for some reason the photo made me really wide but whatever

mooosicaldreamz  asked:

first off, i want to say that i legitimately love every single one of your supercorp fics and have read them perhaps way too many times. in particular, i've read fall A TON. so you're great and i hope writer's block enjoys the ass kicking you're gonna give it. second, if you've got the upper hand on writer's block and want to, i've got a prompt: supercorp and doing charity work? or legit anything you come up with. i will take anything.

It was funny how utterly inconspicuous a hairnet could make one look. All the make up and hoodies and caps pulled down low in the world have not been able to do what an apron, a pair of latex gloves, and a simple hairnet have been able to do.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who could waste money like that could surely hire someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services entirely.  

And yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.

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a fragment | (m)

• pairing: kim seokjin x reader, warlock! seokjin
• genre/warnings: supernatural, smut, some type of fluff, angst
• words: 22,361
→ summary: Who’s the mysterious guy that’s just appeared in your life and plagued your dreams? He’s been showing up ever since your “friends” convinced you to do a ouija board in the old, creepy house that looks over your town. Your brain tells you to be afraid of him, but your heart tells you something different… Why aren’t you scared of him? You’re intrigued by the handsome stranger, and you want to get to know him better…even if it proves fatal…or eternal

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Good Kitty

Also on AO3
Chronologically follows “Nightmare Fuel,” but can stand on its own. 

Marinette twirled around, feeling the fabric swing around her legs as it swirled around her.

“Slow it down just a little,” Chat suggested.  "Purrfect.“

His praise made her heart beat a little faster.  Their photoshoot in the evening sunlight of the middle of summer wasn’t the only reason she was warm

"Keep the smile and when I tell you to freeze, I want you to just stop spinning,” he said.  "Got it?“

"Better hurry up before I tip over,” she replied.

“Aaaand… Freeze!”

The skirt of the dress obeyed the laws of physics and continued wrapping around her before eventually swaying back like a pendulum.  The world still seemed to spin around her, and she was relieved to feel his steadying arm around her her a moment later.  "Oooooh.  Sooooo dizzy.“  She laughed.

"I’d like to do a couple more of those to be sure I really captured the swing of the fabric,” he said, brushing his lips against her forehead.  "But you won’t have to twirl so long for those.“

"You’re really good at this stuff,” she said, slipping her arms around his waist, and blinking up at him as Paris continued to rock and sway in her distorted vision.

“Uhhh… I am?” he seemed genuinely surprised.

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Photograph || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jookyunhoe

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Angst

The sound of silence surrounded the two of you, creating a tension neither of you could find the courage to break. It had been happening more often than not lately, and the idea that something may have been wrong scared you more than anything. The idea that maybe something had gone wrong in this relationship and you wouldn’t be able to fix whatever it was.

Jungkook had barely spoken a word to you today, and you didn’t understand why. There was nothing that you had done lately that you thought would bother him, but apparently it was something big. The only time you ever saw him in the past few days was when he was either coming home from dance practice of leaving to go. Early in the mornings, it was only fifty percent of a chance that you would be able to see Jungkook before he left.

You were sat on one side of the couch, and he sat on the other. Not a single sound could be heard besides the television lightly playing in the background. You wanted to say something, and it was itching at the inside of your brain but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t force out the words. You were able to open your mouth and let out the thoughts that were slowly taking over your mind.

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Plow Me

Because I’m self indulgent

In my defense, @secretschuylersister started it [And yes, it is based off of The Tag, her Legendary tag, id you could not tell by the title]

Pairing: Lin x reader (I think? I mean, it kind of turned out more Daveed x readerish. I was thinking that if people actually like this, I might do a second part and put more Lin in it… Unless y’all want it to be a Daveed fic? That works too.)

Warnings: probably OOCish characters (Taylor included? Not sure if she swears… Never mind yes she does) Sexual references, hardcore shipping, fangirl Daveed, some swearing (okay, lots of swearing) - that’s it, I think

Summary: The Hamilcast finds out about something that they maybe shouldn’t have

Note: Special thanks to @timeforhamilton who let me send this for her for advice and encouraged me to keep going, @secretschuylersister for answering my questions for “research” and @on-written-wings for her oh-so-helpful Industrial Revolution list! If you haven’t met any of them, check them out! They’re all hilarious, kind, wonderful, too great for this world awesome! :)


“You’re joking.”

“Do it.”


“But why not?” Daveed pressed.

“Because it’s creepy!” Anthony defended. “Why would I look up Lin?”

“Trust me, the results are very amusing.”

“How exactly would you know that, Diggs?”

“I’ll give you three guesses… And ten dollars if you do it.”

Anthony sighed, folding under the promise of money for his troubles.

Daveed grinned, letting out a fist pump into the air.

“The things I do for you people…” Anthony breathed, even as he pulled his laptop closer to him, Google already getting up and running.

His fingers began to lazily drift over the keys, but after a few seconds, they stopped, a smirk curling on his face as his eyebrows lifted further.

“Oh, Diggs, you were right.”

“Why? What’d you find?” Daveed asked eagerly, moving so he could see the screen, eager for the scoop on something he might’ve missed.

Sitting there, all too innocently in the search bar, were the unfinished words Lin-Manue.

In the drop down list of frequent searches just below it, from the bottom up, it went lin-manuel miranda net worth, lin-manuel miranda drunk history, lin-manuel miranda moana, lin-manuel miranda, and, at the very top of the list, securing it’s spot as the most searched topic with his name on it, lin-manuel miranda plow me.

The two shared a mischievous look, devious grins slowly growing on their faces.

It took all of two seconds for them to silently agree, and immediately afterwards, Anthony had furiously clicked the first option, repeatedly doing so until the next page had loaded.

Scrolling down, he murmured, “So, Tumblr is the blue void from whence this came, eh? Let’s see if we can find out where this started…”

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Can’t We Make it Up to You?

