it was just the flash i already had the camera

➸ w.jh | scripted | chapter one.

Credit : edits 1 | 2 by @missppxtts

Pairing : Wen Junhui | Reader (oc)

Genre : CEO! AU, Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst.

Summary : He was handsome and caring, albeit distant, but he wasn’t the one you loved, and you wondered if there would ever would be a day where each time he pulled you to him in front of the others, you would not fake the smile.

a/n : in honour of this prince’s birthday, i am posting the first part to my newest series scripted! the song i listened to while writing most of this was 4 O’Clock by RM and V which is one of the most pretty songs I have ever listened to. also, i would like to ask you to please give me your thoughts as i would love to know what you think of the idea!

special mentions : thank you to @nachoshi for making this moodboard on a request for scripted !!

The feeling of love had long abandoned your soul, after all in this cruel world, who was left for you to love?

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Conquistador ;; Jared Leto x Reader *TEASER*

Author’s Note; So I got this idea from a day dream I had at work while listening to my favorite song. It’s just a hit or miss, I don’t know if i’ll actually continue it. You guys let me know <3

The immediate flashing of the lights around the downtown area of the city alerted you that you were more than half way to your destination for tonight. Your feet were slightly unsteady beneath you due to the looming feeling of jet lag that threatened to capture you where you stood and plunge you into a much deserving sleep. However, you managed to fight it with every breath that ricocheted off of your lungs, and push forward until you reached the lobby of the hotel. It wasn’t as crowded as you originally expected it to be especially with the loads of celebrities that were centered near by. It was the land of exploring dreams and there you were smack dab in the middle of the city trying your best to not draw attention to yourself. 

The downstairs lobby greeted you with the scent of vanilla and a mixture of leather. It was such a strange smell but you were finding yourself growing more and more familiar with it. It usually clung to your clothes after you left and annoyed you to no end. How many times would you keep coming here to do this? How many times had you agreed to this? How many more times will you continue to indulge in your sins?

“Any specific room number, Miss?” The voice on the other side of the counter questioned, and knocked you from your thoughts. As a reflex, you smiled and shrugged.

“It doesn’t really matter, just one with a breath taking view of the city?” You questioned. It never really mattered where you were as long as you had a good view. You had never been to this side of California before, and the fascination with it was growing more and more apparent as you took in its infrastructure. 

The man behind the desk flashed you a half hearted smile as if he took some form of shelter in your request and you knew instantly that he was secretly relating. Perhaps he liked a good view too.

His fingers grazed your as he handed you the key and his soft brown eyes closed. 

“Please enjoy your stay.” He urged before opening his eyes and glancing at you once more. He seemed so sweet, but deep down you couldn’t stop the bubbling over anxiety that plagued your chest. It was as if he knew what you were really there for and the thought of him knowing terrified you. You found yourself nearly marching to the elevator trying to remain calm and seem as casual as anyone else there, but you had the sinking feeling that you were failing miserably. 

The distant “ding” of the elevator signaled to you that you had reached your destination for the night and slowly you made your way down the halls until you reached your room. The door opened easily with the key and the sweet smell of lavender hit your nose. 

“Yeah, that’s way better.” You said aloud while dropping your coat from your frame right in front of the front door. It peeled away from your skin delicately and you were grateful for the freedom. Your sights were set on the window and before you could stop yourself, you pulled open the blinds to find the night life mixed within a sea of lights that nearly took your breath away. It was perfect. It didn’t take long for you to sink into the window seal and glance over the city as if you were the lens to a camera. Mentally snapping shots of this one moment in an attempt to commit them to memory. 

The door to the room opened once more except this time you realized it was nearly an entire hour later from when you had entered and distracted yourself with the view of the city. His frame stood elegantly in the doorway before he bended down to pick up the coat you had just left in the middle of the floor.

He paused for a moment before allowing his eyes to drink in your frame, and the look itself made you stand. He was early and appeared to be out of breath. Did he run here? 

“I didn’t think you’d show up.” He stated allowing the door to close behind him. 

“So why send the text then?….We said, this was over the last time this happened.” You raise a brow while pulling your phone from your pocket and flashing the screen towards him. His eyebrow flexed before he took a step towards you. 

“Because. I needed you alone. Locked doors, no cameras, just you and me.” He tempted, and his voice was low in a tone you had recognized already from your previous engagements. His eyes looked over you again except this time they moved slower as if taking you a part piece by piece. 

“So, what now Mr. Leto?” You question while folding your arms across your chest. 

His eyes looked towards the floor as if he were battling with something and his jaw shifted to the right slightly in a gesture that resembled anxiousness. Perhaps his thoughts. Perhaps his feelings. Whatever it was, it tainted his features for a glimmer of a second and just as the look was created, it disappeared. It was overcome with a look of sincerity. 

“Take off your clothes.” he said simply and although his look was pleading, his voice was dictating that he wasn’t giving you a choice.

Jungkook:

He catches you in the crowd, behind the ocean of female fans, screaming for attention, there he sees you, quietly smiling to yourself, chatting a bit with what he suppose is your friend. You don’t look at him, so he takes his time looking at you unnoticed. You hair, your cute nose. How your eyes wrinkle slightly when you smile with your entire face. Then your eyes meet his. He keeps the connection for a second, before biting his lip, looking down in embarrassment. 
When the crowd rotates, and you end up in the front line, he looks at you closely, and you feel your face heating up.
“Hi. Do you have anything I should sign?” He is so polite you think, handing him a photocard of the whole BTS group.
“Am I your favorite?” He teasingly asks, and as you nod he grins wide.
“Thank you.” You say, taking the photocard back, smiling like an idiot.

“Before I leave, do you have anything you can sign on?”
“Me?”, you asked surprised, not really connecting the dots.
“Yeah, I would like your phone number if you’ll let me have it.” This boy had some game, and of course you gave the number to him, your hand shaking while writing it down on a piece of torn paper from your notebook.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

V:

He is fully occupied doing a silly dance for the photographers in the crowd, aorund you the other fans are cheering and covering their faces .The second hand embarrassment comes easily with the young member. He is cheerful, dancing around, doing a little goofy face for the camera and then he stops. He suddenly looks dumbfounded, and you notice he stares at you. Others are stating to notice too. You go completely blank too, and your face is probably red as a tomato at this point. 
BTs thanks the cameramen and starting to go through the crowd, as they pass by, some stop to wave at fans, maybe sign something and soon enough, V stops in front of you, taking the paper in your hand. You don’t even have time to stop him.

“Here you go” He says proudly with a smile.. you look at the paper.. his signature is in solid black, all over the small letters.
“That.. was actually my presentation for a school project..” You said, smiling vaguely, not really wanting to embarrass him more, but it was worth pointing out, also because that presentation was due today, and you had worked your butt off on it. Cheerishing it so much, you kept a hold of it during the whole day.
“Oh.” He mouths, looking down on the signature.
“It’s fine though, really. I think my teacher is a fan of BTS, maybe this will higher my grade.” You laugh, and he laughs with you.

“Maybe I can make it up to you some day? Can I have your number?”
Now it was your turn to stand there dumbfounded, blinking at the boy in disbelief.

Originally posted by suga-com

J-Hope:

It was weird watching the usually happy man be at loss for words. But he just mouthed something, looking at you smiling when he came up to the crowd to sign whatever it was you held in your hand. Jimin creeped up on to him, on his side but his eyes were still locked onto yours.
“Yaah.” Jimin came in for a side hug, but J-hope just gently pushed on the other man.
“Wah, go away.” He said with a smile, wanting the orangehaired man to leave.
“Hi” He said to you in the next sentence, taking the paper in your hand, and the pen. Signing the paper.
“Hi.” You said back with an equally huge grin.
“C-could I also have a selca?” he nods and moves to your side. He smells delicious.
“If you get this picture, then can I have your number?” You already had your phone up, snapping a picture, and it caught you looking like a surprised fish, while Hoseok were stunningly flashing a smile at the small camera on your phone.

Originally posted by hobisu

Jimin:

You held your phone up, filimg the boys as they made an exit from a building. They came close, waving to their fans. Jimin came up the closest, saying hi to your phone and waving.
You were ready to just die on the spot. He was so close. 
“Helloo¨” He said, bright eyes on you, damn he was fine.
“H-hi.” You managed to get out.
“You are really pretty.” He said casually, “Do you have something you want me to sign?” You nodded, and put the phone down, and pulled up paper and pen from your pocket. 

“This please.” You said, he took it, and signed it quickly, giving it back. You also managed to take a picture with him, and when he was about to leave he stopped, backtracked and appeared in front of you again.
“Actually.. Do you want to add me on kakaotalk?”

Originally posted by taestylips

Suga:

BTS was leaving the building, walking by the fans and some cameras. You filmed it with your phone. Some members waved, and walked by, just like he did, your bias, Min Yoongi. But soon his face popped up before you again, 
“Oh!” You said in suprise, and he smiled a bit, tilting his head.
“Can I have your number?” He casually said, as you almost choked on spot.

Originally posted by jungkooksleigh

Namjoon:

He was actually clingin on V as he looked in your direction. You smiled at the sight, and he looked closely at you, realising V with a smile. 
You managed to get it on camera, and as you took some more pictures, the leader approached you, seeing that you held a pen and paper in your hand as well. You handed it out as he was near.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N” you answered happily. 
“Pretty.” He said as he signed, and ended it with a smiley face.
“Hey, Y/N, I know this sounds weird, but maybe, I could have your phone number?” 
You choked on your words, stuttering out something inaudible.
He smiled, dimples showing.
“Is that a yes?”
You nodded, he took the notepad from you once again, but switched page from his autograph, took the pen from your hand and wrote down some numbers.
“Actually, here is mine. Be sure to write!” And he gave it back, and left before you could say anything more.

Originally posted by raphohoho

Jin:

As Jin walked by, you asked him if he could wave to the camera. He stopped, looked at you, smiled and nodded.
“Sure, anything!”
He said, and you held up your phone, he waved happily, pen in hand.”
“Was that good?” he asked, and you replied positivly.
“What’s your name?” He asked, still with a smile.
“Y/N” You said, trying to put your phoen down in your pocket, but being very distracted by the handsome man before you.
“Actually, Can I see that?” He asked, nodding his head in the direction of your phone.
“This?” You said, holding up the phone, and thinking why not, what could he possibly do with it.. not stealing it that was for sure. So you handed it to him.
“Thanks.” He said, sliding it open, tilted it so you couldn’t see the screen, and then handed it back.
“I put in my number… Sssh.” He did a sch, motion, putting his finger up to his plump lips and smiling.
“Please let me hear from you.” He left the phone in your hands again, waved, and then went on his way. You stood there silently, wondering if you were dead and actually in heaven?

Originally posted by chyogi

Patrick Stump x Reader : More Than Friends

A/N: this is a fic for a female reader, my other ones should be gender neutral unless stated otherwise. thanks for all the love and support! you’re all amazing! as always, requests open.
this one is sorta lengthy, but it was by far one of my favorite ones to write! i really hope you like it
it’s dedicated to all those who feel unloved, alone, or lost right now
this one’s for you
things will get better eventually
just hang in there :)

“Mr. Stump! Mr. Stump!” the paparazzi and interviewers were all shouting his name, waving their microphones and recorders and video cameras, asking him dozens of questions. Patrick had already spent the past two hours trying to get through most of them, the flashing lights and blur of faces making him only more exhausted. He had just performed a show, and he was tired and ready to sleep, but you were a close friend and you wanted to talk to him for a little bit, well, after the crazy crowd died down. Afraid to cause rumors or speculation, you stood on the other side of the road, watching him get mobbed by the people, contemplating whether or not you should just go save him already or wait for him patiently.

