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model!stan x photographer!bill

headcannons by @ladymercuryxx

written by @eddiesgazebos & @trash-the-tozier

word count: 2,257

Stan sighed heavily as he stared at the notice that he was given just a week prior. The notice that was given to every library employee. The one that warned him of his job loss. He felt pity rest in his stomach. He loved that library more than most things. It was a place of peace, happiness, and so many adventures. He was sad to see it close.

What was even worse was the fact that he no longer had a job. How was he supposed to find a job right at this moment? He was competing with so many school kids that were home from their classes. How was he going to be picked over someone that they could probably pay less? His phone ringing snapped him out of his panicked thoughts. Stan slowly picked it up, read the screen where it said 'Northern Cardinal'. He answered it with a slight smile appearing across his lips. "Hey Bev," he muttered into the phone. "Hey! Heading downtown. Brunch?" Beverly's voice was as chipper as ever. Stan pressed his lips together and curled them to the side with thought. He glanced at the notice once again then shrugged his thin shoulders. "Sure, fifteen minutes?" Stan responded. Once Beverly confirmed, they both hung up and Stan pushed himself up from his chair to get ready to meet up with his best friend. He got dressed, combed his hair, pulled on his shoes, and walked to the diner that existed downtown - all within ten minutes. He stood outside for a few minutes while he waited for Beverly to show up. Her car pulled into a parking space and he gave a little wave as she got out of it and locked her doors. They met up outside the main doors then walked in together, arms around each other. They were seated within minutes and looked over the menus together. They ordered what they wanted then relaxed to get lost in conversation. What Stan least wanted to talk about was brought up rather fast. "I heard about the Library closing. I'm sorry to hear it." Beverly apologized and reached over to rest her hand on top of Stan's. She swirled her spoon around her coffee while her eyes looked over Stan's face. "It's okay," Stan mumbled in return. He lifted his coffee cup to his lips and sipped the hot coffee. "I assume you don't have a backup plan?" She asked carefully. The look on his face gave her the answer. She sighed softly and tapped her ring against the coffee cup that she held in her hand. "You know, Stan? There's a friend of mine from college that needs models for their new collection's photo shoot and I mentioned you" "What? No, I'm not going to do that Bev. I'm not that desperate" Stan waved his hand in the air then slouched in his seat. "They'll pay you well" Beverly hinted. A little grin appeared on her face as she watched Stan's eyebrows raise. It was silent for a few short seconds. "....What's their number?"

Stan spent a couple of hours staring at the number Beverly put in his phone, arguing back and forth with himself. It felt strange, for himself to even consider modeling, but at the same time, it was money. He wanted money. He needed money.

He called Beverly's friend.

It was strange at first, standing there in front of the camera, trying to do as the photographer instructed and not feel too awkward. It felt like a small disaster while it was happening, but to some good graces, the photoshoot was a success. It put his name out there, and out of the blue one day he got a call from an actual magazine, wanting to use him in an advertisement.

One photoshoot led to another, and gradually Stan became comfortable in front of the camera. Some of it came from just doing it more, knowing what to expect and being able to prepare himself for it. But he was able to talk to the photographers, and work with models--to work with other models, because as hard as it was to believe, Stan himself was becoming a model too--and he picked up some tips. How to use his body to create spaces, or an interesting silhouette; to follow the line of his nose with his eyes as he looked into the camera. Local work spread, and before too long Stan was traveling around to get from one photoshoot to the next.

Chicago was a big city, and it was full of opportunity. Stan was going to be spending a couple of weeks there, doing some photoshoots and meeting some influential people. The first thing on his schedule was a magazine spread with a photographer named Bill Denbrough.

Bill was stressed. He had way too much to do within the short time he really had. Okay, so he had at least five hours, but that was five hours too short. What made it worse though was the fact that the wardrobe designers had been messing up for most of the day. Bill had a great deal of respect for these people but damn, they really couldn’t get something as simple as the outfits correct? That’s what started the migraine creeping up within Bill’s head.

"I a-asked for mint green, and this is apple green! Take t-that away from my sight r-right now!” Bill demanded with a wave of his hand. His head turned away in disgust and his eyes rolled dramatically. “This is a s-s-simple color request!” Bill added.

Stan watched from the main entrance in shock but also in awe. He stared at the photographer who clearly was having a rough time and felt a smirk creeping up onto his face. He didn’t have much time to gawk though before an assistant walked over to him and tugged him toward the dressing room.

“Come now! Bill doesn’t enjoy waiting!” the assistant informed Stan but he already knew.

Stan sat as he had done multiple times before. His face was beautified with skin matching tones. The makeup was so light that it really didn’t seem as if there was anything on his almost flawless face. In addition to the makeup, he was dressed in the correct outfit then instructed to exit the dressing room. Just as Stan stepped out of the room, he heard the photographer shout from the other end of the main room.

“Next!” Bill shouted out while he pushed buttons on his camera to prepare it for the next shots. Stan quickly moved over to where he was needed and stared at the camera and the photographer busy behind it. He was standing in front of the grumpy auburn-haired man and was feeling some sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. Nervousness.

