#v; model

Adrian nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he watched the scenery rush past the car’s window. His manager, Nathalie, sat next to him as she typed away busily on her tablet. She paid no mind to him as he shifted to and fro, pulling out his phone before putting it back in is pocket, rubbing at his neck before starting the process all over again.

Adrian had been modeling for a while, but today was the first day of his shoot with an up and coming designer that could potentially be game changing for his career. If the line did well and it featured Adrian, he would finally have steady gigs. If the designer flopped, it was back to the drawing board for him. There was a lot riding on the success of this photo shoot and saying Adrian was nervous was an understatement.

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           ❝Do you want me to give your nudes to the parazzi. Because that’s what I’ll do if you don’t shut up❞

       ❝Well,❞ Finrod pulled a mildly shocked expression as he settled straddling Meludir’s hips and blocking the younger man’s reading. ❝I’m bored out of my mind, and it’s too hot outside to do anything other than hang out in here with you.❞ He shifted to lay his chin atop Meludir’s head, his off-white t-shirt the only thing the other could see.

Jonghyun runs a hand through his hair, yawning loudly as he reads the post-it note left for him stuck on the fridge. He chuckles softly and does just as Sehun had suggested and whips himself up a quick breakfast to eat while he goes through his phone idly. Once finished, he cleans up after himself, gets dressed and makes to leave the apartment, knowing that, with its advanced security measures, would lock up after him automatically. He brings out his phone and dials the familiar number, holding it up to his ear.

Send me a ☆ for my muse’s reaction to receiving a nude from your muse.

[text: Boi] Your timing is terrible. I wasn't holding my phone.

[text: Boi] I think my stylist is very impressed, though. What prompted these, love?

This had to be the third time Gavin would be working with Michael. They'd never hung out other than at photo shoots, something that never ceased to frustrate the Brit. How hard could it be to bed an American? Apparently, very hard. He thought he was flirting enough, and he was certainly handsy during photos, but it was hard to tell if Michael was picking up on that.