Anonymous asked: Can you please do a threesome smut with Jimin x reader x V? Also can the story line be you are working on a group project at your house ?? Pleaseeee 💜

Warnings: SMUT, just some nasty threesome smut, language you know the drill

Note: THIS IS REALLY LONG FOR ME,  ,95 line, ouch (why do i picture 95 line like the twins from ouran….so mischievous.. ) this was so fun tho THIS IS A LOT OF SMUT OKAY

Originally posted by hana-mori-posts

“Guys, can you listen for like five seconds? We really need to finish this, I don’t want to be stuck procrastinating and doing it the night before its due, I actually want it to be good.”

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Now you know it all

This is my take on modern au serial killer Ivar for the Friday Night Heathen Army Game. Naturally this is pretty dark but nothing really bad actually happens. Only warnings for blood and mention of murder and violence. I hope you all enjoy…


„I’m so sorry I can’t come, but I have to throw in a night shift to finish my biology paper. Maybe we can go next week?” Your best friend asked in an apologetic voice.

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow at the uni then.” You said, hanging up your phone.

You regretted having told Ivar that you had no time tonight because you were having a girls’ night. Instead of going out for dinner with your boyfriend you would now spend the evening home alone.

Well, we will see about that, you thought and picked your phone back up, dialing Ivar’s number. You pulled a face when the call went straight to voice mail. Determined not to spend the evening watching tv and eating too much ice cream, you grabbed your car keys.

After the twenty minute drive to Ivar’s place you had to face yet another disappointment. The driveway was empty, his car nowhere to be seen. You decided to knock the door anyways, but weren’t too surprised that you got no answer. Unsure of what to do with yourself now, you sat down on the stairs to the front porch. You hadn’t been waiting for longer than ten minutes when a car pulled into the driveway. You squinted your eyes against the headlights but smiled as you recognized it as Ivar’s. Your boyfriend of almost a year opened the door and fiddled with his crutches and as always you felt the urge to assist him but by now you knew better than that.

“Where have you been? I tried to call.” You asked and Ivar looked up in surprise, he obviously hadn’t noticed you before and even in the darkness of the driveway you could see a slight scowl cross his face. He didn’t look too happy to see you here. But after a few moments he had himself back under control and his features softened.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“Remember that I told you about girls’ night?” He nodded. “Well, that went out of the window. So I thought maybe we could spend some time.” You said, getting up and wrapping your arms around him to greet him.

You felt him hesitate for a moment before he shifted his weight to rest on one of crutches and wrap the other arm around you. You were used to Ivar having his moods and dark moments, but something seemed off today.

“Is everything alright?” You whispered into his shoulder.

By the way he tensed you could tell that it wasn’t.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

It was only then that you noticed some wetness against your chest. You slowly pulled away from him and gasped in shock as you found your crème shirt stained in red.

“Ivar?” You asked half in shock, half in confusion.

He didn’t say anything and just looked at you, his eyes hard and his jaw clenched. You reached out your hand and placed it against the dark hoodie he was wearing, it was soaked and your hand came back as bloody as your shirt. A wave of panic hit you.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He avoided your gaze. “Ivar, please. Talk to me!” You wined.

“I’m not hurt. There’s nothing you need to worry about.” He still wasn’t looking at you.

“But where is all that blood coming from? Please tell me what happened.” With the amount of blood on his hoody something terrible must have happened and it hurt you that he did not want to talk to you about it. “Ivar, please.” You tried again.

As he finally looked up, the coldness in his eyes almost made you take a step back. “You don’t want to know anything about this, believe me.”

“I do. I don’t want you to keep secrets from me.”

He gave you a crooked smile that looked half amused and half painful. “Y/N, do us both a favor and go home and forget about this evening.” He paused and his expression turned into sincere sadness. “Maybe it’s for the best if you forget about me as well.”

You felt your heart sink, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to give up this easily. “Please don’t do this. Don’t shut me out. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“Don’t you get it?” Ivar yelled, his face turning into a mask of anger. “I’m trying to protect you. Once you’re in this there’s no way out. You don’t want that! You don’t want me! So get the hell out of here!”

You were shaken by his outburst. He scared you when he was like this, face cold, eyes dark and blazing, his who body radiating such a menace that all your instincts told you to follow his advice and run.

You swallowed hard and placed a shaking hand on his cheek. “Whatever this is, we will go through it together. This is scaring me to shits, Ivar, but as long as you’re with me I can handle everything. I love you. I will not leave, you can’t make me.”

His eyes widened at your confession, but then he shook his head. “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn, woman?” He placed his hands on both sides of your face and looked into your eyes. “Are you sure about this? As I said, there will be no turning back.”

His icy blue eyes bored into yours and you felt a shiver go down your spine. What were you getting yourself into?

You took a deep calming breath and nodded and without another word Ivar turned to the front door and started to fiddle with his keys. He opened the door and looked back at you. “Last chance to run.”

The way he said it sent another cold shiver through your body, but you straightened yourself and shook your head.

You followed him into the house and to your surprise he opened the door that led into the basement. So many days you had spent in this house but not once had you opened this door, there had been no reason to. There was a single naked light bulb above your head but it only offered a dim twilight and the stairs in front of you seemed to lead into a dark nothingness. You knew it was stupid but this place really scared you and you wondered what it was that Ivar wanted to show you down there. Your unease grew into a feeling of pure terror when Ivar locked the door behind him. You looked at him with wide eyes but he only gestured for you to follow him, his face completely unmoved.

Despite of his crutched Ivar went down the stairs with ease and you followed close behind, wishing you could grab his hand.

“Why are we going down here?” You asked as you couldn’t bear the silence and longer.

“You said that you wanted to know. I will tell you everything. I will show you everything.” It was a simple statement but for some reason it sounded like a thread.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs Ivar disappeared into the darkness and you were about to panic as all of a sudden the room lit up. It was just another dim light bulb, but by now your eyes had adjusted to the twilight. The room was almost empty, the only furniture consisted of an old desk and a chair in front of it, but what really draw your attention were the walls. They were full of photos, maps, notes and pins. You went over to have a better look. The photos showed people you had never seen before and each of them had a long note hanging underneath. Ivar watched you with an almost curious expression as you crossed the room to look at another wall that had mainly newspaper clippings. The articles were about different cases of murder, you had heard about some of them in the news, but hadn’t really paid attention. Now a dark suspicion crept into your mind but you still refused to believe it.

