but i would love to walk down a vs runway with you

rose-of-yonezawa  asked:

Reactions or HC. MC doing the catwalk for Victoria's Secret lingerie. All members plus Saeran and V.

//okay sO i am so dearly sorry for being so inactive and leaving so many requests in my inbox. I’m trying to find inspiration somewhere, but this last month has just been kinda filled and unmotivated for me. I’m hoping that soon, i’ll get out of this slump that i’m in currently, and get back to writing <3 also, i don’t watch too many fashion shows and i have never seen a VS one, so I looked up a few articles and clips from this year’s. I hope i got close to what you were looking for, and if i didn’t please tell me, because i really just want to make you guys happy with my writing

Yoosung:

  • HES TOO FLUSTERED
  • This little bean has his mouth hanging open because wow that’s his girlfriend
  • He’s completely mesmerized by you
  • He knows that if you were a LOLOL character, you’d be the most badass out of all of them
  • He is so in love with everything that you do and he can’t stop himself from letting his mind wonder like i would so let her dominate me tbh i live for sub yoosung
  • Some of the press gets his reaction on tape to seeing you and E! News finds it and everyone on social media starts flipping out and shipping you guys because they think he’s so cute

Zen:

  • He can’t help himself from clapping wildly and hollering because god damn are you slaying
  • When you get to the end of the runway, you give him this little glance/smirk and he just smiles so wide
  • He loves everything, especially how you act. He knows that you play a bit of a role when you’re on the runway, and you have this utter confidence and intimidation about you that is totally different from who you are at home.
  • he helps you perfect your walks and poses because your careers are both so similar so he knows a lot about the public eye and what they want, so he’s able to think of things for you to use that have a mix of who you are and what everyone else likes to really focus everyone’s attenton on you and your uniqueness

Jaehee:

  • she knows that sometimes you get frustrated because people only see you for your face and seductive looks and lingerie advertisements in magazines and not your actual personality or feelings
  • but she can’t help that you literally look so beautiful while doing your thing, and how you try to keep who you are in real life in the character you play on the runway.
  • sometimes she has these epiphanies like omfg i’m dating an Angel and she loves me back what a queen
  • you are known for standing out from other Angels because you aren’t always trying to be badass when you’re modeling. A lot of times, you like to look happy and genuine, and she loves how you give her these playful smiles if you spot her in the crowd

Jumin:

  • he’s utterly amazed at how you’re able to walk so smoothly like you’re on clouds while heaving those wings on your back
  • he thinks you suit the role perfectly because you’re his angel ^^
  • he loves it when you practice your struts and walks with him at home and he can help you perfect it and make sure that all of your poses show off your highlights, even though it sometimes makes him jealous
  • you know that he’s always get you custom lingeries made for you
  • he secretly love love loves your job tbh because it’s a sure win for him
  • but it’s okay because you assure him that your walks are, more than anything, for him
  • bLUSH BLUSH BLUSH he gets so pink help him

Saeyoung

  • he gets totally absorbed into this fantasy world that is the VS Fashion Show
  • “yEEEAHHH THAT’S MY GIRL”
  • the hype is so real but he thinks you slayed more than anyone else, even though he knows you aren’t a fan of all the competition in the industry
  • look at his goddamn goddess up there it’s killing him in a good way
  • yOU KNOW THAT HE’S ALWAYS GOT SOMETHING UP HIS SLEEVE FOR WHEN YOU GUYS GET HOME LATER ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • like jaehee, he can’t believe?? That you’re his?? That he’s in a relationship with such a beautiful m o d e l??

V:

  • he’s a photographer so of course he’s gonna have the best seat to get the best view
  • truly and honestly captures your utter outstanding beauty
  • keeps so many photos for himself
  • he loves how you walk in time with the music and you just are so fit for the shining lights, because that is where you belong
  • but he also loves the silly, loving, sweet side of you that he can enjoy to himself out of sight of anyone else

Saeran:

  • he has to sometimes restrain himself from punching people that hollar or whistle at you but he knows that you love him and you’d never even think of being with someone other than him, because let’s face it, deep down, he’s insecure and scared of losing you
  • he doesn’t really understand the whole notion of modeling when you guys are early on in your relationship because?? If everyone is supposed to be beautiful, then why is there so much competition
  • “honestly saeran, i’m not all that sure myself. I don’t like how everyone is meant to be going against each other, but i do know that i enjoy going up on the cat walk and being fierce and being the center of attention, it just gives me this odd confidence that i never had when i was younger”
  • he can’t deny that you look amazing either though
  • he does get v v jealous though, because you’re his and not anybody else’s
Steal It

Anonymous said:

Hey! Can you please do one where you’re a VS model and Andy’s your bf and he goes with the guys to one of the runway shows to support you? Thank you!

Just like the last VS related thing, I have absolutely no idea what goes on at these things, so I’m just going to make it up, just like I usually do when I don’t know what’s going on ^-^  ♥ -izzi

Also, I’m really sorry this took so long, Anon.

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“Gosh, I’m so nervous, Andy is out there, and so is his whole band.” You told your best friend as you fanned yourself to keep your makeup from running with the nervous sweat.

“Wow, you must really love this guy, I’ve never seen you this nervous before a show.” Laughed your best friend as she took you by the shoulders lovingly. “Now, we’ve got to get to the more pressing matters.” The blond said with a smile, “Is Ashley out there?”

You groaned. She’d made no secret of her desire for the man in the time that you’d been working together.

“Yeah, he is, are my wings okay?” You asked as you were called to get ready to go on.

“Beautiful, knock ‘em dead, sister.”

You laughed and then it was your turn. You walked out, portraying confidence that wasn’t entirely real. Your eyes locked with Andy’s and he gave you a reassuring smile before he started to wolf whistle and holler like he was prone to. It was completely inappropriate, but you laughed anyway, throwing him a wink before continuing down the catwalk. You could still hear him and his bandmates making a ruskus.

You smiled at them again on your way back and Andy gave you his signature smirk. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes as you continued back down the catwalk.

“You were great.” Your best friend said before going out. You went and got out your phone because just as he had promised he was calling you as soon as you got off the catwalk.

“You looked amazing.” He chuckled.

“Thanks.” You said smiling, and earning a couple of dirty looks from the other girls.

“Tell (Y/B/F/N) she looks fucking hot.” Ashley said into the phone and you giggled.

“I’ll tell her you said that.” You assured him, knowing how pleased she’d probably be to hear that.

“Fucking sexy.” You heard Ashley mumble in the background, and you laughed.

“He’s literally eye-raping your friend, it’s actually really creepy.” Andy told you, and you smiled.

“I bet she’d loving it, she has a huge crush on him.”

“That’s the friend you were telling me about. Jeez babe, they’re going to annoy the shit out of me on tour.”

“I don’t know, they’re going to be pretty fucking annoying on my end to, I live with her, you know.”

“Well we can fix that.” He said cheekily, and you giggled.

“No, Andrew, we can’t. At least not until I retire and go do something else. I love this, but it’s really starting to get to be a pain in the ass. Maybe I can start a band like my man.” You laughed and you heard him chuckle.

“Well I’ve never heard you sing, but your screaming is excellent.”

You flushed.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“(Y/N), you’re on soon, get changed.” The director said to you, with a small amount of irritation in her voice.

“Oh fuck. I’ve got to go, see you in a few.” You told Andy as you ran off to get into your next outfit. You were barely changed by the time you were supposed to go out, and (Y/B/F/N) was laughing at you the whole time, not even bothering to help, since she had her own walk to get ready for.

“Knock ‘em dead.” She laughed, and you glared at her.

“Don’t get eye-raped too hard.” You told her, and she looked bemused just before you went back out.

This time you didn’t look down at Andy, because you weren’t supposed to look down, you were supposed to look straight ahead, but when you turned you threw him another wink pretty sure that the red outfit you were wearing was going to catch his attention quite nicely. Just as you suspected he was staring at you with an expression almost like marvel.

You continued back down the walk, swinging your hips just slightly more than necessary.

“Who?” Your best friend asked, and you smirked.

“Ashley.” You told her as she went out, slightly flushed. You hurried to get changed, ignoring your phone as it rang, not wanting to be late for your next walk.

When you went back out Andy was seething, you could see it in his face, you didn’t look at him once afterwards, but when you heard your phone ring you answered it.

He was indignant. “Why didn’t you answer my call.”

“I had to get dressed, I’m only given the exact amount of time I would need to change.”

You could’ve answered and changed, he said and you could hear him pouting.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Yoy giggled. “How about I take you out to ice cream to make it up to you, does that sound nice?”

“Yeah,” he said, calming down a little. “I want you to keep the red one.”

“Andy, that’s stealing.”

“Say I told them I’d kill you if you didn’t.”

“Andy, no, I’ll buy some red lingerie later.” You assured him.

“I don’t want you to buy red lingerie, I want you to steal it.”

“Andy, you’re horrible.” You laughed and started changing back into your street clothes.

“But you love it.” He countered and you smiled.

“I can’t argue with that.”

“I love you too.” He chuckled. “Now steal the underwear.”

“No, Andy.”

“(YYYYY/NNN)!” He whined, and you giggled.

“No, Andy, and that’s final.”

“Fine,” He pouted, and you laughed.

“I love you, darling.” You murmured into the phone, making a kissing noise before hanging up. He was a silly man, but he was your silly man.

anonymous asked:

Hey girl!!! This naughty anon here and it's good to be back😊😊😊. I wanna request got7 reaction to their gf being a VS lingerie and inviting them and the boys to a show without them knowing your a model pls. Also there might be more to come...Happy sinning!!!😎😏😏😉😉

Alright, Naughty Anon. Thank you for your request, they are always interesting and original ;) As I promised in your second ask, here I am replying to your request here. Let’s go~


JB

He and the boys would be sitting first row, close to the runway, all the models walking in provocative, cute lingerie as the leader is trying to stay composed and not lose it while the other boys, except for Jinyoung and Mark are already too far gone, probably trying to cover their lap in some subtle way. The boys would then ask JB where were you, him just replying that all he knew was that you had to make a phone call when suddenly there you were, striding down the runway and when you get to the end of it you give your boyfriend a quick glance. He is now frozen in his seat, jaw clenched trying to remain calm when he is internally thinking of the possibilities of having you (un)dressed like that at his mercy. When he realizes that the rest of the members are showing less self control over you and pretty much struggling to breath and keep their mouth closed, he would glare at them, whispering in a menacing tone.

“Yah! What are y’all looking at?? Did y’all get tired of living or what? First one to make even a tiny comment about her will have to deal with me”, mentally taking note that you will have to deal with him as well……in bed ;))))))

Originally posted by jwxngs

Mark

He would sit there as still as a statue the moment he saw you walk down the runway, his hands resting on each leg, gripping his thighs as he swallowed hard and his eyes widened unable to tear his gaze off you at first, before having to look away and noticing that his members were doing the same, unable to look at the runway any longer. They know that Mark is a storm waiting to happen when he is ticked off.

Originally posted by yugyeom

Jackson

This kid would LOSE. HIS. SHIT.  Sanity? What’s that?? He has forgotten how to breathe the moment he sees you in that two piece lingerie and that light lilac silk robe flowing around you as you let it fall around your elbows when you reach the end of the runway, revealing even more of the body he loves. He literally thinks you’re an actual goddess. Then suddenly, he would remember he is not alone and he would become obnoxious to distract the other members so that they wouldn’t look at you. Only him was allowed to see you like that. Wang Puppy/ Mr. Wild and Sexy doesn’t share.

Originally posted by jackseons

Originally posted by chappiechanyeol

Jinyoung

Poor omma… are you trying to making him get old before his time?! The stress of seeing you barely dressed in the presence of his group members is too much for him to bear. He probably would be growing white hairs on the spot. The first one to go down would probably be Yugyeom. Jinyoung would kick him off his seat like 

Y’all would need to talk after the show about why why didn’t you tell him about you modelling and why didn’t you tell him sooner ;))))))

Youngjae

My fluffy sunshine would be feeling so awkward and nervous. The boys be looking at him like “So this is where you brought us?” “This is what your girlfriend does?” , all of them lowkey enjoying it nonetheless. He would probably feel flustered and just laugh nervously because his hyungs and dongsaengs are watching with him.

