it came to me on the subway

“My mother was sixteen when the war came to St. Petersburg. She was the oldest of four children, so her parents chose to evacuate her first. She was supposed to find a job and the rest of the family would follow. She was evacuated with a factory. The workers were on one boat and the machinery was on the other. The boat with the machinery was bombed and sank to the bottom of the river. My mother ended up in a city thousands of miles away. Sometimes there was such little food that she survived on grass. But everyone who stayed behind in the city died. Her entire family was killed in one night. Growing up, she always told us about St. Petersburg. She hung paintings of the city all over our house. So we wanted to bring her back here before she died. When we arrived in the city, we went straight to visit her old house. Only the foundation was left. But when we got off at the subway stop, the strangest thing happened. Two children came running toward us. Their mother was calling after them: ‘Sonya and Misha!’ They had the same names as me and my brother. It was as if they were greeting us.”

(St. Petersburg, Russia)

All Our Secrets Laid Bare (Part One)

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: The reader’s nosy (and quite rude) relatives are coming over for an unexpected family dinner. Long story short, they expect the reader to have a boyfriend, which the reader most definitely does not have. Luckily, they do have a best friend by the name of Peter Parker. One small favor wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?

Warnings: Some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 3,524

A/N: The reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in this imagine.
Also, I’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors. My usual beta reader wasn’t available and I really wanted to get this imagine posted.
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Part Two / Part Three

Originally posted by hardyness

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

“I-I’m sorry, what?” Peter stammered back through the phone.

This was not how you planned this day to go.

“It’s a long story. Nosy relatives coming over for dinner, may have lied and said I had a boyfriend just to get them to shut up, don’t actually have a boyfriend, typical family stuff, you know?” you tried to explain.

There was a slight pause as Peter digested all of the information you just threw at him.

“Okay, so basically, you broke under pressure and lied about have a boyfriend, and now you need me to be your boyfriend to protect you from your nosy relatives?” repeated Peter.

You rolled your eyes, perfectly aware that Peter couldn’t see them through the phone call, but positive that he felt the frustration anyway, “I didn’t break under pressure, I just… improvised.”

“Oh yeah, totally,” said Peter, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “So do you need me to be your boyfriend or not?”

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there’s something about even’s little nod in this scene 

because even knows. he’s not oblivious, he notices the way isak reacts to his presence, to him. he’s been noticing him for weeks, weeks before they first met. he saw the way isak was when he came over to his place the previous week, he saw the look in his eyes, the light in his eyes, he saw the way he smiled and laughed, he noticed the changes in his voice. he probably memorized his facial expressions and the things he said last friday. kept replaying them in his mind every single day, in class, before going to bed, when he was with other people 

earlier in that episode, when he came to give isak his snapback, in a matter of seconds, he understood that isak hadn’t told his friends he had gone to his place, he understood that he didn’t want them to know. because he sees and understands. he remembered the cardamom on the cheese toasties five weeks later, how they were sitting on the floor of his room as they ate them, he remembered isak saying he had a drop of water in his throat, he remembered isak talking about parallel universes. because he pays such close attention to isak and the way he looks and moves and speaks and all the things he says

do you think that even, who saw this boy on the first day of school, who was probably looking forward to seeing him even when it was just at school, in public, in rooms and hallways with other students, would not notice how isak was acting? notice the way he’s been looking at him the moment he showed up at his place for the pregame? the way he starred at him when he kissed sonja and looked at him straight in the eyes? how tensed he was as he told him about sonja and how they’d been together for years? the intonation of his voice as he said his okay’s (been together since we were 15. okay. can’t dump her. okay). do you think that even who’s been desperately trying to spend time alone with this boy he was falling for would not notice the smile that spread all over isak’s face when he realized that even was messing with him, the smile he was trying to stop it, in vain? do you think he would not sense his attraction to him? the vulnerability?

of course even notices. and since he came to see isak in his kitchen, he’s only been kidding, pretending not to be serious. but with that little nod, he grows more serious. with that little nod, it’s like he’s saying i see you, i see it, i’ve seen you for a while. it’s reassuring. it’s okay. it’s understanding. i know, isak. i know. me too

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➤ Character: Min Yoongi x reader

➤ Genre/words: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,648 words

➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

➤ a/n: for my curious babies, @ssconce, @the95liner :’)



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When I picture the perfect life, I imagine myself in a small apartment in a small town, but near to a big one so I can get lost in the noise if I like but I can also enjoy the peace. I would hang inspirational quotes all over the walls and small lights to brighten the place. I would have a bookcase with all my favorite books and a long list of books to read. I would take the subway to work every day and I would be able to make a living out of my ability to twist words. I have always admired the power of words to touch a person’s soul, you just have to say the right ones.
And last but not least, I would come home to my best friend who would excitedly tell me about their day and all the jokes they came up with during the day and we would just relax on the couch in front of Netflix. It might not be much but it would be perfect for me.
—  giulswrites
The Summer Fling (Chapter 6) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “John F. Kennedy International Airport”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: Welp, it’s 4:47am, and this will post at 10, my dedication to you people borders on lunacy. I hope you like it. I’m sorry if it’s not my best, I am tired. 

Summary: Dylan picks Y/n up from the airport after her trip to visit family for the Fourth of July and deepens their connection and trust.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by ageofthesith

Dylan O'Brien:  You come home tomorrow morning….. :)

You:  omg… i do?!

Dylan O'Brien: haha shut up.

Dylan O'Brien : Um, did you have plans for tomorrow when you get home?

You:  i land at 6pm and i was just going to take the airtran from JFK to Jamaica and I was going to take the subway from there, why?

Dylan O'Brien: Do you have any interest in seeing Spiderman?

You:  tomorrow?

Dylan O'Brien:  Yeah, if I came out and picked you up from the airport, would you be in the mood to see the movie with me that night?

You:  you’re gonna drive all the way out from the Montauk to Brooklyn to get me from the airport to then see a two hour movie and then drive three hours back to the Hamptons and not fall asleep and crash and die….

Dylan O'Brien: Well when you put it that way… Yeah, I still want to see you.

Dylan O'Brien: And I want to see Spiderman :)

You: :)

You:  well, i want to see you, so if you really want to do all of that, then yea. I’ll see Spiderman with you tomorrow night.

Dylan O'Brien: i’ll see you at JFK at 6. text me when you land and send me your flight info?

You:  okay. goodnight, Dyl.

Dylan O'Brien: Sweet dreams, Y/n. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

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Suits: Part 1

New Got7 Mini Series

Genre: romance, mystery, crime, thriller

“Some people don’t change…they just find new ways to lie.”

Teaser  Part 2

The bustling sound of taxi cars speeding by and truck horns rang through your ears as you exited your townhouse. The foggy morning sky was quite the typical sight to see as you prodded down the concrete steps and onto the busy sidewalk. People were racing past, panicking to call a taxi within the crowded street as it was 8 a.m. crunch time – meaning kids had to be in school and adults had to be at work.

Fastening the last button on your peacoat, you kept yourself warm and your purse near as you made your way down the street, starting on the familiar path that you took every morning. “Excuse me,” you muttered as you would make your way through hundreds of other civilians, walking down the steps and navigating your way through the underground subway station.

You were quick to find your station number, having the digits 309 engraved in your mind after countless rides. As soon as the door opened, you made your way inside the car – quickly finding a seat and plopping down as other passengers soon began to file in.