You turned back to Ivar. “What is this?” You asked, desperate to hear an explanation that made the terrible premonition that was forming in your head go away.

“It’s what I do.” He simply said, sounding completely calm.

So it was true.

“You mean you…” You gulped. “You… killed those people?”

He nodded and you had to look away, you couldn’t keep eye contact, this was just too much to take in. Ivar – your sweet Ivar – had killed all these people. The thought made you feel sick and you had to lean against the wall.

“But… why?” Your tongue was dry as the desert all of a sudden and you had trouble even forming any words.

Ivar’s face was still unmoved as he answered. “They all played a part in the murder of my parents. And one by one I hunt them down and give them what they deserve. I won’t stop as long as a single one of them is still breathing.”

You flinched as his fingers closed around your jaw. He forced your face up so that you looked him into the eyes. “Now you know it all.”

You almost whished he hadn’t told you, but it was your own fault, he had warned you and you hadn’t listened.

You swallowed hard. “What happens now?” Your voice was trembling with fear and you weren’t sure if you really wanted to hear the answer. Until today you had always felt save in Ivar’s presence, but the man in front of you wasn’t the Ivar you knew anymore. Everything has changed and you had no idea what this man was capable of. Your whole body was shaking as he let go of your face.

“For now? Nothing.” He said with a shrug, but then he leaned closer to you until his face was only inches away from yours. “As long as you keep quiet and never forget that I won’t allow you to walk away with that knowledge.”

Title: Just A Dream (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader as terrible nightmares, which leaves them wandering around Stark Tower late at night. Luckily, Peter Parker is there to protect from the bad dreams.

Word Count: 1608

Warnings: Nightmares

A/N: I actually love this so much ugh so so so cute LOL. I want Peter Parker to comfort me when I have bad dreams (@ tom holland) I hope you enjoy!

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Alright, so I’m back home. Totally drained after all the excitement (hello, introvert!), so don’t expect any coherent summary of what happened yesterday. Above you can see my “spoils” of the day, but the best parts were of course the interactions.

There was SO MUCH Sherdario and Jalec love, it was unreal! Between the two of us @rebelqueenss and I covered all things Matt & Dom that happened Saturday.

The most important things to take away: Don’t let anyone tell you that Matt and Dom wouldn’t take bullets for each other! Seeing them together and hearing one talk about the other is a gift I will always be grateful for. They’re so comfortable with each other, and they genuinely love and respect one another so much - it made me so happy to witness.

Also, Dom is an unabashed Jalec shipper, while Matt knows exactly what’s going on in fandom and operates under the principle of “Do whatever makes you happy!” (Those were his exact words to me personally after I told him that I ship Jalec, so yeah, he’s not disgusted by anything, because he’s a fucking grown-up.)

If you have any questions about anything that happened yesterday, hit me up, I’ll try to answer as best I can!

Because you can’t really read it: Dom wrote #Jalec onto the picture, and he enjoyed it very much. *g* And Matt was smiling so widely for the photo, because he started laughing when I’d told them that it made my day when Dom was announced. Either he remembered me as the Jalec shipper from the autograph session or he just liked the fact that I was giving Dom some love. Both options are alright with me.

And yes, there’s a reason I defaced the picture with a smiley face, but that’s between Matt and me. ;) 


A/N: lmao i wrote something bc school has started and im inactive af and i dont want to lose my audience enjoy. also idk what to title this it’s so ??? drabblish 

Summary: dan sees a picture of phil he had no intention of seeing and it ruins his life in a positive way. also punk/pastel trope bc im dead inside. this isn’t meant to be a true testimony to my writing capabilities in case you realize how sloppy it is 

Words:  1722

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Title: Blending in (Part 4 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Tony finds out that Steve has become suspicious of the Reader and tries to convince them that blending in would be better

Word Count: 2285

Warnings: Fluff!!!

A/N: I love this part SO MUCH I might cry? Let me know if you like this series :) I also decided that I’m going to include songs that inspired a part/just fit with the story, I hope you enjoy and happy friday! song.


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MC Drawing When Missing RFA

Anonymous said:
how would the rfa react to mc being a really good drawer? Like they find drawings of them in her book, but it turns out, she drew them when she really missed them, and there are alot of drawings. like over 50 or something.

(I was supposed to write this ten years ago WHOOPS -L)

He would have found all of these drawings on accident. He was just going through the things in the shared bedroom, when he saw their sketchbook. He knew better than to pry and start going through it when you weren’t even home but the one piece of paper that fell out of it caught his interest. He put down the sketchbook, eyes scanning over the paper until he realized it was a drawing of him. Glancing back at the book, he saw the other loose sheets of paper and curiosity finally overtook him. 

Within the sketchbook were drawings of plants, and objects but one thing that really stood out to him was the fact that there were so, so many different drawings of him. Some photos were taped in as a reference, and some had short little captions. Upon closer inspection, he saw that there was a bit of water damage, the stained spots reminiscent of tears. Instantly, he felt his eyes water and he thought back to the past couple of weeks. He had become so overwhelmed with rehearsals and he was barely home. The only times he was, he just ate, showered, then went to sleep. 

When you came home that night, he’d tell them what he found, asking them if you had missed him that much. When you reluctantly answered yes, he’d hold them close to him, apologizing profusely. He’d try his best to get more time off, or find some way to spend time with them, whether it be sending them texts all throughout the day, or telling them to come visit him on set.

She found out when one day she had asked to see your sketchbook. You had forgotten that you had a whole bunch of drawings of her from the times when she had to stay late and work for Jumin. You had just been reading a book silently beside her as she flipped through the pages. Each drawing of her was amazing, and she felt as though you had exaggerated her features a bit, making her look more beautiful than she was (okay lets be honest Jaehee’s really pretty). When she finished flipping through everything, she turned to you.

