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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!”
    “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-“
    “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

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.

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

Originally posted by ofsunandstars



Members: Yugyeom x You
Genre: Fluffy 
Word count: 1384

“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


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.

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


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…


“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.

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G-Dragon & Song Mino-Angst

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Not One of Us

Originally posted by croatoancian

Pairing: Winchestersxsister!reader
Word count: 2,255
Warning: slight angst
Author: Brittiny
Request: Anonymous. Hey! Could you do angst where the reader is the winchesters half sister from one of Johns flings and Dean hates her guts because she taints the memory of his mom but Sam likes her. She always tries to get deans approval but it never works and she breaks down and asks why he hates her so much and he yells and she runs away. Sam goes after her and maybe in the end Dean agrees to give her a chance? Thanks! I love your tumblr! So good!

Shaking, your hands pulled out the number that had been tucked away in your wallet for two years. You licked your lips and dialed it before pulling your cell phone against your ear. You were waiting to hear the voice that you hadn’t heard in about a year. Your father’s. He had come around as often as he could, and made sure to always send you letters at least once a month. They had stopped about six months ago, but he had written that something had happened, and he wanted to protect you. It hurt, but you understood.

“Hello?” A man’s voice answered. It wasn’t your father.

“I-is John there?” You tried to hide the fact that you were crying.

You heard movement. “John died.”

Inhaling sharply, you shook your head. “When?”

“Six months ago.” The man said. “Who is this?” His voice didn’t sound pleased.

“I’m his daughter, Y/N. He- he told me to ever call if I was in trouble.” You wiped your cheek. “Do you know if Bobby is still alive?”

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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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Photo Booth - Olicity Fanfiction

            “Did you see that?” William called out, pointing frantically toward the left of where they stood on the Santa Monica Pier.

            “What?” Oliver became alert and scanned the crowd in the direction his son pointed. All he saw was strangers milling around in their usual weekend or tourist activities. Nothing seemed to be suspicious. But that didn’t mean that Oliver was any less aware of the possible dangers.

            “A photo booth.” William tugged at Oliver’s hand. “C’mon. Let’s go.”
            Oliver followed behind his son, still scanning everywhere. Just in case. This was the first real excitement William had shown since they had left the destruction of Lian Yu. There was no way Oliver could deny his son this one luxury. But it brought back memories. Good ones that were now painful.

            The last time Oliver had stepped inside a photo booth he had been with Felicity during their road trip after leaving Starling City. Had that really been two years ago? They had landed somewhere on the opposite coast. Oliver smiled as he remembered the kiss they shared under the shade of the curtain while tram cars announced their passing.

            He’d never get to experience that with her again because Felicity was gone. A pain settled into his chest, one he hadn’t been able to shake for over a month now. The only time Oliver saw Felicity’s face now was when he dared to drag out a photo album to show William or when he closed his eyes.

            Oliver and his son reached the box and William smiled up at him. “Can I go in first?”
            “Sure, buddy.” Oliver ruffled his hair and pulled back the curtain to take a peek inside. He still didn’t trust his son’s safety when they were separated. Even if that separation was a piece of cloth or a different room. But the booth was only open on the one side so it seemed safe enough. “Go ahead.”

            “Thanks, Dad.”
            That brought another tug to his heart. William was finally calling him Dad. And, honestly, the first time William had, Oliver’s heart had stopped. It had been about a week ago. Oliver was pretty sure it was a result of one month without his mother, but if it made his son feel better, he’d let him run around calling him a tap dancing flamingo.

            Those were Felicity’s words. What she said anybody would agree to be after the torture Adrian Chase had subjected him to. And since Felicity was hardly ever wrong, he’d come to accept that Chase had really fucked up his head.

            “Dad, your turn,” William called out loudly over the sounds that a nearby helicopter was making as it landed.

            Oliver shook his head unable to believe he had been lost in his thoughts this whole time. Then it dawned on him what William had said. Oliver didn’t like the idea of his son being out here alone. “How about we do it together?”

            William’s eyes glanced around the pier before he shrugged. “I guess.” There was a brief pause before a smile lit his face. “Can we pretend to shoot arrows?”

            “Anything you want.”

            The two of them stepped inside and completely hammed up for the camera, despite the loud noises of the helicopter taking off. Oliver had fun and even put on his fierce Green Arrow face for one just so his son could have one with his hero.

            The second the flashes stopped, William jumped out of the booth. “I’m grabbing the pictures!”

            Oliver rose to go after him but was blinded by the curtain opening. His normal breathing returned. William was coming back.

            Only it wasn’t William.

            “Felicity?” She had to be an illusion.

            “Hi, Oliver.”

