You and Bucky had
instantly clicked as soon as you arrived at the Avengers Facility, and soon
became best friends. He trusted you implicitly and ever since heard you sing,
he felt himself falling faster as the days rolled on. So when you start to pull
away from him, he feels betrayed and upset. Thinking it’s something to do with
him and his past.
Little did he know that it was nothing to do with his past,
but your shame in your body, your feelings of self-loathing and your ever
growing love for your best friend.
Bucky + Plus Size Reader
AN: Hey Dolls! Thank you for the overwhelming response I’m receiving for this story! This instalment isn’t the best, but it’s important as it’s setting the tone for the next. Also, who doesn’t love a good makeover? Am I right? No? Ok, I’ll let you carry on then!
Tags are still open and as always my inbox is always open for requests!- Rae xo
“Nikki, this is so kind of you, and I really
appreciate it,” you chewed your bottom lip, trying to find the right words to
say, without hurting the stylists feelings. “But-“
“You don’t like it,
right?” she nodded towards the outfit, and you meekly nodded in return. “You’re
right to, there’s just something that looks off isn’t there?,” she bit her
nails in thought, “Well this is all I’ve bought with me, so it looks like we’re
going to HAVE to go shopping!” she turned around to her team of unbelievably
good looking women, “Girls, take a break, get a coffee or something. We’ve got
some shopping to do!” she giggled like a schoolgirl before practically pulling
your arm out of it’s socket, dragging you out the door
Your feet hurt from
walking, your arms were weak from carrying the ags full of clothes, shoes and
whatever else Nikki had decided to treat you with. You bundled into your room
and slumped down on the bed, the only thing you had on your mind was a nap.
“Hey Sleeping Beauty, get your
ass up, you’ve got to go get all pretty and shit” you were rudely awoken with a
vigorous shake from the one and only Natasha Romanoff.
“Ok, I’m up, I’m up. What are
you doing here?” you asked, trying to stifle a yawn
“Well, I’m here for a free
mani-pedi, obviously. And to get you to the hair stylist, you’ve got to take
care of that mane some time.” She laughed as you put on your very best, I’m
shocked and appalled face.
“What’s wrong with my hair?” you
“When did you last have it in
anything apart from a bun Y/L/N?” she raised her eyebrow at you.
“I don’t remember…” you trailed
off, looking at the floor.
“Well, then that’s exactly what’s
wrong with it.” She smiled at her own joke, “Now, I don’t want to see you until
you’ve been all dolled up” At that, she was up and getting the nail technicians
The stylist waltzed
into your room with all the equipment that she needed, and sat you down on her
“So?” you asked the lady as she was running her fingers through your hair,
scrutinising the ends with microscopic precision.
“Oh no no no, you’re not allowed
to know. I’ve been told you’re not allowed to even get a peek until we’re all
done with hair and make up” you sighed, this was Tony’s doing, and you knew it.
After around 3 hours
of primping, polishing and styling, you were about to go and get your outfit
on. You walked to the closet where Nikki was making the final touches to your
outfit. You looked at it nervously.
“Don’t worry, it’ll
look amazing. Here, go put these on.” She threw all sorts of under-garments at
you, bras, panties, even stocking and suspenders. You held up a corset and
wondered what the hell it was for, you gave her a quizzical look, “It sucks
everything in, trust me. You’d look amazing anyway, but this, this is what
seals the deal. Just in case you had your eye on anyone special” She winked and
you turned a light shade of red. “Now, go and get dressed, you don’t have long”
She hurried you into the bathroom where you proceeded to dress in the
undergarments you’d been given. As you were about to leave, you caught a
glimpse of yourself in the mirror for the first time and didn’t recognise the person
staring back at you.