“Are these…of me?” At that your wide eyes as you made haste to grab the book back from her, she realized that it was. She’d ask you why you were drawing so many pictures of her and once you admitted that it was because you had missed her so much, she’d instantly feel even worse. She knew that she spent a lot of time working because of Jumin, but she didn’t know just how lonely you felt. She’d hug you, a rare initiation of affection on her part and apologize, beginning to try and plan a way to spend more time with you, and convince Jumin to get her some time off.

He found your drawings after mistaking it for one of his assignments (he’s sleep deprived and unfocused as all hell okay). Once he realized that that drawing wasn’t the photo he was supposed to be analyzing, he’d head off to return it to you, recognizing your art style when he realized that it was a drawing of him. He grinned, thinking that you had just gotten bored one day and made a one-off doodle of him. He had to admit, that was a pretty intense doodle though, you had obviously put in a lot of effort. 

Once he found you and gave it to you, he headed back to his desk, ready to work when you walked in behind him. He wasn’t really expecting you, but he considered your presence to be a pleasant surprise, so he didn’t mind it. Unlike the others, he didn’t find out about your multitude of drawings so you had decided to come clean (because come on, wouldn’t you feel a bit awkward drawing a whole bunch of pictures of someone without telling them) and told him that you wanted to speak with him. 

The moment you told him that you felt as though he he was neglecting you for his games some nights, he felt his heart break. Sure, he knew that his obsession with LOLOL had become really bad recently, but he thought he was just having a little relapse and that it would be fine in a couple of days. He didn’t really think that he was ignoring you that much. Instantly, he’d begin to try and lessen his habit, wanting to make sure that you didn’t feel that lonely anymore. However, he does enjoy looking at the drawings from time to time. Ask him to pose for you and he gets SO flustered and shy about it though!

He found the drawings after he mistakenly took a folder of your drawings along with his paperwork. He had pulled out said folder, intending to review some of the numbers when he saw the drawings. The second his eyes were laid on them, he paused. He didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, the drawings were all gorgeous in his opinion. One the other, there must have been a reason as to why you drew him. He wanted to know exactly what that was. 

Once he walked through the door of your shared home, he went to find you. He sat beside you, drawing your attention in a subtle manner. He’d give you back the folder, prompting you to explain. When he heard your reasoning, he’d apologize for being so busy, and swear to make it up for you, booking a vacation for you as soon as he could, for as long as he could. He did end up making it up to you ;)))))

He was trying to find something to do to pass the time while he waited for some things to load when he spotted your sketchbook out of the corner of his eye. He decided that a quick flip through it wouldn’t hurt, so he began to quickly skim the drawings until he realized that a lot of them were of him. He opened the book fully, entranced by the way your pencil captured his likeness. He didn’t know what to make of it, and so he just kinda…sat there…shocked for a while until he decided to go bug you about it. 

Hearing you tell him that it was because you missed him and drawing him made the loneliness ebb away a bit made him emotional. He hugged you tightly, apologizing and telling you that he’d ditch his work, just for you. You ended up talking him out of skipping work and convinced him to just go cuddle with you after he finished doing whatever he did. He managed to break a personal record of his because he just really wanted to hold you close and apologize.

We Intertwined: Ch. 10

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 9 | AO3 | Chapter 11
Word Count: 1,684

Ignis jolted awake, cold sweat dotting his brow. He was in an unfamiliar bed, he realized. He glanced around the room. There was no way it was a hospital—he’d become familiar with them throughout his childhood, and the sterility of those hallways always made Ignis uncomfortable.

Instead, he was in a bed that was just too small for the length of his legs. The walls were painted pink, and there were moogle plushies that lined a few shelves. They sat alongside some books that looked to be about the reading level of a young child, just older than a toddler. Ignis recognized a few from his own childhood, staples that his mother had purchased for him and read to him before tucking him in at night.

There were drawings pinned to the walls—some were scribbled in with crayon, some were filled in with broad strokes of paint. The colours were bright and gaudy, with fingerprint smudges throughout. But there was one drawing that was bigger than the rest that caught Ignis’ eye.

It was of two girls, one who was taller with a long, blue braid, and the other who was much smaller with dark hair past her shoulders, holding hands with smiles on their faces.

Ignis was in Clara’s room.

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Getting married to your best friend had always been your dream ever since you were little.

Today that was becoming a reality as you were to soon be wed to harry styles.

You and harry had know each other since birth and you fell in love at 18

You have been with his though thick and thin.

Through everything you had stood by his side.

You got along with the boys and his family as he did your’s and you couldn’t be happier when they accepted him

When you were 20 harry asked you to marry him

Now 2 years later you are in your dressing room getting ready to walk down the Isle to officially be harry’s.

“Stay still love” your mother said as she did your hair while harry’s mother did your makeup

“I cant belive my baby brother has finnaly found the love of his life. Im so happy its you” harry’s sister gemma said as she let atear fall causing both your mother and harry’s mother to cry

“Come one guys, your gonna make me cry!” You said feeling the water works come

“Right cant have you crying on your big day!” Your mother said as she finished your hair

“Done. Now for the dress!” Harry’s mother said helping you out of the chair

Walking over to your dress you smiled at the beautiful detailed lace fishtail gown.

“Its so pretty! Your gonna look amazing in it!” Gemmas little girl’s said

You had given gemma the right to be your maid of honor and her twin girls to be the flower girl’s wich she agreed to

Getting into your dress you sighed and stood infront of the full body length mirrior

Feeling a tear slip down your face a hand grabbed it

“Whats wrong?” Harry’s mother asked as she stood with you

“Are you not happy that your getting married?” Your mother asked as she stood on the other side of you with a confused look

“No. No. Im just really happy that i get to marry someone i love.” You said smiling

“Harry’s going to fall over when he see’s your beauty walk down the Isle” gemma said as she smiled taking a photo of you and your mother’s

A knock at the door was heard and soon your fathers came in along with your brother’s, and zayn, liam, louis and niall.