            As his eyes adjusted, he noticed her smiling up at him. His Felicity. Right there in the flesh. “Oh my God. How?”

            Not being able to take one more second of not touching her, Oliver pulled her toward her and hugged her tight. But then he had to look at her. He had to see her face, to make sure she was really here in front of him.

            Oliver cupped her face and stared at the woman he loved. The woman he had thought he lost forever on the place that had already taken everything else from him. He had forgotten how beautiful she was. She radiated with a happiness he’d never be able to capture.

            “Are you going to take a picture, Dad?”

            “What?” Oliver’s brain had slowed down to molasses. It was still trying to comprehend the miracle in his hands.

            “Mom and I want one, too. Can you and Felicity hurry up?”


            Felicity nodded between his hands as her hands covered his. “We all made it out. The entire team and Samantha. Slade saved us. We spent two weeks trapped in the ARGUS bunker. Then another week on the island before we could radio out. Lyla had been monitoring the area with ARGUS with the hope that we survived.”

            “That would’ve been over a week ago.” Where had she been since then? Why hadn’t anyone told him they survived? Felicity and Thea and Digg were alive. All of them were and no one told him.

            “Most of us were injured,” Felicity explained as if reading his thoughts. She nodded down to her leg which Oliver just realized was wrapped in a brace. “I broke my leg and sprained my ankle pretty bad when the first blasts went off. Slade carried me to the bunker. Digg had to drag Curtis, who was knocked out, despite his broken arm. It was chaos. But we made it. And Lyla had all of us under observation at an ARGUS hospital in Hong Kong. We only just arrived stateside. I tracked you here.”           

            Oliver stared down at her and couldn’t keep the words from slipping out. “I love you.”

            “I know. I love you, too.”

            Oliver’s lips touched her briefly. It was the sweetest thing he ever tasted. But there couldn’t be any more right now. His son and his mother were outside. Drawing back the curtain, Oliver smiled at Samantha happy that she was okay for his son’s sake. She stood there with her arm draped over William’s shoulder. Oliver knew she wouldn’t be letting him go anytime soon and he couldn’t blame her. “Give us a couple minutes.”

            William patted the pocket of his cargo shorts where he placed the satellite phone Oliver had given him earlier in the day. “I have my phone. We’re going to go play a game. If that’s okay?”

            Oliver saw his son’s eyes shoot between him and his mother. But it didn’t matter. They were both in agreement on this one. William grew excited at the prospect and reached out to hug Oliver. “We’ll be right back.”

            Not about to let the small hug go, Oliver drew both Samantha and their son close. He whispered down to the woman who had given him one of the best gifts he never knew he needed. “I’m glad you’re okay. He missed you terribly.”

            Samantha glanced up at him as she pulled back. “Not as much as I did him.” She hugged William tight to her side. Her eyes raised up to Oliver’s. “Or as much as Felicity worried about you. She was more determined to get here than the rest of us. Felicity fought with Lyla for days on contacting you.”

            Arms wrapped around Oliver’s waist from behind and he pulled around the woman who meant the world to him. “We thought we lost you.”

            William winked up at him, in a small rendition of the charmer Oliver used to be. “Mom called yesterday.” He looked over at his mom. “I told her to meet us here. We came here last summer.”

            Oliver was confused as his eyes shot around the group looking for answers. “You knew?”

            His son and Samantha nodded. “Felicity told me to call despite the fact that we were in a secure spot that we weren’t supposed to call from. She did something with rerouting the phone call so it wasn’t able to be tracked.”

            Felicity patted Oliver’s chest. “When I said I tracked you. I meant to the photo booth. It’s a long pier.” She held out her broken leg. “I’m not exactly in the best shape to keep walking until I found you. And Samantha is still recovering from her head wound. The heat isn’t exactly in her favor right now.”

            That’s when Oliver noticed the large bandage at Samantha’s temple and one wrapped around her right arm. They really had been hurt. And he had left them there. Guilt crept through him and his eyes grew haunted.

            “Uh-uh.” Felicity tugged at his shirt. “I know that face. That’s guilty face. You don’t need to feel guilty.”

            “You didn’t know, Oliver,” Samantha chimed in. “We didn’t know, either. Anything could’ve happened after those explosions went off.”

            This time it was William who squeezed onto his mom. “I missed you. We thought all of you were gone.”

            “I love you, baby. I’m not going to leave you again.” Samantha kissed William on the head. “C’mon. Let’s go play that game and give your father and Felicity a moment alone.”

            Oliver watched the pair walk away before he turned to Felicity. “You’re sure you’re —“

            “I’m fine. We’re all fine,” Felicity cut him off. She plucked at his shirt and gave him a blinding grin. “I think you owe me a picture.”

