#model reader

[lilacgaby]

katsuki being a pr nightmare? nothing new.

he didn't spare people his thoughts, cursing his way through the press and speaking his true feelings constantly. it's why he was liked, it was his unique charm they'd say.

but this time, a dating scandal had come out. well, more of a romance one.

his private twitter was leaked, one he'd mostly use to detail his feelings on the day. among the dozens of posts that were expectedly vulgar and self assured, recent ones stuck out.

over fan posts of you, a model he seemed to have been a huge fan of for a while. it became evident just how much of a loser he was. he'd quote them with small words like, "i bet her parents high five when they see her face," or "she looks just as good as prime all might did."

his name was trending heavily the next day, he was noticeably annoyed, now he'd have to make a whole new spam! he was called by his agency, which he expected.

though as he walked in, he did not expect to see you, golden with the afternoon sun and greeting him with a warm, smile. not a practiced one you'd use for photo shoots, no. he could tell the difference.

his manager cleared their throat, signaling for him to sit down before they started.

"i think we should capitalize of these crushes of yours."

he grew big eyed, looking at you now from the corner of his eye.

you felt the same way??

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[marie098887]

💳 “The Runway walk.”

Blue Lock Boys React to FemModel!Reader Part 1: Isagi, Chigiri, Rin, Bachira, Kunigami, Reo, Nagi 📝 Requests: OPEN

After a brutal, hard fought win in the final match of the season, the Blue Lock team was on a all time high. The kind of win that gets headlines, sponsorships, and cameras in their faces. Not even a full 24 hours after the match, Ego sent a rare, vaguely polite message about a “post-season opportunity.” A top fashion brand is hosting its annual runway show and wants the Blue Lock team front and center. PR stunt? Probably. But the event promises food, press, and a VIP afterparty, and that’s enough to get them into suits.

💙 Isagi Yoichi

He’s not thinking about fashion. He’s still wired from the win, high off it. He was half focused on picking at the fancy food in the front row and wondering how long the show would actually take.

Then the lights change. The music shifts. And you step onto the runway.

And his brain blanks.

The moment his eyes laid on you, something in him short circuits. The room’s full of lights, cameras, people, but suddenly it feels like it’s just him watching you. He sits up straight without realizing, eyebrows slightly raised, lips parted like he’s seeing something he wasn’t supposed to. Something unreal.

You look like you were built for this. Every step you take is calculated, yet elegant. It looks like you’ve been walking runways since birth. Your expression is unreadable, professional, cold, almost distant, and somehow that only adds to it. It throws him off.

He’s used to intense. He’s used to pressure. But this? Watching a complete stranger walk like they own the world? It knocks the breath out of him in a way he can’t explain. Not admiration. Not even attraction, really — it’s something deeper than that. Like he’s witnessing a moment he’s not supposed to forget.

You pass by without a glance in his direction, but it doesn’t matter. His brain’s already committed it to memory; the walk, the look, the way the room seemed to bend around you.

Later, when people are talking about standout models and best dressed, he’s quiet. Still thinking. Still picturing your silhouette under the lights.

You looked untouchable. And he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

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🌺 Chigiri Hyoma

He’s unimpressed.

Not annoyed, just disinterested. The kind of bored that shows in the way he crosses his legs and stares at the ceiling like the lights are more interesting than all the people in the room. He knows this type of event; high fashion, low authenticity. Everyone’s overdressed and overstimulated. Cameras flashing. Voices echoing off marble floors.

It’s loud without being fun. He could’ve stayed home. Could’ve been on the couch with a smoothie and Netflix. Could’ve been anywhere but here.

Then the lights dim.

And you step out.

There’s no introduction. No warning. Just the music shifting and suddenly, you. Alone under the bright spotlight.

Chigiri doesn’t move, but he sees you instantly. Feels it, actually, that shift in the air. You’re dressed in a way that demands attention, but it’s not just the clothes. It’s the way you walk. Every step purposeful, smooth, effortless.

There’s no hesitation. No searching for the cameras. You don’t even flinch under the pressure of a hundred stares. You just walk like you’ve done this a thousand times. Like the runway exists because you do.

His eyes follow you the entire way. Quietly. Carefully. Trying to decide what it is that makes you stand out. You’re beautiful, sure, that’s obvious. But it’s more than that.

It’s the control. The silence. It’s the way you don’t look at anyone but still hold every gaze in the room.

He’s irritated by how interested he suddenly is.

When you pass him, you don’t glance in his direction. Of course you don’t. You don’t need to. He’s already looking. Already wondering who you are, how long you’ve been doing this, and why the hell no one mentioned you earlier.

By the time you vanish behind the curtain, he’s still facing forward, but his thoughts are trailing behind you.

Someone next to him says, “She kinda stole the show.” He doesn’t argue. Just lets the corner of his mouth twitch upward for half a second, barely noticeable.

You caught his attention.

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🐠 Rin Itoshi

He didn’t want to come.

The whole thing sounded pointless. Cameras. Interviews. Useless conversation. His suit’s tailored, his hair’s perfect, but his patience is thin. The only reason he’s here is because Ego said it’d be “good exposure.” Rin doesn’t care about exposure. He cares about results. And right now, this runway show is giving him none.

He sits stiffly in the front row, arms folded, legs planted wide like he’s still on the pitch. He doesn’t clap when the show starts. He doesn’t react. Just staring. Model after model walks. Nothing impresses him. It’s all just people walking in straight lines wearing overpriced fabric.

Until you show up.

He doesn’t recognize the shift at first. He’s still halfway zoned out when the music changes. But then there’s a pause, a collective breath in the room, and he looks up. And sees you.

You don’t walk. You move. Clean. Cold. Controlled. This is your element, and everyone else is just lucky to witness it.

His eyes narrow.

You don’t make eye contact with anyone. You don’t flirt with the crowd. You just hold your posture and glide forward like you’ve got somewhere better to be. The confidence isn’t loud. It’s quiet. Something that didn't need to be said.

It pisses him off a little. How unaffected you are. How unaffected he’s supposed to be.

But he watches. All the way down the runway. Eyes sharp. Jaw tight. Not blinking. Not breathing. He’s studying you like film.

When you disappear behind the curtain, he sits back slowly, no longer leaning forward. The irritation’s still there, but now it’s mixed with something else. Curiosity. Interest. Intrigue he doesn’t want to admit to.

He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the show. Doesn’t react when the crowd claps. Doesn’t even glance at the models that follow.

Because none of them walked like you. And now he can’t stop thinking about it.

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🐝 Bachira Meguru

Bachira was having the time of his life.

He doesn’t care about fashion, doesn’t know the names of the designers, and couldn’t tell you the difference between a runway show and a music video, but he’s in it. The lights, the loud music, the weird outfits? It’s like sensory overload in the best way.

He claps for every model. Gasps dramatically when someone wears something especially wild. He’s practically bouncing in his seat, pointing at things, whispering to his teammates. “Look at those shoes! I need those shoes.” “Why’s his jacket shaped like a triangle? I love it.”

He’s just vibing.

And then you walk out.

Everything shuts off.

His hands drop. His mouth goes slightly open. Not comically — genuinely. He leans forward, slowly, like he’s trying to process what he’s seeing.

You walk like you didn't even notice the crowd, like none of it mattered. There’s no performance in your face, no obvious posing. You’re just moving with this calm, sharp confidence that commands attention.

He watches you like he’s seeing color for the first time.

You disappear behind the curtain. He’s still sitting forward.

Then, all at once—

“WHAT?!”

He turns to whoever’s closest. “Did you SEE that? Did you feel that? Was that a real person?!”

He can’t shut up. You’ve rewired something in his brain. He doesn’t even know your name and he’s already telling the others he just saw his soulmate. Starts making up nicknames for you on the spot.

Later that night, he’s still talking about you like he just watched a movie he needs everyone to see. “You remember that one model? The one with the eyes? The one who walked like she owned the place? Yeah. Her.”

You walked for twenty seconds. He’s gonna think about it for weeks.

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🧡 Kunigami Rensuke

Kunigami showed up like it’s game day.

Pressed suit. Polished shoes. His hair actually styled for once. He might not be big on fashion, but he understands presentation, and if Blue Lock’s name is attached to this event, then he’s representing it.

He gives the show his full attention. Back straight. Eyes forward. Quiet, but not out of boredom, out of focus. He watches every model walk with the same level of respect he’d give a rival team. Analyzing posture. Noticing patterns. Taking it seriously, even if the others around him are zoning out or joking around.

Then you appeared.

And everything clicks off.

He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. His gaze locks on instinct.

You don’t just walk, you control. Every step you take is paced like you’ve got nothing to prove. There’s no performance in it. No desperation for attention. Just presence.

The kind that pulls his full attention without even trying.

You don’t smile. You don’t need to. You move like silence belongs to you. And the worst part?

He feels nervous.

Like he’s watching something he shouldn’t. Like you’ve stepped into the room to remind everyone what confidence actually looks like. He doesn’t even realize his jaw’s tight or that he’s been holding his breath for half your walk.

He was nervous, but he couldn't take his eyes off you.

When you finally disappear backstage, he sits back slowly. Exhales, long and quiet.

He’s not the type to fumble over appearances. He’s steady. Grounded. The guy who always knows what to say.

But right now, he doesn’t say anything at all.

