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  • h4ckerstore
    09.04.2021 - 7 monts ago


    💭་𓂃🌙ℙ𝑙𝑒𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝓛𝖎𝖐𝑒 𝗈𝗋 𝕽𝒆𝒃𝒍𝐨𝐠་᳝⋆ֺ⊹⊰␦

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  • suxmel
    14.08.2020 - 1 year ago

    𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬

    "𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓴 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶"

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  • elitaxedits
    21.06.2020 - 1 year ago

    • 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 🌸

    • 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦/𝘶𝘴𝘦 ♡

    ◍ credits @piggyxback on twitter ◍

    #elita icons #elita harkov icons #yungelita icons #emma harvey icons #angelita icons #k 12 film #k 12 album
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  • blackmoon-edits
    20.04.2020 - 1 year ago

    like/reblog if you save/use ⋆

    ↳@𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗰 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

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  • incorrect-who
    27.03.2020 - 1 year ago

    I feel like Yaz would be a Melanie Martinez fan

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  • elitaxedits
    21.02.2020 - 1 year ago

    • 𝘳𝘦𝘥 ❤️

    • 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦/𝘶𝘴𝘦 ♡

    ◍ credits @piggyxback on twitter ◍

    #elita icons #elita harkov icons #emma harvey icons #angelita icons#yungelita icons #k 12 film #k 12 album
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  • elitaxedits
    21.02.2020 - 1 year ago

    • 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 🖤

    • 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦/𝘶𝘴𝘦 ♡

    ◍ credits @piggyxback on twitter ◍

    #elita icons #elita harkov icons #emma harvey icons #angelita icons#yungelita icons #k 12 album #k 12 film
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  • elitaxedits
    21.02.2020 - 1 year ago

    • 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 ♡

    • 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦/𝘶𝘴𝘦 ♡

    ◍ credits @piggyxback on twitter ◍

    #elita icons#yungelita icons #elita harkov icons #angelita icons #emma harvey icons #k 12 album #k 12 film
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  • strawshrtcakk
    14.01.2020 - 1 year ago

    ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ᭰⩩_couple◡░ꢁdntcpy reblog or likeᭅ⃢ꦿꦃ@opulenceps !!🐰

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  • maybesims3only
    06.03.2021 - 8 monts ago

    Wall of Husbands

    1. Domingo Cotton: father of Elyan Hutchison

    He was unemployed when they married and he joined the military. He starved to death but Carys’s cat Boo saved his life. He drowned later and Boo was put up for adoption.
    They somehow had a son together.

    2. Jack Ransone: broke off his engagement to Sally Hardy

    He worked at the hospital but quit since Sally was his boss. He burned to death. 

    3. Dereck Glover-Riggs: divorced his wife Janell Glover-Riggs 

    He had two children with Janell, Mike and Johanna. They had a cat named Baxter. He was a writer who earned very little. He drowned.

    4. Jamie Lannister-Runyon: father of twin sons and engaged to Sally Hardy 

    From his first marriage with Sara Lannister-Runyon, he had two sons named Claude and Clay. They were children when they moved in and only a bit older than Elyan who was a toddler at the time. 
    He was engaged to Sally Hardy (who was pregnant with their daughter Tamara Hardy). They also had a dog named Turtle. Sally got to keep Turtle. Sally went into labour at Claude and Clay’s birthday party.
    This was probably my favourite husband. He worked in the military but was relatively low rank. The family all had very high relationships and after he died, Carys raised his sons well (threw parties for their birthdays, went to prom, had high school sweethearts, etc.) but they moved out immediately after they graduated. From growing up in this household, the children gained ‘stone-hearted’ trait.
    Jamie took the longest to die. He caught on fire but survived and then caught on fire again and burned to death.

    5. Pedro Cardenas: broke off his engagement to Janell Glover-Riggs  

    Not much of an impression on him but he did bring in 20 000 when he moved in. Janell gave birth to their son Robby after he dumped her to married Carys. She gave birth immediately after their wedding reception. Pedro drowned.

