'd hate to be on the opposite side of that." Judy let out a laugh as Kennedy passed her a towel to which she wrapped quickly around herself and smiled, wiping water from her eyes.

"Well, I think Carrie and Pauli are gonna get 'em back pretty well off, so," she said looking at the group there, "you're all in for a treat."

"Where you going?" Marianne asked Judy as she wrapped the towel closer and stepped towards the hill. Judy's cheeks flushed and she bit back her lip.

"Saying hi to Lieutenant Rosenthal." Judy said quickly, "He finally looks relaxed, ya know?"

"He was asking where you were earlier, Judy," Annie said from her place on the towel, a smile on her face, where her hand was lazily petting Frank, "he'll be happy to see you."

"Have fun, Judy!" a few calls came as Judy smiled to them and headed up towards Rosie. Her heart began to pound a little bit more, the cool, late morning breeze making goosebumps run up over her skin, to the point where she realized she was in nothing but skin-slick shorts and a tank top, with a towel overtop going up to Lieutenant Rosenthal. Her cheeks heated as she looked up, watching him reading and looking near-picturesque against the backdrop of beauty that was the world around them.

"Hey."

Judy tossed herself from her reverie and found Rosie looking up from his book, squinting a bit in the sunlight, a small smile on his face. Her cheeks heated further as she stood there, hair tangled and wet, her cheeks red, the towel covering what she could and her eyes on his.

"Hi." she said quickly - slightly breathlessly at that, "Was wondering what you were up to." Rosie smiled that grin that got her heart pounding and then closed his book and watched her with those soft, baby-blue eyes.

"Figured I'd do a bit of light reading while I had the time," Rosie said, and she didn't miss the look he seemed to give her - admittedly trying to avoid looking at her more-than-bare-legs, his own cheeks dusting a glorious pink as he met her gaze again, "you? Or I could well….guess instead." And he nodded to her with that towel wrapped around as closely to her body as she could get it. She let out a laugh and instinctively went to cover her mouth and looked at him from behind the towel. They watched each other and Judy was sure he could see every inch of her the way he watched her, enough to make her warm all over.

"Your boys sure know how to have some fun," she said quietly, unable to control her smile towards him as she showed him her grin again, "and it reminds me of home. The creek, the water, the sun." You, she wanted to say, but that silent thought got bogged down by everything else around her. Rosie watched her, his smile growing on his lips like the setting sun.

"That they do," he said, his own voice sounding slightly constrained - breathless a bit like her, "would you like to sit?" With me?, seemed to be the silent question on his lips, but he didn't even need to ask. She would've given any time of day.

"Yeah, thank you." she said, with another smile towards him, before stepping forward, the grass itching her feet, as she turned and settled beside him on the towel he had rolled out. Judy pulled the towel tighter as she did crisscross-applesauce, and then glanced over at Rosie on her left side and smiled at his already persistent and present gaze on her.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked him softly, the pleasant noise of life and joy in the background of their quiet bubble there, side by side, her eyes finding his again as she leaned closer to his warm form.

"Of Mice and Men." Rosie said, holding up the book and showing her the cover, "Definitely a heavier read than some other things I've read, but it's good. You might like it. Listen, when I finish up, I'll lend it to you." Judy looked at him and smiled.

"Thanks, Rosie," she said softly, the instant his name left her lips, the corners of his lips perked upwards in a glorious display of his smile and his crinkly eyes when he grinned, "how are you liking it here?" Rosie watched her for a moment, and then looked down, before glancing towards the water where another round was ensuing of this game they had been playing - back and forth, splashing, laughter, freedom.

"Sometimes I just wish I was getting into that cockpit again," Rosie said, looking back over at her, "I don't know, just…it was simple, straightforward. It was mission, after mission, day after day. I was in a flow. A rhythm." Judy watched as he ran a hand over his face and dropped his rather broad shoulders a bit.

"But then I look at the men." Rosie said with a nod, and then glanced at her, "They need this." Judy watched him, his face a golden-honey hue, his eyes so deep and dark and distant all at once, and she nodded.

"They do," she said quietly, "we all do. You do, too."

Rosie was an enigma to her in a way other people had never been; so quiet at times, selfless, someone who wanted to get the job done, but didn't give himself time to rest. And in an opportunity like this, where that was the only option, he was mulling on thoughts of flying again. Despite not knowing him long, he was someone she found herself looking to a lot more often these days. And the selfless need to worry over him was something to follow.