Your once straight Y/H/C, lack
lustre locks were now healthy curls of deep red that hung just below your
shoulders, your feathery fringe stopped just above your now perfectly groomed
eyebrows. A blended, soft brown shadow was sitting in the crease of your eye
and an inky black flick was on your eyelid, your eyelashes were thick and
wispy, you blinked, fluttering them, making you aware of your lack of them up
to this point. The lashes tickled your cheek and that made you laugh, causing
your attention to change from your eyes to your lips. They looked soft and
plump, covered with a deep blue-red lipstick and lip liner that made your teeth
look whiter than they were before. Your face had been sculpted nicely, with a
shimmery highlight bringing out your cheekbones. You felt amazing in the sexy
lingerie that had been picked out for you, and turned your attention to the
dress that had been picked out for you. You stepped into the dress and pulled
it over your hips, the black velvet hugging you like it was made for you. The
deep V in the front accentuated your ample cleavage and the way material ruched
across your abdomen and down made it even more flattering, as it hid anything
that you were self-conscious about, but showed off your hourglass figure, that
you didn’t even know you had, perfectly. The black heels with the red bottoms
that you had fallen in love with fit you like a glove and made your tanned legs
look positively divine. You added your accessories, added your new perfume and with
a satisfied smile, you stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom. With your head
held high and your shoulders back, you were finally ready to face the room full
of expectant professionals.
You felt a wave of self-confidence
wash over you as you posed for them, you smiled and laughed as they cheered and
wolf whistled you. A small blush appeared on your face and you thanked them
all. Without them, you wouldn’t feel anything close to how you felt right now.
You felt beautiful, and that was such a rare occurrence for you, that you were
so very grateful to everyone who had helped you get there. As soon as Natasha
and Wanda had heard the commotion, they had practically sprinted to see your ‘Transformation’
as they were calling it. They stopped dead at the door and both of their mouths
were hung open, at a loss for words.
“Well, what do you
think?” you raised your eyebrow, hoping for a positive review from the only
other girls in the house.
“You look so good
Y/N, I’ve never seen you smile so big before!” Wanda came over and hugged the
living daylights out of you, “You look amazing.” She whispered into you, you
smiled and returned her compliment. You looked at Nat, preparing yourself for
whatever she was going to say.
“Well shit, it turns
out you’re hot as fuck. Good job Nikki” she looked at you and gave you a wink
and held her fist out to Nikki to bump. “Are you ready?” she looked at you and
you froze, were you ready? “He’s not going to be able to take his eyes off you.”
She gave you a knowing look.
“What? Who?” you
played dumb, hoping that they wouldn’t press the issue any further. The rest of
the team left to clean up, which let you to have your discussion alone.
“You must think we’re
stupid Y/N. We’re talking about Bucky.” You opened your mouth to protest Wanda,
but she raised her finger before you had the chance to say anything. “And don’t
you deny it. We see how you look at him”
“He sees me as a
friend” you didn’t necessarily lie, you just didn’t tell them that you wished
he saw you as more than a friend. Wanda sent you a look, and you didn’t need to
say anything else, she knew.
“And? What do you
see him as?” Nat pressed. Boy, she really wanted to hear the words come out of
“I mean, of course I
like him, who wouldn’t? He’s gorgeous. He’s kind, and funny. He’s charming and
protective. I mean I should be so lucky right?” you finally admitted it to Nat,
just not to the extent that you liked him.
“Well wearing that
hun, you’ll be getting very lucky, if you know what I mean” she sent you a wink
and you exploded with laughter. You picked up your phone from the charger and
noticed a text from Bucky.
Limos have arrived. Time to
board your carriage, Cinderella.
You made sure you
had everything you needed, and headed out the door.
“Y/N, you go last,
so you get the grand reveal.” You rolled your eyes at Wanda, ever the romantic.