It was fifteen more minutes of a wait when you finally decided you should go fish him out of that crowd, and you walked across the street, making your way through the throng of people, squeezing and squirming through the crowd until you reached Patrick. “Y/n!” he shouted your name as soon as he saw you, racing towards you and giving you a huge hug. You released the embrace, the interviewers and people screaming and getting even more riled up.

“Who is this woman?”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Do you hug everyone like that?”

“How do you know this girl?”

“Is she a fan?”

Patrick just laughed and you turned red with embarrassment. “Calm down guys,” Patrick chuckled. “This is y/n. She’s one of my best friends.”

“Are you sure you’re just best friends?” an interviewer asked.

“Haha, I don’t know,” Patrick smirked. “We’re close friends, I can tell you that.”

“Are you in a relationship?” another person wondered.

“We’re in a friendship,” Patrick smiled, looking at you and you just sighed, chuckling to yourself.

“How long have you known this y/n?” another one inquired.

“A really long time,” Patrick responded. “Hey, I really loved talking to you all, but I need to go get some rest for the big show tomorrow. I’ll talk to you all next time, okay? Thank you.”

You tugged on his arm as you guys made your way past the crowd, and he turned to you. “Sorry I didn’t come earlier,” you frowned. You should’ve crossed the street the first time you thought of it, you chicken.

“It’s fine,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry.”

“Yeah, but those people were pestering you,” you insisted.

“They weren’t pestering,” he laughed, ushering you into his car. “They were just being extremely inquisitive.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. He turned the keys to start the car and then a look of realization came to his face.

“Oh, uh, so what’s the plan? Sorry, I didn’t ask. I just assumed we were going to hang out,” Patrick blushed.

“I’m sorry, haha it’s okay. I just wanted to check up on you, see how you were. I don’t want to keep you up late, I mean, if you need some sleep for tomorrow-” you began but he quickly cut you off.

“No!” he protested. “I want to spend time with you. Gosh, it feels like forever.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “It has been.”

“How about we crash at the hotel? I’m sharing a room with Pete, but he’s out at some party or whatever. We can catch up on things maybe,” Patrick suggested.

“Yeah that sounds great,” you nodded eagerly.

You guys found each other later that night having a deep conversation on the couch, drinking green tea and eating cheese pizza. Patrick talked about his journey with the band, his hobbies, what he had been doing in his free time, how life was like juggling everything at once. You told him about work, how things were going, what home was like, how it was feeling all alone. “Don’t feel alone,” he begged. “You have me. If you ever need to talk, just call me. I promise I’ll try my best to pick up. I’m here for you y/n.”

“Thanks Patrick,” you gave a half smile. “Really, you’re the best.”

He gave you another hug, and then you guys decided to turn on some Netflix, and watch a couple episodes of Game of Thrones. Throughout the episode, you slowly spotted Patrick drifting closer to you on the couch, closer and closer, until finally it was to the point where if you moved so much as one inch, you’d probably either have your head on his chest or his arm around your shoulder. Not that you were complaining, but you were confused. Patrick had told the interviewers you were just friends, but after such an emotional long talk and having poured out all your secrets and fears to each other, it seemed like you guys really bonded tonight. Not that exchanging a hug or sharing tea from the same glass was extremely romantic or anything, but in a way, you loved him even more. Yeah, you loved Patrick Stump. Best friend, boyfriend, or just friend, you were always going to love him. He was such a sweet guy, and an amazing friend. You wished you could be closer, but with him being in the music business and your busy job, it seemed like things wouldn’t even be able to work out, no matter how hard you tried. You were silly to even think that you could have a relationship with him. Again, he had just reconfirmed that you had a strict friendship earlier today. Nothing more, nothing less. And you were happy with that. Right?

All of a sudden, there’s a noise at the door, and afraid, you leapt into Patrick’s arms, and he just laughed. “Sorry,” you backed away, embarrassed.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Patrick chuckled. “I heard it too.” He leaned towards you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Damn, he was really good at giving hugs.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. The door swung open, which caught you both by surprise, and you both jumped in your seat, and then Patrick got up off the couch as soon as he realized what was going on. Shit, of course. You almost forgot about Pete.

“Hey, who’s the lady?” Pete raised an eyebrow.

“She’s my friend,” Patrick glared. “Look, I thought you were at a party.”

“We got busted, I had to come home early,” Pete explained. “Dude, is this what you do every time I leave to go to a party? You bring chicks to our hotel?”

“She’s not a chick,” Patrick folded his arms.

“Hi Pete,” you waved hesitantly.

“What’s her name?” Pete wondered. “And why won’t you let me at least two feet into our hotel room? Seriously Patrick, the door is still open.”

“We were in the middle of something,” Patrick grumbled.

“Woah,” Pete’s eyes widened. “Care to elaborate?”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Patrick shook his head. “Just, we thought we wouldn’t have other company tonight.”

“No, no, I get it. You need some time alone with the lady. I just need to be able to sleep in my bed and get a couple hours in before the show tomorrow. Make sense?” Pete decided.

“Come on y/n, let’s get out of here,” Patrick mumbled, walking over to the couch and grabbing your hand and taking you outside to the hallway.

“See you later, sweetheart!” Pete called after you.

“You will not be seeing her later,” Patrick narrowed his eyes.

“Why so grumpy, Stumpy?” Pete asked.

“Fuck off, Pete,” Patrick warned him.

Pete and you both exchanged a glance, widening your eyes at the fact that Patrick would even use that sort of language, but I guess he was pretty pissed off that Pete came home from the party early. Patrick cussed occasionally, but never did he get so flustered or angry like that, much less tell that to Pete. Patrick pulled shut the hotel room door and you saw him frown, probably processing everything in his mind. You didn’t know what caused him to get so angry. All Pete did was just walk into the hotel room. You placed a hand on Patrick’s shoulder. “Hey,” you started calmly. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s just go somewhere else,” he sighed.

“Patrick,” you mumbled, squeezing his hand.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head. “Now come on.”

Patrick took you to the elevator, and then to the lobby, where you both sat on a couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaning on him, not caring what the people at the desk thought. You sat there in silence for a little while, and then you spoke up. “Why were you so mad at Pete?” you wondered.

“I wasn’t mad,” he shook his head. “I was annoyed.”

“But why?” you whispered. “He was only trying to talk to you.”

“Yeah, but he was trying to hit on you too,” Patrick grumbled. Instantly you felt annoyed too, mostly at the fact that Patrick didn’t even have the guts to ask you out, yet he’d get angry when another guy so much as talked to you.

“Why would you care?” you snapped. “It’s not like I can’t flirt with other guys. Remember? I’m just your friend.”

Patrick drew in a sharp breath, almost at a loss for words, and you closed your mouth instantly, knowing you had just hurt him. Fuck. You didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Rather than make things worse, you just decided to stay quiet, listening to Patrick’s ragged breathing, until finally he took a shaky breath and dared to speak. “You, um…” he stammered. He regained his composure and tried again. “You don’t think I care about you?”

“I don’t know,” you sunk deeper into your seat, his arm around you making you feel guilty all over. “I don’t know anything anymore. I’m so confused.”

“But y/n,” Patrick let out an exasperated sigh. “Why would you ever think that?”

“Maybe it’s because you cuddle with me and you tell me everything and I think you might like me and I’m waiting, constantly forever waiting for the day when you might confess your feelings for me, because I still can’t tell if you like me or not. But then I go to an interview or I meet one of your friends, and it’s like you don’t want anyone to know about me. I’m just the friend,” you mumbled. “I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, Patrick, but this is what happens every single time I try to see you. It’s why I sometimes don’t return your calls or your texts, because I’m so confused. I don’t know if you want to be just friends or you want to be something more. So you need to tell me. Please.” You took a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” Patrick sighed. A comfortable silence filled the conversation, and you rested your head comfortably on his chest, still waiting for an answer to your question. That’s when you felt him start to get up, and you backed away, starting to follow him.

“Where are you going?” you inquired, following him out the front door.

“I need to show you something,” Patrick told you. “It’s important.”

“Okay…” you replied.

He took your hand, practically dragging you to the front lawn, until he stopped and put his hands on both of your shoulders, gazing up into your eyes. “Y/n,” he whispered your name and closed his eyes tight, then opened them again. “I care about you. I care about you so fucking much you have no idea. I’ve always loved you. I’ve always tried to tell you I love you, but every time I think about it, my lips turn to stone and I can’t say the words and it’s like my own mind is working against me. I’ve tried to, y/n. I’ve tried to tell you so many times I’ve lost count but every time I try and I can’t it just reminds me that I can’t always succeed at everything I do. Look, I got angry or annoyed or whatever you want to call it earlier because I was jealous. I was overprotective. Every time a girl comes within so much as two feet from Pete Wentz he’s instantly after her. I didn’t want that to happen to you. I didn’t want you to be his pathetic one night stand slut. I didn’t want you to get used. I don’t want anyone to ever treat you wrong. I love Pete to death, but he fucks up sometimes too. Especially with relationships and girls. But look, the reason why I was so angry or annoyed, it was because of you. Because I want you to be mine. Nobody else’s. Y/n…” He took a big breath. “I love you. I love you so much. And I don’t know why it took me so long to say that to you, and I’m sorry it did, but I am ever so happy I’m finally able to tell those words to you now. Because you deserve them. You deserve everything in the entire world.”

“Patrick,” you breathed his name, staring at him, shocked and petrified, your mind swirling with thoughts and unable to comprehend what just happened. You were unsure of what to do, and so you just stood there, staring at him like an idiot, as if paralyzed and unable to move. You couldn’t even say anything, and even if you did, you wouldn’t know what to say. He liked you? He loved you? Did he really just say that?

“Fuck,” he ran a hand through his hair desperately. “I’m sorry, but I really need this.” And he kissed you. He held your face gently with both hands and leaned in and he kissed you, his lips pressed against yours, his breath soft and warm, everything frozen in time and washed over with bliss. He pulled away, taking a deep breath and then staring at you, a worried expression on his face.

“Thank you,” you regained your composure. You smiled up at him, and he gave a grin back, and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tight. “I love you too.”

“I’m sorry it took so long,” he apologized.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shook your head. “You came around soon enough.”

You released the embrace and stared at each other, and then burst out laughing. “Come on,” he beckoned. He walked with you around the building, until you found a grassy area, quiet and calm and away from everything and everyone else, and you both laid down in the grass, staring up at the dark sky full of stars.

“It’s beautiful,” you sighed.

“Did you know,” Patrick began. “There are over one hundred billion stars up there, and you are more beautiful than every single one of them?”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

“It’s true,” he insisted. “As cheesy and romantic as it sounds, it’s true.”

“No it’s not,” you shook your head and chuckled. Patrick sat up, looking at you with a frown on his face.

“You really think that?” he whispered.

“What?” you wondered, sitting up too, brushing off the grass blades from your clothes.

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” he murmured, a hurt expression on his face.