Originally posted by jypnior

Bambam

This boy is so shameless tbh, I don’t even think he would feel flustered. He would be showing off like pointing at you when he recognized you strutting and working that runway like “YUP, THATS RIGHT. THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND” The boys would probably have to hold him back from jumping on the runway and strut on there alongside the other models because let’s be honest he is highkey a diva. Since he has been held back, all he can do is dab.

Originally posted by gag-queen

Yugyeom

OHMAGAHD! This child would be soooooooooo hyped about it. The simple fact of being able to see ladies walk in lingerie would get him lowkey excited while he is blushing wildly on the outside with his giant kid grin. When he thought he could make it, there you were, sexy as ever in your lace lingerie effortlessly slaying it down that runway and before he could even blink all the rest of the members jumped him to cover his eyes.

“AVERT YOUR EYES KID!”

“YAH! KIM YUGYEOM, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

“Hyungs, why are y’all getting so worked up? It’s nothing I haven’t seen befo–”

(Jinyoung to Yugyeom) *dropkick of death* “THIS DAMN CHILD… I DIDN’T RAISE YOU LIKE THIS!”


I hope you enjoyed, Naughty Anon and all of you who happen to read this ^_^ This one was actually pretty fun to make xD 

If any of you wants to request a REACTION or MTL, feel free to do so through ask. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Face straight off a magazine

Imagine where you’re a VS angel/singer that used to date Juice, and the club needs your help. 

Originally posted by reapercrews

Originally posted by pulloutyourfreakumdress

“Girls! Girls, on your places” They were all screaming and you were still trying to figure out how to work the angel wings VS wanted you to wear that night over your baby pink lace.  Five years in the business and you still weren’t used to people taking extra care of your face and hair. “(Y/N), please stop eating. You’ll mess up the lingerie”

Being a Victoria Secret Angel was never on your plans. You were discovered the way everyone were, while you were fooling around on Instagram with some friends of College; a few tags, a few calls and two months later you had your first important photo shoot. Your hairdresser was, ironically, someone that almost had no hair on him, just a bushy pink mohawk, that took you far, far away when you saw him. 

It took you back to Charming, while you were still as fresh as a daisy. It took you back to dating Juan Carlos Ortiz. 

You were young and naive, a simple 17 year old with a crush on an older biker and an undying love for the leather and speed of the road. In that time, you gave everything to the Puerto rican kid; Juice was your first kiss, your first time, your first love; and like they say, first love dies hard. That’s why Juice killed it when he cheated on you with a dirty crow eater.

Thinking of it as a flash back, it still hurts a little. It actually hurted a lot, so much that you could still remember every single detail of that night. Jax trying to distract you from entering the room, the moans of the girl, the closed eyes-lip biting, sweaty face Juice had on, The sweet smell of her cheap perfume and the way you walked away, throwing him the promise ring he gave you, two months before going at the little tart. 

There was something you couldn’t throw, though. 

You reached down, under the soft lace of your baby pink boy short, carefully covered with MAC makeup; a small crow spreading it’s wings along with “JC” under it. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, reminding yourself that it was all in the past and that SAMCRO didn’t runned your life anymore. 

“Okay, (Y/N)…” A member of the cast said. “You’re on. You’re looking beautiful” 

You nodded and winked at him playfully, walking outside and into the runway. The flashes of the cameras didn’t waited at all, the shouting and the name calling too, the self consciousnesses of you wearing only cute lingerie, but your face stood smiling, having fun watching all your coworkers and friends walk past you. You reached the top of the runway, striking a playful  pose, snapping some dorky thumbs up and walking away. The place roared with excitement and they too another 1000 pictures of you. 

“Yeah!” You heard a familiar voice in the distance. “You go, girl” You frowned but couldn’t turn around, but once you were backstage, you saw Tig’s Tragger crazy hair and the other 3 men with SAMCRO kuttes. 

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself as you spot Lenny, the big buff guard fighting with him and a very annoyed Rat-boy. Juice was looking around, as if he were looking for something. Or someone

Rat-boy spotted you, peeking out of the window and pointed at you. Lenny shaking his head and walking towards you, the 4 men staying close behind him. 

“Mrs. (Y/L/N).” Lenny said. “These man claim to know you.” Tig and Jax smiled up at you. You had a good relationship with SAMCRO, and truth to be told, you missed them. You nodded slightly. “They don’t passes and unfortunately, i can’t let them in.” 

Juice was there too, but he couldn’t meet your gaze. You would be lying if you told that you didn’t felt butterflies in your stomach, the shaking knees and the sappy music in your head when you saw your first true love. 

“I can’t believe it.” Tig mentioned, crossing his arms on top of his chest. “You look so different.” 

“Thank you, Alex.” You blushed and crossed your arms, only making your chest pop up more. You cleared your throat and 

“(Y/N), girl, we need you.” Jax started, moving around the let the crew move backstage. “SAMCRO needs you.” You felt your heart flutter. Biting your lip, you put on a pink robe. The show continued but your participation was over. You scrabbled down an address on a small napkin and handed it over to Jax.

“What’s this?”

“My studio address.” You said closing the front of your robe. “Come over tonight. You’ll find me there.” 

“I’ll see you around, sweetheart. Thank you…” the blonde biker said, walking away as everyone waved goodbye. Juice looked at you and that’s when you took notice of his new long hair. You shook your head. He had been in jail. 

“You’re looking good…” he muttered and started to walk away. You put a hand on your chin, and another one on top of your heart. Gulping, you waved goodbye at him too and went over to change into normal clothes. 

Some cut out jeans, red converse sneakers and a “Free Sonny Barger” t-shirt later you were at your recording studio, messing around with Anita and the crew; the girl that helped you record your stuff. You were also best friends. 

“Let me throw this away…” your said picking up the Subway napkins and trash, walking outside where everyone dumped the trash. The roar of half a dozen of motorbikes made you snap your head up, waving at Jax and the boys making sure they saw you. They parked on the back of your studio and hopped off, Juice being the last one. 

Tig walked over to you, arms wide open and you jumped in for a hug; remembering that Tig was your SAMCRO best friend when you used to date Juice.

“Oh, baby.” He said, rubbing the small of your back. “It’s been ages.”

“A few years, yeah.” You smiled brightly at him and fixed your hair. 

“You look gorgeous.” Jax said walking over to you and kissing your cheek once he hugged you. “Tara says Hi.” You nodded taking notice to call her later that night. 

“What is it, boys? I can’t think of many things a model can do to help an MC” You said leaning on the wall, watching Juice smoke a cigarette on the low. Jax licked his lips and looked at Tig. 

“Well…we kind of need 70 thousand…” You bit your lip and nodded. You had the money, and you were willing to helpu your friends. Juice was still staring at you, but you have decided to ignore him, for your own sake. “We’ll pay you back when the steam blows off, and the club will own you a favour.”

“Yeah…” Tig was quick to peek in. “We don’t care how much of your coworkers we have to fuck, we’re willing to do it.” He joked, making you roll your eyes. Jax looked at you, all the charm of a Teller man on his eyes. You rolled your eyes, playing a smirk on your lips and nodded. Everyone smiled.

“Get inside. You’ll find Anita. Tig, she’s married.” You warned the womanizer of the Sons of Anarchy. “Tell her to give you a check. I’ll change it tomorrow morning.” Jax bit his lips and clapped, excited that his plans were now making sense and adding up to the big plan. He grabbed your hands and kissed your cheek. 

“One last night.” He whispered. “Give the kid a chance.” Both of you looked at Juice, talking absently to Rat-Boy. You glared at the Prince of Charming, but promised yourself look for some kind of closure. Rat-Boy and Tig went inside the studio, Jax following them, leaving both of you alone in a parking lot.

You fixed your hair and pinched your cheek, an habit you always had, walking over to the tattooed men, clearing your throat. 

“Hey.” You called his attention. “Can i have one?” motioning to the light cigarette on his hand, he nodded, handing you a fresh one, both of you leaned on the wall. 

“I thought you wanted to quit.”

“Yeah, well…” taking a drag, you smirked to yourself. “Job made me quit quitting.” 

“A Victoria Secret Angel.” He trailed off, shaking his head, for he couldn’t believe it. You smiled, taking another drag. 

“And a singer.” You corrected. “Aspiring singer.”

“Yeah, how’s that going?” He asked. You could see his eternal blush on his face and thought to yourself that if you could add a few pimples and less tattoos, you would be staring at the same Prospecting Juice. 

“It’s going…” You both sighed. The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. It seemed like both of you had the same idea: to come clean. 

“Listen” both of you said. You both laughed as you hugged yourself and Juice scratched his scalp.

“I’m an idiot. And you knew that.” You listened to every word he said. “And…cheating on you- “ he cleared his throat, his own actions making him nauseous. “Was the worst decision ever. I wrecked the trust of an amazing girl back then, who turned into this beautiful…talented woman and…” he laughed a little. “and i’m still here, being an outlaw, same kid i was back there. Something changed, though.”

“Yeah…?” you barked, curious, blowing off the last drag and stepping on the cigarette. “What?”

“No one was there on my panic attacks at night.” You felt your stomach drop. “No one was there on my birthday and no one was there, letting me place my head on her lap, helping me fall asleep. I’m the same kid i was back then, needs and all. I guess…-” he looked around, confused and a bit flustered. “I guess i’m trying to say that i fucked up and that i miss you.” 

“Juice…”

“Look…” he took a step towards you. “I’m not asking you to forget all the shit i did. I’m asking you to forgive…” You bit your lip. “I’ll make you forget.” 

“I’m not that different either…- you said, playing with the hem of your shirt.- Same dorky girl, Superhero lover. same Charming girl.” You both smiled at this. “Still in love with the same stupid mohawk kid.”  

“Can we start again…?” He whispered as you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, getting closer and closer, his strong hands in the small of your back, making you stand on your tip toes as your lips crashed against each other, melting into a slow dance you’ve both waited for quite some time. 

MASTERLIST

Masterlist….

Note ‘Preference #’ isn’t included in this masterlist, it’s just the titles and who it includes.

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Number of imagines for each guy: (note the chapters in Wattpad are not included in this) Ashton: 79 | Calum: 82 | Luke: 98 | Michael: 87 | 4/4: 120 

Ashton:

So Myspace. No Way To Treat A Lady. Too Sexy. Scoliosis Brace. Snapchat from set. Am I Tumblr Yet? Wish You Were Here Snap. Like My Hair? Snapchat: No Longer The Drummer. Love letters and roses. Hurricane Out Of Nowhere. Stones and Skateboards. So Dysfunctional. On The Big Screen. An Insomniac Calls. A kiss means shut up. Trying Not To Love You. I can’t resist your voice. So Many Problems. Clown Fear Prank. The Man Who Can’t Be Moved. Motion Sickness. I Can’t Do This Anymore. Christmas With His Family. Surprise Sleeve. I’ll help your claustrophobia. He makes you feel unwanted. Too advanced for me. An Italian In America. Journal Snooping. You Saved My Life. Hip Hop Dancer (Submitted: Blood-Fells) Bulimic Marker. Drunken Reveal. Gymnastics Mishap Ballet Practice. Inappropriate Babysitting. Relax It’s Just Family. Running from the Daylight. Runaway. Accidental Haircut. I’ll be the one to save you. I Love Your Glasses. Untimely Death Airport Cuteness. Dancer and drummer meet. Rivalry. Funny Calls. Haters and Insecurities. Anxiety Attack. I love you even more. Unusually Clingy. He Accidently Hits You. He talks about you. Insecurities Surface. Teen Choice Envy! It’s just cuddling. Who’s your boyfriend? Saved by a Rogue Angel: One | Two. Protective. Silent Treatment. Fighter. Love Unites. Movie nights and popcorn fights. Crashed Hearts. You tell him you’re pregnant. You date in secret. You fight and refuse to go to the concert. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities (TFIOS). I bet it was a misunderstanding. He has a crush on you, so does Harry Styles (FIGHT). Teased about his crush on you.