Someone nudges him with a casual “She was pretty, huh?”

He nodded his head, just staring blankly at the stage where you once were.

But in his head? Yeah. He’ll be thinking about you for a while.

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💜 Mikage Reo

Reo knows this world all too well.

He’s been attending fashion shows since he was a kid. Sat front row in Paris, Milan, Tokyo. Wore suits that cost more than most people’s rent before he hit puberty. Nothing about luxury intimidates him. He knows the designers by name. Knows which models are up and coming. He’s used to seeing beautiful people in beautiful clothes doing beautiful things.

So when the show starts, he’s relaxed. Comfortable. Half focused, scrolling through his phone between looks, nodding to familiar faces in the crowd. while sipping on his mocktail. It’s all standard to him, impressive, sure, but expected.

Then the next model steps out.

And he freezes.

He doesn’t even pay attention to what you’re wearing at first, his brain’s still catching up to the fact that you exist. In his eyes, you were supernatural. That somehow, in all the fashion shows, private events, and magazine covers he’s ever seen, no one has moved like you.

All of it, like it was nothing.

That’s what throws him. The way you walk — like you’re not here to impress anyone. Like the spotlight found you, not the other way around. You hold yourself like you’re expensive and untouchable and know it.

And suddenly, Reo’s not relaxed anymore.

He sits up. Phone down. Elbows on knees. Mocktail down. Watching you like he’s seeing something rare. Something he doesn’t already have.

When you disappear behind the curtain, he’s still quiet. Not stunned, exactly, just calculating. Trying to figure out why you’re still in his head five minutes later. Why none of the models after you hit the same.

He’s not used to being surprised. But tonight? Yeah. You surprised him.

And now he’s wondering who you are, and more importantly, how soon he can find out.

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🤍 Nagi Seishiro

He didn’t really want to come.

Too many people. Too much noise. Too many flashing lights. He shows up late, barely got convinced to put on the suit, and now he’s slouched in his seat like he’s waiting for the show to be over before it even begins.

He was playing games on his phone in the middle of a fashion show.

He watches the first few models out of boredom, not interest. They're all nice to look at, sure, but nothing special. Everyone walks the same. Same vibe. Same blank expression.

So he starts zoning out.

Leaning his head back. Eyes half, lidded. Fingers tapping his thigh just to stay awake.

Then you walk out.

And something in his brain just… clicks.

No warning. No buildup. Just a shift in the energy. One second, he’s bored, next, he’s sitting up straighter, eyes locked on you like gravity pulled them there.

He doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath.

You don’t look around. Don’t smile. Don’t give the crowd anything and yet, somehow, it feels like you’ve taken the whole room with you. Like your walk isn’t part of the show.

It is the show.

And Nagi can’t look away.

You move like you’re floating. No extra effort. No wasted motion. The kind of effortless perfection he’s always admired. The kind he tries to live by. And for the first time tonight, he's intrested.

When you disappear backstage, he stares at the spot you vanished through for a second too long.

Someone next to him says something, maybe a joke, maybe a compliment, he doesn’t even hear it. He’s still thinking about the way you walked. The look on your face. The weight of the silence that followed.

He slouches again, but it’s different now. Still quiet. Still lazy. But in his head?

He’s replaying every second of you on that runway. And wondering why it’s bothering him this much that he didn’t get your name.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~author’s note: hi hii this is my first post on this acc! (lowkey nervous)

also feel free to send requests, thoughts, unhinged rambling, etc — I wanna write stuff you guys actually wanna read 💕 thanks for reading & if you liked it pls reblog, it helps a ton!!

[aventurineswife]

What about...Aventurine, Ratio and Boothill w/ a s/o who's a model?

“Confidence is the best outfit. Rock it and own it”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Established Relationship, Model!Reader, Playful Affection, Introspection.

A/N: VICTORIA'S SECRET ANGEL ADRIANA LIMA!! 🗣️🔥

Aventurine leaned against the entrance of the studio, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched you prepare for the photoshoot. The elegant, confident way you moved, every step purposeful, made his heart race. He wasn’t one for admiration, but there was something about the way you owned the space that made him see you in a whole new light.

"Do you always look this dangerous?" he asked with a smirk, his eyes scanning your outfit—a daring, high-fashion ensemble that reflected both your elegance and your strength.

You turned to him, a playful smile curling at your lips. "You know I always keep it risky." you replied, giving him a wink. The mischievousness in your voice matched the glint in his eyes.

As the photographer called you to the set, Aventurine’s gaze never left you. He saw not just the model but the strategist—the one who played the game as skillfully as he did. You and he had a shared understanding, a bond built on your mutual appreciation for calculated moves.

"You’ll own this shoot," he whispered, his voice low and intimate. "But remember, the risk is what makes it fun."

Later, when the shoot wrapped up and you joined him in the lounge, you shared a quiet moment over drinks. He leaned in close, his hand gently brushing yours. "I think I’ve found my favorite model." he teased, his words filled with affection and unspoken admiration.

The soft hum of the city echoed in the background as Boothill stood by the window, his mechanical arm resting casually on the ledge. His gaze never wavered from the skyline, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on you. The way you commanded attention in front of the camera, the way the light reflected off your model features—everything about you made his mechanical heart(?) skip.

He wasn’t one for the glitz and glamour of the fashion world. He was used to the roughness of the streets and the harsh realities of the galaxy. But there was something captivating about you—your beauty was as fierce and untamed as the storms he chased in the wild.

You approached him, the elegant attire you wore shimmering in the low light. Boothill’s sharp eyes softened as you smiled at him. "You think I look good in this?" you asked with a teasing grin.

Boothill let out a soft chuckle, the sound foreign to his usual gruff demeanor. "You look like you could kill a man with a single glance." he said, his voice laced with admiration.

You smirked, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Then you won’t mind me stealing your heart while I’m at it."

Boothill placed a hand on your waist, pulling you closer. His usual bluntness softened in your presence, and for the first time in a long while, he felt at peace. "Never met anyone quite like you, darlin'. You’re a lot more dangerous than you look."

Ratio stood with arms crossed, his hair cascading down one side of his face as his eyes focused intently on you. You were sitting across from him, preparing for your latest photoshoot, and though he would never admit it, he found the entire process... fascinating. The way you held yourself with such poise, the way your movements were as precise as any equation he solved in his lab—there was something undeniably perfect about you.

“Your posture,” he remarked, breaking the silence. “It’s… immaculate. A study in controlled elegance.”

You chuckled softly, adjusting your position slightly. "You’re too kind. But I do strive for perfection, as you do."

He tilted his head slightly, his piercing eyes narrowing with approval. "Perfection is an elusive concept," he replied, his voice always measured. "But you, my dear, come closer to it than anyone I’ve encountered."

The photoshoot proceeded, but Ratio remained transfixed by your every move. He had seen brilliance in many forms, but your beauty wasn’t just skin deep—it was the perfect blend of intellect and grace. As the shoot ended, he walked over to you, his hand brushing the edge of your attire as he offered a small but genuine smile. "You are a work of art." he said, almost to himself.

You smiled back, a warmth radiating from you that even his stoic nature couldn't ignore. "And you, Doc, are the one who can truly appreciate it."

He studied you for a moment longer, his expression softening. "Indeed, I am." he admitted, his voice tinged with rare admiration.

[thewitchblue]

I loved the ice skater reader btwww

Could you do a Wally west x reader fem preferably 🙏🏼 

Could you make them super strong like Sakura from Naruto. Like Wally with Someone super strong is just 🥰 fr

And can she have super strength? the kind where she kicks the ground and a hole appears.

She’s a model and well model are kinda skinny? 

So she doesn’t even look like she could lift a baby without struggling. So like the Young Justice got kidnapped and Wally c call reader to come help him. And the young Justice is shocked. Because this skinny girl just came and saved them.

English is not my first language 😔 su sorry for spelling mistakes🙍🏻‍♀️

You didn't expect to get an emergency signal in the middle of a random Wednesday afternoon, but here you were; riding a motorcycle like hell is chasing you down and muttering curses. You just got off of a photoshoot, and you had to cancel the next one because of Wally.

If Wally isn't dead when you get there, you'll kill him yourself.

Your anger was so burning hot you didn't even notice the craters you left as you stormed to the warehouse.

You kicked the steel double door open in your anger, which immediately breaks and knocks out a guard with a loud crack.

All guns were immediately aimed at you, but your blood was singing a wrathful song at that moment. You were a hurricane tearing through guards like wheat.

How the hell did your idiot boyfriend get caught by these inadequate goons? Wally was probably dared by Tim to not use his superspeed for one mission.

Actually, almost definitely that was the case. Your boyfriend, as much as you love him, isn't the best fighter or the brightest. He knows this, and he's always been a tad self-conscious about it. He wasn't even the better fighter in his own relationship. There was no other way this dare could have gone differently.

You were as graceful as you were brutal. You practically floated through the battlefield, aiming fists that threw back multiple guards at the same time. You tossed people around like they were ragdolls and even used some of them like a hammer to take out more in one swipe.

The guns were broken before they could even fire. Your shockwave punches mixed with your superstrength crushed the guns like they were clay.

You held eye contact as you took the AK-47 out of the goon's hand and turned it to dust in front of them. You called out loudly,

"Either you all turn yourselves in, or you all get ripped to shreds. Your choice."

