#request story

The food court was abuzz with life, as families chatted over greasy trays of fast food and teenagers laughed too loudly in between loudly filming content for their social media. Meanwhile, you’re sitting alone at one of the tables – absentmindedly picking through a tray of half-eaten fries as your mind wanders and gaze drifts across the crowd. 

And then, you see him.

He stands in line at one of the busy vendors, a mountain of a man with a body thick with muscle, broad shoulders and biceps on full display due to his revealing tank top. His stubbled jaw is strong, giving him a rugged, mature look despite the hair not having a single hint of grey. Immediately, you could feel how his presence instantly commanded attention.

You swallow hard, your thoughts betraying you before you can reel them in. God, I wish I looked like that. If you had his confidence, his build, his effortless magnetism…dating would be a cakewalk compared to how it was now. No more awkward conversations, no more feeling invisible. Men would want you the way you want. You couldn’t imagine how many guys would easily fall under a man like that’s spell and submit to anything he desired…

The thought barely finishes before something strange happens.

The man suddenly stopped as he went up to give his order to the cashier. Mid-step, mid-action, as if a switch inside him was suddenly flipped. His head tilted slightly, like he’d heard something no one else could. Then, without warning, he turns. His dark eyes lock onto yours with a weight that leaves you trembling.

Your pulse stutters.

You look away, heat creeping up your neck. Shit, did he catch me staring? You brace for some kind of reaction – a glare, a sneer, maybe even some choice words about keeping your eyes off other men. But none of that happens.

Instead, he moves. He heads out of the line, walking through the crowded tables in the center of the food court… heading straight for you.

Your heart pounds harder with every step he takes. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t glance around, doesn’t slow. In seconds, he’s there, standing before you, so close that you can smell the faint spice of his cologne.

He stands there for a moment, as if waiting for you to make the first move. You don’t know what else to do besides stand up and offer up your table as a peace offering of some kind.

But just as you get up on your feet and prepare to speak, his large mitt of a hand suddenly reaches out for you. Instantly, you cower and prepare for some sort of aggression from the man. To your shock though, you feel his hand reach around the back of your skull, with his fingers threading through your messy light brown hair. 

Before you can react, before you can even think, he pulls you in. His lips crash against yours, warm and demanding, stealing the breath straight from your lungs.

The world around you blurs. There’s only the heat of his body, the pressure of his mouth, and the sheer intensity of the kiss on your mind. It’s possessive and sensual, almost as if he’s wanted this just as much as you have.

His kiss deepens, growing hungrier, more forceful. His lips move against yours with raw intensity, his stubble scratching at your skin as he tilts his head, taking you even deeper into it. You barely have time to breathe, barely have the space to think of anything but the feeling of him and his dominance.

Still unsure if you should touch himself yourself, your fingers curl into a fist as his grip around your head grows firmer. His stubble scrapes along your cheeks and upper lip, a sharp friction that burns in the best way. You chalk it up to the roughness of his face, a delicious sort of rug burn that only makes you more aware of him. But you don’t notice how the irritation doesn’t fade. How a faint, trimmed stubble of your own begins to emerge in response, spreading across your jawline as if mirroring his.

Then his teeth catch your bottom lip. 

Caught off-guard, you initially expect just a sharp nip from the man. As such, your body shivers as this action is then followed by a firm tug.

Pleasure twists through you, edged with just a hint of pain, but you don’t pull away. You lean in, chasing the heat of his mouth, even as he repeats the action several times across both lips. The area tingles beneath his touch, a light sting settling in followed by a strange sort of numbness. As you focus on the pleasurable yet shocking nature of what you’re experiencing, you don’t realize how your body continues to change. Your lips swell, with each kiss and bite reshaping them into something fuller, plumper, and certainly more kissable.

His fingers rake wildly through your hair, gripping and tugging as if he can’t get enough of you. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, your scalp prickling as the strands darken, deepening in color until they’re as jet black as the faint stubble shadowing your jaw.

Then his hands begin to roam.

Large, rough palms press against your arms, gliding down over your biceps. His touch is firm and greedy, as if your body was unclaimed land he wanted to claim for him and himself only. While he does this, the softness in your arms melts away, leaving behind lean defined muscle in his wake. The shift spreads through your chest, tightening and sculpting the area by replacing any hint of flab with toned strength.