    6. Jared Lannister-Runyon: ex-boyfried of Catrina Frye

    He was a squad leader. Nothing much happened with him. I think this was the one where they keep trying to ‘Try for Baby’ so I had to be careful and keep an eye on them all the time. He starved to death. 

    7. Pawel Lannister-O’Neal: divorced his wife Marie Lannister-O’Neal

    Carys found him since she was friends with his stepdaughter, Janelle. She convinced him to move in with her on Marie’s birthday. The couple also had a daughter together named Esperanza. 
    It was around this time that Claude, Clay and Elyan gained the stone-hearted trait. 
    They went on more family outings and Carys went on a date with Moises Rainey-Eubanks and she also aged up to an adult an had her mid-life crisis during this time. 
    She threw a bachelorette party before their marriage. But before they even got married, Pawel accused Carys of cheating and even though she convinced him to kiss and make up, he broke it off and they reverted back to Romantic Interest. It took a while to get their relationship back up to marry. But he still had the Romantic Betrayal icon so he was quickly locked in their bedroom to starve after the second party was hosted. 

    8. Derek Metzger-Rodiek: divorced Ana Metzger-Rodiek

    Carys invited Ana to her bachelorette party when she was marrying Pawel. At the party, Carys convinced Ana to ‘try for baby’ with another sim, Ervin Baratheon-Lannister. Ana gave birth to a boy named Vinny. Derek and Ana also had a son together named Jerad. 
    Derek worked in the military and was significantly older than Carys. The day after she married him, he aged up into a senior. He starved to death. 

    9. Lenny Lannister-Runyon: divorced Angelita

    He worked in the military as a flight officer. He was married to Angelita and had a toddler daughter named Araceli. A day before he divorced Angelita and got engaged to Carys, Angelita gave birth to their second daughter, Janice. 
    He’s the first stepdad since Jamie that Elyan is best friends with. He died while everyone else was attending Elyan’s graduation ceremony.

    10. Russel Dickinson: broke up with fiance Jamie Luke

    He was a bit more difficult to seduce compared to the other nine but he eventually agreed to move in. He brought 20k with him so Carys used it to expand the gardens. He was childish and unemployed but at this point Carys doesn’t care. He won’t live long enough to matter. She barely pays him any attention even when he moved in. He starved to death.
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  • iammyownsaviour
    21.04.2020 - 1 year ago

    I was tagged by @acelandonkirby (thank you so much for tagging me!!)

    icon: my babygirl cassie howard!!

    my content: it’s usually multifandom, but recently i’ve been into h2o stuff that involves rikki. i reblog a lot of things, esp gifsets. i make moodboards and headcanons, and sometimes i make aesthetics too.

    letter colour: boring black duh

    url: well, my old url was “her hero” because of my soulmate @mrsyoda, but my new url “i am my own saviour” is a remind to myself that even though i really want and need that my bf and my friends save me, i’m the only one that can do this.

    header: it’s a scene from melanie martinez movie “k-12″ in which crybaby and her friend angelita are wearings matching panties that says “fuck off”.

    blog title: it’s related to my url, also a remind to myself that i am the one that has to save me.

    I’m tagging: @doumekiss, @ladybingley and @mrsyoda 

    #tag game #tag game: my blog #my blog#game
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  • honeybearloco
    09.01.2020 - 1 year ago

    ― gods and monsters | 1

    title → gods and monsters

    part title → apartment room number 83 

    pairing → female reader x multiple khh artists

    synopsis → a young woman gets mixed up with the wrong crowd on a night at the job that changes her life forever.

    word count → 3.6k

    warnings → vulgar language, harassment (i believe that’s it)

    theme song → gods and monsters by lana del rey

    a/n → personally i believe the first chapter is a bit lame but i promise it will get better !! im sorry !! thank you guys so much for sticking around. i have officially had this blog for 3 years now. i love you guys so much. 

    “Such a gorgeous, young woman. It’s such a shame you work here, being preyed on by men double your age,” A man who was double my age spoke in my ear, as his right arm was wrapped around my frame. His left hand traced circles into the soft skin on my legs.

    I could tell he could sense his own irony. The man who I had gathered had a thing for girls like me, leaned closer until I could feel the tip of his nose pressed against my neck.