“Patrick-” you began but he shook his head.

“Why don’t you think you’re pretty?” he sighed, exasperated, as if he couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea. “You’re gorgeous, y/n.”

“Stop,” you forced a laugh. “We don’t need to talk about this Patrick.”

“Yes, we do,” he persisted. “Y/n, why would you feel that way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you replied.

“Why wouldn’t you think you’re beautiful?” he repeated.

“Because I know I’m not,” you finally answered. “It’s a fact.”

“No,” Patrick shook his head. “No, no, no.”

“Yes,” you sighed. “Yes it is. And I don’t want to talk about it. So can we please just drop the subject?”

“But why-” he kept persisting and you finally just blew up.

“Why? You want to know why? Because every single time I look in that goddamn mirror I see my reflection staring back at me and I hate it. I hate it so fucking much because I look at the people around me and I know that I will never, ever, be like them. I will never be as good as them or as pretty as them or as talented as them no matter how hard I try. Every time I try I just fail. And I’ll never deserve anyone because I’m just me. I’m stupid and pathetic and I hate myself,” you closed your eyes and tried to fight back the tears. “So don’t try to lie to me Patrick. I’m not beautiful.”

He stayed silent, staring at you with an expression on his face as if he was just shot in the chest, hurt and pained and broken on the inside, and you wondered what the fuck you said that made him look like that. Seeing him like that, it made you feel as if you just ripped out his heart. But you didn’t know why. All you were doing was just stating facts. It wasn’t even about him. “Y/n,” he choked out your name. He just looked at you, that sadness inside him practically pouring itself out, and you instantly felt guilty again and you didn’t know why. “Please, please don’t think that.” He closed his eyes tight and to your surprise, when he opened them again, he was crying. Why the hell was he crying? “Don’t hate yourself.”

“Patrick-” you began but he just shook his head.

“You might hate yourself now, but I will try every single day of my life to make you believe otherwise,” he told you. “I love you, I love you so much and I don’t know why you would ever think those things. The reason why you’re not going to be the same as other people is because you are different than all of them. You are special and important and so much better than any of them will ever be. I don’t want them, y/n. I want you. And I will always want you, because you are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on in my life. And I never want to lose you. Ever.” He took a deep breath. “So please, if not for you, then for me, just learn to love yourself. Because you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I don’t want anyone else ever thinking otherwise, even if that person is you. Understand?”

“Please,” you crawled up to him and brushed the tears off his face. “Don’t cry because of me.”

“Then promise me,” he begged. “Promise me that you will learn to love yourself.”

“Patrick, I can’t fucking-” you began but he tackled you, he pushed you to the ground and planted his lips on yours midway through your sentence, catching you by complete surprise. His hands on your shoulders and his chest pressed against your breasts and his legs on top of yours, his weight almost crushing you, and he was kissing you, so passionately, and you were feeling emotions you never even realized you possessed. It was exhilarating and thrilling and so absolutely indescribable, and when he finally rolled off of you, letting you catch your breath, you weren’t even sure what had happened. All you knew was that you were laying face up on the grass, and Patrick was beside you, and you were both gasping for air.

“Promise?” Patrick panted, turning his head towards you and grinning.

“Promise,” you sighed, still trying to find oxygen.

“Glad I changed your mind,” he gave an exhausted laugh. “Holy smokes, that was amazing.”

“God, Patrick, you’re going to suffocate me,” you joked, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

“Ouch,” he joked.

“You lost your fedora,” you giggled, pointing over to where it had toppled off into the grass beside him. He sat up and then so did you, and he picked up his fedora and rearranged it on his head.

“Better?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” you laughed, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t loose my fedora, it would be a tragedy,” he explained. You laughed, and then you both smiled at each other, sighing happily. “Let’s go back to the room. I should probably apologize to Pete.”

“Okay,” you nodded. You both got up and held hands, walking back into the hotel, and went to the room. Patrick got the card from his back pocket and slid it in the key, opening up the door and ushering you inside. The lights were off and Pete was already snoring, asleep, and you both exchanged a glance.

“Just stay quiet,” Patrick murmured. “Let’s not wake him up.”

“Patrick, you’ve got a show tomorrow. You need to sleep,” you reminded. “It’s late.”

“I know, but, I don’t want this to end,” he sighed.

“It doesn’t have to,” you shrugged. Patrick looked at you and then smirked, kicking off his shoes and socks and crawling into bed and underneath the sheets, taking you with him. You both laid down, your heads inches apart on separate pillows, facing each other.

“I love you y/n,” he grinned.

“I love you too, Patrick,” you replied.

“I love you more,” he added. He leaned towards you, kissing you again, and you somehow ended up on top of him, his arms wrapped around you and you sitting in his lap. Your fingers followed the rim of his fedora, and then you pulled back, watching him catch his breath.

“We won’t need this right now,” you winked, taking the fedora off his head and tossing it onto the nightstand. You kissed him again, his lips so sweet, and his hands explored your back and your fingers sifted through his long blonde hair. His tongue traced your lower lip, begging for entrance, and you opened your mouth, your tongues fighting for dominance until finally he won. You never knew Patrick to be so dominant, or confident, but tonight you were seeing so many different sides of him. It was actually quite appealing, and you found it rather hot. Damn, he sure knew how to please you. His hands on your back pressed your body closer to his, his tongue exploring your mouth, your fingers lightly tugging on locks of his hair as you moaned softly. He was so good at this. His lips slowly traveled to your cheek, and then trailed across your jawline, planting kisses down your neck. “You. Are. So. Gorgeous.” He kissed your skin between each word, and you tilted your head back when he made his way to your shoulder, the feeling something so extraordinary, you had never felt anything like it before.

“Patrick,” you begged, untying his tie and tossing it to the side, then unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Mhm,” he nodded. He pulled away from the kisses and helped assist you, pulling off his shirt and catching his breath. He was so handsome, his chest and his stomach so smooth and soft, absolutely amazing. How do people like him even exist? You looked him up and down and smiled.

“You’re so perfect,” you gasped. You kissed him again, this time your tongue able to control the kiss, your hands scaling up and down his chest and stomach, making him moan into your mouth. He tangled his fingers in your hair, pressing your face closer to him, and when you pulled back to catch your breath, you found his hands at the hem of your shirt.

“Lift your arms up for me, sweetheart,” he ordered. You did as told, and he slipped your shirt off of you, examining you and grinning. “I can’t see how you don’t think this isn’t beautiful.” He kissed you again, and again, and again, his hands roaming all over your skin, until you pulled back and when he leaned in for another kiss, you stopped him.

“Not tonight baby,” you shook your head. “We’ll be up all night.”

He stared at you, and then nodded his head. “Okay,” he agreed. “Yeah.”

“We can’t wake up Pete,” you pointed out.

“You’re right,” he chuckled softly. He leaned towards you, but instead of kissing you, he moved his lips towards you ear and whispered, “I want to be able to hear you screaming my name.” Your eyes widened, totally taken aback that Patrick would even say something like that, but you had to admit, it was damn sexy.

“We’ll finish this up another time,” you promised. “But for now, you need to get some sleep.”

“Okay,” he complied. You laid on top of him, both of your shirts somewhere discarded on the ground now, and you rested your head on his chest, your fingers entangled in his hair, his hands rubbing small circles on your bare back, his heart close to yours, his cool breath on your face.

“Sweet dreams,” you whispered.

“Goodnight y/n,” he mumbled. He closed his eyes and you fell asleep like that, drifting off into a sweet slumber, his arms wrapped around you and keeping you safe.

When you woke up, realizing that someone was underneath you, was it Patrick? That’s when you started to remember everything. It was real. All of that was actually real. You grinned, thinking of everything he had said to you last night, and then you got up, looking at his face. He was such an adorable sleeper, his lips parted slightly, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. You checked the clock and realized you should probably wake Patrick up too, so you called his name several times, his eyes fluttering open and rearranging his glasses on his face. “Come on Patrick, you gotta wake up. There’s a big show today,” you reminded.

“Mmm y/n?” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes and opening them up. You crawled off of him, also remembering that you were both shirtless. You got up off the bed, picking up his fedora from the nightstand and fixing it on your head, grinning.

“You got to get up or else you won’t get your fedora back,” you teased. He sat up in bed, laughing and smiling at you.

“Was yesterday real?” he wondered.

“Sure was!” a voice made both you and Patrick jump, and sure enough, it was Pete, who had swung the bathroom door open and walked into the bedroom.

“Damn,” Patrick put a hand to his chest. “You almost scared me to death, Pete.”

“Holy shit, look at that hot girl,” Pete raised his eyebrows, looking you up and down and staring at your breasts with a playful grin. “Sure you’re just friends?”

“Shut up,” Patrick grumbled.

“Sorry,” you instantly blushed, embarrassed, and you searched the ground for your t-shirt from last night, picking it up and slipping it on.

“You don’t have to put on the shirt, honey. You look a whole lot better without it,” Pete suggested.

“Quit it,” Patrick snapped, pulling off the covers and getting out of bed.

“Woah, look at you Pattycakes! Shirtless? When was the last time I saw you shirtless?” Pete wondered.

“Stop,” Patrick demanded. “You’re being rude.”

“I’m just curious,” Pete sighed. “What can I say? It’s not everyday I find you sleeping with hot chicks, Pat.”

“Knock it off, Wentz,” Patrick warned. “Last chance.”

“Last chance or what?” Pete challenged.

“Or I’ll kick your ass,” you put your hands on your hips. Pete blinked in disbelief, and then you picked up Patrick’s wrinkled dress shirt and handed it to him, which he slipped on quickly and buttoned almost twice as fast. “Come on, Patrick. Let’s go get some breakfast.”

You tugged on his arm and the two of you left the hotel, you staring Pete down until you reached the hallway, and Patrick looked at you. “Thanks,” he chuckled sheepishly.

“He deserved it,” you shrugged.

“You look good in my fedora,” Patrick beamed.

“Nah, you look better in it,” you reassured, taking it off your head and giving it to Patrick.

“So where do you want to go?” Patrick asked. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and pressed the elevator button.

“I don’t know,” you replied. “Anywhere.”

“Anywhere?” Patrick inquired.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

As soon as you walked out of the hotel though, there were photographers and paparazzi and interviewers flocking him. “Mr. Stump! Mr. Stump!” they all called.

“Here we go again,” Patrick chuckled. You stood beside him as they raced up to him.

“Is this the same girl from last night?”

“Who is she?”

“Why was she at your hotel with you?”

“Are you sure you’re just friends?”

“Why are you wearing the same outfit as yesterday?”

“How come you’re with this girl again?”

“Guys,” Patrick took a deep breath and grinned. “This is y/n. I’m proud to announce that she’s my girlfriend, and I love her a lot, and I think you’ll all learn to love her too.”

“Your girlfriend?” someone cried.

“Yeah,” Patrick laughed. “And she makes me the happiest man in the world.”

New Roommates | Pt.1

Hello! This is a fan fic about Dan Howell (with appearances by Phil Lester). This is my first fan fic so bear with me on this journey please (:

PLOT: The reader is a fellow youtuber who is moving to London but can’t find a place to live in time, so their friends Dan & Phil suggest she can move in with them for the time being. Slowly, a budding romance between the reader and Dan unfolds. 