He moves lower, hands gripping against your sides as his body leaned forward to press into your waist and hips. A strange weightlessness washes over you, your body subtly adjusting to its new weaker yet toned form. You don’t notice at first though, too lost in the way his mouth and tongue keeps invading yours. But when he suddenly leans down to reach you, angling his body in a way he hadn’t needed to before, something feels…different.

Somehow, you’re shorter now.

Not by much, but enough that the shift was noticeable – if you weren’t so intoxicated by the sight and affection of him.

Then he pulls back, just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes are dark, smoldering, filled with something unreadable yet immensely magnetic. Your heart pounds against your ribs as your breath remains unsteady. It felt weird to think about, but you couldn’t help but feel as though your entire body was thrumming with some sort of strange, electric energy.

His fingers trail along your jaw, tilting your chin up ever so slightly. His voice, deep and commanding, sends a shiver through your newly sculpted frame.

“Come with me.”

There’s no hesitation. No second thought.

Your body moves before your mind catches up, heart hammering, antsy and eager to do as he says.

You don’t think. You just follow.

Your legs move on instinct as the bulky man pulls you away from the food court. The world blurs around you – the people, voices, and mundane background of the mall all fading into irrelevance. There’s only him. The warmth of his touch as his thick fingers curl around your own. The quiet confidence in his stride as he pulls you through the corridor toward the men’s restroom and cuts off the father and son who were on the verge of entering the area first.

The moment you step inside, the door slams shut behind you – with him using your body to block anyone else from coming in. 

A rush of air leaves your lungs as your back meets the hard surface. His hands press firmly against the door on either side of you, caging you in. His eyes burn into yours, dark and intense, filled with something raw and undeniable.

“You didn’t think I’d catch you staring, huh?” he murmurs, voice rich and deep. A smirk tugs at the edge of his lips. “Luckily for you, you’re just what Daddy needs right now.”

The words send a shiver through you. A mix of anticipation and something else – pure elation. You’d never thought your days of people-watching and fantasizing would lead to something like this happening. It felt like something straight out of some sort of fanfic or movie!

You barely have time to explore those thoughts though as then, with a low grunt, his strong hands grab the collar of your shirt. You barely have time to react before the fabric gives way with a sharp, tearing sound. Your gasp turns into a startled moan as the cool air of the restroom washes over your pale exposed skin.

“Damn…” He exhales, raking his gaze over you, eyes drinking in every inch. “You’re so fucking hot. And so small. So weak… especially next to me.”

Something stirs in your gut at his words. Although this entire experience was hot as hell to you, there was a flutter of uncertainty.

In hopes of finding answers, you glance down at yourself.

The sight that greets you is…wrong.

Decent pecs. Toned abs. Not bulky, but clearly maintained. It doesn’t make sense. For a second, your mind struggles, an echo of something distant telling you this isn’t how you should look. But then, you decide to consult with your memories for answers. To your relief, you find several familiar ones.

Of course, you look like this. You go to the gym a few times a week, don’t you? Just enough to stay toned, to keep yourself fit, but never to bulk up too much. You loved nothing more than being a twunk – it was exactly what your favorite type of gay men, daddies, were looking for.

As a result, that unease you felt instantly fades, replaced by something closer to relief. Everything makes sense, there’s nothing strange going on at all.

Then his hands are on you again.

Thick fingers trail down your sides, gripping your waist before sliding lower. He grabs a handful of your ass, massaging, kneading, and then squeezing hard.

A sharp gasp leaves you. The pressure is intense, but so is the feeling. A strange sensation, like something swelling beneath his touch. As you awkwardly shift your legs as you feel your shorts growing tighter, your back is slowly being pushed away from the door as your ass fills out. With each second that this hot daddy enjoys playing with your ass, it continues to inflate into a perfect, perky shape. When you went to the gym, this was where the priority of your time was devoted – on developing the perfect ass that could satisfy any man with just how bouncy yet firm it was. You could recall countless encounters with men in the sauna – where they gleefully smacked your ass and grew mesmerized by the way the flesh rippled before sliding their cock in to fill you up with that potent dad nut.

Yet while you took a moment to embrace the changes occurring to you, the other man’s influence didn’t stop there.