You ascended the
stairs behind Nat and Wanda, and you could hear them being wolf whistled and
clapped by everyone. You took a deep breath and nervously turned the corner looking
out at the crowd of people. It became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone’s mouth was hanging open in a similar way to Nat and Wanda earlier. Your
eyes searched the room for those familiar ocean blue orbs. When you found them,
your heart started racing, and you could feel your smile widening. He looked so
handsome in his tuxedo, his long hair in a slicked back style that made you
want to run your fingers through it. He looked you up and down, and there was a
brief flash of something that you couldn’t quite figure out in his eyes. All of
a sudden, all of the men were rushing to you, reaching for your hand, fighting
to help you down the stairs. All of them apart from the man who you really
wanted to be there. He kept his distance, keeping his gaze on you at all times.
“Here, Y/N, let me
help you.” Steve extended his hand to you, ever the gentleman.
“Hey, shove off Cap,
I asked first” Sam pushed Steve’s hand away, replacing it with his own. You
blushed harder, not used to all the attention you were now receiving.
“I think we all
know, I was there before both of you.” You heard Tony move through the crowd
and he took your hand and escorted you down the stairs. He leant into you and whispered
“You look stunning Siren. Who knew right?” you slapped his arm playfully and
laughed. He can be an ass, but him footing the bill for this make over made you
feel very thankful to Tony, for everything he did for you tonight.
“Thank you Stark.” You
looked at him, he picked your hand up, and planted a small kiss on top of it.
“Go get ‘em tiger.” He
raised his eyebrow and as soon as he’d said it, he was off, talking to someone
about something far beyond you level of expertise. You made your way over to
Bucky, who’s stare you were painfully aware of the whole time you’d been stood
in the foyer. Your eyes met his and he smiled at you and the dancing
butterflies in your stomach were at it again, why did you react like this with
“Hey Buck. You don’t
scrub up too shabby,” you mentally cursed yourself at your nervous laugh that
“Neither do you,
Angel.” He took you in his arms and you pulled him close, giving him a chance
to feel your curves, you blamed your new found confidence at the sudden need
for his attention. He didn’t complain, as he picked you up and span you around.
He placed you back down and whispered into your ear, “You’re simply
captivating, Doll” Your heart was hammering away so fast in your chest, you
felt it could jump out at any moment. You felt your breathing hitch as he
studied you, you glanced up at him, his eyes darkening with something you
couldn’t quite place your finger on.
“Come on Guys! I
want to party!” Sam called from outside. You hadn’t even noticed the foyer
empty, leaving only you and Bucky stood on the logo in the entrance hall. Bucky
placed his hand on the small of your back, the small touch sending a shiver
down your spine.
“You ready Doll?”
his low voice made your knees weak, and you could have jumped him there and
I've always wondered how the cast of dr1 would prepare for something like a prom or masquerade ball (I bet they'd all look fancy in suits or dresses :3)
SO CUTE LET’S DO IT ~ Mod Bunny
Makoto: Makoto oh my god he’d be so cute he’d wear his tux and try to tame that wild pile of fluff on his head… he’d have his mom do his tie because he doesn’t know how, and he’d drive his date to the dance really nervous and quiet.
Byakuya: He’d buy a custom-tailored tux, pay someone to do his hair, have a limo on standby for him and his date, and make a huge scene when they arrive and draw as much attention as possible.
Kyouko: Kyouko would keep it simple and elegant, light make up, hair neatly up. I can see her in a long, dark dress, nothing flashy, but absolutely beautiful.
Chihiro: I can’t decide whether Chihiro would feel confident enough to wear a tux, or if he’d stick with a dress…. I definitely think he’d get ready by himself and meet up with a group of friends at the dance.
Mondo: Mondo would wear a horribly gaudy tux, I’m talking lime green or something. He’d show up with a crew of male friends, probably also wearing bright ugly colors, and just generally be loud and obnoxious.
Kiyotaka: Ishimaru would make sure his hair was perfectly in place, tie perfectly straightened, and I think he would read through all of the rules of the prom beforehand and make his date completely aware of them. He would probably annoy his date at the prom by acting more like a chaperon than a student.