Y/N -> Your Name

“Thank you for letting me stay here guys, you have no idea how much you’re helping me out here.” Y/N said as she dropped her suitcases on the floor of Dan and Phil’s London apartment. She had just been thrown out of her previous one and needed a place to stay in the city. Luckily, as they shared a popular career, the two boys had proposed she would move in with them. “Oh no problem, that’s what friends are for right?!” Phil said, giving Y/N a genuine smile. The place seemed tidier somehow than the times she had been here before, almost as if the two had been fussing around all day making sure everything was neat and clean for when Y/N would arrive. Dan was fidgeting with his hands, a nervous tick, as he awkwardly smiled at Y/N before breaking the silence.

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Signs (George Harrison)

A/N: Haven’t been able to submit in a while. Missing this blog so much! A George one for everyone, because George is life! :) <3

Written by Robynne (if-i-fell-for-paul)

You groaned in distress, running both hands through your hair. John nodded, patting your back in reassurance. You glanced at George Harrison, your best friend of nearly (insert number here) years, who was standing a few feet away, chatting with Paul. He didn’t even sneak a glance towards you and John, and that made you even more upset. John sat beside you, comforting you of your own frustration. You loved George throughout the times you two have been hanging out together, but you can’t help but feel irritated by how dense and oblivious he was when you were dropping some suggestive action. You even held his hand, but he didn’t mind. There was a time when you nearly kissed his lips on purpose, but he took it in a friendly manner. There was a time when you even sent a very long love letter to him, but he dismissed it as a friendly gesture from you. You weren’t giving up–no, the battle was just starting.
“Oh, stop your glaring,” John said. “Hazza’s going to melt if you keep glaring at him fiercely like that.”
You glared at John. He grinned.
“Now that’s better,” he said. “I like it when you glare at me like that.”
You groaned again, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t help but want to eavesdrop in the conversation Paul and George were having, but you didn’t want to let him think you were being rude. John was sitting rigidly beside you, staring at George.
“I have an idea,” he whispered, leaning over to you. “I’m not sure you’re going to like the idea, but you sound desperate, so…”
You grabbed John by the collar in both hands. He flinched, a little surprised by your sudden action.
Tell me,” you said through gritted teeth. “I want him to know how much I…”
“Alright, alright,” John said, gently pushing your hand away. “I get what you mean. Hazza just needs a little push and he’ll be done for. By the end of the day, you’re gonna find him falling into your arms mercilessly.”
“Am I not the one who’s supposed to be doing that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
John laughed. “You sound like the man in your relationship! Shut up, (Y/n).”
You shook your head. “Whatever. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
John leaned over, whispering in your ear. He was grinning the entire time, but you couldn’t help but grin and nod in determination. The two of you gave each other hi-five’s before leaving the room. You glanced at George on your way out, seeing that he was still talking to Paul with that fang of a grin on his face. You gave off a disgusted look before completely leaving.

“I think I regret this idea.”
“What?! Are you kidding me?! We worked hard for this! You can’t back down now!”
Your knees shook. “But John…”
“No, shut up, (Y/n). You’re going to do this whether you like it or not.”
You and John were on the top of George’s house, rolling down the sign that said: “I love you, GEORGE HARRISON! With love, (Y/n).” You can’t help but feel ridiculous and embarrassed. You still loved George, but it was embarrassing to do this just for him to notice. I mean, you could just straight up and tell him? Well, no. John is already rolling down the huge, white cloth with his handwriting on it, and a few hearts here and there. There were people walking by who saw it, taking photographs of you and John rolling down the sign.
“Perks of being a Beatle,” John muttered under his breath.
The flashes were hurting your eyes, but John insisted we keep going. Eventually the paparazzi and the people walking by had their cameras turned to a different direction. Paul and George were by the corner! The people ran after the two, taking pictures of them. Gladly enough, Paul managed to charm his way through the throngs of women and men. George was in a stampede, being asked about some sort of “sign” on the roof of his house. Alarmed by this, he ran after Paul, who was now standing by the pathway to George’s home. George came soon after, his jaw dropping when he saw you and John on the roof. It was either that or the sign on the roof that was oh-so embarrassing. You blushed at the sight of his not-so innocent stare.
“The two of you’s get down from there!” George shouted worriedly. “You’re gonna get hurt if you keep ‘at up!”
“Hazza, can’t you see the fuckin’ sign, you oblivious fuck?!” John shouted back.
George’s gaze averted to the sign, and not a single action or gesture was given. He smiled, though, but you expected something more. You can’t help but feel your heart break into a million pieces.
“Ah… I see,” George said, nodding. “Well, I love you too, (Y/n). You’re a great friend.”
Paul nudged George. “I don’t think that’s what she means, Joj…”
“Hmm?” George hummed, turning to Paul.
Paul sighed. “She means she loves you in a romantic way, you twit!”
Paul shook George, making him laugh nervously.
“She… she does?” George asked, a little surprised.
John nodded triumphantly. “Yeah, Hazza! She loves you!”
John and Paul began singing “She Loves You” mockingly to George, who was blushing beet red and nervously fixing his coat and hair. You turned to John, running up to glomp him.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you…!” you shouted.
“Whoa, (Y/n)!” John shouted. “W-we’re gonna fall…!”
The two of you slipped on the roof, making the people gasp at the sight. You shut your eyes tight, expecting that you were going to die right then and there, but no. Two, thin arms held you protectively from the fall. You opened your eyes, seeing that George was sitting on the ground, cushioning your fall. John landed on Paul, who was lying helplessly on the ground. George grinned as he helped you up and dusted one another. The two of you helped Paul and John.
“That was some scene,” Paul said, shaking his head.
John grinned. “It was well-worth it, though.”
George laughed nervously as he turned to you. You turned, hugging him tightly. He was a little surprised, making him jerk a little, but he happily hugged back. Everyone clapped and wolf-whistled, making the two of you look like twin tomatoes. Paul patted George’s back while John gave you a suggestive wink. You playfully punched his arm, making him laugh.
“I love you too, (Y/n),” he said finally, sighing. “I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs.”
You playfully pushed him away. “You’re such an insensitive little bug for not noticing everything I did.”
He pouted like a little child. “I’m sorry–really! I’ll make it up to you.”
“Sloppy makeouts?” Paul suggested, leaning over to George’s back.
“Intense sexual intercourse?” John sugegsted, grinning as he leaned over your back.
You and George pushed them away, making them laugh. The two of you hugged until it was dark and time to go home. You spent the night with George, talking about all the little things you did to make him know how much you loved him. Surely enough, he appreciated them, and he happily returned your love.

anonymous asked:

RFA reactions to coming home to a house filled with fire alarms screeching/smoke and finding MC in the kitchen desperately trying to shut the alarms off and they see a black block on the counter that was supposed to be a cake because MC wanted to do something nice for them but can't cook for crap. And theyre just so embarrassed

I wrote extra for jumin bc i was FEELIN it in class

Yoosung

  • He hears the fire alarm at the door and he gets so scared
  • He rushes inside, “MC ARE YOU O-”
  • “nonONOONO DON’T LOOK!!!”
  • You’re waving a cloud of smoke out the window with a newspaper, shushing the smoke alarm
  • “MC…?” his eyes land on a baking tray
  • Are those…cookies? He can’t tell
  • Your face is so red
  • “Did you try to-”
  • “YES AND WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT IT”

Zen

  • At first he was super scared because he thought the house was on fire
  • Thankfully, it was just your cake that was burnt beyond repair
  • He could’t even tell that it had been red bvelvet, it was just a lump of charcoal by now
  • Yuo explained to him what had happened and he was trying to hard not to laugh
  • “I accidentally set the timer to two hours instead of- ARE YOU LAUGHING”
  • “No babe, //snort//, I would inever”
  • “I’m gonna beat you with this cake brick I swear”

Jaehee

  • She burst through the door of the house expecting to see fire
  • She just saw you
  • at the stove
  • staring at her like a deer in headlights
  • “W-welcome home, dear. Pay no mind”
  • You dump an entire cakepan into the trash, leaning n the table with your elbow and acting like nothing happened
  • Even though the smoke alarm was still going off
  • “How was-” BEEP BEEP BEEP “your day?”
  • She laughs so hard
  • But she helps you make new brownies

707

  • He saw the whole thing
  • all of it
  • You can bet your ass he’s wheezing in the other room bc YOU PUT A WHOLE CUP OF SALT JFC
  • also the momet you started panicking as the smoke alarm went off, and how he chose that moment to walk into the kitchen
  • “SEVEN CLOSE YOUR EYES”
  • “I saw the whole thing, babe. There’s a security camera right there”
  • FUCK”
  • He’s losing his shit
  • “You should have helped me!!”
  • “I’m sorry it was just too funny”
  • Sleep on the couch”
  • BABE NO”

Jumin ficlet under the cut :3c

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Pixie Dust (And The Problems It Causes)

Seblaine Week 2014 // Day Six // Disney

Blaine expects his summer job to involve copious amounts of hair gel and screaming children, not an irritatingly handsome co-worker who has a tendency to pelt him with fairy dust.  // PG-13 // {also on} AO3 - ff.net 

Blaine considered himself one of the lucky ones when it came to his line of work for the summer. His costume was laborious to get on, the many layers piling up in a way that was entirely unpleasant in the southern heat, but at the very least, he didn’t have to wear a wig. And it wasn’t as though he was unused to the piles of gel that went into slicking back his natural curly locks into a smooth, Disney-approved hairstyle. 

The girls seemed to have it worse with the wigs; he watched with increasing amounts of sympathy where his Ariels would tug them off as soon as they were backstage with a groan at the sweat sticking to their scalps. He’d managed to purchase a small spray bottle at a local store one weekend and took to having it ready for those such moments, so he could spritz them with cool water until they stopped grumbling. 

It was what he’d seen his mom do to Cooper as a kid when the heat had made him agitated and it seemed to be as effective here.

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oreocchi  asked:

super spy husbands hc that iwa-chan is slightly wary of oikawa going undercover in social event missions while iwaizumi's the lookout bc one time oikawa was a little too social and drank too much and started waving one of the gun children around. iwaizumi probably is more worried about his children ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

okay this is another CUTE hc!! ridiculously cute omg
I had a similar work which I started a looooong time ago based on Oikawa going undercover and Iwa working in the operation line so this inspired another word blab. This one ended up being a whole fic (because I don’t know how to control myself god). Thank you for this idea oreo!! ʕ ∗ •́ ڡ •̀ ∗ ʔ

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Work It Out

the long awaited sequel to The First Days Of Spring! go read that first if you haven’t already.

based on the album “Work It Out” by the always brilliant Lucy Rose.

word count: 5,3k

excerpt: It’s a quarter past two at night and I can’t do this, not at this time, not like this. Your spelling is still impeccable, which means you can’t be that drunk, but just enough to think that this is a good idea. I shut my phone off.




For You

If I’m gonna work hard, for you
And if I’m gonna take my time, for you
If it’s gonna be now, for you
Where do I go from here?

* * *

As soon as you walk through the door, I want to run away.

The coffeeshop is small and a bit grimy, but neither of us has been here before. It’s a safe place. We have no memories here.

In the two seconds it takes for you to spot me, all oxygen is drained out of my body, leaving my lungs screaming and aching. You lift your hand in greeting, letting the door fall shut behind you.