Calum:

Mustache Makes The Man. Number One Fan. The Day That Saved Us. Snaphat from set. Merch. Guess The Body Part. Funny Snap. I Love You Sleepy. Not Broken Yet. Nap Game Too Strong. End Of The World. Snapchat: Stolen Puppy. First Date Nerves. Tears On Stage. Musicians Daughter. Vomit Fear. Veil Of Tears. Our Kids Need Cool Names. Everything I Want. Dentist Fear. I would re-write those lines. On The Big Screen. Volleyball Game. Scalp Psoriasis. I wrote you this song. Bug Fear Prank. What You Mean To Me. Motion Sickness. Don’t Hurt My Girl. Attractive Bass Player. Surprising Him On Tour.(Submitted) I Can’t Have Children. Pool Party Jealousy.(Submitted: Lukemylife) Just A Dream. Total child. So Sick. Breaking bass in the music store. Kiss Of Life. Memorable Night. I Like Sport Because Of You. Support Short In Flannel. Cruise Ship Troubles. Concert Surprise. Single Dad and Best Friend. Disconnected. Wherever you…I forgot. Runaway. I Want It. Beautiful Ballerina Paranoia Music Video Jealousy. Birthday Surprise. He finds your scars. You’re Portuguese. Awkward Breakup. You’re Norwegian. Sneaking Out. Tattooed Thug. Tabloid Troubles. English Love Affair. He Accidently Hits You. Innocent Mistake. Soccer Support. I still care. He forgets about you (Amnesia). Wedding Speech. Anorexia. Anexiety Attack. You’re tall. Bad Kid Boxer. You’re the only reason. Dying Friend. Middle of the night drive. You meet at a party. Points you out in the crowd. Day off cuddles and movies. Dating Calum, but Luke wants you (FIGHT). Date night. Teased about his crush on you.


Luke:

You Are In Love. Cheeky Luke. I Need Hugs. First Flight Home. Snapchat from set. You like beards right? Front Facing Fail. Meet The Family. Date? Snapchat: Monkey and I Miss You. The Words. If I Can’t Be With You. He Writes You A Love Poem. Anxious Scratching. Prom Surprise. Being gay is okay. Petting Penguins. Learn To Salsa. Don’t Let It Go. Bubblegum Lips. On The Big Screen. Have I told you lately that I love you? I don’t love you, but I always will. Paps are Pests. Stolen Shirts and Chases. Mathematician. Closed Space Fear Prank. Motion Sickness. Let Me Take Care Of You. Enchanted By The Mechanic. (Submitted: angelicimagines) Magazine Rumors…(Submitted: x3danna3x) The Rules Of Football. Sometimes Life Is Unfair. (Submitted: escapingrealitybydreaming) Fear Of Dogs. Wait You’re Rich? Jealous Lyrics. Small Youtuber. I don’t forgive cheaters. 2 Years, Doesn’t Change Anything. Situation Security. Hotel Pizza Girl. (Submitted: keahe-y) Falling Asleep Fifa. Prom Kiss. Sixteen and Sneaking In. (Submitted: Blood-Fells) Take a break Miss AP History. (Submitted: Anon) 6’4 and Beautiful. Toxic Relationship. Public Relationshion(S)hip. I cant take it anymore (Trigger Warning) Friends with ben…baby. Concert Protector. Piercing Scared. I like coffee and you. Seperate Beds. Dear Diary It’s Just Cuddling. You Read What? Secrets Revealed. Prom Sucks. Be My Girlfriend. I’m not leaving you. I’ll be here waiting. Support Act. You shouldn’t be doing that. Comforting and Surprises. Bad days, Pet peeves & Comfort. Public Proposel. Touchy-feely Friendship. VS Model his POV. No Hablan Ingles. He Accidently Hits You. Cold, Sad, Cuddles. Family Troubles. You forget him (Amnesia). Thunderstorm Comfort. Tic Disorder. WWE Diva. You’re short. Black eyed love. Laundry room SMUT. (SHIP IMAGINE) Date night. Close As Strangers. Guy flirts and Luke gets protective. You’re insecure about his ex. Birthday SMUT. Cuddling and the guys mock you. You meet him on tour. Teased about his crush on you. (HATE) He makes a video supporting you. Michael:
A Note To Remind You Its Okay. Candy Floss Head. Bubblegum Lips. Blanket Fort Fiasco. (Submitted:Anon). High school crush. Snapchat from set. Tears on the runway. I Miss You Snap. We All Fall Down Sometimes. My Pout Is Better Than Yours. Meet The Parents And Run Away. Back To Black. Snapchat: Asked If I Love You. Teichotillomania. Under The Influence. Always Stay. Comfort After Cutting. TW Is there somewhere? Just the way you are. On the big screen. I can treat you better than him. I can hardly make you mine. School Project. I Miss You, Open The Door. Spider Fear Prank. I Like Preppy. Found Ring. Motion Sickness. Taking care of the cramps and migraines. Purity Ring. Boyfriend Tag Surprise.(Submitted: x3danna3x) Famous Couple. Sorry I shouldn’t have done that. Beautiful Sleeper. Secret. (Submitted: Idk1763) Volleyball Stops The Attacks. I don’t want another sibling. The Bitch, The Bes tfriend and Michael. 5’9 is your best quality. (Submitted: Blood-Fells) Hello Worlds. My Cliffaconda Don’t… Tenerife Sea. Jealousy. School Work First. I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend. Forever and Always. Not your average frat boy Save me from who I’m supposed to be. Volleyball…Ooops! I Had To Do It. I Can’t Date You. It’s Just Cuddling. I Like Short. Arachnophobia Saviour. Don’t leave me. Am I loosing you? One In This World. You’ll always be beautiful. Astraphobia. Beside You. I can’t love you. Rooftop Sadness. Shut Up & Cuddle Me. He Accidently Hits You. School Surprise. Don’t Be Insecure. Stretch Marks. Best friends to couple. You think he’s cheating. Amnesia Hurts. Prince in Plaid. Close as Strangers. I’ll fix your broken heart. Derby Drama. Love is not Melancholy. Spin the Bottle truth or dare (SMUT). Anniversary SMUT. You were a bet: Part One. | Part Two. He’s your boyfriend and your friends don’t know (SURPRISE). Teased about his crush on you. Mini Series:
(Luke) Lycanthrope In Love: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Ashton) Dark Hunger: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Luke) Battlefield: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Michael) Marry The One You Love: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Calum) Demonic Love: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Ash) Unexpected,Unplanned,Unashamed:Part1 |Part2 | Part3 (Luke) Ticking Timebomb: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Michael) Suspended Love: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Wattpad Series:
(Michael) Series: Fairy Tales Are Just Stories. [Wattpad only] (Luke) Series: Lycanthrope In Love [2 extra parts] (Ashton) Series: Dark Hunger [7 extra parts]


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Vogue: On the Road with Best Friends Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss

Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss have forged the kinds of careers—and the kind of friendship—that people dream about.

One of the first things Taylor Swift did after moving from Nashville to her sprawling two-story penthouse in New York’s Tribeca was cover a wall of her den with framed, blown-up Polaroids of the most important people in her life. “This is when me and Karlie first met,” she says, pointing to a picture of her grinning and hugging model Karlie Kloss backstage at the 2013 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, where Kloss walked the runway in pink underwear and giant psychedelic wings and Swift performed with Fall Out Boy. The caption, handwritten in Sharpie, reads BEST FRIENDS FOREVER VS2013 and feels rather prescient given how close the two have become over the past year or so, with a road trip to Big Sur (dreamily documented on Instagram), restaurant outings, shopping excursions, sleepovers, texting marathons, ModelFit and SoulCycle sessions, and a second joint VS outing late last year in London, where, as the pair walked side by side down the runway in black lace, they exchanged “Can you believe this?!” grins—two friends on top of the world.

Lena Dunham and Cara Delevingne also make the Polaroid wall, as does Swift’s younger brother, Austin, 22, a senior at Notre Dame, standing next to his sister in the matching red plaid adult onesies she bought for her family last Christmas. A Polaroid captioned squirrel invasion documents the first time Swift met Lorde (whom Swift calls by her given name, Ella), as the two set out for dinner at Shake Shack in Madison Square Park only to be attacked by rodents. “We were taking these photos, and all of a sudden, like in a horror movie, there were squirrels sitting on our shoulders trying to eat our food,” says Swift, reenacting the moment. “Perched, like parrots! They’re like, ‘We deserve French fries, and we’re going to take them from you.’ ”

Swift click-clacks through her kitchen to her living room in black stiletto Louboutins, plops down on a burnt-orange velvet sofa, wiggles into a slouch, and props those heels up on a tufted brown-leather ottoman. Everything in the apartment is rendered in velvet, leather, and wood in dark, rich earth and jewel tones, from her rosewood Steinway grand piano to her pool table (where VS models Behati Prinsloo and Lily Aldridge apparently proved themselves to be quite the sharks when they came over earlier in the week).

It’s two days before her twenty-fifth birthday, and Swift is brimming with the confidence of a young woman who’s come into her own. It’s been quite a year: She not only moved to New York, away from her family; she’s also taken risks with her sound, stepping back from the world of country to embrace the throwback purity of eighties pop—with amazing success. “Blank Space,” a defiant (and impossible-not-to-sing-along-to) response to the media’s depiction of her as a crazed man-eater, enjoyed a seven-week run atop the Billboard Hot 100. Swift also became the first female in the chart’s 56-year history to replace herself at No. 1 (her earlier single was the now-ubiquitous “Shake It Off”). Both are from her remarkable new album,1989, named after the year she was born, which has sold more than six million copies and become, along the way, the fastest-moving rec­ord of the past decade. Saturday Night Live, meanwhile, aired a parody commercial for Swiftamine, a drug to treat the epidemic of vertigo in adults who suddenly realize how much they love Taylor Swift. “People are finally starting to discuss her artistry—how she’s on the level of some of the great all-time songwriters,” says Jack Antonoff of the band fun., who’s co-written several songs with Swift and likens her deeply personal storytelling to new chapters of a book the whole world wants to read. “The other day my grandmother was asking me about1989. We’re all talking about it. In my lifetime, I haven’t experienced that since Michael Jackson—that one artist who stands above and unites us all.”

Swift has also remixed her personal life. For starters, the once-hopeless romantic who laid her emotions bare in songs about whirlwind love affairs and their aftermaths, like “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” (reportedly about Jake Gyllenhaal) or “I Knew You Were Trouble” and1989’s “Out of the Woods” (reportedly about Harry Styles), is pushing back at critics who have dismissed her as boy-obsessed. The tongue-in-cheek “Blank Space” video shows her stabbing a heart-shaped cake with a butcher’s knife, setting a boyfriend’s clothes on fire, and taking a golf club to his gorgeous silver sports car. Kloss, Dunham, and Delevingne, meanwhile, are part of a close-knit group of powerful women friends that Swift has been building over the past few years. Members also include Selena Gomez, whom Swift has known since they were both teenagers dating Jonas brothers; Jaime King, a kind of Earth Mother figure; and the Haim sisters, whom she met last fall. Devoting this much time to her female friendships started out as a reaction, Swift says, “to the way people were overreacting to my life. I was really irritated by the whole serial-dater play that people tried to make about me.”

She responded by pulling the plug on her love life. “I just decided I wasn’t willing to provide them that kind of entertainment anymore,” she says. “I wasn’t going to go out on dates and have them be allowed to take pictures and say whatever they wanted about our body language. I wasn’t going to sit next to somebody and flirt with them for five minutes, because I know the next day he’ll be rumored to be my boyfriend. I just kind of took the narrative back. It’s unfortunate I had to do that. And it’s unfortunate that now I have this feeling like if I were to open myself up to love, that would be a career weakness.” Instead, Swift is emerging as a powerful figure for teenage girls and young women—someone who takes to task critics and bullies and, yes, men who’ve wronged her, and provides a shining example of a woman shaping her own destiny.

