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Being Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Daughter...
  • Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.
  • He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it
  • Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids
  • There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.
  • And Lin would be so proud of this
  • Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’
  • He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.
  • And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.
  • He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.
  • On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.
  • Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you
  • He can’t help it
  • But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…
  • “I am woman hear me roar!”
    “Though she be but little, she is fierce!”
    “A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.”
    “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”
  • And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.
  • Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word
  • Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.
  • Tobillo basically being your best friend
  • That dog follows you wherever you go
  • Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.
  • The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you
  • Especially Phillipa
  • That girl loved you as if you were her own
  • And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.
  • Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town
  • And they would absolutely LOVE having you over
  • You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping
  • Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.
  • The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you
  • Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.
  • The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize
  • Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling
  • You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course
  • Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.
  • Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days
  • Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you
  • And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you
  • But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows
  • The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night
  • He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life
  • I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world
  • And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee
  • “Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.”
    “It’s called coffee, bebé.”
    “Can I try some?”
    “Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.”
    “Please, papi.”
    “Oh alright.”
  • Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.
  • Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.
  • But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do
  • Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.
  • By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.
  • Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.
  • Family trips to Disney World and Land
  • Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework
  • “You know I was a teacher.”
  • Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution
  • “Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”
  • Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.
  • “And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!”
    “I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”
  • Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor
  • Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.
  • But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,
  • “Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”
  • And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.
  • He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too
  • Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.
  • “Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“
    “Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”
  • Being very close with your grandparents
  • Your grandpa teaching you how to cook
  • Your grandma would spoil you tbh
  • Girl talk with your Aunt Luz
  • Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect. 
  • Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales
  • “You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!”
    “Papi-“
    “He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.”
    “Thank you abuelo.”
  • And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.
  • When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.
  • He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.
  • “Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“
    “Y/n.”
    “Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”
  • Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project
  • Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo
  • But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you
  • Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you
  • When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP
  • You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad
  • He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.
  • But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.
  • And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.
  • Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.
  • Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home. 
  • And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.
  • And he would cry. A lot.
  • But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,
  • “Go Y/n!”
  • His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night
  • After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.
  • “You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”
  • You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.
  • Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.
  • Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.

This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!

-Daizy xx

Dear Mummy

I’m honest with you guys; I cannot deny that I have not cried a bit while writing this! Some of you will probably hate me but just know I do it already myself! :D In this story Harry and Beau are a family! I really hope you like it! And leave some feedback behind!!! And let me know if you cried :D (Picture is not mine!!!)


Harry went up the stairs to his daughter’s bedroom to check up on her and to kiss her goodnight at the same time. She suspiciously went to bed earlier than she normally would do. Also the whole day she was acting strange. Harry noticed that Beau was quite still after he got her from school if you consider how talkative she normally is. As he asked her about it, she just shrugged her shoulders, telling him she was absolutely fine but just exhausted by her day. Harry didn’t bring up the topic again because he didn’t want to pressure her, if she wanted to talk she would tell him, but he was clearly sure that something must have made her upset.

He slowly opened the door to his daughter’s room and was surprised as the lights on the ceiling were still on. His eyes searched for the little girl and he found her lying in her bed, her back turned towards him.  

“Bub, are you still awake?” He asked quietly however he got no answer from her side. It was very quiet in the room, so quiet that you probably could have heard a pin falling onto the ground. Frowning, he moved closer to her bed and when he was close enough he discovered that her shoulders were slightly shaking, followed by a heavy sob escaping from her mouth. Beau could not hide her façade forever, not from her dad who knew if something was wrong with her and finally broke down in front of him. Everything she had gone through a few hours ago was crushing onto her like a heavy brick.

Harry instantly tore her from her lying state as he cradled her on his lap, pressing her firmly against his chest as he gave her countless kisses on her forehead. The young girl held onto him like he was her only living source and so many tears were falling from her eyes as she cried. Harry had never seen his daughter so upset before.

“It’s okay, bub…” He tried to soothe her, running his hand through her long curly hair that she inherited from her daddy. “Wanna tell me why you’re crying?” He took her young face between his warm hands and caught every falling tear with his thumbs. Seeing his little girl in this state made him want to cry himself. Harry could never stand seeing his loved ones suffering, especially not his princess. He would tear down the entire planet if that meant that he could see her smile again. By now he just noticed the fluffy teddy bear under her left arm and he could only assume what it was about. She only cuddled against her that specific toy when she was missing a certain person. A person she loved with her whole heart as much as Harry did. Because it was a gift from her.

They were sitting in this position, father and daughter holding each other, until Beau’s crying died down slightly and her breathing became normal again. Her eyes met her father’s gentle green ones and she somewhat lowered her gaze in shame. She hated crying, crying made her weak and vulnerable but it was a human thing. No one could suppress their feelings forever. Beau just wanted to be Harry’s strong little girl and not a whiny little thing.

“I’m sorry, daddy…” She sniffled.

“There is no reason to be sorry, princess. You know it’s normal to cry sometimes. Now, what happened? What made you so upset, hmm?”

Only the thought about the event that went on earlier caused new tears appearing in her eyes. She did not want to think about it anymore but the wound that had been caused was too fresh for her to ignore. She was just a little girl. How could she deal with pain properly?

“Aww beautiful, just speak to me. I’m here for you, you know that.” He kissed her forehead again to encourage her. Beau took a deep breath, but her voice still sounded very shaky.

“T-today in s-school Mrs. Riley suggested preparing a little gift for mother’s day. She said this time we should send them to our mummy’s instead of giving it to them personally. Then, o-one of the mean girls just said how I wanted to send my gift to mummy since there’s no mailman for heaven. A-and they made fun of me the entire d-day. Even though our teacher warned them and told them how disrespectful their words are, they still didn’t stop. Macy told me that mummy did not love me, that’s why she left and she is probably happy where she is without me.”  She began to sob again. “Is that true, daddy? Is that why she left us? Is that why I have no mummy anymore?”

Anger boiled in Harry’s veins and he wanted nothing more than to scream at the children who bullied his little girl and planted nonsense into her innocent mind. He wanted to yell at their parents for raising bad-mannered children who just had no idea what he and Beau had gone through the past year. How could they make fun of a little girl who just involuntarily lost her mother? This is not only disrespectful towards Beau but also his wife. Harry clenched his teeth in rage but tried to keep his composure. That was not the best time to freak out in front of her.

“Never, munchkin.” Harry said hoarsely. “You’re classmates were being very mean to you. They just have no idea. Mummy loved you from the bottom of her heart and she would have never left you voluntarily. You were the most important person in her life and she loved being a mother to you.”

“Then why did she die, daddy? Why did she leave us?”

“Because heaven needed her, you know? Heaven always needs the most beautiful humans in the entire world.”

Beau buried her face in the crook of his neck. “But I need her too, daddy. I want mummy back and I miss her.”

He sighed. “I know, little one. I miss her too but one day, I promise we’ll see her again and we’ll never leave each other. Never again. We’ll be happy forever and ever. Just you and mummy and I. But I want you to know something and keep this forever in your mind. You will always have a mother, no matter if she’s here or not, mummy will always be your mummy, okay? Because if it wasn’t for mummy, you wouldn’t be here. There is no way you can’t have a mummy.”

He took her tiny hand into his and led it between her chest. “As long as you keep her here, mummy will always be there. She’ll never leave us, bub. She’s watching over us and protects us from bad things.” He bent forward to place another soft kiss onto her forehead. “Now, no more crying love, alright? I bet mummy wouldn’t want us to be sad.”

Beau responded by only nodding her head. Harry laid her back into her bed carefully and stayed beside her as long as she needed him to be with her. She asked him if he could tell her stories about the past which Harry gladly complied and the more he told her about him and his wife the more in love he felt with her. And actually, this was the most painful thing. To love somebody unconditionally but not be able to show it. When Beau finally fell asleep with a smile on her lips and cuddling her teddy bear, Harry gave her a one last kiss on her cheek and covered her up tightly so she wouldn’t catch a cold in the night.

The weather was a bit windy and rainy recently and he wanted to prevent her of becoming sick.

He closed the door carefully behind him and made his way back downstairs. He was still beyond mad and if something like this should happen again, he would not hesitate to make the responsible person’s life a living hell. What the fuck was just wrong with the world nowadays? Harry could not understand.

Taking a bottle of wine and a matching glass from the kitchen, Harry sat down on the couch in his living room. He felt the pain that he tried to suppress for almost one year now creeping its way onto the surface. How many nights had he just spent crying himself to sleep, just wishing it all was a dream? How many times had he just insulted and cursed at the drunken man who just took the love of his life away from him? How many times had he just wished that it was the man who painfully met death’s eye instead of his love? It took him so much strength, so many therapy sessions and so much compassion to come the point where he was now. Acceptance. Even though it was too hard, Harry had to accept that she was gone. Gone physically but never emotionally. Sometimes, Harry could tell he felt her close nearby, often hearing her voice and this made him question his mental health.

Pouring a bit of wine into his glass and taking a gulp out of it, Harry just decided to rummage through some family albums that he had not touched since the incident one year ago. The pain was still fresh back then and he didn’t dare to look into them in fear that he might break.

He randomly just opened one page and the picture he saw took his breath away. There she was, his beautiful wife smiling happily at him. Harry still remembered taking the picture like it was yesterday. They had been at a family wedding and she was 8 months pregnant with Beau. Harry remembered how stunning she looked and that he could not tear his eyes away from her the entire day. All his attention was on her. She wore a slight pink evening dress that Harry had the privilege of choosing it for her. Pink was the new black for him and he was proud of finding a perfect dress for her that she also liked.

She smiled happily at the camera, her one hand being placed protectively over her belly as if she was afraid something could happen to their unborn baby while she steadied her other hand on her waist. She wore a floral wreath on her perfectly made hair and her beauty shone brighter than the sun. She was so excited to become a mother that her happiness radiated out of her. Harry wished he could turn back to that time, just to see her that happy again.

A tear dropped on his hand as he traced the outline of her flawless face. “I miss you, darling.” He sniffled, wiping away the tears that followed after the first one. “I love you so much, my perfect wife.”

How much he wished she was there with him. Holding her tight was what he wanted, kissing her soft lips was what he desired and loving on her was what he longed for.

Countless times he just asked himself what he had done that fate and life at the same time punished him with that kind of pain. Harry was always kind and respectful and supportive however life just rewarded him with the worst. Life had kind of been unfair to him and Harry had no clue why.