People squashed in like sardines, packing into the cart as much as possible just as the doors closed shut and the driver announced for takeoff. Among those, multiple voices were heard. With some sounding not much friendlier than others as you caught a few high school girls pushing another girl into the corner, calling her obscene names and demanding that she get off “their” train.

It was obvious that the poor girl was being bullied – however, despite the ruckus their torment was causing, none of the other passengers said a word. You snapped your head around, shocked that people stayed on their phones and pretended like they were completely oblivious to what was going on in front of them.

A girl was being bullied right there and yet, no one did a thing to stop it.

The idea itself made you sick, not knowing how a society could be so cruel as to not even lend a hand when help was needed.

So you abruptly stood up and out of your seat, eyeing the group of girls as you stalked towards them.

“You should’ve just walked to school, seems like you could use the exercise.” You heard one of the bullies remark with a laugh while pointing at the poor girl in humiliation as the others began to follow suit and laugh. You quickly noticed this particular loud girl was like the ring leader, continuing to crack cruel insults and initiating trouble while the other three high schoolers giggled like hyenas beside her.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” The leader further demanded, instigating the situation even more as she circled the poor girl like a predator.

But as the helpless girl stayed completely silent, it only pissed off the bully even more. “You scared? Say something!” She yelled, launching forward and raising a fist at the victim before you came from behind and caught it in mid-air.

“What the hell,” the bully snapped before squealing in pain as you held her arm in a lock position. “What are you doing – let go of me bitch!”

“Now you weren’t about to hit my friend here – were you?” You smirked.

“It’s none of your business lady, now let me go!” She demanded before she swung her other fist at you.

With a bored sigh, you twisted her arm in a downward position, holding it in a way that made her yelp out and fall to her knees in pain. Her friends stayed put, not bothering to get involved as you had made their leader fall within seconds. “Apologize,” you scolded the girls.

“Fuck no,” the leader hissed before you twisted her arm once more. “Ow!!” She yelled before looking up to you, “Alright, fine. I’m sorry.”

“Not to me,” you interjected. “To her.”

She watched as your eyes diverted to the girl in the corner, “…I’m sorry.” The leader muttered, looking embarrassed as she kept her head down.

 “Good,” you approved just as the train came to a stop. “Now get out of here.”

Without another word, the bully and her friends obeyed your order – each exiting out of the subway but not without giving you dirty glares first, making sure you saw the anger on their faces before leaving.

As soon as the doors closed, you turned back to the victim, looking at her as she awkwardly stood in the corner. “You can have my seat,” you gestured, nodding in the direction of your now empty leather chair.

The girl merely nodded her head in return, almost as if nonverbally expressing her gratitude as she shot you a small smile and sat down.

“That was really cool of you,” a guy mumbled as you joined him in waiting near the door. As soon as your stop came into sight, you glanced back to him.

“It’s my job.” You answered with a grin before stepping off the train.

And indeed it was as you were an attorney – dedicating your life to defend those in need.

It was a risky job to say the least, being a part of such a prestigious firm – if you made one wrong move your head was on the chopping block. It’s a fast paced, highly intense type of work but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

But of course with power comes competition and amongst yours and the other firms in the city there were the best lawyers and attorneys otherwise known as the elites. However, despite the prestigious title, in this tight circle of people there were secrets and scandals everywhere you turned. Someone was always turning their back on someone and needless to say it was hard to trust the people amongst yourself.

But lucky for you, you found solace in someone.

A loud ding of the bell signaled your arrival as you entered through the narrow door. You were instantly greeted by the pleasant smell of comfort food as you wandered in, seeing the familiar sight of a jukebox and red and white checkered walls.

The classic tunes of Elvis boomed through the diner as you found an empty seat at the bar before being greeted by a smiling face. “Morning Y/N, you having the usual?” Your friend BamBam asked as he rolled up from the other side of the bar.

“Of course,” you grinned while removing your coat and leaving it to hang on the back of your stool. “Hey Youngjae! Y/N is here. Fix her up the usual,” BamBam shouted towards the back kitchen before tending to the other tables as the morning crowd kept the server quite busy.

“Got it,” Youngjae casually announced, grabbing some ingredients before noticing you in the front. “Hey Youngjae,” you greeted with a friendly wave as you watched him through the small open window of the kitchen door.

“Y/N!” He called with a warm smile, “Been a while since we’ve seen you.”

“Oh I know, it’s been what? A whole 12 hours?” You admitted and he laughed while finishing the final touches on your food.

It was a traditional favorite you had been eating since you were a child – homemade buttermilk waffles cooked golden to perfection. With every comforting bite you took, you felt like you were back home at your grandmother’s house - waking up every morning with a plate full of waffles just begging to be topped with maple syrup.

“So what have you been up to? Anything exciting this week?” BamBam asked, sliding across the freshly mopped floor with his leather shoes. “Nothing lately, cases have been pretty slow.” You casually answered while Youngjae came out of the kitchen and set your plate down.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of your food, looking more appetizing than ever while paired with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. “Thanks,” you grinned at the cook before he leaned over the counter beside BamBam. “Ah, you never let me down. These are delicious, Youngjae.” You complimented after swallowing a piece of waffle.

“Only the best for the greatest attorney in the city,” Youngjae added, pretending to bow down to you before BamBam teasingly pushed him. “Oh stop it, you’re going to make my head swell up.” You laughed before the bell chime rung again.

You kept your attention on your breakfast, not bothering to look up as BamBam greeted the newcomer. “Welcome,” he routinely greeted. “What can I get you?”

“Just a coffee, please.” The newcomer’s voice responded. From the deep tone you could tell it was a man nearby as you could feel a newfound presence to your left at the bar. While taking another bite of your waffle, you heard BamBam towards the back bustling around and pouring a fresh cup. “Cream or sugar?” The server asked before you finally decided to look up at your surroundings.

And just as you did you laid eyes on the newcomer beside you.

He was tall and handsome – donning a head full of dark hair and a classic suit. He looked like an established young business man of some sort. His features were broad and sharp, giving him a captivating look like no other as he casually stood there against the bar. He was an eye catcher, far too good to look away from before you suddenly caught his eye.

And it was at that moment he had to take a double look – eyes now off the phone and attention purely on you before BamBam asked, “Cream or sugar?” once more.

“Black,” the man simply repeated while still keeping eye contact with you. He seemed in a daze as you slowly looked away, causing him to crack a smile before his coffee arrived. The man took a few sips of his drink before his phone began to ring again, causing him to inwardly huff a little before answering the device.

“Hello?” He answered into the speaker as you rummaged through your bag to fetch your credit card – needing to quickly pay before you were late for work. However, the man’s conversation was soon tuned out as you started to panic, internally freaking out as you opened your wallet and your credit card was missing.

“Shit,” you inwardly cursed before rummaging through the tote once more. “What’s wrong?” Youngjae asked, looking over at you with a raised brow. “Umm…I can’t seem to find my card,” you admitted as soon as you remembered you left it at home.

Your words had garnered the handsome man’s attention nearby, causing him to look at you once more as both BamBam and Youngjae both told you not to worry about it this time.

“Here,” the man announced, stepping forward and coolly taking out a platinum card out of his pocket. “It’s on me,” he added – shooting you a quick smile in return. BamBam nearly gasped at the gesture, grinning between the two of you before nodding and taking the man’s credit card before he returned to his conversation on the phone.

