i just found it on my photo albums

anonymous asked:

Holy shit I didnt realize I loved dom!V until I went through your blog? Bless. Can I have some dom!V HCs <3

welcome to the dark side, my friend!

i did write something about dom!v punishing mc a while ago that you can read here, but here are some general headcanons about our favorite pastel bean as well (featuring some slight daddy kink bc we all know i’m a slut for that man)


  • You would think he has a weak and submissive personality after everything that happened with Rika, but after you taught him that it was okay for him to stand up for himself and what he wanted, he had slowly gained confidence
  • The first few times you were intimate he was really gentle and constantly asking if you were okay, but as time passed he made sure you knew who was in control 
  • Of course he still made sure that it was consensual, however you couldn’t help but notice that he initiated things more often
  • Previously innocent gestures like neck kisses and the way he held your hips got rougher and more demanding, until the point where he would pin you against something more often than not whenever you made out
  • Despite this, in addition to comments like “you look so pretty on your knees for me, my love” and how he would always tease you with his tongue until you begged him before he ate you out, you still weren’t prepared for the question he presented you in the middle of your cuddle session
  • “Hey princess, can I ask you something? How do you feel about… You know… Handcuffs… And toys? I hope I’m not being too forward, but the thought of you letting me wreck you honestly makes me so hard I can barely control myself…”
  • As you felt his warm breath against your neck and his hardening crotch against your backside, you had to admit to yourself that he was the actual definition of “gentleman in the street, beast in the sheets” and that you found the idea of letting him completely dominate you really appealing
  • His soft lips were pressed against your shoulder as he waited for your answer, and as soon as you confessed that you would like to try, his teeth sunk into the soft flesh, leaving marks for everyone to see
  • “Thank you, you wont regret it. I will take good care of you, my love… Now lay back and let daddy do the work”
  • i want to be dominated by that man god help me
  • Honestly, he would make a photo album of you tied up and/or begging for him, just for him to see
  • Because he is really tall, his favorite thing would the slightly initimidated, but lustfull look you got whenever he pinned you to the wall
  • On a more innocent note, his other favorite thing would be to hold you in his arms after he has ravished you, seeing how small and precious you are compared to him <3
Picture Perfect (Tim Drake x Reader)

A/N: This is honestly such a cute idea! I love Tim very much! Also, thank you so much, I’m glad you like my writing. ❤

Warnings: Extreme corniness???

Request: Tim Drake where he sends S/O polaroids or developed photos when he has missions outside the country!! Reader has numerous albums of his photography, some of them are pics of S/O and him <3 You have magnificent writing skills! I can’t believe I just found your blog!!

Tim smiled as he sorted through the recently developed photographs. Mostly views and scenery that he knew you would love, but also several photos of him that he had gotten Dick to take for you.

One of the photos that he was particularly excited to send you was a simple photo of him, smiling into the camera and making a heart with his hands. He saved it to be the last picture that you’d see.

With a black pen, he wrote captions on miniature post-it notes, that he stuck onto every picture. When he reached the last one he paused, smiling softly before scribbling down a short note. He packed the photos into an envelope and took them to be shipped to Gotham.

You raced down the staircase of Wayne Manor, only stopping once you found Alfred in the kitchen.

“Alfred, is there any mail?” you questioned breathlessly, wheezing slightly after sprinting from your room.

“Yes, Miss (Y/N). Master Tim sent this for you,” Alfred responded, handing you a manila envelope.

You grinned, taking the envelope from his hands and carrying it over to the table, barely able to contain your joy. The boys had been gone for three weeks, and you missed Tim greatly.

You carefully undid the seal on the envelope and pulled out a stack of photos.

You sorted through them, grinning madly at the captions he had written for each picture, scrawled onto the tiny post-its.

There was a photo of a night sky, a full moon at the center of the photo. On the sticky-note it read: ‘I love you to the moon and back.’

You continued to look through the pictures, in awe at some of the amazing shots.

