Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, fluff, general father daughter cuteness
Summary: Y/N Rannells is her father’s date to the Tony’s, and despite having met plenty of celebrities, one manages to leave her particularly starstruck.
A/N: In honour of the Tony nominations, here’s an imagine about two of my favourite nominees (featuring a new paragraphing system thing done ever so kindly by @musiclover1072 )
“You want to take me to the Tony’s with you?” I said in disbelief, looking at my dad with wide eyes.
“Of course. Your dad’s out of town, and you’re my favourite and only daughter. If I win, I want you to be there with me!” He said, punching my shoulder lightly.
“My friends are totally going to freak out when they hear that I went to the Tony’s. You’re the best, dad.” I said, pulling my uncle into a tight hug. He chuckled and reciprocated the hug, pulling me tight against him.
“You’re a Rannells, Y/N. You’re my only daughter, and I love you.” He said, ruffling my hair slightly.
“I remember when you took me to the premiere of The Book of Mormon. Dad got so mad, but it was the best night.” I recounted, letting go of him. Dad laughed, a smile blooming on his face.
“You were 13. It shouldn’t have been anything new.” He said, the smile quickly morphing into a smirk.
“Back to the Tony’s. I’m going to need a dress, right?” I said and dad nodded, sitting down at the breakfast bar.
“Of course. You and your aunt can go get that. I’m not going to deprive her of that experience.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Cool. There’s going to be so many celebrities there, oh my god.” I said and dad gave me a weird look.
“You’ve grown up with celebrities, Y/N. Your godfather is Josh Gad, for crying out loud.” Dad said and I shrugged my shoulders.
“Uncle Josh is cool, but the celebrity factor has rubbed off a little for him. There are so many people I haven’t met who are going to be there.” I gasped a little and looked at dad enthusiastically. “I can meet Ben Platt. And Mike Faist. Oh my god.” I said and dad shook his head, rolling his eyes affectionately.
“Let’s not focus on Patti LuPone, or Bette Midler, for example.” Dad muttered, a small smile on his face.
“Dad, you introduced me to Patti LuPone at Broadwaycon last year.” I said and dad’s eyes widened slightly. He shrugged his shoulders apologetically and I laughed.
“Seriously dad, I’m so excited about the Tony’s. Talk about the ultimate father daughter night out.” I said and dad snorted, running a hand through his hair.
“It’ll be perfect, Y/N. Absolutely perfect.”
“Ok. Don’t freak out Y/N.” I muttered to myself in the limo, fiddling with the skirt of my dress. I was wearing a black and gold dress that fit perfectly, but my perfect outer appearance did not reflect my mental situation.
“Y/N, honey, you’ll be fine. It’s just like opening night.” Dad said and I gave him an unimpressed look.
“Except this is being broadcast on live television, and there’s a lot more people.” I said and dad reached out and grabbed my hand.
“Hey. I love you, and you’re my daughter. You were practically raised in the limelight.” Dad said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.
“Then let’s do this.” I said and dad smiled, kissing the top of my forehead.
“By the way, you look beautiful.” Dad added as we exited the car, looping his arm through mine. I smiled widely, despite the flashes from the cameras hurting my eyes.
“Andrew, can we have a quick interview?” A reporter shouted and dad nodded, walking over towards them.
“Hi!” Dad said enthusiastically, waving at the reporter.
“Hi. How are you this evening?” The interviewer asked and dad responded the way he always does. With over the top enthusiasm.
“And who is this lovely lady?” The interviewer asked, gesturing towards me. Dad’s smile widened, and so did mine.
“This is my daughter, Y/N. She’s my date this evening.” Dad said, beaming down at me.
“And who are you wearing, Y/N?” The interviewer asked and my face screwed up a little.
“I have no idea. It’s from Bloomingdales, so.” I said and dad laughed, as did the interviewer.
“Thanks Y/N. Well, good luck tonight Andrew.” The interviewer said, and we waved at him as we walked away.
“He was nice.” I said and dad chuckled as we made our way into the theatre.
“Hey, I’m gonna go find our seats, and maybe grab us a drink.” Dad said, winking at me. Dad was pretty chill about me drinking, seeing as I’m 19, and he was drinking at 19.
“Awesome. I’m just gonna go meet some of the people.” I said and dad nodded, but there was a nervous look in his eyes. “Call me when you’ve found our seats, and lemme know where it is, ok?” I said and dad nodded, looking considerably less worried.
“Have fun sweetie.” Dad said, kissing the top of my head. I waved goodbye and walked off, taking in a deep breath. There were so many people in the theatre, yet somehow I knew most of them.
“Y/N Rannells, is that you?” I heard a voice say and I turned around to see a familiar face.
“Uncle Christian!” I said, tackling him in a hug.
“Hey Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be here. Where’s your dad?” He said and I shrugged my shoulders.
“He’s finding our seats. Seeing as dad’s out of town, he decided he’d take me as his date. Ultimate father daughter night out.” I said and Christian chuckled, patting my shoulder.
“Fair enough. If you see your dad, tell him I said hi. And good luck.” He said and I nodded, giving him one last hug before walking away. I walked around in wonder, realising how many people would die if they met Christian Borle, let alone Andrew Rannells. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t register the person walking right towards me, and I only noticed them when we collided.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I heard an incredibly familiar voice say.
“No, it’s fine. Honestly.” I said, looking right into the eyes of Ben Platt.
“I take it you’re not a nominee.” Ben said and I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Unfortunately not. I am, however, the escort of one.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened.