Not wanting to interrupt his conversation, you mouthed the words thank you to the kind stranger, making sure he saw you before you bid your two friends goodbye and headed towards the door. BamBam shot you a disapproving scowl from behind, sneakily nodding his head towards the stranger as if telling you to stay and talk to him.

You shook your head, almost laughing aloud until you continued towards the exit.

The cool air hit your skin as you found yourself outside, casually running a hand through your hair before you were suddenly called from behind. “Hey!” A voice called, making you turn around and face the kind stranger from before. He was no longer on the phone but instead walking towards you.

Raising your brows, you stayed put, curiously looking until he stood in front of you. “…Hi,” you greeted - wondering why he was looking for you in the first place. “You forgot this,” he soon declared before handing you your peacoat.

Your eyes widened, mentally scolding yourself for forgetting it in the first place. “Ah, today is just not my day,” you humbly mumbled. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he replied, holding back a grin from within as he looked down at you.

“And listen – about the food, I’ll pay you back immediately-”

“No need,” the man interjected. “Don’t worry about it.”

You blinked a few times, completely surprised by such a nice deed. “Well thank you…again.” You added with a small smile before noticing he was still eyeing at you. His gaze was intimidating at first but you noticed there was a sense of warmth within the way he looked at you. It was charming in a way, almost drawing you in as he held this sort of alluring presence about him.

You felt your cheeks heat up before tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear – quickly snapping yourself out of this trance. “Uh…well I- I’m going to be late for work so I have to get going…” you awkwardly announced. “Nice meeting you.” You added before turning to leave once more.

“Wait-” The man called, making you turn around as you were now a few feet away from him.

“Yes?” You answered.

“I never got your name,” he confessed, staying where he was as he held his coffee in one hand.

“Y/N,” you casually stated.

“Y/N,” he repeated in an appealing tone. “I like it…I’m Jaebum by the way.”

Jaebum. The name had a familiar ring to it as it sounded much more common to you than you realized. Where have I heard that name before? You mentally asked yourself – trying to uncover the mystery. However, you couldn’t put a finger to it as he didn’t look the least bit familiar.

“Well Y/N…I hope to see you again soon,” Jaebum admitted. “Maybe you can let me take you out sometime.”

“Ahh that’s nice, but I’m not too sure my fiancée would like that.” You teased before throwing up your hand and showing off your engagement ring.

Jaebum looked intrigued by the large diamond, raising his dark brows as his lips twisted into a smirk. “Fiancée you say?” He questioned before taking a sip of his coffee. “Lucky man.”

“Indeed he is,” you answered, causing Jaebum to chuckle in response. “Well I’ll see you around then Y/N.” He concluded. “Have a good rest of your day.”

“You too,” you replied before continuing on your way to your office. It was a block down from the diner but with crowded sidewalks and busy streets, you still ended up being late to work.

“You’re late,” you immediately heard as you raced down the hall towards your office – making you halt and turn towards the room you had passed. You were now faced with a demeaning glare, looking at you up and down as you entered the office.

“Sorry, I had a weird morning,” you admitted – closing the door behind you and leaving you two alone in the room. Your heart fluttered as you eyed the man in front of you, admiring how sexy he looked in the new suit you bought him.

“That’s not a good excuse,” he commented, cocking a brow at you as he leaned back in his large leather chair.

You smirked before setting down your tote and making your way towards the handsome man. “Maybe you can let me off the hook just this one time,” you suggested while coming inches closer to him and sitting at the edge of his desk.

“Hmm… I don’t know,” he playfully hummed, eyeing your legs in front of him.

You bit your lip as he slid his hands over them, caressing the smooth surface of your thighs as you spoke once more. “But Jackson, I promise I’ll be good next time.”

“I don’t think so,” he teased, looking up to you with those charming eyes you loved so much.

“I will.” You assured and a ‘tsk’ left his mouth. “How will you convince me otherwise?” Jackson asked.

“Hmm I have my ways,” you giggled before leaning down to your fiancée and grabbing him by his tie as you whispered, “Just wait till we get home.”

He showed his pearly whites as he cracked a mischievous grin, completely satisfied by your choice of words. “I look forward to it.” He purred before moving in and capturing your lips in a hot kiss. You held him close as your lips collided, quickly beginning to turn into something more if Jackson didn’t stop you when he did.

“I had one of the secretaries put a new case on your desk, it was supposed to be mine but I think it might put you out of your boredom.” He announced with a short laugh before you gave him one last peck and straightened out your pencil skirt. “Thanks babe,” you blew a kiss, earning a wink from him in return. “You’re welcome…now get to work,” Jackson ordered before you smiled and exited out of his office.

You plopped down in your seat as soon as you saw the familiar manila folders stacked onto your desk. “Let’s see what we got here,” you whispered to yourself as you opened each one, getting excited just like opening presents on your birthday.

And just as you did, you found the case you had been assigned. It was new and a high profile murder case awaiting trial soon.

But this was no ordinary murder case – no. It was one much different compared to anything you’ve ever tackled before as there, written in plain black letters was the name of the infamous Park Jinyoung.

It’s Over [Part 1]

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: Language, HELLA ANGST
A/N: Don’t kill me when you guys read this lmao. REMINDER: I don’t have a tags list!

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You weren’t sure what happened between you and Peter, no matter how much you stayed up at night and thought about things you had said or done you couldn’t pinpoint a reason for the sudden distance he had put between you two.

It had been going on for about a month before you decided enough was enough, that you and him had to talk and you wouldn’t let him make up some excuse again. You would talk to him and get an explanation for why his attitude changed completely.

He used to be the most caring, sweetest, funniest boyfriend you ever had. Peter would treat you like you were the best thing that ever happened to him. You hadn’t even been dating for a month before he told you he loved you, a blushing and stuttering mess, and you had just laughed and told him you loved him too, much to his relief.

You two were so perfect together that even at fifteen, you couldn’t imagine a future without him. You had envisioned you both going to college, even getting married, growing old - it didn’t seem unusual to you, because he was it for you.

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tuesday mornings

member: kang daniel
genre: fluff
summary: your terrible habit of sleeping on the subway actually lead you somewhere.
requested: yes! (finally) but this is actually based on my irl experience and horrible habit of sleeping when i commuted to school except i didn’t have a cute boy like daniel around…
a/n: it’s daniel fic week on my blog for my constantly writing a soulmate au fic soulmate’s birthday week @deepdickdaniel !!! happy birthday bitch. (also thank you @onlyjihoons for helping me with my writers block)

  • university has been cutting into your sleeping time.
  • because of all the group projects, essays, and assignments, you developed unsafe habit of sleeping on the subway, 
  • you’d often get older but really kind strangers shaking you awake, telling you it’s unsafe for someone so young to sleep on the subway alone.
  • honestly, you couldn’t help it….
  • there were many times where you missed your stop so you started to tape a sign on yourself saying “wake me up at xxx station”
  • that’s when you had a regular (?) waking you up every tuesday in the same subway cart at Your Seat™ (yes you had your own seat)

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Some promotional art for The Spa Studios, where i help out with Klaus once in a while. Idea came to me while watching one of those panflute guys in the subway in madrid and had me thinking about history.