When Harry got the call from the hospital, being told that his wife was involved in a car crash, his whole world fell apart. He wasted no time and rushed to the hospital with a racing heart but unfortunately it was too late.  All he found was a soulless corpse of his wife and doctors who wished him their deepest condolences. He dropped on his knees, cried and screamed until he had no voice anymore. Harry couldn’t even remember how he made out of that hospital that fateful night, or how he could make it through the funeral. His inside was numb the entire time. He never wanted to feel any emotion again.

Another problem was how he could just tell his little girl about her mother’s passing. It was definitely the biggest challenge in his entire life. Seeing his little Beau mourning over the loss of her mother tore his heart apart even though he was convinced that there was no heart left anymore. His wife took his heart a long time ago. He never wanted to see Beau in that state ever again. He had to be strong for the sake of his own health and especially for Beau. They got all the support they needed and life was getting a bit easier from time to time. But it would never be the same.

Turning the pages over, he looked at the next photos, often smiled or even cried at some point. All these moments that were pictured on them crushed onto him heavily but Harry gladly accepted them. Remembering all these beautiful moments he was able to spend with his wife and Beau; that was something he was proud of having the pleasure to experience it with them.

The last picture and the more recent one was taken last year a few months before the accident. Harry took his family on a vacation to the Maldives and they spent some wonderful family time over there. Their last one as a complete family. All three of them were smiling into the camera, Harry laying his arms lovingly and protectively over his wife’s shoulder while she had Beau pressed against her chest. They looked like a perfect family which they truly were. Harry had never been in love with somebody that much before.

When his wife came into his life, he learned another side of love. A love that he would have died for.  From the first moment he laid his eyes on her, he already knew that she was the one he wanted to spend a life time with. And when he found out about her death, he wished it was him who died that night. He would have sacrificed himself if that meant that she could live.

“I really hope you’re fine wherever you are, angel.” He whispered into nothingness. “We miss you so much but I know that you are patiently waiting for us and I cannot wait to have you in my arms again. I swear I will never let you go, love. I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” With these words snapped the album shut and put it back into its place.

In that night, Harry felt more at ease as if his wife was lying right beside him and covering him with her warmth.

A few weeks later, when mother’s day finally arrived, Harry and Beau found themselves in the cemetery. Beau had made something special for her mother and was very excited to lay it onto her grave. Harry had bought the prettiest roses that he could find and it honestly was a huge bouquet that he carried along with him. His wife only should get the best from the best.

When they were standing in front of her grave, Beau let go of his hand and slowly walked towards the space where her mother was resting. She carefully laid her gift onto the grave.

“I love you mummy.” She said quietly. “I hope you like my present for you. I worked really hard on it.”

“Happy mother’s day, my darling.” Harry said, placing the large bouquet carefully next to his daughter’s present. His fingers traced over the cold grave stone where his wife’s name was written on. “We love you dearly and we miss you.”

Beau also placed a little note next to her present. Written by a little girl’s hand, it says:

  To the loveliest angel from all angels, my dear mummy.

may these memories break our fall. – Nashville secret sessions story

“Is that Kara?” she asked loudly over the music as she grabbed my hands and twirled me around. I was stumbling on the pillows below my feet but grasped her hands so tight. All I could do was aggressively nod and hope she couldn’t see the tears forming in my eyes in the dark, candle-lit room.


I have read dozens, if not hundreds of Taylor meet and greet stories. I have cried out of love for her and happiness for my friends and sadness that it wasn’t me. I have felt so close to meeting her and insanely disappointed when it didn’t happen. But the feeling I had on October 25? The feeling like my dreams were coming true but that I was also maybe going to pass out? That feeling was worth it. It was worth everything to me. So, here’s my story. It’s been a long time in the making. (I’m leaving out the stuff from before because it was just getting so long, but I got my message on tumblr from TN on Saturday and my call on Sunday. i bought flights Monday and my mom insisted on flying from DC and meeting me there to make sure it was all legit, even though she couldn’t come with).


OKAY SO once we got to the secret spot, I saw people I recognized and made lots of friends waiting (hi everyone!!!) We got checked in, did security all that jazz. We finally got to her house and mingled outside and ate. There were chick-fil-a nuggets (which is so funny because a few months ago I messaged Taylor to come to my Fourth of July party and all I said was “Come to my party. We will have chick fil a nuggets” LOL. on brand) and sushi and the REP cookies and M&Ms. Not a lot of people were eating much but you BET YOUR ASS i was chowing down. 

They let us into the room where we would listen to the album and I got a spot slightly to the left of where Taylor would be sitting. The floor was just covered in blankets and pillows and it looked like a huge slumber party was about to go down. 

Before we knew it, Taylor walked in with Abigail and of course we all lost it. I think you have all seen what they were wearing by now, but god they looked like angels. Taylor looked exactly like I imagined and yet so different too. It is such a strange feeling seeing someone you have always seen in pictures in real life. Someone you see virtually every single day. I teared up because I just was so so excited and felt like it wasn’t real life. 

So obviously y’all know what is next and that is she played us all of reputation. The album blew me away. It’s not like I was surprised, because I knew it would be good, but like it was just SO good?! And so cool to watch Taylor and Abi, Tree, Andrea and Scott singing along and doing these little dances. All of us were just JAMMING on the floor listening along.

I thought it was really incredible how Taylor made eye contact with every single person in that room. Every single one. Multiple times. It didn’t matter where you were sitting. She looked at you and sang to you and smiled so big. I love her. 

It was when we got to Look What You Made Me Do that she decided we could have a little dance party to shake out our legs and take a break. Someone dimmed the lights and since we all knew this song, we were able to just sing (scream?) the lyrics together with our idol dancing along our side, which was a dream. She was towards the middle of the room, so I made my way over there to dance near her. 

Before I knew it, she reached out to grab my hands and looked me dead in the eye. “Is that Kara?” she asked me, trying to get closer to see my face. It was like a million butterflies were released in my stomach at once. I was in shock. I was so happy. But I was speechless. I nodded and we danced to the bridge. It was literally at the “I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams” part, which was my tumblr bio. SO ON BRAND. SO PERFECT.

So we heard the rest of the songs and they continued to blow us away. Before long, we had finished the album. She was so honest with us about each song and I absolutely love her for that. She trusts us so much it is unreal. And y’all are not prepared for how good this album is. i CANNOT WAIT

OKAY OKAY NOW THE FUN MEETING HER PART

At first they called a few people by name to go first, but then they let everyone else just go whenever they wanted. A bunch of people seemed to want to wait until the end, but I knew my nerves would only get worse. I watched her meet some people from the corner, which was so incredible. It is honestly almost as exciting as meeting her yourself. You get to watch how she interacts with each person and takes her time. She also looks them dead in the eye and listens so intently. She never rushed anyone. It was beautiful.

OKAY SO FAST FOWARD TO MY TURN HERE WE GO

“Kara!!! Oh my god I’m so happy you’re here!” she said as she quickly walked toward me with her arms outstretched. I hugged her so tight trying to keep the tears back.

“Thank you SO much for coming!”

“Are you kidding, thank you so much for having me!”

We pulled away from the hug and I was looking right in her eyes, slightly looking up because she’s so tall. She said something along the lines of “I’m so glad we are finally meeting. You’re so lovely!” and I just sort of laughed and said “Oh my god Taylor, my mom isn’t going to believe you said that” (referring to her knowing my name and such).

“But you are Kara! You’re so lovely and sweet. Like you’re amazing, tell her I said that!”

oKAY SO YOU KNOW IM DYING ON THE INSIDE BUT TRYING TO STAY COMPOSED. MY LEGS WERE SORTA SHAKING BUT I WAS DOING BETTER THAN EXPECTED. 

I tried to keep myself together and tell her how much I loved reputation and just said “Taylor, the album is amazing” and she smiled, but she looked a bit distracted as she was looking at me and sort of interrupted and just said “Kara you’re even more beautiful in person. Like you are so naturally beautiful! Like you aren’t even wearing makeup and you’re so pretty?!”

excuse me WHAT. In my head I’m laughing as I know I’m definitely wearing makeup but that a lot of it came off when I cried earlier and that I don’t wear all that much in general but like WHAT I WAS SO SHOOK LIKE SHE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL ??? THE FUCK 

All that I could muster up was a “Oh my God” and “thank you so much” as I wrapped my arms around her neck again and she pulled me in for a hug (and yes she smells so good like a vanilla goddess).

So after she SHOWERED me with compliments that my poor heart couldn’t handle, I knew I had a few things I could talk about with her. I told her about studying abroad in London last semester and she asked what school. I explained my program through my home university and told her about how I interned in SoHo. I joked because I told her I knew she was there at the same time, supposedly undercover, and said that we probably ran into each other on Oxford Street. She said how amazing it was that I had that opportunity. We talked about other places I traveled and I mentioned going to the Canary Islands for spring break and said “how casual” and she laughed and nodded. I just said how much I loved London and that city life. She said something along the lines of “That is soooo amazing. You’re getting to see the world and have these opportunities! I’m so excited to see all you do, Kara. I’m so proud of you!” she said, giggling.

….this woman….is proud of ME….im proud of YOU you queen WHAT 

I think I said “thank you so much for saying that” and hugged her again. I needed a second to think of the next thing to talk about so I asked her if we could take our picture. She said of course and pointed to the mantle behind us that had Grammys and Moonmen and a bunch of her awards on it. “Do we want to hold a Grammy or something?”, but I hesitated and said “well..” and she asked “or did you have a pose in mind?” and I just said “Can we just act we’re best friends having the night of our lives because that’s basically how I feel right now” and she smiled and said “of course!”

So we turned towards the camera, which was probably the only time I looked away from her during our entire time together, and we hugged super tight and I smiled bigger than I probably ever have before. I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE IT BUT IM NERVOUS 

She turned back to me and I still had a few more things to say and ask. Something I thought about during the session was just a silly question for her. “So I’m in college and like I just need to know what’s your favorite drinking game?” and she laughs and says “Oh God, my favorite drinking game?!” as she turned away to think about it. “Well I will play any of them and I love playing them…and I sorta think that’s the problem…” and she smirked at me. I NEED TO GET DRUNK WITH TAYLOR SWIFT ONE DAY OKAY LIKE WHAT 

I was feeling like my time was running out so I hugged her again and she said “It’s so cool meeting you. Like I sort of feel like I’m just your older sister…just like stalking you on the internet” and my jaw kind of dropped. “I love seeing your life online and I’m sure we will talk there!” and I just said “That means so much to me. Thank you so so much” and we hugged again.