Junko: Junko would find the sexiest, barely dress-code appropriate dress she could and then spend hours on hair, makeup and nails. She would probably demand that her date pick her up in a limo and present her with a corsage before the dance.
Hifumi: Hifumi would spend hours trying to get that unicorn-horn thing he has on top of his head (what is that I don’t even) to stay down, eventually I think he’d just slick his hair back and look like a complete dork. I think he’d buy his date a corsage but leave it at home. He’d be really awkward and would mumble a lot when asking his date to dance.
Touko: I don’t really know if she would go to something like that, when I think of Fukawa at a prom, “Carrie” comes to mind…. She might go just to stalk Byakuya, but I doubt she would dress up much for the occasion.
Sayaka: Sayaka would wake up at 6 AM to start getting ready for the dance, which is at like 6 PM or something. Primped and polished in a big puffy pink dress, she would be the girl crying in the bathroom because another girl wore the same dress.
Leon: Leon would be really handsome like unf, he’d probably wear a nice tuxedo, Spike his hair up as usual, and pick his date up in a really nice car. I feel like Leon would be the one to try to spike the punch, though.
Celestia: Celestia would hire a group of people to prep her for the dance, and maybe a group of guys to trail around her and attend to her every wish. She would don a big black ballgown, and the most exquisite jewelry she could get her hands on.
Sakura: Aoi would give Sakura a complete makeover, style her hair, put a dress on her, do her makeup. I feel like Sakura would be really uncomfortable with the whole thing, but since Aoi’s having fun, I doubt she’d really mind.
Aoi: Aoi would spend most of the prep time helping Sakura get ready, and then she would get dressed and do her hair herself. I could see Aoi having her hair in a simple bun, maybe a small tiara, and like Sayaka, a poofy dress. Aoi would take Sakura as her date regardless of whether or not she had a boyfriend / girlfriend.
Yasuhiro: Yasuhiro really wouldn’t prepare at all, and probably would be the one not allowed into the prom because he’s not wearing formal dress.
Edit: the reason why Mukuro is not included is because I feel that I do not know enough about her character/personality to write headcanons or imagines for her personally. The other mods may be able to do so c: I just don’t want to portray the character wrong ~ Mod Bunny
Mukuro: Having no experience whatsoever in formal things, Junko dresses her up as she sees fit. The Ultimate Soldier is pretty much her little doll, and Junko takes every opportunity to try out different styles. Mukuro ends up going to prom in a rather simple, pale aqua dress with a subtle flower of the same colour in her hair. Being of a rather shy nature, she spends prom accompanying Junko wherever she goes, diverting her gaze from others sheepishly for she feels pretty uncomfortable in such a feminine dress. ~ Mod Narii
Get primped and polished by the go to ladies if you want to change up your hairstyle, get some nail art or are just in need of pampering. The nail art salon, by artist Jessica Tong, is my go-to place for spiced up manicures. The décor and design of the space is super welcoming. At the front of the store there’s a mini retail shop with fun accessories and apparel. The friendly staff will make sure you leave feeling more glamorous than you’ve ever felt before.
Harry wrapped his hand around his coffee cup, mindful of the sleeping baby cradled in his arm, and padded around the concrete studio floor, with a camera over his shoulder. “Are you ready for your debut, little one?” he cooed down to chunky baby in his arms. He looked around at all of the different sets for the revamp of the ‘Story Of My Life’ video on its, a little later than ten year anniversary. While the concept for this video was a mirror image to the first, the five boys that had grown into men, and with those ten years, came a wave of new moments that had, thankfully, all been captured on film and emblazoned into shiny photo prints.
The studio was buzzing with activity, as five different sets were being put together and everyone was being fitted in wardrobe and primped and polished in hair and makeup. There was crew milling around, directing all of the family involved in this version of the video. He could hear the twins howling with laughter as Louis chased after them, and the scamper of little feet against the slick, sealed concrete. Harry winced, hearing their giggles and praying to a higher power that they wouldn’t fall and bang up their knees.
