I guess my car is my recording studio

Fanboy (N.M)

|BASED ON THE REQUEST: You should do an imagine/ pref (whatever works for you) where “Y/N” is famous and the Omaha boys have a huge crush on her and they finally get to meet her then later they like fanboy tweet about her 😛😌 it’s something new that I never seen before so why not😂 thanks💕|

|THIS IS A SHORT ONE AND I KNOW IT’S DIFFERENT FROM WHAT WAS REQUESTED BUT AT LEAST I DID IT LOL, like over 1200 words, MY FIRST IMAGINE WITH PICTURES YAY FOR NEW LAPTOPS!!!!|

“I can’t believe we’re in the same studio Y/N was just in.” Sammy gushes, sitting down on the chair in front of the deck. “How fucking cool is that? Y/N was just here!”

“It is pretty cool.” John comments, adjusting his snapchat on his head.

“Too bad we got here late, we could have met her.” I would love to meet Y/N, she’s my ultimate celebrity crush – and she’s also all of the other boys’ celebrity crush. It’s awesome that my producer is her producer.

“She’s a pretty cool girl, hella talented too.” Pierre comments, swiveling around on his chair to face all of us. “She’s so focused when she’s here, we started a song last Friday and finished it in 2 days, knows exactly what she wants with her music.”

I’d really love to hop on a track with her, I think we all would, and have her featured on Maloski, that would be wild. Not only would it boost the sales drive of my album, but it would introduce more people to my music, and my fans to her music. I could easily just ask Pierre to hook me up with it, but I’d feel bad about it.

“You can tell as soon as you listen to her music.” Sam says, “She’s got such a hot voice.”

I nod in agreement. “She’s really hot.”  

She may or may not be my phone background.

John looks over at me with wide eyes, “Skate, imagine how good she would sound on one of your tracks.”

“Maloski would blow the hell up if she was featured.”

“I could probably convince her to feature on something, she’s always lookin’ to collab.”

I shake my head, “Nah, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” It would be an amazing opportunity, sure, but I don’t feel right practically using someone’s fame to help myself grow in the business. I want to do that myself.

“You sure bro?” Pierre double checks, I just nod silently. “Alright then.”

“So, can we peep a look at Y/Ns new track?”

We all nod. “Yeah, of course man.” Pierre nods and turns back to his computer. “Only a few beats though, can’t leak this gold.”

Pierre opens up a file and turns on his speakers, a soft beat starts playing through the studio and eventually starts to pick up, soon, her melodic voice carries through. I have instant chills. Her voice is so amazing.

“Leaking my songs already, P?”

And there she stands. The up and coming Queen of the Pop/R&B music charts, Y/N. Of course this was going to happen, stuff like this always happens when you talk about someone – they always show up when you’re doing something, AKA listening to a snippet of their new single that only themselves and their producers have heard.  

He stops the track with a laugh and looks at Y/N over his shoulder. “Nah, just got some major fanboys here.” I look down and shake my head. “Y/N, this is Skate, Sam and John. What’re you doing back?”

“My meeting got cancelled so I thought I’d come back and see what everyone’s working on.” Pierre leans back in his chair and nods. “What did you guys think of the track?” She asks as she sits down on the couch, right next to me.

“It was so good, you’re an amazing artist.” Sam kisses her ass straight away – why does that not surprise me?  

Anytime there’s a female in the room, he’s instantly in fuckboy mode and trying to win her over in some messed up way. He doesn’t care if she’s 16 or 80, he’ll still go for it. She could be married and he would still shamelessly flirt with her. But, that is just Sammy Wilk.  

“Yeah, it was brilliant, Y/N, you’re really talented.” I say quietly, seeing as she’s sitting just inches away from me. “Can’t wait to hear the full song.”

“Thanks you guys, it means a lot.” She grins and lightly taps my arm. “I wrote it after I broke up with my ex, so it was kind of written in a Taylor Swift style.” Well, I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend and I didn’t know that she broke up with him. “Who’s recording today then?”

“That would be Skate here.” Pierre nods at me and turns back to his computer, probably pulling up the half-made track from last time. “He’s working on his first album.”

“Oh really?” She asks and I just nod in response. “That’s so cool, good luck with it. I’ll get Pierre to tell me when it’s out, I’ll definitely buy it.” Oh my God, Y/N Y/L/N wants to buy my album.

This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill.

“Oh wow, thanks.” I laugh lightly, trying not to let my inner nervousness and fanboy tendencies. I don’t even know how I’m holding myself together right now. “I really like your latest single, by the way. We always have it on in the car.”

“Thank you!” She grins and pushes her long brown hair behind her ear. “It was the first song I recorded being in this studio and it went straight to number 1, which shocked everyone.” It didn’t shock me, she’s an amazing singer and the lyrics are damn amazing, she got all of the recognition she deserved for that song.