I close my eyes, lightning flashing across the backs of my eyelids. I can’t feel my hands anymore, I can’t feel my feet against the floor or the seat underneath me. All that’s left is my heart pounding in my ears.

When I open my eyes, you’re right in front of me, shrugging your jacket off. It’s June, but outside London is more autumn than summer. The air nipped at my cheeks as I walked here, my hands turning a faint shade of blue. The tea I ordered to warm them up is already getting cold.

I watch your hands as you hang your jacket over the chair. They look the same. Your shoulders look the same, too. And your collarbones. The only thing about you that doesn’t look the same is your lips, but maybe I’m imagining things.

“I’ll just go buy a coffee, okay?”

I nod and you head back towards the counter, your neck pale above your dark sweater.

There has to be a way out. Somewhere I can hide, somewhere I can disappear. A toilet I can escape to, a wallpaper I could melt into, pretend I never really came.

But it’s too late. You’re already here. I’m already wounded.

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"Whoa man, chill out." (Nate Maloley Imagine)

Requested by anonymous: “I love your blog xx - Can I have an imagine where y/n and Nate have a 4 year old daughter and there all like having a family night and go out to dinner and a bunch of paparazzi are outside when they’re done with dinner and the paparazzi are saying rude things. Suu there daughter is scared because Nate is yelling at the paparazzi and swearing.”

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A/N: I wrote this from (Y/N)’s pov, and liked it, but then I wrote it from Nate’s pov, and liked it so much better. Also, I just finished watching Teen Wolf and Lydia was the first name the popped into my head, so.. :)

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Nate’s P.O.V:

“You two almost ready?” I called called from downstairs.

“Just a second!” (Y/N) called back. I sat back down on the couch until I heard (Y/N) and our daughter, Lydia, coming down the stairs.

“There are my favorite girls.” I said as I got up. I took Lydia into my arms and kissed her all over. “You ready to go?” I asked her.

“Yeah!” She cheered. We were all going out to dinner as a family. Something we hadn’t done in a long time since I got really busy with my music, I’ve been in and out of the studio and all over the place for perfomances. I loved being able to spoil my girls and take them out to show them off. However, there was a downside to being famous.

The paparazzi.

I hated that every where we went, the paparazzi always followed. Even when (Y/N) and I weren’t in the same place, the paparazzi followed her around just as much as they did me. And I hated seeing all the nasty things they said about her, like the fact that we had a baby out of wedlock, and that she was just using me for my money, and just a bunch of other ridiculous garbage.

“Baby, try not to let them get you upset tonight.” She said to me as we made our way to dinner. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight.

“I won’t.” I said smiling. When we arrived at the restaurant, we are quickly seated and the three of us had a nice night, talking, and laughing, and just enjoying our time together as a family. As we were leaving, that all went downhill, when the paparazzi found us. Camera flashes were going off and they were yelling, but you kept on your way. (Y/N) carried Lydia to the car with her head pressed against her shoulder as I heard her start to cry. All the yelling scared her. I could hear them yelling mean things about me, which didn’t phase me, because it was nothing that I hadn’t heard already. I was doing a good job of keeping my cool, until I heard one of them say something mean about (Y/N) and Lydia. I couldn’t entirely hear what he said, but I heard their names and flipped.

“Say what you want about me, I don’t care. But don’t you EVER say shit like that about my girlfriend or my daughter. What she does is none of your concern and I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk about her like that.” I yelled at them.

“Whoa, Nate calm down man.” One if them called back, which made me even more mad.

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down. And get that shit out of my face.” I yelled as I pushed away the cameras. We finally arrived back at the car and sped out of the parking lot. As we got further away from the restaraunt, I pulled off to the side of the road so I could talk to my girls.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry about that. I know I said that I wouldn’t let them upset me, but I couldn’t listen to that nonsense that they were saying any longer.” I said. (Y/N) looked up at me and kissed me.

“It’s okay baby. How could I be mad at someone for sticking up for me?” She said.

“I love you (Y/N).” I said.

“I love you too.” She says back.

“And, I love you, princess.” I said, looking back at Lydia. I leaned into the backseat and wiped the tears from her face.

“Love you too daddy.” She says. When we finally got back home, we made ourselves comfortable on the couch and just hung out and watched movies for the rest of the night

shutterbuggerykps replied to your photo “A spokesperson for Benedict confirmed to MailOnline: and…”

Oh please. Who are they kidding? They haven’t looked “over the moon” since this whole thing started.

Probably cos they’re looking for neutral coloured paint at Homebase.

Alright, alright, you got me. I snapped. So what special abilities do you have that allow you to see what goes on behind closed doors based on media pics? Where a million clicks go off and you’re working out their entire life based on that freeze frame of a millisecond? Wow. Did they teach you that at Hogwarts? Don’t suppose you can see the winning lottery numbers in your cup of tea either, can you? Does it not occur to you how difficult it is when you’re THIS famous to keep a private life private? Canoodling on the red carpet isn’t keeping it private, is it? And i sure as hell know i’d have a little truce with my OH that we keep that solely for ourselves because it isn’t FOR anyone else, especially if we had so little left. If everything else in my life was so public i would fight tooth and nail to keep that ONE thing for us. They don’t make decisions in their life to keep YOU happy. They don’t owe you anything, they don’t owe you a picture that makes you feel better about what they have going on. They’re 36+ year old adults, as people keep telling other fans, “he doesn’t need protecting”, well he doesn’t need to cater for your selfish needs either, pal. Look at how shocked people were when Tim&Helena broke up! Everything looked okay on the outside but wasn’t quite on the inside, am i right? You don’t know a thing about BC/SH’s relationship, and neither do i. I’ve been surfing this wave for a while. I’ve been on the fence with Humpty Dumpty hanging “as long as he’s happy i don’t give a fuck” sign around my neck and i’ve had a pretty easy time of it. I’ve had fun and a good laugh actually, just supporting Benedict and going to Q+A’s and meeting people from all around the world. Having hardly no impact on Benedict’s life, but enjoying his public one with him and with everyone else he’s picked up on the way. Perspective. And you know, i can already hear the ‘Well he managed to look pretty happy in the past’ comments too. Yeah man, back when Cumberbatchweb barely had 20k Twitter followers, when the Benedict Cumberbatch tumblr tag could go hours without an update and when people weren’t wasting their minutes monitoring his e v e r y move and facial expression and figuring out his life story with every camera flash. Used to have a pretty relaxed time of it. No one gave two shits about him then! No scrutiny. I’m sure Benedict knows more than anyone that his choices have brought him here and knows all about the kind of magic that goes on in showbiz better than you do. I’m sure they’ll get through it all together just fine and carry on living their sparkly lives and with an ignorance is bliss attitude to all of this bullshit everyone on here has had to endure in the tags. They’ll raise a child that will be s o f u c k i n g loved. It will be able to do whatever it wants in its life. Travel the world if they want, do whatever it wants for a career, the world is their fucking oyster. I mean, god! There’s another person involved now people. And that’s the bottom line. It’s been a sad and sorry display from some users. It’s not your wedding, it’s not your child, it’s not your life homie. You can keep kidding yourself for the next 18 years if you like, it seems like you’ve got the time for it, but i certainly won’t be around to hear it. 

I’m just so baffled at some of the responses, even from people i’ve met and thought were head screwed on kind of okay… Have we not all got better things to be doing? It’s nobody’s business. I’d be fucking miserable if people like you were trying to figure out my very healthy private relationship all the time based on what that photograph that’s about to be taken 300 times looks like, and for the record my OH would be completely bricking himself for the entire duration if we found out i was carrying a little human, so in comparison, they seem to be doing pretty well. 

Picking Nate Up From the Airport Imagine (Requested)

I waited at baggage claim for my friend Nate’s flight to get in. I was so excited to see him, it had been a few weeks and I missed him. I noticed a lot of young girls with their cameras ready to go. It always boggled my mind how these girls knew all his flight information. The flight had just got in as I noticed a line of people entering the room. I immediately spotted Nate who was already swarmed by fans. I didn’t want to get tackled by the fan girls, so I waited until Nate spotted me.

He walked towards me, smiling and waving. When he reached me, Nate embraced me in a long tight hug. I was so happy to have my friend back here in L.A. I soon noticed the never ending flashes of all the girls cameras. They were screaming my name, I didn’t even know they knew who I was. Soon they we’re screaming a combination of me and Nate’s names, I’m assuming our “ship name”. Nate and I laughed and grabbed his bags and headed out of the airport, Nate grabbed my hand, making sure I wouldn’t get swept away into the sea of fan girls who were still snapping pictures.

Once we reached my car, and set off. We had the sunroof open and windows down, blasting music and enjoying the California sunshine. It was perfect and to be with my best friend, couldn’t make the day even better than it already was.

My eyes were focused on the road as I heard Nate chuckle. “Yo, Y/N. Pictures of us went viral with our ship name. There’s a trend on twitter too. They think we should date, isn’t that funny.” Nate said looking over at me.

I laughed, it was cute that fans thought we’d be good together. In reality, it wasn’t ever going to happen Nate and I were simply friends. I had no physical attraction to him whatsoever.
“That’s hilarious, I don’t get why they all want you with me rather than the other girls you’ve been linked too.” I said.

“Because they know we’ve been friends forever and that you know me. I say we give it a try, for the sake of the fans. Gotta give the people what they want.” Nate said laughing, sarcasm evident in his voice.

“Oh definitely Nate, but first let me break up with my boyfriend of a few years.” I said with a wink.

“Whatever it takes lil mama.” Nate chuckled. I playfully smacked his arm, Nate was such a good friend, someone I could be myself around.

I liked that his fans thought I’d be good for him, and I respected that, but I just didn’t see that ever happening, Nate was put into the friend zone a long time ago.

When we reached my apartment, I put the car in park and unbuckled my seatbelt ready to go inside. Nate reached over and stopped me. I turned and looked at him, he was holding his phone clearly waiting to take a selfie of the two of us to tease his fans.

“Only because I love you.” I said as I smiled for the picture.

“Love you more Y/N.” Nate said as he posted the picture on Instagram with our ship name as the caption.

“Really Nate!? Now this will never stop!” I whined.

“I know.” he replied with the cheesiest grin as he got out of the car.

I sighed as I looked at my phone only to be greeted with hundreds of notifications. “Good thing I love ya Nate Maloley.” I muttered as I ran to catch up with my best friend.

Chapter 15.

What up my peeps! (Hi everyone! FIRESTAR is here too!) Unfortunately. I KID I KID.

Sorry for the longer wait for this chapter, one of my editors [Not FIRESTAR] was sick all last week, and was unable to edit until late last week. But it’s here now! So yay! (Cheers of joy!)

I hope you all enjoy this one! I’m sure the next chapter won’t take as long, mostly because I’m already almost done writing it. (Oh please tell me what happens next, promise I can keep a secret!)

However, after that, it probably won’t be until mid May when I’ll be able to write again. I have lots of testing and finals coming up, so that will be taking up most of my time. But then it’s summer, so lots of time to write! ^_^ (Can’t you just blow finals off until the night before, how important can they be?)

Peace my dudes. (Haha and his dudettes! Until our paths cross again.)

Chapters 1-14 here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11816194/1/Zootopia-Nick-Wilde-x-Judy-Hopps 

Chapter 15

Nick POV

“God damn it!” I yelled, as I fell flat on my face.