“So whose the lucky guy? Or girl. It doesn’t matter.” Ben said and I smiled, laughing lightly.
“My father, actually.” I said and Ben’s jaw dropped slightly.
“I’ve just realised we haven’t been introduced. Ben Platt.” He said, sticking his hand out. “
"I know.” I said and Ben chuckled to himself.
“If that’s a Dear Evan Hansen reference, consider me impressed.” Ben said as I shook his hand.
“It works as a reference and a statement in its own right. Y/N Rannells.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.
“You… your dad is Andrew Rannells? The Andrew Rannells?” Ben asked, gaping at me.
“The one and only. Unless you know another Broadway legend called Andrew Rannells who’s from Nebraska.” I said and Ben laughed, the sound beautiful.
“Unfortunately I do not. Can I just say, I think you look beautiful Y/N.” Ben said and I felt my cheeks heat up.
“Thanks Ben. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I said and Ben waved a hand in my direction.
“You’re going to make me blush.” Ben said and I chuckled, smoothing down my dress. My phone rang and I shot Ben and apologetic look.
“It’s my dad.” I mouthed and Ben nodded, giving me a thumbs up.
“Hey dad. You found our seats?” I said, still glancing over at Ben.
“That’s why I’m calling. We’re in seats 13 A and B. Where are you?” Dad said and I paused, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Um, towards the back of the theatre, near the front of the bar. I ran into Uncle Christian before. He said hello and good luck.” I said and dad chuckled to himself.
“That sounds like Christian. You run into anyone else yet? Anyone on your bucket list?” Dad said and I snorted slightly.
“Dad, a bucket list is a list of things you want to do. I do not have a people bucket list.” I said and dad snorted loudly, most likely drawing the attention of people nearby.
“That’s my girl, but I’m serious. Have you met anyone exciting, aside from Uncle Christian.” Dad said and I looked at Ben, shooting him a smile.
“Ben Platt is currently standing in front of me, very awkwardly may I add.” I said and Ben immediately straightened up, fixing his hair. Dad chuckled softly and I imagined he was smiling.
“Tell him I said hi and good luck. Also, tell him that if Mike Faist beats me for the Tony I won’t be disappointed.” Dad said and I smiled, nodding despite being on the phone.
“Got it. See you soon. Love you.” I said, hanging up my phone.
“Dad says hi and good luck.” I said immediately and Ben chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
“Thanks. I should probably go to my seat, but it was wonderful meeting you.” Ben said and I nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“The same goes for you. I hope you win tonight. You deserve it.” I said, walking off to my seat and not noticing the blush that covered his cheeks.
The opening number was incredible, and I was already on the edge of my seat. The first awards were called, and I found myself clapping and cheering loudly, earning a few strange looks from others. “And now, the nominees for best supporting actor in a musical.” The announcer said and I was immediately alert.
The announcer read the names out, and I crossed my fingers. “And the Tony goes to… Andrew Rannells.” The announcer called and I looked over at dad, who was in disbelief.
“You did it dad! You did it!” I whispered eagerly, pulling him into a tight hug. Dad hugged me back quickly and made his way up onto the stage, beaming our at the audience.
“I’d like to thank everyone who has encouraged and supported me over my career. My wonderful partner Michael, who is unfortunately not with me tonight, and my beautiful daughter Y/N, who is here tonight.” Dad said, gesturing to me.
The camera turned and my beaming face was projected on the screens. “I love you dad!” I mouthed, earning a few chuckles from people nearby.
“ I remember only a few weeks after we adopted Y/N, I took her to opening night of The Book of Mormon. Michael wasn’t exactly pleased, but it is one of my greatest memories with her, and may tonight be another one of them. I love you Y/N.” Dad said, and I felt the tears well in my eyes. I let out a loud whoop as he walked off the stage, Tony clutched in his hand and tears in his eyes.
“You deserve that so much.” I said, pulling dad into the tightest hug I could muster once he returned to his seat.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Y/N.” Dad said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Congratulations.” I heard a voice say and I turned my head to see Ben Platt standing there.
“Thank you very much Ben. I do wish you the best of luck. I’m sure my daughter desperately wants you to win.” Dad said, winking at me as my cheeks flushed pink.
Ben chuckled awkwardly and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Dad.” I said sternly, giving him a look of warning.
“She’s quite the Dear Evan Hansen fan, my Y/N/N, and quite a fan of yours, might I add.” Dad continued, shooting Ben a smile. I was fairly certain my cheeks were a crimson red, but that didn’t stop my dad from embarrassing me further. “She wouldn’t stop gushing about how good you were in Dear Evan Hansen. She was actually hoping to meet you tonight, and clearly she got her wish.” Dad said, looking at me with an almost evil smirk on his face.
Ben awkwardly cleared his throat, his cheeks the same colour as mine. “Well, uh, unless she’d like to go to the afterparty with you, I, um, wouldn’t mind her accompanying me to it.” Ben stammered, suddenly looking and sounding very much in character.
“Y/N.” Dad said, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“I’d love to.” I said, smiling brightly at Ben. He returned the smile, and dad suddenly looked very smug.
“Wonderful. Call me when you want to leave the afterparty, sweetie.” Dad said, taking his seat once more.
“I, uh, I’ll meet you after the ceremony.” Ben said, awkwardly shoving his hand in his suit pockets.