He watched her for a moment, as if trying to believe her that yes, he and his boys needed rest just like the rest of them and yes, this all wasn't normal, but maybe for a second they could act like it and yes, for once they can focus on one another instead of a war in the sky. Rosie watched her for a moment and then smiled at her, and her cheeks bloomed red in a way she knew she couldn't stop.

"Plus," she said quietly, offering him another grin, "this is a good look for you." Rosie broke out in a bit of laughter at her mix between a joke and a compliment, but he took it all the same and nodded.

"You too." he said, but then they both seemed to freeze at his words, the casual phrase you normally said back after a compliment - the realization of what she was wearing seemed to strike both of them at the same time as a jumble of words left both their mouths, ending in nervous laughter and eye-catching gazes.

"What I meant to say was," he said, leaning an elbow on his upbent knee and a hand to his cheek as he looked at her again, "this. Being here. It looks normal for you. It looks good on you." Well if that didn't make her blush like a tomato she wasn't sure what would. But she nodded, and smiled a bit up at him.

"I practically grew up outside. When I was a kid, I mean. All of us, we were always outside. In the creek, with the animals on the farm, climbing trees, hiking," Judy said, "in a way, it reminds me of home being here. Being away from the war for a bit." She nodded. "Can't sleep well, but I guess for the time being that's okay, because I'm not in a ball turret and getting shot at." Rosie's face had grown serious and he watched her like the most delicate thing in the world was in front of him. He always looked so serious back at base that to see that same look cross his features nearly shot her back to that ball turret on the last mission.

"I haven't been sleeping too well either, if I'm being honest," he said quietly to her, then laughed a bit, "it sounds childish, but, I don't know. My mind's just running circles." Judy stared at him. She felt like for once, someone was experiencing what she felt nearly all the time. Constant running. Never-ending.

"Do you ever think it's like you're in some dream and that you'll wake up from it all one day?" she asked him, watching as he slowly nodded and turned to her.

"Sometimes." he said, "But then I go back and think, and I wonder how different things would be if all this wasn't going on. If, uh….well." Rosie looked to her and smiled slightly.

"To say the least, I wouldn't have met some of the people I've met here and I don't know if I'd be okay with that in whatever other world that would be." he said with a laugh and she smiled at him, "And if we're going to get back to any sort of semblance of life again, outside of this, like this, then we have to keep fighting back in this world, to keep it."

Judy looked up at him, and couldn't help but let her eyes traverse his face; eyes catching on how beautiful his long lashes were and how lively yet soft his eyes appeared underneath them, his solid cheekbones and jaw line, the slope of his neck dipping beneath his shirt, his hands and….Judy had to blink herself out of her wandering thoughts and instead ran a hand through her slowly drying hair that was sure to be a tangled mess and looked to him.

"One day we'll get the world back to that," Judy said, "and hey, maybe we can….I don't know, I can sit in the cockpit for once and experience what it's like? I can….be eye level with the birds instead of sticking out of the belly of the plane. Enjoy the sunset without knowing we're dropping bombs."

"I'll take you up on that." Rosie said, coming into her peripheral and leaning into her side a bit, his hand finding it's way to her shoulder half covered by a towel and half not, "Flying. You and me. When this whole thing is over and there's nothing left for us in England. I'll fly you home. You can be my co-pilot." Judy watched him, her heart pounding in her ears as her eyes searched his.

"You're too kind, Rosie, you don't have to…."

"No, no, I'll take you up on it. My promise to…I don't know, get us through the war." Us, Judy thought quietly.

Us through the war.

Judy stared at him fully this time, her entire mind consumed by him sitting there beside her, saying these things and making her feel all kinds of ways. Listening to his voice and expecting to act like it was nothing that he was talking as sweetly as he was to her. It was almost too much; these feelings, these emotions, someone felt nearly aligned with in life, yet the bulge of war was smack-dab in the center of it all. Judy brought the towel up to rub down her face and then sighed again.

"You okay?" Rosie asked her, placing his…very equally comforting and warm hand on her back, above the towel, "You went a little quiet." Judy looked at him, her heart pounding - even a simple acknowledgment of her quietness and she was spinning. Her mind scattered.

"Yes," she said quickly, a smile darting out, "all good, all good, just….." Mind, think, please, "thinking about lunch. Yes. Heard they were having a roast. Reminds me of home." With that, Judy stood to her feet and turned to Rosie, shivering slightly still, face and lips most definitely red, her hair a mess, her legs…..there.

Exposed.

And Rosie.

There.