“This last year has felt very different than any other year of my life,” Swift tells me. “I’ve felt more settled and unapologetic about who I am and what I stand for. I think that might be one of those symptoms of growing up and becoming your own person, and depending less on other people’s opinions of you. I just hope that keeps going—because I’m liking it.”

Swift is describing her philosophy about making friends—basically, wear ’em down till they like you—when Kloss sweeps into the apartment, a six-foot-one beam of sunshine. Though Swift and Kloss have known each other for only a year, their best-friendship, they tell me, was instantaneous. They’re a striking pair, particularly now that Kloss’s formerly tawny hair is blonde. “When I did SNL they both came, and at the after-party it was so confusing to everyone, like these Amazon twins,” says Dunham. “Taylor’s so tall, Karlie’s even taller, and together it’s just surreal.”

If Swift wears heels and Kloss wears flats, they’re the same height. But today, Kloss has messed up the equation by wearing skintight Tamara Mellon leather leggings with boots attached. “All-in-one, baby,” she says, showing them off as she walks the floor bearing a tin of her gluten- and dairy-free Karlie’s Kookies, from her collaboration with Milk Bar.

“They’re kind of the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” Swift gushes. “You look like Catwoman!” Kloss says they’re custom-made, but she can hook Swift up with a pair. “They’re pretty good,” says Kloss, “but I can’t take them back to St. Louis. When I go home, if I have even an ounce of New York attitude, my family’s like, ‘Nope, nope.’ They don’t let it happen.” “They’re like, ‘You with your shoe pants, you leave those outside!’” says Swift, laughing. “You put on some real pants!”

Though Kloss seems to have a keen awareness of every stitch of fashion she has on her body, when I ask Swift who made her black knit tank dress, she has no idea.

Kloss notices the dress, too. “What is this? Alaïa?”

Swift turns to me for help. “I don’t know—do I have a tag in there?” she asks, lifting up her fluffy fair hair and leaning her back toward me. rvn, the tag reads. “My stylist put it in my closet,” she says, burying her face in her hands.

Somehow, though, despite their differing levels of fashion expertise, they often tend to dress the same. “The other night I came over,” says Kloss, “and we were both going someplace from here, and we were both wearing black crop tops and high-waisted skirts. It’s kind of getting weird.”

“Black tights, hair done the same way,” says Swift. “Just like, ‘Ugh, be more annoying.’ We couldn’t possibly be.

“People had been telling us for years we needed to meet,” she adds. “I remember makeup artists and hair people going, ‘Doesn’t she remind you of Karlie? God, she and Karlie would be best friends. They’re the same. Karlie’s such a good girl. She brings us cookies every time we do a shoot.’ ”

“Still do,” says Kloss. As a teen she made them from scratch. Now she makes them professionally—Karlie’s Kookies raises money for charities like FEED, Hurricane Sandy relief, and the CFDA. In addition to the baking venture, Kloss has studied at Harvard Business School (her boyfriend of two years, Joshua Kushner, an early investor in Instagram who recently cofounded the health-care start-up Oscar, is an alumnus) and is now learning computer coding.

A mutual friend, Kloss’s fellow VS model Lily Aldridge, introduced her to Swift, “and we were just like, ‘You. My friend. Now,’ ” says Swift. A few months later they saw each other again at an Oscars after-party, and Kloss suggested they do something spontaneous. “I’d been to Big Sur once before, and I was like, ‘We should just do it,’ ” says Swift.

They walked beneath the redwoods, ran on the beach at sunset, took a picture hanging off the state-park sign with Kloss wearing Swift’s sweater, the front of which spelled out genius. “It’s ironic, clearly,” Swift is quick to add

When I ask what they bonded over, they shrug. “We’re both normal people,” says Kloss. “We’re real girls,” says Swift, who, as if on cue, drops part of the cookie she’s eating on her dress, picks it up, and eats it. “Five-second rule.”

Swift is, by all accounts, an amazing person to be friends with. She cooks, she bakes, she does the dishes; she’s a fantastic host, she gives great gifts. She has a collection of old-timey nightgowns that she and her friends wear while watching television and—technology aside—pretending they’re living in frontier days. (Swift, who shows me a picture on her phone of her, Cara Delevingne, and Kendall Jenner all lying in her bed looking like Little House on the Prairie, inspired Dunham to start her own collection.) Every hang, it seems, ends in a dance party in her kitchen. Dunham calls her “the Betty Crocker of friendships” and says she’s most impressed by how Swift always has time for the people she loves. “It’s amazing to have a friend who’s that busy and also so available,” says Dunham. “Even if she’s in Hong Kong on tour and I’m going through something, if I text her, I get an answer in two seconds. If something good happens to me—say, I get a nomination, or it’s my birthday, or the day before my birthday, or my book comes out—I get a text from Taylor way before I get a text from my mom.“

Some of Swift’s eagerness to make friends probably comes from her having felt like an outcast while growing up. “I have lots of issues from school,” she says. “You can tell, probably.” Essentially, she left the small Pennsylvania town where she was made fun of for her music and formed a close community where she’s now surrounded by people with similar talents and creative ambitions. It’s a kind of high school do-over in which she can join whatever clique she wants—or decide to abolish cliques altogether. When I ask Swift which metaphorical lunch table she sits at now, she immediately gets what I’m saying. “I want to make the table as big as possible, and I want everyone to sit with me,” she says.

The next day at Billboard’s Women in Music Awards luncheon (where Aretha Franklin sings her an impromptu “Happy Birthday” that Swift later tweets will take her decades to recover from), she sings along to every song, from performances to montages—she knows the words to everything. If female musicians are supposed to all be out for one another’s blood, it’s not happening on Swift’s watch.

Every kid in the room who comes up to her, meanwhile, gets not only a selfie but a conversation. “Little children! I must attend to them,” she says, apologizing for running off in the middle of a conversation. An eleven-year-old girl sheepishly tells Swift she’s from New Jersey. “I spent the summers going down to the Jersey Shore,” says Swift and poses for four apparently blurry selfies before gently taking the phone from the girl’s hand. “You’re really bad at this,” Swift jokes, taking the photo herself. The girl is going to be at Z100’s Jingle Ball concert, where Swift is the closing performer, that night. “I go on really late,” Swift warns her. “Do you drink coffee?” The girl says she drinks Frappuccinos. “OK,” says Swift, “drink a Frappuccino and you might be able to stay awake long enough to see me.”

“New York City, it’s good to be home! I’m Taylor,” says Swift. It’s shortly before midnight, and she’s standing onstage at Madison Square Garden addressing a screaming crowd of 17,000 as if she’s talking to one of her girlfriends on the phone. Dressed in red plaid high-waisted pants and a matching crop top, her hair feathered like Blondie-era Debbie Harry, she blazes through four hits before announcing that she has officially turned 25. “I know why you choose music—it’s because you want to escape from haters and frenemies,” Swift tells the crowd, instructing us to exchange nods of solidarity with our neighbors. “This is the last song of the night,” she continues. “No one’s gonna judge you for how you dance during this song. New York City, are you ready?” The place goes nuts.

Swift returns to her apartment well past midnight, orders sushi, and sets up a makeshift photo booth to host what seems like every famous person in music. She has invited all her fellow performers (Iggy Azalea, Charli XCX, Ariana Grande, Sam Smith, Nick Jonas), along with other friends ranging from Kloss to Abigail Anderson—Swift’s best friend since freshman year of high school in suburban Hendersonville, Tennessee—to Justin Timberlake and Jay Z and Beyoncé. “I have, like, 20 different people flying in,” Swift had told me the day before. “My friends are staying in every room.” Her mother, Andrea, however—who flew in from Nashville earlier laden with decorations now draped over mirrors and mantels, with every window in the place (I lose count at fifteen) garlanded as well—isn’t there. “I think a twenty-fifth birthday, no mother should be there,” Andrea told me. “You need to know when to step away.”

The next time I catch up with Swift, she’s still in her PJs at 11:15 on a perfect sunny January morning at her house in Beverly Hills. In the month since I saw her turn 25 she’s become the proud owner of a bejeweled necklace (a birthday gift from Dunham) bearing the image of her kitten Olivia; danced like crazy with Beyoncé and the Haim sisters at a Justin Timberlake concert in Brooklyn; bought the shirt off Hugh Jackman’s back (giving $6,000 to the Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS charity in the process) while seeing him perform on Broadway with her family; sent out a large batch of gift packages to her fans, one of which included a Swift painting of flowers and a check for $1,989 to help pay off a student loan; and rung in the New Year onstage in Times Square in front of a million people live and a billion more on TV and the Web. Since she’s been out West, though, she’s been doing what she can to catch up with friends, including “a lot of cooking nights,” hiking with Lorde, and wandering around Catalina Island eating ice cream with her girlfriends and her dad. When Lorde sounded stressed about going to the Golden Globes, Swift showed up in support wearing a bright-yellow dress (in honor of Lorde’s nominated song, “Yellow Flicker Beat”). “We just turned it into a girls’ night,” Swift says over the phone.

For both today and the foreseeable future, though, Swift is going to be all business getting ready for the 1989 world tour, which kicks off May 5 in Tokyo. There’s a set list to finalize, and wardrobe and production design to approve, and choreography to learn. She insists she’s not nearly as awkward a dancer as she pretends to be in the “Shake It Off” video: “If I get serious about choreography, I will learn it and I’ll do it correctly—most of the time,” she says.

Looking back on what’s been both a tumultuous and momentous time in her life, Swift says she and her family “had a lot of moments where we would look at each other and say, ‘Wow—I can’t believe people got it.’ You only hope for things like this.” She’s been trying to take it all as it comes. “I don’t get so caught up in the work that I don’t appreciate the crazy, incredible, astonishing, joyous success that’s happened,” she says. “Putting pressure on yourself is good, but putting unnecessary stress on yourself is bad—so I don’t worry that I haven’t started the next record yet. I don’t worry that I don’t know what it’s going to be. I’m not worried that I have absolutely no timetable as to when it needs to be done. It could be two years from now; it could be three, it could be four. Or it could be one. You get these bursts of inspiration right at the moment you’re not expecting to. You just have to live your life, and hopefully you’ll take the right risks.”

Kloss, for her part, has been maintaining the kind of schedule that would seem to require its own air-traffic controller. After a short break back home in St. Louis, she’s been back and forth to Paris twice in early January alone as part of her new job as a L’Oréal Paris spokesperson; to the Florida Keys for a Bruce Weber shoot; and to L.A. and Paris again for L’Oréal. Next up: back to L.A. for the Oscars before ramping up for Fashion Weeks in New York, Milan, and Paris. “In moderation it can be really fun,” says Kloss, who’s cut the 60 shows she used to walk at the start of her career down to a fraction of that. “For me, runway is an opportunity to perform.”

She’s also practically bursting to tell me some big news: She’s been accepted to NYU’s Gallatin School of Individualized Study. (NYU alum Christy Turlington Burns wrote her letter of recommendation.) “I was waiting for the mail to arrive every single day,” she says. “It’s something that I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.” Kloss doesn’t yet know what she’ll study; for now, she’s just excited to be taking classes. “I’ll still be working full-time,” she says. “I’m incredibly ambitious and have lots of goals within my career that I’m not slowing down on anytime soon.”