“I look forward to it. Quick question, you got a pen?” I said and Ben nodded, a half smile forming on his face. He pulled a sharpie out of his pocket, and he passed it to me. I took it and gently rolled up the sleeve of his suit. I uncapped the sharpie and wrote a series of numbers on his arm. My phone number. “Call me, ok?” I said and Ben’s cheeks flushed, the smile on his face growing wider.
“I’ll make sure to.” Ben said and I took in a deep breath, pressing a kiss to his lips. His lips were soft and warm, and tasted faintly of champagne. I pulled away slowly, Ben’s lips tinted a peachy colour from my lipstick.
“I, uh, um, I’ll see you later.” Ben squeaked out, blushing darkly.
“Ditto.” I muttered, waving him off slowly.
“You’re welcome.” Dad said, making me jump a little.
“Jesus Christ, dad.” I said, pressing a hand to my chest.
“Like I said, you’re welcome. You two never would’ve gone anywhere if you kept dancing around the ‘problem’.” Dad said, putting quotation marks around problem.
“I, uh, um.” I stammered, trying and failing to form a response. Dad chuckled and patted my shoulder, trying to console me.
“It’s all good Y/N/N. You and Ben will be adorable together, I can just see it. He’s pretty easy on the eyes after all.” He said and I scoffed, playfully hitting his shoulder.
“My dad hitting on the guy I’m interested in. This sounds like some messed up soap opera episode.” I said and dad chuckled, nodding his head as the next award was called.
“Our life is nothing normal, Y/N. And that’s a good thing.” He said meaningfully, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “A very good thing indeed.”
Aries male: One of the most attractive guys, very masculine, healthy-looking, brown hair and brown eyes Aries female: One of the most attractive girls, a bit masculine but still very hot, with a beautiful smile; Brown hair and pure hazel eyes
Taurus male: Skinny, sometimes chubby, a bit short but still beautiful, light brown/reddish curly hair, green eyes Taurus female: Either dark brown or red hair, black eyes, skinny and very attractive
Gemini male: Fit (but not too much) because always exercises, healthy-looking, tall, black hair always in a good condition, blue/grey eyes, very stylish Gemini female: Skinny, sometimes fit, tall, dark hair and dark eyes, very elegant and stylish, has R-O-C-K-I-N-G eyebrows;
Cancer male: Sometimes tall, sometimes not at all. Can be chubby, always has soft lines. Black or dark brown hair, black puppy eyes, tanned Cancer female: Very sweet, with an adorable smile, puppy eyes, likes to tan a lot but still pale, dark/light brown hair, not too expressed eyebrows
Leo male: Fit, masculine looking, black/golden thick hair, tanned and sunlight cannot burn their skin. Pure hazel/black/green eyes Leo female: Skinny, short, thick and very beautiful hair, either golden or black, light/dark brown eyes
Virgo male: Light brown wavy hair, they are short-looking but aren’t actually that short, black eyes, soft lines and cute facial expressions Virgo female: Straight hair, blue/green/light brown rounded eyes, eyebrows with perfect form but too light, angelic look, very feminine, has thigh gaps
Libra male: Hot, cool looking, always wants to dress in specific clothes, has a beard, thick eyebrows, short hair, green/blue eyes, not too fit but still good looking Libra female: A bit chubby, always stylish, healthy light brown hair, wants to put make-up a lot
Scorpio male: Either very tall or very short, pale, either black or either blonde hair, interesting nose, small waist, green/blue/black eyes, looks a bit younger for their years (or should I say like a child), big cheekbones Scorpio female: Sometimes very feminine, sometimes very masculine, either black or either light blonde hair, S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows, small eyes, big cheekbones
Sagittarius male: The award for best-looking zodiac sign goes to Sagittarius male AND female; brown hair, very very fit and good looking, striking light brown / green eyes, looks like they are gonna explode at any moment Sagittarius female: The award for best-looking zodiac sign goes to Sagittarius male AND female; Green/blue/light brown eyes, the most striking look from all, perfect eyebrows, looks a bit untouchable
Capricorn male: Always wants to look sophisticated, always has a perfume on, tall, skinny, can be chubby or fat in the later years, glassy look, black/grey/brown eyes, either smiles a lot or doesn’t smile, dark hair Capricorn female: Cold, glassy look, very attractive, interesting nose, perfect eyebrows, light grey/blue eyes, very skinny but can be a little bit chubby sometimes, elegant and feminine in her own way
Aquarius male: Likes to change their style a lot, short, not that thick, curly blonde or light brown hair, light eyes of any color, ugly nose but they’re still cute Aquarius female: Small nose, very healthy looking, light eyes, straight or wavy blonde hair, tall
Pisces male: Either very tall or a bit short; pale; skinny; very dark black or very light blonde hair, very small or very big blue/green/black/grey dreamy eyes, big nose, stylish in any segment of their lives, s-l-a-y-i-n-g jawline, thick and big lips, when they smile they might scare somebody because they look like a snake Pisces female: The most feminine of them all, short or normal height, very pale and has a clean skin, interesting cheekbones and eyebrows, blue/grey/black dreamy eyes, either has no make-up or tons of it but is always cute and attractive
And the award for best depiction of hair in comics goes to… STUART IMMONEN! These are all from Stuart’s first three issues of ASM and I can’t show you the character with the BEST hair as they are a surprise!
atwas yuuri is drunk, hanging off of victor. it's the vanity fair afterparty, and victor would feel embarrassed but he's honestly on top of the world. yuuri yells at the top of his lungs, "and the academy award goes to..."