Berlin train coverage is good enough that you can just not worry about how to get places. In particular, I can leave in the morning, get off at the stop with the most interesting-sounding name, and wander for three or four hours just always walking towards the most interesting thing currently visible (I call this greedy tourism). 

And when I get tired of this there will be a subway stop nearby from which I can straightforwardly find my way back to my hostel despite not speaking a word of the language. The maps are clear and useful! The setup is intuitive! My pass pays for buses and subways and trams and trains for the whole week so I don’t have to pay more than twice the fare to turn around and leave through the turnstile I just came through (talking to you, BART) and there are little convenience stores and pretzel places and bakeries on the station so you can get a snack while waiting for your train (still talking to you, BART) which you will not do for very long because they come every 6 minutes. And they are clean and quiet and shiny. I want to take them home with me.

CEO! Minhyun

um caution some cussing and very out of character minhyun :)

also this isnt my best???? im still trying to get in the swing of writing sorry :(

LONG AF

  • it’s not like you wanted the job
  • but jesus college was piling up on you and you had no way to pay for it
  • you were going in for an interview at one of the biggest medical companies ever
  • it didnt do anything medical it just like sorted all of the medical products and stuff to the hospitals and colleges
  • so the boring part of the medical field lol
  • as soon as you walked in you just wanted to skee daddle out of there so fast
  • the aura was very……… arrogant
  • you literally sat down at the interview, more like interrogation, table and was asked very personal questions
  • “when was the last time you went on a date”
  • ??
  • “do you like cats or dogs better?”
  • ???
  • “who was the last person you had sex with?”
  • ?????????????
  • at the end of the very awkward and long interview, the lady nodded with a smirk on her face
  • “bring in minhyun”
  • now, you know the name
  • you weren’t a dumbass
  • minhyun was constantly on the news because of his newest medical packaging
  • or who he was dating
  • or what he ate for breakfast
  • SO WHEN SHE SAID HIS NAME YOUR BLOOD WENT COLD AF
  • you thought you were going to get the job and never encounter him but apparently not lol
  • after a couple of seconds of you panicking by yourself, the large oak wood door swings open and slams loudly which makes you jump in your skin
  • minhyun walks around the table and plops down where the lady was
  • jeez
  • he was good looking
  • his hair was slicked up and back and he had a black button up with a black tie
  • everything was black?
  • suddenly black was your favorite color LOL
  • he leans forward, looking you directly in the eyes
  • you wanted to break eye contact so bad but you couldnt
  • it was like he was entrancing you
  • “you have the job, ______. you are now my assistant,” he leans back in his seat, breathing out like this was a burden, “you start on sunday. let’s hope you stay longer than my other assistants”
  • with that he just gets up and leaves
  • you legit just stare at the wooden desk for a couple of seconds before having a COMPLETE MENTAL BREAKDOWN
  • “assistant???????? i applied for the front desk??!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?”
  • well
  • you cant change it
  • might as well embrace it

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She Doesn’t Kiss | GD

I started writing this before I started my blog when I was just creeping from the outside on my personal acct. This is my first ever work regarding the DT fandom, and I wanted to add it to my masterlist since it means something to me. This is what started my want to write for this blog, and my reason for starting it. I hope you guys like it as the concept is a little out there.

WARNINGS: sexual content, cursing, mature themes

Originally posted by yesiamarebelliousflower

The subway bathroom was dingy and mucky water lay stagnant under her stilettos. That damned cheap dollar store makeup wouldn’t blend for shit, she eyed Alessa through the streaked mirror to see the blonde growing impatient for the same reason.

Two businesswomen came rushing through the doors in a hurry, everyone in Manhattan was, stopping dead in their tracks upon seeing two hookers standing nonchalantly at the sinks with makeup strewn careless across the counter. Her eyes met the pair who stared appalled down the revealing skirt and fishnet stockings. She turned with a roll of her hips and propped her ass against the counter, smirking haughtily to them. “I charge $200 for women if that’s what you were gonna ask.”

They scoffed before forgetting their original plan and fleeing from the restroom without so much as a glance back. Less was horse laughing, holding herself onto the counter to keep from falling into the puddles below her. “I almost believe they thought about it. Your ass looks right in that leather skirt.”

She turned back to Alessa, laughing sarcastically. “Better look right enough to get some cash tonight, we need a place to crash.”

Alessa began throwing the palettes of neutrals into her Louis Vuitton knock off, bitching silently to herself. “If I have to sleep another night on a park bench I’ll off myself.” Pulling the bag over her shoulder, she turned to her partner in crime, hands on her hips and popping that usual bright pink bubble gum she always took to chewing. “Where off to, Y/N?”

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New chapter -Tom Holland


A/N: Aight, here you go. Alarm part 2! Please don’t hate me. I hope this came across as I wanted it to. Enjoy!

Tom Holland and Y/N broke up!

Dream couple broke up?!

Couple goals, not anymore! Do we still believe in love?

What happened?!

I came out of the store and put the envelopes into my bag, I brought for them. I looked left and right before crossing the street and wrapped my coat around my body. It was cold winter morning in London and I was walking down the street to the subway when I saw him. It had been two years since I saw him last in my apartment. Face to face. I tried to avoid the media as much as possible but couldn’t outmaneuver him completely. He was a rising star after all.

After our fight, I made him leave. I changed my number and even moved to a completely new place, so he couldn’t contact me even if he wanted to. After all this time in which I started from zero again, I was happy to realize that I wasn’t feeling hurt or heartbroken anymore. I was just sad that something so beautiful ended that way.
He was walking Tessa and was looking down to his phone and while I was debating whether to say hi or not he looked up and took that choice away.

His mouth dropped and he stood his ground while Tessa was confused and pulled at her leash to keep going. I smiled halfheartedly and raised my hand to wave at him shyly. When he still didn’t move I gathered my courage together and decided to walk over to him.
“Hey!” I greeted him and left my hands in my pockets so there wouldn’t be an awkward should-we-shake-hands-or-not-moment.
“H-…uh..Hi,” he stuttered and scratched the back of his head and looked down again.
“You look…good,” he complimented me and I cracked a half smile.
“Thanks! Can’t say that about you though. Tough shoots?” I asked and he nodded while chuckling nervously.

“Yeah, you know how it is. Never done two movies at the same time. It’s kinda kicking my ass.” He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.
“Alright. Nice to see you again,” I said politely and was about to turn away to leave when he stopped me.
“Y/N! Can we-…uh talk?” He asked suddenly and I shot him a look over my shoulder. His face was pale, only cheeks and nose slightly red from the cold. One hand holding the leash of Tessa, the other one going through his hair every now and then. His eyes not able to look into mine longer than a few seconds.

“Sure,” I answered and he let out a breath of relieve.

“My apartement is around the corner, we could go there. Have a coffee-…or, or not. I mean if it’s weird. We could go to a café but I don’t think that you would want to have pictures taken with me. I mean, it’s up…”

“Your apartement is just fine, Tom,” I said and when I said his name his head shot up and he looked into my eyes, with an expression I couldn’t quite define.
“Yeah. Uh…just around the corner,” he said after gathering himself and lead the way.

My heart skipped a beat when I realized which one was his apartement. I knew this door, these steps, this doorbell. We almost moved in here together. We were sitting at the table and he made some sugary tea which we were sipping in silence now.
“So, did you finish college?” he asked as if we were best mates catching up.
“Yeah. I did, a year ago actually. I’m working now.”