“I’ll see you on tour and of course online,” I said. She smiled and said goodbye and that it was nice to meet me. I turned to leave and looked behind my shoulder and just said, “love you!”


It was the most surreal experience ever. I think i blacked out like i can barely remember it anymore, but wow it was so amazing and the fact that she KNEW ME AND RECOGNIZED ME made it even more incredible ? i never expected that in a hundred million years. 

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF SHE STALKED ME AFTER AND LIKED SIX OF MY POSTS ABOUT THAT NIGHT INCLUDING DANCING WITH ME AND RECOGNIZING ME. LIEK WHAT THE FUCK SHES SO INCREDIBLE AND I FEEL SO SO LUCKY. PLEASE DONT GIVE UP YALL I NEVER EVER SAW THIS COMING

From the bottom of my heart, thank you Taylor and thank you Taylor Nation. I didn’t think things like this could just happen to people like me ? I’ve never felt that special or deserving of things like this, but you’ve proved that we all deserve this opportunity. I love you so so SO much. I’m still not sure how it happened, but oh my god am I glad it did. I will never forget this as long as I live. 

See you on tour and online, big sister. 

Stupid Questions

Part one if you missed it!

Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles. 

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“Okay so this is how the stage is going to be set up, your pianist will be here, drums, violin, guitar, everything. And on Wednesday, we can rehearse. Sound good?” The producer tells you while pointing, but you couldn’t really focus on anything. All you could hear or see were those comments people left under the interview.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Stacy says, still holding your hand. You and Stacy begin to walk off the stage to go talk to the other directors. “Hey Y/N!” You hear someone call your name and when you turn around, it’s the last person you want to see.

“It’s me Harry!” He smiles and all you can do is tear up.

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Comic-Con | Alex Høgh Andersen

✖ Characters/relationships: Alex Høgh Andersen x Reader.

✖ Genres: Fluff.

✖ Summary: Alex and (Y/N) aren’t public yet, but the fans have questions. Specially, a question regarding a purple mark on Alex’s neck. - Requested by anonymous.

✖ Author Note: This took me forever because I’ve been desmotivated to write for a long time, but I hope to be back. Thanks for requesting and come back soon!

✖ Tagged accounts: @angelaiswriting ; @saibh29

✖ Word count: 1412

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You smiled as you watched him make his way down the red carpet, being his normal smiley self as he stopped and posed for a few pictures before standing off to the side to be interviewed. You were in awe as country music artists that you had been a fan of for years made their way around you, the energy of the event was very relaxed and comforting.

“I feel very honored to be here, everyone has been so nice ta me.” Your attention was brought back to Niall as you saw him smile towards you.

“Did you come with anyone tonight?” The interviewer asked causing Niall’s cheeks to flush a bit as he locked eyes with you.

“I actually did, she’s right over there.” He gestured towards where you were standing and when the interviewer offered you a big smile and a wave you just waved in return still having the same grin on your face you’ve had since you got to the award show. “She knows a bit more about country music than I do, been havein da time of her life so far tonight.” You laughed as Niall shot you a playful wink.

“Well we are glad the two of y’all made it out here tonight, can’t wait to hear you perform later tonight.” Niall just smiled and nodded as the interview came to a close and soon the camera wasn’t focused on him so he took the opportunity to walk over to you and grab your hand.

“Did you see Reba? She looks so gorgeous.” You whispered as the two of you made your way down the carpet, Niall laughed as he gave your hand a squeeze. “Holy hell,” you almost stopped dead in your tracks as Tracy Lawrence appeared in front of you.

“Who’s dat lovey? Someone ya like I reckon?” Niall dropped your hand so he could snake an arm around your waist and pull you close to his side.

“Niall, that’s Tracy Lawrence.” Your voice was a bit high causing Niall to giggle as he placed a quick kiss to the top of your head. “He sings so many amazing songs, that song I’m always singing in the morning? That’s his!” You explained and when you looked up at Niall he had on his concentration face, you knew he was imagining you in the kitchen making coffee while singing and dancing around waiting for your bagel to finish toasting.

“Da one about painting?” You laughed and nodded your head as your attention went back to the man dressed in all black with a matching cowboy hat who had stopped on the carpet for a few photographs.

“It’s called paint me a Birmingham Niall.” You answered with an eye roll. Niall just nodded as he started leading the two of you down the carpet. You almost broke your neck trying to turn your head so you could catch a glimpse of Tracey waking towards an interviewer.

“Ya wanna meet him or jus stare like a weirdo?” Niall whispered in your ear before pulling you closer as a few photographers snapped pictures of the two of you.

“I’m not a weirdo.” You answered as you turned your head and looked up at Niall who had a big grin on his face. You placed a hand on his chest and smiled at him for a few pictures before dragging your hand down and gently pinching his side making him pull away from you with a laugh.

“Sorry darlin, jus know tha ya can meet anyone ya want. Know ya love this music.” Niall’s voice was sweet and low in your ear as he dropped his arm over your shoulder.

“Well you’re country now,” you teased causing him to roll his eyes as the two of you finally entered the venue. “and I love you.” You quickly placed a kiss to his cheek as he lead the way towards your seats.

“Dats right darlin, ya with a proper country music artist now.” You had to cover your mouth with your hand to hide your laugh as Niall used a horrible fake southern accent.

“Never again Niall James, they will kick you out.” Niall laughed as you looked around with wide eyes at who the two of you were sitting around. “Don’t embarrass me in front of Chris Stapleton.” You joked causing Niall to roll his eyes as you took the seat with your name on it.

“Don’t make me tap him on da shoulder and tell him ya dance around da house in your nightgown with a face mask on to his songs.” You felt your cheeks get hot as Niall teased you, he dropped his arm over your shoulder and laughed when he saw you getting riled up.

“You wouldn’t.” You shot at him making him just shrug and look towards the stage. You placed your hand on top of his knee and gave it a not so gentle squeeze causing him to flinch and squeal a little.

“Sorry” He mumbled to the woman sitting next to him before turning and looking at you. “I wouldn’t, love ya too much to make ya wanna kill me.” You laughed as he leaned over and placed a sweet kiss to your cheek, you watched as Chris Stapleton and his wife sat down right in front of you and when you heard Niall snicker a bit you shot him a sideways glare.

You enjoyed watching some of your favorite country songs be sung right in front of you, Niall loved looking over and watching you sing along and sway in your seat. You had no idea that you being so relaxed and enjoying yourself actually made Niall less nervous about his performance. About half way through the show Niall leaned over and told you he had to go get ready so you gave him a quick good luck kiss and a sneaky pat on the bottom before he was off backstage.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched him and Maren walk on stage, when they started signing you felt a sense of overwhelming pride flow through you as you noticed people around you bobbing their head along to the song. This was one of your favorites off his album and you couldn’t have been more excited that the first time it was going to be sung live as a proper duet was at one of your favorite award shows to watch. By the time it was done the whole venue was full of cheers and everyone clapped and you felt a hand on your shoulder making your attention go from the stage to the person sitting behind you.

“Your boy did good.” Your eyes went wide as Tracey Lawrence shot you a smile as he gave your shoulder a little pat. “Great song.” He added before sitting back in his seat. You just managed a smile and a nod before turning your head, you felt your face get hot and you knew you were probably blushing hard core.

When Niall made his way back to his seat in the same clothes he wore on stage You greeting him with a kiss. He was absolutely beaming, you knew he was well aware of how good his performance was. You just grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers with his as you placed it in your lap giving it a squeeze.

“Amazing.” Was all you said, Niall just brought your interlocked hands from your lap to his lips giving the top of yours a little peck.

The two of you went on to watch the rest of the show and you even saw Niall singing along to a few of the songs he knew causing you to smile. By the end of the night you had managed to tell Niall who almost every artist that walked on stage was, only not knowing a few and he was thoroughly impressed. You went on to cheer for the winners and Niall let you rest your head on his shoulder and pout when your favorite artist didn’t win.

He would place kisses to your cheek and the top of your head when a particularly sweet song would be sung causing you to smile. You enjoyed the award show probably a little more than Niall did but you knew he still had a good time. He loved seeing you have a great time and he knew he could count on you to always be there for him even if he was just performing one song or a compete set and he loved that about you.

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G-Dragon & Song Mino-Angst

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Tupac Shakur with Chi Modu

Over the years, people have always said that my images of Tupac let them see a side of him beyond the Thug Life image, more about the human being. Before he was loved by the world, he was a young man trying to make his way in a society that is extremely cruel to the less fortunate. He made it his mission to speak for those in his community who needed to hear “keep your head up!” As I travel the globe, I’m amazed at how many people have told me that Tupac saved their lives. His words and passion inspired a generation, and these pictures that we created together help to keep that inspiration alive.

It’s always sad when people die young, but if you leave behind the kind of legacy that Tupac did, you never actually die. You remain forever in the hearts and minds of people for generations to come. I knew that about him when we first spent time together in Atlanta, Georgia back in 1994. We both knew the importance of images and we set out to do a thorough job, not knowing what the future would hold. He died two years after that meeting in Atlanta, but his words and these images are all part of his lasting legacy.

When I met him on location in Atlanta in ’94 he was quite cooperative and a really nice guy. It was a shoot for The Source magazine, and he arrived early. Tupac was the ultimate professional, and he respected my time and my skills. The public might not know that about him. They think he was just this crazy guy who had no real limits, but he completely understood who he was, and if he understood what you brought to the table, he was easy to deal with. In fact, we got along great. I think a lot of people want to buy into the ‘thug life’ image and the younger side of him, because he was still a young man. Let’s be clear, you kind of forget the ages of these folks. To be so prolific and so young, and have so much power — it’s hard to imagine

Even with all the childishness — which I believe was age appropriate in a lot of ways—when you throw power and money in there, even with all that, he had a lot of care and love for his community and for the less fortunate. He always spoke on behalf of black people who were struggling.