Harry’s band members had always been apart of your life so you both invited them to the wedding even though the band broke up a while ago

“Wow!” Louis said as he came to you and kissed your cheek and hugged you

You and harry always had a soecial bond with louis so you made him the best man of the wedding

You smiled at him as the others came to you giving you hugs and compliments

“Let’s get this started ay?” Zayn said as he smiled at you

You nodded and soon you began your way down to the doors leading to the backyard (more of a forest) where you would officially become Mrs styles

The boys and girls went ahead and got there selves ready and then went gemma’s girls and your brother’s little boy with the rings

“Ready?” You father asked as you looked at him and linked your arms together

“Ready as ill ever be!” You said smiling causing him to smile

The music began to play signeling you to start walking

As you walked through everyone stood up, you could see your family’s and friend’s all smiling and crying

And then your focus met harry’s.

All you could see was the love of your life, his beautiful figure had a black tux on and his hair styled the way you liked it.

 all your nerves and worries suddenly went out the door as you made it to the end of the walk way.

“Love you” you father said as he kissed your cheek and placed your hand in harry’s

“You look beautiful” harry whispered to you

“You dont look to bad yourself” you grinned at harry causing him to smirk

“Ladies and gentleman today we ar-” you zoned the priest out and looked at harry as he looked at you

You smiled at him causing him to smlie back with his dimpled smile you loved

“Now for the vow’s. Y/n, would you like to go first?” The priest asked you smiled and nodded

“We all know im not good at this so bear with me” you said causing everyone including harry to laugh

Taking a breath you smiled at harry

“You are my best friend. I love you with all my heart and stand here before all of our friends and family, sharing the happiest day of my life. I want nothing more than to share my future with you – my triumphs and my challenges, my joys and my sorrows. Together, I know we can accomplish the life we both dream of living. I promise to love you as much as I love my credit card and not hold your poor fashion sense against you. I will only show you my new clothes during commercial breaks and promise to keep you in the latest Cub fashions. From this day forward, I will make sure your lucky shirt is washed for every game day, and will have plenty of potato chips on hand. I will love you for richer or poorer, as long as our credit limit stays high.
I, y/n, take you, harry, to be my awful wedded husband, to have and to scold, from this day fast forwarded for better but not worse, for richer, and poorer, forget sickness only in health, to loathe and to cherish, till suspicious death do we part.”

Everyone laughed and cried at your spech/vow and you could see your father and harrys laughing along with harry

“Y/f/n y/l/n, from this day forward I promise to be worth it. Worth the time. Worth the trip. Worth the energy. Worth the embarrassment. Worth your love. I promise that you will always count. You will always come first, and of course, if you don’t for whatever reason, I will buy you some shoes. From the moment you entered my world, you have filled it with life, colour and energy like never before … like kool-aid in a mud puddle … or a cupcake in a salad … or a rose garden in a junk yard. You are my rose, y/f/n y/l/n, and I promise to devote my life to being your dirt.
I, harry, promise to count every penny that comes into our grasp, and account for it using two-column ledgers and everything your accountant has done previously. I promise to love you, y/n, unconditionally, in sickness and in health, till death do us part, even when you feel the need to accessorize with $400 shoes.”

Harry’s speach/vow caused you to laugh and cry along with everyome else

“The ring’s” the priest said as your brothers son handed you the ring’s having harry shake his hair in a pat

Sliding the rings on each other you smiled happily with wide grins on your faces

“I now pronouce you husband and wife, you may jow kis-” the priest didnt even get to finish his sentence before harry had you dipped and your lips attached to his

This of course made everyone laugh and cheer as loud as they could

Steadying you on your feet harry smiled at you as he grabbed your hand and you made your way out the door and into the car

Arriving at the venue harry helped you out the car and held your hand in his as you were cheered and flowers were thrown on you as you made your way to the seats

As everyone got seated your family along with harry’s stood up and gave a small speach and then sang a song causing you and harry to groan and laugh

After the emotional speach from your parent’s and gemma, louis stood up to the stage along with the rest of the boy’s

“Hello?” Niall said into the mike causing everyone to laugh

“Ah its working…ah…okay so we would like to make a speach or toast whatever you prefer to the newly married couple” niall said holding his glass up as he said

Liam stepped up to the mike as they all looked lost causing you and harry to laugh

“We are the groomsmen and best man of the bride and groom. We are here today to celebrate the love that pur two best friend’s share” liam started out causing you to smile

“I met harry in high school. He got an A. I got a D. It was great.” Louis said causing everyone to laugh

“Ive had an amazing bond with harry and y/n and ive known them all my life. Ive watched them grow and learn. I mean I’ve even watched harry constantly practice in the mirror of how he was going to ask y/n out.” One again you laughed a little to loudly as what louis said

“I’ve known y/n and harry for 5 years now and let me tell you it absolutely horror when they are together” zayn Said making everyone laugh including you and harry

“Weve know known harry and y/n for about 6 or 7 years now?” Niall asked as he looked at you and harry causing you to nod

“I wouldn’t know seeing as its been torture having them around all those years.” Niall said causing you to laugh

“All and all though. We’re exstreamly proud at how far the couple have come in life.” Liam said

“I mean they got married before any of us so that’s and achievement” louis butted in causing you to laugh

“Were greatful for having you both be two of our very best mate’s and were so pleased to be a part or not only your wedding night but your life. We honestly couldn’t have asked for a better woman to be a part of all our lives and are greatful for her advice when we dont know how to deal with our own women.” Liam said causing everyone to laugh

“We love you t/n!!” They all yeleld making you smile and blow them a kiss

“And as for harry its been great having you mate.” They said with no emotion and went to walk off the stage

“Hey!” Harry said with fakr hurt causing everyone to laugh

“Nah were joking hazza. We love you with all out heart and its been amazing to have you apart of not onky our lives but the band. Speaking of ehich i think we have one alst song to sing right?” Louis asked causing harry to mod amd kisss you and walk on stage

“Woah, were do i start hey” harry said as he stood in front of the mike causing everyone to laugh

“Let me just say that i am truly thankful for you all in being a a part of mine and my wife’s, y/n, journey and thank you for being a part of our wedding night. Y/n, baby i want to say thank you for making me the happiest man alive and for putting up with all my crap. I realize that I’ve never really shown my love to you so im going to do it tonight in the only way i know how and that’s through song. Please give it up for my mates and for my beautiful wife!” Harry said causing everyone to cheer

“This song is called 18 and its dedicated to the love of my life, y/n.”

