#i have like two more sketches of her lying on my ipad >_>

[silverthief]

Here’s my sketch of Charmaine.

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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[rythuliansoup]

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English Assignment

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Please read this. It is long, but it is, in my opinion, important.

I am disguising this as my English essay, as my parents do come around and check every so often on what I am doing.

Here’s the lowdown.

So there’s maths class, right? (I’m Australian, we say mathSSSS)

Our teacher does set us a good bit shit ton of work, but he says we don’t have to do all of it. Now my mum came to check on my work, and I explained that.

Then she goes like oH mY LoRd HoW CoUlD yOu I aM sO SiCk oF yOu lYiNg tO Me AbOuT yOuR wOrk

And tells me to delete all my social media apps and games.

This includes Sky.

I’m using the online version of tumblr, so that is how I am writing this.

I will go into a bit more detail and backstory about how this event came to happen.

So I asked my mum if I could download Journey. Journey costs money, and I did not have enough money on my iPad. I was going to ask her if I could buy a gift card for my OWN money, to buy the game. My mum misunderstood that, and put her PayPal account onto my iPad so I could get it right then.

Don’t get me wrong, I was really damn happy. None of my money was wasted, and I was able to get the game right away.

A day later, I remembered that my mum did not remove her PayPal from my iPad. This filled my mind with a lot of possibilities.

Long story short, I used about $16 to buy seasonal candles (the season was ending soon, and I was short on candles and desperate to complete it).

My mum got the invoice for BOTH purchases (I bought two packs of 15 candles, each for $7.99). She was angry, lectured me on stealing and deleted Journey. I was very close to finishing the game, but I had not gotten quite as attached to the game as Sky.

This is where things got ugly.

I am not justifying or validating my actions. I know it was the wrong thing to do, but my 14-year-old brain ran with many plans and ideas, some of which not too good, like this one.

Then came the mathS work thing, which I explained at the beginning.

So I was forced to delete everything that wasn’t school related, which meant that games, editing apps and social media went YEET out the window.

I re-downloaded Sky at school. I have taken my last screenshots, and I did my last Eden run.

I took screenshots. Videos. Memories.

I was two items away from completing the Forest constellation.

I was two items away from the manta cape.

I might not even get to see those things again.

For what it is worth, I will continue re-downloading Sky at school and deleting it before I go home. I do not know if this will continue.

And for the sake of that, I ask each of you, if you wish, to submit, DM, or send as an ask your first memory of Sky. (Submissions and asks will be public, DMs will remain private unless asked otherwise.)

It doesn’t have to be a photo.

It can be a written memoir, of your first feelings and impressions, spilled from the soul.  

These photos or small written pieces I will print and put on a big piece of cardboard. This project will be called ‘Ode to Sky’, as the printouts I will be pasting will surround a personal remake of the famous poem ‘Ode to Joy’.

To honor this ethereal piece of art they call a ‘game’, I will be starting a small, yet steadily growing project, or maybe a few.

It is called First Memories, and it is...

Not a comic. More like a series of wordless images, describing my first ever journey through the kingdoms. They will be sketched, in pencil, without colour, as a testament to how fast these moments fade without memory. Each day, I will be posting a single image, in order, of this artwork.

The final part of this project, which might just be the most important.

I will be making a new blog, @sky-honor-project.

All asks, submissions and messages for the project Ode to Sky are to be submitted to this blog. The project First Memories and other upcoming projects will also be posted onto this blog.

To me, Sky: Children of the Light is more than just a game. It seems insulting to even call this piece a game. It is art, it is wisdom, it is euphoria.

Sky got me out of a dark period in my life and made me truly realize how many emotions were trapped in my heart. It actually made me appreciate life more.

I cannot thank the creators, Thatgamecompany, for this.

It has truly changed me.

And I know I am not alone.

Please, I ask of all of you.

You do not have to.

But seeing other Sky content and others playing is what gives me a good chunk of joy in my life.

I ask you.

Share your memories.

We all have them.

We all treasure them.

And mine are in danger.

[onceuponaloonatic]

haeun ~ dubchaeng

“woah she’s moving!” kihyun giggled at the feeling of dahyun’s stomach moving.