            “I owe you so much more than that,” he told her but allowed her to pull him back inside.

            Felicity paid the machine and was about to sit next to him when he pulled her onto his lap. He needed to feel her weight. Oliver stared up at her, memorizing her, when the first flash went off. Her arms wrapped around his neck when the next one lit up the darkness. Oliver cradled her face with one hand as she leaned into it for the next. By the time the fourth flash split up the dark, the two were kissing.

            She might have wanted to take things slow before they stepped onto the shores of Lian Yu, but Oliver wasn’t going to let her leave his sight anytime soon. The last few times he asked her to go had resulted in what he had believed to be her death. That wouldn’t be happening anymore.

            Oliver planned to be by her side so much she’d be begging him to leave. But, right now, he had to have her here in his arms. The feel of her reassuring him with each passing minute that she was really here. Alive.

            Felicity pulled back from him as her fingers scratched into his growing beard. The one that he hadn’t bothered to shave since the horrific destruction of his future. What had been the point? There was no one to care but him and William.

            “I missed you. I missed this,” she told him.

            “Stay with me.” It was more of a question. Oliver needed the assurance that Felicity wasn’t going anywhere.

            “Always,” she promised. Then a grin split her mouth in two. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you. Slade and Digg fought for weeks over who’s going to be the best man at the wedding.”

            “Who won?” Oliver asked with a laugh.


            Oliver shot her a questioning look.

            “He handed them both their heads when their bickering almost lost us the opportunity to get to the helicopter Lyla sent to rescue us.”
            Oliver’s eyes crinkled with his laughter as he cradled Felicity close. “Sounds like him. He always did manage to put Tommy and I in our places when we screwed up.”
            “Quentin offered to walk me down the aisle if my dad couldn’t come or I didn’t want him there.” Felicity leaned her head against Oliver’s as their eyes locked. “I told him either way he’d be right there. I do have two arms.”

            “So, all this wedding talk…” He hated to ask but now that he had her back he didn’t want to let her go.

            “Soon,” she promised. “Not just yet. I’d still think we have a few things to work out first.”

            “Okay.” He’d agree to fetch her the moon if she asked it of him.

            “But that doesn’t mean,” she paused as if unsure how to proceed, “you could always… come back to the loft. You know because –“

            Oliver cut her off with his mouth. He loved this woman. And it seemed that she was finally ready to take that step that they had been dancing around since they had been locked in the Bunker. More than that, he was finally a man who was on the path to becoming someone who she deserved. One who wouldn’t push her away when things got tough. One who would be able to open up and share everything with her. Even the hard stuff. One who could fully give her the love she deserved.

            “Hey. Are you coming out?” William called out.

            “Sure, buddy,” Oliver told him. “There’s just one last thing I have to do.” Oliver pushed Felicity gently off his lap and sank down to his knees, not even caring about the tight space. “Felicity Smoak, I promise to always try to be the man you need me to be, if you let me share my life with you forever. Marry me? Not today or tomorrow, but someday.”

            Felicity nodded with tears in her eyes. “Yes, Oliver. I’ll marry you.”
            A kiss sealed their deal and a picture that somehow had never been paid for captured the each moment. It was the best vacation the Mayor of Starling City ever had.



title: all i see is dominoes falling up | Read on AO3
summary: krtsk train!au. tsukki is some sort of a famous DJ and kuroo is a fan but doesn’t know who he is. they meet at the train. kuroo’s POV.

a/n: i was listening to Flume’s Tiny Cities on loop as I was writing this. title of this fic is from that song. all from all music by tsukki mentioned in this drabble are story specific. :3

He hears the EDM blasting through the boy’s headphones.

Tetsurou has a thing with people blasting music so loud the sound leaks out of their headphones. It makes him worry for their hearing even when he knows it’s not his business and therefore should not care. The boy is standing a couple of feet away from him, there’s a business man in the middle of them, and yet he can still hear the muffled sounds of an EDM through the boy’s large (and probably expensive) white Sony headphones.

To keep his sanity in check, he plugs in his own earphones and scrolls through his current favorite playlist. He sets it on an acceptable volume (unlike the stranger near him) before scrolling through his messages as he waits to get off at his stop.

He pulls up his music player app and browse through his song list for the current song he’s had on repeat for days.

“You listen to Firefly?”

A voice sounded beside him and Tetsurou looks up to meet bored yellow eyes. It’s the boy with the loud music and he’s now standing beside him.

“I’m sorry?” Tetsurou takes an earphone off. “How did you know what I was listening to?” He didn’t think his music is loud enough to be heard by anyone else, at least not if they have their own music blasting through their ears, too.

The stranger blinks, startled as if he couldn’t believe Tetsurou heard him, and he slides his headphones down to his neck.