“Look at his face.” Yuuri giggles incessantly as he clutches the Academy Award. He’s holding it right in front of his nose, going cross-eyed as he peers at the figurine. “Hang on, let me see your other one.”
Victor hands him the other award, admittedly amused.
“Now they’re friends,” Yuuri announces as he holds them side-by-side, waving them left and right. Victor can’t tell if he’s doing that on purpose or if he’s so drunk that he’s off balance. Either way, Yuuri looks up at him with bright brown eyes, delighted. “See, Vitya? They’re friends. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Yuuri,” he answers, touching his hair.
Towel in one hand, water bottle in the other, Shawn leaves the gym of his L.A. mansion and steps into the hallway after his early morning workout.
A delicious smell lingers in the air, coming from the kitchen and he leaves his towel and his sweaty Adidas shirt in the laundry basket in one of the bathrooms. Stepping into the huge kitchen, he lays eyes on his girlfriend, standing at the stove, making pancakes, wearing hot pants and an oversized grey Metallica t-shirt on that hot July morning in the kitchen of their L.A. mansion they have rented out for the summer. He still feels amazed and overwhelmed by his luck.
He could never have imagined to feel so deeply for someone as he feels for Kate. His love for her was all-consuming and so strong that he couldn’t put it into words. It was inexplicable. His world revolved around her, he would plan his schedules around hers, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible. He couldn’t understand his friends that were breaking up with their girlfriends just because they “got bored” or have been “dating for too long”.
Losing Kate was actually one of his biggest fears. He sometimes dreamed about her breaking up with him and he would wake up, heart racing in his chest, sweat on his forehead, slowly calming down after seeing her lying next to him, peacefully asleep.
She hasn’t noticed him yet, as she is humming a random song, while closing the refrigerator and looking for something in the cupboard, standing on her tippy-toes. He glances at her from a distance. Wavy blonde hair, lean, long legs and svelte frame. Her body was so incredibly hot that he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that she was his. But even more than her body he loved her personality. He loved how classy she was and that she was so kind and honest and the most genuine and humble person he knew, taking his breath away whenever she looked at him with her big blue eyes.
He loved that they could talk about everything. He loved their hour-long deep conversations and small talk. He loved to make her laugh and her sense of humor. He loved that he knew everything about her and she about him. He knew her favorite dish (French fries and Brazilian picanha), her favorite color (blue), her favorite restaurants in L.A., London and New York (Gracias Madre, Sketch and Cipriani Downtown), her pet peeves (hypocrites) and biggest turn-ons (neck kisses!) Being in a relationship with her was actually a dream coming true and he has to smile, as she is humming the chorus of Justin Bieber’s “As Long As You Love Me”
“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs into Kate’s ear, while wrapping his arms around her waist. Shawn finds it very sexy how she is looking focused at the pan in her hand, biting her full under lip as she flips the pancake around. But then he finds her sexy doing whatever she does, so that was nothing new. “Good morning, darling,” she replies with a smile, “are you hungry?” “I’m always hungry,” he replies, pulling her closer, taking in her scent and kissing her shoulder. “These pancakes smell amazing” She glances at him. He is shirtless, wearing his Adidas shorts and trainers, looking very attractive with his reddish cheeks and lips, perfect pearly-white teeth and tousled hair. “Have you been working out?” “Yup,” he replies. “Early morning workouts are the best” “You should have woken me up! I would have worked out with you!” she exclaims, pouting at him. “I didn’t want to wake you up. You were so fast asleep and I thought you should get some rest after that night,” he grins at her and she bites her lip, shaking her head. „I really loved your special treatment last night. Amazing way to congratulate me on my award,“ he goes on, playing with her long blonde hair. „Yeah, you did let me know that you enjoyed it,“ she smiles at him, caressing his cheek. “I am still so proud of you, baby. Where’s your Grammy, actually?” Kate asks.
“In the living room where I left it last night. It still feels so unreal” “Yeah, last night was truly magical” She lets the pancakes fall on a plate, handing them to him: “Voilá!” “Thanks, wifey,” he winks at her. She scrunches her nose: “Ugh, don’t call me that” “But you are wifey material, though, I swear!” He kisses her gently, pulling her close to him, hands on her hips, putting the plate on the kitchen counter. “We should eat those before they get cold,” Kate remarks. “Yeah, just one more kiss,” he whispers and presses his lips on hers. “As if we haven’t been kissing the whole night,” Kate replies, smiling at him, inbetween soft kisses. “I just can’t get enough,” he replies, sliding his hands under her grey shirt, making her shudder. He pins her against the kitchen counter, pressing himself against her. He loves how she feels against him and the way she looks up at him, her blue eyes gazing at his brown ones adoringly.
“Shawn,” she pants, as his hands wander down her waist to her hips down to her butt. “You shouldn’t wear these hot pants around me, baby,” he whispers into her ear, gently kissing her neck. “It drives me crazy” “And you should put a shirt on” He raises his eyebrows at her: “Am I bothering you?” “No! I mean yes um… I mean…,” she rambles, her cheeks turning red. Even though they have been dating for about half a year now, she would still get a little bit nervous around him. Especially when he was shirtless, showing off his broad chest and ripped abs, gym shorts hanging low on his hips, exposing his defined v line. She could feel her body react to him as her nipples harden instantly.