“yeah she’s been pretty active lately.” dahyun giggled. “just like you were kihyun.”

“woah i was like that?!” kihyun asked with sparkling eyes.

“uh-hum. you were super active, like a puppy.” dahyun giggled at her son.

“oh like ari!” kihyun giggled. “was ari active in his mommy’s tummy?”

“that’s a good question i don’t know.” dahyun laughed. “ari’s mother can’t tell us because she’s a dog.”

“where is ari’s mother?” kihyun asked.

“she has her own owner and her own family, dogs mature faster so they don’t need their mommies for as long.”

“i’m going to need mommy forever!” kihyun giggled.

“that’s right baby.” dahyun pet kihyun’s head.

“dahyun he’s going to need to go out into the world on his own one day.” chaeyoung commented, off to the side sketching something on her ipad.

“but kihyunie is mommy’s baby.”

“you sound like nayeon and it’s terrifying.”

“yeah i heard it.” dahyun sighed. “what am i becoming?”

“i don’t know pregnancy makes you all weird.”

“yeah it does!” kihyun agreed. “mommy has been so weird.”

“hey i don’t appreciate this.” dahyun pouted.

“oh she kicked again!” kihyun laughed as he felt a kick under his hand.

“this is stupid.” daehyung muttered. he was lying on the floor drawing on some paper.

“dae?” dahyun asked. “look i know your upset. but she hasn’t even come yet-”

“whatever.” daehyung pouted. “she’s just going to be annoying anyway. just like all the other kids.” chaeyoung and dahyun shared a look and chaeyoung our her tablet down to look daehyung in the eyes.

“we have put up with this attitude because we know this is a big change for you. it’s a big change for us too. but in four months you will have a little sister daehyung. and you better be nice to her, she is going to love you but if you treat her badly she will grow to hate you and it will make you and the rest of us miserable okay?” chaeyoung was never strict. her and dahyun both didn’t like to be strict with the boys, they preferred talking it out to being strict. but it had been five months and daehyung was still not coming around with the idea of a baby sister. chaeyoung had watched her son be petty and annoying every time it was brought up. she couldn’t take it anymore. his behavior had to stop.

“fine.” daehyung pouted. “whatever.”

“dae-”

“chaeyoung just stop.” dahyun sighed, rubbing her swollen mid section. if daehyung was jsut going to be a little turd, they should let him. until the baby is born he can get this behavior out of his system. but once she was born, dahyun wasn’t going to put up with him being like this anymore.

“mommy have we picked a name for baby?” kihyun broke the awkward silence.

“no we haven’t thought of one.” dahyun laughed. “why don’t you suggest a name?”

“saya!”

“that’s your cousins name silly.” dahyun laughed. “and we aren’t japanese.”

“hm... i don’t know...” kihyun trailed off. “dae got any suggestions?”

“stupid head.” daehyung answered.

“your sister is not being named stupid head.” dahyun nodded.

“i think i have an idea of what to name her.” dahyun muttered, still stroking her tummy.

“what is it?”

“can’t say.” dahyun giggled at kihyun.

“what?” kihyun asked.

“you’ll have to wait until she’s born.” dahyun laughed.

“no fair i want to know.” kihyun whined.

“you will, eventually. and who knows mama might not even like it.” chaeyoung looked at dahyun in confusion, dahyun giggling at the confused look on her face.

later that night as they were laying in bed together chaeyoung stroked dahyun’s stomach as they laid together. chaeyoung wasn’t a clingy person and neither was dahyun it it was nice to have some quiet moments to themselves sometimes.

“so what is the name you came up with?” chaeyoung asked.

“i was thinking maybe we should name her haeun.” dahyun answered. “she’s our gift from god.”

“i love that name.” chaeyoung whispered, kissing dahyun’s cheek. “son haeun.”

“son haeun. it sounds nice doesn’t it?” dahyun giggled.

“yeah. it’s perfect.”

xx

the day haeun was born was chaotic to say the least. dahyun has been right with her predictions about haeun being a worse pregnancy than daehyung. she had been miserable to have and dahyun’s morning sickness never really went away. by the end she just wanted haeun out of her stomach and in her arms.

but haeun didn’t get the message. she was stubborn like chaeyoung and deicded she wanted to be late. dahyun has been anxiously awaiting her due date and when she didn’t feel any contractions she was mad. then the second day passed with the same results.