I became a little too overconfident with my ability to walk, and it lead me to tripping over the wheel of a cart. My body hit the ground hard. I cursed and hissed in pain on the cold floor, unable to move. Suddenly, I heard the door behind me burst open as someone rushed inside the room.

“God, I hope that’s not Judy,” I thought, embarrassed at my current situation.

“Oh, Mr. Wilde! Hang on, let me get some help!” a voice cried.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god it was only the panda. I had no choice but to lay there. There was no chance of me getting up by myself.

After a few moments I heard the soft padding of paws behind me.

“Hey! When is that help coming?” I called out.

I laid flat on my stomach, neck extended so my chin rested on the floor, giving me a perfect view of the paws coming towards me.

The paws stopped in front of my face.  I looked up to see a certain bunny staring back at me, smirking in amusement at my current predicament.

“Oh hey Nick, you having fun down there?”

I gave her a dopey grin, trying not to show any shock or pain in my face.

“Hey there Hopps. Having a blast! Whatcha doing?”

“I think I should be asking you that question.”

“Yeah…I seem to be having a little trouble walking.”

She knelt down to eye level.

“Aww, is poor whittle Nicky stuck? Does whittle Nicky need help, huh?” she asked, teasingly while stroking my cheek with the back of her paw, like my mother used to do when I was sick.

“It would be a shame if someone were able to get a picture of this…”

“You wouldn’t even try-” I started before yelping in surprise.

Too late, I had already been blinded by the flash of her camera. I sighed deeply.

“Alright, alright, this is just for me,” she cooed, smiling sweetly. “Now, maybe we should actually try to get you up?”

Judy POV

After Nick’s little tumble, nurses were able to help him up and get him dressed. That was something I left the room for.

In a few moments,  he was brought out, limping along with the use of a crutch under his right arm. Much like I had been when I was shot a few months back. He had taken such good care of me in my time of need. Now, it was my turn to return the favor.

The doctors told me that I needed to change the bandages on his torso twice a day and to do the same for his left arm. I got very good at dressing wounds while working on the force. It was something I regularly had to do for myself. However, dressing Nick’s wounds made me a bit nervous. His were far more extensive than any wound I had ever dealt with.

When he first walked out, I was a bit shocked. He looked extremely rugged and tired. His eyes were drooping, as if there were weights attached to his eyelids. He managed to muster a smile when he saw me.

“Hey Carrots. Ready to go?”

“I think I should be asking you that question! Are you sure you’re okay?”

He nodded reassuringly, and I could tell he just wanted to curl up in bed. I stuck by his side as he walked down the hallway, making sure if he stumbled I was there to catch him. Even though we walked at a slow pace, I could tell this was wearing him out. When we reached my car, Nick looked like he was about to collapse. The fox was panting, and his cheeks were somewhat pale. I opened the car door for him and Nick flopped into the seat, wincing as he did.

“Nick, are you sure-”

“Yep,” he cut me off, still panting. “I’m…I’m good.”

I gave him a skeptic look, which caused him to flash me an innocent smile. I shook my head while closing the car door on him. I took the crutch he had leaned against the side of my car and tossed it in the trunk.

“Maybe he just needs a good night’s sleep,” I thought. “Yeah, that must be it.”

Feeling reassured, I jumped into the driver’s seat, and pulled out of the lot.

Nick POV

Now I really felt terrible. My body was ready to completely shut down, and I could pass out at any moment. It was a major struggle just to get to the car. As we started driving, I noticed that we weren’t heading towards my apartment.

“Juds….you missed…the turn…to my apartment,” I said, still breathless.

She waved her paw at me dismissively,

“You really think I’d let you go back there, alone, in the state you’re in? Nuh-uh, mister. You’re staying with me the next few days. And before you protest, I already took the next three days off, so it’s settled,” she told me sternly, not taking her eyes off the road.

I curved my lips ever so slightly.

“You’re so sexy….when you’re assertive.”

She gave me a glance, blushing crimson.

“Anyways, you’re going to have my bed too. I won’t have you sleeping on the couch with your injuries.”

She noticed the concerned look I was giving her.

“I’ll be fine Nicholas, I can handle sleeping on the couch for a few nights.”

I realized how futile my attempts to convince her otherwise would be, so I shut my trap. If this is the way she wanted it, no amount of arguing out of me was going to change her mind.

“I already have everything set up for you, I brought all of your essentials from your apartment. You should really try locking your door.”

“It’s not like I have….anything in there worth stealing anyways.”

I looked over at her, a glimmer catching my eye. She was wearing the necklace I had given her on her birthday. She noticed me staring at it and reached a paw up, touching it.

“I..never really took this off, even after…I still had it on, underneath my shirt. I just figured since we were back together that…”

“It looks great on you Juds.” I smiled lazily at her. “That reminds me…I think I should be getting a certain watch strap back…”

Judy POV

We pulled into the parking lot of my apartment and I was happy to see Nick was a little more perky after discovering I was wearing his necklace. It was true. I had never taken it off. It was always underneath my clothes even after we had broken up. I was never ready to let him go.

I guided Nick to the elevator, which carried us up to my floor. Once we entered my apartment he immediately started towards my room, obviously eager to lay down and relax. I wanted nothing more than that for him, but I grabbed his paw and pulled him back.

“Not so fast Wilde. I cleaned my sheets all nicely for you and you haven’t showered in days. The least you could do for me clean yourself up.”

He groaned.

“Yes, Mother,” he said sarcastically.

I handed him a towel and washcloth, and he entered into my bathroom. After a few seconds however, I heard the door creak open again.

“Ah, Judy?”

“Yes Nick?”

“I uh, I can’t get my shirt off.”

I froze, remembering how much pain he must be in. The thought of undressing Nick also crossed my mind. I had never seen him shirtless. Even though his chest was bare in the hospital, he was so heavily bandaged, his torso was nearly completely covered.

“Well, come on out then. Let’s get it off of you.”

He slowly shuffled out of the bathroom, head hanging like he was a little kid in trouble. I sat on the edge of my bed and patted the spot next to me, gesturing for him to sit.

Once he did I stood in front of him, nervous and anxious. I shook the nervousness off. There was nothing strange about this, Nick needed my help. He was in pain! Besides…we were friends. Well, more than friends…but still!

I slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his heavily bandaged chest. Once I had undone all the buttons I carefully slid one arm out of the shirt, then the other, trying to make it as painless as possible. Still, I could tell by his low whining how much it hurt him.

“I’m sorry Nick, I have to.”

“I know, just get it over with.”

I nodded. It was time to take off the bandages now. I started with the wrap on his left arm, where his paw used to be. I was shaking, unsure of how bad the amputation would look.

Surprisingly, it didn’t look too bad. Sure it was red, but I could already see some fur starting to grow back. I looked up at him and gave him a reassuring smile.

“This looks good Nicky! See? Some of your fur is already starting to come back in!”

He smiled back at me, but it was obvious he was trying to mask his pain.

I climbed on the bed behind him, ready to start unraveling his chest.

“Ready?” I asked, my fingers dancing over the bandages.

He took a deep breath in.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

I found where the bandage started and began pulling, wrapping my paws around him so I could go as quickly as possible, passing the end of the bandage to the other paw.

As I uncovered more and more of his back, I discovered that it really wasn’t too bad.

‘Huh…’ I thought, ‘Maybe he healed up quickly!’

Sure there were a few scabs here and there, but nothing too major. Finally, the process was complete. He then stood up, his front now facing me.

I let out a sudden gasp, not expecting what I saw. There were deep gashes all across his chest, obviously claw marks. There seemed to be more scabs than fur.

“Oh Nicky, I hadn’t realized…”

He shrugged nonchalantly. I was on the verge of tears now.  I wanted to find the wolf that did this and those bears. I wanted to.. I stopped myself there. That wolf…that was something I needed to ask Nick about. He turned back around, walking towards the door to the bathroom.

“Oh, before I forget, since you love my tail so much…” he said teasingly.

I looked at his back, wondering what was coming next. Suddenly, he dropped his pants, giving his… uh… rear… a wiggle.

“Nicholas!” I yelled while throwing my paws up to shield my eyes, horror in my voice.

I heard him laugh, something I hadn’t heard in awhile, and the bathroom door shut.

Nick POV

I was still chuckling about my little stunt after my shower, remembering the horror on Judy’s face when I looked back at her.

“I still can’t believe you did that,” she muttered as she reapplied new bandages on my injuries.

“I think you liked it, at least a little bit.”

“Shut up!”

I felt the gauze tighten as she pinned it to itself, finished with the wrap.

“Thanks Cottontail.” I turned to face her, smiling thankfully.

“I’m really tired, so I think I’m gonna hit the hay if that’s alright with you.”

She nodded as she stood up from the bed, smoothing down the pants that covered her thighs.

“There’s just one thing I need to ask you first.”

I cocked my head, wondering what it could be.

“Alright. Shoot.”

“Who were those animals? The ones that captured you…the wolf and the two bears?” she asked carefully, like I was a witness at a crime scene.

My throat tightened just thinking about them.

“The wolf…his name is Jack London. We used to be conning partners until he turned his back on me to take a bigger payday, leaving me out in the rain. I was able to get him back though….at the expense of his leg. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. As for the bears…probably just his goonies. Never seen them before.”

She nodded as I talked, trying to take in all the details. She gave me a sheepish, almost worrisome look after a few moments.

“Do you think….they’ll do something like this again?”

“Probably. It would surprise me if they didn’t, actually.”

“Have you told Chief Bogo about this?”

“Nah. He doesn’t need to know, or get involved.”

“Nick! You see what they did to you, if they might do it again, we need to find them!”

“Judy. Really it’s fine. I can handle myself.”

Her eyes started welling up with tears.

“What if they come after me?” she said in a meek, childlike voice.

My heart stopped. I had never considered that they might use Judy as leverage in the future. If anything were to happen to her because of me…

“Nicky…..I’m scared.”

Since I was laying in bed, I scooched over to give her room.

“Well, there’s always room for one more in here.”

She quickly walked over to the bed, crawling up in the space I had provided for her. I wrapped my left arm around her, upset that I could no longer hold her with my paw.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you Carrots. I’ll tell Bogo. We’ll find them.”

She sniffled, trying to calm down.

“Oh, you bunnies, so emotional,” I joked.

She laughed, remembering our first hug under that bridge.

“I got you Cottontail,” I said lovingly. “I got you.“

The Start (Chapter 1)

It’s 3:00 in the afternoon at a loft space in which VictoriaSecret is holding various fittings for their upcoming shows. They have beenreworking outfits for hours perfecting every detail.

 “Alright, I think that’s it. You are free to go Ms. Swift,”said the shows stylist.

“Thank you! I’m so excited, it’s going to all look sobeautiful!”

“Well it was a pleasure working with you, we are looking forward to the day as well.”

“I’ll see you then!” said Taylor as she stuffed her phone charger into her favorite purse.

“So we can do that phone interview now or we can bump it to tomorrow morning, its up to you,” said Tree, Taylor publicist.

“I’m starving, I think that my blood is about 90 percent coffee right now and I haven’t eaten anything since like 8am this morning.”

“So no interview now?”

“That’s going to be a hard no. I need to eat, just email me the time and I’ll be prepared.”

