Kellin Quinn Imagines V2.0

You're A Photographer

You roll your eyes "Look, I really dont care WHO Im photographing, just give me a description of their appearance and personality so I can get to work! I have less than 10 fucking minutes to plan an entire photoshoot thanks to you fuckers not telling me anything!"
Dave sighs "Fine, his name's Kellin Quinn, he's the lead singer of a rock band. He has medium sort of length dark hair, green eyes and he's 5ft 8. He doesnt often smile, especially not his natural smile. He's not a fan of sport and he's a great artist. He can draw, sing, paint, beatbox and write phenomenal songs." Dave gushes.
You nod as you pace the length of your studio "Alright, so he's your man crush then?"
Dave laughs, blushes and shakes his head "No!?! What!?!"
You shake your head "He's probably gonna end up being another spoilt rock princess, fuck sake."
Dave gasps and shakes his head "No! How dare you! Kellin is one of the kindest, most genuine angels on the planet-"
You cut him off "I really dont care, I've got planning to do, and 8 minutes to do it in!" You start panicking as you rush around your studio, grabbing all of your equipment and preparing for the photoshoot.

You clap your hands together "Perfect!"
Someone laughs from the doorway of your studio "Thanks, but we havent even gotten this started yet!"
Your jaw drops before you even turn around. What the fuck.
The man laughs again "Sorry, that was really douchey, Im just fucking with you!"
The door shuts. You turn around and see a man that, even you can admit, is absolutely gorgeous. You blink a few times as he strolls over to you, he holds his hand out "Hey, Im Kellin, and you are?"
You shake his head "(Y/N)." You stutter.
Kellin grins "Nervous?"
You shake your head "Of course not, Im a professional."
You turn from Kellin to compose yourself and pick up your camera "Ok, stand over there please." You signal to the place in the centre of your blank canvas. Kellin nods and walks over to it casually, you note the way he walks, a sort of careless attitude about him. You hate to admit it, but you're into it. "I was thinking we could do a sort of fun photoshoot. I've heard you dont often smile naturally in photos, out of curiosity, why is that?" You ask.
Kellin sighs and shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot.
You realise you may have just stepped over the line "Sorry, that was a very personal question, I completely understand if you dont want to answer..."
Kellin shakes his head and lifts his head to smile slightly at you, you blush "No, its ok. I dont often smile naturally in photos because I hate my smile."
Your jaw drops "WHAT!?!" You shake your head frantically "Nope, nope nope nope, that is the complete opposite of ok with me! That is beyond the valley of ok! In fact, I would go as far as to say that is several solar systems beyond the valley of ok!"
Kellin is practically wetting himself, doubling over with laughter. You smirk and snap as many pictures as you can from the best angles, and he only notices after the 7th one is taken. He composes himself "What are you doing!?!"
"Snapping pure beauty! What are YOU doing!?!" You ask him, smirking.
Kellin raises an eyebrow "Pure beauty? But you werent taking selfies!"
You gasp and blush "You smooth mother fucker!"
Kellin winks "Thats me!" He grabs one of your spare cameras and starts to take photos of you. Your eyes widen and you fall to the floor, curling into a ball and hiding your face. "What are you doing now?"
"Hiding!" You state.
"From what!?!" Kellin questions further.
"The camera!" You thought the answer was fairly obvious.
"You're a photograper...but you dont like getting your photo taken?" Kellin is confused by this, apparently.
You sit up and raise an eyebrow at him "You make billions of other people smile...but you hate your smile?"
"Thats totally different!"  Kellin argues.
"How!?!" You ask, knowing you have a response for whatever he comes out with.
"Smiling isnt part of my job!" Kellin smirks, thinking he's won.
You raise an eyebrow "Neither is taking pictures of myself!"
Kellins eyebrows furrow "Well...I dont get paid to make people smile!"
You roll your eyes "Yes you do! If nobody smiled at the sound of your music, they wouldnt spend their money on your music, and you would not get paid! So, in other words, get rekt!"
Kellin scowls at me "Tuché!" He strolls over and sits down beside you "So, why do you hate getting your photo taken?"
You fall backwards until you're lying down on your canvas "The same reason you dont smile in photos."
Kellin falls back and lies next to you "Are you trying to tell me that the reason you dont like getting your photo taken is because you hate your face!?!"
You nod "Precisely."
Kellin gasps "Im sorry but thats ridiculous."
"No, whats ridiculous is you hating your smile, because it is, quite frankly, goddamn perfect!" You argue, staring up at the ceiling.
Kellin shakes his head "Whats MORE ridiculous is you hating your face, because it is, quite frankly, the reason I've smiled so much during this photoshoot!"
You blush "Wh-What do you mean?"
"I mean, you are absolutely beautiful, and I love your face." Kellin explains.
I laugh "Well thanks! I happen to love your face too!"
"Does that mean you'd be up for seeing my face again?" Kellin asks, sounding slightly nervous.
You giggle "Definitely!"
"Awesome." Kellin grins.
You both lie beside each other on the floor for another minute in a comfortable silence, until Kellin jumps up.
"Alright, I guess we'd better finish this photoshoot!" He smiles down at you.
You grin up at him "I guess so! Help me up?" You hold your arms out and stick your bottom lip out, giving him puppy dog eyes.
Kellin rolls his eyes playfully, before laughing, grabbing your hands and pulling you up, straight into his arms. Smooth mother fucker.