“this is dumb i was told this would be over with on september twentieth.” dahyun pouted.

“she’s just taking her time baby.” chaeyoung giggled.

“yeah well your time is up son haeun. it’s time to come into the outside world.” dahyun told her stomach. chaeyoung laughed, dahyun was generally a slim person so when she was pregnant it always looked more dramatic on her than it did on others.

“she’ll come when she’s ready.” chaeyoung laughed.

“and when is that?”

“i don’t know. could be october before she’s ready.”

“please do not say that the thought of being like this for two more weeks fills me with fear.” dahyun sighed. “why can’t any of our kids be on time. i thought wow maybe haeun will be on time but no. she’s just as late as kihyun and daehyung were well-” dahyun stooped herslef mid rant and let out a little squeak.

“well what?”

“i-i think she understood i was mad.”

“what does that mean?”

“i just had a contraction.” dahyun ekked out. “and i think i’m going to have another one soon.”

“crap okay, let’s go. come on let’s get you to the hospital before you kill me like you nearly did with dae.” chaeyoung panicked, grabbing their baby bag and their phones.

“my water hasn’t broken yet i’m fine-” dahyun was interrupted by herself and let out a scream of pain.

“yes clearly you are very fine. would you like to-”

“just get me to the hospital you weirdo!” chaeyoung nodded and brought dahyun downstairs and to the car. she then went to get daehyung and kihyun, both of them groaning at being woken up after bedtime.

“hey boys, your baby sister is coming.” chaeyoung greeted them.

“she is?!” kihyun woke up and shows his excitement.

“yay.” daehyung commented,  unenthusiastically.

“let’s go!” kihyun yelled and ran down to the car. “mommy will we get to meet her soon?”

“yup. soon she will be with us.” dahyun smiled and rested one hand on her stomach. she left the part about how she nervous she wasn’t going to be able to do this out and just focused on her breathing as another contraction hit her.

xx

“chaeyoung i cant do this.” dahyun sobbed. her face was bright red with the pain of labor. she had been at this for nearly twelve hours now. she was fully dilated but haeun still hadn’t made an appearance yet.

“yes you can.” chaeyoung answered, letting dahyun squeeze her hand super tightly. “you can do this. for haeun. for your daughter. we get to meet her soon dahyun. just a little more and we will be able to hold our baby girl.” chaeyoung couldn’t fight the giant smile on her face if she wanted. “i can’t wait.”

xx

sana has the joy of taking kihyun and daehyung into dahyun’s hospital room after the baby was born. she knew it had been a long time coming for chaeyoung and dahyun and it wasn’t just the long labor. sana was holding their hands and kihyun opened the door to his mom’s hospital room.

“mommy!” daehyung ran to his mom.

“hey buddy, shh.” dahyun she’s her son, holding a pink bundle in her arms. chaeyoung was sitting next to her, observing the tiny baby in dahyun’s arms. “come meet your little sister.” kihyun and daehyung both went over and even daehyung couldn’t fight a smile at the pale tiny girl. she was so tiny, and so adorable. she was already fast asleep in dahyun’s arms, her tiny pouty lips pursed.

“what’s her name?” daehyung asked.

“haeun. son haeun.”

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ColdAtom Secret Santa 2017: The Charade

In Secret Santa this year I was writing for @craptaincold

I went with a Fake Relationship story for you, hope you enjoy it :) (Story under the cut)

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If Leonard Snart could pinpoint the moment in his life where he tipped the scales enough to get himself sent to hell, it would have been about 6 months, 1 week and 4 days ago. He’d been mid shoot on his new movie. His agent and the agent of his co-star had called them both to a meeting. In the movie Len played a widowed man. His wealthy wife had died leaving him with their daughter Eliza. His character is from an entirely different world than his wife but as she stated in her will she wanted their daughter brought up around the world she had known. He hires a nanny, a male nanny, who he falls in love with.

He and his co-star were unsure why they had been called into a meeting but they both turned up. It was at the meeting Leonard knew he was going to hell. They wanted the pair to date. Well, at least to pretend.

