the youngest kardashian sister

Brooklyn Beckham – Secretes

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Anonymous said 

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a one shot where the reader is the youngest Kardashian sister (or something like that) and she’s secretly dating Brooklyn Beckham, and they have to keep it a secret because their families hate each other. Thank you so much! I love your writing by the way!

You grew up I front of the cameras. Everyone knew who you are and who your family is. Everyone. You’re the youngest of the Kardashian/Jenner clan. It was hard growing up in a family like yours, but you managed and turned out just fine. You’re mostly the quiet and peaceful one. Now being famous made you meet a lot of celebrities and that includes your best friend and secret boyfriend. Brooklyn Beckham. Your families aren’t really friends, they dislike each other.

You and Brooklyn met at Coachella and got along well. It didn’t take long for you to become more than friends and start dating. You two even managed to hide it not only from your families but from the media as well. It is hard, but it is the price you both have to pay to be together. You now were in Brooklyn’s hotel room. It wasn’t rare that he came to LA. He’s in America a lot, even though he lives in London.

“I can’t wait to turn 18.” You said laying on the bed lazily, while Brooklyn finished getting ready for your date.

“And I can’t to stop wearing all these disguises to go out together.” Brook was wearing a black ripped jeans, white shirt with a light hoodie and even a hat and sunglasses, just so the paps wouldn’t recognize you. Paparazzi are your biggest enemies until you both have enough courage to tell your families. Brooklyn was already 18 and you were turning 18 in a few weeks, and you both agreed to till both your families after your birthday. “Both our families would still hate each other and will try to break us apart.”

“I know, but you wouldn’t leave me, would you?” You asked sitting up to look at him your voice wavering slightly.

“No I wouldn’t.” Brook said crossing the room and he sat in front of you, taking both your hands in his. “I would never do that.” He gave you a smile that instantly comforted you and made you smile back. You leaned forward and hugged him tightly. “Come on we’ll be late.” Brook kissed your cheek and pulled back.

You were wearing washed jeans, a shirt with a hood, big sunglasses and a hat on, your hair was in a ponytail as well. You also had simple make up on. You both left the hotel and drove to your favorite restaurant in LA that Brook has yet to try.

“You’ll love it.” You told him walking hand in hand into the restaurant.

“I’m sure I will.” He said and kissed your cheek. You were led to your table that you reserved a week ago. It was in the corner away from praying eyes. You sat next to Brook, and ordered.

“You know I’ll be in London next month.” You said taking a sip from your drink.

“Really? When?” Brooklyn asked surprised.

“On the third of August.” You said and smiled at him. “Mom booked me an interview there.”

“Can you stay for a while then?” he asked hopeful. Brooklyn then put his hand on the back of your chair and was facing you, you were sitting really close to each other.

“I’ll try, but I know for sure that I’ll be there in my birthday.” You said grinning, it may be your first birthday together. Brooklyn’s face lit up.

“Maybe I could tell mum and dad about us before then and you could spend it with us, or something.” Brooklyn suggested.

“But do they like hate me? Or my whole family?” You asked worried you really wanted his family to like you.

“Actually my mum said once that she thinks you’re the most behaved and lovable out of your family. She told dad once that she was wondering how you turned out like that.” Brooklyn said smiling.

“Well, I’m planning on moving out once I turn 18 and I’ve been thinking about the show a lot lately.” You told Brooklyn honestly. “I don’t know how I feel about it anymore.”

“You have every right to.” Brooklyn squeezed your shoulder. “I know how uncomfortable you get sometimes in front of the cameras.”

“I mean it’s not the cameras it’s that they’re in my home all the time and I feel I can’t have any privacy and secrets.” You explained thinking deeply about the matter.

“I just want you to be happy.” Brooklyn said and put a hand on your cheek, your (e/c) eyes meeting his chocolate brown eyes.

“I am happy as long as we’re together.” You told him blushing. “I- uh.”

“What is it?” Brooklyn asked softly.

“I just feel as if you’re too good for me.” You told him breaking eye contact and looking everywhere but him.

“(Y/N) don’t say that, I believe that you’re not too good for me as I’m not too good for you.” He said sincerely and passionately. “We’re perfect for each other, we fit together perfectly.” Brooklyn intertwined your fingers, and you smiled at your hands and looked up so your eyes would meet his. “I’m dating my best friend and my partner in crime.”