Even though he wrote songs that many would consider typical hip-hop party music, he also included a lot of black empowerment in his lyrics — “Brenda’s Got a Baby,” “Dear Mama” — which I believe is why women liked him. They loved him because he was real and he cared. We knew the silly side of him too, but who isn’t silly at the age of twenty five? So that never surprised me when he did the zany stuff. He was young and full of power in a world that’s biased against blacks, so what do you expect?

Normally when I would see Tupac, I would always think of him being on blast — excited and moving at a hundred miles an hour. But when I first met him he wasn’t really like that. It’s funny how everyone always thinks about Tupac and the ladies, but I never really saw him chasing women that much. He was much more focused on his mission. I think that’s what made him stand out so much from his peers. Because while everybody was partying, this man was trying to make sure he created his legacy. And so here we are decades later talking about the man as if he’s still around. I don’t think you can take lightly the fact that this is two decades later and we’re still talking about this man.

After we finished his first Source cover shoot in Atlanta, we went back to his home in Stone Mountain, GA to hang out. He called me aside and showed me his entire gun collection in his bedroom—all his AKs, banana clips, Glocks, everything. Then he moved a picture on the wall in his bedroom, revealing a bullet hole. This was from when he fired a shot in his bedroom because he was on probation and prohibited from going to the firing range. We all laughed afterwards.

We would’ve all been in our 40s together, but he never got to his 40s, he didn’t even see his 30s with us. So that’s quite a body of work and experience that he put in during his short time on this Earth.

He was one of the few stars who could cross over without compromising his roots. Tupac wasn’t going to compromise, that wasn’t him, but Versace still wanted to use him for their campaign. It’s funny when I see rappers trying to do that sort of thing. I think when you start to move in those commercial circles they make you change yourself to fit. You lose your authenticity, but Tupac wouldn’t allow that of himself. He took the streets with him wherever he went.

The portrait shots of Tupac, like the one that’s on the cover of the book, were actually done with a 4x5 camera, which is a view camera. It’s the camera where you put the curtain over your head to focus. It’s large format. It sits on a tripod, and you put the film in, come out from behind the camera, you click it, then you switch the film. Kind of like the old style cameras. At that session in Atlanta, I photographed Tupac with my 4x5 with no assistant. It was just me and his people. When you shoot using a 4x5 you’re really very close to the subject. I was no more than three or four feet from him. I’m there but the gap between us is the camera, even though I’m right there with them. When you’re that close to someone frame after frame, that’s really how they get to know you. You’re almost breathing on each other, and I’m telling him, ‘Lift your head, bring your eyes down.’ I’m giving him instructions so he can look better.

Once you spend hours with someone like that, you know them forever. I’m looking at every pore on your face. I’m on your team. In doing that first photo shoot in 4x5, I think that’s what made Tupac so comfortable with me because I was looking in his eyes, he was looking in mine at the same time, and real recognizes real. Once we got to that place we were cool. He gave me pictures he didn’t give anybody else and he said, ‘These are for you, Chi.’

Everybody knows the Thug Life Tupac, and we know that well. But they don’t know the Tupac in the quiet moments. Like that picture of him tying his bandana over his head, the profile shot. That’s an outtake. He was fixing his bandana with a cigarette in his mouth but he was relaxed enough around me where I could just photograph him.

As a result you see a picture of a much more gentle Tupac. For me gentle and soft are not the same thing. Tupac was gentle but you wouldn’t dare step to him. He was prepared to take it where it needed to go. He wasn’t afraid. That’s who he was to me, and we got along from the first time we met. We were cool, so I got access to him that no one else could get.

Tupac wanted me to shoot his album Me Against the World, he told me to get in touch with the art director in New York. By the time I went there to meet, they had already given the assignment to someone else. What’s funny is I had already taken what would later become the most iconic imagery of Tupac. So when you look at the more famous portraits of Tupac like him tying his bandanna and the Rolling Stone cover, I had already created those pictures before I went to meet the art director to discuss the album. No one knew at the time that the photos I took of him would be the images people remember and not the ones they used on the album. In a way you end up getting your justice if you wait long enough

When I set out to take these photographs I knew they were important. I wanted to make sure the images stayed within the community. I wanted to make sure the person who created them was from the community. Historically that never really happens. Most of the visuals of the greats are owned and controlled by other people. That’s tricky because then they can put their interpretation on it. But when you look at my photographs, I’m there with them. I’m one of them even though I’m an observer. I was close enough to live it and I had the skills to document and record it.

I had four sessions with him, and since we were close he let me in close. It’s friends hanging out with friends and there just happened to be a camera present. You can see the closeness and the warmth because I didn’t really look at my subjects as just celebrities. I saw them as young black guys like me. It allowed me to get closer and it allowed them to be comfortable and just be who they were. I offered no judgment. I was just there to document and make people look good.

Even though I was the creator of these images, I’ve always felt more like the caretaker of them, because he was the world’s Tupac, not just my photo subject. He burned bright when he was here and his flame continues to glow. Thank you for being the voice of the voiceless, Tupac. Rest in peace, brother.

Excerpted from Tupac Shakur: Uncategorized by Chi Modu, a 200-page hardcover book featuring over 100 powerful images of Tupac Shakur.

Niall meets your daughter for the first time!

“Do you think he will like this?” You couldn’t help but smile as you turned around and saw your daughter standing in the doorway of your bedroom. She was wearing her favorite princess dress, the one that was pink and had sequence all over the top. “I want to make a good impression.” Her voice was soft and sweet as she did a little twirl to show off her dress.

“You look beautiful,” you walked over to her and she smiled at you as you knelt down and pushed her hair back behind her ear. “He would be silly not to like it.” You added causing her to flash you her best smile as you smoothed out her dress a bit.

“Do you love him?” You could feel your eyes go wide as her words hit your ears. Her tone was full of curiosity, she tilted her head to the side as if she was trying to read your facial expression. You just stood up straight and went back over to your vanity. You could see her in your mirror shrug a little before she turned and walked out of your room causing you to let out a sigh of relief, you weren’t quite sure how to answer that question yet.

You heard a faint knock on your front door as you were slipping on your shoes, you gave yourself a quick once over in your mirror before heading out of your room. You laughed as you saw your daughter running down the hallway towards the living room. You knew she was so excited to meet him that she could barley contain herself all afternoon so naturally she wanted to be the one to answer the door.

“Mom he’s here! He’s here!” She shouted as you made your way into the living room and headed for the front door. You knew he was probably shaking his head and holding back a laugh on the other side of your front door. You stood behind her as she slowly opened the front door, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Niall standing there with flowers in his hand and a giant grin on his face as he laid eyes on the little girl standing in the doorway.

“Well I didn’t know I was havin dinner wit a princess tonight! I’m not properly dressed!” Your daughter giggled as Niall motioned towards his outfit before bending down and holding out the flowers. “These are for you my darlin.” He looked up at you and shot you a wink as she reached out and took them from him.

“No ones ever gotten me flowers before!” She looked back at you with wide eyes and a giant grin. “I like him already mom.” Niall stood up and laughed as she ran off towards the kitchen with her flowers in her hand. He quickly closed the space between you and wrapped you up in a hug.

“Missed ya my love.” His voice was low as he whispered in your ear quickly before giving your cheek a quick peck. You smiled as he pulled away and made his way into the living room while you closed the front door.

“How was your trip?” You asked him as you turned around and saw him take a seat on the couch. “Did you enjoy your little vacation?” You watched him roll his eyes as you went and sat next to him. He quickly placed his arm around your shoulder pulling you a little closer to him.

“Wasn’t much of a vacation love, had ta wake up bloody early everyday jus ta get asked questions dat had nothin ta do wit the album.” His tone was what made you realize he was slightly annoyed. “I mean who da hell wants ta know if I wear underwear or if I like ta sleep on the left or right side of da bed?” You put your hand on the top of his thigh giving him a light squeeze as he talked so he would relax a bit.

“Left,” He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at you making you roll your eyes playfully. “You sleep on the left side of the bed.” Niall just laughed and shook his head causing you to smile seeing him relax more. “She’s been talking about you all day.” You told him as you laid your head on his shoulder as you snuggled closer to him.

“Hope I don’t disappoint her.” He whispered in your ear, just then you heard the sound of feet running down the hallway and you knew any moment she’d be standing in front of the two of you.

“Niall I drew this for you,” you turned and looked as your daughter stood in front of Niall. She was holding a piece of paper that from the little part you could see had a heart on it. “Mommy told me you’re Irish, so I put that green flower on it that brings good luck!” You couldn’t help but smile as Niall’s eyes went wide and a giant smile took over his face.

“I am honored that ya drew dis masterpiece for me.” Her face lit up as Niall took the drawing from her hands. He was looking over the drawing when your daughter inched closer to him little by little slowing making her way into his lap. You loved how effortlessly Niall just opened up his arms and let her get comfortable. “What’s dis in tha corner?” He asked her and she laughed and rolled her eyes.

“That’s my signature silly!” Niall just nodded and acted as if he knew that the whole time. “I can’t write yet so I just sign it with a heart, mommy says all great artists sign their work!” You laughed a little as Niall gave you a little smirk and a nod.

“I’m gonna go start dinner.” you got up off the couch while Niall and your daughter got more comfortable as she explained her drawing to him. You walked into the kitchen and began getting everything ready for dinner, spaghetti was something you knew both of them liked so you figured that was a good idea for dinner.

“Ya know ya mum told me you were smart but she didn’t tell me ya were an artist as well! What else don’t I know about ya?” You smiled as you heard Niall talking to your daughter making her giggle.

“Did she tell you I can dress myself? Because I can! Got dressed today all by myself and I even brush my teeth by myself too!” You laughed as her voice floated into the kitchen from the living room, you heard Niall just chuckle. “Mommy told me some things about you.” You almost dropped the spoon you were sitting the sauce with when her words hit your ears.

“Oh really? What did she tell ya about me?” You could just picture Niall with a giant grin on his face.

“She thinks you’re super cute, she likes your voice, she told me that you used to be blonde.” You knew what was coming next, “she misses you being blonde. But I like your hair now, I think you’re very handsome.” You had to cover your mouth to hide your laughter.

“Ah so ya think she doesn’t like me hair? Should I go back ta blonde?” You rolled your eyes at Niall’s voice that was full of fake hurt. When you heard your daughters laugh you knew he got his answer. A few minutes passed and you took this time to peek your head into the living room and when you saw them sitting on the couch, her still sitting on his lap as she was playing on his phone you could’ve melted on the spot.