“Think of the fans, they’re already what’s the term… ‘Shipping’ the two of you. They’re even creating art.” He held up his iPad to show a rather graphic sketch of the two of them.

Both Leonard and Ray looked uncomfortable. Ray’s agent stepped in. “Ray you both need to think about the possibilities here, think of the parts this could get you in the future. You’re still unknown in this world.” Ray really didn’t like where this was going. Their fans knew that both he and Leonard were gay. It’s what was keeping the media from being too interested in the film already. There was nothing ‘exciting’ about two gay actors playing gay roles apparently. But if their fans started posting about their ‘dreams coming true’ then the media would be interested. Ray remained quiet. He had a lot less to lose than Leonard. Leonard was up for a big role after this movie and the director was homophobic. It sounded like he was looking for any reason to drop Leonard from the project.

“Look, we’re not saying that you should just start fucking, no, just be seen together and let things ‘progress’,” Leonard looked about to kill his agent. “Look, why don’t you both think about it, discuss it and meet again next week?” Neither Len or Ray could reply before the man was on the phone and excusing himself, taking his things with him. Ray’s agent shot them both an apologetic look.

“Just think about it. It isn’t an unlikely story, two stars, grow close during a role, start going out. And it couldn’t hurt your careers. Either of them.” Ray’s agent packed his things and left the pair of them. Leonard regarded his co-star beside him. It wasn’t entirely unbelievable that they could go out. They were good at their jobs and had good chemistry on screen.

Ray was deep in thought in the next seat. Leonard had always been one of his favourite actors before he had the courage to try it himself. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to the other. He knew the main complication in Leonard’s mind. His future. Both of their futures for that matter. Neither wanted to speak first so Leonard took the hit. “We should discuss this,” he said startling Ray.

Ray nodded, “I agree,” he said though he didn’t move.

“Let’s go somewhere more private, my place, tonight? I’m meeting my sister downtown in half an hour. Seven good?”

“Seven’s fine.” Ray agreed as they began preparing to leave. Leonard text Ray his address and left to meet his sister.

Ray couldn’t think straight, so he did what he always did in that situation and headed home then to a gym with a pool. He stared longingly at the boxing ring through the windows but his contract in the film said he couldn’t get mark up through sport. So swimming it was. He swam lengths until the lifeguards told him he had to get out so they could do kids swimming lessons. He went back to his apartment to eat and called his friend to see if she wanted to hang out.

“Hey Anna, did you wanna get lunch? My treat? Great see you there,” he hung up and drove to a small Italian place in the city. Anna arrived shortly after he did, she lived further out than he did. They sat in a more secluded corner of the restaurant so he could talk to her. “So, our agents want us to date, or to at least make it look like we are, to promote the film and I don’t know, it seems wrong.” He told her.

“Ray lots of actors have pretended to date to promote their movies. It’s sometimes part of the job,” Anna told him. “40% of actor-actress relationships end with a carefully planned break-up. What does Leonard think?”

“We didn’t really have much chance to talk about it, he left to meet his sister.”

“Well think about it like this, both of you are out as gay, neither of you is seeing anyone, you don’t have any kids, so no one can get hurt. Plus, it might help you. The only think that might throw you is your active life on social media. You’d need to plan his introduction into that carefully. You can’t just suddenly have pics with a guy saying, ‘love of my life’ or something like that.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the voice of reason in this friendship?” He smirked.

“Ray you know I love you and I think it would be good for you to date someone. Even if it’ not real, for him anyway.” Anna knew he had somewhat of a thing for Leonard and had teased him relentlessly for it when they had been cast together. “Ray just think about it OK?”

“I will. We’re meeting tonight to discuss things,” he told her. “You really think we should do it?”

“It couldn’t hurt,” she smiled reassuringly.

 Ray arrived at Leonard’s house just after 7 and rang the doorbell. “Hey, come on in,” Leonard said, “we have a lot to talk about.” This was different to the Leonard he had been seeing on set. He was more intense, though Ray put that down to nerves. Leonard showed him to the kitchen where he pulled two beers out of the refrigerator. Sliding one over to Ray he twisted the top off of his own. Ray had been over a few times to run lines in pre-production. Len took a long pull from his drink. “It’s not uncommon,” he paused, “for actors to start going out during a movie. However, those are straight actors and they’re dating their female co-stars. We’re gay and there will be a lot of hate coming at us. Especially you, I know the projects you have lined up. You know how some people get when Disney hires a gay actor. It’s not ideal. But I think we can make this work. What are your thoughts?” Leonard looked at Ray for the first time since he arrived.