He bites his lip as soon as he notices them under the thin fabric of her shirt as she isn’t wearing a bra underneath. “Fuck, Kate, you’re too hot,” he pants, grabbing her butt, pressing her against him. „See, that’s what you do to me,“ she can feel his erection against her abdomen and she’s starting to feel hot. “We really should eat our breakfast, you’ll have to leave for the studio soon,” she gasps. He sighs: “I know… what are your plans for today?” he asks, as he reluctantly pulls back. “It’s my day off, I’ll probably just chill by the pool, answering some E Mails,” she replies, as their arousal is slowly fading away. “Then you’re working anyway! You really should relax, sweetie, you’re always working so hard” “I wouldn’t call it working when I have a bikini on, laying on a sun bed, though” “Hmm I like that bikini concept,” he smirks at her. “I might wear the black one, your favorite, or…,” she bats her eyelashes at him, gently tracing his abs with her fingertips, „no bikini at all“ “Good lord, Kate, you do realize that this is torture, right?” he says under his breath, looking down on her, his hazel eyes turning into a darker shade of brown. “Then don’t leave! Camila can record her album alone,” Kate says, taking the plate and putting it on the table next to the avocado toasts and the can of orange juice.
„But I promised her! And we’ll have to work a lot on that new album. We’ve just started and we have so many ideas! I’m not going to let her down like that, you know me,“ he replies. „Okay then, I’ll just chill by the pool all by myself in my tiny black bikini…,“ she shrugs innocently, pouring coffee into her mug. He shakes his head, grinning at her: „Stop teasing me like that. I’m going to make up for it later,“ he says, licking his lip. „Uh, someone’s feeling confident, huh?“ Kate replies and takes a bite from her pancake. He chuckles: „Oh come on, I bet you can’t wait for me to come home to you“ „Hey, you’re not the only thing that’s on my mind, Mr. Cocky“ Okay, that was a lie. He actually was the only thing on her mind but he didn’t have to know that, right? „There are some casting agents I’ll have to get back to“ He rolls her eyes at her: „Okay, whatever, Miss Victoria’s Secret“ He takes a huge bite of his pancake, making Kate grin at him: „Whoa, slow down. That pancake isn’t going anywhere“ „These are so good!“ he mumbles, sinking his teeth into the soft dough. „We should order pizza later, what do you think?“ She laughs: „Only you could think about dinner during breakfast! But yeah, I’m down“ „Cool,“ he grins at her, taking a sip of orange juice. „Pancakes in the morning, pizza in the evening… thank God, I don’t have a photoshoot in my underwear coming up!“ she remarks. Shawn chuckles and takes another huge bite, finishing his pancake. „Okay, I gotta go take a shower and leave. I’m going to stay late at the studio but I can’t wait to see you tonight, baby,“ he leans over and takes her hand, pressing it against his lips. „Can’t wait, either,“ she replies smiling.
He gets up, taking one last sip from his orange juice and goes upstairs.
So i just saw your kiba with a baby girl scenario which killed me. its so damn cute. May i ask for the same thing for neji please?
All the boys with babies. Love dem bbies
Man, he’s such a by-the-book dad. Neji definitely did all research on babies and how to take care of them since the second that they told him that he was going to be a father. Like her bottles are always hitting three hours, her naps are always perfectly timed, her development is by far one of the fastest in the whole village. His baby has a very strict schedule, and don’t even try to suggest anything that is not the absolute best option for his little one. He wants his little girl to be absolutely perfect, and so he will do everything in his power to make sure that she makes it through infancy as peachy as possible.
He knew what he was doing, just because he did all of that research, but reading it and doing it are two very different things, so it definitely takes a little bit for him to become completely adjusted to life with a newborn. And he might get a bit uneasy if she doesn’t take her whole bottle or sleeps less than she should, or something relatively minor that doesn’t follow whatever research he’s done. Part of him thinks that every baby should follow whatever the book says, so it’s definitely an adjustment for him to have to deal with the whole, ‘baby does her own thing, and as long as she’s growing and developing, she’s perfect just the way she is’ thing. He does get better with it as she gets older though.
When he first held her, he was very overwhelmed with so many thoughts. That was his baby, his daughter, and he’s just wants her to have everything and he is certainly willing to do whatever it takes to give it to her.
But in all seriousness, if he had a little girl, he’d be the most protective dad in the entire world. Like, almost no one is allowed to touch his little girl; him and his wife and that’s about it. Don’t touch his little one, don’t breathe on her, don’t even look at her. That is how protective he is of her. Bless her little heart when she’s old enough to date…
He definitely try to work a little more with the man clan after his daughter was born; mainly he just refuses that his daughter have the same curse seal as he does, and have that same fate. It would literally break his heart to have to see her have that same seal branded on her, because that means she’s just a tool to the main branch and not her own person, and that’s not something he could really face. It’s something that he doesn’t like to think about at all.
I see him being one of those “no paci” type parents. Not quite sure why, but he just gives me that vibe.
The time she first giggled, he thought that it was so gosh darn cute, that he literally turned red and held his hand over his mouth to hide his own laugh. There is nothing else that is cuter in the world than his baby girl’s giggle.
Loves reading her books for some odd reason, and half the time they aren’t even children’s books. He will straight out read her adult books or like explanation a battle plan or an atlas to her while she’s doing tummy time. On top of that, he’ll read it all like she’s comprehending every word, and it’s just a cute sight to see.
He’s super good at styling her hair and makes sure that it’s taken super good care off. She was born with a lot of it, and it’s super smooth and shiny; usually has a barrett in it or something. Best Baby Hair award def goes to Baby Hyuga.