Hi so this is a bit different than my other imagines. It’s an AU (Alternate Universe) so it’s Dan but he’s not like Dan. Idk. I just got the idea and I went with it. yay for creative freedom.
warnings: language, violence, the feels
I walk hand in hand down the city streets with my boyfriend, Zach. We are on our way to a nice dinner with his boss, so I’m primped and
polished to be his arm candy while the men talk business. My lips, stained red
as blood, are pulled together into a scowl—I am resenting this dinner. Just like all the others, I will
sit quietly next to him, nodding when spoken to and smiling when the big man
makes a joke. I am just a prop, I am just an object. Zach brings me to these
meetings to give him credibility and it’s fucking degrading.
But the likelihood of me expressing my feelings towards them
are little to none. Who wants a girlfriend who always complains?
So, we walk down the deathly grey sidewalk, him telling me
how important this is for him, and me flashing him a week smile in acknowledgement.
We near a cluster of people, circling a street performer. The performer enthusiastically walks around the circle,
drawing people in. Zach and I decide to stop and watch, as we were early
“Welcome one and all,” said the man yelled, “I am here today
to show you what spectacular looks like.”
He is adorned head to toe in dark clothes, black as death. His
hair is swept over his face, but his dark eyes were visible even from where I
was standing. His tall figure was intimidating, yet mysterious and I was
immediately intrigued. His eyes meet mine for a split second, and I was so
startled I felt my hand drop from Zach’s.
The Man in Black, I call him in my thoughts, begins his show
by pulling three knives from his belt and juggling them. They jump and
dance off his hands and into the air. My heels lift off the ground to make
sure I could see everything. Next, he pulled out a target, and he threw each
knife at the bull’s-eye, like a gun right on target. My heartbeat was
accelerated just watching the spectacle.
“For my final trick, I will need a member from the
audience,” he began, looking around with an eyebrow raised. Nobody spoke.
“Anyone? How about you sir?” the Man in Black spoke, pointing to a young man to
his left. The man nodded his head, backing away.
“I’ll do it.”
Suddenly, everyone’s heads turned to me, and their concerned
eyes burned into me. My mind caught up to body, and I realized it was my mouth that spoke the words of
“Y/N What the fuck? You can’t go up there! The jackass
could kill you!” Zach yelled from next to me, but his voice sounded muffled and
No, my attention was focused on the extended hand and two
dark eyes inviting me up. Yet again, I felt my mind handicapped and my body
taking action, placing my hand in his.
“Very well, welcome to the show, Miss.” He said with a
laugh. Up-close, I noticed his features to be quite attractive, and his dark
nature turned playful almost. I felt his hands at my shoulders, positioning me
in front of the target, his face inches from mine.
“What’s your name, love?” he said, quiet enough for only I
“Y/N,” I choked out, my eyes locked on his.
“Do you trust me, Y/N?” he whispered, as we positioned an
apple atop my head.
“I-I don’t know,” I stuttered in fear.
“Well, you better start now.” He winked at me and I felt my
entire face flush. If I thought my heart was beating fast before, now to its
extreme. I saw the man in black introduce me to the crowd, but I heard nothing.
All I could hear was my heart beat and erratic breathing. My entire body felt
numb from adrenaline, but my hands shook at my sides.
“Are you ready, Y/N?” the Man in Black asks me, and nod my
head carefully, aware of the apple on top of my head.
He positions the knife aside his head, and his eyes lock
with mine. It seems as if the world has slowed down, my tunnel vision only
seeing on the pair of dark eyes twenty feet from me. Our eyes focused on each
other, neither blinking, afraid that if we did the other would vanish.
Then, in a split moment, the corner of his mouth lifted in a
smirk and he shot me a quick wink before the knife came hurtling at me. I felt
my eyes squeeze shut and my mouth release a shriek.
But as quick at the movement began, it had ended just as
The ringing in my ear subsided and the sound of applause arouse.