“Oh—umm—Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I just looked down and saw the album cover and I—sorry.”

Tetsurou regards the stranger—tall, blonde, pretty—as he sheepishly looks away.

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The best parts of Where We Are audiobook

Niall’s sounds the most scripted like he actually took time to think about these questions, and write down his responses.

He has one of the best vocabularies in the band.

“Didn’t get to finish school or do his exams.”

The fact that there was one suitcase in Niall’s house that they actually referred to as “the little suitcase.”

Laughing when he said, “Obviously we’ve managed to last more than six months.”

“Slugged it out in the back of a Mercedes van?” Slugged it out? In a Mercedes Niall, really?

“The band’s horizon’s seemed to be getting bigger and bigger every day.”

About the fans: “The fans are out of this world helping us.” He loves us.

Talking about when he got kicked out of a cab when they heard they got number one. “Me and my friend were just punching the head off each other and having a laugh.”


“I don’t really get homesick where as some of the lads would, but it’s not going to last forever so might as well enjoy it as much as I can now.”

About the trip to Ghana. “People out there are incredible, their spirits are mindboggling. You can only try your best for them when you admire them so much.” He was great talking about this.

He has the best perspective about the trip out of all the boys. When he’s talking about the water and how he’s got a fridge at home full of it and taps, but they don’t have a bit of it. You can tell that he appreciated and really felt what the trip was supposed to be about.

“For a man who loves his sleep that can only be good to be fair. I do waste a lot of my life sleeping.”

“YOU EITHER WANT TO BE PAPPED OR YOU DON’T.” He didn’t scream that, I just thought all caps were important there.

“do the job so home then mostly sit in my house. I don’t go on many holidays. I prefer to sit in my house mostly.”

“London Premiere best day he’s had in his career to date.” Then he goes on to name 800 other things that he liked too, “but the film premiere is 100% right up there. It was a huge moment for us…..”

“Them two idiots up the back.” Him and Louis at the Premiere/

“In typical One Direction style we were terrible at it.”

Success of Midnight Memories “We were just delighted.” I love how he says delighted.

“He brought me down to Chelsea and I became part of the furniture down there.” About his rehab after his knee surgery.

“We were confident of One Direction, and we work hard to make the band succeed.”

“Trepidation.” Great Word.

“Typical mad One Direction Style.”

“Croke Park was a special one.”

Best Ending: “but you know what? I’m still mad about being in this band.”



“I’d come home completely covered in mud after playing football, eventually I had a pair of trousers for every single day of the week cause it was impossible for my mom to keep up with the washing.”

“Sitting in half my classes covered in mud.”

“My dad was amazing. He was my driving force to get out there and perform to people.”

“Maybe he wasn’t that crazy after all, maybe he can just see the future.”

“You know about all the dreadful disappointment about being rejected them like the overwhelming excitement of being put into a band with these other four lads, but to this day the moment they revealed they were putting us into One Direction is still the most amazing memory it’s still hard to believe.” They always talked about this, but never described like that.

“It’s hard to think we were thrown into the deep end so quick.”

“Our guardian angel was our fans.” Liam loves us too. Bless his little heart.

“an army of fans out there promoting and championing our band which you know you really can’t buy. So brilliant.” Keep the compliments coming.

“I feel like we haven’t really celebrated that.” Talking about the first album tour.

“You have to respect the idea that you just can’t walk out on to an arena stage.”

“Proper New York cold.”

How he says Lady Gaga and crazy in this sentence here “I think we set a new record beating Lady Gaga which was craazzyy.” It was funny.

“I remember staying up til stupid o’clock in the morning signing 500 CDS.”

The school trip story to the O2 a.k.a the Millennium Dome: “but I was just a dippy kid back then so my parents thought Ruth (his sister) would remember and appreciate the day more than me cause I’d been just bouncing off the walls and doing stupid stuff. So I did a little chuckle to myself when I got there ass I actually got to the millennium dome for free.” 

“This job can make you very self centered if you’re not careful.”

“and I was absolutely terrible at listening which I always have been.”

Class of 92 movie premiere: “He (David Beckham) like clocked me from across the room and you know when lads give each other the nod? Well, like I kind of gave him the nod cause he was saying like wazup (yes, wazup, that is not a typo), and he gave me the nod back, and then to my like shock he came over and said like hey how’s it going you alright Liam and shook my hand, and I was like this is mad like David Beckham just gave me the manly nod from the other side of the room and that’s like the sickest thing like….”


And no, I didn’t make that story up, oh, though I wish I had.


“I think I’ve always had persistence which I suppose I probably got from my mom, uh, she always encouraged me to do what I wanted to do and always just told me to give it my best and that’s what I try to do.”