You knew he was going to do great with her, you knew he was used to being around little kids from his One Direction days. You weren’t really worried about her liking him, she enjoyed his music and loved the stories you told her about how you and Niall met and the dates you two had been on. But when you finally saw them together sitting on the couch waiting for dinner to be done you’re heart felt as if it was ready to burst. This was your little family and you couldn’t have been happier.

BTS Reaction | Finding your drawings of them

Kim Seokjin

The day had reached late afternoon, you were out getting groceries to make dinner, and Jin had just arrived home at your shared apartment. It was a fairly spacious apartment, very well kept and tidy, decorated with all the little gifts you both had bought for each other over the years. Opening the door, the first thing Seokjin noticed was how all the lights were off, but with you, he knew that this didn’t always mean you weren’t home, sometimes you just liked to watch movies in your shared bedroom with all the lights off, you say it ‘adds the effect’ to the movie.

“Y/N,” Jin called, “I’m home!” He walked in and took off his shoes, turning on the lights in the process. But when he heard no response, he began to worry and began his search for you. The tall boy texted you, asking where you were as he walked into your shared bedroom, turning the light on there as well. As he waited for a response, he noticed the nightstand drawer wasn’t shut, thought nothing of it, and went to close it. Until he saw it. ‘It’ was your sketchbook, and of course Jin was curious as to what you were drawing, so he decided to open it to the page that was marked by your pencil. 

Jin gasped in surprise. You had secretly drawn a wonderful picture of him smiling. Why you didn’t tell him about it was a mystery, but this boy was so amazed by your work as well as very proud. His phone chirped with a new message and brought him out of his thoughts, he checked it and found your text back to him about how you just finished buying groceries for dinner. He was still amazed, and he wanted you to know how much he loved your work, so he replied letting you know he was home and that he loved your artwork of him.

“Okay, I got home a little early so I just wanted to check in and see where you were. Btw, I love your drawing of me, jagi! You’re so talented!”

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Min Yoongi

Today, your boyfriend had invited you to the studio since you seemed to miss him a lot. While he worked on writing lyrics, you made some sketches in your sketchbook that you had brought along, for you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that you were easily a distraction for him, so you just tried your best to not distract him when he was working.

After a while of silence, drowsiness began to take over your senses - Yoongi had been making music with earbuds in, he left one out in case you needed him for something though. Once you had been overcome by sleep, your boyfriend didn’t notice, not at first anyways. It was only when he heard the sound of your dropping pencil that he looked next to him to check and make sure you were fine, but he wasn’t expecting to see the sight that awaited him.

You still sat in a slightly slumped yet upright position in the other office chair, eyes shut and lips slightly parted. The sight was beautiful, but of course, Yoongi would never admit to it, at least not in front of others. Then he noticed your sketchbook, which still lay on the empty space on the side of his large desk. Since he couldn’t make out what you had drawn at first glance, he leaned over a little more to get a closer look, only to find a perfectly drawn image of him just a few minutes earlier, making music. He leaned a little too far over because it woke you up after a while of him continuing to lean over and stare with amazement at your art.

“Yoongi…” You spoke quietly, a yawn escaping your lips soon after.

“Y/N, I never realized how talented you are at drawing, maybe you could help design the cover for my next solo album.”

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They don’t know - Yugyeom scenario (fluff, requested)

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Anon said:  CAN YIU PRETTY PLEASE WEITE A YIGYEOM SCENARIO WHERE HE MEETS HIS SPULMAYE AT A FANSIGN AND JUST FALLS MADLY IN LOVE WITH THEM AND THE BOYS AND EEVRYONE MAKE FUN OF HIM?? THANK YOU XOXOXO

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Members: Yugyeom x You
Genre: Fluffy 
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“Oh Yugyeom get out of here. You can’t feel that way“ Bambam laughed looking at him
“Don’t even say that in front of other hyungs. They will make fun of you” he added laying down on his bed

Yugyeom licks his lips, looking down at the ground.
“It was just a different feeling. I can’t help it.” He spoke
Bambam looks to the side at him and sits up.
“Listen. She’s a fan. What if you will never see her again. Like maybe she was beautiful and you just felt the rush and felt that way.” He explains
“I know what I feel.”
“Yugyeom. You never had a girlfriend.” Bambam looks at him
“Did you ever have one?” Yugyeom raises his eyebrows and leaves the room

 

— Few hours before —


“Hii everyone!” Jackson said to the microphone and waved smiling. All the iGOT7’s started to scream and wave back.
“OPPA!” fans were shouting

Yugyeom smiled, talking to a fan. She hand him a cute flower crown.
“Do you want to put it on?” Yugyeom looked at her and leans his head down and she smiles and puts the crown on his head.
“I am pretty, am I?” he laughs, so does she
“I love you Yugyeom” she said as she moved to next member
“I love you too” he smiled


“JINYOUNG OPPA! Hi” fan said from the crowd
“Jinyoung oppa, hi? Jinyoung oppa HELLO” he said to the mic
Fans sent him hearts and he flicks them away and laughs.


Yugyeom takes the album.
“Hi” you said feeling super nervous and you wanted to cry how much excited you are.
“Hi-“ Yugyeom looks up at you, and stops for a moment. Staring at you. You felt like your face is super red.
His eyes observed your whole face. You were just too beautiful.
Him realizing he’s staring he chuckles and looks down sighing the album.
“Can I hold your hand” you put your hand over your mouth
“Of course” Yugyeom takes your hand in his, and two of held hands.
“You are very beautiful” he spoke looking up at you
“I..I.. Thank you” you blush
“I got you something” you add and take the flower crown
“Oh, but you already have one” you make a sad face
“It’s okay, put that one too” he leans his head down and you without taking your smile off put the flower crown on top of another one.
He slowly lifts his head up
“Is it falling?” he tried to look up and you laugh
“It’s steady for now” you smiled and two of you kept looking at each other, actually enjoying the silence.

He felt his heart racing, it was just something so different about you. He never wanted you to go. He wanted you to stay, that he gets to know you. Already talking to you he sees how great personality you have.
But you had to move forward.
“I’ll see you again, right?” he quickly asked
“I hope so. Yeah” you smiled, letting go of his hand and moved to Jaebum.


There were no words to describe how happy you were. No matter if they don’t come to your country, you’ll go anywhere you need to just to see him again, see them again and talk to them.

Yugyeom would always look to the side, and look at you while you’re still there.
Admire that smile and how cute you are.

After the sighing, boys come to the front of the stage. To talk to everyone who came.
“I LOVE YOU” Yugyeom did aegyo and made a heart with his arms

They would do a sexy dance off, make jokes, do aegyo, and just sit down and talk to everyone.
“We will come back hopefully again. I will miss you a lot” Youngjae said
“You were so beautiful today, all of you! Bambam winks and dabs
“I want you to come back home safely, and get a lot of rest okay?” Jackson asked
All of you shout “Yes”

For the end all of you get to hug or high five them.
Seeing the line, Yugyeom couldn’t wait for you to walk by.
As you did you smiled and hugged him tightly.
“I’ll see you soon” you said
“I love you” he smiled and let go of you and hugged another fan.

 —


“Hey Yugyeom I heard something” Jinyoung sat down on the couch in their practice room
Yugyeom danced and stopped, looking at him in review of the mirror.
“Did BamBam say something?” Yugyeom asked with his heart racing. He didn’t want anyone to know how he feels and what he feels.
“No, I just saw couple of pictures and videos online. On that last fan meet you were constantly looking at one fan” he explains
Jackson jumps on the couch next to Jinyoung.
“I likeee to hear that” he laughs
“It’s nothing. She was just pretty that’s all” Yugyeom turns around, towards them
“All iGOT7’s are pretty, they are beautiful” Jackson smiled
“Why were you staring at her?”
“I said. She was pretty” Yugyeom looks away and sits on the ground
“Oh come on. Did you feel somethinn” they started teasing
“Yeah. I did. So what?” Yugyeom looks up, his voice cold and serious

Jinyoung and Jackson look at him for a moment with a serious face on. Slowly their lips form into a smile then they let out a loud laugh. They clapped hands, grabbed onto each other how much they thought it was funny.

“Wait. You don’t even know her and you fall in love or something. Oh God” Jinyoung laughed
Jackson wiped off his tears
“Oh damn, that was funny”

Yugyeom kept looking at them, coldly and just calmly. He didn’t want to care what they think or how much they laugh about it, but he did in a way and it bothered him.
But he knew how he feels.
As he stood up, taking his stuff, Jackson and Jinyoung stopped laughing.
“Oh come on are you mad now?” Jackson asked
“Like you care?” Yugyeom just looks up at him and walks out of the practice room, shutting the door.

 — 


For months boys were preparing for another comeback. Working on their songs, choreography’s, and MV filming. 

Next comeback was “Never ever” era.

Even though it was long time ago when Yugyeom saw you, he still gets excited of a thought of you. And of a thought seeing you soon hopefully.
Still he was more focused on the comeback and wanting to work hard.

As the comeback era started, they started to perform and soon they had a fan meeting.
It was the same city where he saw you. The more and more the fan meeting was close he was getting too excited.
Bambam pushed him a bit.
“Think you going to see her again?” he smiled at Yugyeom
“Yeah. I have a feeling she’ll be here”


They came out on stage and sat down, waved, greeted everyone.
It was like all over again. He was sighing an album just talking to a fan.
He took something and began to poke Jackson with it. He laughed and took the album, sighing it and he looked up, and saw a familiar face.
It was you.
His smile grew bigger.
“It’s you again” he said
“You remember me?” you were surprised and blushed
“Yeah, of course I do. You were the most beautiful girl in here” he looked at your eyes

You put your hands on your face.
“Yugyeom, I can’t stop smiling” you laugh
“Don’t cover up that pretty face. I want to see your smile” he placed his hands on yours and moved your hands away
“Theree you are” he chuckled
“What is your name?” he added
“Y/N” you smiled looking at him while he was writing something, you could notice how he was smiling
“That is a beautiful name… I really wish we could be friends” he spoke and your face went shook
“I mean- I’m sorry” he laughs shaking his head
“No, I am just like. You are and idol and I am just a fan.”
“That doesn’t matter. At least to me.” He said

You had to move next.
“I’ll see you again soon Y/N” he smiled and waved
“I’ll see you” you smiled and waved back to him

BTS - Reaction to Finding You Watching/Listening to a Recording of Them Cause You Missed Them

Seokjin:

He had walked in to find you asleep in the middle of the bed, arms wrapped around his pillow. Your phone was on, and he noticed the headphones you were wearing. He carefully maneuvered himself on the bed and turned your phone screen so he could see what you fell asleep to. It was one of his many Eat Jin videos. Surprised he grinned to himself, and then he gave you a loving glance. When you woke up to his arms around you the need to snuggle closer overcame you so you turned to nuzzle into his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, “So you watch videos of me in your spare time?” You blushed, glad he couldn’t get a good look at your face, “Sometimes I need to hear your voice to fall asleep.” You closed your eyes and he kissed the top of your head, “Me too, that is why I record you singing in the shower.” You were too comfortable to get upset, you just sighed and let it go.