Most of them, unsurprisingly, chose to live. One of them even cut out the team on the way out.

Wally ran up to you after buying your favourite sweets and handing it to you with a grin. You sighed at his puppy-dog eyes.

"You are so lucky I could cancel my photoshoot and that I still fit in this stupid suit."

Aqualad recovered from the shock the fastest out of the entire team. Before you could continue to rail into him, he asked with crossed arms,

"Who is this?"

Wally gave you a kiss with a big, albeit awkward smile while rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He insisted on the suit when you found out he was Kid Flash. He wanted matching suits, but you told him you don't want to look like a mustard bottle and picked something else. He wrapped you in his arms and introduced you to the team,

"Guys, this is my girlfriend!"

You grumbled your displeasure at being introduced to the team under such dire circumstances.

"You are SO lucky I love you. I could and would have killed you otherwise. How did you even fall into their hands? These idiots were as tough as a wet paper towel."

Tim offered in a cheery tone,

"He made a bet and lost horribly."

You turned your glare from Wally to Tim. The kid seemed like the brains of the operation. If he's the one to hurt your Wally... Well, John Constantine would have a better fate than him.

"What's your excuse then?"

That caught Tim off guard. Your voice was silky, like a midnight caress. He vaguely recognises you, but he can't pin your face to a name or even where he found you. Was it at school? No, it couldn't be. Kon would never shut up about you. You are his type in every way. Did you meet at a gala? No, he knows everything about every rich socialite. He never came across you at any of the events he was at.

"My excuse? I was the one to warn him against it!"

The audacity Tim felt almost made you smile. Of course you know Tim. Who doesn't? The only brain to rival Bruce Wayne.

"If that's the case, how did you all get overwhelmed? Wally, no offence, isn't your get-out-of-jail-free card."

Tim agreed immediately to your amusement,

"Oh, no, that is Kon. He's our get-out-of-jail-free card."

Kon didn't look nearly as amused as you were. Wally was slightly offended, but he scored Kon's dream girl, so he didn't care too much.

Aqualad walked into the centre of the group and said,

"Nobody is a get-out-of-jail-free card. We all are important, and all are at fault."

You crossed your arms. Damn right, they are at fault. That photoshoot was important to you.

You look gorgeous even when furious. The cooling rage somehow complimented your eyes. Nobody quite comprehended the situation. You were so tiny yet so deadly. It was all shocking. Wally's SOS ace card was a tiny model? They wouldn't have believed you were at all able to fight if they didn't see you just demolish an entire warehouse full of guards. You look like you couldn't lift a twig, let alone 200 kilograms of muscle. Yet here you are, burning and devastating.

Your alarm went off before anything else could be said. Shit. You had a lunch date with an important client. You groaned while shutting off the alarm. Fine. You climbed back onto your motorcycle and said,

"Don't let there be a next time."

You sped off before anybody could offer for you to join the team or express their thankfulness. Wally watched with a dreamy expression.

"I have the hottest girlfriend."

[elihashadenough]

Just a small request

Lewis Hamilton x m!model!reader

Just some fluff honestly, since models get tired since like it's a very tiring job, just reader coming home and going to him for comfort and cuddles

Cuddles and Pick me-ups

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: modeling is tough job, it can get tiring but when you have someone to look after you...every worry seems to leave you

warnings: no warnings really, its just fluff (i know what a shocker)

a/n: i am so sorry for it taking such a long time to write, i have tests and stuff coming up so i had been slightly more focused on that but anyways i hope you like it and there is a small surprise at the end :)

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.

𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 [𝘩𝘰𝘩𝘮] 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

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“was that the last one?” asked his personal assistant, as y/n shifted on the chair the photographs were being taken “yes…I’m again so sorry for not knowing how many photoshoots they were going to do” y/n got up and walked to the makeup table to get his makeup removed “no I get it, i’ll be travelling in a few days so it will be hard to get photoshoots done” he waves it off with a soft sigh ready to go back to the comfort of home, should the home be a place or a person. Y/n couldn’t wait to be home

…

Unlocking the door to their house, Y/n entered, his body filled with exhaustion from the long day of back-to-back photoshoots. The familiar scent of eucalyptus and lavender greeted him but the house seemed silent, a little too silent and empty.

“hey, love?” y/n called out as he removed his jacket and removed his shoes. There was no response, just the soft hum of the house. A soft sigh left y/n’s lips as he made his way to the bedroom before shedding his clothes and throwing them in the laundry basket. The warm water hitting his face couldn’t help but make him get into the shower quicker, the hot water now cascading down his body felt like a blessing, the day’s exhaustion and tiredness now felt like a warm hug.

Emerging from the shower, feeling a little rejuvenated but there was still a longing and want for the warmth of his partner, he pulled on one of Lewis’ hoodies and walked out of the bedroom to the living room and sighed as he felt how empty it was. Though his ears were quick to pick up the jingle of keys his eyes quickly snapping to the front door. Lewis is back.

Quickly y/n walked near the front door as Lewis entered, his headphones on with a smile plastered on his lips as roscoe trotted in behind him, tail wagging furiously.

"Hey, love, I'm home!" Lewis called out, his voice filled with excitement after he saw y/n’s shoes by the door, only to notice y/n standing there in his hoodie. Y/n couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of his boyfriend who walked towards him “hey, love” he repeated again, this time holding the bag of pastries up "I thought you might need a little pick-me-up." Y/n’s tired eyes lit up at the sweet gesture “what did I do to deserve you lew?” y/n said as he hugged lewis who laughed and kissed y/n’s forehead gently “I think I’m the one who needed you” lewis whispered before pulling away “now how bout you go pick a movie get comfortable and I’ll bring these out after getting on something…more relaxing” lewis says as y/n doesn’t remove his arms from around lewis “but I wanna cuddle” y/n says tiredly to which lewis replies “we will cuddle while watching something” y/n nodded with an exaggerated pout which made lewis shake his head and laugh at his boyfriend’s antics.

Y/n settled against the couch, tv remote in his hand waiting for lewis. Roscoe who was resting on the single sofa perked up as he saw lewis enter, in a new pair of clothes, and the bag of your favourite bakery with two plates “not this movie again y/n/n” lewis says as he sits on the couch before opening in his arms so y/n could cuddle closer “it a cinematic masterpiece lew, it's not my fault you don’t have a good taste in movies” y/n shrugs as he opens the box and serves himself and lewis with a pastry “we watched it last week” lewis says while dismissing the comment about his taste in movies as he runs his hand through y/n’s hair gently who looks at him after taking a bite of the pastry “cause its-first off all these pastries are fucking amazing” y/n’s says as he throws his head back resting it on Lewis’ arm “yeah I know, it’s your favourite bakery baby” 

Y/n smiled and looked lewis who himself was looking fondly at y/n “thankyou-but anyways this movie is just THE best movie out there and you can’t tell me otherwise, I’m ready to die on that hill if it’s the last hill I climb” y/n says with a cheeky smile before hitting play as lewis shook his head whilst looking at the person who brought immense happiness and joy to his life, he couldn’t imagine for a moment being without y/n. Y/n was the light to his life.

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ynln-official: God this turned out amazingly even if some of them were impromptu, the pastries were to die for, thank you @lewishamilton for the pick me up, love you forever and ever  ❤️

thank you to @.kitbutlerr for the many laughs today and in the past month, can’t wait to work with you again

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…we don’t talk about the last slide :)

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the girl next store; luke hughes

summary: she always tried not be in love with her best friends little brother but she can’t push away her feelings forever

cynthia jade brown x luke hughes

part one, part two, part three

taglist: @chelawrites @faithm120601

Cynthia Jade Brown the only child of the Brown family. Her father, Christopher Brown a famous movie director that has directed many films that have received oscar’s, he used to be a hockey player up until he graduated collage along side his best friend Jim Hughes. Then he met his wife, Anna Woods an inspiring and rising artist at the time and now has many famous art museums around the world. Christopher and Anna moved to Ontario around similar time as the Hughes, making the three Hughes brothers and Cynthia grow up around each other. The two families always have been very close and more like one family, as they lived next store to each other.

Cynthia having followed her mothers passion in art but loving to design clothes and modeling the most, she became a model at a young age, but that’s not saying she didn’t love hockey like how her father and the Hughes, it just wasn’t something she wanted to do as a career, she played most of her life and had offers to go professional but couldn’t see herself doing so, so she decided to stop playing on a team but still practices and plays fun games with the Hughes brothers as much as possible.

Cynthia and Jack were born on the same day a year apart making the two act like twins and Jack insisting that the two are twins and best friends, They have always had a special bond, a bond that is completely platonic. Jack and Cynthia are always been on each other others sides. Jack has always been very protective of his best friend. The two have always lived near each other as Cynthia and Jack went to New Jersey the same time and lived with their friend Ty for a few years before Cynthia got her own penthouse that was close by but the two have always lived within a few minutes of each other. They were also pretty young when they moved away from their family so they started a lot of traditions just the two of them as they celebrated most holidays and birthdays together, when one of them were sick they would take care of each other, when they were just having a bad day they always have each other.