Heat pulses through your groin, as your rock-hard, larger than average dick strained against its increasingly tighter confines. To your relief, one of the other man’s hands soon began to investigate the area, struggling for a moment before finally slipping his fingers down beneath the waistband of your shorts. 

An airy moan escaped your plump lips as the pain of your shorts stretching was traded out with relief from the man’s fingers touching the head of your manhood. As you tilted your head back and groaned in pleasure, you found that the man’s touch was making you all forget about the discomfort. Beneath the surface of the shorts though, the pressure was easing not from the man’s touch but from the way your bulge was shrinking and compacting yet remaining rock hard. In an instant, the man’s touch had converted your surprisingly girthly 7” cock to a measly pencil-thin 3.5” nub. To your euphoric mind though, the shift felt completely natural. After all, you were notoriously known as one of the biggest bottoms in the entire state. What good was a fat cock for when you wanted nothing more than to be on the receiving end?

As your body was reaching new levels of pleasure, your legs found themselves tingling and growing incredibly weak. With this strange weightlessness overtaking them, you relied on the other man to keep you upright as he pushed his body closer to you so your legs could grow leaner and provide a steady base to handle such a fat ass. Once again, another burst of shrinking occurred as your legs shortened and caused your stature to shrink down to an adorable 5”6”. By now, the change was undeniable. Besides your face, you were an entirely new person.

Your breath stutters, head swimming. You feel off, but at the same time whole. Like you’re falling into the right shape, the right body and life.

Then his lips graze your ear.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, voice thick with hunger. “The love of my life. I’ve never enjoyed topping anyone as much as I do you.”

A shiver races down your spine, but not from fear. From something deeper. Something familiar.

Then, your body found itself shivering out of control as the man’s gruff voice began speaking Spanish.

You don’t know the words. Or at least—you shouldn’t. You never took Spanish in school and you’ve never experienced the culture besides the occasional song recommendation on Spotify. Yet, the more he speaks, the more you understand.

You pieced together him discussing how unreal this all feels. How he couldn’t believe this was happening. How you’re not resisting at all. And then, softer, more reverent—

“How can you be so perfect? So beautiful? Just like a dream come to life…”

The fully comprehended words sink into you. Into your skin, your bones.

Instantly, a warmth spreads over your body – a golden hue that works with haste in deepening your complexion. You turned to face away from the man for a moment, finding yourself catching a hint of your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You moaned as you found your skin growing darker and richer. 

As your daddy, your partner for the past five years, hoisted up your arms and pinned them against his with his immense strength, you looked down and witnessed how your body hair thickened slightly while darkening to match your jet-black hair. Another rippling effect soon coursed through your body – causing any body hair along your chest, back, and legs to fade away until you were left completely smooth besides your armpits and crotch.

With one final glance, you looked into the mirror – gasping as you found that the face in the mirror had also slightly changed since the last time you saw yourself. Your nose had widened a bit and grown more prominent on your face, while your eyebrows grown thicker yet well-maintained and groomed. Your eye shape had altered a little, but the most noticeable change in that area was how your hazel eyes had darkened to an alluring dark brown.

Without a doubt, the new visage that you saw was one that was undeniably Latino. Although one last vestige of your old self suddenly spoke up in hopes of not wanting to completely lose yourself, it didn’t take much completely for you to give in. Everything that had happened to you, it just felt… right. 

The last pieces of your past self slip away, forgotten beneath the weight of the new body and life.

As you looked towards your man, your thoughts grew cluttered as you lusted for the feeling of his cock in your ass once more. Although your history and memories still felt a bit cloudy, there was luckily one thing you knew for sure at this moment. You belonged to him.

Ever since you met him at your gym one day and eagerly worshipped his ripe pits after a particularly grueling workout, you became his favorite amongst the large slew of boys across the country he had previously accumulated. There was no one else who was better for him than you, almost as if you were personally created just for him… just Daddy’s perfect boytoy to flaunt on his OnlyFans and showcase just how much of a dominant alpha he could be. 

On some nights, you’d have strange dreams where you imagined yourself with the roles reversed where you were the dominant aggressive type. But as soon as you’d wake up and see your hunky daddy loudly snoring next to you, you knew that was just a strange fantasy. 

You wouldn’t want it any other way...