“My mom’s pretty much the first person I go to for advice. You know I have a great relationship with my mom.” The first few minutes are devoted to talking about his momma, and I love that.

“We can travel the world which I don’t think, well, I know I wouldn’t have even been to America nevermind all the amazing places we’ve been at this age.”

“Doncaster is great, but you know I kind of wanted to see the world.”

“Even when we try our hardest to be sensible and mature we don’t do a very good job.”

Proof that Louis has seen This is Us, at least more than a couple of times. “You get taken away and bang you’re in this lifestyle and it is very alien.” Paul said nearly this same thing in the movie.

He loses his train of thought for a second when he’s talking about where he’s from. “ not many people from Donny record many albums, but anyway.” He says that ending very fast.

“There were often times I stand there and wonder how much the comments were relevant to me because my contributions to the band in my opinion at that time were so small.” Poor babe, but look at ya now.

“Delighted to be in the band.” Do they all say this word so wonderfully?

“It’s only been about since Midnight Memories that album that I’ve really felt comfortable with my voice.”

About the fans: “Little superfans trying to spread the word throughout the world.” More proof that Louis literally watches This Is Us every night before he goes to bed. Simon says this near the beginning of the movie, talking about the superfans.

The mattress story: “You wouldn’t get that now (the hesitation) they’d be straight down.”

“Four countries in four days.” Did he mean states?”

About a fan encounter after coming back from a tour. “It all got a bit aggressive I think I got me hoodie ripped off from me and I remember they dragged us into this tiny office with some police officers and the fans were outside surrounding it just banging on the walls. Yeah, it was intense. It definitely made us think there is some proper support there.”

About his man crush on David Beckham: “I’ve always idolized David Beckham. I just think he’s the coolest guy ever. Two or three of the lads me him before ME ( His tone is all like, How dare they?), and they had pictures with him right and I just saw these pictures on twitter and I was like what’s going on here I’d love to have met David, Becks, but anyway I did get to meet him in the end. I went to the Class of 92 premiere and uh, I’m just rubbish. I was trying to be cool, but you just can’t. I mean what do you say that is remotely impressive to David Beckham.”

He uses we a lot, not really I. It’s we did this, or we wanted that. That’s very interesting.

About Midnight Memories: “That we had a real, that we felt like we had a proper creative input on, not just a little bit, but we felt that we had a say over the whole thing.”

“it’s incredibly rewarding to be able to make music.”

“We’re very lucky that we have great fans that I feel like if we messed up on stage I wouldn’t really feel that embarrassed because I feel like they’re so behind you anyway that it’s cool and they kind of put you at ease too which is a nice feeling which is why it almost encourages us to mess about and be a little off the cuff on stage because they made it easy for us in that way.”

“I just feel like a Donny lad that got lucky.”

“Maybe when were older and wiser we might be able to put some perspective on it, but….it’s cool.


“My own personality, individually….”

About playing characters/ acting: “When you’re in a band and you’re just portraying who you are as maybe as you know as a musical artist if you’re just trying to sing and be able the music then you’re just being yourself and I think behind that is, is probably the coolest thing to do, but at the same time it also adds pressure because that’s just you and that’s just who you are.”

Even to the sense that like when I was twelve or thirteen, I kind of still thought there’d be a chance I’d get super powers and be a superhero. So, I was definitely a dreamer. It took me a bit longer to grow out of that.” He shouldn’t have. I liked this version of Zayn better to be honest.

Reiterating: “Yeah, I was definitely a dreamer.”

The story we’ve heard 8,000 times about how Louis told him about the plane doing the loopdy loop the first time he was ever on a plane. Like you can just see Louis, stoic face, calm, just flat out lying to Zayn just to mess with him.

While on the X-Factor: “And we were in this little box room with bunk beds and a single bed.” Okay, so, who demanded the single bed?

Also the X-Factor: “And just seeing other people’s behavior, and you know how they would act and how they would do something or whatever and we were like maybe necessarily we don’t want to do it that way maybe we want to be a bit cooler about that you know we don’t want to wear our sunglasses inside and be weird.”

Liam mentioned some cattiness from the other contestants during his bit, I wonder how much of that they faced directly.

“Instead of being something else we were just interested in each other, and looking after each other, and being a band and being what we were about.”

About people recognizing them from the X-Factor: “one of the biggest shows…in the U.K. at that point.” Shady….or no?

“Somebody else…” “a different band” I’m pretty sure he’s the only one who didn’t name Big Time Rush directly.

About the blonde streak: “I forgot that I had the Olympics the next day?” Really???? Side eyes him suspiciously.

Good phrase: “You’ve made more of a noise.” I liked that.