Quinn has always remembered having Cynthia in his life and having been told from a young to protect his younger siblings that just made him assume that included Cynthia as well, it wasn’t till he got older he realized that she wasn’t actually his sister but that didn’t change anything, he’s always been the most protective of her and has always had a huge soft spot for his little sister. Cynthia does tend to have a jobs in Vancouver or Seattle and will always make it into a little trip to visit Quinn for the few days and watch his game. Cynthia always thought of Quinn as her big brother and her biggest protector.

Now Cynthia and Luke have always been more complicated, if you asked Jack he would say he thought the two treated each other like siblings but if you asked anyone else in either of their families they would tell you Luke has always had the biggest heart eyes for Cynthia. As Luke grew the more he realized what he felt for Cynthia and there were years where he could barely speak to her or be anywhere near her without blushing or stuttering over his words. Cynthia though has always been hesitant for what she felt for Luke as Jack has always been her best friend and she doesn’t ever want to betray his trust by falling for his little brother, Cynthia never realized what Luke felt for her and she didn’t want to start something with him that could end bad if he never felt the same. Cynthia has always treated him kindly and she treated the softest out of everyone but she tried to pretend that her feelings for him was platonic.

Ellen and Cynthia have always had an adorable relationship, Ellen having always wanted a daughter, has one in Cynthia. Ellen and Anna have been best friends since childhood. There’s been many days where the mom’s and Cynthia will go shopping and have a girls days, most of those times the three boys would complain that the moms were taking their Cynthia. Ellen is the only Cynthia has talked about her feelings for Luke. Ellen has always know Cynthia was made for Luke and she knows the two will end up together one day. It was Ellen who suggested the name Cynthia to her parents and they chose it for her name.

Jim and Cynthia are just as close, Cynthia enjoying just watching hockey games with Jim and her father, she’s always enjoyed spending time with Jim always thinking of him like a second father. Jim and Christopher met on their first hockey teams as children and have been best friends since. Jim always enjoyed Cynthia destroying his boys on the ice as she’s always been an amazing hockey player, one even the boys have hard time keeping up with.

Christopher and Anna had always planned for lots kids, they wanted a very big family but the birth of Cynthia was a very very dangerous one and it caused Anna to not be able to have any more children, and at first the two were devastated they couldn’t give their daughter siblings and have a big family but the more they thought about it Cynthia was perfect for them and in the end they ended up gaining three sons in Quinn, Jack and Luke. Their family felt full and completely with all of them. Cynthia has always been the perfect mix of her parents, her sparkling hazel eyes from her father, her button nose from her mother, her chestnut brown hair from her mother, her determination and passion of hockey from her father, her ability in everything art from her mother, her stubbornness definitely from both of her parents, her cheekiness from her father, her kindness from her mother.

Cynthia started collage in 2019 having graduated high school a year early, going to The Fashion Institute of Technology in New York, the number one collage for fashion. She started living with Jack as her collage is only a few minutes away from New Jersey. She started at a new agency for modeling and she started her classes to get her degree in fashion design. After finishing her first year at college she knew this is where she wanted to live for a long while.

August 14, 2023

Cynthia was cuddled up in her bed in her room at the Hughes lake house, sketching a new design in her sketch book, hearing a knock at the door and calling a come in. She looked up seeing Luke shyly peaking his head in the room holding something behind his back, She smiled patting the spot of her bed next to her, “Hi lukey.”

Luke smiled walking over ignoring the heat rising to his cheeks, “Hi jj.” Luke the only person who’s ever been aloud to call her that, Luke having picked the nickname from her middle name Jade. Luke sat down next to her bringing his hand forward showing a napkin filled with something as he gently unfolded the napkin revealing a bunch of warm chocolate chip cookies, “Mom made cookies so i grabbed a bunch before the rest of them could steal them all.” He brushed back a curl off his forehead avoiding eye contact with the girl he’s always been in love with.

Cynthia heart soften the way it only ever did around Luke, a reminder of what she will always feel for him despite trying to hide it with one night stands and short relationships, “Your the sweetest Lukey, Thank you.” She smiled squeezing Luke arm in thankfulness before grabbing a cookie and munching on it. Cynthia looked up at a Luke seeing him yawn and his eyes drooping the way they do when he’s tried and needs a nap. She pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed patting it while looking at Luke.

“What?” Luke looked at in confusion trying not to get his hopes up that she wants him to lay next to her.

“Come here silly i can see you falling asleep from here.” Cynthia gently smiled, watching the red hue appear darker on his cheeks before he got up and slid under the covers resting his head on the pillow before looking yp at her eyes looking for something, something she wasn’t sure what before he scooted forward and cuddled into her side and his arm draped across her stomach. Cynthia tensed slightly before relaxing running a tentative hand through Luke’s curls becoming more comfortable at the happy sound that left Luke and how he melted even more into her.

“Thank you baby.” Luke voice was deep with sleep his eyes already fluttered shut falling asleep so quick he didn’t even realize the name fall for him lips, but Cynthia did, making her hand freeze and her eyes widen in surprise looking down at a peaceful sleeping Luke.

Maybe that was a sign, a sign to her Luke does feel something for her. She thought back to all her memories with Luke and the way he’s always been sweet and wanting to be around her, she remembers how his cheeks are always red around her and tried to remember a time she’s seen him with a girl where his cheeks were blushed, maybe she’s been so involved trying to push her feelings away she’s missed all the signs in front of her. Maybe she should try with Luke not missing out a change of an epic love with him for Jack. She has a feeling now that for the first time in five years that they are going to live close by each other again, things are going to change and that filled her with an odd amount of excitement.

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September 6, 2023

Luke groaned throwing his head back as the pillow fell to the floor having not been able to block the sounds coming from the room across from him. Luke pulled his phone out of his pocket opening up his text messages with Cynthia.

Jj🤍

luke: You home?

cynthia: about to be, why?

luke: Can i come over? Jack has a girl over.

cynthia: course lukey🤍

luke: ❤️

Luke clicked his phone off throwing his legs off the side of the bed, hitting the floor with his feet, he slid on a pair of air forces. He grabbed his hockey bag that was hanging from his desk chair, he grabbed another outfit knowing he’s staying the night and have practice in the morning so there’s no point to come home first, he grabbed some of his toiletries throwing them in his bag before grabbing his hoodie and throwing it, quickly walking out the apartment trying to avoid hearing anymore sounds for him brother and the girl he had over.

Luke quickly hopped into his car starting the thirty ish minute drive to Cynthia’s penthouse, the drive was done before he knew it and he was parking his car and walking through the front lobby giving them the workers a nod knowing they already know him having seen him here many times before. Luke got in the elevator heading to the top floor that Cynthia’s penthouse is at. Luke walked out of the elevator heading towards the front door knocking on it, leaning against the wall waiting to hear his favorite footsteps, after a minute or two he heard a pair of footsteps rushing to the door, unlocking it showing a freshly shower Cynthia who’s dark brown hair is soaking wet falling down her back and a white fluffy towel wrapped around her, her body still wet from the shower.

“Hi Lukey! Sorry i took longer that i thought.” Cynthia smiled at her favorite boy tightening her grip on her towel that’s covering her, Luke harshly swallowed trying not to look at anything other than her eyes.

“It’s fine.” Luke smiled tightly trying to ignore the thoughts coming to his head, walking in feeling his skin spark at the slight brush of his arm to hers.

“I’ll be right back.” Cynthia quickly headed down the hall towards where he knows is her room.

Luke slipped his shoes off putting them on the self in the front entrance, he walked to the living room setting his bag on one of the chairs before taking a seat on her couch. He leaned his head back resting it against the back of the couch closing his eyes, before opening them hearing the patter of footsteps coming towards him, Cynthia wearing a knitted white sweater that loosely hung off her shoulder and a pair of grey sweatpants that were way to big for her, a pair that looks exactly like his the ones she borrowed from him.

“Are those my sweatpants?” Luke looked up at her grinning as he asked the question, he already knew the answer as the pants have his number on one of the front pockets and his old school logo. He thought she just got rid of them after she borrowed them a few years ago when she spent a weekend at his collage to watch him play.

Cynthia cheeks got slightly red, “Yes.”

Luke smiled seeing the red on her cheeks, He bit his lip to stop a bigger grin from forming on his face before patting the spot next to him, She quickly walked over to him and sitting next to him and she looked slight hesitant to move any closer, Luke saw this and put his arm slowly around her and pulled her closer. He watched as she relaxed fully against him and he heard her breathe out sigh as she cuddled into his chest, he smiled leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

Luke has felt the change between them since the lake house, Cynthia the last few years has always been more hesitant around Luke and been less touchy with him but lately she seems to have relaxed and is back to cuddling with him like she used to a lot.

“Jack has another girl over.” Cynthia quietly chucked knowing what’s its like to live with Jack, having lived with him for almost two years when they both moved to New Jersey and then she moved to New York to her own penthouse.

“Yeah it’s the same one as the last few times though.” Luke answered running a hand through Cynthia’s wet hair.

“The same one?” Cynthia asked in surprise as Jack has been on a playboy streak the last year since his break up with his ex.

“I know!” Luke laughed having thought the same thing, knowing Jack doesn’t sleep with the same person twice so it was different.

“You’re staying the night, right?” Cynthia asked hoping Luke will stay like he has the last few times he came over the last month since he’s moved to New Jersey.

“Course Jj.”

“Good.” Cynthia looked at Luke wrist looking at his watch seeing that it was already almost nine a clock at night and she was starving, “Did you eat?”