( )

Throughout the whole song harry’s eyes never left your’s as he sung to you with so much love and passion

At the end of the song you were in tears, happy tears. Clapping you ran to harry and kissed him causing him to wrap his arms around you and kiss you back smiling

“I love you” harry said grinning at you

“I love you too” you said smiling and scrunching your nose as he kissed it causing him to laugh.

Throughout the whole night Laugher and cheer was shared along with passion and love and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

stay awake // / ao3

The next morning, Mikasa is awoken by the sensory assault that is Sasha whipping into her room, a tornado of shampoo smell and the distinct floral aroma of her friend’s favorite tanning lotion. The lack of light filtering in through her thin curtains suggests either one of the overcast days not atypical of Trost in the fall, or Sasha’s complete lack of regard for an early morning grace period (as the brunette flopped onto her bed and shook long hair free of its towel, Mikasa decided to settle on a bit of both).


Sasha tossed her towel into the doorway, and began to finger comb the ends of her hair.


With a groan and a rustling of sheets, Mikasa sat up before blearily flipping her roommate the bird. Sasha only laughed, and flicked damp fingers her way, grin almost too big to fit on her face.

“Have you checked your phone yet?”

Mikasa gestured to the state of her sheets,

“clearly not, Sasha.”

Her irritatingly awake friend only grinned and gave a shrug before gesturing towards Mikasa’s phone.

It was too early in the morning to mount a proper resistance against Sasha, and checking her phone was an easy enough task, so it was with no complaint (save for a roll of her eyes) that Mikasa reached for her cell. Generally speaking, Mikasa woke up to a phone lit up only by notifications from Sasha: silly tweets shared at two am, men she found to be particularly cute on whatever dating app she was currently perusing at three thirty (when did the girl sleep?). Once in a while there were texts from her mother, or emails from her professor during the semester; it was quiet, predictable.

However this morning, nestled among the tweets from Sasha, and an email from the University bookstore, was one bright little direct message notification.

“He slid into my DMs.” Mikasa mused, shuffling to sit up a little straighter in her sheets.

Sasha grinned sharply, and scrambled into the center of the bed to peer at the phone screen over her shoulder, heedless of her damp towel or the drip of her hair onto the screen.

“Wow,” the pair sat in awe, two sets of eyebrows creeping up as Mikasa unlocked the phone to properly look at the message, “he literally sent a picture of a slide to you.”

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Monotony - Prologue (Jungkook ver.)

Originally posted by ofzico

Prologue - Hyungwon ver. | Prologue - Jungkook ver.

Genre: angst, smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Hyungwon x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You’re bored, so you decide to break up with your boyfriend so that you can live the single life once again. But you quickly realize that it’s not worth it.

Two years ago…

Hyungwon was gone. It wasn’t that bad at first. He still called you and texted you when he could. But after about two months, the calls and texts stopped coming. And you didn’t want to come across as desperate. So you didn’t reach out to him even though you could’ve. He wouldn’t have rejected you.

He called you on FaceTime when he got to Chicago. He said, “Don’t be too upset. We can always get back together when I come back, you know. We can pick up where we left off…”

And you said, “I’ll wait for you.”

“Will you?”

You nodded confidently. “I definitely will.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“I know.”

“We’ll see, right?”


You met Jungkook through your roommate. He was someone she had a group project with. They became friends, kind of like how you and Hyungwon did.

You met him the next fall semester, in the cafeteria. You were having lunch with your roommate when she called an unfamiliar boy over. He looked young, a doe-like gaze in his eyes.

“Are you meeting your friends?” your roommate, Lina, asked.

He shook his head. “Nah. They’re all in class now.”

She tapped the table. “Why don’t you sit with us so you don’t have to eat by yourself?” He nodded and sat next to Lina, on the other side of the table. “Y/N, this is Jungkook. He’s in my communications class. We have this group project coming up.”

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

And that’s when things changed. Jungkook started hanging out with you more. He slowly made his way into your group of friends, coming out with you on weekends, hanging out around campus and such.

One day when you were out for drinks and dinner with some friends, Jungkook showed up unexpectedly. Turns out Lina had invited him earlier in the week but he declined, saying that he had other plans. But apparently they got cancelled and, well, here he was. The group ordered a few dishes to share and a couple bottles of soju to start the night off right.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, Lina tagging along to go to the bathroom as well. She started touching up her makeup while you were in the stall.

She said, “So Jungkook told me something the other day.”

“What?” you asked, flushing the toilet and heading over to the sink next to her.

She smirked. “He likes you.”

You raised your eyebrows, running the water. “Really?”

She nodded. “Yeah. You never notice him staring at you?”

You shook your head. “Uh, I guess not.”

“So what do you think of him?”

“He’s okay. He’s cute, I guess.”

Lina rolled her eyes and turned to you. “That’s it? I’m trying to get something going here.”

“I don’t want to date right now.”

“Is it because of Hyungwon? Come on, Y/N. He’s a million miles away in Chicago. And he’s single, tall, and good-looking. He can’t just be there doing nothing. It’s been two months already. He’s probably already moved on.”

You thought about it. Hyungwon wouldn’t lie to you. You spoke to him every now and then. He didn’t call you as often as he used to, but you were grateful for any form of communication you had with him. You didn’t complain about it. He was studying abroad, having a good time. You didn’t want to become the clingy girl who asked a million questions.

“That doesn’t mean that I have to move on right this second.”

Lina shrugged. “You’re right. I just thought I should let you know that he likes you.”

You nodded. “Let’s just get back.”

That night at dinner, you started to notice how often Jungkook would look over at you. And when your eyes met, he’d play it off and smile at you. He was one of those guys that was typically outgoing but shy around people he didn’t know or, in your case, around people he liked.