Request: Hi I love your stories and I love your writing style I was wondering can you do a Wally x reader one where he finds her having a really bad panic attack and she can’t calm down, so he just holds her and tells her it’s okay. Thank you so much I just recently got into School Spirits, and I cannot get enough of it @cbailey2428

CW & Info: swearing, panic attacks Wally Clark x fem reader

Summary: after your unexpected death at Split River High, you learn that you are stuck in the spirit world. Overwhelmed you begin having a panic attack and who is there to help you calm down? None other than the loveable jock, Wally Clark.

Wally knew that he should never get attached to a living person as Mr Martin would say “It will be hard on you when they eventually graduate and leave.” But Wally couldn’t help it, he was attracted to you. Every time he saw you round the corner of the hallway he was in; he couldn’t help but feel butterflies swarm in his stomach. He was captivated by you. The way your eyes sparked in the sunlight, how your hair fell naturally over your face, the cute little dimple on your chin in the same spot as his. Yah, it was safe to say he was well and truly fucked.

Wally, Rhonda, and Charley were walking down the halls after their daily group session in the gym, talking about the upcoming Prom and whether they were going to crash or not. Wally stopped in his tracks when he saw you walking in the opposite direction. The bell had just rung for the next period, and Wally knew for a fact that you had a free period next and knew where you would be. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Wally said. 

Rhonda and Charley look down the hall and saw you. Wally never told them about you, but they knew anyways from the number of times every time he saw you, Wally would follow. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself Moose. She will be graduating soon, and you will be all mopey.” Rhonda emphasized. “And Charley and I will have to cheer you up yet again, just like we had to with Abigail Williams. You were set on her for a whole year before she graduated in 2001.” 

“I know and I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. She’s just captivated me in a way Abigail never did.” Wally sees you drop of your books at your locker and turn in the direction he knew you were going, your private spot in the library that no one ever went too. “I won’t be long; I promise and then we can discuss what we should wear to prom because we are defiantly going.” Wally says before running back down the hall to try to catch up with you. 

Wally spotted you straight away, tucked onto a bean bag in the far end of the library, nose buried deep into your textbooks. He sat opposite of you just staring admiring your beauty. How your nose scrunched up when you couldn’t figure something out. How your tongue would stick out onto the side when you were deep in thought. Wally couldn’t help himself he had the biggest crush on you, bigger than the one he had on Abigail five years prior. 

He looked at your textbook, “I don’t know why you are in AP Calculus when you are struggling. Your parents are forcing you into medicine when your passion is clearly in drama. I wish I could tell you that you are making a mistake. I saw you in the last musical, you outshined the rest of students, and you weren’t even the main.” Wally saw your nose scrunch up again as you slammed your textbook shut and moved onto studying something else.

The bell rang again, and Wally realised it was the end of the school day meaning you were leaving. “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.” He says as you get up off the beanbag, shoving your things into your backpack, leaving the library. Wally got up off the floor and head into the direction of the teachers’ lounge where he knew Rhonda and Charley would be.

Unbeknownst to him that would be last time he would see you alive. 

Wally made it to the teachers’ lounge. Rhonda and Charley imminently stopped talking as soon as Wally entered the room. He was about to ask them why, when suddenly, the lights began to flash, and a light hum filled the room sending goosebumps all over their bodies.

“Holy shit. Someone just died.” Wally voiced.

Charley and Rhonda jumped up from the table and peered out the window facing the parking lot. “I don’t see anything going on outside. So, it must have happened in the school or in the back.” Charley said. “We need to go find them.”

Charley and Wally leave the teacher’s lounge and begin walking the halls. They quickly cleared the first floor and made their way upstairs to the second floor. Again, finding nothing they begin to walk to another set of stairs to make it to the third floor when they saw it. A huge crowd of students huddled around the stairs. Some were shocked some were looking away. Then they heard the sobs. Wally and Charley made their way through the crowd when Wally spotted your body, face down in a pool of your own blood. 

“Fuck. It’s her.” Wally says then he scans the crowd until his eyes landed on you. You stood there confused. Trying to get attention of the others but nothing. 

“Hello, what’s going on. Why is no one paying attention to me?” you ask, voice strained. 