Swift says she and her friends don’t talk much about work. “The fun thing about my friends is that they don’t necessarily know a lot about what I do business-wise,” she says. The first time Kloss ever saw Swift pick up a guitar and noodle around on it was during the photo shoot for this story. “I’m not one of those singers who’s always like, ‘Look at me!’ ” says Swift. “I’m not the person who grabs the guitar at a party and wants all the attention. I have attention on me enough, so I want my friends to just like me because we have things in common rather than me sitting in a corner being like, ‘Listen to this song that I wrote about my life!’ ”

No matter how busy they are, though, Swift and Kloss continue to make time for each other. Swift recently had Kloss over to her place for a night of cooking pasta with model Martha Hunt, stylist Ashley Avignone, and Tavi Gevinson. A few days later that same group went to dinner at Ralph Lauren’s restaurant, the Polo Bar, in midtown. (“The French fries were delicious,” says Kloss.)

Kloss says that bringing together disparate women from different industries may be Swift’s most unsung talent. “I’ve met a lot of really great girls through Taylor. She’s incredible at connecting people who might not normally meet. We’re all in different jobs, but we’ve become strong friends who are there for each other—a sisterhood of girls, a support team. But we’re also just normal 20-something girls, and I think you have to have people that you can be that with. You know, real friends are hard to find—and Taylor’s a real friend. There’s nothing better.”

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On the Road with Best Friends Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss

Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss have forged the kinds of careers—and the kind of friendship—that people dream about.

One of the first things Taylor Swift did after moving from Nashville to her sprawling two-story penthouse in New York’s Tribeca was cover a wall of her den with framed, blown-up Polaroids of the most important people in her life. “This is when me and Karlie first met,” she says, pointing to a picture of her grinning and hugging model Karlie Kloss backstage at the 2013 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, where Kloss walked the runway in pink underwear and giant psychedelic wings and Swift performed with Fall Out Boy. The caption, handwritten in Sharpie, reads BEST FRIENDS FOREVER VS2013 and feels rather prescient given how close the two have become over the past year or so, with a road trip to Big Sur (dreamily documented on Instagram), restaurant outings, shopping excursions, sleepovers, texting marathons, ModelFit and SoulCycle sessions, and a second joint VS outing late last year in London, where, as the pair walked side by side down the runway in black lace, they exchanged “Can you believe this?!” grins—two friends on top of the world.

Lena Dunham and Cara Delevingne also make the Polaroid wall, as does Swift’s younger brother, Austin, 22, a senior at Notre Dame, standing next to his sister in the matching red plaid adult onesies she bought for her family last Christmas. A Polaroid captioned squirrel invasion documents the first time Swift met Lorde (whom Swift calls by her given name, Ella), as the two set out for dinner at Shake Shack in Madison Square Park only to be attacked by rodents. “We were taking these photos, and all of a sudden, like in a horror movie, there were squirrels sitting on our shoulders trying to eat our food,” says Swift, reenacting the moment. “Perched, like parrots! They’re like, ‘We deserve French fries, and we’re going to take them from you.’ ”

Swift click-clacks through her kitchen to her living room in black stiletto Louboutins, plops down on a burnt-orange velvet sofa, wiggles into a slouch, and props those heels up on a tufted brown-leather ottoman. Everything in the apartment is rendered in velvet, leather, and wood in dark, rich earth and jewel tones, from her rosewood Steinway grand piano to her pool table (where VS models Behati Prinsloo and Lily Aldridge apparently proved themselves to be quite the sharks when they came over earlier in the week).

It’s two days before her twenty-fifth birthday, and Swift is brimming with the confidence of a young woman who’s come into her own. It’s been quite a year: She not only moved to New York, away from her family; she’s also taken risks with her sound, stepping back from the world of country to embrace the throwback purity of eighties pop—with amazing success. “Blank Space,” a defiant (and impossible-not-to-sing-along-to) response to the media’s depiction of her as a crazed man-eater, enjoyed a seven-week run atop the Billboard Hot 100. Swift also became the first female in the chart’s 56-year history to replace herself at No. 1 (her earlier single was the now-ubiquitous “Shake It Off”). Both are from her remarkable new album, 1989, named after the year she was born, which has sold more than six million copies and become, along the way, the fastest-moving rec­ord of the past decade. Saturday Night Live, meanwhile, aired a parody commercial for Swiftamine, a drug to treat the epidemic of vertigo in adults who suddenly realize how much they love Taylor Swift. “People are finally starting to discuss her artistry—how she’s on the level of some of the great all-time songwriters,” says Jack Antonoff of the band fun., who’s co-written several songs with Swift and likens her deeply personal storytelling to new chapters of a book the whole world wants to read. “The other day my grandmother was asking me about 1989. We’re all talking about it. In my lifetime, I haven’t experienced that since Michael Jackson—that one artist who stands above and unites us all.”

Swift has also remixed her personal life. For starters, the once-hopeless romantic who laid her emotions bare in songs about whirlwind love affairs and their aftermaths, like “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” (reportedly about Jake Gyllenhaal) or “I Knew You Were Trouble” and 1989’s “Out of the Woods” (reportedly about Harry Styles), is pushing back at critics who have dismissed her as boy-obsessed. The tongue-in-cheek “Blank Space” video shows her stabbing a heart-shaped cake with a butcher’s knife, setting a boyfriend’s clothes on fire, and taking a golf club to his gorgeous silver sports car. Kloss, Dunham, and Delevingne, meanwhile, are part of a close-knit group of powerful women friends that Swift has been building over the past few years. Members also include Selena Gomez, whom Swift has known since they were both teenagers dating Jonas brothers; Jaime King, a kind of Earth Mother figure; and the Haim sisters, whom she met last fall. Devoting this much time to her female friendships started out as a reaction, Swift says, “to the way people were overreacting to my life. I was really irritated by the whole serial-dater play that people tried to make about me.”

She responded by pulling the plug on her love life. “I just decided I wasn’t willing to provide them that kind of entertainment anymore,” she says. “I wasn’t going to go out on dates and have them be allowed to take pictures and say whatever they wanted about our body language. I wasn’t going to sit next to somebody and flirt with them for five minutes, because I know the next day he’ll be rumored to be my boyfriend. I just kind of took the narrative back. It’s unfortunate I had to do that. And it’s unfortunate that now I have this feeling like if I were to open myself up to love, that would be a career weakness.” Instead, Swift is emerging as a powerful figure for teenage girls and young women—someone who takes to task critics and bullies and, yes, men who’ve wronged her, and provides a shining example of a woman shaping her own destiny.

“This last year has felt very different than any other year of my life,” Swift tells me. “I’ve felt more settled and unapologetic about who I am and what I stand for. I think that might be one of those symptoms of growing up and becoming your own person, and depending less on other people’s opinions of you. I just hope that keeps going—because I’m liking it.”

Swift is describing her philosophy about making friends—basically, wear ’em down till they like you—when Kloss sweeps into the apartment, a six-foot-one beam of sunshine. Though Swift and Kloss have known each other for only a year, their best-friendship, they tell me, was instantaneous. They’re a striking pair, particularly now that Kloss’s formerly tawny hair is blonde. “When I did SNL they both came, and at the after-party it was so confusing to everyone, like these Amazon twins,” says Dunham. “Taylor’s so tall, Karlie’s even taller, and together it’s just surreal.”

If Swift wears heels and Kloss wears flats, they’re the same height. But today, Kloss has messed up the equation by wearing skintight Tamara Mellon leather leggings with boots attached. “All-in-one, baby,” she says, showing them off as she walks the floor bearing a tin of her gluten- and dairy-free Karlie’s Kookies, from her collaboration with Milk Bar.

“They’re kind of the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” Swift gushes. “You look like Catwoman!” Kloss says they’re custom-made, but she can hook Swift up with a pair. “They’re pretty good,” says Kloss, “but I can’t take them back to St. Louis. When I go home, if I have even an ounce of New York attitude, my family’s like, ‘Nope, nope.’ They don’t let it happen.” “They’re like, ‘You with your shoe pants, you leave those outside!’” says Swift, laughing. “You put on some real pants!”

Though Kloss seems to have a keen awareness of every stitch of fashion she has on her body, when I ask Swift who made her black knit tank dress, she has no idea.

Kloss notices the dress, too. “What is this? Alaïa?”

Swift turns to me for help. “I don’t know—do I have a tag in there?” she asks, lifting up her fluffy fair hair and leaning her back toward me. rvn, the tag reads. “My stylist put it in my closet,” she says, burying her face in her hands.

Somehow, though, despite their differing levels of fashion expertise, they often tend to dress the same. “The other night I came over,” says Kloss, “and we were both going someplace from here, and we were both wearing black crop tops and high-waisted skirts. It’s kind of getting weird.”

“Black tights, hair done the same way,” says Swift. “Just like, ‘Ugh, be more annoying.’ We couldn’t possibly be.

“People had been telling us for years we needed to meet,” she adds. “I remember makeup artists and hair people going, ‘Doesn’t she remind you of Karlie? God, she and Karlie would be best friends. They’re the same. Karlie’s such a good girl. She brings us cookies every time we do a shoot.’ ”

“Still do,” says Kloss. As a teen she made them from scratch. Now she makes them professionally—Karlie’s Kookies raises money for charities like FEED, Hurricane Sandy relief, and the CFDA. In addition to the baking venture, Kloss has studied at Harvard Business School (her boyfriend of two years, Joshua Kushner, an early investor in Instagram who recently cofounded the health-care start-up Oscar, is an alumnus) and is now learning computer coding.

A mutual friend, Kloss’s fellow VS model Lily Aldridge, introduced her to Swift, “and we were just like, ‘You. My friend. Now,’ ” says Swift. A few months later they saw each other again at an Oscars after-party, and Kloss suggested they do something spontaneous. “I’d been to Big Sur once before, and I was like, ‘We should just do it,’ ” says Swift.

They walked beneath the redwoods, ran on the beach at sunset, took a picture hanging off the state-park sign with Kloss wearing Swift’s sweater, the front of which spelled out genius. “It’s ironic, clearly,” Swift is quick to add.
When I ask what they bonded over, they shrug. “We’re both normal people,” says Kloss.

“We’re real girls,” says Swift, who, as if on cue, drops part of the cookie she’s eating on her dress, picks it up, and eats it. “Five-second rule.”

Swift is, by all accounts, an amazing person to be friends with. She cooks, she bakes, she does the dishes; she’s a fantastic host, she gives great gifts. She has a collection of old-timey nightgowns that she and her friends wear while watching television and—technology aside—pretending they’re living in frontier days. (Swift, who shows me a picture on her phone of her, Cara Delevingne, and Kendall Jenner all lying in her bed looking like Little House on the Prairie, inspired Dunham to start her own collection.) Every hang, it seems, ends in a dance party in her kitchen. Dunham calls her “the Betty Crocker of friendships” and says she’s most impressed by how Swift always has time for the people she loves. “It’s amazing to have a friend who’s that busy and also so available,” says Dunham. “Even if she’s in Hong Kong on tour and I’m going through something, if I text her, I get an answer in two seconds. If something good happens to me—say, I get a nomination, or it’s my birthday, or the day before my birthday, or my book comes out—I get a text from Taylor way before I get a text from my mom.”

Some of Swift’s eagerness to make friends probably comes from her having felt like an outcast while growing up. “I have lots of issues from school,” she says. “You can tell, probably.” Essentially, she left the small Pennsylvania town where she was made fun of for her music and formed a close community where she’s now surrounded by people with similar talents and creative ambitions. It’s a kind of high school do-over in which she can join whatever clique she wants—or decide to abolish cliques altogether. When I ask Swift which metaphorical lunch table she sits at now, she immediately gets what I’m saying. “I want to make the table as big as possible, and I want everyone to sit with me,” she says.

The next day at Billboard’s Women in Music Awards luncheon (where Aretha Franklin sings her an impromptu “Happy Birthday” that Swift later tweets will take her decades to recover from), she sings along to every song, from performances to montages—she knows the words to everything. If female musicians are supposed to all be out for one another’s blood, it’s not happening on Swift’s watch.