“You do? How is it going?”

“Really good. If I keep receiving orders I could open up my own office in a few years. How about you?” I asked him and pushed my hair out of my face which were falling over my shoulders.

“Always rolling. As always,” he answered and we both fell into an awkward silence where we neither could look at each other nor dare to make a sound.

“I’m sorry.” He finally broke the awkward silence and I looked up to see teares in his eyes.

“I know,” I said and stirred my tea again for no reason.
“You really broke my heart,” I added not because it would change anything but because I had to say it.
“I know. I really am sorry for everything I caused you. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. And yet, I did,” he said and I could hear his knee bounce under the table nervously.
“Well, I am fine now. I’m happy,” I said and gave him a reassuring smile. I took the mug into my right hand to take a sip, while I hid my left under the table.

“That’s good. Really.” He looked up with a sad smile on his lips and ran his hand through his hair again. “I wish I could say the same. After…we broke up, I couldn’t deal with the thought of never seeing you again. You changed your number, your apartement. It, it was like you never exsisted,” he said and I could see his hands trembling. Was it a bad idea to come here? To dig up the past? I could feel the tension grow between the two of us but neither one of us dared to say something for quite some time and the only noise was the rain hammering against the windows.

“I never got to thank you. After all I did, you still protected me from the press and did not tell them what really happened. Thank you. Even though I would have deserved every bit of hate from the media and my fans.”,he said and started fiddling with his fingers.

“I did it because I just wanted to get out. Clean cut, without the drama. And it wouldn’t have changed anything, would it?” I shrugged my shoulders and tugged my hair behind my ear to keep it steady.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated and suddenly his hand was lying on mine and I flinched away.
“I know this is unbelievably stupid of me to hope but I still wish a future for us. It was a mistake that will never happen again. And now that you finished college we could always be together. You could work from where we are and it would be…”

“I’m getting married.” I blurted out and interrupted him mid sentence. His mouth dropped and his eyes widened, trying to understand what I just said and I panicked.
“I’m engaged. He was my neighbor at my new place. I’ll be marrying Chris in a month.” I pulled my left hand out from under the table and laid it on top of my right, showing the diamond engagement ring on my ringfinger.

“I-…Congratulations,” he said, while staring at my hand and was still not able to process what I was telling him. Another awkward silence spread between us and I felt incredibly awefull.
“I should go,” I said and stood up while shouldering myself into my coat at the same time.
“Thanks for the tea. It was nice to see you again.” I said and was about to rush out when he gathered himself together.

“No, wait! I-…Are you happy?” With him, he wanted to add but even though he did not say it , I knew what he meant.
“We’re not going to do this Tom.” I shook my head and he shook his head as if he was waking up from a trance.
“Of course. That was-…I’m sorry. I’m happy for you,” he stuttered and I shoved my hands back into my pockets.
“Good bye Tom.”

***
~POV change~

Tom thought that he would never see you again after you rushed out of his apartement. Fled, really. He was devastated to a point that he could not breath after you left and he had to sit down to calm his nerves.
Weeks past and Tom came home from the grocery store when he found an envelope in his mailbox. He took it inside and what he saw when he opened it, made his knee tremble and a gasp escaped his mouth.

Dear Tom,
I’m sorry that I fled that day. You deserved a more detailed explanation but I was afraid and certainly not ready. This may seem bizzare to you but I would be really happy to see you at my wedding. No I’m not delusional like most people thought when they heared what I had decided to do. I need you to see that I am happy, so you can move on and be happy too. If you still care for me just a little bit I’ll see you at my wedding. I hope you do.

Love, Y/N.

Attached to the letter was an invitation.

***

It was past midnight. The wedding was almost over, only family members hanging around, chatting in distance, slightly drunk. Tom didn’t have the courage to show up earlier, with the mass staring at him and your family judging him. He was wearing a casual tuxedo when he arrived at the  place and he was hoping that you did not leave yet. The darkness allowed him to melt in with the shadows so no one recognized him while he made his way to the tent, which was arranged beautifully. He was sure that you loved it. As he entered the tent his heart sank for a moment when he couldn’t see a bride. It was very bright inside, white and gold were the dominant colours. It wasn’t overpowering but still elegant, just how you liked it. Music was playing in the distance creating a cozy and peacefull mood. It was empty until someone appeared from the other side of the tent and stared directly at Tom.

He was taller than Tom, had darker hair than him and piercing blue eyes. Handsome for sure. Tom knew right away that he was the groom, no doubt. As of the groom, he knew exactly who was standing infront of him.
“You came,” Chris said and walked slowly towards Tom with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Even if it’s almost over,” he added when they were standing right infront of each other and Tom nodded slightly.

“I’m Chris,” he introduced himself with no anger or hatred to Toms surprise and reached out his hand for Tom to shake it.
“Nice to meet you. Congratulations,” Tom said awkwardly and shook the grooms hand.
“I know that this is not the most common situation. Having the ex at a wedding who just happens to be a moviestar,” Chris said and shoved his hands into his pockets while looking at his feet, his shoulders tense.

“I know. I wouldn’t have come if she didn’t want me to.”

“Yeah.” Chris furrowed his brows trying to find the right words but it was pointless. He let out a sigh and looked up into Toms eyes.
“Look. I know what happened between you two. I was there to pick up the pieces and put them back together. It was not my intention to marry her, hell we were just neighbors at first but we developed feelings. Really deep ones, rooted, based on trust. And that’s why I was okay with her inviting you. She is finally happy. The smile on her face that I saw today was the most genuine smile I have ever seen from her. But she needs to close the chapter which you guys left open, for her own health and happieness. So please don’t ruin it.” Chris was genuine and kind while asking him but Tom did not miss the threatening undertone.

“I won’t.” Tom couldn’t say more, there was a lump in his throat.

“Alright. I’ll go get her,” he said and patted Toms shoulder awkwardly.
“And thank you. For coming,” he added before leaving to get you. Tom followed him with his gaze and when he turned around the corner he saw you. There you were in a long, white, silky dress, elegantly hugging your curves in all the right places. Your hair was in a updo, only some streaks falling down softly from the sides, showing the affects of the long day. You were holding a glass of champagne and currently laughing at something your friend said, throwing your head back, eyes wrinkling slightly, showing your white teeth. A genuine laugh, from the bottom of your heart.
When Chris reached you, your smile changed. It was still genuine but filled with innocent love and understanding. Your eyes were glowing and in the golden light you looked like an angel to Tom. You wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned against his side while he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his hand resting on your arm. You looked up to him and leaned in to give him a kiss and that was the moment Tom couldn’t bare looking anymore and looked away into the distance. His heart dropped a beat and he felt like someone was strangling him.

When Tom gathered himself together and dared to look up again he saw you directly looking at him. Your mouth slightly ajar, your hand still resting on Chris’ arm. You broke the eyecontact first and looked up to Chris. You cupped his face with one hand and Tom could see you say something to him which made both of them smile. You leaned in to give him a quick kiss on his cheek before you pulled away and walked over to Tom, while Chris led everyone out of the, almost empty, tent.
“May I have this dance?” you asked with a playfull, soft voice and reached your hand out for him to take it and a sad smile appeared on Toms face.
He took your hand and rested his other one on your waist while yours was on his shoulder. You put your chin on his shoulder and closed your eyes while you slowly stepped back and forth to the music in the background.