“Nope not yet.” Luke twirled a piece of her hair around his finger, “Chinese?”

“Duh!” Cynthia grinned knowing Luke loves the Chinese place she always gets food from. Cynthia quickly pulled out her phone ordering there usually for delivery and paying for it before Luke could it. She grinned as she felt Luke try to take her phone she moved forwards out of the way laughing as she submitted the order.

“Hey i was suppose to buy this time.” Luke playfully complained wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her towards him making her fall into his lap, he dug his fingers into her side where he knows is her ticklish spot and he was right soon the penthouse was filled with sound of her laugh and Luke chuckles as he watched her try to squirm away.

“I-m S-orr-y.” Cynthia tried to get out as she continued to laugh.

“No you’re not.” Luke smiled slowly stopping tickling her, Her laugh slowly died down but her smile stay bright and full, Her head turned making their noses brush, both not realizing they were that close, and not even paying attention that she is still sitting on his lap.

“Hi.” Cynthia voice was barley a whispered when she looked up Luke through her long eyelashes and her hand rested on the back of his neck, her fingers curling around one of his curls.

“Hi.” Luke whispered back watching her as he gently moved forward and bumped his nose with hers, loving how her nose scrunched in response.

She gently leaned towards him and rested her forehead against his, feeling at peace in his arms and she knew then, that she couldn’t push her feelings away anymore and she deserved a chance to love him and Luke deserves to be loved.

Luke smiled closing his eyes enjoying the closeness with Cynthia.

Cynthia pulled back from him resting her head on his shoulder feeling his hands run though her hair.

“Can i braid your hair?” Luke softly asked as both of their mothers have taught him from a young age, as he always wanted to be the one to do Cynthia’s hair for her.

“Course.” Cynthia lifted her head off his shoulder kissing his cheek and gently getting up and walking to down the hall to her bathroom, not seeing the red that grew on Luke’s cheek at the affection from her.

Luke watched as she came back with her brush and hair ties. Cynthia walked over sitting between his legs handing him the brush and relaxing at him doing her hair.

Luke gently brushed her hair out before splitting it into three sections and starting the braid as he done thousands of times before.

Cynthia wasn’t even sure if Luke knew how much she only enjoyed him doing her hair, she didn’t like when anyone else did it. She felt him reaching the end of the braid and handed him the hair tie.

“There.” Luke set the braid on her shoulder letting her see, “Beautiful as always.” He smiled down at her watching her look at him with a look in her eyes he’s sees through the mirror in his own.

Cynthia turned slightly still sitting on the floor between his legs resting her cheek on his thigh, looking up at Luke. She doesn’t know how she’s misread the look he’s giving her, a look she realizes he’s always given her.

Luke hand went towards her cheek hovering slightly from touching her looking at her for permission, He watched her smile at him before moving her head towards his hand and nuzzling into his hand. Luke couldn’t help but smile watching Cynthia.

Luke didn’t want her to sit on the floor any longer, “Come here.” Luke patted the spot next to him as he gently took his hand off her face.

Cynthia eyes flickered towards him before biting her lip before she stood up, she looked at Luke who was watching her as she slowly sat down on his lap instead on the couch. She watched his face for anything to make her get off him but all she saw was a smile grow and red rush to his cheeks. Cynthia rested her ear against his chest hearing his heart beat as she cuddled up on her lap, something that is easy to do as there is seven inches of height difference between the two.

Luke looked down smiling seeing Cynthia fully curled up on his lap, he grabbed one of her hands fiddling with the stacks of rings on her fingers. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, before the doorbell went off, the two knowing it’s their food.

Cynthia grumbled slightly as she was starting fall asleep in the comfort of Luke, Luke smiled slightly brushing her baby hair off her forehead, “Come on baby, we’ve got to get up.” Luke didn’t even realize what he called her, to focused watching her reluctantly getting off him and heading towards the kitchen. Luke shook his head fondly before standing up and heading to the door grabbing the food that was set on the floor in front of the door, he locked and closed the door behind before heading to the kitchen where he saw her waiting for him.

Cynthia head was rested on the kitchen island as she sat on one of her barstool chairs when she heard him walk into the kitchen setting the food down, She lifted her head helping him unpack the food, Luke slid into the chair next to her as they shared all their favorites.

They are in silence before they both finished and they both got up to throw their trash away. Luke turned around from the trash can taking the trash from Cynthia’s hand throwing it away. He turned back around seeing her lean her body against the kitchen island looking at him. Luke walked closer towards her, looking down at her noticing how her eyes were moving around his face slowly but kept flickering back to his lips, he gently put his hand on her waist and easily picked up her setting her up on the kitchen island.

Luke rested his hands on both sides of her legs leaning towards her slightly, “Tell me to stop and i will.” Luke voice was barley a shaky whisper, he knew if he kissed her once he would never be able to stop. The tension between the two had been there for years, filled with unspoken feelings and yearning for each other.

Cynthia took a deep breath, she didn’t want to hide her love for Luke anymore, she wanted to be with him despite what might happen with Jack, Ellen once told her she needs to listen to her heart and not her head so right now she going to listen to her heart. “Kiss me Luke.”

And that’s all it took for Luke to leaned towards capturing her lips with his, her hands went to the back of his head pulling him closer as the two kept kissing, both of their hearts beating so loud and the only though they had was each other. They both could feel the others smiles grow as they kissed. The two slowly pulled back to both catch their breaths.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Luke shyly confessed his cheeks red and his breath slight short from kissing her so long, he watch her smile turn shy and pink dust her cheeks, a look that makes her look even more beautiful.

“Me too.” Cynthia admitted looking up at him with a smile reserved just for him, “I’m sorry it took awhile.” She grabbed one of his hands squeezing it with both of her hands before pressing the back of his hand to her lips.

“It’s okay.” Luke face was set in a permanent smile, he knew they needed to talk more about everything but right now he was content with just holding her, he scooted as close as he could with her sitting on the counter, feeling her head rest again his chest. Luke leaned his head forward kissing her head before resting his chin on her head. He could feel the soft yawns coming from her.

Luke gently stepped back from her making her look up at him, “Come on baby let’s get you to bed.” She looked up with him puppy eyes that are impossible to say no too, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Luke just smiled easily lifting her off the counter and feeling her legs wrap around his waist and her head nuzzling into his neck. Luke gently held her as he walked across her penthouse towards her room, He walked towards her bed pulling back her white and pink flowered duvet covert and gently leaned down with her letting her back hit the bed and feeling her gently let go of him as she cuddled into her bed. Luke brushed a stray hair off her forehead before kissing her forehead and standing up turning away and going to head to his guest room when a voice called out.

“Lukey where are you going?” Cynthia voice was soft as she lifted her head slightly seeing Luke starting to walk towards the door.

“My room?” Luke questioned not knowing if it was too early to stay in her bed.

Cynthia just looked at him and smiled, she turned over in bed pulling up the other side of the duvet and patting the bed while looking towards Luke.

Luke smiled before pulling his hoodie and shirt off and setting them on the couch in front of her bed before sliding into the bed, next to her feeling Cynthia instantly cuddled up next to him and breath out a sigh of relief.

“You’re never not sleeping next to me you’re so warm.” Cynthia mumbled cuddling up as close as possible, enjoying the warmth Luke always seem to carry on him and she is usually always very cold.

“Okay Baby.” Luke smiled kissing her head, feeling her already falling asleep and it wasn’t soon before he fell asleep.

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Reigen Arataka with a reader who works as a model

I always liked the idea of Reigen being in a Jessica Rabbit/Roger Rabbit relationship with a partner, just a funny little guy going out with someone unbelievably out of his league

I mean, he's hot himself but aside from old ladies I think he'd have to put up a bit of work to pick up someone

He doesn't really care about your job, he got with you for many other reasons. But he will brag at least a tiny bit.

So, even if it's hypocritical of him, he will show you off from time to time. Like smirking as people turn around to look at you while he's holding your waist. A very shit-eating-"yeah, that's my partner"-grin. Especially at fellow psychics gatherings and in front of Banshomaru.

But he feels bad afterwards.

"Babe, you know that I'm not dating you just because of your job, right?"

"Taka, this is your third time telling me this tonight"

He doesn't miss ANY of your runway shows. You'll make sure to get him a front row seat every time because he doesn't want to miss any detail of your make up, dresses and beautiful features.

If you're a photo model, he'll come to your photoshoots and just look at you doing your job in awe.

I know he's always like "psychic powers or looks or skills don't make anyone special blah blah blah" but you might be the only exception because holy shit.

Would start taking pictures with his cheap ass flip phone as well.

He's all about hyping you up before shows and reassuring you in case you're feeling bad

Constantly making sure that your work environment is safe. The modeling world can be cruel, so he makes sure that no one is pressuring you too much, or making you feel bad about your looks and body. He wants you to be comfortable and happy with yourself.

"Doesn't your boyfriend worry that maybe you could get with someone else here at the agency? I mean, there's a lot of attractive people" one of your colleagues asks

You laugh calmly "Reigen? Oh, he's aware that there are many stunning people here. But what he's more aware of is that I only have eyes for him"

But if another model is blatantly hitting on you in front of him, he will sneak a hand around your waist or shoulders.

"You're with this guy?"