Every kid in the room who comes up to her, meanwhile, gets not only a selfie but a conversation. “Little children! I must attend to them,” she says, apologizing for running off in the middle of a conversation. An eleven-year-old girl sheepishly tells Swift she’s from New Jersey. “I spent the summers going down to the Jersey Shore,” says Swift and poses for four apparently blurry selfies before gently taking the phone from the girl’s hand. “You’re really bad at this,” Swift jokes, taking the photo herself. The girl is going to be at Z100’s Jingle Ball concert, where Swift is the closing performer, that night. “I go on really late,” Swift warns her. “Do you drink coffee?” The girl says she drinks Frappuccinos. “OK,” says Swift, “drink a Frappuccino and you might be able to stay awake long enough to see me.”

“New York City, it’s good to be home! I’m Taylor,” says Swift. It’s shortly before midnight, and she’s standing onstage at Madison Square Garden addressing a screaming crowd of 17,000 as if she’s talking to one of her girlfriends on the phone. Dressed in red plaid high-waisted pants and a matching crop top, her hair feathered like Blondie-era Debbie Harry, she blazes through four hits before announcing that she has officially turned 25. “I know why you choose music—it’s because you want to escape from haters and frenemies,” Swift tells the crowd, instructing us to exchange nods of solidarity with our neighbors. “This is the last song of the night,” she continues. “No one’s gonna judge you for how you dance during this song. New York City, are you ready?” The place goes nuts.

Swift returns to her apartment well past midnight, orders sushi, and sets up a makeshift photo booth to host what seems like every famous person in music. She has invited all her fellow performers (Iggy Azalea, Charli XCX, Ariana Grande, Sam Smith, Nick Jonas), along with other friends ranging from Kloss to Abigail Anderson—Swift’s best friend since freshman year of high school in suburban Hendersonville, Tennessee—to Justin Timberlake and Jay Z and Beyoncé. “I have, like, 20 different people flying in,” Swift had told me the day before. “My friends are staying in every room.” Her mother, Andrea, however—who flew in from Nashville earlier laden with decorations now draped over mirrors and mantels, with every window in the place (I lose count at fifteen) garlanded as well—isn’t there. “I think a twenty-fifth birthday, no mother should be there,” Andrea told me. “You need to know when to step away.”

The next time I catch up with Swift, she’s still in her PJs at 11:15 on a perfect sunny January morning at her house in Beverly Hills. In the month since I saw her turn 25 she’s become the proud owner of a bejeweled necklace (a birthday gift from Dunham) bearing the image of her kitten Olivia; danced like crazy with Beyoncé and the Haim sisters at a Justin Timberlake concert in Brooklyn; bought the shirt off Hugh Jackman’s back (giving $6,000 to the Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS charity in the process) while seeing him perform on Broadway with her family; sent out a large batch of gift packages to her fans, one of which included a Swift painting of flowers and a check for $1,989 to help pay off a student loan; and rung in the New Year onstage in Times Square in front of a million people live and a billion more on TV and the Web. Since she’s been out West, though, she’s been doing what she can to catch up with friends, including “a lot of cooking nights,” hiking with Lorde, and wandering around Catalina Island eating ice cream with her girlfriends and her dad. When Lorde sounded stressed about going to the Golden Globes, Swift showed up in support wearing a bright-yellow dress (in honor of Lorde’s nominated song, “Yellow Flicker Beat”). “We just turned it into a girls’ night,” Swift says over the phone.

For both today and the foreseeable future, though, Swift is going to be all business getting ready for the 1989 world tour, which kicks off May 5 in Tokyo. There’s a set list to finalize, and wardrobe and production design to approve, and choreography to learn. She insists she’s not nearly as awkward a dancer as she pretends to be in the “Shake It Off” video: “If I get serious about choreography, I will learn it and I’ll do it correctly—most of the time,” she says.

Looking back on what’s been both a tumultuous and momentous time in her life, Swift says she and her family “had a lot of moments where we would look at each other and say, ‘Wow—I can’t believe people got it.’ You only hope for things like this.” She’s been trying to take it all as it comes. “I don’t get so caught up in the work that I don’t appreciate the crazy, incredible, astonishing, joyous success that’s happened,” she says. “Putting pressure on yourself is good, but putting unnecessary stress on yourself is bad—so I don’t worry that I haven’t started the next record yet. I don’t worry that I don’t know what it’s going to be. I’m not worried that I have absolutely no timetable as to when it needs to be done. It could be two years from now; it could be three, it could be four. Or it could be one. You get these bursts of inspiration right at the moment you’re not expecting to. You just have to live your life, and hopefully you’ll take the right risks.”

Kloss, for her part, has been maintaining the kind of schedule that would seem to require its own air-traffic controller. After a short break back home in St. Louis, she’s been back and forth to Paris twice in early January alone as part of her new job as a L’Oréal Paris spokesperson; to the Florida Keys for a Bruce Weber shoot; and to L.A. and Paris again for L’Oréal. Next up: back to L.A. for the Oscars before ramping up for Fashion Weeks in New York, Milan, and Paris. “In moderation it can be really fun,” says Kloss, who’s cut the 60 shows she used to walk at the start of her career down to a fraction of that. “For me, runway is an opportunity to perform.”

She’s also practically bursting to tell me some big news: She’s been accepted to NYU’s Gallatin School of Individualized Study. (NYU alum Christy Turlington Burns wrote her letter of recommendation.) “I was waiting for the mail to arrive every single day,” she says. “It’s something that I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.” Kloss doesn’t yet know what she’ll study; for now, she’s just excited to be taking classes. “I’ll still be working full-time,” she says. “I’m incredibly ambitious and have lots of goals within my career that I’m not slowing down on anytime soon.”

Swift says she and her friends don’t talk much about work. “The fun thing about my friends is that they don’t necessarily know a lot about what I do business-wise,” she says. The first time Kloss ever saw Swift pick up a guitar and noodle around on it was during the photo shoot for this story. “I’m not one of those singers who’s always like, ‘Look at me!’ ” says Swift. “I’m not the person who grabs the guitar at a party and wants all the attention. I have attention on me enough, so I want my friends to just like me because we have things in common rather than me sitting in a corner being like, ‘Listen to this song that I wrote about my life!’ ”

No matter how busy they are, though, Swift and Kloss continue to make time for each other. Swift recently had Kloss over to her place for a night of cooking pasta with model Martha Hunt, stylist Ashley Avignone, and Tavi Gevinson. A few days later that same group went to dinner at Ralph Lauren’s restaurant, the Polo Bar, in midtown. (“The French fries were delicious,” says Kloss.)

Kloss says that bringing together disparate women from different industries may be Swift’s most unsung talent. “I’ve met a lot of really great girls through Taylor. She’s incredible at connecting people who might not normally meet. We’re all in different jobs, but we’ve become strong friends who are there for each other—a sisterhood of girls, a support team. But we’re also just normal 20-something girls, and I think you have to have people that you can be that with. You know, real friends are hard to find—and Taylor’s a real friend. There’s nothing better.”

World Famous Couple Drabble: VS Fashion Show

it’s late. sorry if this sucks.

“I don’t know what to expect. (Your Name) left early this morning before I even woke up.” I whispered to Za and Kylie.

“So did Ken. I’m excited though, to be honest I’m jealous you’re dating (Your Name).” Kylie laughed.

We sat front row at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. (Your Name) had sent me multiple snapchats of her, Hailey, Kendall, and Gigi. Though all of them looked stunning, (Your Name) had a sort of glow tonight, at least in the pictures. Her makeup matched her skin tone perfectly and the dark eyeshadow made her brown eyes fade into golden rays. She always had the most captivating eyes I’ve ever come across. As a couple minutes passed, the producer of the show let us know that cameras would be rolling in two minutes. I texted (Your Name) a good luck text, knowing she’s constantly on her phone. Waiting for the show to start, I scrolled through Instagram. (Your Name) had posted a picture of her and Kendall. Through the mirror behind them, you could see Gigi had taken it. They were in their VS robes and in their hands were two large cheeseburgers which made me stifle a laugh. (Your Name)’s caption read: “The truth about modeling. December 8th.”

The lights dimmed as I shut off my phone. Za clapped his hands together obnoxiously, not wanting this night to end before it even started.

Ariana opened the show with “Dangerous Woman” the only models I knew so far were Gigi and Rachel. During the second chorus, Hailey and (Your Name) walked onstage in nothing but red lace. My eyes popped out of my head as I set a reminder to give (Your Name) a night she’ll never forget after the show. The two strutted down the runway as claps were formed throughout the hall. Za and I whistled for them. (Your Name) spotted me and sent me wink, her hands on her hips as she faded backstage. I hit Za on be shoulder.

“Holy shit. I think that was my sexual fantasy come to life.” I joked.

“The night’s still young, JB.” He patted me on the back.

Taylor Swift was next. She was a good friend of (Your Name)’s as well as mine. She performed Blank Space and Style. During Style, (Your Name) had a solo walk, and my eyes never left her figure. She was dressed in a pink cotton set, with a lace robe that trailed behind her. Across from me, I noticed a couple guys giving the same reactions as me and my friends. My ears steamed at the men treating my girlfriend like a piece of meat. Their tongues were practically sticking out, and though she was unbelievably sexy, I wasn’t that desperate. But (Your Name) had a different approach. She ate it all up, even blew kisses and giggled towards the audience. Obviously, she was a crowd favorite tonight. I mean, yeah she’s beautiful but she’s mine, okay? Can’t they get that through their heads?

Kendall had a debut performance with the overpriced bra. Her proud sister sat next to me as we all cheered her on. When she show ended, I texted (Your Name) asking where we were supposed to go backstage. She told us to go to the left of the stage, to which we obeyed and made our way backstage. Kendall was the first one we saw as we congratulated her multiple times and gave hugs. Gigi and Hailey ate some French fries in the corner while conversing with other models. After greeting them, I asked where (Your Name) was and Hailey told me she was outside the door with a bunch of fans.

“Fans” my ass. She’s probably with those hormonal underage men that are probably still in college. As I made my way to the door, I spotted (Your Name). She was still dressed in the lingerie, and was the center of attention among many other guys around my age. They were huddled around her, and before I could move through the crowd, she spotted me suddenly. She broke free, but the eyes never left her.

“Justin!” She shouted and smiled. I can’t be mad at her…it’s her night, she’s so happy.

“Hi, babygirl.” I greeted her.

Since we had an audience, I figured it was time someone set these boys straight. I took her lips into mine as our lips crashed together perfectly. We full on made out in front of everyone in the hallway as I hoped it would stop them from staring. I pulled away and noticed that my actions had no effect on them. Frustrated, I pulled (Your Name) inside as she waved her “fans” goodbye.

“So…baby you were amazing tonight.” I cooed.

“Aw, Justin. Thank you. I’m so glad you were here. I’m actually kind of busy though. I have interviews and a couple of those guys wanted to take pictures-”

“No, (Your Name)!” I shouted a little to harshly. She was taken aback by my words.

“What?” She laughed lightly.

“Those guys are all over you. I don’t like the way they look at you or treat you like you’re some kind of object!” I stated fairly.

“You mean just like how I heard you whistling and groaning all the way from the first row?” She crossed her arms and smirked.

In the midst of talking, (Your Name) threw on a light pink T-shirt.

“(Your Name)…I’m your boyfriend and you belong to me. I just want them to all know that you’re not available and you’ve already got a guy who loves you for more than your body.”

(Your Name) leaned in and pecked my lips.

“And that is why you’re the best guy to have around. Don’t worry, Justin. This is strictly business and friendly love towards a couple of fans. Not ever would I put some random, horny dude over you. You’re my soulmate.”

“That’s really good to hear.” I smiled.

“Ok, I’ll be right back. You stay here and we can go home in a half hour I promise. Then you can have me all to yourself.” She whispered seductively.

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words.”

My Angel - Niall

Requested by anon! Also, thank you to everyone for being so patient while I was on vacation. 


It was the first time you were getting a pair of wings for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. This had been your dream for as long as you could remember, and it was finally coming true. You’d been working with Victoria’s Secret for a little over four years and tonight you were walking down the runway with huge wings on your back and an even bigger smile on your face. From watching the shows in the past you heard other models, your coworkers, and friends talk about how exhilarating it is to walk down the catwalk your first time. You couldn’t wait to see if it lived up to all the hype.