“I’m happy that you came,” you finally said and he chuckled nervously.
“You look stunning. Wouldn’t miss it,” he joked halfheartedly and made you chuckle too while your cheeks blushed.
“Shut up. Don’t jinx it!”
You two fell into a peacefull silence where time seemed to stop and it was only you two. It was in that moment you had a realization. You were happy. There was no more broken pieces in your chest. Finally, after two years, you felt whole and at peace. You were happy with who you were and with whom you’d spent your life with.

“I forgive you, Tom,” you whispered into his ear and you could hear him holding his breath while his body tensed up.
“And you should forgive yourself too,” you added while pulling away. The dance was over.
“Because if you don’t, you’ll never find happieness and I believe from the bottom of my heart that you deserve to be happy. No matter what happened in the past. I’m happy now, you should try it too. I should even thank you, for helping me find my soulmate. Even if it happened on bad conditions.”

You could see him tear up and so were you.
“I love you Tom. Always will,” you said and started backing away with a peacefull smile on your face.

“I love you too. Always will,” he answered and you could see a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek.
And with that you turned around and left the tent to go to your newly wedded husband whom you loved more than anything in the world. Finally the chapter was closed.

Tom was left behind but the strange thing was that he felt light. Like a weight was lifted from his shoulders and he could finally breath again. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before turning around to also leave the tent and his past behind.

He finally could start a new chapter. Both of you could.

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He asked me if I could model for him

Ok so be ready because it’s going to be long☕️
I went to Seoul in June for two weeks (it was pretty lit!!!!) and all I want it’s going back there. It’s so amazing, people are so cool and they love us tbh. I’m 19, a tall dark skin woman. I’m french so sorry if my english seems bad lmao. I went with my cousin and her best friend. Her best friend is crazy about kpop & khiphop like me so we did lot of activities kmusic related. My cousin was so lost sometimes and didnt understand when we were fangirling lmao. I could talk about my trip for so looooong but it’s not why i’m posting here. Sistas, korean boys love us. I have so much tea to spill about it but I’m going to tell you about a story.
For our last day in seoul before going back to france we were walking in the street and passed by a streetfood. My cousin start whining “I want to eat kibimbap so bad 😩” AND an ajumma came out of nowhere “Kibimbap??? Here. Come. Here kibimbap here my ladies” LMAO i was dying of laughter because right after my cousin said this the ajumma came, catch her arm and forced us to come in her restaurant. The ajummas were my favourite in seoul, they are so funny and I had a lot of conversation with them tbh. Mostly in subways when they saw me they start talking to me saying that I’m pretty and love my hair (I was wearing braids for my trip). So we were in her restaurant and we sat here WHEN OMG!!! We saw behind us this group of korean guys at another table. They were so handsome. They were talking and joking and we were like “awww” secretly lmao. The woman served us kibimbap and she saw I was the younger so she helped me with the chopsticks (I still don’t know how to eat with) and even mixed the food in my plate for me lol.

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Title: Your owner

Group:BTS

Member: J-hope/Jung Hoseok

AU: Puppy Hybrid

Genre: fluff, smutishhhh

A/N: Okay, this was a request so I tried to keep it the way it was requested. However, I’m thinking about making a second part.. SO EVERY FEEDBACK IS APRECIATED. As is every request.<3 

PART TWO LAYS HERE


4 years ago

 19. December

“Dear Santa Claus, this Christmas I want a friend. It can be a furry friend too. Something like a puppy. This year I have been a good girl and I have been listening to my parents. I believe that you will make my wish come true”

Paper after paper, letter after letter. It has to be perfect. Even though I know that Santa Claus is only my precious parents this letter has to be perfect. I’ve been asking for a puppy since I was six. I have a feeling that this year is going to be the year. This year I will finally have my puppy. A brown one, almost red and it will be one of those little creatures that will turn into big guarding dogs.

With the thoughts of my future friend, I ran down the stairs from my bedroom to the living room. My mum was in the middle of heated explanation how the latest book she was reading made absolute no sense while dad was listening and smiling as if he sees mum for the first time. Their love was adorable, their love for pets…not so much.

“It’s done. Mum here. It is even written on Christmas paper. I put a lot of effort in it.”

She smiled at me with her really warm smile that always made me believe that there is hope. Of course she knew what I wanted, because every year I ask for the same thing.

 “I know honey. I’m going to give it to Santa and let him decide. How about that? Now go to bed.” 

“Yes mama. Dad, good night. I love you both.” I feel like this time I made it. This puppy is mine.

Running up the stairs back to my room, I jumped on the bed, curling in the blanket, hugging my little stuffed bunny and dreaming of endless games with my new furry friend, who I was sure I’m getting. He is going to be my little bundle of hope. Hope, this is going to be his name. Hope.

25. December

The moment my sleepy eyes opened, I felt the Christmas rush running through my body. I jumped right through the door of my room.

“Christmas!!!” The shout pierced the air, leaving little feelings of Christmas joy though the air, just like snowflakes.  “Darling, I see you are excited.” really mummy, really?

“Why is that?” “Like every other kid I’m waiting for my present.” Suddenly a loud knock on the door interrupted my I’m still a child speech. “Will you please go to open the door? I’m little busy making Christmas food. Your Grandmother is coming for dinner.”

Opening the door left me with tears in my eyes. He was everything I have ever wanted. He was brown-red, fluffy, small creature that is going to become my big guardian and he was cuddling in my dad’s arms.

“Merry Christmas.” Dad was all big smiles. He hated dogs five days ago, but now he looked so happy as if my mum gave birth again.

Tears from happiness were making a new Niagara under me while I muttered only one word 

“Hope.”

2016

 *birthday*

 “You are legal. Congrats on being able to buy alcohol in which you are gonna drawn yourself, because you have no boyfriend. Your best friend, Anni.” Read I out load, looking at my best friend, not knowing what to say. “Should I say thanks or should I smack you with the biology book, which by the way is 550 pages.” “I’m only honest. I love you so much, but you have to find yourself a man. Even I, the biggest nerd have a boyfriend.” She said looking at the direction of our legendary football team and particular at the leader of the team, Sehun, who Inna has been dating for almost a year now. “Thank you for reminding me, even on my birthday, that I’m miserable. I appreciate that.” My mood was slowly dying, no matter the fact it was my birthday. “Always here for you. Look, I am saying this as a friend, the only thing you love in your life is Hope and your parents. And Hope is a dog. A big, big dog, but a dog none the less. You can’t expect a boyfriend when you treat your dog like one.” “Excuse you, but actually I prefer Hope to man. If Hope was a man…then he was going to be the perfect man. But he is a dog. So I prefer the dog instead of a horny hormone creature.” Daggers were send my way as my BFF only rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.

Anni, actually, has been my best friend for the last three years and no matter the situation I know I can always rely on her. Through the day she is a good student following the rules, queen of the school, through the night she is the queen of the parties.

However I wasn’t. Parties have never been my thing. Too loud, too sweaty, too many bodies in the same places, too much smell of sex. On party you can meet boys our age, but almost all of them are only horny bastards waiting for a quick fuck.

“The dog can’t bring you the pleasure a man can.” She looked at me with the face *Got you* and she actually did “Don’t you dare telling me you don’t touch yourself at the thought of a handsome stranger ravishing you. I know all your kinks. I have gone through your phone.”