“I agree that it’s not the least likely outcome of the two of us working together. I spoke with a friend earlier, a trusted friend,” he added, “and she thinks we should go for it. But she did mention my social media presence. We’d have to think carefully about that. You can’t just show up on there. When we were running lines over the summer I Instagramed pics of me outside, arriving and leaving etc. So people know I’ve been here and it’s a good start. Next, our fans. We have two different fanbases and as much as our agents want us to believe the crossover is ‘huge’ it’s not how he described it. The crossover that is there, however, is very… Interested in us… Joining forces, I think is the best way to put it.”

“I won’t say I haven’t looked into it,” Leonard told him. “And I agree with you about the social media aspect. We’d have to keep an eye on their reactions to that. We should start sooner rather than later. As for public interaction, have you given that much thought?”

“A little” he lied, Ray’d thought about it more than he cared to admit even to himself.

“We should start with small things, casual touches, sitting close together, hand holding and I guess at some point, kissing. We’re good actors, but even pros need practise. So, I think we should meet up a few nights and get used to touching one another. Just so we look comfortable together.” Ray remained silent. A man he had crushed on for years was proposing they meet up to practise touching and kissing each other. He nodded, not trusting his voice. They hadn’t gotten to filming those scene in the movie yet, so he had yet to actually touch or kiss Leonard too much.

Ray and Leonard spent the next two hours working out the kinks in their story, putting their plan into action soon. They started with the social media aspect. Ray took a picture of them running lines and posted it on Instagram with the caption ‘rehearsing something a little more intimate.’ The picture had Leonard with his arm around Ray on the couch, holding a script and winking at the camera. It was mainly to test the waters with the fans and the reaction was almost instant and they monitored it while they ran lines followed by half an hour of leaning against each other, and light touching.

Having the weekend off the pair kept in touch on Sunday discussing the fan’s reactions to their post. They also called their agents, letting them know they would go along with it, on their own terms. Not their agents’.

Come Monday, they were back shooting their movie and they were getting close to the time when their characters would fall in love. Those scenes began on Friday. They decided not to tell anyone else that their relationship wouldn’t be real. The fewer people who knew, the better.

Wednesday evening, they were at Ray’s apartment running lines for Friday with the little girl playing Penny who played Eliza saying her lines over the phone from her dad’s. After her dad made her hang up to get ready for bed the two men discussed the reaction from their social media. Ray had started to include Leonard in more of his posts and it was working a treat at getting their fans excited. They decided to dip their toes in a little deeper and posted a picture of Ray in Leonard’s arms preparing to watch a move together, chuckling at the various reactions as the movie played.

Leonard was amazed at how comfortable he felt having Ray in such constant proximity for long periods of time. Normally it took him longer to become comfortable about co-starts he would eventually be intimate with, even on screen. So much so, he didn’t even flinch when Ray threaded the fingers of their hands together. Merely an hour later, Leonard, feeling brave, took Ray’s phone from the side table. “I have an idea that may speed up our timeline slightly. If you’re up for it.”

“What do I need to do?”

“Just tell me your phone passcode and pretend to be asleep.” Ray did as he was told and Leonard snapped a selfie for Instagram. ‘Someone fell asleep with his phone unlocked’ he typed and added snoozing emojis.

“You’re awful,” Ray chuckled as it was posted to his feed and the comments began pouring in.

“I know, but they love it.”

“You could’ve used a filter, that lighting is terrible,” Ray joked as he sat up and stretched.  The movie was long forgotten as they watched the comments and reactions from fans.

Leonard checked his own phone, “it’s getting late, I should go home.”

“Right, um, see you in the morning.” Ray saw him out and watched him to his car.

 The next morning, he arrived on set to find Leonard waiting with two coffees from CC Jitters. Ray raised an eyebrow and snapped a photo for the fans. ‘Thank you for the coffee. FYI: This is how you use a filter ;p’ he typed and then tagged Leonard. Ray wasn’t in many scenes that day though the director did speak to him about the upcoming scenes the next day. The scenes were he and Leonard would share their first kiss.

