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Wendy threw a disbelieving glance at the woman in her passenger seat. “Have I had lunch? I just attended my own funeral, haven’t much been in the mood for eating.” or, Son Seungwan is leaving her life as a hitman in the past--but when a dead woman criticizes her epitaph and offers her one last job, she finds herself agreeing to help. Wendy isn't quite sure what she's signed herself up for.
It's New Year's Eve, and Tiffany sees a girl across the bar. She wasn't sure when they found themselves standing so close to each other, but she couldn't have thought of a more cliché meeting than this one.
Two women, a car, a gun, and three state’s worth of police authority hot on their heels. It would have been easier if feelings weren’t so messy. A Thelma & Louise AU.
Irene says, “Thanks for not thinking I’m a serial killer. I guess.” “Thanks for letting me throw up the worst New Year’s Eve of my life in your apartment,” Room 53 returns, and Irene cracks a tiny smile at that. or, Irene doesn't know her upstairs neighbor, really, but it's 5am and she won't stop ringing the doorbell; 3rd from the bottom prompt from
Tiffany gets a call. or; So the whole "Tiffany Sooyoung Seohyun" thing happened, and I know the news came out five hours ago but I'm still sad, so I wrote something that's, like, less sad.