“Sometimes I look to solo artists and feel a bit sorry for them.” Huh?


“I think I had a nice upbringing. My family was really nice to me.” Then he laughs because was that too sarcastic or not? Laugh, Harry, laugh so they know you were just joking.

“I grew up thinking everyone’s equal, everyone’s the same.”

When he looks at stuff from the X-Factor: “I look like I’m about twelve, and uh, I think it’s amazing to try to comprehend the fact that I was a kid.” – I read that way too heartbreakingly than I’m sure he meant it.

“Walking into a record label I always felt like I was walking onto a different planet.”

Describing the record studio: “There was like marble everywhere and it was all like shiney.”

About being excited about releasing the first album, the first songs after all the support the fans had given them before there was even an album. “It was time for us to give them something back.”

“I think we were just praying that people liked it because if they didn’t they’d be like uh, oh okay, maybe not I’ll go home.”

“The album had just gone number two,” mumbles…”thanks, Rhianna.” This kid is such a dork.

Then he talks about his hard on for sunshine, and all things being outside for at least five minutes.

Example: “Even if your car breaks down you’re just chilling in the sun for a bit. It’s actually not that bad.”

When they talk about coming back to the U.K. after that first major tour and getting chased by all those girls they all sound so excited, like of I got me hoodie ripped off and Liam lost a shoe and girls were banging on the walls and police had to escort us out, but It was totally great, would recommend 10 out of 10… except for Niall, I’m pretty sure the poor kid was traumatized…. That, or they are still in that I don’t want to offend anyone area.

Example: “We ended up going out in like a riot van which was probably a little over the top, but uh,…. It was fun.”

How he says, “Shopping mall.”

About all the promo and etc. “It was important for us to like justify why the album was number one.”

“Standing on the stage used to make me really nervous.” But look at you now….

About the second album: “I think you just want to people to hear it, and think it’s wicked.”

About putting out new material: “I think first of all you want people to not hate it then if people don’t’ hate it you want them to like it and if people like it you’re like uh,…..”

His thoughts on getting number one: “Then I was like sick, then it hit me.”

“My job, if you can call it a job.”

The trip to Ghana. He talks about it so well. “That it is different when you see it on TV than when you witness it in real life. The thing that triggers a different emotion is like all your senses are taken over by what’s going on, the smell, the smoke, the heat….”

“I think a big difference is made up of a bunch of little differences.”

“I think gossip is natural.” That would explain his sort of distance that he puts between him and any sort of news that goes out about him. It’s because he knows that its constantly in flux, and anything he says will only be magnified, and that it will make it stay around longer if he does. There just hasn’t been anything out that he really feels like he needs to comment on, but I think he would if he felt it was necessary.

“It’s important to remember that the job and the lifestyle aren’t normal.”

“It’s always going to be us the people who went through it.”

Interstellar | Oneshot

Summary: interstellar (adjective): occurring or situated between the stars
Word Count: 2,231
Genre: angst??, fluff??
Member: Lee “Dino” Chan 
TW: none i can think of! let me know if you need anything tagged

A/N: this is bad, late, and not proofread :/ not the best i’ve done so far, but hopefully the next one will be better!!

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Sad Song-Michael Clifford

I heard this song and knew I had to put it in something…gotta love We The Kings…This is the Mikey version of the 4/4 where management makes you pr date one of the guys….so ya….enjoy!

You were in desperate need of new guitar picks. You were hopeless at being able to keep anything, honestly if your head wasn’t attached to your body you might loose it. You headed to your favorite music store, to get some new picks and see what new guitars they had. You were eyeing this Yamaha acoustic guitar, when you heard a familiar melody. Someone was playing on one of the pianos. It was “Sad Song” by We The Kings, one of your favorites…actually one you used to listen to quite often after you broke up with someone very special to you. Whoever was playing was good. Really good. You decided to find this mystery player. You headed to where the pianos, where a boy with longer blond hair in a red flannel shirt was playing. You were standing behind him, so you couldn’t see his face. But when he started singing, you instantly knew who this boy was.

“You and I, We’re like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.

With you, I’m alive, Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide.

So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

He sang in a deep, raspy voice. Then he proceeded to sing the chorus.

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song…”

He continued to play, and the sight of this boy who used to mean so much of you pulled at your heart. He hadn’t noticed you were there, so it made it easy for you to join in on the next part.

“With you I fall. It’s like I’m leaving all my past in silhouettes upon the wall.

With you I’m a beautiful mess. It’s like we’re standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge.

So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

He didn’t stop playing, and you saw him smile even before he looked at you. He knew your voice just as well as you knew his, and would recognize it anywhere. You finished the rest of the song together.

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song.