You smiled when you saw the pictures of Tim doing dumb poses, and one where Jason had decided to photobomb.

Your heart melted at the last photo, and tears started to trail down the sides of your face. ‘I love you from the bottom of my heart.’ It was stupid, and cheesy, but you loved it all the same.

You took the small pile of pictures into your hands, and carried them up to yours and Tim’s room. You shut the door behind you and moved to your bookshelf, pulling several leather-bound photo albums from the shelves.

You situated yourself on your bed, and began inserting the pictures into the album, writing the date and pasting Tim’s captions underneath each one.

When you were finished you flipped to the front of the book. You smiled fondly at the old memories. Pictures Tim had mailed to you were mixed in with photos of you and him.

His corny little captions never failed to make you smile.

A picture of the two of you on a sunny day, holding hands and smiling into the camera was labeled: ‘Your smile is brighter than the sun.’

You continued to look through the albums for hours, grinning like an idiot the whole time.
Tim smiled down at the little piece of paper in his hands. The one picture he didn’t send was of you. Just you.

‘I love you.’


AH you guys! Thank you so very much for the love on my room! I’m completely obsessed and so excited and seeing everyone else’s excitement and questions just makes me feel really good so thank you! 

Per your requests, I took a few more photos for those who asked! Click on each picture to see captions for information. Please feel free to message me for links on where to buy anything you see, I still have mostly everything saved! And I am always happy to take more pictures anyone wants :)

Also I apologize if anything is blurry, I had a certain little puppy biting my ankles why I was taking them.

Also, I tried not to take any pictures of any artist’s work head-on so to avoid reposting. 


The Story of Us

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✮ Epilogue ✮

Word Count: 2,348

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10 years later…

It had been ten years since Rhiannon and Jedediah remarried. A union that would sadly only get until Christmas that year but their love would last long after both of them passed. It was only a few short weeks later that the Matthews returned to New York with a few hearts broken in the process.

Although her inevitable return to the city happened it wasn’t the last time Riley would twirl her way through Hillford Creek. A few events over the years would draw the brunette back into town, mostly happy reasons but some brought on by sad circumstances. Despite the reason, good or bad, Riley found it harder each and every time it came for her to leave.

Now, nearly four years since her last visit Riley sits on on a near empty bus. Her gaze fixated out the window, a small smile resting on her face as she admires the scenic drive into town. Her nostalgia building with every mile behind her.

Riley trips on the last step off the bus in her true klutzy fashion. Quickly she steadies herself and has a quiet laugh at the same sorry excuse of a bus stop she first arrived at all those years ago. The brunette inhales deeply, with a smile on her face she walks towards the sign that reads;

‘Welcome to Hillford Creek
, Austin Texas’

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ode to the childhood you deserved

Because @hemnalini said, “rani, love, i’m being real greedy but could you please write something with fitz telling his mum in the near future that jemma’s preggers and he’s afraid about being a dad? i’ll love you forever.” Got kinda ~intense~, I hope this is okay! (tw: abuse mentions)

Read below or at AO3!


When Jemma tells Fitz she’s pregnant, waving the test in front of him as if she can’t believe it herself and needs him to confirm it for her, Fitz can’t even parse out his own emotions. Shock, for one, because after nearly a year of trying he’d attempted as best he could not to get his hopes up. The letdown, arriving at precisely the correct day each month, sure as clockwork, was devastating enough for Jemma; he’d started to feel he didn’t have the right to any additional grief of his own.

Happiness, for another. Elation, even. Is there a better word for it? He doesn’t know, can’t process synonyms at the moment because Jemma has buried herself in his arms and for once her shuddering tears don’t require any comfort from him.

But it’s something darker too. With the tiny plus sign, it’s real to him in a way it had never been before. Not when they’d discussed it abstractly, not when years later they decided a baby was something they actually wanted for their lives. Not when he’d seen the way Jemma wistfully glanced at other couples with children. Then, it had still been conceptual, a theorem studied in textbooks.