I slowly opened my eyes to see the Man in Black take a large, theatrical bow.
He gestures over to me, a signal for my bow. I simply wave, as a great smile
grew on my face. I felt myself giggling in excitement and I looked over at the
target, where the knife split into the trapped to target.
After the applause, people began to disperse and Zach came
running up to me. “Y/N! Are you fucking insane?! You could have been killed!
That could have been your head!” he screamed.
“But it wasn’t, I’m fine.”
“Come on, we are leaving. I can’t believe you would
embarrass me like that-“ he said, aggressively grabbing my arm. “Shit! Zach that hurts!” I yelled at him.
“Hey is there a problem here?” The Man in Black approached
us, appearing from nowhere. He looked at Zach, then to the hand connected to my
arm, and then to me. His eyes lingered on mine, and it seemed as if his playful
aura was lost.
“Get the fuck out of here.” Zach said, releasing me and
puffing his chest out at him.
“Hey, mate, I’m not looking for any trouble.”
“Well obviously you are, throwing knives at my girlfriend.”
“At least I wasn’t intentionally hurting her,” the Man in Black
said, cocking his head a bit and looking over at my hand rubbing my forearm. Zach follows his line of sight, and sees my hand rubbing my new bruise.
“Y/N, I didn’t mean to-“ he starts
I took a step away from him, “Zach, go home.”
After a few more pleads, he stubbornly walked off, probably
even to that fucking dinner. I looked around, wondering how the hell I will get
back to my flat.
“Are you alright?” I heard from the Man in Black say from
“I’ll be fine. Thank you, by the way.” I said.
“Come on.” He said, turning and walking away from me. I felt
myself running after him.
“Where are we going?” I said, falling into step with him.
“I’m going to give you a ride home.” He said, simply. Great,
I mean, not great. I don’t even know this guy. I could never get in a car with
“What did you say your name was again?” I asked.
“I never did, but its Dan.”
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kc + “The advertisement did not do you justice” au
Klaus fiddles with the settings
of his camera on autopilot, eyes sweeping around the studio where they’re
shooting the print ads for Burberry today.
Everything is laid out exactly
how he’d ordered it, from the red velvet couch down to the kraft table heaving
with model appropriate snacks. He always liked to be organised on his shoots,
found he worked better when everything was arranged in advance and he didn’t
have to worry about meeting last minute demands from spoilt supermodels.
Speaking of which, Caroline
Forbes was running late. Considered the current darling of the fashion world,
he’d not had a chance to work with her yet. He’d seen countless campaigns that
she’d shot, and had seen footage of her in action on the runway, but hadn’t
actually met her face to face.
He’s not sure what to expect.
Photographer friends of his that had worked
with her were quick to point out that she was a genuinely nice person, very
down to earth. That was rare enough in this industry, with the level of
entitlement that usually came along with getting paid upwards of $10,000 a day.
His assistant is glancing at her
phone, noting the time. They were scheduled to begin shooting in twenty
minutes, and Caroline still had to do hair and makeup which would take at least
half an hour.
The brief from Burberry had been
a natural look to compliment the classic pieces that Caroline would be
modelling today, but depending on how much makeup Caroline needed they could be
there for quite some time making sure each shot was perfect.
The door flies open suddenly as
his gaze is drawn towards the other side of the room. Caroline Forbes stands on
the threshold, slightly out of breath and dressed down in a simple leggings and
blouse combo that’s miles away from the couture that she usually models on the
runway. Despite the casual wear, there is a reason behind it, so her clothes
won’t leave any marks behind on her body should she have to show more skin than
She picks her way across the room
towards him, pausing in front of him. He certainly doesn’t miss the way she
gives him an appreciative once over, eyes lighting up with barely contained
“I’m so sorry I’m late, the
traffic was absolute hell getting here. I know that it’s not an excuse and it’s
very unprofessional of me, but I hope you won’t hold it against me too much.”