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Taylor began putting on her sweater when she heard a voice behind her.

“Hi, I’m Karlie”

Taylor turned to see a six foot, slender model with shoulder length, light brown hair. She had the most gorgeous green eyes and strong cheekbones. However, it was her goofy, genuine smile that seemed to illuminate her surroundings. ‘Pure sunshine’ was all Taylor could explain it as.

“Hi, I’m Taylor, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m kinda a big fan of yours. I’m super excited about you playing this years show.”

“Well thank you, it’s always been a dream of mine to play on a glitter runway.”

“It is kinda epic. Scary, but so cool.”

‘Of course she’s done the show before, how can you look like that and not be wanted for every runway?’ Taylor thought

“Well I just hope it all goes according to plan. I’ve done a lot of shows but this is unlike anything.”

“Trust me, it’s a totally different beast”

Taylor laughed “After this fitting I can only imagine.”

Karlie giggle. ‘Pure sunshine’ Taylor thought again.

“Hey so I kinda overheard you taking saying you were hungry, I’m actually about to go grab something to eat if you want to join.” Said Karlie hesitantly. She had always been a huge fan but Taylor was way more beautiful in person and seeing her interact with everyone and even speaking to her now, made Karlie realize she was down to earth as well.

“I’d love to, what are you thinking?” Taylor responded, surprised but happy that Karlie was more forward than she would be.

“Um, I’m vegetarian so there is this place called Sarabeths on Greenwich that’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, ok I’m always looking for new places.”

“Perfect! Let me just grab my things and say goodbye to some people and I’ll meet you downstairs,” Karlie said excitedly.

“See you down there,” Taylor replied

Taylor was still learning the city after she moved a couple of moths ago and Karlie seemed like she knew her way around. Plus she was kinda gorgeous and her positive energy was infectious. Taylor was excited to get to know her.

 On the other side of the loft Karlie was packing her things into her bag, throwing in books she was trying to finish and her phone that she decided to put on silent for the rest of the afternoon. She couldn’t believe that Taylor so easily said yes to her lunch invitation, ‘I guess she was super hungry’ Karlie thought.

She said her goodbyes to the stylists and then headed over to her fellow model friends.

“Goodbye loves!” Karlie said leaning over to give a double hug to Cara and Jordan.

“You’re leaving?!” Cara exclaimed, “I have barely seen you!”

“I’m grabbing lunch with Taylor but we should get drinks this week!”

“Yes please!” said Cara, “wait you’re getting lunch with Taylor, as in Swift?”
“Yeah we just met she’s actually really nice.”

“Get it girl!” said Cara, slapping Karlies butt.

“I don’t know if she goes that way Cara,” Karlie said blushing.

“For you she would. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, every girl has, she’s Taylor Swift.”

“Ok Cara I’m going to go before I say something that comes back to bit me in the ass. Also Taylor is waiting downstairs.”

“Already have her waiting on you, damn girl!”

“Bye babe, let me know about drinks this week!”

“Will do!” Cara said as the elevator door closed and Karlie began her decent towards Taylor.

Karlie felt more and more nervous as the elevator reached ground level. She hadn’t really thought about Taylor that way. She figured that based off of the singers alleged track record that women weren’t her type but then again that’s what Karlie had though until she slept with one of her model friends after a show for fashion week in Paris. She would have chalked it up to the copious amount of alcohol consumed that night had it not happened a few days latter with a different model, this time with far less alcohol involved. She hadn’t made it a habit, sleep with her co-workers, but when they are some of the most beautiful women in the world it was hard to resist. Cara had introduced Karlie to this world and she was still finding her footing. She was still very much attracted to men but had seriously been considering looking for her next romantic partner to be a woman. It was worth a shot.

The doors of the elevator opened and Karlie saw Taylor casually leaning against the wall, phone in hand, bangs swept to one side of her face.

“Hey, you ready?” Karlie asked.

“Yeah totally!” Taylor said moving away from the wall and finally looking away from her phone.

When they made eye contact Karlie realized how incredibly blue Taylor’s eyes looked in the light that shone through the windows. She was caught staring when she realized that Taylor was the waiting for her to take the lead. The model had been the one to extend the lunch invitation and Taylor had never been to the restaurant before.

“Do you want to take a cab?” asked Karlie

“Um, do you mind if we take my car? Just like security reasons and everything,” said Taylor shyly.

“Yeah that’s totally fine,” Karlie responded, realizing that Taylor’s need for security was something she wasn’t quite used to but completely understood the necessity for it.

“I’m sorry, this is whole security situation is so not casual.”

“It’s totally fine, I get it. I would rather you feel safe than casual”

Taylor giggled, “thanks, it’s just that-“

“Taylor, you don’t have to explain,” Karlie said with a half smile shaking her head.

Taylor immediately felt her face blush. She had only known the model for a little while and already she seamed to know what to say to make Taylor comfortable. With that thought Karlie flashed her smile and ‘pure sunshine.’

“Ms. Swift, your car is ready for you” said one of Taylor body guards

“Ok were on our way,” said Taylor without breaking eye contact with Karlie

Karlie blushed and looked down at the floor.

“Do you know the address?” Taylor asked

“Um, yeah should I just tell the driver?”

“Yeah, ready to face the paparazzi?” Taylor said letting out a big breath as she faced forward and re-adjusted her shoulders.

“Yup,” Karlie said.

It was like watching a solder go into battle. The way the singer braced herself for the cameras, it was both admirable and sad. Karlie felt empathetic towards the blond. In the little time that Karlie had known her she had already had to make two abnormal alterations to her daily schedule. As soon as they stepped outside the flashes started and everyone began calling Taylor’s name. Yet the older girl kept composed as she made her was into the car. Karlie shut the door behind her and immediately told the driver the address.

Taylor felt bad that so soon after meeting Karlie that she had pulled her through a paparazzi attack. However, this is her life and Karlie seemed to walk through it flawlessly. Taylor watched as Karlie gave the driver the address. The singer realized how toned the models shoulders and back were as she leaned forward and her racer back workout tank top revealed her hard work at the gym. This time Taylor was caught staring as Karlie sat back in her seat. The blond blushed and looked up at Karlie’s bright green eyes as a smirk crept across her face.

“All good,” Karlie said crossing her legs.

“Sorry for all the-“

“Taylor I told you, don’t even worry about it. This is your life I knew that before I even talked to you.”

Taylor let out a sigh she didn’t know she was keeping in. She smiled a said, “ok thanks”

Both girls exchanged a smile and looked out their respective windows.

“This city is beautiful. It gets me every day,” Taylor said.

“I know I’ve been living here for years and I still fall in love with it every day. Just wait till you look outside and its snowing for the first time. It is the most magical thing.”

“I can not wait, Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Besides the spirit of the whole thing the food is better than any other time of the year.”

“And in the end its all bout the food lets be honest.”

“Absolutely, what’s Christmas without cinnamon and mint cookies?”

“Don’t even get me started with cookies, they are my life source.”

“Oh you do your own line of cookie don’t you?”

“Yeah I do! How did you know that?” Karlie said blushing.

“They were handing them out at the fitting today. I was super surprised that Victoria’s Secret would be handing cookies to models at a fitting so I asked about them. That’s really cool what your doing with the donated lunches.”

“Thanks, cookies are kinda my passion so it was a great opportunity for me.” Karlie said blushing again. She found herself more like a giddy schoolgirl than she thought she would be.


The girls had been sitting at the café restaurant for about 3 hours and a crowed of paparazzi had formed outside long ago. But the two were so engaged in their conversation that the world had become a blur. They had far more in common than they initially thought.

“Yeah but runway slip ups are far more embarrassing than anything on stage,” Karlie said.

“Not at all! I have thousands of people looking at me! Like just me!” Taylor responded.

“Yeah but they all want you to succeed, like god forbid I trip and fall! That goes on record and I ruin the designer’s show. That pressure is insane. One time I had to get my foot glued to the shoe ten seconds before going on the runway, that was… crazy.”

“That is kinda crazy and immense pressure. Once I had my dress fly up and my whole butt was showing. I mean I was wearing like nude shorts but still, embarrassing,” countered Taylor.

“I’ll give it to you, that’s pretty bad. But like I said, all of the people there are fans and want you to succeed. I’m literally trying to top my friends who are walking with me and some of them are gorgeous.”

“Well you’re not so bad yourself,” Taylor said blushing as she took a sip of her coffee trying to act nonchalantly.

Karlie laughed, “Thanks, that’s sweet of you.” The model was surprised at how smoothly delivered that one liner from Taylor was. It would have been flawless had the older girls hair not been pushed behind her ears to reveal light red cheeks, a sure sign that she knew her comment was pushing the flirting boundaries. Karlie decided to see if she could push them further.

“Have you ever performed when you had somebody you were dating in the audience?” asked Karlie.

“Yeah a couple of times. It’s comforting to know that they are supporting you but also an added pressure to impress them,” the blond replied.

“Yeah I get that”

“Have you, you know, done a show with someone in the audience?”

“Um, yes a few, but for the most part I’m walking with them.”

Karlie knew this was a landmark in their relationship. Up until this point not a lot of people knew she bi but it was nothing Karlie was hiding.

“As in other models?” Taylor asked taking another sip of coffee.

“Yeah, I haven’t really dated any of them seriously because we are all usually traveling a lot but I’ve gone on dates.”

“Have you dated anyone in the fittings today?” Taylor asked with a tone of jealousy.

“No,” Karlie said flatly. “Have you?” Karlie asked jokingly.

Taylor laughed and her eyes caught the light in a way that made Karlies heart skip.

“No can’t say I have,” said Taylor

The was a short lull in the conversation as both girls smiled at one another and pushed their leftover food around on their plates.

“I’ve never really thought about it before,” Taylor said finally

“Thought about what,” Karlie asked.

“Dating a girl. I mean I’ve always been wrapped up in boys or sworn off all relationships.”

“Well then you’ve never really given it a fair chance have you?” Karlie said with a smirk.

“I guess not.”

“Would you ever?” Karlie said as she felt her palms sweat. She was definitely pushing Taylor out of her comfort zone, which, in turn, pushed her out of her comfort zone.

“I believe that all love is valid love. So I guess if it was the right person…” Taylor replied once again feeling herself blush under the gaze of the model’s emerald green gaze.  

“You’re such a romantic,” Karlie teased.

“I write songs about love that I recall you saying you were a fan of! What did you expect?” Taylor retorted laughing at the end.

“Touché, Ms. Swift” Karlie said while laughing.

The girls finally got the check but were both hesitant to leave both because they didn’t want to face the daunting crowd outside and because they were enjoying each other’s company so much.                

“Alright, time to face the world again,” Karlie finally addressed what both girls were thinking.

“Do we have to?” Taylor groaned

“Unfortunately, yes, yes we do.”

“When can we hang out again?”

“I have an appointment with my trainer tomorrow in the morning but after that I have a free day. I’m mostly just in New York preparing for the show.”

“Perfect! I have a phone interview tomorrow but after that I’m free! You should come over and we can bake some of your famous cookies.”

“That sounds like heaven. Nothing like a cookie after a workout.”

“You have such a sweet tooth!” Taylor exclaimed

“Hey! Just wait till I bake you my famous cookies and then you’ll understand.”

“Are we about to have a bake off Kloss?”