Now, it’s doctor appointments and choosing colors for a nursery and arguing over names and trying to feel any sign of movement, hands pressed down so carefully on Jemma’s still-flat belly.

Now, it’s a fear he’d never realized he possessed, coiled tight in his stomach.


Jemma insists they wait until the first trimester is over before telling anyone. She comes armed with statistics, as if he would argue, and he understands her need for control over this. He is a little surprised that she won’t even tell Daisy or her own parents, but he understands. He’s the one who held her every month as she mourned a lost possibility, after all.

It’s such a strange secret to keep. He goes into work and makes small talk. He eats dinner at nice restaurants with Jemma and their friends. He visits his mother every week. And all the time he thinks, Can’t you see it? Isn’t it obvious? How is my entire life changing and no one knows?

“Have you told your mum yet?” Jemma asks one night, when he’s hung up with his mother and crawled into bed.

Fitz frowns at her, unsure if she’s serious or not. “Of course not. We agreed to wait. I wouldn’t break your trust.”

Jemma smiles while rolling her eyes. “I know, I just…I would understand. If you did.” She looks down at her hands which are fidgeting with some threads on their comforter.

“Uh…is something wrong?” Fitz asks. Normally she’d be making him recount his entire conversation or spinning out ideas for the next day at work. Instead she seems oddly subdued.

“No,” she rushes to reassure him, “not really. I just realized…you know, I have my reasons for wanting to keep this a secret for now, but this is our child and sometimes I think…” She pauses, rubbing at her eyes in clear frustration. “I feel like there are things you’re not telling me.”

“What?” Fitz is scrambling to follow this conversation and suddenly horrified that he’s done anything to make Jemma think he’s not entirely supportive. “What am I not telling you? Jemma, I agreed to all of this. I wanted all of this—” he throws his hand out, his gesture encompassing everything: their marriage, their child, the life they’ve built together.

“Something’s bothering you,” she cuts him off, twisting so that she meets his eyes fully for the first time. “And I think I have an idea, and I think you want to talk to your mum about it, and I don’t want you to keep waiting for my sake. I trust your mum not to tell anyone else, so you…you can tell her. If you want.”

“Nothing’s bothering me,” he protests, but even as he says it, that familiar tight feeling squeezes against his lungs and he swallows the rest of his words back down. He feels devastated because he had one job in all of this, and he’s letting his wife down spectacularly.

“I’m sorry, Jemma,” he says, resting his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, Fitz,” she sighs, reaching down and twining his fingers with her own. “There’s nothing to apologize for. This is a big change for both of us.” She places a kiss against his hairline, so gentle his heart breaks. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you, and I trust you more than I trust myself. But I think…you know, if you need to talk to your mum, or…”

She trails off with a small shrug and he sighs, sweeping a hand along her side, her ribcage, until it rests against her stomach. Sometimes he’s afraid he’s imagining all of it.

“Yeah,” he finally responds. “Yeah, okay.”


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Happy Birthday, my dear friend - @sim-bubble ❤️

“Jesus fucking hell, Ale. Where do I even begin? You are well aware of what you mean to me, putting it in words is going to be hard, especially because you know how I hate expressing feelings.

 Ale, you are, without a doubt, one of the best people I have ever had the luck to meet. I am pretty sure that ever since I texted you for the very first time we have never stopped talking. In you, I found one of the most amazing friends ever, you were there for me throughout one of the hardest moments of my entire life, and you always managed to make things better or to make me laugh.

 Also, you have probably the biggest collection of selfies I took while on the toilet, so I think that explains how much you mean to me, I mean, you can make a photo album with those, and who wouldn’t want that? For real though, Ale, you are my chicken nugget, the person I spam almost every day, one of my closest friends and just overall amazing. 

Happy birthday, Ale, hope you spend the most amazing day ever because you really deserve it. And, I promise, one day I will let you put makeup on me, you can consider this a voucher for when you’re here. 