"There's no reason to not be with him"

My OC I like to pair up with Reigen works as a model, so I was inspired to make some headcanons! Hope it's not too corny

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𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦... pt.1 | jjk

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢:Army has seen over time the beautiful friendship between the maknae Jungkook and the model Y/N.

But since the Y/N model began to share more photos, videos, and appear in some of Jungkook's live shows, a part of the fandom began to have doubts.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗:Jungkook x fem!reader

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜:fluffy, cute, comfort.

sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^

But since the Y/N model began to share more photos and videos of them together, a part of the fandom began to have doubts.

@/Junggmaknae:It is clear that we have all seen those beautiful videos and photos of them together.

But that video that the beautiful model Y/N shared with us via instagram, I'm still not well after that beautiful video of them together.

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The video begins with Y/N smiling at the camera, you could see that he was on the ground.

A few seconds later he could see the muzzle of a dog approaching his face.

She laughed as she felt the dog's tongue on her cheek.

"Look at this big and beautiful dog," said the model before sitting down and showing the well-known pet of the youngest BTS member.

It could be seen that she caressed it and how the dog got excited getting closer to her

"Uh? What are they doing?" the male voice was heard

"Just showing off Bam" Y/N laughed while looking at the young man

Some footsteps could be heard and how the singer appeared looking at the camera "hello" he said with a funny voice

And there the video ended but there was still a second video, Jungkook playing and jumping with Bam and in the background the model's laughter could be heard, the video lasted a few more seconds and soon ended.

That was enough for the fandom to start giving their opinions of the two of them...

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@/Junggmaknae: OMG?!?!?! But that last video?

That video from now on lives in my mind permanently, I won't let it go

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An Arranged Love (Bakugou x Reader | Arranged Marriage AU!)

Summary : Being left pregnant by her Ex-Boyfriend, to keep the good name and the reputation of the family, Y/N was arranged to marry Dynamight, The number 2 Hero in Japan. Will they found love for each other further in the marriage or will they hate?

Warning : Bad words, pregnancy, break up, arguments, fight, family issues & force marriage, brand names are being mentioned.

A/N : This is my first time writing a story so I’m sorry if there’s any grammar error. I just wrote the first part of the prologue first because I’m afraid that it’ll be too long to read😅 Enjoy!

Taglist : @xoxo-teddybear @citrustsuki @mymysenpai @abbylouamanda

Prologue: Part 1 | Chapter List🕊

I look out of the window, looking at the busy street in front of me. Sitting by the window really helps you to distract yourself from current time. looking at what people are doing.

Like a man wearing a suit walking to work, a group of girls talking to each other while carrying their shopping bags, a couple with their kid holding hands, people crossing the street, cars driving by and a lady walking her dog. It is a fun way to distract yourself for a while

It’s a Friday morning. I’m sitting at the end of the cafe, where it’s hard for people to notice me. I’m wearing an all-black attire today. I don’t to pull any attention so I put on a mask and a cap. The hoodie covering my hat

I was here since half an hour ago. I’m supposed to meet someone, but it seems like they’re late.

I was distracted from my thoughts when my phone chimes. There’s a messege from Sayaka Hayashi. We’ve became best friends since elementary school. It’s been a long time since we last met. We often call each other. But lately we’ve been more busy with work and our daily life.

Saya-Chan : I’m here.

I see the door of the cafe opens and Sayaka walks in. She see me and walk towards my table. Her expression have a mix of concern and curiosity. I stand up and hug her tight. It feels so good to have someone to hug, especially in times like this. She returns the hug just as tight.

“I’m sorry for being late.” She said apologetically. “It’s okay. I know you have something to do...”. We sits across of each other. A waitress came and ask for our order. “Would you like to order, Ma’am?” She asked. “I’ll have Iced Americano. (Y/N), do you want anything?” Sayaka asked. “No, I’m good.”. The waitress go and send her order.

“(Y/N)…” Sayaka called my name. I looked at her and the looked of concern is still on her face. “Tell me, you’re not joking, right? Because this isn’t funny.” She asked worriedly. “It’s true Saya-Chan. I’m not joking.”. She’s asking about the new discovery that I just made. It’s really unbelievable, I almost didn’t believe it at first. “Oh my god…this is a lot to take…” She sighed. “Ho-How did you found out?” She asked curiously. “I have my own suspicions for the past weeks…but I just ignored it… until I feel like I have to get It checked up…” I explained to her. “But it could be wrong...” She said, still denying it. “How can’t be wrong if I’ve went to the clinic and they’ve confirmed it.” I said.

Sayaka sigh and lean back into her seat. There’s a long silents between us until Saya-Chan breaks it. “Do you know how far along are you?” She asked. “Yeah. They said that I’m 4 weeks in.” I said.

“Have you tell him about this?” She asked. The concern expression never fell from her face. I take a deep breathe “No…not yet…I don’t know how to tell him…”. There’s a pause until I continue “How can I tell him that I’m pregnant?!” I said, almost yelled. “How would he react?! You know that he doesn’t like kids! What if he leaves me?!” I’m starting to freak out. Sayaka notices the tables around us are looking at us so she calms me down. “Hey-hey! It’s ok! Relax, calm down. Deep breathes” She said and I do as she told me to.

“I’m sorry… I’m just-..” Sayaka cut me before I can finish my sentence. “It’s alright! I understand. I know that this overwhelmes you and belive me, it does for me too. But it’s going to be okay.” She said with a warm smile and reassuring tone.

That warm smile that she have always worn since elementary school never fails to make me feel better. That’s one think that Sayaka have always been good at.

I take a deep breathe “Thank you Saya-Chan…” I pause “My head is messed up right now. I almost don’t know what to do…” I said to her. Sayaka reach for my hand and put hers on top of mine. “It’s okay (Y/N), I’m always here for you. If you need anything, just tell me.” She told me. There’s warmth in her voice that always makes me calm. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

I sigh and look up at the ceiling. ‘What should I do?…should I tell him?…what if he leaves me?… I could tell my parents, but they’ll be disappointed in me…’. I look back at Sayaka and ask “Saya-Chan, should I tell him first or should I tell my parents?”

She pause and think. After a minute, she finally answers my question. “I think you should tell him first. If you tell your parents first it’ll make the situation harder and more complicated. Especially when your relationship with them is not that good.” She said.

Right, she does have a point. Well, my family is well known for our status and wealth. My father, (F/N) (L/N), owns a big modelling agency, EL Modelling. His agency is known for their super hot, beautiful models. He have worked with a lot of designer brands like Louis Vuitton, Gucci, YSL and etc. While my mother, (M/N) (L/N), owns an entertaiment agency called RUBY Entertainment. The company is know for their strong reputation of debuting many talented and succesful idols.

Me and my brother, (B/N), worked as a model at my father’s agency. Both of us have been a model since we were a child. Since then, we were always used for product advertisements. From clothing, food, appliances to cosmetics and skincare products. We also have participated three times in a runway show for Vogue.

Seems like a pretty fun life, isn’t it? But no. Despite having the same amount success as my brother, my parents seems to favour him more than me. They always say something like “Oh! (B/n)! You always makes us proud!” Or “You did a very good job, (B/N)!”. But whenever it comes to me, it’s always “You should do better! Why can’t you do it?!” Or “Doing great? Ha! Your work is never going to be great! Do better or else!” And “Can’t you be more like (B/N)?! Look at him! He always does his work perfectly!”.

It’s not that I’m not doing my job properly. In fact, I put more efforts into my work! While he just lazying around and doing nothing! He does do something but not as much as I am! It’s not like I’m saying that I’m better without prove but it’s fact! I always try my hardest! But yet, they’ll never see it… it really disappoints me.

Since I was a kid, they’ve always belittling me. Always point out the worst in me. And that really makes me sad and disappointed in them. But I bottle up the feeling. And I’ll never want to show it. So, I do as they say.

“Yeah.” I said. Agreed to what Sayaka said. “I guess I’ll do that…” I say as I look down at my lap and put a hand on my stomach. Sayaka squeezes my hand and I look at her. “Remember, I’m always here for you.” She said with that smile again. I smile back and nod.

Her drink arrives and we talk a little bit about work before we go to pay at the cashier. Getting out of the cafe, we hug each other in front of the entrance door before we say our good-byes.

We go our seperate ways. Sayaka said that she has something to do at work so she’s going to the office. I don’t have anything scheduled for me today. I’ve asked them to give me about a two weeks off from work. I’ve been really sick these past few weeks. And you can already tell what’s the cause of it.

I’m waiting for my car outside of the cafe. After 10 minutes of waiting, it finally arrives.

I hop in the car and it drives from the cafe. I’m heading home. I’m currently living in a Condominium I owned here in Tokyo. Living here makes it easier for me to stay away from my family. I got more privacy and space. And there’s no one besides me who lives here. No servants, not a single person live with me. Just my self.

The car stops as we reach the traffic light. I watch as people are walking using the zebra crossing and cars waiting for the light to turn green.

I sit here in the back seat, thinking. ‘How am I suppose to tell him?…How am I suppose to tell Ren?…’.

Ren Inoue…we’ve been dating for almost 3 years. We kept our relationship secret from the public and our parents. The only people who knows about our relationship is Sayaka and some of his friends.