“You completely deserved it, Y/N, you have so much talent, you’re amazing!”

“Okay, you’re just trying to boost my ego now.” She laughs and lightly slaps my shoulder. “I’m guessing that you’re a rapper?”

“How did you guess?”

“You just have that look about you, you know? The tats, the snapback-”

“Yo, enough flirting you kids!” Pierre shouts, a little smirk toying on his lips. “Nate, you ready to go?” He asks me.

I nod my head and bounce up from the couch and head into the recording booth. I’m about to record in front of Y/N. I’ve never been nervous about recording anything before, not once. But I’m also extremely giddy about showcasing my ability to someone with her kind of talent, maybe it’ll make her want to record with me, she’s never recorded with a rapper before. Maybe I, someone who isn’t all that big in the music industry, could be the first rapper she duets with.

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pref #16: you comfort him when he's sad (requested)

could you make a pref, where he is sad because of something and you comfort him? that would be nice :) xx

luke:  He walked in the door, not acknowledging your presence, heading straight upstairs. You sighed, knowing he was upset. You opened the bedroom door to see Luke sitting at the end of the bed with his head in his hands. “What’s up?” You said calmly, sitting next to him.

“I got in a fight with Calum at the studio today.” He sighed shakily.

You wrapped your arm around him, causing him to lay his head on your shoulder. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It was just so stupid. He kept insulting every idea I suggested and telling if I wasn’t gonna help then I should just leave.”

“You’re all really stressed about the album, Luke. I’m sure he didn’t mean that. He’s your best friend.” You said, rubbing his back.

His breath shook like it always did when he was upset, it meant he was trying not to cry in front of you. You ran your hands through his hair as you rubbed his back, as his breath became more stable. “I love you.” He whispered. 

michael: Michael walked in the door, immediately coming to you. He wrapped his arms around you, “Are you alright?” You asked. He didn’t answer, he just stood there, his head buried in your neck, his arms wrapped around you. You felt his shake a little and your neck felt wet. You pulled him away to see his eyes were red and tears were on his cheeks. “Michael…” You said, wiping the tears off his cheeks. He rarely ever cried in front of you, you could only think of one or two other times he had. 

He tried to talk, but he knew he would cry harder. You squeezed his hand, “Go upstairs and get in bed. I’m gonna put a pizza in the oven and after we eat that we can watch a movie, okay? When you’re ready you can tell me what’s wrong.” 

He nodded his head, walking slowly up the stairs.

calum: You walked in the door, seeing Calum leaning against the counter, groaning in frustration. “Calum?” You asked, walking into the kitchen. 

“Not now, Y/N.” He hissed. 

“Okay, relax.” You retaliated. 

“Y/N, I don’t need this right now, I jus-” He began yelling, but soon his voice cracked, “I’ve had the worst day of my life.” By now, tears were welling up in his eyes, but he did everything in his power to keep them from falling.

“I’m sorry.” You said, walking over to him. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “What happened?" 

He didn’t let go of you, “I woke up with a sore throat, I couldn’t record anything at the studio today and all the guys got annoyed with me. Then I spilled coffee all over my book of song ideas, then I locked my keys in my car,” by now his voice was cracking, “and I really miss my family.”

"Babe, it’s okay. We all have bad days, and you get to go visit them in 2 weeks.” You said, looking up at him.

“2 weeks is a long time away.” He sighed.

“But once it comes you’ll get to see your family and go back home.” You smiled.

“I guess you’re right.” He said, a small smile creeping onto his face. 

ashton: You walked into the house, which was eerily silent. “Ashton?” You called, but he didn’t answer. You walked into the living room and the kitchen, and he was nowhere to be found. You walked up to your bedroom, and the door was closed. “Ashton, are you in there?” There was no answer, so you walked in. It was completely dark and the bed was stripped of all it’s blankets and pillows. You looked to the floor to see Ashton wrapped in a ball inside the white comforter and surrounded by pillows. You kneeled down next to him, “Ash, what’s wrong?” He sniffled in response, so you crawled under the blanket next to him. Your forehead was inches away from his, but he closed his eyes tightly. “Ashton, whatever’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

He still didn’t answer you, but he handed you his phone, opening twitter. You read the tweets, as they were saying horrible things to Ashton and about him, including that he should kill himself. You gasped, not knowing what to say. How could someone say that to anybody? You looked up at Ashton, his jaw clenched as he tried to keep his tears inside. “Ashton-” You started, but he put his head back down in the pillow. “Ashton, listen to me.” You said, lifting his chin to face you. “Don’t ever listen to anything those people say. I love you so much, you are so amazing. They’re only doing that to get your attention, don’t listen to them.” You said quietly. Tears were now forming in your eyes, it was so hard to see him like this. He was usually so smiley and happy. “Don’t listen to them.” 

“I love you.” He said shakily as tears dripped down his eyes.