“Look, Mr. Palmer,” the director, Harry Wells, began, “I’ve seen the little thing the pair of you have on social media, via my daughter. Just understand that when I shoot the first kiss tomorrow, it better be a first kiss. Catch my drift? No rehearsing. I’ve already spoken to Mr Snart.” Ray nodded, he’d almost forgot Harry’s rules about working on this film. He’d kept Leonard and Ray away from each other until their characters had met. Fortunately, they had yet to kiss in their evenings, though he had been sorely tempted to on several occasions. Leonard must have remembered as he always seemed to stop things before they got too much.

“I understand Mr Wells. And I guarantee, we haven’t yet kissed.”

“Good, keep it that way until tomorrow.” Ray nodded.

 “I was thinking,” Leonard said after filming, “that maybe we should hang out in public this weekend, be seen by others.”

“Sounds good, we could do lunch, or dinner or go for a run or something.”

“Lunch and a run sound good. Maybe not in that order but sounds like a plan. We shouldn’t hang tonight though, not sure I could control myself,” he said, his eyes darting to the side. Ray followed his gaze to see fans getting closer.

“A run then lunch, great idea. Good call about tonight,” he took Leonard’s hand and squeezed it before letting it go again, one of the fans let out a giggle and another a triumphant noise as his phone camera snapped a picture of them holding hands. “See you tomorrow?”

“Until then,” Leonard brought Ray’s hand to his lips and they went their separate ways, texting as soon as they were alone.

‘Good call with those fans. Hand kiss, nice touch,’ Ray text him once he was home.

‘What can I say, I’m a good actor.’ Leonard replied and set his phone on the counter in his kitchen and sighed. He was exhausted. Not that his scenes required much effort today but he was emotionally drained. It took a lot for him to work with Ray Palmer and not lose face. How could it not? Ray was exceptionally attractive and exactly his type. More so now they had been spending so much time together and learning more about each other. He’d had no idea how to handle their agents suggesting they fake date because he was unsure he’d be able to keep it pretend when in his head he wanted to real thing.

To top it all off tomorrow they had to kiss, on set, for the first time and on camera. Wells had told him they only had one shot to make it work. He wanted the first kiss and he would get it whether Leonard or Ray liked it or not. Leonard had been pushing his restraint as it was. But he never thought Ray would like him back. Tomorrow would be the true test. He didn’t have much time to think about it as his sister turned up with her daughter Sofia for a visit.

 The next day Leonard arrived on set where Ray immediately found him. Ray snapped a selfie for Instagram captioned ‘big day’ with lip emojis. “Tease,” Leonard accused, wishing he could just kiss Ray there and then, but he caught sight of Harry and thought better of it.

“They love it, hair and make-up need you soon by the way.”

“Heading there now,” Leonard replied putting his hands up in surrender.

 “I haven’t felt this way in a long time, I’m afraid I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” Leonard said as the pair moved closer. “I just feel lost, I’ve lost so much, my life hasn’t made sense in a long time. And yet when you’re around everything just seems so clear. The expectations of this life say I should ask you to leave, I should walk away.”

“Then why don’t you?” Ray asked softly, his hands resting on Leonards biceps.

“Because to hell with expectations,” Leonard pressed his lips forward against Ray’s. Their eyes slid shut as Ray relaxed into the kiss, allowing Leonard to deepen it.

 “And cut!” Harry yelled from beside the camera, “gentlemen, excellent job. Gentlemen!” He called and Leonard and Ray separated, “good take, get out of my sight, see you both Monday. Ray went over to Anna, his guest onset, who had his phone. “How’d it look?”

“Good and the fans over there saw everything.”

“Perfect.” He said as Leonard joined them.

“We should talk tonight, my place, I’ll cook.” He said and left. Anna shot Ray a look.

“He’ll cook, sounds serious,” she teased.

“What, no, he’s just being nice. He is nice.”

“Mmhmm.”

 Ray arrived at Leonard’s house that night, aware that he was being followed. When Leonard opened the door, Ray kissed his cheek and hurried them inside. “Sorry, I was followed, I think some fans are reaching the level of crossing the line.”