Hope we can keep having our portuguese wars for a long long time, even though it’s a war pt-portuguese definitely wins. I love you, Ale. Thank you. For being you, for always being there, for existing. Just… obrigada por tudo aquilo que alguma vez fizeste por mim. So, once again, happy birthday, my dear friend. Have a good one.”

Supermarket Flowers

A/N: tbh this was really hard for me to write because it reminded me of when my Aunty died back in November and that was a really hard time for me, but I did it (also pls forgive me if I got anything wrong I haven’t been to an actual funeral in like 14 years we do things differently where I’m from)

Genre: angst

Word Count: 798 words

Warnings: death

Song(s) used: Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Dans P.O.V

I take a deep sigh in, as my hands were shaking, taking the supermarket flowers down from the windowsill, throwing old tea down the sink, from visitors that had been around.

I take a quick glance around and find the place empty, lonely, and quiet. It’s never been this quiet. It’s never been this empty. It’s never been this lonely.

“Dan, honey are you okay?” I heard a quiet voice from behind me, I turn around and saw (Y/N). I tried to be as strong as I could around her, but things are hard. I glanced down to my hands and found a photo album my cousin Mathew had made; memories of a life that’s been loved, and I couldn’t help but let a stream of tears fall down.

“I can’t do this” I admitted weakly, my sobs becoming more prominent. I sit on the couch and put my head in my hands, letting even more tears fall, and more sobs escape my mouth.

“Come on Dan, it’s time to go. I’ll drive.” (Y/N) coaxed me softly, putting a hand on my cheek and wiping a tear from the side of my face. But I just could t bring myself to do it.

“I can’t yet, I haven’t properly tidied up. Everything needs to be clean how she wants it.” I get up abruptly, grabbing all of the get well soon cards, throwing those out, and putting all of the stuffed teddy bears into the storage cupboard.

I stacked up all of the chairs in the dining room like mum would always tell me to do, fluffed all of the pillows in the house, just how she liked.

“Dan, please.” I looked at (Y/N) as she stood in the corner of the room, with tears in her eyes, but they weren’t half as bad as the tears in my eyes. “Dan, I know this is hard for you, it’s hard on me too. But everyone is waiting for us at the service. It’s time to go.” (Y/N) said softly. Everyone has been quite soft spoken around me, maybe afraid that I’ll break, but it’s too late, I’ve already broken. And with that, I fell straight to my knees, and cried the hardest I had ever cried in my life.

“This can’t be real. This can’t be happening. She has to come back. She’s coming home, this can’t be happening.” I cried to myself, repeating those words over and over again.

I just don’t know what I’m going to do without my mum around.

“Babe, I know it’s hard, it’s really hard. But she’s in a better place. She’s not in pain anymore. She’s happy again, and she’ll always be looking down on you, watching how proud you’re making her.” (y/n) was right, she always is. I looked at her and gave her a teary smile, got up and wiped my face.

“Let’s go then.” I nodded towards her, and took a deep breathe in and out. And with that, we both headed out of the door, driving to the cemetery, where the service would be held.

Death is hard to deal with. But in my opinion the worst day is the burial day, because that’s the last time you’ll ever be with that person, once they’re in the ground, they’re gone forever.

And that’s my mum in the ground, and I’m not okay with never seeing her ever again. I’m not okay with never being able to talk to her when I needed her. I’m not okay with never spending another Christmas with her. I’m not okay with her being gone.

She was an angel; an angel in the shape of my mum. And she was always there for me when I needed her, she would be there holding me up when I was down. She got to see the person that I had become, and she was proud of my success. And she saw the world in a wonderful way, and even though for the past 26 years of my life, I had always seen the world as a horrid place, but she never did; and I hope that one day I’ll be able to see the world like she did.

“And when god took you back, he said ‘hallelujah you’re home’”


Remus Lupin x Reader

Request:  Remus X reader, they dated in high school but broke up after James and Lily died. They meet again when Sirius is out and fall back in love?