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Monsta X as Boyfriends

note: uhh i wrote this a long long time ago but i really like it so i’m posting it here whoo. if you’d like an extension of any of these, please let me know because monsta x is my favorite group to write about.

— Shon Hyunwoo // Shownu
- makes sure you order first at a restaurant
- & doesn’t eat until you get your food
- loves dancing you around
- overdramatically grabs his chest when you smile
- “oh my god that was the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.”
- one of THE biggest advocates for back hugs
- takes you on random trips because he l*ves you
- bought you those shoes you talked about 8 months ago
- asks you to wear specs the same day that he does
- screenshots pinterest recipes and asks if you want him to make it for you
- asks you to come to practices
- ends up making goofy faces at you in the mirror
- very gentle & considerate

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IDOL LIFESTYLE {part 2 of ASSISTANT}

Tugging on your pencil skirt and tripping a little on your heels as you walked into the studio, the guards raised their eyebrows. They were used to you in leggings and a t-shirt coming into the building to bother Yoongi, but now you looked like an office worker, your professional attire was the opposite of your usual roll-out-of-bed look. Sighing and rolling your eyes, you walked up to the front security desk.

Can I have the assistant badge for Min Yoongi? You asked politely and the main guard, Hyun Wook, smiled at you. Hyun Wook was your age, he had been working at BigHit for a couple years now and was nothing but nice to you. His casual playfulness was always something that brightened up your day and you would usually talk to him on days when Yoongi was incredibly busy with work.

Of course, miss. What’s the name? He asked, playing up the shtick and you laughed.

Hyun Wook, you know me. You told him, but he shook his head.

‘You know me’ isn’t a name on the list. He murmured and you threw your hands in the air.

Ah! Then I must not be needed! You played into the joke and he laughed.

What’s so funny here? Yoongi called out behind Hyun Wook and you chuckled at the guard, who sighed.

Ah, I guess the fun is over. He whispered to you, as he handed over the badge. You patted him on the shoulder and slung the piece of plastic around your neck. Yoongi walked up, his nonchalant manner was still in-tact, but it didn’t match the suit he was wearing. His eyes widened as he saw you walk towards him.

What? Didn’t think I would wear the skirt? You asked and Yoongi’s cheeks blushed a little. Clearing his throat and looking around you, he tried to recover from his embarrassing reaction.

Yah! You’re late! It’s — He looked down at his watch to see it was actually 9:55am. Early. He mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground.

Uh-huh. Well I wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression at my new job. You spoke confidently, while Yoongi nodded.

That’s good, pabo. He responded and you crossed your arms.

Now, Yoongi oppa, calling your assistant ‘pabo’ is not very nice OR professional. You jeered and Yoongi’s cheeks tinted pink once more, but this time it was in frustration.

Aigoooo, stop telling me what to do, and start acting normal, you’re freaking me out! He shoved your shoulder and you tripped a little on your heels. Hyun Wook stood up and with lightening reflexes caught you so you wouldn’t fall. Smiling at him, you glared at Yoongi.

Stop acting like a little kid! You shoved Yoongi’s shoulder in response and he hit the wall next to him in surprise.

AH! Don’t hit your boss! He exclaimed back, rubbing his shoulder. Hyun Wook started to chuckle and both of you looked at him.

Woah, I just thought it was funny how you two bicker like siblings. Don’t get so mad. He held up his hands in defense and Yoongi looked at the ground.

I wouldn’t say we act like SIBLINGS. He emphasized the word and Hyun Wook shrugged.

The shoving, the name calling, the fact I have to jump in and break it up, sounds like me and my sister, if you ask me. Hyun Wook responded and Yoongi squinted his eyes in annoyance.

We have an interview to get to, Y/N, follow me to your office. He turned on his heels and you scurried after him. As you walked down the hall, you saw album covers and pictures of the guys throughout the years.

Yoongi oppa! Was this you when you auditioned? You stopped to look at a picture of a young Yoongi, standing with his contract in hand, a small smile on his face.

Yah. He responded and kept walking. Come on, I have to clue you in before we head out. He continued and you followed behind him.

You and Yoongi had a strange relationship, what had started as a hatred for one another quickly turned into a friendship. You were in one of Yoongi’s online college courses and had been put into a group project with him. The two of you would bicker over the phone for the entirety of the project, both bitching at the other to shut up, when finally you found out that you both hated the third member of your group. It was that mutual hatred that formed a friendship. The two of you would talk throughout the rest of the class and then he started texting you after the class ended.

You knew something was different about him, when he would only say his name was Yoongi, no surname, and he wouldn’t tell you what he did. One day, you were grabbing a bubble tea on the way to your job as a waitress, when your phone rang. Yoongi wanted to visit you at work. Your hands became clammy as you thought about meeting the mysterious man that you had been talking to for more than a year. Telling him the location, you walked into work as a flurry of panic. Looking around and finally getting one of your coworkers to talk, she told you that BTS was coming to eat and they rented the entire place out. You nodded and walked passed all of the girls who were fighting to serve them when they came in.

Y/N is going to do it. Your manager said and you did a double take. I guess they had requested you, and you were too confused to put two and two together. Finally, when the guys came in, it all made sense. As you brought their drinks, Yoongi smiled at you and made a joke. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed. To Yoongi it was nice to have someone who really didn’t treat him like an idol, you got mad at him for renting out the restaurant and rolled your eyes when all of the other girls working would swoon at him.

The two of you would hang out all the time after that day. Sometimes he would come into the restaurant unannounced, wearing glasses, a beanie, and a mask to try and cover his identity, or you would wander your way into the studio late at night, bringing with you a variety of snacks. The guys would make fun at how inseparable the two of you were, but you would just shrug it off. Yoongi was someone who just understood you.

Snapping back into the present, Yoongi opened the door to your office. You smiled at the little things scattered on the desk. Yoongi had gotten your favorite snacks, you had a mini fridge full of drinks, and he even had a simple black planner with your name embroidered on it. Picking it up, you showed it to him.

How long did you know I was going to be your assistant? You asked as your hands touched the smooth leather. He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets.

I may have mentioned your name to the bosses for a couple weeks. He muttered and your jaw dropped.

But you had an assistant a couple weeks ago! You exclaimed and he smiled.

I told you she was an asshole. He retorted and you chuckled. Watching you look around the office in awe, Yoongi smiled. He had been feeling guilty ever since you had to leave your waitressing job. You never said it outright, but he knew it was his fault. You would come to the dorm or studio after a shift and sigh heavily, complaining about how the girls at the job would constantly pick on you.

It never used to be this way. You would tell him on the verge of tears. He knew what you meant to say was, it never used to be this way, but then you came along, which just made him feel that much worse. It got to a boiling point when he went to your apartment to see you trying to clean Yoongi’s slut and BTS whore written all over your notebooks and belongings. You tried to explain that this was the first time it had happened, but Yoongi could tell you were lying. When you finally left, it was a win-lose situation. You were finally free from the mean girls at your job, but you would have never had to leave if it wasn’t for Yoongi being a part of your life.

Now he watched as you bounced around the office, finding little things that would seem simple, but made you extremely happy. Opening the planner, you saw it was full of meetings and interviews.

Wow, we have a busy day. You said more to yourself as you flipped from page to page. What’s this? You asked and pointed to an allotted amount of time that was unmarked. Yoongi smiled.

That’s our time. He said and you looked at him with confusion in your eyes. It’s just a time for us to talk as friends. This job is going to be a bit taxing, so I wanted to make sure that we would have time where we could be friends. He shrugged and you smiled down at the planner.

Wow, the tough rapper Suga has a soft spot! You jeered at him and Yoongi rolled his eyes, trying to cover up his blushing cheeks.

Come on, little miss assistant, we have an interview to get to. He pushed you out the door as you shoved your planner and a pen in your purse. The two of you walked out of the building and made your way into the car. Once you buckled yourself in, you realized you were amidst all of BTS, and were caught up in the instant chaos of idol life.

Summary: Sarada got sick during a mission, so Boruto took care of her,while struggling to keep her and himself warm, and finally coming to a solution that greatly amused Mitsuki.

“You sure you’re okay?” Boruto asked his female teammate for the third time in the past hour.

Sarada, fed up with Boruto’s unreasonable worry, finally uncovered her head from underneath the covers to look at him before speaking.

“Boruto Uzumaki, I am the kunoichi that beat two members of Kara together and then made it back from Suna to Konoha on feet, a common cold will not beat me.” She said, the congestion making her normally raspy voice even raspier.

“But it could be something else…”

“No it isn’t, it’s just because I gave my jacket to that little girl while we were walking her back while it was snowing yesterday.”

“Fine, you need anything?”

“Peace.” The seventeen-year-old muttered as she sunk back into the covers.

A minute later she talked again.

“Black tea might be nice.”

“Hai!” he said as he headed into the kitchen to make the tea.

The two of them were sent on a mission to Kumo to gather important scrolls and delivering them to the Konoha embassy in Kumo, on their way back to the inn they were supposed to stay at for one night, Sarada saw a girl that couldn’t be older than twelve shivering as she tried to walk.

Sarada being …. Sarada, gave the girl her jacket and delivered her to the police station, since the girl said that she lost her mother, the police station that was very far from their inn.

She’s so selfless. Boruto thought, a smirk formed on his face as he remembered all the selfless acts she did during the past six years they were teammates.