A couple weeks later, your heart broke. You were scrolling on Instagram one day and saw your ex-boyfriend in a picture with another girl. The caption read, “It’s always a good time with you.” And he even put a heart next to it. Your heart dropped and shattered into a million pieces. Everything changed. First, you felt heartbroken. But then your sadness shifted into anger. Why did he say all of those things to you if he didn’t mean it? Why did he even suggest getting back together later on if he was only going to start seeing some other girls?

It would be different if he didn’t post it on social media. He put it there, for you and for everyone else to see. Did he forget that you followed each other? Did he want you to see? Was he trying to prove something? No, you thought. He wasn’t that kind of person.

Who was this girl? Was he dating her? Was she just some girl? Was she from his school or did he meet her somewhere else? You had no answers to these questions. You wanted to pick up your phone and text him right now. But you hadn’t even spoken to him in over a week, maybe two. He’d been slowly drifting away from you and, clearly, this girl was the reason why.

You examined the picture. They were sitting side by side in a restaurant booth. They must’ve been on a breakfast date or something since it was morning there. Or was it a photo that was already saved in his camera roll? His arm was around her and she was smiling widely, lips painted a dark red. She seemed to wear a good amount of makeup and from what you could see, she was probably curvier than you were. Was this the kind of girl he was into now? It made you feel insecure.

To make matters worse, he tagged her in the picture. You clicked on her profile. According to her bio, her name was Jocelyn Lopez. And she did go to the same school as Hyungwon. And she seemed to be a year younger than him. But that was all the information you gathered since her profile was private.

You tossed your phone down, leaving it on the bed. The phone was the least of your problems, you thought, as you headed toward the convenience store. You needed a drink or several. You were so tuned into your thoughts that you didn’t even hear your name being called. It wasn’t until Jungkook was walking at your side that you realized that he’d been calling you. You stopped, turning to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “I was calling you but you didn’t answer.”

“Ah, sorry.” You shook your head. “I’ve been in a whole other world…”

“Where are you going?”

“To get soju.”

“Are you drinking with Lina? I thought she left for the weekend.”

You shook your head. “No I’m not drinking with her. And yeah, she left this weekend. I’m just going to drink by myself.”

Jungkook frowned. “What? Why?”

You pushed your hair back in frustration. “I’m just…Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll, uh, see you later.”

You started to walk away, until Jungkook grabbed onto your arm to stop you. He said, “You shouldn’t drink by yourself. How about you drink with me instead?”

You shrugged. “Sure. Come on.”

And you headed to the convenience store with him, grabbing four bottles of soju. Two for you and two for him. You declined his offer to pay for the drinks so he bought a bunch of snacks instead because he wasn’t sure if you’d eaten and he didn’t want you to throw up.

It had been a complete coincidence running into you on campus. He’d just come from shopping with his friends and he saw you walking. You looked so lost and sad. He wanted to comfort you and be there for you, whatever it is you were going through.

He liked you. It was hard not to. You were so down to earth and kind and creative. It was fun to be around you and he enjoyed every minute he spent with you. He never really spent time with you alone and he supposed that this was a good opportunity.

As you walked out of the store, bags full of snacks and soju, you said, “Let’s not go back to my dorm. I don’t wanna go back there right now.” You weren’t ready to go back to your phone. You didn’t want to be in your room to think of Hyungwon and the nights spent watching movies and cuddling last year. Instead, you wanted to be somewhere else enjoying the drinks with Jungkook.

“We can go to my place. I live with my brother but he doesn’t care if I have friends over. I’ll walk you back later.”

You nodded. “Lead the way.”

And with that, he shot you a toothy smile. He had a nice smile. His lips were small but they had a beautiful shape. His smile even made you smile. Jungkook really was handsome. You never really looked at anyone younger than you but you found yourself stealing glances at him when he wasn’t looking.

Maybe Lina was right. Maybe you should give Jungkook a chance. You weren’t sure if he knew that you knew how he felt about you. But maybe you should consider him. If Hyungwon wanted to move on, so could you. Right?

You arrived at Jungkook’s building in a few minutes. He didn’t live very far from campus. He led you up the stairs and to the third floor. He opened the door, letting you inside first.

Flipping on the light switch, he said, “I guess he’s not here. He’s probably out with his girlfriend.”

Jungkook put the bottles of soju and the snacks on the table. He grabbed two small shot glasses from the cabinet and set them on the table. You were first to open a bottle, pouring the liquid into the glasses yourself. You took the shot before Jungkook could sit down.

He sat down at the table across from you. “You seem stressed out.”

You started pouring your second shot. The alcohol needed to hit you. And fast. “It’s been a rough day.”

He nodded, taking his shot. He was curious as to what happened but he didn’t want to upset you more than you already were. He wondered what or who could’ve upset you so much that you needed a drink to get you through the night.

You drank. You took one more shot. Then another.

You talked to Jungkook while you drank. He drank with you, asking no questions. The house was silent. His brother seemed to be out and there was no background noise. There was no music playing. No television on in the background. No cellphone notifications from Jungkook’s phone. There was just the pouring of soju and the setting of the glasses on the table.

Jungkook eventually brought the snacks over, a bag of seaweed and a sweet bread snack that you ate fairly often enough for Jungkook to know that you liked it. Eventually he stumbled into the kitchen to make ramen too. You shared it, eating straight out of the pot.

“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah,” you said, stirring the remaining noodles around in the pot with your chopsticks.

“I like you.”

“I know.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You do?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I know.”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to go see a movie together sometime but now I’m not sure if I should…”

“I just…I’m not over my ex. I don’t think I’m ready to date.”

He nodded. “I understand.”

“But maybe I should move on. He seems to have moved on these days…”

“Did something happen?”

“He posted a picture with this girl. I saw it. That’s why I’m upset.”

You picked up the bottle of soju and raised it to your lips. But Jungkook took it away from your grasp. “I don’t think you should drink more.”

You didn’t argue with him. The alcohol was really starting to get to you. You nodded. “Actually I should go back home.” You stood up from the table and nearly fell over.

Jungkook rushed to you to help you get your balance. He held you by your arm, holding you steady. He was pretty tipsy too but he knew that he wasn’t on your level.

“I’ll take you,” he said.

You shook your head. “Nah. I can go myself.”