Originally posted by muffilato-blog

You were heading to the Grimmauld place, head full of thoughts. It’s been fifteen years when two of your best friends, Lily and James Potter got murdered. Everything that could go wrong, all went wrong at the same time.

You still smile if you think back more blissful times. When you were in Hogwarts - which was definietly the happiest period of your life -, when you made friends with the marauders, who made even the most boring days interesting and could always cheer you up, when you fell in love with one of them, when you visited Lily’s son, Harry with Remus… you wished everything were like this forever, but it didn’t. Everybody felt that darker times are coming, but nobody really liked to spoke about it, and what is more important, trust were broken.

When Lily and James died, Sirius betrayed them and killed Peter (at least back then you thought that was the truth), there were only you and Remus. Both of you were damaged, heartbroken, and betrayed, and even if you knew that you should stay together in those days, you couldn’t. You ran away from each other. You were deeply in love, but none of you could see clearly anymore.

You seriously thought you moved on. More or less you were fine by now, but then a letter came; explained everything about what and why really happened on that night at Godric’s Hollow. That was no question you’ll join to the Order of the Phoenix once again.

Molly Weasley opened the door. She said things about how happy she is to see you again and how good you look and if you’re hungry, but you really didn’t hear anything she said. You walking inside the house and while she spoke to you, your thoughts were too loud to hear anybody else. You saw them, and that was when you realized you didn’t move on. Never.

Sirius and Remus stood in front of you and you frozen, hot tears was falling down on your cheek as you tried to say something, anything, but you couldn’t. Fifteen years’ thoughts was stuck on your throat. You felt your knees getting weaker, and maybe you’d fell down, but then strong hands wrapped around you. Remus’ hug immediatly made you calm and you felt yourself safe; just like when you were in school. You pulled away and hugged Sirius too, there were laughter now too. In the corner of your eye you spotted a boy with messy black hair and green eyes, you knew he only could be Harry.

You talked a lot, but you hadn’t much time for small talk; there were so much more important things. Day to day, you had a feeling in your stomach, in your heart, in your whole body. It was growing bigger every day, especially when you saw him. The feeling was like and old friend to you. Every trembling knee, every blushed cheeks and every nervous lip bite was familiar, you felt yourself like a teenage girl. You fell in love with Lupin again, but deep down you knew you never even fall out.

At one night, you walked in front of Remus’ room, the door was ajar, so you could see him. Sat at his desk, he was reading some book and eating a chocolate, you couldn’t help yourself but let out a little giggle.

„Oh, Y/N, I didn’t see you there.” – he said.

„Sorry I didn’t mean to… it was just so nice to see you like this. You didn’t change much, y’know.” – you said with a smile.

„Yeah…” – he laughed, but continued more serious. „…Yet I am.”

“Do you wanna see what I found? Come inside.” You sat down on his bed and he came next to you with an old looking photo album.

“Oh my god. It can’t be!” - you yelled when you recongnized the thing. Remus find it in an old cupboard. The album was full of photos of you and your friends in your Hogwarts years. You scroll through it, laughing and almost crying at every single photo you saw. When you finished, both of you were in a better mood. You talked about old times and all those years when you were away.

“I bet kids loved you at Hogwarts! How was it teaching them about Werewolves?” 

“Unfortunately Snape took that experience from me.” - he said absently.

“Oh, how nice of him.” - you giggled. “You know deep down every one of us is the same sixteen year old git… expect you, you never were a git, Moony.” He laughed, but then he stopped and the next time he was closer to you until you felt his lips on yours. And you kissed eachother, passionate, with so much eager like you wanted to make up of all the lost years. You held each other so tight like you were afraid if you don’t, one of you will run away again. He only pulled away when you started to cry. 

“What is it, love, what’s wrong?” - he asked with worry in his voice.

You sobbed silently for a while when you finally could speak. 