“Don’t worry about it, I won’t complain.”

“So what did you want to talk about?” Ray asked setting a bottle of wine on the counter.

“I think the time has come for us to practice more intimate activities. Kissing and such, for the reveal, you know, so we look comfortable.”

“Right, that, uh, good call. So, Anna said the fans that were watching were going crazy after we left.”

“And that was a scripted kiss for the movie. Wonder how they’ll take to us kissing when it’s not for the movie.”

“Guess we’ll find out, smile,” Ray turned and took a selfie of Len stirring dinner.

“What’re you gonna caption it?”

“#BestCastMateEver” he smirked.

“They’ll love that,” Leonard rolled his eyes.

“I know,” Ray raised his eyebrows and Leonard had to look away. His restraint was being tested again. He finished cooking and they poured some wine. The food was good, Ray had heard rumours that Leonard could cook and damn straight he could.

After dinner, they put on a movie and sat a little too close to be considered platonic on the couch. It was Ray who made the first move, using the wine he’d brought for courage he turned to face Leonard and pressed their lips together. Leonard relaxed against his lips, gently returning the kiss.

“I’ve been thinking,” Ray began a while later, “what’s our timeline, like when are we putting ‘us’” he said using air quotes, “out there?” Leonard considered. It wasn’t something that had come up, though he was surprised he missed it.

“Well I guess there’s no time like the present, you got your phone?”

“Always,” Ray grinned already switching to the front camera. Leonard kissed his cheek and Ray snapped the picture, sending it caption-less to his Instagram.

 Over the next couple of weeks, whenever they weren’t filming Leonard and Ray spent time together in public, convincing the world that they were dating. Leonard’s agent, Eobard, was loving it. Ray’s agent Nate, however, was more cautious. He continued to remind Ray to think about his future and how he didn’t really trust Eobard. He wasn’t even sure why Leonard was working with him considering the continually stereotyped roles he’d played over the last few years.

Ray and Leonard had everything in their ‘relationship’ worked out and so were not overly worried. They would spend time together, had been on dates to places and even had nicknames for each other. Ray called Leonard Len and Leonard insisted on calling him Raymond, no matter how much he protested.

After the movie came the promotional tour, full of meet and greets and talk shows where every host wanted to know how they had gotten together. This came with the territory of the pair of them sharing hotel rooms. And more closely, sharing a bed. They had decided from the beginning that they could be adults about sharing a bed. Though it was not without unfamiliar territory. Numerous occasions they had woken up spooning. Sometimes whoever woke first, which both of them were guilty of, would lay there, enjoying the moment. According to their fans they had been together for almost 4 months at this point.

 About a week towards the end of the tour they were in Hartford, Connecticut, when the panels they were attending were cancelled due to heavy snow. They were in Hartford for 4 days, with all of their events cancelled. Harry left his cast to their own devices, still salty that they could not have a panel. Leonard and Ray spent the first day looking around the city and meeting their fans with Penny and her dad.

Overnight the snow fell heavier, most of the things they had been planning to do were closed due to the snow. They spent the morning at the hotel. Ray worked off some steam swimming while Leonard read in their room. Ray returned to their room, his hair still damp from the shower he took at the pool. Leonard didn’t look up from his page as he wordlessly waved to Ray.

Ray had become to suspect that Leonard, much like himself, felt more for his castmate than friendship and fake romance. He was just waiting for the time to ask him and now seemed as good a time as ever. “I was wondering, if we could maybe talk?” He asked, catching Leonard’s attention. Leonard finished his paragraph and marked his page.

“Sure, what’s up?” He asked setting his book aside.

“I was just wondering, that maybe, um, I mean- Sorry, I was wondering that, um, before all this, before our agents even suggested the idea to us, I just, I was really into you- I mean not in a weird way, but, attracted, I guess would be the best way to describe it, I mean… I’m messing this up, aren’t I? OK, I guess what I’m saying is that before we started to fake date, I would have thought about asking you out, for real and I just wondered if maybe you ever felt the same way about me?” Ray stopped talking, amazed he’d managed to express himself somewhat coherently.

