man i’m just throwin this out here but if they’re so worried about privacy that they’d post a pic on a public platform only to hurriedly delete it two seconds later like they got burned why don’t they blur the kid’s face out in pap pics 2 + 2 = 6
Requested: One where Shawn and the reader are out and pap like grab her arm and Shawn freaks out and gets mad.
The shouts are deafening and the flashes are blinding. You don’t know why you’re in the front of Shawn and his whole team, but you are. Shawn is close behind you, so at least you have that as comfort, but the only thing you want right now is to get out of this crowd and into the safety of the building. The paparazzi are shouting Shawn’s name, and some of them are even shouting your name, trying to get your attention, but you aren’t about to give it to them, not at all.
You feel a hand on your arm, and just by the way it is gripping you, you know it isn’t Shawn’s or his bodyguards, which spreads alarm through you. When you turn to look, you notice it’s a paparazzi who has grabbed you in an attempt to get your attention. It worked, but before you even have a chance to do or say anything about it, Shawn’s already by your side. “Don’t touch my girl.” He practically growls in the paparazzi’s face, and the pap immediately lets go. Shawn wraps his arm around you, leaning down to say into you ear, “I’m sorry baby, we’re almost inside.” And he keeps his arm securely around you. The two of you fight through the crowd together to make it to the lobby of the hotel. When you’re inside, he stops and really looks at you, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
You just shake your head, “No, he didn’t really do anything.” You tell Shawn, somewhat surprised at how harsh his reaction was over something so small.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just worry. I don’t like people touching you when you didn’t give them permission to.” And you can tell he’s still angry and even flustered by what happened back there.
You lean into him, grateful. “Thank you, Shawn.” You tell him, “Thank you for protecting me and loving me so well.”
7 months. 7 months since you had last seen Harry’s face, 7 months since you had last felt his touch, heard his laugh… 212 days of daily Facetime sessions, usually lasting about 5 to 10 minutes before he had to disappear to go film something for the movie or go to some kind of meeting. In all honesty, you thought you’d be able to handle 212 days. When he was on tour with the boys, he’d leave for about 10 months, so what was new here? It was just… You had gotten so used to him being home, it was kind of a shock to find out you’d be waking up alone for the next 7 months. At first, you were completely fine. During the first few weeks, you told yourself that a couple months would whiz by and Harry would be home soon enough. When you dropped Harry off at the airport with a sad smile and a quick goodbye kiss, you told yourself that it was going to be fine. It really wasn’t a big deal, if you thought about it more carefully. You knew this was what you signed up for when Harry first asked you to be his girlfriend. Coming home to an empty and quiet house wasn’t something you enjoyed.
“Whoops, be careful!” You smiled lightly, a younger fan brushing past you to get to the doors. Obviously, you weren’t the only one who got the memo that Harry was coming back today. The airport was packed with fans, all excited to see their favourite pop star walk through those doors. You weren’t particularly sure of the reason as to why you were so… calm. Harry, your boyfriend, was coming home for the first time in 7 months, and you didn’t seem phased at all.
It was only when you heard collective screams of excitement that you snapped back to reality, getting up on your tiptoes to see if you could see- “Harry…?” You breathed out, time seeming to slow down when his eyes locked with yours after he spent about a good 30 seconds trying to find you. A wide grin grew on his face as he adjusted the strap of his duffle bag, beginning to make his way over to you - obviously pausing for some pictures and autographs first. Soon enough, the news of ‘Harry’s finally home!’ sunk into your brain, your heart beginning to pound wildly in your chest and your energy levels shooting straight through the roof! You found yourself jogging towards the crowd, the jog turning into a full on sprint not even a second later. “Harry!”
“Y/N-” Harry didn’t even get a chance to say his hello’s before you had launched yourself into his arms, making him stumble backwards before he swept you off your feet in one swift movement, hands cupping the underside of your thighs. “Christ, love. Could’a given me a warning before attacking.” He laughed lightly, dropping his duffle bag to the floor so that he could get a better hold on you. (You’d kill him if he dropped you on your ass in front of a hundred fans and paps.) Your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around him in a death grip. You didn’t even care that you were currently the center of attention because the only thing that was on your mind was the fact that Harry was home, and he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Wha’s the matter, button? Don’ tell me you’re cryin’. I know how much you hate cryin’ in public.” Harry teased, turning to bump his nose into the side of your head gently to get you to look up. “You’re never usually this emotional. Miss me that much?” He cooed, giving your thighs a squeeze. “C’mon, lemme see tha’ pretty little face. You didn’t give me a chance to look at yeh properly!” You pulled away, cheeks already streaked with tears and eyes already swollen. “Ooh, never mind.” You scowled at your boyfriend, flicking your fingers against his forehead before reaching up and rubbing at your eyes.
“You’re a terrible person.” You muttered, voice wavering slightly. “Your hair’s a little longer, too.”
“Figured I’d let it grow so you’d have more to tug on.” Harry joked, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “How about we go home?”
can cecil adopt me.. i dont want to visit family for a week. i am leaving my cat (im autistic and shes my only safe thing. shes like a service animal just not certified and i cant bring her because of grandparents pets ((who arent trained and they hoard them!! their bird tries to kill itself constantly its SO stressed out!!))) and i feel like a frog surrounded by mean hungry snakes!! they deadname me and they hate lgbt people and i hate it i hate it i hate it!!!
BOOM: ADOPTED! cecil is ur parents now. come here child and let me pap ur face w me sticky feets.
I am sorry that your family is cruel like that, you dont deserve to be treated like this, to be deadnamed and made to listen to hateful things. Whatever they say about you, know they are wrong. If it hurts they are wrong. if it make you feel bad they are wrong. if they say thing to you that doesn’t make your heart sing and make you feel loved, they are doing their job wrong and they do not deserve such a beautiful, wonderful child.
I cannot make them stop, im sorry. but cecil will be here to remind you how good you are whenever you need. Remember for you that you are loved and blessed and perfect exactly as you are. Endure and return. You are strong and you will survive this. it won’t be pleasant but one day a time will come when you can leave and never have to speak to them again if that is what you want. You deserve only kindness in your life, and only people who will treat you with respect.
Stay strong, im your family now and i love you no matter what, so you gotta make it through this bad time for cecil.