Neji’s daughter gives people the most ridiculous glares; it’s kind of funny. She acts like she’s a lot older than she actually is half the time, and it’s the same intensity of a glare that Neji can give so, it’s certainly a sight to see. You’ll never feel more judged in your life than when you’re in the same room as Neji and his daughter.
Funny story about Neji and his daughter’s Byakugan. All through infancy, Neji’s daughter had a little plush rabbit that she literally carried everywhere; Hinata gave it to her as a gift when she was born, and she’s literally had it ever since. She has never parted with it once, because like I said, Neji’s a “no paci” type of father, so she needed some type of comfort item. Anyway, when she was ten months old, she started to walk, so that little bunny started getting dragged everywhere and got super dirty. Now Neji knew that it was going to be near impossible to get the bunny away from her, but it was getting to a point, where he HAD to wash it, so one day he tried to take it while she wasn’t looking- didn’t work, at all. So he just straight out tried to explain this to his ten month old and told her he was going to take the bunny for like two hours, so that it could go through the wash, so that it’d be clean for her. He then took the bunny from her, and holy Hell she threw the biggest fit he had ever seen; Neji did not know that his daughter could cry that loud; you’d think that she was dying. Still he just threw the bunny in the wash, and just kinda let her have her fit, because she’s normally a really good kid, and in her defense he did just take her most precious thing. But then he returns he finds her just glaring at him as he enters the room, Byakugan activated, and he’s just like “you’re fucking kidding me…” It’s the first and only time he curses in front of his daughter, just because he knows that his wife is going to be livid, because he just activated his baby’s Byakugan, because apparently taking her bunny was traumatic enough to do so. He doesn’t even know what to do, so he just picks his child and and takes her to the washer and they just sit there and watch as the bunny goes through the cycle, and not even for a second does she deactivate that Byakugan; she’s as stubborn as he is. He didn’t even bother to put it in the dryer, just got someone to wind chakra dry that thing and gave it back to his little one, and it was then that she deactivated it. Gave him a little glare, hugged him- while still glaring- and then went off again to do her baby things. Not one of Neji’s favorite moments as a father tbh…
“I’m home! How are you guys? Did you and B/N have fun today, Neji?”
“Y/N, I accidently activated her Byakugan…”
“HOW AND THE HELL DO YOU ACCIDENTALLY ACTIVATE OUR DAUGHTER’S BYAKUGAN, NEJI!? SHE’S TEN MONTHS OLD!”
I sigh as the door opens. I hear people talking which gets louder as I get out of the car. I hold my dress up so I don’t trip and embarass myself.
The lights start flashing, blinding me. You think I’d be use to this by now, but here I am, struggling to find my place. All I can see are black spots because of those damn cameras. I smile even though I’m slightly irritated. Just a few more minutes, then it’ll be over.
The yells bring me back to reality. I look towards where my name is called out. I glance at the entrance and see their car roll in. My manager motions for me to move along. I let out a much longer sigh.
I get into the arena and walk to my seat. I take my phone out of my purse and keep myself preoccupied until the awards start.
I lock my phone as the lights dim down a bit. Why can’t we sit together?
I would enjoy this night much more with him right here.
I patiently wait for the category that I’m nominated in to come around. A few awards are given and performances play out, then Best Female Artist is about to be awarded. I look and there they are, dressed so nicely while presenting what could be my award. My heart races and my palms start to sweat. This is the moment I’ve been anticipating. With the envelope in hand, Connor opens it saying “and best female artist goes to…” My name is announced and the clapping gets loud around me. I stand up and make my way to the stage.
The sadness that once was present disappears as I look at Brad, he looks so handsome in his suit and his hair all done up. He smiles proudly at me and I smile back. I die a little inside. James hands me my award and hugs me. “Thank you”, I say. The boys step to the side as I begin my speech. Wow, there are a lot of people. I breathe in, not letting my nerves get the best of me.
“I want to thank my fans because without them I wouldn’t be here today and to be able to do what I love. I also want to thank my team, label and family for their endless support. Thank you!” I say.
I walk with the boys and we all head backstage. As soon as we’re off stage, Brad turns around to me.
“Congrats love! I told you that you were going to win”, he beams.
“Thank you, I never doubted you.”
He puts his arm around me and I wrap my free arm around his waist. He grabs my hand and we interlock our fingers together. He lets go as soon as my manager walks up to us.
“Congrats! You’re still up for the after party, right?” my manager asks.
“Okay good. You are going to leave first so again, it looks as though, well you know.”
“Yeah, that we didn’t leave together”, I mutter.
We get to the after party, but I lose all hope when I’m told that my boyfriend and I can’t celebrate together because of the people here. I have to hang out with people that I could care less about. I look across the room and see him with the boys, having fun. The anger and frustration started to build inside throughout the night. Thank God I didn’t stay long or I else I wouldn’t have lasted anymore in there.
“Sorry for the inconvenience”, my manager says.
“It’s fine, I get it.”
“Don’t worry you can go with him”, she says, restoring some happiness in me.
“Hey”, Brad says running to me.
I hug him tightly. I hate being apart from him. “Lets go home.”
I get in the passenger seat and he closes my door. He gets in and as we drive off, I had to fight back some unexpected tears.
We arrive at my house. He walks me to my door. “Did you enjoy the after party?” he asks.
“No. It wasn’t fun without you by my side..” The tears escape, I can no longer hold them back.
“I’m here right now. Shh”, he comforts me. He wipes the tears that roll down my face while holding me tightly.