You were nervous of course, but all of your nerves were masked by your excitement. It was almost your turn to walk. The music was pounding through the speakers as The Weeknd performed. You were overwhelmed as one by one, models filed off the stage with glowing smiles on their faces as your ears were filled with their squeals. As the last girl in front of you went, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. This was finally the moment you would get all to yourself after four years of working tirelessly. You were going to bask in it.

You stepped out onto the stage and turned down the runway. The stage lights blinded you, making you unable to see any of the audience members. The cameras flashed and the audience cheered as you made your way past The Weeknd. He threw a supportive wink in your direction that solidified your confidence as you threw out your pose at the end of the walkway. You ended it with a flirty wink to the audience, as if to pass on the wink that The Weeknd gave to you.

You strutted your way backstage with a huge smile on your face. There were cameras positioned to catch a model’s reaction as she came off stage. You squealed into the camera and yelled, “That was awesome!”.

Some VS Fashion Show veterans saw you and smiled like it reminded them of what their first time down the stage was like. You saw other new girls in the lineup that looked as nervous as you most likely did. You gave them a reassuring smile and knew that they would kill it, just like you did.

You didn’t have time to gush anymore, you needed to be back up in the dressing room for your next outfit.


Niall sat there with stars in his eyes from the front row. It was almost ironic that after three years of you going to his shows and sitting in the front row and watching him perform, he was now on hiatus and could watch you at your shows.

He knew how important this big night was to you and he promised you he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Watching other models and performers on that stage was fun, but watching you walk down that stage was something he would never forget. You literally took his breath away when he first laid eyes on you in your first set of wings. You were gorgeous.

After regaining his composure, he cheered right along with the audience. He probably was the loudest person there. He knew you couldn’t see him, with experience of how blinding the lights actually are, but he could’ve sworn that when you threw your wink out there, it was for him. He obviously knew it was just for the show and you didn’t even know where he was in the audience (It was lucky he even got these seats, but apparently throwing the name Niall Horan around works), but he was such a proud boyfriend that he couldn’t help but to feel that way.

Not only was he proud of who you were as a model, but of who you were as a person. You the sweetest and kindest person he’d ever know. You were never one to talk badly about the other models you worked with, even though a lot of them seemed like divas in his opinion. You were intelligent, witty, funny, caring, determined, hard-working, and that only began to scratch the surface of everything he loved about you.

As you walked backstage and he lost sight of you, he could only muster up one thing to say. 

“That’s my angel.”

Won't You Hold My Hand

AKA the one with reluctant flyer!Derek and enthusiastic flyer!Stiles that no one asked for

(that I wrote on the plane weeks ago, but finally forced myself to finish)


Stiles sits in his aisle seat and repeatedly bounces his leg up and down. He eagerly glances out the window to watch as the aircrew de-ice the wing. “Isn’t flying so cool?” Stiles asks the guy sitting next to him. The man has a death grip on his legs and his eyes are squeezed tightly shut. He also just may be the most gorgeous man Stiles has ever seen.

“That’s one way to put it,” the man replies as he opens his eyes to glance at Stiles.

“This flying hunk of metal is about to get all of these people and their crap back to California, and right now they’re spraying green Ghostbuster goo on the wings so they don’t ice over. Science is so fucking cool.”

The guy hums in agreement, but squeezes his eyes closed again. The pilot announces that they’re now ready for takeoff, and the plane pulls away from the gate. Stiles glances at the man who seems to have become even more nervous, if that’s possible, and says, “It’s going to be fine, dude. They do this all the time. If it actually wasn’t safe enough to fly right now, we wouldn’t be.”

The guy nods curtly. The plane turns to begin down the runway and Stiles says, “Well, at least squeeze the shit out my hand instead of your legs.” The guy glances at Stiles, and Stiles beams back at him and offers his hand. The man accepts it, and Stiles Stiles laces their fingers together.

As the plane speeds down the runway, Stiles rubs his thumb against the man’s hand. The man’s eyes are tightly shut; Stiles takes the moment to actually look at him. He’s jaw-droppingly gorgeous with the perfect amount of scruff. His hands are calloused, but firm, like he’s not afraid of a little manual labor. As the plan bounces as they gain altitude, the man squeezes Stiles’ hand tighter. Stiles covers their linked hands with his right hand and smooths it across the man’s hand. Stiles smiles at the man and looks out the window to watch the ascent.

Once the plane levels out and turns in the right direction, the man turns to look at Stiles. “Sorry about that,” he says.

“Not a problem,” Stiles replies, “I’m Stiles by the way.”

“Derek,” the man answers, “I think I’m okay to have my hand back now.”

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Anonymous asked: Can you write a Matthew Gray Gubler imagine where you go on a plane and he sits next to you and you start reading a book of Edgar Allan Poe poems and he asks sth about it, and you two start discussing it and you say it’s your favorite writer and he says it’s his favorite too and you talk about the poem Annabel Lee and fluff and so on :) :) And it’s a long flight like from Europe to the US :)


Author’s Note: My dear anon, I apologize for the wait on this imagine, but I hope this was worth the wait! Enjoy my beautiful human! I love you!

Writer: samanthaofanarchy


I was utterly exhausted. I had been working runway shows in London for the past 3 weeks and I just wanted to go home.

I was a makeup artist hired to work on the Victoria’s Secret models during the VS Fashion Show and the filming of their commercials, and while London was lovely and all of the people I had been working with, including the models, were super nice, I missed my little, cozy, apartment in Seattle, Washington. I missed walking around the city and taking long strolls along the shores of the Puget Sound.

As I was dreaming of my bed, my flight was called. I had a first-class seat, courtesy of VS, which I greatly appreciated, and as I sat down, I pulled out my book of poetry by Edgar Allan Poe. I was reading my favorite poem, when I noticed the chair next to me was now occupied.

I glanced out of my peripheral at the man now in the aisle seat and realized it was none other than Matthew Gray Gubler from Criminal Minds! His character, Dr. Spencer Reid, was my favorite one from the show. I couldn’t believe he was sitting next to me! I knew I had to remain calm, so I decided I would go back to reading.

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On the Road with Best Friends Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss

Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss have forged the kinds of careers—and the kind of friendship—that people dream about.

One of the first things Taylor Swift did after moving from Nashville to her sprawling two-story penthouse in New York’s Tribeca was cover a wall of her den with framed, blown-up Polaroids of the most important people in her life. “This is when me and Karlie first met,” she says, pointing to a picture of her grinning and hugging model Karlie Kloss backstage at the 2013 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, where Kloss walked the runway in pink underwear and giant psychedelic wings and Swift performed with Fall Out Boy. The caption, handwritten in Sharpie, reads BEST FRIENDS FOREVER VS2013 and feels rather prescient given how close the two have become over the past year or so, with a road trip to Big Sur (dreamily documented on Instagram), restaurant outings, shopping excursions, sleepovers, texting marathons, ModelFit and SoulCycle sessions, and a second joint VS outing late last year in London, where, as the pair walked side by side down the runway in black lace, they exchanged “Can you believe this?!” grins—two friends on top of the world.

Lena Dunham and Cara Delevingne also make the Polaroid wall, as does Swift’s younger brother, Austin, 22, a senior at Notre Dame, standing next to his sister in the matching red plaid adult onesies she bought for her family last Christmas. A Polaroid captioned squirrel invasion documents the first time Swift met Lorde (whom Swift calls by her given name, Ella), as the two set out for dinner at Shake Shack in Madison Square Park only to be attacked by rodents. “We were taking these photos, and all of a sudden, like in a horror movie, there were squirrels sitting on our shoulders trying to eat our food,” says Swift, reenacting the moment. “Perched, like parrots! They’re like, ‘We deserve French fries, and we’re going to take them from you.’ ”

Swift click-clacks through her kitchen to her living room in black stiletto Louboutins, plops down on a burnt-orange velvet sofa, wiggles into a slouch, and props those heels up on a tufted brown-leather ottoman. Everything in the apartment is rendered in velvet, leather, and wood in dark, rich earth and jewel tones, from her rosewood Steinway grand piano to her pool table (where VS models Behati Prinsloo and Lily Aldridge apparently proved themselves to be quite the sharks when they came over earlier in the week).

It’s two days before her twenty-fifth birthday, and Swift is brimming with the confidence of a young woman who’s come into her own. It’s been quite a year: She not only moved to New York, away from her family; she’s also taken risks with her sound, stepping back from the world of country to embrace the throwback purity of eighties pop—with amazing success. “Blank Space,” a defiant (and impossible-not-to-sing-along-to) response to the media’s depiction of her as a crazed man-eater, enjoyed a seven-week run atop the Billboard Hot 100. Swift also became the first female in the chart’s 56-year history to replace herself at No. 1 (her earlier single was the now-ubiquitous “Shake It Off”). Both are from her remarkable new album, 1989, named after the year she was born, which has sold more than six million copies and become, along the way, the fastest-moving rec­ord of the past decade. Saturday Night Live, meanwhile, aired a parody commercial for Swiftamine, a drug to treat the epidemic of vertigo in adults who suddenly realize how much they love Taylor Swift. “People are finally starting to discuss her artistry—how she’s on the level of some of the great all-time songwriters,” says Jack Antonoff of the band fun., who’s co-written several songs with Swift and likens her deeply personal storytelling to new chapters of a book the whole world wants to read. “The other day my grandmother was asking me about 1989. We’re all talking about it. In my lifetime, I haven’t experienced that since Michael Jackson—that one artist who stands above and unites us all.”

Swift has also remixed her personal life. For starters, the once-hopeless romantic who laid her emotions bare in songs about whirlwind love affairs and their aftermaths, like “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” (reportedly about Jake Gyllenhaal) or “I Knew You Were Trouble” and 1989’s “Out of the Woods” (reportedly about Harry Styles), is pushing back at critics who have dismissed her as boy-obsessed. The tongue-in-cheek “Blank Space” video shows her stabbing a heart-shaped cake with a butcher’s knife, setting a boyfriend’s clothes on fire, and taking a golf club to his gorgeous silver sports car. Kloss, Dunham, and Delevingne, meanwhile, are part of a close-knit group of powerful women friends that Swift has been building over the past few years. Members also include Selena Gomez, whom Swift has known since they were both teenagers dating Jonas brothers; Jaime King, a kind of Earth Mother figure; and the Haim sisters, whom she met last fall. Devoting this much time to her female friendships started out as a reaction, Swift says, “to the way people were overreacting to my life. I was really irritated by the whole serial-dater play that people tried to make about me.”

Taylor Swift vs. Karlie Kloss—Who’s the Best, Best Friend?

She responded by pulling the plug on her love life. “I just decided I wasn’t willing to provide them that kind of entertainment anymore,” she says. “I wasn’t going to go out on dates and have them be allowed to take pictures and say whatever they wanted about our body language. I wasn’t going to sit next to somebody and flirt with them for five minutes, because I know the next day he’ll be rumored to be my boyfriend. I just kind of took the narrative back. It’s unfortunate I had to do that. And it’s unfortunate that now I have this feeling like if I were to open myself up to love, that would be a career weakness.” Instead, Swift is emerging as a powerful figure for teenage girls and young women—someone who takes to task critics and bullies and, yes, men who’ve wronged her, and provides a shining example of a woman shaping her own destiny.

“This last year has felt very different than any other year of my life,” Swift tells me. “I’ve felt more settled and unapologetic about who I am and what I stand for. I think that might be one of those symptoms of growing up and becoming your own person, and depending less on other people’s opinions of you. I just hope that keeps going—because I’m liking it.”

Swift is describing her philosophy about making friends—basically, wear ’em down till they like you—when Kloss sweeps into the apartment, a six-foot-one beam of sunshine. Though Swift and Kloss have known each other for only a year, their best-friendship, they tell me, was instantaneous. They’re a striking pair, particularly now that Kloss’s formerly tawny hair is blonde. “When I did SNL they both came, and at the after-party it was so confusing to everyone, like these Amazon twins,” says Dunham. “Taylor’s so tall, Karlie’s even taller, and together it’s just surreal.”