    If this were the first time this had happened, I would tense up but this had happened almost every other week. Some old fuck with too much money walks in, picks out the youngest and tries to do whatever he can to get her to sleep with him because his wife is getting too old.

    Douches like this always managed to piss me off. My eyes trailed down to his left hand, seeing the wedding band on his finger. 

    “What did you say your name was, darling?”

    “Angelita,” I answered, not wanting to face him. I watched as he lifted his hand, placing it on my chin, forcing me to look him in the way, “I meant your real name.”

    Of course, you did. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t give out my real name.”

    “Not even for me? What will it take for me to get your real name? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Or do you want material things?” I watched as a devilish smirk formed on his face.

    He continued, “You’re so young and you’re working here so obviously this isn’t a job for fun. You’re too beautiful to work here without a cause. What is it you want? A phone? A purse? Something more? I can give you all of it. Whatever you want, with the snap of my fingers.”

    I huffed, unraveling his hands and stood up, “You’re right. I am young and this isn’t a job for fun. So don’t expect me to give out my name and fuck you for sleazy money! I’m not that desperate for your fucking money!”

    I opened the door, slamming it behind me, walking backstage, flopping in the chair with my name stitched in the back of it. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing someone I had not recognized. 

    This wasn’t me. Tons and tons of makeup that didn’t even match my skin tone, dark red lipstick, this butterfly kiss anti eyebrow piercing. 

    My eyes landed on the two polaroid pictures stuffed in the bottom left corner of my mirror. A gentle smile coming to my face. The first picture I took not even two weeks ago now.

    It was a picture of my best friends in the world, Minho and Jennie. We attended Minho’s first art exhibition. We couldn’t have been more proud of him. After years of making fun of his art, he finally got to put his name out there and debut as an artist.

    Out of both of them, I met Jennie first. Her house used to be in the same neighborhood at my apartment. She had the reputation of the neighborhood’s it-girl and maintain that reputation all the way until she moved out of her parents’ house and into her own apartment near the college.

    She was the new girl in the neighborhood, who studied abroad in New Zealand and knew English. Boys all over had flocked to her as if she was the last piece of meat. The first time we had crossed paths was when I twisted one of her boy toys’ arm and she laughed at me. Since then, we’ve been close.

    The two of us met Minho a year later on the street when we saw him being screamed at by a shop owner who still to this day we haven’t seen again. After kicking him out and snapping his canvas in two, we helped him back on his feet and I gave him my Binngrae Samanco. After class, Jennie and I had bought two but I gave him mine so he wouldn’t be so sad.

    Since then I’ve had both of them by my side, the two of them acting the older siblings I never had.

    The second picture was of my family. My two little sisters, Noah and Shieon and my mom. The three of them are my world. They mean so much to me.

    So damn much that I’m here this fucking strip club, trying to bang a few bucks out of people. The things I do for my family.

    The door opened in walking a few of my co-workers, much older women who took me under their wing and guided me in this madness.

    From left to right standing at the entrance was Isis, Roxie, and Mimi.

    Isis was the oldest girl here, pushing 40. Though each of us worked here, she was the top bitch here. She always had the best outfits, best wigs, the special privileges. Men would come running to even get the chance to see her in action. Not only was she known for playing hard to get but known for being the most expensive.

    She’d never give an average man the time of day, let alone look at him. Any man she got had to at least have 10 zeros. And before I came, she was Woong’s favorite or as we called it...the golden bitch.

    In getting to know her, it was pretty obvious she didn’t like me and hasn’t liked me since I’ve been here. Not only did I know she didn’t like me but everyone knew.

    Sadly, I was the favorite now and there was nothing she could do about it. Hell, there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t ask for that. Up until a year ago, I barely hold a pole routine by myself.

    I started bringing in money because men who like barely legal girls saw me and thought they could touch. 

    Roxie was the busty brunette who hated conflict. A sensitive girl whose here because of her daddy issues. When any of the girls fought, she’d try to calm the situation down immediately, by making at least one of the girls rest their head on her chest, if not both.