I met him by a colleague. He introduces Ren to me. We became friends and not long after,…I realise that I have feelings for him. I confesses to him and he said that he also felt the same for me. After that, we started dating. Going to each other’s places, hanging out, going on dates. He makes me feel so happy. Feel appreciated. By someone else besides my friends, or family…

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the car stops. I than realize that we have reached my the condominium building. I get out of the the car and thank my driver.

I walk towards the lobby and towards the elevator. I press the button and waited. Soon, the door opens and I get in.

This building has 30 floor and my house is on the 20th floor.

Once the elevator reach my floor, the door opens and I get out.

The hallway is quite. I guess it’s because people are at work right now.

I walk towards my apartment. I reach down to my pocket for my keys and unlock the door.

I walked in and turn on the lights and walk towards the living room. The apartment was decorated with industrial designs. I’ve always been a fan of the style.

I take of my cap and put my bag down on the coffee table. I pick up the controller form the and turn on the TV and put it back down. This has always been a habit of mine since I moved out of my family’s house. I’ll listen to something while doing my work or chores. It kinda makes me feel less lonely.

I walked into the kitchen roll my sleeves up to wash last nights dishes. I didn’t get to wash it this morning since I need to meet Sayaka.

After I finished, I walk to my room and lay down on the bed. I reach for my pocket and take my phone out. I open my message and go to Ren’s contact and texted,…

“Baby,…can we meet tonight?…”

.

.

“ There’s something that I wanna tell you…”

.

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[lovelywritten]

ALISA KNOWS BEST

—pairing : haiba lev x fem!reader

—summary : alisa being your good friend and being a good sister to her little brother decides to play match-maker for the two of you.

—content : fluff, crackhead energy, mild nsfw

—a/n : lowercase intended

—you would be good friends with his older sister, alisa

—you were a few years her junior and yet you were just as successful as she is—if not more

—the both of you works for the fashion industry, with her as a model and you as a fashion editor

—alisa then introduces you to her little brother who also works for the fashion industry. turns out, you three were in the same company

—it just so happens that you've worked with her little brother. the genes were apparent, there. both of them had the same eyes, same smile, slender figures, and both strikingly gorgeous.

—❝i know best okay? i'm not boasting just because he is my brother. lev has a kind heart. he is a pure soul. are you listening to me?...y/n-chan.❞

—when you came to the conclusion that alisa would never shut up or give up bringing up her brother to you, you finally decide to go to the blind date she was setting for the both of you

—which was exactly two weeks and four days ago

—it wasn't that bad really

—he just happened to sneeze on the food before you and well...you, when a woman holding a bouquet of flowers passed by

—he was polygenic-sensitive

—which also means: no flowers in the future

—he wasn't that bad, as you get to know him

—lev was quirky and fun to be with, fun to tease

—you almost cooed at him for being such a gentleman

—he asks ❝may I?❞ when he wants to kiss you (awee my big babyyyy)

—definitely mall dates at the department store and branded boutiques. you would pick out clothes for each other and styling, it's just sooo much fun!!

—❝baby, i'm outside. i've been ringing your doorbell since like two? three minutes ago. ❞

—you walk by your window, seeing lev at the front of the other house—particularly your neighbor's

—❝lev, my love...you're at the wrong house.❞

—yeah, he could easily get lost

—this man has absolutely non-existent sense of direction

—❝lev...do you know where you're going?❞

—he tilts his head to the side and then just facing ahead, saying yes confidently while going the wrong way

—you stopped walking, pursing your lips to fight an amused smile from forming

—once he realized you weren't following him, he blinked and turned around, looking confusedly at you

—a soft smile graced your lips before you made your way towards him, intertwining your hands with his and chuckle softly. ❝let's go.❞

—you led him back around to where you came from before you blindly followed him while you were on your phone

—it was only two minutes

—before he led you both astray

—that's kinda raw talent...honestly

—first time with him was kinda sloppy

—you swallowed the urge to laugh at him

—because you had to show him where your clit was, your hand guiding his own

—it was still wholesome

—when he got the hang of it though, you could only chant his name over and over, holding onto him for dear life, leaving marks all over his back and biceps

—after exactly four rounds, you're both spent

—alisa really does know best

[mintyys-blog]

Since steve saw model reader on victoria secret runway . Bet he would see her looking elegant and feirce/fun in haute couture runways . Even modeling for fashion design students when they graduate . Her keeping a photo album memories of the runways she walked for and steve found ones from alexander mcqueen (the designs are bold dark and like the designer quoted "i want the women i dress to be feared and bold")

spin off from this post

VICTORIAS SECRET 2 — steve rogers x model! reader

WARNINGS: none

Steve had always known there was something captivating about her. From the moment they met, she carried herself with a quiet confidence, an effortless grace that made people stop and look without quite knowing why. But he never imagined just how much of the world had already seen what he now called his.

They had been dating for a few months when he found out.

It happened by accident. He had been flipping through TV channels one evening, waiting for her to finish getting ready for their dinner plans. The screen flickered to a fashion segment—something about haute couture, designers pushing boundaries, and the evolution of runway trends.

And then, there she was.

Dressed in something that didn’t look like clothing so much as wearable art, she strode down the runway with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. The fabric was structured, sharp and imposing, the dark silhouette making her look like royalty—dangerous, untouchable. The commentator’s voice filled the room, mentioning Alexander McQueen’s legacy and how the design embodied his infamous quote: “I want the women I dress to be feared and bold.”

Steve stared.

She had mentioned work, of course, but never in detail. He knew she had an unpredictable schedule, that she often traveled, but he hadn’t realized—hadn’t known—that this was her world.

“You ready?” Her voice broke through his thoughts as she entered the living room, adjusting an earring.

Steve turned, still absorbing what he had just seen. She was breathtaking as always, but now… now he was seeing her in a completely different light. “You’re a model.”

She blinked. “Uh. Yeah?” A slow smirk curved her lips. “Is this the part where I say, Surprise?”

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he reached for the remote, pausing the screen on an image of her mid-stride, fierce and commanding. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shrugged, leaning against the back of the couch. “I figured you’d find out eventually. Plus, I liked that you saw me first. Not the version on a runway.”

Steve stood, crossing the room to stand in front of her. “So… Victoria’s Secret, haute couture, McQueen—what else am I missing?”

She grinned. “I also walk for graduating fashion students. I like helping them bring their visions to life.”

His eyes softened. Of course she did. Even in an industry built on image, she found a way to make it meaningful.

Steve brushed his knuckles over her cheek, admiration clear in his expression. “I wish I’d known sooner. I would’ve been cheering you on from the start.”

Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. “You’re here now.”

He kissed her—soft, lingering. “Damn right I am.”

From that moment on, he made sure she never doubted his support. When she traveled, he sent messages reminding her to eat. When she had late-night fittings, he waited up just to hear about them. And when she walked another McQueen show, exuding power in every step, he sat front row, watching in quiet awe as the woman he loved took on the world.

[marie098887]

💳 “The Runway walk.”

Blue Lock Boys React to FemModel!Reader

Part 3 : Ness Hiori, Shidou Kaiser, Niko, Sae, 

📝 Requests: OPEN

After a brutal, hard fought win in the final match of the season, the Blue Lock team was on a all time high. The kind of win that gets headlines, sponsorships, and cameras in their faces.

Not even a full 24 hours after the match, Ego sent a rare, vaguely polite message about a “post-season opportunity.” A top fashion brand is hosting its annual runway show and wants the Blue Lock team front and center. PR stunt? Probably. But the event promises food, press, and a VIP afterparty, and that’s enough to get them into suits.

🎀 Alexis Ness

Ness is composed.

Sits straight. Perfect posture. Hands folded neatly in his lap. Every detail of his outfit is deliberate, clean, sharp, expensive. He’s not here to joke around or roll his eyes like the others.

He’s here to observe. Properly.

He watches the models walk like a critic. Calm expression. The occasional approving nod, that same sweet smile on his face.

But, he’s not easily impressed.

Then you walk out.

And the air shifts.

His eyes lock onto you instantly. He leaned forward ever so slightly, but you can feel the tension roll off him, subtle, sharp, alert.

You don’t strut. You glide. Like the runway doesn’t deserve you but you’re being generous. Your walk is clean. Cold. Effortless.

His lips part, just barely. Like his brain stopped for a moment.

He blinks. Once.

He’s interested, well, not interested. Invested.

You don’t spare the crowd a glance. You don’t need to. You’re not here to be looked at, you’re here to be remembered.

And Ness is remembering everything.

You disappear backstage, and he finally exhales. Slow. Controlled.

But he’s still thinking.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. Just sits there, looking too calm for someone who just watched the entire room tilt around one person.

That’s fine.

He’ll figure out who you are. He always does.

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🩵 Hiori Yo

Hiori’s paying attention.

He’s not trying to stand out, not trying to impress anyone. Just sitting quietly, hands folded in his lap, watching the show with his teammates and chatting away.

He notices the details. The way certain models hold their posture. The rhythm of the walk. The weight of the clothes. It’s interesting, in a distant kind of way.

Then you step out.

And he becomes still.

It’s not dramatic. No gasp, no wide eyes. Just silence. A pause in his breathing. Like his brain needed a second to catch up.

You don’t rush. You don’t overdo it. Your walk is smooth. Your presence was solid, something that wasn't easily shaken.

You look like you belong here.

And for a second, Hiori forgets what he was looking for. Because now, he’s just looking at you.