A loud sneeze tore him from his thoughts.

He poured the tea into two cups and took them to Sarada, who was trembling beneath the covers.

“Here, this will warm you up Dattebaseh!”

“Ahh.” Sarada said as she smiled at him in thanks.

“You’re letting your hair grow out.” Boruto remarked after he took a sip from his tea, she usually cuts it to shoulder lengths, but now it’s reaching her back.

“Ah, Papa said I look like mama now, do you like it this way?” she asked.

Searching for an answer to the question, he tried to remember Sarada with short hair,, that wasn’t too hard since she kept her hair short ever since they were seven.

She was always pretty, a thought Boruto kept and will always keep to himself, but he never noticed how much his childhood friend has changed over the years, her forehead is less pronounced, her cheekbones appearing higher, and she obviously grew in certain areas.

Boruto blushed at the last thought.

But yeah, she does look a little like auntie Sakura, Boruto thought as he recalled a picture of said women in his parents’ wedding album.

“You’re beautiful.” He blurted without thinking.

Sarada blushed and tore her gaze from his,  suddenly finding the tea cup interesting.

“When will Mitsuki be back from his visit to his parent?” Sarada said, in an attempt to  change the subject.

“Ahh I contacted him this morning, he said he’ll pass by here on his way to konoha, so I gave the innkeeper permission to give him a key when he arrives later today.”

“Ahh.” Sarada was relieved Mitsuki would be joining them since he’s the medic of the team and maybe he’ll relieve her a little from this cold.

He can’t treat it, not even the great Sakura Uchiha can treat it, the cold is truly a medical mystery, Sarada thought as she dawned the final contents of her cup.

As soon as she put the cup from her hands a cold shiver ran up her spine, she hoped Boruto wouldn’t notice but he did.

“Here.” He said as he unfastened his cloak and handed it to her, but Sarada pushed his hand away gently.

“I’m already covered a lot, you’ll freeze without that.”

Boruto only smiled as he got up and covered her with his red and dark blue cloak.

“Don’t worry about me.”

Sarada’s lips thinned before they turned into the wide smile he loved to see.

“Thanks Boruto.”

“Ahh, don’t mention it.” He said as he sat on his chair again.

“Now go to sleep, and try not snore like last night.”

“Baka.” Sarada said, annoyed that he just had to ruin the moment, not that it was a moment, it was just a friend caring for his sick teammate, right?

Sarada layed her head on the pillow and was about to drift off when she caught Boruto wrapping his arms around his shoulders, trying unsuccessfully to cover his shivers.

“Baka, take your cloak back.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Boruto.”

“Sarada.”

Their eyes met for a minute, each of them persistent in what they were saying, until Sarada gave up, too tired to argue with him, but she couldn’t let him freeze to death so she proposed the only solution she could think off.

“Climb in next to me.”

“What?!”

“Just do it, you’ll stay warm.” She said, burying her head in the pillow to cover the blush she felt creeping up her face.

If he wasn’t about to turn into a popsicle he would have refused, but he was tired and cold so he did as she said.

He climbed in under the cover, laying on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch her, but that was hard since the bed was a single bed.

Sarada didn’t even flinch when he layed next to her, Boruto thought she was asleep, but he smirked as he caught sight of her red neck and ears.

He should have gotten a room with two beds, but there wasn’t any available that did have heating, in this room there’s heating and he’s freezing, it’s a good thing he chose this room, although he didn’t expect to be in their current predicament.

Boruto waited until he heard her light snores to close his eyes, relieved that she was resting.

.

.

.

A couple of hours later, Mitsuki entered the room to see Sarada barely visible on the bed, partly because of the numerous covers and partly because of Boruto’s much larger body practically enveloping her as her head was buried in his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around her.

“I leave them alone for one mission.” Mitsuki muttered as he put his bag away, smiling at the thought of their reactions when they wake up.

anonymous asked:

Can you do fics for Hanzo and genji (separate pls) where their shy self-conscious s/o takes them to their childhood home and they see an old picture of their s/o in their prom dress when they were 16? Sorry if this is weird

Totally not weird. If anything it seems super cute, so honestly, totally up for it. Hope its what you were looking for

Hanzo

Slowly you pushed open the door to your house, the door making an audible creak. Peeking inside, you listened and let out a breath at the quiet that met you. It looked like your parents weren’t home…that made you happy. Obviously it was inevitable…especially as your boyfriend INSISTED on meeting them…but at least there would be a little longer before your parents embarrassed you.

“Okay, its safe to go in,” you said, turning and blushing as you faced your boyfriend. Hanzo Shimada stared down at you with one eyebrow raised, and you knew what he was going to ask. “I just…want time to show you around before they get back, that’s all.”

“I do not want to disgrace your clan-,” Hanzo started by saying for the millionth time but you cut him off.

“No no, you won’t disgrace me or my family, Hanzo. I promise, you are literally everything they could want my boyfriend to be,” you promised, unable to help smiling as he looked skeptically at you. Walking inside, you took off your shoes and watched him come in, playing with a lock of your hair as Hanzo looked around.

“It is…,” Hanzo murmured, as if trying to find the word. Tucking his shoes in the corner, he walked over slowly and took your hand. “Homey.”

“I thought you were going to say small,” you teased gently, knowing his home was much, much larger. You saw Hanzo notice you twiddling with the piece of your hair.

Taking that hand before pulling you close and sliding his arm around you, Hanzo pressed his lips against your forehead. “You only play with your hair when your nervous or worried. It will be fine, my love. Even if your parents did not approve of me, i don’t think i could ever be as selfless as to let you leave me,” Hanzo said calmly, a smile tugging at his lips.

You knew he was right. It would be fine…but he was going to meet your parents and it was so nerve wracking, and what if they embarrassed you or if Hanzo thought that it was a family he didn’t want to be a part of…

After a moment, you started the tour. “Lets go to the kitchen,” you suggested and you led him by the hand into a large, bright kitchen. Hanzo looked impressed as he slowly walked around it.

“Not as big as yours, huh?”

“No,” He agreed, “Mine is much bigger. But a kitchen this size is perfect.”

Hanzo started to walk past the fridge when something caught his eye. Frowning, you noticed him studying something and walked over. When you saw what it was, dread filled your stomach and you gasped in dismay. It was a picture of you from prom!

“No!” You gasped, reaching for the picture in hopes of destroying it or obscuring it from view. But Hanzo was faster, snatching it up and holding it out of reach as he studied it. “Don’t look! Please don’t look!”

Covering your face with your hands, you turned away. How could you have been so stupid? You knew you should have hid all the pictures…You were a bit awkward and gangly as a kid, not having really started to fill out until your later years of youth. Your prom dress had been red and you’d had braces…you couldn’t believe that he’d seen it.

After a moment you felt your hands tugged away. Sniffling, you looked up at him and started to speak, but felt a hot mouth press over yours, quieting you. The kiss was searing, one of his more passionate kisses that left you dazed and breathless.

Fingers twining in his ponytail, you finally managed to pull back. “I never wanted you to see that picture…” you whispered in embarrassment, looking away.

Two fingers lifted your chin and your eyes met his, full of love and lust. “Do not say that, beloved. You look exquisite, both then and now. I think it is cute, and my only outrage is that it was not me who took you to the dance,” Hanzo says matter-of-factly.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, because the serious face with which hanzo said it didn’t suite the tone. “Do you…really think so? I hated myself during highschool so much for looking so awkward…,” you whispered.

Shaking his head, Hanzo leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. “Beloved, I have never lied to you before. And the thought that i wasn’t there to shower you in the praise and adoration you so clearly deserved is the only regret you should have, because i would claim you as mine in that picture in a heartbeat,” Hanzo said softly, and kisses you again rather hotly.

Needless to say, you didn’t finish the tour till much later. It’s just honestly lucky that your parents weren’t home for another two hours, because Hanzo decided to make good use of those counters…

Genji

“I win,” Genji said with a grin outside. The two of you were visiting your parents house for the weekend, and were currently playing basketball outside while your parents are out grocery shopping.

“You do not,” you say defensively, putting your hands on your hips. It had kind of surprised you when you learned your Japanese cyborg boyfriend could play basketball, but then again a man that flexible seemed capable of a lot of things.

For the last two hours you two had been competing with multiple different games. Soccer, tennis, video games, cooking…basketball was the latest. Genji was really good but each one had practically been a tie. Your boyfriend was positive he’d won though.

“I did too,” Genji said, grinning and walking over, passing you the ball.

Glaring, you crossed your arms and after a moment a thought crossed your mind. “How about this. One more game,” you said, only to hear him groan. “No complaining. Just one game of hide and seek. If you find me…i’ll admit you…won every round of every game,” you said, dramatically pretending you felt like throwing up at the thought. You almost did but you didn’t want to lose. And you knew this place better then anyone, even him.

Eyes alight, as his mask was off for the weekend, he grinned. “Your on,” Genji said, positive it would be an easy win. “Do you need a minute?”

Rolling your eyes, you started toward the house. “30 seconds,” You called and went. You could hear him very loudly counting outside and were just glad the nearest neighbors were five minutes away. Finding your special hiding spot on the middle floor, you covered your mouth as you let out a small giggle and made yourself comfy…this would be a bit.

Hearing the moment Genji entered the house, your cyborg boyfriend made no attempt to hide his presence as he ran through the house, playfully calling your name. You couldn’t help but feel smug, playing idly with the bottom of your shirt as you waited for the call of defeat.

Minutes passed and Genji ran in and out of the house in search of you.

At one point though you heard a loud thump that startled you. After a moment you called “Genji? Genji, are you okay?” You yelled. There was no answer. After a moment or two, panic set in a bit and at the risk of defeat, you went and started to search for him.

You found him in your room, your closet door wide open. It looked like the tower of photo albums that had been on the top shelf had fallen over and collapsed on top of him. Genji was sitting amongst a mess of pictures and books, staring at one picture in particular.

“Are you okay?” You asked worried, walking over and starting to clean up. “I started worrying when you didn’t answer…”

For a moment, he didn’t reply…until at last Genji looked up at you with a serene look of adoration. “I love you. I have mentioned that, yes?” Genji asks, and with the cutest pout he holds up a picture of you from prom.