    She seemed to be the only girl who liked to be touched all over. It’s annoying how many men come in here just to “talk” to her with their eyes on her chest, but she doesn’t seem bothered by it. She tells us, “At least someone is paying attention to me even if it is for the night.”

    Though we don’t know Roxie’s real name, we know her dad though. Some corrupted politician named Nam Duho who makes cops do his bidding. We only figured that out, when one of his cops tried to take Roxie away and return her to that freak, but none of us let her go even after they threatened to shoot.

    Before the situation escalated, Roxie did what Roxie does best and flaunted what her mother gave her.

    Roxie’s still seeing that cop to this day.

    And last but not least, Mimi. The one who lives and breathes in sex despite being a mother of a 6-year-old girl named Eunbi. Mimi was the first one I had met. On my first night, she guided me through everything and made sure that I was comfortable. Mimi once a golden bitch herself, doesn’t give a fuck anymore. She’s only still here because she makes more money than she would at another job as she didn’t go to college nor did she finish high school.

    Mimi was the only one who could backtalk to Woong, the owner of this club, and get away with it because unlike the rest of us, the two of them go way back. Though not confirmed, we’re pretty sure Woong is the father of Eunbi. And from the very few pictures I did see of Eunbi, she looks a lot like him so I wouldn’t put it past her. 

    There’s always a tension between Mimi and Woong, no one can tell if it’s a sexual tension or just actual tension. She can’t even stand next to him without having to up and leave.

    Both Roxie and Mimi waved to me, as Isis only rolled her eyes, putting a hand through her neon green hair that glowed under the black lights of the club’s main room.

    I waved back before looking back into my mirror, pretending to fix my, hair. I watched as Mimi shook her head at me in my own mirror, coming up behind me, “What’s wrong, bitch? You seem down.”

    “I’m always down,” I answered. 

    She placed her hands on my shoulders, rubbing gently, “Yes we know, but you seem even more down than usual. Something happened with that fucker you took to the private room?”

    “I took? He practically took me,” I pointed out, relaxing under her soft touch.

    Mimi was known for her soft hands as she takes moisturizing just as serious as she took her job. Her own vanity was almost filled with moisturizes that I’ve never even heard the name of. She’s got it all! Korean brands, French brands, Canadian brands, Spanish brands, everything!

    She let out a small giggle as did Roxie from across the room.

    “Maybe he was taken with you,” Roxie chimed sweetly as she retouched her makeup, reapplying her iconic purple mascara. No one knows why but Roxie loved colored mascara, her favorite being purple.

    I shook my head at her, “Taken with me? What time period are we in? The only thing he was taken with was my body and I wasn’t willing to give him that and the asshole talked too much so I up and left.”

    “As you should,” Mimi defended.

    Isis sat at her vanity, letting out an annoyed huff before looking over her shoulder at me. I didn’t even have to turn around to know she was looking at me. I could feel it. Those black beady eyes filled with nothing but hatred for me, “You never leave a client alone in the middle of a session.”

    “Fuck off, Isis. Lita could have been in trouble. What if that fucker tried something,” Mimi replied, beginning to massage my shoulders, “Ooh, tense. Worried about your college courses?”

    “How did you know?”

    She smirked, “I am THE Magic Mimi. I know all.”

    “Hey, Mimi. One of my clients tonight told me that my right boob looks bigger than my left. What do you think?” Roxie spoke again, scratching her head and staring down at her breasts.

    It’s probably safe to mention that Roxie wasn’t...the sharpest tool. We all figured that out when one of the other workers mentioned that going to Fiji is her life long dream. Roxie raised her hand and I quote, ‘I thought Fiji was just a water brand. Is it like a country in the Middle East?’

    “Don’t worry about one of your boobs being slightly larger than the other one. Everyone’s boobs are like that,” I mentioned, making note of my own.

    Roxie huffed, “I guess you’re right. But now it’s going to bother me forever to know that my boobs aren’t even. Now how am I going to tell Shiwoo that my boobs are different sizes?”

    “I don’t think that’ll matter when his face is probably in between them 9 times out of 10,” Mimi joked.