If Swift wears heels and Kloss wears flats, they’re the same height. But today, Kloss has messed up the equation by wearing skintight Tamara Mellon leather leggings with boots attached. “All-in-one, baby,” she says, showing them off as she walks the floor bearing a tin of her gluten- and dairy-free Karlie’s Kookies, from her collaboration with Milk Bar.

“They’re kind of the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” Swift gushes. “You look like Catwoman!” Kloss says they’re custom-made, but she can hook Swift up with a pair. “They’re pretty good,” says Kloss, “but I can’t take them back to St. Louis. When I go home, if I have even an ounce of New York attitude, my family’s like, ‘Nope, nope.’ They don’t let it happen.” “They’re like, ‘You with your shoe pants, you leave those outside!’” says Swift, laughing. “You put on some real pants!”

Though Kloss seems to have a keen awareness of every stitch of fashion she has on her body, when I ask Swift who made her black knit tank dress, she has no idea.

Kloss notices the dress, too. “What is this? Alaïa?”

Swift turns to me for help. “I don’t know—do I have a tag in there?” she asks, lifting up her fluffy fair hair and leaning her back toward me. rvn, the tag reads. “My stylist put it in my closet,” she says, burying her face in her hands.

Somehow, though, despite their differing levels of fashion expertise, they often tend to dress the same. “The other night I came over,” says Kloss, “and we were both going someplace from here, and we were both wearing black crop tops and high-waisted skirts. It’s kind of getting weird.”

“Black tights, hair done the same way,” says Swift. “Just like, ‘Ugh, be more annoying.’ We couldn’t possibly be.

“People had been telling us for years we needed to meet,” she adds. “I remember makeup artists and hair people going, ‘Doesn’t she remind you of Karlie? God, she and Karlie would be best friends. They’re the same. Karlie’s such a good girl. She brings us cookies every time we do a shoot.’ ”

“Still do,” says Kloss. As a teen she made them from scratch. Now she makes them professionally—Karlie’s Kookies raises money for charities like FEED, Hurricane Sandy relief, and the CFDA. In addition to the baking venture, Kloss has studied at Harvard Business School (her boyfriend of two years, Joshua Kushner, an early investor in Instagram who recently cofounded the health-care start-up Oscar, is an alumnus) and is now learning computer coding.

A mutual friend, Kloss’s fellow VS model Lily Aldridge, introduced her to Swift, “and we were just like, ‘You. My friend. Now,’ ” says Swift. A few months later they saw each other again at an Oscars after-party, and Kloss suggested they do something spontaneous. “I’d been to Big Sur once before, and I was like, ‘We should just do it,’ ” says Swift.

They walked beneath the redwoods, ran on the beach at sunset, took a picture hanging off the state-park sign with Kloss wearing Swift’s sweater, the front of which spelled out genius. “It’s ironic, clearly,” Swift is quick to add. When I ask what they bonded over, they shrug. “We’re both normal people,” says Kloss.

“We’re real girls,” says Swift, who, as if on cue, drops part of the cookie she’s eating on her dress, picks it up, and eats it. “Five-second rule.”

Swift is, by all accounts, an amazing person to be friends with. She cooks, she bakes, she does the dishes; she’s a fantastic host, she gives great gifts. She has a collection of old-timey nightgowns that she and her friends wear while watching television and—technology aside—pretending they’re living in frontier days. (Swift, who shows me a picture on her phone of her, Cara Delevingne, and Kendall Jenner all lying in her bed looking like Little House on the Prairie, inspired Dunham to start her own collection.) Every hang, it seems, ends in a dance party in her kitchen. Dunham calls her “the Betty Crocker of friendships” and says she’s most impressed by how Swift always has time for the people she loves. “It’s amazing to have a friend who’s that busy and also so available,” says Dunham. “Even if she’s in Hong Kong on tour and I’m going through something, if I text her, I get an answer in two seconds. If something good happens to me—say, I get a nomination, or it’s my birthday, or the day before my birthday, or my book comes out—I get a text from Taylor way before I get a text from my mom.”

Some of Swift’s eagerness to make friends probably comes from her having felt like an outcast while growing up. “I have lots of issues from school,” she says. “You can tell, probably.” Essentially, she left the small Pennsylvania town where she was made fun of for her music and formed a close community where she’s now surrounded by people with similar talents and creative ambitions. It’s a kind of high school do-over in which she can join whatever clique she wants—or decide to abolish cliques altogether. When I ask Swift which metaphorical lunch table she sits at now, she immediately gets what I’m saying. “I want to make the table as big as possible, and I want everyone to sit with me,” she says.

The next day at Billboard’s Women in Music Awards luncheon (where Aretha Franklin sings her an impromptu “Happy Birthday” that Swift later tweets will take her decades to recover from), she sings along to every song, from performances to montages—she knows the words to everything. If female musicians are supposed to all be out for one another’s blood, it’s not happening on Swift’s watch.

Every kid in the room who comes up to her, meanwhile, gets not only a selfie but a conversation. “Little children! I must attend to them,” she says, apologizing for running off in the middle of a conversation. An eleven-year-old girl sheepishly tells Swift she’s from New Jersey. “I spent the summers going down to the Jersey Shore,” says Swift and poses for four apparently blurry selfies before gently taking the phone from the girl’s hand. “You’re really bad at this,” Swift jokes, taking the photo herself. The girl is going to be at Z100’s Jingle Ball concert, where Swift is the closing performer, that night. “I go on really late,” Swift warns her. “Do you drink coffee?” The girl says she drinks Frappuccinos. “OK,” says Swift, “drink a Frappuccino and you might be able to stay awake long enough to see me.”

“New York City, it’s good to be home! I’m Taylor,” says Swift. It’s shortly before midnight, and she’s standing onstage at Madison Square Garden addressing a screaming crowd of 17,000 as if she’s talking to one of her girlfriends on the phone. Dressed in red plaid high-waisted pants and a matching crop top, her hair feathered like Blondie-era Debbie Harry, she blazes through four hits before announcing that she has officially turned 25. “I know why you choose music—it’s because you want to escape from haters and frenemies,” Swift tells the crowd, instructing us to exchange nods of solidarity with our neighbors. “This is the last song of the night,” she continues. “No one’s gonna judge you for how you dance during this song. New York City, are you ready?” The place goes nuts.

Swift returns to her apartment well past midnight, orders sushi, and sets up a makeshift photo booth to host what seems like every famous person in music. She has invited all her fellow performers (Iggy Azalea, Charli XCX, Ariana Grande, Sam Smith, Nick Jonas), along with other friends ranging from Kloss to Abigail Anderson—Swift’s best friend since freshman year of high school in suburban Hendersonville, Tennessee—to Justin Timberlake and Jay Z and Beyoncé. “I have, like, 20 different people flying in,” Swift had told me the day before. “My friends are staying in every room.” Her mother, Andrea, however—who flew in from Nashville earlier laden with decorations now draped over mirrors and mantels, with every window in the place (I lose count at fifteen) garlanded as well—isn’t there. “I think a twenty-fifth birthday, no mother should be there,” Andrea told me. “You need to know when to step away.”

The next time I catch up with Swift, she’s still in her PJs at 11:15 on a perfect sunny January morning at her house in Beverly Hills. In the month since I saw her turn 25 she’s become the proud owner of a bejeweled necklace (a birthday gift from Dunham) bearing the image of her kitten Olivia; danced like crazy with Beyoncé and the Haim sisters at a Justin Timberlake concert in Brooklyn; bought the shirt off Hugh Jackman’s back (giving $6,000 to the Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS charity in the process) while seeing him perform on Broadway with her family; sent out a large batch of gift packages to her fans, one of which included a Swift painting of flowers and a check for $1,989 to help pay off a student loan; and rung in the New Year onstage in Times Square in front of a million people live and a billion more on TV and the Web. Since she’s been out West, though, she’s been doing what she can to catch up with friends, including “a lot of cooking nights,” hiking with Lorde, and wandering around Catalina Island eating ice cream with her girlfriends and her dad. When Lorde sounded stressed about going to the Golden Globes, Swift showed up in support wearing a bright-yellow dress (in honor of Lorde’s nominated song, “Yellow Flicker Beat”). “We just turned it into a girls’ night,” Swift says over the phone.

For both today and the foreseeable future, though, Swift is going to be all business getting ready for the 1989 world tour, which kicks off May 5 in Tokyo. There’s a set list to finalize, and wardrobe and production design to approve, and choreography to learn. She insists she’s not nearly as awkward a dancer as she pretends to be in the “Shake It Off” video: “If I get serious about choreography, I will learn it and I’ll do it correctly—most of the time,” she says.

Looking back on what’s been both a tumultuous and momentous time in her life, Swift says she and her family “had a lot of moments where we would look at each other and say, ‘Wow—I can’t believe people got it.’ You only hope for things like this.” She’s been trying to take it all as it comes. “I don’t get so caught up in the work that I don’t appreciate the crazy, incredible, astonishing, joyous success that’s happened,” she says. “Putting pressure on yourself is good, but putting unnecessary stress on yourself is bad—so I don’t worry that I haven’t started the next record yet. I don’t worry that I don’t know what it’s going to be. I’m not worried that I have absolutely no timetable as to when it needs to be done. It could be two years from now; it could be three, it could be four. Or it could be one. You get these bursts of inspiration right at the moment you’re not expecting to. You just have to live your life, and hopefully you’ll take the right risks.”

Kloss, for her part, has been maintaining the kind of schedule that would seem to require its own air-traffic controller. After a short break back home in St. Louis, she’s been back and forth to Paris twice in early January alone as part of her new job as a L’Oréal Paris spokesperson; to the Florida Keys for a Bruce Weber shoot; and to L.A. and Paris again for L’Oréal. Next up: back to L.A. for the Oscars before ramping up for Fashion Weeks in New York, Milan, and Paris. “In moderation it can be really fun,” says Kloss, who’s cut the 60 shows she used to walk at the start of her career down to a fraction of that. “For me, runway is an opportunity to perform.”

She’s also practically bursting to tell me some big news: She’s been accepted to NYU’s Gallatin School of Individualized Study. (NYU alum Christy Turlington Burns wrote her letter of recommendation.) “I was waiting for the mail to arrive every single day,” she says. “It’s something that I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.” Kloss doesn’t yet know what she’ll study; for now, she’s just excited to be taking classes. “I’ll still be working full-time,” she says. “I’m incredibly ambitious and have lots of goals within my career that I’m not slowing down on anytime soon.”

Swift says she and her friends don’t talk much about work. “The fun thing about my friends is that they don’t necessarily know a lot about what I do business-wise,” she says. The first time Kloss ever saw Swift pick up a guitar and noodle around on it was during the photo shoot for this story. “I’m not one of those singers who’s always like, ‘Look at me!’ ” says Swift. “I’m not the person who grabs the guitar at a party and wants all the attention. I have attention on me enough, so I want my friends to just like me because we have things in common rather than me sitting in a corner being like, ‘Listen to this song that I wrote about my life!’ ”

No matter how busy they are, though, Swift and Kloss continue to make time for each other. Swift recently had Kloss over to her place for a night of cooking pasta with model Martha Hunt, stylist Ashley Avignone, and Tavi Gevinson. A few days later that same group went to dinner at Ralph Lauren’s restaurant, the Polo Bar, in midtown. (“The French fries were delicious,” says Kloss.)

Kloss says that bringing together disparate women from different industries may be Swift’s most unsung talent. “I’ve met a lot of really great girls through Taylor. She’s incredible at connecting people who might not normally meet. We’re all in different jobs, but we’ve become strong friends who are there for each other—a sisterhood of girls, a support team. But we’re also just normal 20-something girls, and I think you have to have people that you can be that with. You know, real friends are hard to find—and Taylor’s a real friend. There’s nothing better.”