Staring up at her.

"I don't want to bother your reading anymore, so," Judy said, "I'll see you around, Rosie." She turned and looked over her shoulder, and with a burst of boldness.

"Come and look for me if you ever want to talk!" Judy's face was beat red the entire rest of the way down the hill.

And Rosie was left - stunned. And smiling.

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

The relationship between Chaeri and her mother

No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle

❒ warnings: Dysfunctional family, food deprivation, bullying

7 years old Chaeri

"It hurts!" Chaeri whined.

She hated that time of that day, in those classes where your whole body is stretched to its limits and then pulled back tight. The pain always made her feel sick before she came home.

Her teacher kept her knee between her thighs and held both of them pressed flat to the floor. She had said that flexibility training were necessary, but the pressure was terrible.

"It will get better" her teacher insisted "You have to push through the pain, otherwise you'll never get good at this" 

Chaeri gritted her teeth, trying not to cry. She hated how her tears always made the pain worse.

"I don't want to be good at this" 

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9 years old Chaeri

"What happened?!"

Kim Eun's eyes were wide with anger as she looked at her daughter. Chaeri knew that look, she had seen it a million times before. It was the look of disappointment and anger and resentment, all rolled into one.

"I'm sorry" Chaeri cried "It just...slipped"

She tried her hardest, she had practiced over and over the choreography for weeks before going on that stage, to compete with other girls from all parts of France.

She worked hard in the hopes of winning, putting in long hours, catching every nuance of what she wanted to accentuate with her body language alone. But who would have expected a mishap like that?

The hat needed for the continuation of the choreography had slipped off the stage.

Chaeri had been trying to grab it, but she was too late. It had fallen to the ground and she had tripped over it.

"I didn't deserve such an untalented daughter"

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10 years old Chaeri

Chaeri was in her room. Her face was still adorned with the sparkling glitter she had used in the competition earlier that evening.

She had prepared so much for this contest, to the point of exhaustion.

Months of rehearsing the same choreography over and over again, perfecting every move, every expression, every breath.

She had come home with a beautiful, shiny silver trophy, just big enough to sit proudly on the shelf above her desk.

The walls were painted a light purple, and the trophy she had just received stood out in its bright tones.

“What did the first-place winner do that you did not?” Chaeri, who had not heard the woman's footsteps stopping at the door frame to her room, jumped in fright at Eun's low, stiff voice.

The look on her face was one of disappointment, but not surprise. 

There was a minute of silence before the girl found the right words. She knew that it would only lead to more unpleasant consequences if she gave an answer that the woman would find stupid.

“She… she was perfect,” Chaeri admitted, the admittance a shard of glass in her throat.

“Perfection is what we strive for” her mother stated  “Anything less is simply rehearsal.”

Chaeri’s fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt, the trophy’s shine now seemed to have suddenly become dulled, taking the form of a pale witness to failing. “I thought you would be proud…just a little maybe”

“To be proud, Chaeri, one must first be satisfied” Kim Eun said, holding back a bitter laugh. She could not believe what she was hearing. “And satisfaction is earned, not given for mediocrity. Second place is just the first loser.”

“I’ll do better next time.”

“Do better?” Kim Eun scoffed, stepping into the room, her presence overwhelming. “Doing better is not enough. You must be the best. Anything less is a waste of my investment in you.”

Chaeri’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. “Your investment” she echoed. Feeling more than ever like an object and not a daughter.

"Yes, my investment,” she affirmed, disgusted to have to repeat herself. Ashamed to have received such a response  “I’ve given you everything— the best teachers, the best opportunities. And yet, you consistently fall short.”

The room felt smaller, the air thicker. Chaeri’s breaths came in short gasps, as if the very act of breathing was a challenge. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to tell her mother that she was more than an investment, more than a project to be perfected.

She opened her mouth to speak. Her eyes burned with anger and rebellion, not at her mother, but at her tormentor. For all of her life.

But she had no time to do so, as the woman turned and told her  “I expect you to practice until you can’t stand,” she said, her voice devoid of warmth. “Maybe then, you’ll have a chance at being worthy of this family”

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11 years old Chaeri

"Mom!"

Still in her bun and the warm baby pink jumpsuit, Chaeri wandered through the many rooms of her huge mansion looking for her mother.

It was almost sunset, and by that time, Chaeri was usually never home.

The ballet classes she took would occupy her entire day, giving her free time only after dinner and on weekends.

Hence, hearing the young girl's voice around the house disturbed her mom.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?"