    Roxie raised a finger to speak but no words left her mouth confirming what Mimi had said.

    Mimi continued, “I told you guys, I’m Magic Mimi. I know all.”

    I hear my phone ring in my bag below my vanity, “That’s either a phone call or that’s my alarm that my shift is over. Hopefully, the latter.” I reached into my bag, seeing that it was indeed my alarm, “Yep, my shift is over. Thank God because I’m tired anyways and I need to get out of here. I’ll see you next week.”

    “Bye, Angelita,” Mimi added, hugging me gently.

    “Goodbye, Lita!” Roxie said cheerfully.

    After letting go of Mimi, I waved to Roxie. As usual, Isis ignored me but I didn’t care about her. I just wanted to get home. I gathered my things and headed to the changing room to get out of this outfit and changing back into my plain tee and baggy pants that I came in with.

    I took the back exit and begin to walk home like I usually did after work. I know I shouldn’t be walking home at a time like this. According to Noah, 3 am was “witching hour”. Like I know what the fuck that means.

    The apartment wasn’t too far from the club. It was only a few blocks away, so there was nothing to really worry about. Plus this part of town was always busy around this time. 

    Or at least it usually was. It seemed rather empty. A few hooded figures here and there, ignoring my presence.

    I looked up to see a familiar pair of pink shoes tied together wrapped around a power wire, meaning I was home.

    Those shoes were mine.

    When I was younger, I had a hard time remembering where I lived and would often get lost on the way home. Nothing worked. That’s when I decided the best thing for me to do is have something to stand out in front of the apartment.

    That’s when little Noah took it upon herself to grab my old light up princess shoes, tie the laces together and throw them up there against my wishes.

    I cried so much that day. I loved those damn shoes more than I loved anything at that point. But now I remember where my house is.

    Near the powerline was a run-down apartment complex. My home. The streetlights were dim, so it was hard to see. About 10 cars were parked in the driveway, none of which I knew the owner of. Well, that’s a lie. I knew the owner of one car.

    The car parked the furthest away. A black 1970 Dodge Challenger. It shined as bright in the sunlight and the moonlight. I didn’t know much about cars, but the owner sure did and loved that car more than anything in the world. And I knew that because he was a good friend.

    It was almost 4. So, I’m sure he’ll be down the stairs in three...two...one.

    “Y/N! Hey!” A voice coming near the complex shouted. I turned my head to see just who I was looking for. His bright bunny smile could be seen from meters away.

    “Bobby, good morning,” I greeted. He jogged over to me, a white towel wrapped around his shoulders, his hair damped. He wore a muscle tee that matched the towel and a pair of worn blue jeans. “Is the towel for your hair or your...baby?”

    Bobby let out a laugh, “My baby, of course.”

    He always referred to his car as his baby. Bobby lives in the apartment across the hall from mine. We met when he was moving in. He moved in about two or so years ago. He tells me he was from the state of Virginia in the states. He’d tell me lots and lots of stories about it and how he’d take me there after I graduated.

    “You just getting off of work?” He asked.

    “Yeah, I had a really long night and I have a massive headache so I need to lay down,” I answered, putting a hand to my forehead, “It was really good seeing you again, Bobby.”

    “You too, Y/N,” He smiled. 

    I waved goodbye heading inside of the apartment complex, only to stop as I heard Bobby call my name once more. I looked over my shoulder, “Yeah?”

    “I’ve had a lot of free time in the shop so I’ve been working on cars, you know?”

    I raised an eyebrow, turning to him and folding my arms across my chest, “You’ve always been a handyman. What kind of car is it?”

    He grinned with glee. He always smiled when I showed interest in his works. Why? I had absolutely no idea. But it was adorable. “It’s a 1965 white mustang. It’s a nice car and when I’m finished with it, it’ll be a great car done by yours truly.”

    “You’ve got to let me see it some time then,” I smirked.

    “Of course, you’ll get to see it when it’s yours.”

    My eyes widened as my body tensed up slightly, “Mine? You high or something?”

    “No dummy. I said what I said. I’m fixing up that mustang for you and I’ll give it to you for when you graduate college in a few months,” He scratched the back of his head.