Caroline begins with a bright smile, holding out her hand to him. “It’s an
absolute pleasure to meet you Klaus; I’ve been dying to work with you for awhile
He’s struck dumb, barely able to
form a coherent answer in response as his assistant takes over for him, quickly
introducing herself and ushering Caroline over to the hair and makeup table,
where she’s immediately descended on by a team of three who primp and polish
her to absolute perfection.
Twenty minutes later she’s
striding out in front of the backdrop dressed in a sky high pair of heels, and
a camel coloured trench coat worn over a striped shirt. Her hair is
straightened, her crystalline eyes sharply defined with liner.
“Alright let’s do this.” She
calls, trying out a few positions quickly before draping herself over one of
the white cubes that he’d dumped into the set.
He moves into position, and they
He really wishes that he could
say that he remembered every second of his shoot with Caroline Forbes with
startling clarity, but in reality the whole thing passed in a blur.
You see the thing is when two
incredibly talented people at the top of their game are in a room together,
there’s a tendency to sink into a zone and just get it done.
Caroline it turned out, needed
very little direction, an absolute natural at the whole modelling thing as she
changes outfits every couple of shots and lets the hair and makeup people adjust
her look as required.
When he next looks at the clock
around three hours have passed and he would have amassed upwards of 500
photographs easily. He passes his memory card over to his assistant, who
immediately plugs it into the closest computer and begins pulling the
photograph’s up on the flat screen monitor.
They’ll pick the best six
photographs to send to the client, who will then give the final sign off before
they begin resizing for print.
“Do you mind if I have a look?” A
soft voice next to him forces him to turn, his body accommodating Caroline’s as
she slips in beside him, staring at the screen in front of her with a strange
look on her face. “It’s always strange to see myself so made up.”
She’s changed again, into jeans
and a leather jacket, makeup noticeably lighter than what it had been during
their shoot. Despite the stripped down look, she still looked positively
The advertisements and the runway
shows certainly hadn’t done her justice at all.
He studies her for a long moment
before clearing his throat, turning his own gaze back to the screen. It’s so
tempting to ask her out for a drink, but he’s punching way above his weight
here and there’s no chance in hell that she’d ever say yes to someone like him.
“I like that one.” Caroline
points to a particularly playful shot of her mid laugh, head thrown back and
hair falling down her back.
“I do as well. I can send you a
copy if you’d like? For your portfolio?” He phrases it like a question, unsure
if Caroline even has to present a portfolio for jobs anymore considering how in
demand she is.
“That would be fantastic,
thanks.” She flashes him a grin, the silence stretching out between them for a
moment. He coughs into his hand a little awkwardly. Caroline shifts from one
foot to another with a soft smile on her face.
“It was really lovely working
with you Klaus. I hope we get to do so in the future.” Caroline says softly.
“You were fantastic for the
record sweetheart. Probably the easiest shoot I’ve done in a long time. The
advertisements don’t do you justice.”
Shit. Shit. He just said that out loud.
An amused smile plays at
Caroline’s lips for only a moment.
“I’m glad you think so. Are you
doing anything right now? I could really use a drink after today.” Caroline
remarks bluntly as he blinks back at her in surprise.
Did she just ask him out?
He chances a glance over at the
digital team, who are all very much pretending like they aren’t hearing what is
unfolding right in front of their very eyes.
See the thing is, Klaus knew he
was good looking. And he knew that his good looks paired with his accent were a
winning combination where women were concerned. And this wasn’t the first time
that he’d been asked out by one of the models that he’d shot, but he’d always
refused them for the sake of professionalism.
He didn’t want to garner a
reputation for sleeping his way around the industry. And a part of him wanted
to spare Caroline from that as well, but he was far too selfish to say no to
“I think I have a few hours free
sweetheart. Let me just pack up and then we can get going.”
Caroline seems content to wait
for him patiently, and he really has to wonder just what the hell he’s getting