“You’re on Swift”

Both girls laughed giving each other knowing smiles that this was the start to a beautiful friendship, and maybe even more.  

Preference #366: Perfect

Louis: What you had with Louis was not going to last forever. He was not going to be the man you married or spent the rest of your life with. He knew that from day one, and he wanted to be sure you did as well. This was all a lot of fun, but a hidden relationship from even those closest to you could never last. “This is amazing, and I’m having fun, I am, but,” he started, after you asked him to come over for the night again, “I just want to be sure you know I might never be your knight in shining armor or the one you take home to mother. I might never be the one who brings you flowers, or anything like that. I can’t be the real boyfriend you may be looking for, but I can be the one tonight.” Even if that stung a little to hear, you knew those facts already. Louis was not ready for something real. He couldn’t have that right now. His life made a relationship almost impossible at the moment. He would never be there for you in the way you deserved. You liked that he was honest about this though, and felt no need to drag you along. “I know that Louis, and it’s okay. No we’re not what I want, but I won’t stop what we’re doing over that. Whatever we do have, it’s fun. I’ll take this right now. If it’s all I ever get with you, that’s okay with me. At least I get to be with you in whatever way I can. This is perfect exactly as it is.”

Liam: Your eyes locked with Liam’s the moment you saw each other from across the room. It was an instant connection that you both felt. A spark flew around each of you, as you felt that pull towards each other. Liam could see this in your eyes, as he made his way over you to. A long conversation quickly commenced between you, where the feelings you both felt only deepened. It all seemed so natural to fall so quickly for each other. “Maybe we can go out sometime?” You were the one to ask that question. It was not like you to make the first move, but this just felt right. The pull between you was too strong to let him walk away. “I hope you’re sure what you’re looking for, ‘cause I’m not good at making promises. I’ll break them all, because of my schedule. I have a crazy life that means I won’t be an amazing person to date. Are you sure you really want this?” You didn’t hesitate for even a moment, “I still would love to go out with you. I’m not going to deny what I feel, just because this may not be the ideal relationship.” Liam knew you were saying that now, but it would be once you were truly together that you would see how hard this was to deal with. He could not just walk away either though, despite fears this would end in a horrible disaster. “How does tomorrow at 7 sound?”

Harry: “Before this goes any further, we should talk about what we want out of it. We need to be on the same page, before someone gets hurt.” Harry said these words slowly, worried this conversation could mean goodbye. “What do you mean?” He took a deep breath, and he stared into your worried eyes. “I just know I can’t be here all the time. I can’t give you a normal date. I can’t take you out into town like a normal guy could.” Your face fell a little. You had accepted all these things long ago, but it was still hard to hear. You had seen each other only once so far. Why was he worried about all of this already? “But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, secret little rendezvous, midnight driving with the windows down, going places we can’t even pronounce, cameras flashing every time we go out, and if you like to do things you know that we shouldn’t do, that I can give you.” Sure you wanted a normal love. Someone you could just hang out with, go on dates with, and someone you could love without the world caring. That was not what you would get with Harry though. The world would care and try to ruin it, so you had to hide it from them as much as you could. “I don’t care about all of that. I care about being with you.” Harry felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. You were willing to deal with everything, just to be with him. “Baby, you’re perfect.” You blushed over his words, “We’re perfect.”

Niall: One night. That’s all you were getting with Niall. A night you would never forget, and then he would leave yet again. Another night may happen in the future, just as some had in the past, but it was never going to be more than this. Niall often wondered how long you would keep this up. How much time would pass until you found someone who could truly love you? One day you would find the guy who did not have to leave, and you would fall in love. For now you were having fun though, but Niall was prepared for that day. “You know, I might never be the hand you put your heart in, or the arms that hold you any time you want them, but that don’t mean that we can’t live here in the moment, ‘cause I can be the one you love from time to time.” His words were so random in your mind. Where had all of that come from? “What are you talking about Niall?” His eyes glanced over your body. He loved every inch of you. This was something special, even if not real. “I just know one day you’ll want more than I can give you.” You were still confused over where this was coming from. “Sure, and you’ll find a girl who you are willing to drop everything for, and she’ll feel safe giving you her heart.” That hurt him. “Am I horrible to you?” You laughed, “No, this is just fun. We both know this isn’t real. I don’t care. I just want to enjoy whatever this is. Like you said you can be the one I love from time to time, and I’ll be yours. We don’t have to be something forever to be something amazing.”

Super Bowl? More Like Super Beyond Control (C.H.)

Y/S/N = your ship name

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HOLY CRAP. The Super Bowl. You’re literally so excited, because it’s the Super Bowl, and you got invited to this big ass party at some really amazing penthouse somewhere in uptown Manhattan. You’re going out of your mind. You’ve been watching this game since you were little, because who wouldn’t? It’s the biggest sporting event in the nation (yes, it’s more publicized than the Olympics). 

But this time, instead of eating chips and dip at some party in your hometown you would be livin’ it up in the big apple. And New York… god, New York. You’d spent the past few months here, going to the New Year’s bash, photo shoots in (and on the roof of) the Empire State Building. And sometimes, you would just be a tourist. When you were little you always had these extravagant dreams. Your mind was always occupied with skyscrapers and busy streets and for once, your dreams were achieved.

And exceeded. Since coming to New York, you had run into countless celebrities. Some of your idols had given you props and people you had posters of hanging on your bedroom walls as a child had approached you. The most exciting thing though, none of them provided. It was someone you had never heard of before stardom that really caught your eye. A certain bassist for the band 5 Seconds of Summer. You (literally) ran into Ashton on New Year’s and, after Ashton got some clothes that weren’t stained with champagne, you both hit it off. Ashton offered to let you hang out in their dressing room, and the rest was history. All of the boys were great, but you were not to be blamed if you sat a little closer to Calum (*cough* on top of *cough*) than the other boys. He was just so cute you couldn’t help it.

After they left the city, you hadn’t really kept in touch. If you heard one of their songs on the radio you would listen more closely, picking out Calum’s voice, or if someone mentioned that they were close with the band, you might strike up a conversation about the boys’ antics. Actual communication though, excepting Twitter, was rare. On Twitter, however, there was constant banter. You and all the boys would joke and mock each other and have a generally good time. (And if you and Calum exchanged numbers via Twitter DMs, no one had to know.)

You think that was where the rumours started. “Are Y/N and Calum dating?” Every gossip magazine seemed to cite your Twitter banter as flirting, and the one time Calum tweeted you to “get off ur ass and dm me i don’t care if ur taking shots for cosmo” as a “definite sign the two are the new power couple. Move aside #brangelina, make room for #Y/S/N”. You can’t fault the press for making assumptions, not really, because isn’t that what paparazzi get paid to do? Make up ridiculous rumours and accusations? It’s still absurd though, because a) brangelina is everyone’s power couple, it doesn’t matter who else gets together and b) you and Calum were literally only communicating via Twitter.

No matter the rhyme or reason, it still affected your actions. When you heard the boys were coming to New York, you didn’t immediately tweet Calum, nor did you show up at the airport. When Calum himself tweeted that they’d just touched down in New York, your only response was that you could “maybe meet up some time, Cal”. And it was killing you to ignore Calum, but there was no way you could be seen together without rumours spreading like wildfire. Quite frankly, rumours can ruin a perfectly good career, and neither you nor Calum were in need of that so early.

You are sitting on your bed in your apartment, deciding whether to wear a going-out-to-a-club kind of dress or more of a heading-to-a-shoot ensemble, when your phone vibrated next to you. You read Calum’s text asking whether or not you are going to the exact party you’re getting ready for. “yea are you?”

“yep, wanna go to together?”

“i dont think so, Cal”

“wut why not”

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You walk into the party, cameras flashing with ever step. You don’t regret the decision to not go with Calum, per se, you just miss him. You miss the sound of his voice, his laugh, the way he smelled. You miss his hugs, the way his breath felt when he whispered in your ear.

So when you see that Calum is already sat at the bar when you walk in, it takes every muscle in your body and more willpower than you knew you had to not walk over to him and kiss his stupid face. But you don’t. You hold your head high, and look the other direction, spotting another friend of yours.

But the longer the night bears on and the more you drink, it starts to get harder and harder to resist Calum’s pull. So eventually, you stop trying. And you know you ought to be wary of the paparazzi and of other party guests tweeting, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Because it’s Calum, and isn’t he worth it? Isn’t he worth any and all of the heat you might get from this. Long story short, before the night is halfway over, you’re sitting in Calum’s lap.

“Y/N, why are you ignoring me?”

“What? I’m [hiccup] not.”

“Why won’t you talk to me when you’re sober? You barely even text me anymore.”

“Papa[hiccup]razzi. They’re everywhere Calum. Like zombies.” You nod, very seriously.

“What? That doesn’t make any- You know what, never mind. What do the paparazzi matter anyway?” Your brow furrows in confusion.

“The paps control everything, Cal. If they get rumour of the- wait, no, if they get wind of the rumour that we’re an item, it could ruin your career. Or mine.”

“What? Y/N, how could it ruin our careers? Besides, we’re not in a relationship.”

“But they don’t know that. And they think what. ever. they. want.”

“So let them think! We can do whatever we want, Y/N!” And Calum is gesturing expansively, and the music is too loud, and your head is starting to hurt, so you stand up and pull Calum to the back of the house where there’s a balcony.

“Calum, please slow down your words. My head is hurting.” You say, your tongue tripping over every other word. Calum just hugs you gently against his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Okay. Okay, darling. I’m going to go get you an aspirin, stay right here, alright?” You nod at Calum as he starts to leave to go back into the house. You look out into the night, the music an ever-present pulse. The stars are dimmer here than at home. Your muddled mind realizes it must be the smog, but you still miss how bright the north star used to be. Before you know it, Calum is back with a glass of water and an aspirin.

“Thanks, Cal.” You whisper into the darkness.

“Of course. Anything for you. We do need to talk, though.”

“Cal, why can’t we just have this moment? Just be, just exist here, in this moment.”

“Why can’t you see it my way? We could have a million of these moments if you let us. But you want to act like we aren’t even friends. So what, a couple of gossip magazines write an article on a relationship they made up. What do we care?”

“What if they didn’t make it up?” You say to your water glass.

“Huh?”

“What if I end up falling for-er, what if we do end up together?”

“Is that what you’re afraid of? A relationship?”

“May-be.”

“Y/N-you are ignoring me over hypotheticals?”

“’M not-I’m not ignoring you, I’m just, I don’t know, talking to you less. ‘S not the end of the world.”

“A relationship isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Y/N. Besides, I don’t think you need to worry about falling for me. Me falling for you, though? You might be a little late.”

“Dammit, Cal, can’t you see it? I already like you, a lot, and the last thing I want is some stupid paparazzi taking you away!”

“But they did, Y/N. They already ruined everything, because you’re distancing yourself from me. They already won.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“So don’t.” Calum opens his arms, and before your mind even has a chance to process your actions, your body is already folding itself into him. And then he’s holding you again and you’ve forgotten how much you missed him because you missed him so much.

For the rest of the night, the two of you sit on the balcony catching up, and imprinting the feel of each other into your minds.

And the next morning, when pictures of you and Calum cuddled up surface, it doesn’t even bother you. (Besides, the picture of Calum playing patty cake with drunk you is adorable.)

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