Leonard sat in silence for a short while, processing what Ray had said. “Honestly? I won’t say the thought never crossed my mind. I mean look at you, you’re amazing, as an actor and a person. I won’t say I never thought about asking you out. It’s just everything in my career is complicated. My next movie is hanging by a thread right now because of us pretending to date. But if I’m keeping being honest, I’d rather be happy and date you for real than do that movie. Which I guess is my terrible way of asking you if you wanna have a date, for real.”

“Wait, seriously? I mean you’re into me-” In the time it had taken Ray to finish his sentence, Leonard had crossed the lounge area of their room to kiss him harder than they had kissed at any point in their relationship so far. Ray responded to the kiss, pulling Leonard beside him on the couch, deepening their kiss. Leonard nipped at his lip as they pulled apart.

“I am very, into you Raymond,” Leonard whispered. “And I’d like to be more,” he murmured and Ray’s breath hitched as he cottoned onto Leonard’s meaning as he felt a hand trail up his thigh. “How about you?”

“Oh God yes,” Ray mumbled pulling Leonard back to his lips. His hands pushed under Leonard’s shirt, desperate to feel more of him. They shed their shirts and Leonard pulled Ray by the hand over to their bed and kissed him once more, allowing his hands to roam over the other’s body. Ray placed his hands on the small of Leonard’s back, his hands roamed lower, over Leonard’s ass, squeezing and pulling him closer. Leonard smiled into the kiss. Leonard backed Ray until he hit the bed, Ray wrapped his arms around Leonard and pulled him down onto the bed. Ray could feel Leonard’s hard length inside his jeans, fighting to be free against his own hard on. Leonard rolled his hips into Ray’s, both of them moaning at the friction created. “Leonard,” Ray breathed as his partner kissed his neck and lower. “Can- Are we-”

Leonard paused, “if you want to.”

“I so want to,” Ray replied. They stood and shed the remainder of their clothes, Leonard checked the door was locked and Ray dug around in his bag for the lube and condoms he had stashed there, mainly for show in case someone came snooping but it never hurt to be prepared. Leonard accepted the items when Ray handed them over and encouraged Ray to lay on his front.

Leonard crawled over the bed behind Ray, nudging his legs apart as he warmed the lube between his fingers. Tentatively he pressed a finger inside of Ray, who swore under his breath and moaned. When Leonard began feeling Ray push back against his finger he added a second and then a third until he felt Ray was ready. Ignoring his pleas for more. Leonard pulled his fingers out of Ray and rolled a condom over his hard cock, spreading lube over it he nudged Ray. Telling him to get into a more comfortable position.

Ray rolled onto his back and spread his legs apart. Leonard took Ray’s cock in his hand and stroked it as he lined himself up with Ray’s entrance. Pressing forward he entered Ray, both men moaning in unison. For Ray, it had been a while since he had had another man inside him but damn did it feel good. Good however was putting it lightly to say how Leonard felt in that moment. Ray pulled Leonard down to his lips as his partner stroked his cock in time with his thrusts which became short and fast. Not wanting to push Ray too far he had yet to fully enter the other man. Ray, sensing he was missing out somehow began meeting Leonard’s thrusts in an attempt to take him deeper. Leonard pulled most of the way out of Ray and slowly sank back in, deeper than he previously had. The deeper he went the more Ray moaned beneath him. His thrusts, combined with his hand on Ray’s cock was becoming too much. Ray moaned as he came over Leonard’s hand and his own stomach. Pulling Leonard down to kiss him he rolled his hips, encouraging his partner to finish. Leonard’s thrusts became quicker and shallower, hips stuttering to a stop as he came into the condom.

He slipped out of Ray, disposed of the condom and kissed the other man, running his fingers through his sweat-damp hair. Ray lay there catching his breath. He kissed Leonard back, smiling into their kisses.

Ray and Leonard lay together for a while, got up, showered and prepared to take a nap before Ray asked: “So do we count us ‘getting together’ as now, or when we started the whole charade?”

“Well, answer me this, was it ever really a charade?”

“I guess not,” Ray smiled, “for me at least.”

“Me either,” Leonard assured him, curling behind his boyfriend. Boyfriend, it felt good to think that. “You should rest.” He said.

“So long as you’re here when I wake up.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Leonard whispered as Ray drifted off in his arms.