You’re the perfect melody, The only harmony I wanna hear.

You’re my favorite part of me,

With you standing next to me, I’ve got nothing to fear.”

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.”

“Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.”

“Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song.

Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song…”

Despite the years apart, you still knew each other well, especially when it came to music. This was probably the best cover the two of you had ever done together. When you finished, there was applause filling the shop.

“Looks like the audience loves us Y/n” The blond boy said.

“They always have Michael” You smiled.

“How’ve you been? It’s been what?”

“Too long. I’m doing good. I’m guessing you are too, from the way your band has took off”

“Yes. It’s been amazing,”

“How are the guys?”

“They’re great. They’d love to see you…I’d like to spend some time with you too…”


“Just dinner or something?”

“Sorry…I just can't…”


“Look Michael. It took me a long time to get over you…I understand why we had to break things off, I mean you had so many people expecting things from you, and management thought I’d be a distraction…but that doesn’t mean that years later, you can just walk into my life again Michael”

“I’m sorry…” Michael said, a pained expression on his face.

“I know Mikey” You said, tears in your eyes. “Take care of yourself ok?”

Before you could turn to go, he pulled your arm to bring you into a tight embrace. You stayed like that for awhile, wrapped in his arms. It felt so nice, brought back so many good memories. But then you pulled away, kissing his cheek.

“Bye Mikey”

“Bye Y/n”

Then you left the store, refusing to loo back. So much for the guitar picks.


Later when you got home, you opened twitter, needing a distraction so you wouldn’t dwell on what just happened.

However the internet was cruel.

As soon as you opened the app you saw that you had gotten over 100 new followers. You were flattered, but knew something had to be up. Sure enough, all over your feed there was a video of you and Michael singing. There were even pictures of you guys hugging and you kissing his cheek. Of course this was all the 5sos fam was talking about.

Who is she?

Oh my gosh its Y/n! Remember when they used to date?

So cute!

Think they’re back together?

These were some of many comments you read. Weird how some fans literally knew everything, you just hoped they were just really old fans who were there from the beginning.

So that was why so many people were following you, and why you were tagged by all these people.

So much for forgetting what happened. You turned off your phone and decided to call it a night, even if it was only 8. You didn’t want to deal with anything now.


The next morning you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You weren’t able to resist last night, and scrolled though everything everyone was saying about you, luckily mostly nice things.

“Hello?” You said groggily. You looked at the clock. 7:30. Who calls so early?

“Miss Y/n?”

“Yes…who is this?”

“My name is Joan. I’m part of the 5sos management?”

This woke you up.

“What? Um…what do you guys want with me?”

“We’d like you to come down and meet with us. We’ll send you the address. Be here in one hour. Believe me, you should come” Then she hung up.

What the hell? Sure enough you received a text message with an address seconds later.

Feeling as though you had no choice, you quickly got dressed and headed down to meet with that goddamn management that you still couldn’t bring yourself to particularly like.


The address was one of those fancy hotels that held a lot of business meetings. Sure enough, the room given to you was a conference room. There was a lady already there, who you were assuming was Joan, and another man you didn’t recognize. Of course management would change, maybe this was a good thing.

“Y/n. So glad you could make it. I’m Joan.” Joan said, standing up to shake your hand then leading you to the table.

“Hello. My name is Mark.” The man shook your hand.

“Hi…so what is this about?” You asked.

“All will be explained in just a bit Y/n. We’re waiting on one more person” Mark smiled.

“Yes and in the meantime, tell us about your former relationship with Michael?” Joan asked calmly, as if she was asking about the weather and not something very personal.

“Me and Michael? Um…we dated for about a year. Then his band started to take off. And people not to different from you thought it would be a good idea for us to break things off. End of story”

Before they could answer, the door burst open and Michael came running in.

“Sorry I’m late! I was-Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I’m waiting to find out”

“Michael. Finally. Aright now that we have the both of you together, I’ll get straight to the point. We want the both of you to date”

“Isn’t that our decision” You said while Michael said “Woah”

“For PR purposes of course. We don’t expect you guys to be in a committed relationship based off our request. Listen it will be great for the  both of you. You both used to date before, so news of you guys getting back together will be huge. Already, those pictures from yesterday are all over the place. It will give you both some positive attention. Y/n, you are releasing an album soon are you not? This could give you the perfect opportunity to  gets some publicity-”

“Wait, you’re trying to bribe her? That’s ridiculous! I mean she’d-” Michael practically yelled, but you interrupted him.

“Might just agree. I’m not as famous as you Mikey, and my music is going well, but any attention is kind of needed right now…”

“Very good Y/n-” You also cut Joan off

“Of course I would need to know what exactly this whole “PR relationship” entitle? What do you expect us to do?“

"Everything will be set up of course. Paparazzi sent to the restaurant, they take a few photos. Then of course you guys post some things on social media, make it seem as though you guys are dating. That’s really all there is to it” Mark said.