Flaming red spread on my cheeks. It was true I had some kinks and that whenever I feel like it or I was bored to death at home my fingers instantly disappeared under my pajama shorts. I am an experimental kind of person. I have tried all kind of things on my feels. Inna calls it “NOT HAVING A MAN”, I call it “Learning about myself.

“But still…I want to find a man that fits into my criteria list. Not some random dude that won’t even be able to satisfy me and my needs. I am a bratty little creature sometimes.” “You tell me that. Sometimes even I don’t know how to live with you.”

As the talk was progressing from 0 to 100 real quick, we heard a “There you are.” And came face to face with Sehun.” Happy birthday pup Y/N. You will be able to buy alcohol and get drunk because you have no boyfriend. Congrats.” This two have been going out for too long. They even say the same things now. “Are you two a couple by any chance? Because just like I’m gonna hit her with the biology book, I will hit you with the philosophy one, which is just as big.” I said smiling sarcastically at the tall giant standing in front of us. He smiled back with his *you won’t do it* smile.

“Guys, listen. As my only friends I proudly invite you to at our family dinner dedicated to my birthday. This is an exclusive invitation that no else has the privilege to become.” “Does it involve your mother chocolate German cake?” they said at the same time looking at me. But I have already predicted this question “For who do you take me? Of course it has my mums’ chocolate German cake.” “We are in.” they said together again. Sometimes I’m thinking if their minds are just two halves of only one. The sound of the bell interrupted our chat about the dinner table tonight. And the teacher walked into the room like a dictator and I was ready to fight this math class.

Thank God the clock decided to move faster and in no time school was finished, the subway came fast and on time, I was home earlier than expected. The moment the door opened I was greeted with a bark of happiness and no light at all.

The house was empty and almost no sound could be heard, expect for the steps of a giant dog coming my way. “Hope! How have you been big boy? Have you eaten yet?” he barked and I knew he haven’t eaten yet. ”Okay, I understand. Since you have been a very good boy lately and I have birthday today, I brought you something special.” I said pulling out his favorite snack, small white chocolate granules, puting them in his cup and sitting next to him. His brown fur turned more red with time and by now it is almost dusted red.

“Hope, I recently had a dream. In it I had a boyfriend. He was really handsome. Somehow it reminded me of you. Can you imagine if you were a human? I imagine you being really handsome. If you were a man, then I would’ve gladly fallen in love with you, because I know you will be great.” 

And for a moment Hope stopped eating and looked at me. Like he actually knew what I was talking about. Like he understood me and any second he was going to turn into human. But he didn’t do anything. Only continue watching me. 

The front door cracked, heels making noises on the marble floor of the house and I hear my most favorite voice. Mum is back home.

“Honey, are you home?” this honey voice is the reason why I am a good daughter. “I’m in the kitchen with Hope. We were having an interesting chat. ” “Can you help your old mother to do the German chocolate cake. Are Anni and Sehun coming?” “Of course they are. They are my only friends.” “Good, that means less trouble for me. Come here and give me the eggs from the fridge.” 

3 hours later, lots of laughing and joking on our little family birthday dinner, made me so frustrated that I can’t explain it. The handsome stranger. He was stuck in my mind. But also the look on Hope’s face. He was strange lately. Following me around, cuddling me whenever he could. I tell you, just as if he is going to turn into human every second now. I got so distracted in thoughts that I hardly heard when my best friend said “Y/N time to blow your candles and make a wish.” Mum brought out everyone’s favorite cake with so many pink candles. I love pink, therefor my candles were pink, just like the icing of the cake. “Make a wish.” Said Anni, smiling like a proud mother. ”Oh, and don’t tell us about it.” Just as I was about to make a wish a lick on my knee reminded me that Hope was here too. Mum saw him under the table and called out his name. He went next to her and stayed like the perfectly trained dog he was. But his eyes. Those eyes weren’t the eyes of an animal. I swear to god those eyes are human. And I knew what to wish *I wish that my handsome stranger is a real, breathing human being that will satisfy my boyfriend to do list. I want nothing more and nothing less than that.*

The flames from the candles died down just like the family dinner. Soon after everyone were happy and full from my mother’s cooking, we all went to sleep. My father drived both Sehun and Anni, because he didn’t trust the tall giant of a boyfriend. For her my father is like her second father. Always taking care for her like his own daughter.  I helped mum clean the table and soon after I was tugged in the warmth of my blanket in my favorite oversized shirt.

Just as I was about to fall asleep I felt the bed sinking and a giant fluff ball lying next to me.

“Hope, is this necessary? Can’t you sleep on the floor like the other dogs? Or at least don’t sleep on my head.” He looked at me like I’m stupid and not able to understand his reasons for doing this, which I really did not understand. But he didn’t move and I just gave up. “Fine, this is the last night you sleep here. I will let you since is my birthday.” At that time I had no idea how wrong I am and soon sleep took over me and the train to dreamland drove off.

 Morning sun flooded my closed eyes so naturally I hid from it turning to the side of the headboard on my right. It was so cosy and nice and it had abs. The headboard caged me between its arms bringing me warmth and safeness. Wait…MY BED HAS NO HEADBOAR. A HEADBOAR HAS NO STRONG ARMS. AND IT DOESN’T SMELL LIKE HOPE’S SHAMPOO. My eyelids instantly opened and I wasn’t wrong. Caging me between his arms was a stranger. My stranger. The one I dreamed about with the dusty red hair and handsome features. He was lying on my bed half naked, only in grey sweatpants looking like a God while sleeping like a baby. It was a sin to wake him up, but I can’t just let my parents see a total stranger cuddling with their daughter on a Saturday morning. So lightly shaking his arm, the words fell of my mouth “Excuse me, who are you? What are you doing here? Please wake up.” And he did.

 Slowly opening his eyes, I was greeted with a pair of blue orises which I will never mistake. Those were Hope’s baby blue eyes. “Oh you are awake. I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you. Are you okay?” “Who are you?” a wide gummy smile lit his features making his handsome face even more handsome. “You can’t recognize me? I’m your handsome stranger, the one that came in your dream.” The feeling of shock overtook me. The only breathing creature on the planet knowing about my dream was Hope and he was a dog. ”How do you know about this?”

“Come on Y/n. You really don’t know who I am? My name is Hoseok, but for the last four years you have been calling me Hope.”


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Cleopatra (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by j-murphy

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actor!Reader

Warning: Mention of death

Summary: Y/n writes letters to her ex-boyfriend, Tom when break up after he asks her to marry him. She writes all the letters in hope that he’ll come back to her. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Just a little fic I decided to write while listening to “Cleopatra” by The Lumineers.  Antony is the sequel with Tom’s responses to the letters Y/n writes.

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                                                                                                       May 30, 2017

Dear Tom,

It’s been two weeks since you left me and I really wish we hadn’t fallen apart. It’s been three weeks since we buried my father and I wish he was here to help me figure out how to move on.

But please, baby, you have to understand why I said no to your proposal. You asked on the first saddest day of my life, the second being your departure from my life, from our town. 

“No” just seemed to fall from my lips without warning that day. That makes sense though, believe me. I couldn’t get engaged the day my father was put to rest. 