Chaeri followed her mother's voice that led her to the woman's bedroom.

She was rarely allowed to enter that room. As her mother said, a woman's bedroom is a sanctuary that must not be violated.

Bullshit, Chaeri thought. Her mother thought she was stupid enough to believe that shit just because she was only 11 years old, but she knew perfectly well the real reason: Her mother was sleeping with her dance teacher and didn't want her children to see the evidence of it.

But she honestly didn't care. Her mother's private life was none of her business. 

Kim Eun, who never seemed to have a hair out of place and always looked like she just stepped off the pages of a magazine, was there. Even though her makeup was usually so subtle that it did not even seem real, today, without wearing any makeup at all, she was more beautiful than a normal woman could ever hope to be. Her skin looked as if the sun had kissed her whole face, giving her smooth cheeks and an ivory complexion. 

"I'm home" Chaeri greeted her softly, remembering all the times her mother had scolded her for being too loud and clumsy

"I can tell you're home, I asked you why" Her mother crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, a sure sign she was already annoyed by the conversation, but Chaeri ignored it, she knew that what she was going to say would change her mood.

"I got the role of Columbine in the Nutcracker!"

"Well, I'm not surprised" Kim Eun said and Chaeri's face lit up, thinking she was about to receive congratulations from her mother "You have an innate talent for earning good-for-nothing roles"

"But this is the role I've been waiting for" Chaeri protested "All my classmates wanted to be 'Clara'. I think Columbine is a much more fun character and then, the duet with Harlequin is very difficult, just because I dance less doesn't mean I'm-"

"Stop it" In a sudden outburst, her mother's voice was louder than usual and Chaeri stopped midsentence.

The usually graceful Kim Eun, who towered over her daughter with her imposing height, looked like a mad woman. She only revealed this side of herself within the walls of her home

"Stop talking nonsense" she hissed "Did you even try to get the role of 'Clara'?"

Dropping her head, Chaeri turned to look at the tips of her shoes. They were beautiful; shiny white so bright you could see yourself reflected in them. There was no occasion when her mother did not remind her how all those 'beautiful' things she got them because of her and no one else.

"I tried, even though it wasn't the role I wanted"

"And you couldn't get it"

"No"

"Obviously, you tried not hard enough," she snapped back "You are a disappointment. Why can't you be as good as your brother? You will bring shame upon my reputation"

"No matter what you expected of me, I wanted the role of Columbine anyway" Chaeri said, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice "So I'm not interested in what you have to say"

"You little- " Before her mother could finish, Chaeri turned around and ran out of the room, not wanting to be hit by her.

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12 years old Chaeri

The kitchen was quiet, the only sound was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Chaeri sat at the table, staring at the plate in front of her. It was almost empty, just a few slices of apple and a handful of almonds. This was her dinner, the same as it had been for the past few weeks.

Her mother believed that a ballerina’s figure was paramount, that it was the key to grace and beauty on stage. “You must be light as a feather, my dear” she would say, her voice as cold as the untouched food on Chaeri’s plate. “No one wants to see a heavy dancer.”

Chaeri knew better than to argue. The last time she had asked for more food, her mother had looked at her as if she had asked for the moon. “You want to be a dancer, don’t you?” she had said, her tone implying that hunger was a small price to pay for success.

But Chaeri was tired. Tired of being hungry, tired of the constant ache in her stomach that no amount of water could quell. She missed the warmth of a full meal, the satisfaction of eating something meaty.

All because she'd been found to be one pound over her classmates during the monthly body check at dance school. That damned pound, her teacher had pointed out, was too much for a dancer whose job is to be lifted into the air by others. "Don't be selfish" the teacher had told her, "you'll make anyone who does a pas de deux with you lose their breath at that weight."

Never before had she felt so humiliated, never before had she been so ashamed of the chocolate chip cookies in her backpack that she had brought with her as a snack.

She pushed the plate away, frustrated with that dinner that could not be called 'dinner'.

Her mother smiled at her when she saw that she got up from the table without touching a single almond. Her stomach turned and she felt nauseous.

How perverse was it that she had to treat her body unnaturally in order to gain the approval of the woman who had given her life?

She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the window. The moonlight cast a pale glow on her face, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones, the hollowness of her eyes. She was the picture of a perfect ballerina, and yet, she had never felt more imperfect. 

She turned away from the window, from the ghostly reflection that seemed to mock her. She would go to bed hungry again tonight, but in her dreams, she would feast like a queen.

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