I look up at him. “I hate this. I can’t take it anymore Brad! I don’t want to hide anymore, I don’t want us to be a secret. It’s consuming me! Tonight takes the cake…I didn’t want to arrive to the red carpet alone, I wanted to say your name in my speech, I wanted to dance with you at the after party. When we’re out, why can’t I hold you in the street? At parties, why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor? When I’m being asked about my relationship status, why can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops”, I sob angrily.
“I want the whole world to know that I am in love with the most incredible, caring, loving, talented, beautiful woman. I want everyone to know that I’m gladly taken. I don’t want to be known as the lead singer, the only member with no significant other. I want every soul on earth to know how every piece of you just fits perfectly with me. I hate this just as much as you do. I don’t want you to hurt anymore, it kills me. Fuck the contract! I don’t care if I lose my job! I don’t want to be kept away from you, I don’t ever want to lose you”, he says then kisses me passionately.
(Y/N= your name, Y/H/C= your hair colour, Y/E/C= your eye colour)
Being a friend of Sam and Dean’s, you knew about the
books. You knew how much it bothered them and how uncomfortable it made them.
That’s why it came as a surprise when they wanted to visit one of his conventions.
“We promised Chuck we will attend. And we
promised we’ll take you with.” Sam begged you.
“I simply don’t understand why you did that. I
don’t understand why you even promised to go when you hate those books.”
You laughed nervously. “Oh, and you hate those people who dress like you.
Don’t get me mentioned on the case of Becky.”
This one made Sam rethink his choices a little.
“Yes, but it’s still fun. We get to play pranks on them, plus we find out
some things from them that we never noticed.”
“Yeah, like?” You clearly doubted that
they even spoke to them.
“We found out what happened to you before you
joined us.” Dean stated, cold and uninterested.
“I’m in the books?” This surprised you.
You knew about everything that was written, Dean and Sam told you, but they
never mentioned you. “You only now remembered to tell me I am part of the
“I guess we just forgot.” Sam had a smug
smile on his face.
“Hey, wait.” You ran after them and saw
them sitting inside an Impala, you knew they were waiting for you. “What
does he say about me?”
“You’ll have to join us and see for
This will be fun. You
thought for yourself and entered the car. Dean started it and you were on the
road. It was really hot day and you regreted this jumper you were wearing.
Something ad to be done. With that thought you took it off and were left in
black T-shirt and black skinny jeans.
It was boring to drive with them, they spoke to each
other and you didn’t care to join. You were wondering what Chuck wrote about
you. How could you be so oblivious to thought that you are part of Winchesters’
lives? Of course Chuck was gonna write you in. He wrote about the way Dean
fucked and how much Sam was obsesed with his latop, surely he fit you in there
somewhere. At least as their sidekick.
Yeah, sure. That thought made you laugh a little
because you never were their sidekick. You saved their arses quite a few times.
Not even Dean could deny that.
“Okay, we’re here.”
Dean parked in front of a tall building which looked
pretty scary. It was old and you wondered how it was still standing. Some kind
of poster was on it and door were wide opened.
“We don’t know what or who we’ll see inside,
but whatever you see, it isn’t real. It’s all costumes and masks, that’s what
they do.” Sam informed you.
“They act like Halloween is in the middle of
freakin’ summer.” Dean mummbled to himself, but you heard it and it made
you laugh a little.
Before you could enter, you saw Chuck coming towards
you. He had a huge smile plastered across his face. He shooks Dean’s and Sam’s
hand and pulled you in for a hug.
“I must say, you are even more beautiful in
reality.” His compliment made you blush and you looked down to your red
“There is so much more people than the last
year. Almost all of them are cosplaying, there are just a few of them that are
part of the staff and the ones that probably don’t know what a convention
is.” Chuck laughed and led us all inside.
“Wow.” Was all you could say.
People were walking around and they were all hanging
out. What made you most surprised was that most of them looked like you. They
had same (Y/H/C) hair and (Y/E/C) eyes just like you had. They wore same red
sneakers like you did. Some of them wore same AC/DC shirt that you stole from
Dean, some wore your thights that had flowers on them, some of them wore your
brown leather jacket.
“I think she’s impressed.” Chuck laughed
again and waved his hand in front of your eyes.
“But how do they know? What exactly do they
know?” You suddnly remembered all the private things that you did and
every private thought that you had.
“Everything, they know everything. Even some
things that Sam and Dean don’t know.” Chuck whispered that last part.
“I think I need something to drink.” You
said and started to search for the bar. Guy who worked there looked exactly
like Dean. It scared you a little, but you reminded yourself to breathe.
“Nice.” He pointed at your outfit.
“You look exactly like (Y/N)!”
“Isn’t that spooky.” You rolled your eyes.
It suddenly made perfect sense why Dean hated these things.
“You don’t seem that impressed by all of
this.” Fake Dean started to mix my drink.
“I was kind of brought here against my will,
but I still haven’t checked out everything. Maybe I’ll change my opinion.”
“Dear fans, our dearest writer,
Carver Edlund, will speak to us now. You should join us in hall 1.” The voice over the
spaker said and I obeyed. My legs brought me to hall 1 where I met with Sam and
“Are you okay? You look a little pale.”
Sam had his concerned look.
“Yeah, I’m great. I just feel a bit overwhelmed
with all of this.” You smiled to show him everything is fine.
“Everyone give a big clap for the writer of the
Supernatural books, Carver Edlund.” Becky announced Chuck and he entered
the stage. This was 10th convention and he still looked nervous. You could see
his hands shaking, but he tried to hide it with a smile.