“So do we have an agreement?” Joan added

You looked at Michael.

“You’re not actually considering this are you?” Michael asked you, completely frazzled.

“Well you wanted to do dinner right? And how bad could it be? I really need this Mikey…”

Michael sighed. “Fine. For you.”

You gave him a hug and he held you tightly.

“Alright. We’ll let you guys know the time and place of your guy’s 'first date’” Joan smiled, seeming pleased.


“Laser tag?” You asked Michael. When they said date, you expected dinner, maybe even a movie, but laser tag? That was the last thing you’d think of

“They may have gave me a say into what we do…” Michael grinned

“You don’t say?” You laughed

“Alright, ready for some fun?” Michael asked while buckling you into one of those heavy jackets.

“I don’t know, ready to get your ass kicked?” You teased

“You wish” Michael said, giving you a wink.

Several hours later, he had two games on you. You couldn’t believe this. And of course, Michael didn’t let you forget it.

“Not so easy to beat am I?” Michael laughed.

“Whatever Mikey…fuck you”

“Why so salty?”

“Shut up. You won, got it. End of story, may we move on?”

“Well I won, so I get a prize don’t I?”

“Prize? What on earth could you-”

You were interrupted when he suddenly smashed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close to him as he continued to kiss you so tenderly and passionately…

“That” He said when you both had pulled away. “I think that’s reward enough. I’m starved, you want some pizza?”

You just smiled, grabbing his hand, as you headed towards the food court.


Author’s Note: That was long and ended terribly, I’m sorry. Nevertheless hope you liked it!! -Lydia

Bad Blood 2 [Captured]

Pairing: Genji Shimada/Reader

Summary: The mission goes wrong, so very wrong. You’ve been captured and Hanzo will do whatever he can to save you for Genji.

Other Info: I accidentally deleted this once!! Thank god my phone has a recently deleted or else I would have given up entirely. This also took forever to finish. Enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes. I can only write in mobile. Also posted on AO3 and the ending seems kind of rushed, bleh.

Warnings: Mild torture, angst

Words: 5,137 [Holy shit]

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stay with me

Originally posted by wahsabi

Title: stay with me
Pairing: Choi Minho/Reader
Genre: Idol!AU
Summary: In the worst moment of her life, he goes to see her one last time.

Another smile is thrown at the groups of flashes that she supposes lead to a person, but it surely looks like a fantasy as she wore that dress that flowed on her body perfectly, some designer loving the way they were earning money as she tells everyone she’s okay. One step closer and she continues posing, griping the arm of the person that was leading her on the red carpet to keep herself in check. She never liked the way the cameras were at all angles, how she was going to end up in the news’ front page and she didn’t feel like reading the articles from the next day. They would comment how she looked a little bit left out, how she didn’t smile as cutely anymore, they would say this and that about her and gossiping about what happened to her. One of her hand lifts up the edge of her dress to continue walking, the long material making it a little bit difficult to continue with her walk at the red carpet and when she sees only a few meters more to walk, she feels relieved. Some people were asking her questions but her ears were completely deaf, only giving plain answers before she entered through those gates that she liked to call ‘the entrance to heaven’. Once she was inside that place, she only had to listen to the music and wait for those awards that she may or may not receive.

Some said they wanted a life like hers, but she isn’t sure she wants it anymore.

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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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Glide (Mulligan x Reader) 5

Words: 2500+

Warnings: cussing, blood

A/N: i literally have nothing to say this time lol

Part: One Two Three Four Six

“Thomas?” You said, taking your hands off your head. He smiled, nodding. “What happened to you, why are you like this?” He shrugged, picking up his cane from the floor. He swung it in a circle, his face unreadable.

“It’s because you left me behind, Y/N. You made me like,” he gestured to himself, “this piece of shit you see right now. Well, you could at least admit that I’m a handsome piece of shit.” He winked at you.

“Stop joking around, Tommy,” he flinched at the nickname, his hand tightening into a fist.

“You don’t deserve to call me that.”

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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 ”
  • “ 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
Love will come through

If you know the song, then yes the title is form Travis’s song Love will come through (Actually a good song, kind of sad), but yeah. English is not my native language so don’t kill me if there’s mistakes!

Paring: small Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst, kind of depression i think, fluff

Summary: You’re having a hard time accepting your life, and you want to go back in time. The memories catch up with you, and Sam saves you from yourself. 

Originally posted by canonsoulmates

And another glass broke downstairs, and you already knew who was going to clean that one up. You.

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