Jungkook sighed. “It’s one in the morning. I’m not letting you leave here by yourself.”

“Fine.” You started digging through your bag and realized that there was a problem. Your keys definitely weren’t in the bag. And Lina wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. And you weren’t trying to get charged extra money to have an RA let you into your room. Odds are, the RA was still awake. But the last thing you wanted was to piss her off.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, voice laced with concern.

“I left my key in my room…”

Before you could even ask, he said, “Stay here. I don’t mind…”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “You can sleep in my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch. My room is a little messy so don’t laugh.”

“I won’t,” you said, giggling.

Jungkook lead you toward the back of the apartment, to his bedroom. He flipped on the light switch. He was right. There was a mess, mostly the huge pile of shirts on his bed. And the pants all over the floor.

“You couldn’t decide on an outfit?” you asked as he grabbed the clothes and piled them on top of his desk.

Jungkook smiled and said, “I guess you can say that. You can lay down now. Do you want something to sleep in?” You nodded and he rummaged through his drawers for a moment before he pulled out a T-shirt. He handed it to you and left the room while you changed.

His heart raced while he paced back and forth outside of the door. You were here, in his house, and about to spend the night. Sure, you weren’t going to be sleeping in the same bed but you were in his house, in his room, and soon his bed. He could hardly handle it. His thoughts washed around in his mind, back and forth. He was starting to feel the alcohol now, more than before.

You came out of the room, in his old shirt, and flipped your hair. “How do I look?”


Then you did the unthinkable. You walked over and you kissed him. You needed to feel something so you kissed him. You kissed him because you already knew how he felt about you and he wouldn’t reject you. Maybe you were using him to forget about Hyungwon and what you saw earlier. Either way, you kissed him and he kissed back.

As his fingers tangled into your hair and you pulled him closer, he realized that this was wrong. He didn’t want his first kiss with you to be like this. He wanted to take you on a date and kiss you properly. But here he was, kissing you when you were both intoxicated. He pulled away, before things could start getting heated.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, needing his lips on yours.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. I just–we should do this when we’re sober. Kiss me in the morning when you’re sober. Okay?” You nodded, planting a small peck on his lips. “Get some sleep.”

You said, “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Yeah,” he said.

You took his hand in yours, pulling him into the bedroom. And you got in Jungkook’s bed, leaving room for him to slide in next to you. He held you, wrapping his arms around you. And, soon enough you were asleep, your fingers intertwined with his.

Zach Werenski #1 - Skate Date

Anon asked: Hey! Could you write a zach werenski imagine where you guys go on a skate date and you play hockey too?

This is officially my first answered request.  Anon I hope I did your prompt justice! I kind of flip flopped the prompt so that the date came last, I hope that is okay. I also took the liberty of picking OSU because of its closeness to the Nationwide Arena and because Zach went to the University of Michigan. Cute couple rivals? Maybe… 

Being from the north, hockey had always been a huge part of your life. You were four years old the first time a stick touched your hands and you never looked back. For girls though, you understood the serious lack of ability to pursue the sport as a career but when The Ohio State University offered you a full ride to play for their team you readily accepted. You were unfamiliar with Ohio seeing as how you weren’t originally from there but it quickly became home.

A certain tradition existed with your team you soon found out, when after a particularly grueling practice the captain called everyone into a huddle. As a way to get to know the team better and still keep it hockey related, the university had a program set up with the local NHL team; the Columbus Blue Jackets. They sent both the male and female hockey teams tickets to a game and potentially provided the opportunity to meet a select few players. This was all part of their plan to get good press and persuade the local student population to attend their games.

You of course were beyond excited to attend. As a student your budget is pretty limited and while you loved hockey, you couldn’t find it in you to spend your small savings on a ticket. This small stroke of luck, as you fondly remembered it was how you were introduced to your boyfriend; Zach Werenski, a defenseman for the Columbus Blue Jackets.

The game against the Wild had been too close for any of you to relax properly but in the end the Blue Jackets squeaked out a 1-0 win. While the other fans filed out you and your team sat firmly in your seats as instructed and waited for security to find you and escort you to a more private location. No information on who you’d be meeting was revealed and on the walk down you listened to your team discuss who they hoped it’d be. You tuned out of the conversation because if asked you didn’t know if you’d be able to stop yourself from revealing your horrible crush on a certain defenseman. Only your roommate knew of your infatuation and that was because you two practically lived in each other’s pockets with how small the dorms are.

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A Familiar Face

Klaroline Infinity Day 7 - Ideal Endgame Scene

A year, a century, what was time to an immortal? For Caroline, forty years meant love, laughter, fear and grief. With her daughters grown, she’s ready to stop playing it safe and to go looking for the adventures the world once promised.

She had forgotten how lonely it could be, the fate of a vampire. At home, the girls knew exactly who she was and what that meant - but they couldn’t possibly understand the weight of outliving such a phase in her life. Humans went through a handful of these complete shifts, but Caroline was realizing she would have to do this over and over again until she met the wrong end of a pointy stick.

Having buried both Stefan and Alaric years before and signed the Bennett School over to Josie and Lizzie, Caroline decided to take a well deserved retirement trip around the world for her sixty-fifth birthday. She had left a week earlier, kissing the girls at the airport. “I love you, call me every day.”

“Every week,” Josie promised sternly, onlookers probably confused to see a young woman asking her mother to call every day.

Because Caroline didn’t look her nearly sixty-five years; she didn’t look a day over seventeen, and she never would. It was a realization that came in waves, one that hit her again as she flew over the Atlantic to South Africa. The list of postcards and souvenirs she had planned to buy was much too short for someone of her age, but everyone had died or moved on with their very human lives.

The girls, obviously, would receive the brunt of her gifts. Matt never cared for her messages, and Elena didn’t even know who Caroline was anymore. Some of the school’s students kept in touch, but it wasn’t the same.

She was always missing the people she loved, and she wanted someone to miss her.

Shaking her head, Caroline glanced around the plane to distract herself from the morose thoughts. Brass curls caught her attention, but she turned to her book before she could let herself wonder why.

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