His brows pull together slightly. Like he’s confused. Not by you, but by his own reaction. It’s rare for something to throw him off. Rarer for someone to do it so quietly, but you did it.

With ease.

You disappear backstage. He blinks. Exhales. Then sits back in his seat again like nothing happened.

But in his head?

All he's thinking about is you.

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🩷 Shidou Ryusei

Shidou’s bored.

Slouched in his seat, legs wide, shirt half unbuttoned, gum popping between his teeth, hair down for once. The lights, the glam, the music, none of it’s holding his attention. He’s restless.

He was looking for something worth noticing, feining almost.

And so far? Nothing.

He watches the models walk like he’s watching paint dry. Blank stare. Half, lidded eyes. Already making jokes in his head about how everyone looks the same.

Then you come out.

And everything stops.

He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. Just watches.

You don’t walk like the others. You don’t try to impress the crowd or demand attention. You walk like it’s yours by default.

And that? That hooks him.

You alone piqued his interest. It’s curiosity. Sharp. Quiet. Obsessive.

His jaw shifts. The gum’s still in his mouth, but he’s not chewing it anymore. He leans forward slightly. Just enough to follow every step you take.

You don’t look at him. But if you did?

He would smile right back at you. But we all know there is more looming behind that smile.

Eyes low, mouth slightly open, like he’s thinking too much, and none of those thoughts are appropriate.

When you disappear backstage, he sits back again.

Still silent.

Still thinking.

The next model walks out and he doesn’t even glance at them.

You have him now, and he wants to see more of you.

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💎 Michael Kaiser

Kaiser walks in like he’s the main attraction.

And to be fair, he usually is. Custom suit. Hair perfect. Smile sharp. He’s posing for cameras like they owe him something. Giving interviews. Dropping winks. Loving the attention.

He’s not here to be impressed. He’s here to be seen.

He watches the runway casually. Half bored. Leaned back with one arm draped over the back of his chair like this was just another day. Every model gets the same look: neutral, a little smug, flirty, unimpressed.

Then you walk out.

And the air shifts.

He doesn’t react right away. Doesn’t move. Just watches, his eyes widening. That smug smirk on his face wiped off immediately.

Because something about you feels different.

You don’t smile. Don’t do anything extra. But the room feels like it’s spinning toward you.

And that pisses him off a little.

His brows draw together just a bit. Not in anger, in curiosity. Who are you? Why haven’t he heard of you? Why does it suddenly feel like someone else has the spotlight?

You don’t acknowledge the crowd. Don’t acknowledge him.

That gets to him most of all.

By the time you disappear backstage, his head’s tilted slightly, lips pressed into a thin line, like he’s trying not to show that you just messed with his ego a little.

He doesn’t speak. Just watches. Thinking.

And for once?

He’s not the one people are looking at.

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💚 Niko Ikki

Niko’s not saying much.

He’s just sitting there, quiet, still, taking everything in. The music. The way the models move. The pacing. The camera flashes. He watches like he’s trying to learn something from it. Not emotionally invested, just… studying.

He’s always been like that. Head in the game. Eyes sharp. Mind running in the background.

Then you come out.

And for a second, he forgets what he’s doing.

His gaze snaps to you. His whole body stills. Like someone pressed pause.

You don’t do anything flashy. You don’t need to. Your walk is smooth, calm, effortless. There’s something heavy about your presence — like you know exactly how to pull a room in without lifting a finger.

And yeah, he notices.

Eyes stay on you the whole time. Focused. Quiet. Curious. Not in a loud way. Not in a thirst way.

He doesn’t realize he’s leaning forward slightly until the person next to him shifts.

When you disappear backstage, he blinks. Breathes. Leans back.

Doesn’t say a word.

But now you’re stuck in his head. And he’s wondering how someone like you could exist without him already knowing your name.

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❤️ Sae Itoshi

Sae’s not impressed.

Not by the venue. Not by the clothes. Definitely not by the people. He sits in the front row like he was dragged there, spine straight, expression unreadable, dressed in something effortlessly expensive.

He doesn’t clap. Doesn’t react. Barely even looks up.

He’s seen this all before. Runways. Spotlights. Flashes. It’s nothing new.

Then you walk out.

And he looks.

Not just a glance,  really looks.

Eyes narrow just a little. Brows barely twitch. It’s the smallest shift, but for him? That’s everything.

You don’t look at the crowd. Don’t need to. You walk like silence follows you. Like you belong here, more than anyone else in the room.

And for once, he’s watching. Quiet. Still.

He tracks every step without blinking. Not because he’s shocked — because something in him won’t let him look away.

There’s no smirk. No comment. No reaction on his face.

But in his head?

You’ve already registered as a problem.

When you disappear backstage, he leans back in his seat.

Unbothered. Distant. But still thinking.

And that’s the part that bothers him most.

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Alright and that is a wrap for the Runway walk. :) Pretty proud of myself and this is only the start.

If you guys would like to drive into this more just lmk! Already working on the next <3

[stardustlin]

hi there!! i saw that reqs were open, and i thought atsv characters (preferably Miguel and Hobie) with a model! (or mj variant) reader would be fun thank u and have a great day :))

of course!! thank you so much for requesting this :) i hope you have a good day/night luv <3

the runway show was bustling with people as everyone tried to find their designated seats. you were a runway model based in NYC and it was you first runway show ever since you were booked by Gucci themselves. you were very excited to mention it to miguel and hobie who had applauded you for your successes and as the good gentlemen that they are they made it their duty to attend the runway show you were going to walk for. it was held by gucci and other few famous designer brands. miguel and hobie had reserved front row seats by you since they other the other they wanted to see you walk. they found their seats amongst the crowds as the lights had dimmed and flashing strobe lights cascaded the whole room. the atmosphere was chaotic and nosy of the sound of people’s phone cameras and chattering filled up the room.

as per usual miguel and hobie would fight over for you attention, bickering as always about who likes you the most and how much they have done for you.

“y/n, would definitely go out with a man like me.” miguel said up close in hobie’s while his face was shoved away by him.

“i ain’t even gonna lie to you but they wouldn’t like a man like you.” hobie laughed as he rolled his eyes at miguel. hobie reclined into his chair crossing his arms while his eyes were glued at the runway platform waiting for the show to begin. while miguel grumbled under his breath fixing his posture… manspreading taking up space. his knee was touching hobie’s. “do you even know what personal pace is you bloke?”he pushed miguel’s knee away from him with a slight push. miguel didn’t say anything but was clearly annoyed by hobie’s actions. “why you little-“ miguel was cut off by the announcer who had the spotlight on them as the light completely dimmed.

“ladies and gentleman i present to you gucci’s spring season 2023 fashion collection!” the announcer said holding the mic. everyone went quiet but not too quiet but quiet enough to give their undivided attention to the announcer. miguel and hobie stopped bickering and awaited excitedly for you to come out. they knew you won’t come out soon but somewhere in between the other models. miguel was already reveling in thought of how stunning you were going to look in their clothes while hobie was happy to support your life-long dreams of being a runway model.

music filled everyone’s ears as the clanking of the models’ heels would clack on the wooden platform as they did their poses and walked back to where they had come out. everyone in the room marveled at the beautiful models and would comment about which models’ they liked best. hobie and miguel would clap every time a model would walk just appreciating their work.

half way through, you had come out walking down the runway show. everyone was commenting how stunning and ethereal you were, and that you had probably had the best outfit on out of all the other models. when you came into view coming down the runway hobie stood up clapping and whistling “OKAY RUNWAY MODEL!” miguel quirked an eyebrow pulling hobie down to sit back on his seat because hobie had just attracted the attention of all the other guests there. some laughed and some committed how unruly that was, but knowing hobie he doesn’t care at all. “you can’t just stand up and yell!! are you even the slightest bit embarrassed??!” miguel said in a hushed tone all up in hobie’s face scolding him but he couldn’t care less while he had an shit eating grin. you saw hobie and miguel’s eyes on you which made you crack a smile at them for a few seconds resuming your focus on the runway. miguel gave you a thumbs up and a flashy smile while hobie winked at you. you can’t afford to get distracted since you were in front of hundreds of people, but deep down you felt happy that miguel and hobie were there supporting you. your cheeks slightly heated up as you felt a blush spread across your face but nonetheless you concentrated at the work at hand and walked back to where you made your entrance.

just how the runway show started it soon came to an end. you had exited from the back of the venue, and awaited for hobie and miguel to meet you there as you had texted them awhile ago of you location. miguel and hobie hit the corner of the alleyway as you had your hands in your pocket waiting for them. hobie ran up to you as he put his hands on your shoulders facing. “i’m so happy for you, luv! ya did good!

“thank you so much hobie,” he nodded in approval as he parted away from you letting miguel come up to embrace you. you felt miguel’s arms wrap around your shoulders and you wrapped your arms around his waist. “you did well, i’m proud of you.” miguel carded your hair lovingly. and hobie was reeling in the moment happy for you. who knew that both of them would fight for you and protect you at all costs.

[meo-eiru]

❤️Happy Valentines Day❤️

Today you received a picture from a special photoshoot, it seems it's from a man who exists to charm you with his beauty. Which gift are you most exited for?

[kiddokori]

how many straps can i put on this guy before she looks like a final fantasy character

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”