“Brook you don’t know how much you mean to me.” You said and leaned in ever so slightly, Brooklyn then leaned in and closed the distance between your lips, you moved back after a few seconds seeing as you were in public. “I’m so glad I met you.”

‘I’m glad I met you too.”

You ate your lunch at the restaurant and Brooklyn did love the food and the place.

In a few months your turned 18 when you were in London, and you met the Beckhams and Victoria and David loved you just as much as you loved them. You moved out from your family home, you were still a part of the show, but you and Kris agreed that the cameras wouldn’t come to your house, only when you were with one of your siblings that you were filmed. And that did relieve you and made you so much more comfortable. Once you moved out and everything was done, you and Brooklyn became public, Kris was at first disapproving, but she came around eventually. You started to spent a bit of time in England as well, you and Brooklyn were going strong and you were happier than ever, and that was the most important thing. And who knows where this relationship is leading you.

anonymous asked:

Can I please request an imagine? YN Jenner is the youngest Kardashian/Jenner sister, but she's nothing like her family and stays away from the spotlight.when her and Harry meet, it's love at first sight

I love AU!Harry series. I haven’t done one, yet, and maybe if this works out, we could start one.

He didn’t know she could even be related to a Kardashian/Jenner. She hadn’t used her last name to commit to any of her celebrity work, all of her “fame” stemming from her talent and pure artistry - a quality she prided herself in and wouldn’t let anyone take away.

He had spoken to his friend about an art gallery opening in L.A. around a time he would be arriving in town for his meeting with Jeff and his band, a meeting about his upcoming album and which of his songs would be featured and recorded later in his stay, stressful and accompanied by long studio days and travelling between his home and his studio within hours of each other, and Tommo knew he would enjoy a simple night out, gallivanting in an art gallery, simply enjoying works around him which inspired him - a trait he’d loved as he grew older and more appreciative of the world around him.

He fell in love with each work of art - with every piece he looked at, he created a new inspiration, an idea swirling around in his brain, his eyes admiring each drawing as he slowly paced around, without a hurry or worry to leave, he enjoyed his moment alone.

He didn’t know who had drawn such paintings he fell in love with. He so desperately wanted to meet the artist, discuss each meaning behind every painting, talk about life and what their world meant, because he was fascinated.

Once he felt a gently hand touch his shoulder, butterflies fluttered in his tummy and his nerves settled in his veins - he didn’t know why he was so nervous, but as soon as he turned on his heel, he knew.

She is absolutely beautiful. Stunning, breathtaking. He couldn’t not stare. His cheeks tinging pink with a blush as she smiled softly, quietly coughing to stir his attention, his lips pursed in a line as he admires her gentle, green eyes and plump lips, a dimple perked in her cheek, her eyelashes fluttering against her skin as she gazed into his eyes.

“Hello, I’m Y/N.”

“Hi, um, hi.”

“What’s your name?”

He fell in love. His heart swelled in his chest and his butterflies tickled his belly, his mind drawing a blank as he admired her. He couldn’t have understood why, suddenly, he fell in love with her, but he had. He didn’t want his heart to stop pounding - he felt his love, he felt himself falling in love .. and he loved the feeling.

“Harry. Harry Styles.”

“Wow, hi. I love your music.”

“Ha, thank you. I love your art. It’s wonderful.”

“Why, thank you. It’s my first gallery. I’ve picked out my favourite pieces.”

“Would any be available to be bought? I’d love to buy one.”

“None of these are for sale, no.” She could see his eyes soften, his lips curving into a pout, a giggle slipping of her lips as she hides her smile with her fingertips, her cheeks blushing as he smiles, his hands shoving into his pockets nervously as he steps closer. “I do have more paintings in my studio. I’d be happy to show you and maybe you could see if you’d like one of those.”

“Yeah! Uh, yes,” he stutters, shaking his head as he slowly pulls his iPhone out of his jean pocket, unlocking his screen, tapping against his applications and beginning a new contact, smiling anxiously as he mumbles, “If you want to give me your number, we can arrange a time. If you’d like to, maybe, we can, um, go out to dinner, beforehand?”

“I’d really enjoy that, Harry.”

“Um, okay, yeah. I’ll text you.”

“Sounds wonderful. I’ll try and work out my favourite pieces for you to see.”

“Perfect. Sounds like a date.”

“Guess so.”