Don’t you remember? I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. Hell, you had to force me to take a shower by doing it with me, by washing my body for me. I was sobbing on the bed in my childhood room when you knelt beside me. When you kept the mascara that stained my face from staining those pink rose and white sheets. 

It was when my sobs subsided, when everyone stopped coming by to see how I was that you pressed that ring into my hand, the one my father gave you when you asked for his hand in marriage. The very ring he placed in my mother’s when he asked her to marry him. 

“Marry me.” was all you had said, so simple and effective. 

I was shocked, my face sticky and my mouth dry as it hung open and your lips pursed into a nervous smirk. 

“No.” fell from my lips and the tears once again began to flow, not from my eyes, but yours.

It was the first time I had seen you cry. The first time I had seen sobs take over your being as you repeated the question of “why?”

Yet, I couldn’t answer why I said no, why I allowed the answer to fall from my lips when I truly wanted to say “yes”, especially when you stained my bed sheets, the beautiful pink roses, with angry tears.

                                                                                                          Forgive me,

                                                                                                                       Y/n

p.s. Happy early birthday. I hid a present for you under the staircase.


                                                                                                        June 1, 2017

Dear Tom,

I’d hate to rain on your birthday parade, but I couldn’t get you off my mind. You’re welcome for the gift, it was the least I could do. I still love you, you know. Even if we aren’t friends or dating. 

I have some news. I will be playing Cleopatra in the movie adaption of Cleopatra and Antony. I know you probably don’t care, but I am very glad to have landed such a large role. 

That day still runs through my head. That Sunday. 

I remember how I left the mud stains on my father’s beautiful white carpet when you chased me out of the rain and into the warmth of that little house on the hill. I remember the sticky and sweet smell of the rain on our skin, the way you shook you head to dry off. 

I still remember how it took you all day to find out that the mud on the carpet couldn’t be removed because of how it hardened and cracked like my heart did when you announced you were leaving me. 

That day, Sunday, had gone by so slowly. The rain droned on overhead. The umbrellas were all black except for yours, with it’s bright and odd blue that seemed to make us stand out more than when I came crashing into you with loud and overwhelming sobs. The rain didn’t touch you, didn’t seem as if it ever would, like it was scared of the strength you had. 

I know you loved my father as much as I did and your lack of emotion, or should I say your perseverance of emotion, was all to protect me from the dark and dreariness of the day. I know when you discovered the mud stains on the carpet had cracked and dried, your eyes didn’t glazed over and your brows hadn’t furl because of what you thought people would think when they saw it. I know that they did that because you, yourself, were trying to keep from crying at the thought of how my father would’ve joined me in making those stains in the carpet he hated so much.  

I took up his way of transportation, taking the subway instead of the cab. It’s better for me that way. The sounds of the conductor’s unintelligible voice and the rumbles of the train on the tracks keeps me distracted from all the strangers around me that remind me of you. 

Like now, for example. As I write this letter, there’s a little boy and his mother that sit across from me.

The little boy looks as if he could be your son, with the same tousled hair, the same big eyes and bright smile. He speaks of animals and the heroes in his little children’s novels with such intelligence, just as your mother said you had done at that age. 

Sadly, not the conductor nor the thunder like rumbles and crashes of the subway can keep me distracted from this child, this little boy who makes me wonder what would’ve happened if I kept you around. 

                                                                                                           I miss you,

                                                                                                                      Y/n

p.s. I hope you have a great birthday. Say hello to Harrison for me.


                                                                                                     June 4, 2017

Dear Tom,

I went to a church today. It was magnificent, open and stained with colorful streams of light that came from the windows. The tragic faces of Jesus and the saints seemed to make me feel comforted for the first time in a while.

Yet, it still made me feel empty, still made me miss you somehow. 

Maybe it was the speaking of how the church discouraged the lust for you that burns within me or the way they frowned upon my own beliefs that made me yearn for your comfort more than that of those red candles that burned around me. 

So, I left. I couldn’t stay much longer and I don’t know if I really want to go back because the only gifts from the Lord the church spoke of so highly were birth and my father and the Lord already took one of those gifts away. 

But maybe you were a gift as well. I may never know since we’re drawn apart, New York and London. Across the pond and worlds away.

Well, I feel like I should talk about, that I must admit it. I would marry you in an instant. Hell, I’d be your mistress if that meant I could have you around, in my world, on my side of the pond. 

The way your tears stained my bed sheets, the way your rosy cheeks turned a fiery red when your sobs subsided and you looked into my eyes is still a permanent image in my brain. 

To answer your question, no, I didn’t think of you that day. I didn’t think about how you felt when you had to pull me out of the rain, when you sobbed on my bedroom floor or how you felt when you left town. 

I guess I was late in figuring things out. I’m always late, Tom. Don’t you know? I’m always damn late. In getting out on time, in getting things done, in figuring out that you’re the love of my life. 

                                                                                                I’m sorry, my love,

                                                                                                                      Y/n

p.s. My new apartment has a master bed and a joint bathroom, a place for you. 


                                                                                                        June 7, 2017

Dear Tom, 

Yes, if the offer is still on the table. If you will let me.

                                                                                                             With love,

                                                                                                                       Y/n

Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 4: Sweet Pete’s

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Masterlist Partner’s in (Fighting) Crime

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x reader (best friends) 

Warnings: Occasional dirty joke and some shirtless Peter…and getting to feel up shirtless Peter a little bit… :)

Summary: Aunt May opens up a bakery and employs you, Peter, MJ and Ned to help run it!

A/N: This one is long but it’s really good! I hope you enjoy it!


Peter swung back to his apartment and snuck back inside his room, taking off his suit and hiding it in the closet, changing into regular clothes. He came out to find his Aunt May looking through old boxes of paper. “What’s going on?” He asks her and she looks up at him. 

“Oh Peter thank goodness you’re here maybe you can help me with this!” She says and passes him a box. “I’m looking for your grandmother’s old pastry recipes." 

"Uh…why?” Peter asks looking thoroughly confused. May ran over to the counter and grabbed a piece of paper. 

“Because I’m opening up a bakery!” May says excitedly. Peter’s eyes widened. 

“You're running a store now?” He asks and May nods. 

“Yes! I’ve been trying to get that place for months and I thought I’d never get it but then for some reason the other offer got pulled and they accepted mine!” May said excitedly and picked up Peter and gave him a huge hug. He hugged her back. 

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A Lovely Night (2/3) [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

PART 1

Summary: What happens when Lin’s path and yours cross while trying to make it into Broadway?

Word count: 2,568

Warnings: Alcohol mention and some light cursing. Also usage of some FLS content from 2012 even tho this story is set in 2007 oops. 

A/N: PART TWO IS HERE! This took me and Nat forever to figure out and I’m so glad @down4usnavy decided to help out because her idea was amazing. I really hope you guys like it! Also part three will (hopefully) come very soon!

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“Don’t make me physically drag you outside, [Y/N]!” Natalie barged into your room already dressed up, opening your closet and looking for something for a few seconds, throwing a yellow dress at you.

“I agreed to the party last time, I’m not going again.” You hugged your pillow and resolutely stared at her, ignoring the dress.

“But I saw you talking to a cute guy last time! And this time it’s just a bar, how bad can it be?” Natalie countered, her voice echoing in the hallway as she left your room.

You laughed into the pillow, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, a cute guy who left just as I was about to begin my rant. Total asshole.”

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