“Thank you all for being here today. I’m happy
to see so many of you, I hope you’ll have fun in all the activities that we
prepared for you. I guess I’ll be taking questions now.” Most of the hands
from the audience shot up and your eyes widened.
“Yeah, right. You there.” Chuck picked out
a girl who looked just like you.
“Could you descibe (Y/N) for your point of
view?” It surprised you to hear that question was about you.
Chuck’s eyes met your’s. “Well, she is this
badass character who isn’t in any way related to brothers, but they see her as
their sister. She saved them many times, some of them I didn’t even describe in
the books. She must be only hunter that didn’t have screwed up family. She just
showed up in my mind one day and I knew that was what the story needs. A great
hunter who if female equivalent of Sam and Dean combined.” The crowd
cheered and clapped at his response. Chuck picked out another question.
“I am a huge fan of (Y/N) and I think you did
great with her character. I would love to meet a real person who is like her.
My question is: do you plan to make her and Castiel a thing? I think they both
have feeling for each other and I am dying to see them happy.”
You felt your cheeks heating up and you knew they
were getting red. It made you look down, but you felt Dean’s and Sam’s eyes on
you. You knew that if you looked up the questions would start.
“Uhh, I can’t really answer that. You’ll have
to wait for the next book and see.” Chuck nervously laughed.
The rest of the day went great, it seemed like
everybody forgot about you and Cas question. You went around with the brothers
and Chuck even gave you a private tour of every place in that building.
You met a lot of fans of yourself and they all spoke
kindly of you. You found out of all the ‘ships’ that existed. It made you laugh
when you saw Sam and Dean escape that place as soon as they could. Many people
complimented you on great portrait of (Y/N). In the end, you did have a lot of
fun there, but it was time to leave.
“Thank you so much for inviting me here. I had
fun, but I was also a little spooked.” You gave Chuck a hug.
“It’s nothing, you should come to this things
more often. Fans really love you.” He smiled.
“Stay out of trouble, we’ll see you soon.”
Dean entered Impala and you followed.
“I’m so tired, I could fall asleep right
here.” You nested in your seat and closed your eyes.
“So (Y/N), when did you think of telling us about
Title: One the Matters Summary:
Loosely based of the episode Girl Meets Yearbook. Set in highschool and Lucas and Riley are dating, however the yearbook comes out and once again Lucas and Maya are voted favorite couple. How will Lucas make Riley realize that the yearbook was wrong
“Guys the yearbooks are finally out!” Riley yells as she
came running over to where her friends were lounging on their bench. She would
have collided with Zay if Lucas hadn’t reached out and grabbed her by the waist,
pulling her onto his lap. Riley smiles brightly at him, kissing him softly on
the lips as a thanks. Once comfortable, Riley quickly hands the yearbooks that
she was carrying out to her friends, before opening her own and flipping
through the pages.
Riley made it a tradition that every year they would always
look at the yearbook together, and their senior year was no different. They
were all currently a week away from graduating, and they were all trying to
make the most memories as possible. Lucas watched Riley as she flipped through
each page, smiling at the excited looks she had at each page. They had finally
gotten their act together during their second year of high school, and got
together without any peer pressure.
“Maya, we won best friendship award.” Riley gushes, and Maya
laughs “Of course we did honey.”
Okay, so this is a simple post about my top 4 (maybe 5) favorite hitchhiking moments because WHY NOT/(I know HH was done for fanservice, but after a while it stopped looking that way…)
So the first ever HH performance I watched was this one here and I freaked out as I was watching it because Kibum literally just rolls up on him, it’s not my fave but it all started spiraling down after this one. Moment starts around 2:00 minutes in.
They just kept escalating after each performance (thank god) so HERE WE GO.
This moment is placed as 4th because the others have already rooted themselves in a special place in my heart (lol) But I chose this one because of the way Jonghyun decides to grip KIbum’s hair. Fanservice? More than likely, but what gets me is the look he gives KIbum afterwards. I feel like if they weren’t on stage “something” would have gone down. Moment begins at 2:30ish. It literally lasted for .2 seconds BUT those were best .2 seconds of Jjong’s life (and mine). Pffft.
My life was completed with this moment because Kibum was the one who initiated it. I really wonder if they’re like “hey last time we did this. so lets do this, this time.” and the little touch comes as a pleasant surprise to Jonghyun by the way he smiles at the end (sexual tension much??)
Number two; give it up, give it up, give it up for 141013 begins at 2:40
There’s many, MANY things I love about this HH moment. One is the way KIbum doesn’t take his jacket off like the others are used to him doing, so Minho tries to force him. And then we have Jonghyun watching this all go down and when it comes to their moment he decides “oh hey, only I can strip Kibum and get away with it.” Which he proceeds to do. What makes me smile about this, is Kibum’s shy reaction and Jonghyun’s pleased one.
Oh boy, number one, here we go *deep breath* begins at 2:52
After watching this about 1256347 times, I’ve concluded why I love this moment the most. The intimacy of it. Sure, the majority of their HH moments are pretty intimate. But this one, THIS ONE HERE gets all my love because of the way Jonghyun decides to clutch both sides of Kibum’s face. I love how all you can really see is their shadows almost making it feel like a secret(they’re a hidden secret) if we’re gonna get all symbolic about it. But anyways that is my number one HH moment, I love how they both come away smiling and I love it the most when they touch foreheads.
I’ve told you mine, so what are yours?
Here’s a couple of compilations to give you an idea.