“It’s just… I wish I’d stayed with you.” There were so much other things that you could say to him, like how much you missed him and how much you love him after all this time, and how lost were you without him, but you couldn’t say anything else. And you didn’t need, beacuse he understand you now as he understand you always. He cupped your face and gently wiped away your tears.

“Shhh, listen to me. It’s okay now. I’m here and you’re with me. We have all the time in the world now.” - he smiled and you believed him, and after fifteen years you finally felt yourself content again.


“We Could Get Married” (Wonho Fluff)

Originally posted by dhjung

Title: We Could Get Married

Featuring: Wonho (Monsta X) x Reader

POV: First person

Rating: PG

Summary: You and Wonho are coupled together on We Got Married, and being a fictional couple feels almost too right.

Requested by anon! 

Getting coupled with Wonho on this show was about the best outcome that I could get from this arrangement. I’d never met him before, but I was aware of who he was. I’d seen that devious smile on TV once or twice, and realized I wouldn’t mind playing house with him, even for TV.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I just got a new phone and all my photos from my old phone (dropped in the toilet) are gone (including my entire Mark Pellegrino album) and I need a new, rad Mark P background, so I thought I'd ask my fav blog. Any good pics?

Let me guess… Traitor back pocket? Poor phone.

As for the background picture… How could I choose, he is so pretty ALL THE TIME!

Here is a little selection:

(^ I have this one in my bedroom ^)

Those are the first I found but you can wander my “mark pellegrino” tag if you want. There must be tones and tones of them. Also, if you search one of his characters, search for his name in my tags, it should work for 80% of his roles. ^^

And thank you a lot for your compliment. ^^


Originally posted by jexyje


You and Joon Kyung were supposed to be enjoying the evening at home watching a movie, but you were a little distracted from him being on his phone since the beginning of the movie. Each time you glanced at him he was looking down at it. “Yah Oppa….” you pouted looking up at him from laying on his lap. “Are you even watching?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, of course, I am” he scrambled putting down his phone. “The guy just went to that one place right?”

You understood that he was a CEO and he had important things to take care of it, but it was starting to get ridiculous. You tried to respect the fact that he kept his phone from you but your own curiosity was getting the best of you. Sitting up you cupped his cheeks. “Oppa…”

He blushed for a moment before recovering and raising a brow. “What?”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course, I love you. You’re my number one.” he frowned “Is this because of the movie thing?”

“Do you trust me?”

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catmilla-hollstein  asked:

31. Hollstein

Sorry this took me so long, the fic took an unexpected turn into bittersweet territory and I wanted to get it right. Special shout out to @monicaoakwood for the help!

31. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”

Carmilla fidgeted uncomfortably on the sofa. She felt odd sitting here alone, in the living room of Laura’s childhood home. At least meeting Laura’s father went well. Carmilla had been nervous all week in anticipation, knowing that Dan Hollis was quite intimidating and overprotective of his daughter, but the two hit it off immediately. He was so much like Laura, it was hilarious. She now knew exactly where Laura got her quirky personality and mannerisms.

Dan had called Laura into the kitchen to help with dinner a few minutes ago, and despite Carmilla’s offers to help out, Laura had insisted that her girlfriend wait in the living room and “make herself comfortable” because “she’s the guest.” So, Carmilla remained in the unfamiliar living room, waiting for her girlfriend to return.

Her eyes began to wander, taking in every detail. Evidence of Laura’s presence was strong here; it was easy to imagine a younger Laura running around the house in Batman pajamas or eagerly watching cartoons, sitting as close to the TV as possible. Those mental images brought a smile to her face.

Suddenly, a framed photograph on the other side of the room caught her attention. Carmilla stood and made her way over to the end table where it had been placed. Now that she was closer, she could see the image more clearly.

There were two people in the photo. Carmilla’s eyes were immediately drawn to the woman on the left side of the photo. Her light brown hair was being tousled by a gentle breeze, and she was staring at the camera with bright eyes and a warm smile. She was absolutely stunning.