After messing with the camera for a bit longer, Bill finally looked up to make eye contact with his model. His eyes widened just slightly as he gazed at the beautiful man standing in front of him and his camera. He glanced down at the white skinny jeans and the baby blue turtleneck that stood out beautifully on his tanned skin. A smile played at Bill’s lips and he nodded his head.

“D-didn’t know we were going to have such a beauty with us today” Bill gave a wink then leaned down to look at the screen on his camera. “Are you ready?” He asked. His tone was noticeably a lot sweeter than it was when Stan first entered the building.

“Ready” Stan replied simply. He could feel his cheeks burning and he just knew that his face was giving his emotions away. He nervously played with his sleeve as they began.

After a few shots, Stan was starting to become comfortable again as he had felt in any past photoshoot that he was in. Bill noticed this and enjoyed how easily the poses were for Stan. Stan also noticed how passionate Bill was. When Bill would instruct Stan for something new, his voice was filled with such excitement and genuine passion. It was something Stan couldn’t remember noticing at the past shoots he had done. It definitely helped create an uplifting environment. At least, an uplifting environment between just the two of them.

Bill noted how many shots were taken and knew their time was almost done. A hint of disappointment was settling in the back of his mind as he snapped the last shot. He knew the rest of the models were going to be nothing like this one.

"And t-that's it. Good job, Stanley" Bill offered a smile along with his praise. Stan returned the smile but had to force it due to the ending of the shoot being upon them.

“Thank you” Stan nodded his head and walked back toward the dressing room to get changed once again.

Bill watched him until the door closed then let a gentle sigh escape. He turned back to his camera, pushed some more buttons, and moved on to the next model.

Thankfully, Bill found that the rest of the day passed without too much trouble. There were only a couple more wardrobe mishaps, but on the whole, the photoshoot went smoothly. Model after model came in, their faces perfectly painted, hair perfectly styled, clothes fitting them just the way Bill wanted. He snapped pictures of all of them, giving them poses to try, letting them open up to the camera. It took hours, and despite all of these beautiful models coming in and out of the room, Bill's mind was stuck on one.

Stan. Stanley Uris.

He'd complimented Stan. He'd only half meant to say the words out loud, and had attempted to play it off with an even more awkward wink. The embarrassment had been more than worth it though, just to see the blush that had swept its way across Stan's face. It had been so lovely to see Stan get more comfortable the longer he sat in front of Bill, his smiles becoming more genuine and more beautiful as they talked about the camerawork, Bill taking all of the pictures he needed. It was one of the things he loved about photography, the way he was able to capture a snapshot of beauty in motion. And if there was ever a phrase to describe Stanley Uris, that was it: beauty in motion.

The shoot closed down, and before long it was just Bill alone, sitting in one of the chairs he'd had a model use, scrolling through the photos he'd taken. He had plenty of good material, he was glad to see. As stressful as the day had been, it had paid off.

Exhaustion seeped into his limbs as he packed up his camera, slinging the bag over his shoulder. His thoughts drifted to Stan yet again as he exited the building, drawing his phone from his pocket, about to call an Uber and go back to his apartment when a shout stopped him.

"Bill! Wait!"

The use of his name caused Bill to look up, and to his utter surprise, the object of his thoughts was hurrying towards him. Or, hurrying the best he could; Stan was carrying two very large coffees, the slight stumbling he did as he tried to keep the cups upright both cute and silly. Despite himself, Bill felt a smile grow on his face.

"Oh, h-hi." Bill had no idea what to say, too pleasantly surprised--albeit confused--to see Stan here. Stan gave him a little grin, offering one of the cups over.

"I asked around to see what time the shoot was supposed to end, and I walked around the city a little, and then sort of saw you, this isn't-- Okay." Stan was fumbling over his words, his eyes on his feet. But he stopped and looked up, letting out a little breath. The chill in the air made the breath visible, and Stan grinned, the expression slightly embarrassed. "This is a very long-winded way of saying that I got you coffee. I thought you might be tired, and it was the least I could do after you were made to look at my face for so long."

"T-that..." Bill accepted the coffee from him. It was different, to see Stanley this way; the makeup was gone, a light smattering of freckles now visible on his face, up close and personal without a camera lens between them. It had Bill's breath catching in his throat. "That's so s-sweet, Stanley."

"Oh, just call me Stan."

"Okay then. Stan." Bill couldn't help but grin at the nickname, thrilled to see an equal grin on Stan's face as he said it. It gave his next words the confidence he wanted them to have, taking a small sip of the warm coffee Stan had brought him. "There's a park nearby, w-would you like to sit in it with me? We could drink the coffees and chat a b-bit."

"I'd like that, I think." Stan answered, the smile on his face widening, and Bill beamed.

"Good. Because I'd like to l-look at your face a little longer, if you'd let me."

A blush blossomed across Stan's face again, his eyes bright in the gathering dusk, and he leaned against Bill's chest, stepping close to hide his embarrassed face in Bill's neck.

"You're just full of lines, aren't you?" Stan asked as they began to walk.

"Call me an inspired artist." Bill answered, and Stan laughed.

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