Charley stood back to give Wally space to approach you. “Hey, I know your scared right now but I- we are here to help.” Wally says waving his hand in front of himself then back to Charley. “Let’s go someplace else. What I am about to say will be a lot, but you will get through it, we all have.”

“Get through what? Who are you guys? I’ve never seen any of you before?” You wondered wiping tears away from your eyes. 

Charley steps forward. “I promise we will explain everything but its properly best if we move from this area, okay?” 

Wally then sees the crowd of student’s part as paramedics rush toward you. Before you notice the paramedics, he gently takes your hand, and he begins to walk you in the opposite direction. Charley follows quickly behind. With enough distance, Wally lets go of your hand. 

“Okay we are away from whatever that was. Can you tell me now what the hell is going on? And who the hell are you guys? I’ve been going to this school for 4 years and I have never seen you guys.” You asked looking at the two boys in front of you. You didn’t notice before but there was a boy in a denim jacket, matching jeans, and blonde highlights. He looked like one of those 90s boy bands your sister is still obsessed with. The other boy was tall, wearing grey sweatpants and a variety jacket. Clearly a jock. 

“Wally Clark, class of ’84 and this is Charley.” Wally motions towards Charley and he waves. “What I’m about to say will be shocking at first but I promise you, you will be okay.” Wally admitted. “I’m really sorry to be the one to say this. But you’re dead.”

You look at the two boys standing in front of you, serious looks on their faces. Then you begin to laugh “Okay ha-ha very funny. Seriously, what’s going on?”

Neither of them laugh and just exchange looks of sadness on their faces. “I’m serious. If you can see us that means that you’re dead because we are.” Charley adds.

“I… what? What do you mean I’m dead and you’re dead? This doesn’t make any sense. I was just walking downstairs and then I woke up with everyone surrounding me and I weirdly saw myself on the floor. Then you guys dragged me here.” You huffed as you began to pace back and forth. 

“Right, you saw your body and now your spirit is trapped here, just like ours are. It’s a lot to explain but- “

You stop pacing and look Wally dead in the eyes “What do you mean trapped? I can’t leave school ever? you ask cutting Wally off. 

“Well not forever, we all eventually cross over. we just haven’t figured it out yet.” Charley replies.

“Look, I can take you to Mr Martin, he’s a teacher here and he’s much better at explaining everything.” Wally says extending his hand for you to take.

Your mind becomes blank emotions flood your mind. Nothing made any sense. Ghosts are real and now you are one and leaving school is never an option until you cross over. “I… Sorry I need to be alone right now.” You say as you run away, holding your hand over your mouth to cover your sadness. 

“Well, that could have worked out better.” Charley says sarcastically. “You’ve been following her for years; you should know where she would be.”

Wally opened the library doors, hoping you would be there. He walked to the far end of the library and found you head buried into the beanbag, sobbing and hyperventilating. He slowly approaches you trying not to scare you. “Hey, I know what you’re going through. It’s going to be okay. Just take some deep breaths.”  He places his big hands on your shoulder, moving his thumb up and down. 

Wally wasn’t anticipating what you did next. You rolled over and wrapped your arms tight around Wally’s torso and begin to let out more cries. “Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

After a few moments, you let go of your strong grip on him and say “Wally, right? I’m sorry about…” you trail off. 

“Yes, and don’t worry about it.”  

“How… how did you find me so quickly? I only left you in the hallway five minutes ago.” You ask wiping tears away from your face. 

Wally looked to the floor, eyes wide as if he was embarrassed. “Okay, what I am about to say is really weird. Promise not to freak out on me?” 

“Weirder than finding out that I’m dead and that ghosts are real? I think anything you say now it will be weird regardless.” You respond.

“I may or may not have been following you around. School I mean, we can’t leave the school property but that’s a story for another time. Ghosts aren’t meant to get attached to anyone living because they leave, and we can’t. But something about you, drew me in, I guess. And it was purely coincidental that it happened to be you the one dying.” He replies. 

Wally expects you to jump and run away as fast as you could away from him but instead you “I don’t think it’s weird, Wally.”

“You don’t?” 

“No. It’s kind of comforting knowing that there was someone there when I felt lonely- even if I couldn’t see you. My best friend Ava moved to Florida when her mom got a huge job promotion and making friends has always been hard for me.” You sighed finally locking eyes with Wally. Throughout the confusion and the tears, you never stopped to notice just how handsome he is. 