The color drains from your face as you stare at the picture of you in a dark purple dress, standing beside a bunch of other much prettier girls. In the picture your freckles really stood out, and at the time you were a bit shorter and stockier in size.

“D-don’t look at that,” you said, grabbing it from him and shoving it in your pocket, looking down.

A frown covered his face. “But why? I think you look gorgeous,” Genji says and leans forward, peeking at your face.

Turning, you wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Don’t say that. I looked hideous. That’s why no boy would even ask me to prom. Its these stupid freckles…” You’ve always been self conscious of your freckles, how many there were and how they dusted your arms and face.

“Hey,” Genji said sternly, cupping your face. “Don’t say that. I love your freckles,” he said seriously. “I love your freckles and your smile and i love you. If i had been there, i would have been on my knees at your feet with how beautiful you looked.”

Sniffling, your eyes finally met his. “…You don’t mean that…” you whispered.

“Of course i do. You are my beloved,” Genji says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, before he presses tickly kisses along your jaw in hopes of getting a smile. You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you. “You will always be beautiful to me, inside and out.“

Crawling through the papers and books, you moved onto his lap and he clutched you in a close hug. It took a few minutes for your mind to settle and a few ‘Its okay, he still loves you’ thoughts in your head for you to calm down. With his fingers rubbing your back, it took you a few minutes to process what he said next.

“By the way, I found you. You can, ah, tell me how great i am whenever you feel like it,” Genji joked, and honestly?

Your boyfriend really was amazing.

Autograph | kim namjoon

Originally posted by ksjknj

Pairing: namjoon/rap monster x reader
Genre: one-shot, idol!au, fluff
Length: 1.0k
Warnings: none
Summary: You are the main vocalist in a new 4-member K-Pop group. You and your group were holding a fansign hours before the concert, and someone comes to surprise you.

A/N: Two scenarios in one day wow I am on a ROLL.


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Judges pt. 2 l Shawn Mendes Imagine

(a/n): HAPPY NEW YEAR BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! i’m back with part 2! It’s kind of long but i hope you enjoy it! Thank you to all the people who requested a second part. HERE’S PART ONE

MASTERLIST

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) have to face each other after their encounter, and turns out way better than expected.

Originally posted by dannydiloveyourwork

You couldn’t erase the taste of his lips.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to stop thinking about the way his hands roamed your body like he knew every bit of it perfectly, or the way his beautifully shaped lips molded against yours perfectly, or how he sounded so out of breath when he said he liked you.

He liked you.

Yet you weren’t able to return those words. Of course you liked him, you had for a long time, but dating was difficult in your world, especially now that you were colleagues. Though you couldn’t deny that during the two-week break you found yourself scrolling past his Instagram and smiling at the pictures of the two of you, or debating if whether or not you should call him, or at least text him, because it wasn’t only that you craved his touch, but you missed his presence, you missed him so much, and you wanted to see that he was thinking about you too. 

Your break wasn’t technically a break, since you launched your latest album which was a synonym of interviews and promo in general, yet you still had time to think about the boy who seemed to be always on your mind. And when he wasn’t, people made sure to bring him up on conversations and even interviews.

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The Blonde Man

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Request: Could you write a Dean x Reader where the Reader loses their memory and it’s Dean answering the question, “What would you tell me if I lost my memory?”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,967


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Boyfriend Chenle
  • yes this marks the end of the boyfriend! series for the chinaline , i’m so happy !
  • /coughs/ only hansol is left in this series whom no one has requested for yet /coughs/
  • okay let’s start with this ball of sunshine

  • so you met him one day when you were hanging out with mark

  • then this one kid who smiled non stop appeared beside him
  • “ MORK HYUNG ”
  • and he kept laughing non stop
  • you were actually creeped out by him because he was always smiling and laughing like crazy
  • lots of ’ ohmygods ’
  • yet you were comfortable with him because despite meeting for the first time that day , chenle laughed at every word you said and he just made you feel so happy with his positivity
  • turns out he just transferred to the school and mark was tasked to take care of him since he’s absolutely fully capable
  • so the three of you always hang out together
  • and whenever you saw chenle working hard to study and understand the lessons in class ,
  • you found yourself smiling a lot ,
  • and whenever he spoke with an excited tone to you , you couldn’t help but be positive too and answer with excitement
  • soon enough you realised that you had feelings for him
  • and being mark’s bestfriend , you decided to tell him but not directly
  • yet mark being mark , was clueless af so he kinda sabotaged you ( in a good way )
  • “ mark , by any chance is chenle interested in anyone now ? ”
  • “ why are you asking me … ? ”
  • “ because i want to know ”
  • “ i’ll ask for you ”
  • yet you facepalmed when you saw the screenshots of their text messages that mark sent you after asking
  • “ chenle ah Y/N wants to know if you have a crush ”
  • “ Y/N … ? why ? ”
  • “ yes , so do you have a crush or ? ”
  • “ yes i do .. ”
  • “ okay thanks ”
  • then chenle called you right after that
  • “ Y/N ? Mark asked me something .. ”
  • “ yes chenle i know .. i’m just curious ”
  • “ the person is you though ”
  • “ wait .. what ? ”
  • “ i like you ”
  • “ you serious ? ”
  • “ yes .. are you free now ? ”
  • “ oh yeah .. yes i’m at home ”
  • then when he shows up infront of your door , you give him a big hug and confess too
  • he’d get super bubbly and happy
  • he also brought you sweets so yall can celebrate
  • such a cute couple ahh
  • and both of you would get more touchy with each other , but never revealed your relationship to others yet because yall wanted it to be a surprise
  • a perfect example is mark
  • while the three of you were eating lunch one day at the school cafeteria ,
  • chenle would happily feed you and pinch your cheeks probably saying pretty loudly ,
  • “ Y/N’s so cute ”
  • and mark would be staring at both of you with a ?? expression
  • and when chenle reveals your relationship ,
  • his reaction gets really big and he literally jumped out of his seat , shouting like “ OH SHIT YOU SERIOUS ? SINCE WHEN ? ”
  • and like that everyone in the cafeteria probably heard so …
  • okay chenle wouldn’t mind skinship at all and in fact , would love it A LOT
  • but he gets all red and shy everytime people tease the both of you
  • he could be holding your hand secretly and staring at you in class
  • and when the teacher caught him and called him out ,
  • he’d cover his face right away and he cant stop giggling too
  • and you can see his ears getting all red
  • having chenle as your boyfriend means you’ll hardly ever get sad tbh ,
  • since this boy’s so happy and cheery all the time , his positive vibes never fail to get to you
  • you could be sharing a story ( which wasn’t meant to be funny ) and he’d just burst into laughter randomly
  • and you’d be confused at first but end up giggling with him because he’s too cute
  • “ and then she just stopped talking to me one day- ”
  • “ HAHAHAHAH /claps hands like a seal/ ”
  • “ wait what’s so funny about that ”
  • “ HAHA YOUR FACE …. SO CUTE AHH ”
  • “ babe what do you mean- ”
  • “ HAHAH /almost falls on the floor laughing/ ”
  • and you found his clumsiness so cute you just stopped sharing and laughed together for like the next 5 mins ??
  • and he’d keep saying that your facial expressions were cute
  • you couldn’t help but hug him because he never failed to make you feel better
  • why do i feel like he’d be the type of boyfriend to force all his friends to support you whenever you have activities ?
  • one time you participated in a school sports event ,
  • while you were preparing to go on the tracks ,
  • you saw a bunch of boys standing up and cheering for you
  • chenle standing in the middle with his dolphin screams , clapping endlessly
  • and his friends ( aka donghyuck and mark , okay maybe the whole nct dream ) were at the side holding banners which say “ I LOVE Y/N !! ”
  • but their facial expressions show otherwise because they were embarrassed since the people around were judging them
  • yet chenle was too oblivious so he kept screaming and jumping
  • and after your run he personally ran up to you to hug and compliment you , offering you a drink
  • and with both hands on your shoulders , he’d say to everyone on the way back to his seat , “ she’s my girlfriend !! ahh so cute ”
  • i bet even the school principal knows about your relationship
  • when he gets jealous he becomes really grumpy and extra clingy
  • “ you said you loved me yesterday Y/N !! ”
  • “ yes i do ? and i love you everyday chenle ”
  • “ then what were you doing just now /pouts/ ”
  • “ what was i doing- oh that ? he accidentally dropped my pen so he picked it up for me , nothing else ”
  • “ why’d he have to touch your shoulder though ”
  • “ it’s just a kind gesture . omg chenle i love you ”
  • “ i love you too ”
  • then he attacks you with a big hug and kisses your cheek
  • “ don’t do that to anybody else again ”
  • “ you’re such a jealous small child- ”
  • “ yes i am , now shush ”
  • lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead
  • he loves it when you give him small pecks on his lips and cheeks ,
  • and he’d smile even brighter the rest of the day because they’re his source of energy
  • “ chenle why are you so happy today ”
  • “ hehe nothing ”
  • “ must be Y/N ”
  • “ shhh secret .. ”
  • then he giggles to himself as his cheeks start turning red
  • when he gets sad he gets super affectionate ,
  • he’d hug you even more that day ,
  • as he places his head on your shoulder while backhugging you
  • and you’d know right away that he wasn’t feeling himself because he was quiet that day
  • you’d give in to all his hugs and kisses
  • and finally when you ask him if he wants to share his problems ,
  • he’d go on a long rant about why he’s feeling sad
  • and at the end you would cheer him up by dancing and singing ,
  • and he’d join in and it slowly becomes a karaoke session
  • he gets all happy and excited when he hears your name in school ,
  • and when you were absent for one day without notice he’d get a little pouty and worried ,
  • he’ll go straight to your house after school to visit you
  • and when he found out you were sick ,
  • he’d attempt to cook for you and take care of you
  • he’s so sweet too tbh
  • on your birthday he gave you a photo album of all the pictures you guys took together and almost in every one , he’d write at the side ,
  • “ we’re so cute kya ~ ”
  • “ i love you so much my jagi ”
  • “ we are the cutest couple ever ”
  • “ look how cute we look in this picture ”
  • ever since you met him your days got better
  • and the fact that he became your boyfriend made you feel so blessed
  • because you never once thought this sunshine would fall for someone like you
  • yet he tells you he loves you everyday and gives you the attention and love you want
  • stan cuteness stan chenle , everybody
  • bye i love my son too much