    I shook my head at him jokingly, “You don’t need to get me a car as a graduation present. Your friendship is enough.”

    “TAKE THE CAR,” I heard a violent whisper from up the stairs. I was sure Bobby heard it too. I turned back around to see Noah and Shieon wrapped in each other’s arms, staring at me with an equally surprised look. 

    They dashed back toward the house, making Bobby laugh.

    “I’ll kill both of them when I get inside. I’ll see you later Bobby.”

    “Yeah...catch you later. I’ll have your car finished soon.”

    “I don’t need a car. Keep your hard work or sell it to someone who will drive it.”

    “You’re getting the car.”

    “Bye, Bobby!”

    “Bye, Y/N!”

    I rushed up the stairs, heading to the apartment. 

    Apartment 83.

    I unlocked the door and shut it behind me, seeing Noah and Shieon standing in the hallway while Mom sat at the kitchen table with a magazine in one hand and a mug in the other. She picked her head up to look to me, “Good morning, Y/N. Have fun talking to your boyfriend?”

    “Not you too, Mom. For the last time, Bobby and I are friends. Just friends and nothing more than friends. End of discussion.”

    Shieon looked to me with a small devilish grin, before sticking her tongue out at me. Noah mouthed a familiar song I knew all too well from the shapes of her mouth. 

    I flipped my middle finger toward her on the side of me, making sure Mom didn’t see it. Noah rolled her eyes, returning the finger back to me. Mom cleared her throat, glaring between the two of us, making Noah let out a whine and return to her room.

    “Why are Noah and Shieon both up? It’s a school night,” I mentioned, grabbing a chair and flipping it around and sitting in it, resting my chin on the top rail, making her sigh. “Must you sit like that right now. It’s not ladylike. Now I see where Shieon is picking it up from.”

    “You know you love me, Mom,” I teased.

    “Yeah, I do love you. Hell, I better love you. You gave me the most trouble during pregnancy. Getting you here was a miracle,” She mentioned before taking my hand into hers with a grin, “I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to say thank you for all that you’ve done for me and the girls. I know you refuse to tell me what job you have and where your money is coming from, hopefully it’s nothing illegal.”

    “It’s nothing illegal, Mom. I promise. And no I’m not selling drugs nor am I selling my body so please don’t worry about me,” I reassured her.

    I watched her smile drop into a frown, as she looked down at the kitchen table, unable to look at me in the eyes, “I lost one of my jobs yesterday. I was going to tell you but I just didn’t know how to.”

    I couldn’t believe it. We were barely surviving with the money Woong was barely giving to me every other week. “Your secretary job? Mom, please tell me it’s not your secretary job. That’s the one you got the most money from.”

    She didn’t answer me, just sniffling.

    “Mom, why didn’t you tell me? I could have asked my boss for a double shift since I’m barely getting shifts now and I have some time to kill after my exams since I―”

    “Y/N please let me finish,” She interrupted me, picking her head and looking into my eyes with THAT look. I knew that look.

    “Mom...what did you do?” I questioned.

    She squeezed my hand in hers, “I plead with my boss to keep my job. I told him that I would do anything. He had a proposition. I could have my job back if I agreed to give one of you away to his son to marry.”

    “You what?” I asked, my voice trembling, tears forming in my eyes, “You’re kidding right, Mom? Don’t play with me like that. That’s not funny!”

    Her face didn’t change, she wasn’t joking. There was no way she was joking. She’d never joke about something like this. Who the fuck would joke about something so fucking serious?! 

    She continued, “I refused. I didn’t want to. I didn’t even know who his son was. Nor would I do that to both you and Noah. But his son came in and I saw the devil in his eyes. He held up the picture I kept on my desk and told me, ‘This one. I’ll marry her. If she’s not by my side as my wife in three weeks then I’ll have her head hanging on my wall and her body resting in my bedroom.’ I was so terrified.”

    “Mom, the picture you have on your desk was a family picture of the four of us...who did he point to?”

    She stayed silent. I stood up from the table in anger, “WHO DID HE POINT TO?!”

    “He pointed to you, Y/N.”


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