“Okay cool so you don’t think I’m a creep.” Wally lets out a laugh. “If you’re ready now, do you want to meet Mr Martin? He’s kind of the one person we all go to for advice. He helps us all a lot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed- the way Wally knows that you are confused “We? There are others that died in this school. How is this school still open?” 

“Yeah, I know it’s a lot to wrap your head around. But I promise it will get easier if you trust me.” Wally stands up and extends his hand down to you. 

You place your hand in his. “Okay. I trust you, Wally.” 

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Oh I have a feeling it's going to be funny and fluff X), maybe also sad but cute in the end. Thank you for your request Cheyennexshadow.

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The Autobots had left on a mission, leaving Starscream alone at the base with the children. The Seeker was initially reluctant, not understanding why it wasn't Ratchet who stayed with the humans.

"We need Ratchet for this mission. Optimus explained simply.

- But… I assure you that I can be useful…! the jet exclaimed. You don't need to leave me behind at the base!

- I don't doubt your skills, Starscream. But they are not needed for this mission."

The flyer couldn't stop his wings from lowering, as his paranoid mind kept screaming at him that they didn't want him anymore. Starscream knew he should have prepared for this possibility, but it was hard to accept.

Summary: Marinette’s big day is finally here! She and Adrien are officially going to tie the knot and live with the happy family they’ve both always dreamed of. However, what is a superhero to do when her limo breaks down miles away from the venue and no help in sight? Well… there’s help…. Just not the person she’d call first exactly. 

Author’s Notes: Okay, so this is my first Miraculous Ladybug piece in a really long time. Not going to lie, fandom drama made me really tired of it; I haven’t completely left the fandom but I can’t promise anything when it comes to the unfinished works in my collections. I may return to them one day. I also need to say that I have not finished watching Season 2 or started Season 3. I do have a general idea of what is going on. Treat this story as an AU where I rule supreme and canon is thrown far to the wayside if need be. 

Also, huge thanks to @crazyfanatic97 for the request!

“I’m sorry mademoiselle,” the slender man with a handlebar mustache called as he stood from the ground. He used a white handkerchief to clean his grease smeared hands and once that was done to his satisfaction, he rolled the sleeves of his white pressed shirt back down before reaching for his black coat. “I’m afraid that this issue is too big to fix here. It seems that one of our lines has been severed in too.” He bowed to said woman. “My apologies. We at Voyage Services strive to maintain our equipment to the highest level; this is completely unacceptable.” 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, soon to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng Agreste, knew the expression on his face all too well but there was no way in heaven or Earth she would be able to do anything if that pesky little butterfly showed up today. She smiled softly at him. “Monsieur Couture, I assure you that everything is alright. I am not upset or angry. Things like this happen.” She reached out, gently patting his shoulder, “I don’t just say that because of Hawkmoth either; I mean it. I understand that we can’t control every single thing and right now, as far as either of us knows, a rock could have hit that line at the right angle to cut it.” Her smile didn’t fade as she dropped her hand, “Your service has been wonderful. I assure you, we will be using it again in the future.” 

That final statement seemed to ease his concerns more than anything else. His shoulders slumped and he gave her a small bow, “You are too kind Mademoiselle Dupain- Cheng.” He turned then to return to the front of the limo, leaving her at the far back. Marinette sighed and slumped into the car seat, leaving the door open so she could see the passing traffic. They still had about fifteen minutes to go to get to the church where her and Adrien were going to hold their ceremony so walking was out of the question. She’d already tried to reach her parents, Alya, Nino, Adrien, a whole host of classmates, but nobody was responding. They were all too busy getting ready for her wedding. Maybe it had been a bit foolish, and selfish, to want to travel alone in the limo instead of with her bridesmaids. Everyone was taken aback when she had insisted. There were a couple of protests but she had insisted, explaining that for her, this was something she needed to do; it sounded crazy but she felt like this trip would be a representation of everything that had happened so far. 

Everything that had happened. Right.

Hello! ☺️ Currently I’m kinda stuck on my story that’s why there isn’t an update yet...so I thought that maybe it would help me if I would write some short stories! 💕 So if you would want to request a story for me to write, then send me an ask or a message! 💕