Carmilla was truly intrigued, though, when she glanced over at the young girl in the photo. Her tiny arms were wrapped around the woman’s neck, and her face was stretched into an expression almost identical to the other woman’s. She was sporting a big, toothy grin, and the the sunlight hit her big brown eyes in such a way that they appeared to be glowing.

Carmilla would recognize those eyes anywhere.

She picked up the framed photograph, gently tracing her fingertips against the glass. So the older woman must be Laura’s mother.

“Hey, Carm, dinner’s ready! My dad told me to tell you that we…oh.” Laura lost her train of thought as she noticed what Carmilla was holding in one hand.

Carmilla had so many things she wanted to ask Laura about her mom. It wasn’t a subject Laura talked about often, and Carmilla never wanted to pry at something so personal, so she always gave Laura the space she needed. But now that she knew what the woman looked like, she was especially eager to learn more about her.

Despite her curiosity, Carmilla didn’t say a word. Instead, she and Laura both stared silently at the photo for a moment, then Laura reached over to hold Carmilla’s free hand and intertwined their fingers.

Finally, Carmilla broke the silence.

“She was beautiful.”

Laura nodded.

“And she looks just like you.”

“I wish you could have met her, Carm. She would have loved you,” Laura whispered back.

Carmilla was overwhelmed with emotion over the fact that Laura was finally opening up to her about her mother. She leaned over to place a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek.

Just then, Dan walked into the room.

“I thought I told you girls to get ready for dinner! It’s getting cold,” he said. “Ah, I see you’ve found my favorite photo of Laura and her mom! I’ve got a whole album of Laura’s adorable baby pictures upstairs. How about I bring them down after dessert?”

“Dad,” Laura said, annoyed.

“I’ve got this adorable photo of baby Laura in the bathtub, and a picture from when she got her braces, and another one from that time she—”

“Stop it, you’re embarrassing me!” Laura whined.

Carmilla set the photo back down onto the table and followed Laura and her father into the kitchen. She couldn’t help but laugh as Dan continued to list as many embarrassing stories as he could while Laura tried with all her might to make him change the subject.

Later that night, after flipping through page after page of photos and listening to Dan further embarrass his daughter in front of her girlfriend, Carmilla found herself alone in the living room again. Laura had excused herself to take a shower while Dan returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes, once again refusing to let Carmilla help clean up. Naturally, she returned to the photo of Laura and her mother. There was just something about the image that was so enthralling to Carmilla.

She spent a few moments taking in every detail of the framed photograph, but looked up as she heard footsteps entering the living room. Dan Hollis stood in the doorstep, smiling.

“She really was a great mother,” he said. “Always so much put passion and love into everything she did. And now I see so much of her in my daughter. Sometimes it scares me how similar they look.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Carmilla replied, smiling.

“I saw a change in Laura when we lost her mother. She doesn’t like to talk about it much, but the loss hit her really hard. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her this happy, and I know it’s because of you.”

“It’s been a long time since I felt this happy too,” Carmilla admitted. “Thank you for inviting me to stay here. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”

“She loves you so much, Carmilla. I can tell in the way she looks at you with so much adoration. It’s the same look her mother used to give me.”

That left Carmilla absolutely speechless. She was barely able to choke out a response before Dan wrapped her up in a huge bear hug. “I love her too, you know,” Carmilla whispered.

“Good,” Dan said as he released her from his grip. “Because you two were meant for each other, and I think my wife would agree. Good night, Carmilla.”

“Good night, Mr. Hollis.”

“Please, Call me Dan.”

“Good night, Dan.”

Carmilla rounded the corner and climbed the stairs to the second floor where Laura was waiting for her in in her room. For the first time in a long time, she truly felt like she was home.


“It’s about time the boys got a haircut! If I blink one more time, they’d have hair as long as Rapunzel! Michael wasn’t very happy about getting a haircut though. He tried to steal the scissors while the stylist was washing Mitchell’s hair! I guess he wanted to cut his own hair all by himself, lol.

But just look at my handsome duo! Although Michael was pretty upset he couldn’t cut his own hair, I think he’s pretty pleased with how it turned out, lol.

I’m glad they like the new style… They wanted the short hair from one of the photos they found of their daddy while I was looking through old photo albums… I’ve gotta say, God… You gave me such beautiful boys… And I’m so thankful…” ❤ -Catherine

anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran finding out that MC had a daughter but passed away because of an accident.

OK Yes I like this


~He was helping you move into his apartment when he stumbled across a picture of a 3 year old girl that looked a lot like you
~He thought it was you as a baby and went to go find you
~”MC you were so cute as a baby”
~”Y-Yoosung that’s not me…..its my daughter she passed last year at the age of 4″
~He runs over to you and just hugs you
~”I’m so sorry MC I didnt mean to make you sad”
~Now right when you walk in bis living room the picture of your daughter is sitting right on the coffee table


~It was that time of the year again and it always made you sad
~The anniversary of your daughters death
~You wanted to go down to her grave and just sit there for a bit so you got up early and left Zen a note telling him where you were 
~When Zen woke up and found you gone with only a note he jumped on his motorcycle and just went to the cemetery
~He arrived and you were sitting at a small grave holding some flowers and crying
~He ran towards you and started hugging you
~”MC why are you here please tell me who you lost”
~You can barely talk you’ve been crying so hard
~”M-My d-daughter”
~He just stares at you for a moment before sitting down
~”Hey i just wanted to tell you that I’ve been taking care of your mommy and I love her so much”


~You guys were going through photo albums and you found the page you dedicated to your daughter
~”Whos that MC?”
~”Its….my daughter”
~She looks confused and curious
~”Where is she?”
~”She passed about a year ago due to a mysterious illness”
~”Oh MC I’m sorry for bringing it up”
~You look at her with a smile its sad but genuine
~”No I love to talk about her she was the sweetest thing in the world”
~”I’d love to hear about her then”


~You two were snuggling on the couch watching a movie and it got to a part where a child died and it brought back some memories of your daughter
~You started to sob and Jumin thought that it was just the movie so he tried to make you feel better
~”MC, honey its just a movie dont cry” 
~You look up at him tears rolling down your face
~”But Jumin its not just a movie it actually happened”
~”MC what do you mean?”
~”Last year I lost my daughter an-”
~He cuts you off with a kiss and a hug then he shuts off the movie
~”We can talk if you’d like”


~He knew because of the background check but he never mentioned it because he didn’t want to make you feel sad
~And it happened just a year before they had met
~But he did notice how tight you held his hand when you guys saw children
~When you and him were out grocery shopping and on your way out some girl scouts came running up to yo asking if you wanted some cookies
~And you just started sobbing
~Saeyoung goes and picks you up bridal style and runs you to the car 
~By now your violently sobbing 
~”MC it’s gonna be ok”
~”Saeyoung I miss my little girl”
~He held you in the back of the car until you stop crying and shaking 


~You two were talking when the topic of children came up
~”I just really love kids……do you want kids some day”
~The memories of your daughter came flooding back all at once
~You remembered when she ran into the road to retrieve her ball that had rolled out there
~You remember being helpless as you see the car hit her
~”MC are you crying?”
~”I’m fine I just remembered my daughter”
~”Yeah I had a daughter but……she….died a few years ago”
~He quickly hugs you and just holds you
~”You can cry I won’t judge”


~You two were walking through the park and saw a few little girls laughing and playing tag
~Your eyes started to tear up
~He looked over at you and saw your sad look
~”MC whats wrong”
~Just hearing that made you cry more
~”I’m sorry just seeing those little girls made me remember my daughter”
~His face goes blank
~”Daughter…..you have a daughter”
~”I do shes just”
~You point to the sky and he finally understands what happened
~He wasn’t the best at comforting people so he sat you down at a bench and hugged you until you stopped crying