Idk if ur taking prompts but if you are could you write a Dreaden photographer/Model AU? Ur Dreaden fics give me life!!
Braeden was not in themood to work today.
She was tired of snobbymodels and actors demanding impossible things on her set. She started outloving her job, but after six years of being treated like garbage she was overit.
She was shooting for avery pricey jean company that no regular person could afford, which meant shewas shooting with a high end model sheâd only heard of. Derek Hale. She knewwhat he looked like but she never really lookedat him. When he walked onto the set hands dug deep into his pockets andsunglasses on, she could already tell he was a douchebag. She didnât even haveto look at him twice.
âDerek! Hi how are you?âPeople greeted him left and right, Braeden sat on her chair and didnât botherlooking up until someone called her name.
âThis is your photographertoday Derek, her name is Braeden Wilks.â Derek stuck his hand out to shakehers, she took it weakly then pulled back.
âIâve seen a lot of yourwork, I cant wait to work with you.â Derek smiled at her, removing hissunglasses, she let out a light âmhm.âAnd went back to picking at her nails.
âOkay, well Derek letâsget you into wardrobe.â Derekâs manager ushered him away and Braeden could feeleyes on the side of her face, she didnât bother looking up though.
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âCan we get your thumbsthrough the belt loops Derek, head up, look straight at the ceiling.â Braedendirected from a far, taking several photos in a short time. She watched thestretch of his neck, the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, the clenchof his jaw. She was staring for a while before Derek looked down, noticing she wasnâttaking anymore pictures.
He rose an eyebrow ather.
âUh, how do you want me?âHe asked, Braeden didnât look him in the eye, instead scrolled through pictureson the camera.
âLetâs get you uh-â
âShirt off.â His managersuggested from the other side of the room. Braeden didnât really want torequest it, but she knew itâd come up with shoots like these, it was less aboutjeans and more about sex.
âYeah, shirt off buthold onto it.â She added, bringing the camera up to her eye.
He held onto the bottomof his shirt and pulled it off slowly, Braeden took a couple pictures as hedid.
âHold it over yourshoulder but turn your back to be please.â
They took a couple morephotos like that, she wanted it to be over now. She didnât want to get caughtlooking at his bare chest, âcause even though it was her job and she did itoften, for some reason it felt wrongthis time.
âUh.â She bit her lipthinking, Derek looked over his shoulder but didnât move anything else.
âShould I turn around?âHe turned before she got the chance to answer.
She cleared her throat,her cheeks getting a little hot.
She pulled the camera upto her eye and gave him no direction. He started posing on his own and she tookas many as she could, but she couldnât help but focus on his chest, his abs,god, his arms.
âCan we take five?â Sheyelled to the room, she left the set without waiting for a response and went tograb a bottle of water.
âIs everything okay?â Hewas so close to her she could feel his breath, warm and gentle on her neck. Shejumped.
âEverythings fine I justneeded water.â
âYou looked a littleuncomfortable.â
âJust tired, why donât youworry about your job and I worry about mine?â
âFine.â He walked pasther and to a chair where he pulled out his phone and continued ignoringeverything happening around him.
The rest of the short whenby awkwardly, Derek forced his smile and Braeden took the pictures, as soon aseverything was done, Derek left without so much as a word. Typical.
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About a month and a halflater Braeden was at her favorite quiet coffee shop a good 45 minutes fromwhere she lived. She loved it though so sheâd drive there atleast 4 times aweek to bask in the silence and calmness that nowhere else is LA had. Sheflipped through a magazine while sipping her vanilla flavoured coffee toppedwith whipped cream and chocolate powder. She hated coffee. But this wasdelicious.
âThat is not coffee.â A familiar voice crept into the seat across fromher and she didnât bother looking up.
âWhy donât you mind yourown coffee and ill mind mine.â
âI think the photos youtook are in that magazine.â Derek added, taking a sip of his disgusting, blandyet bitter coffee.
âProbably. Donât care.â
âOkay what is yourproblem?â He snapped, dropping his coffee cup onto the table.
âWhat are you talkingabout?â
âWhy are you so damnrude? Ive been nothing but nice to you.â
âNobody asked you to benice to me.â
He sighed.
âYeah, youâre right.â Hegot up then and a pang of guilt his Braedens chest, without realizing it, shetold him to wait.
âIm sorry Derek.â He satback down.
âFor?â
She groaned at him andcrossed her arms, looking unamused.
âOkay.â He got up again.
âFor being such a bitch!I had no reason okay, Im sorry. Im just a miserable person.â
âWhy?â
âBecause when you takepictures of snobby ass evil models for six years you kind of get sick of beingnice when people donât deserve it.â
âI donât deserve it?â Hepouted a little bit.
âNo im not saying that itsjust-â
She didnât have anythingto say so she just let the sentence hang there.
âWell, I have to getgoing but-â
He took a pen out of hispocket and scribbled his number down onto the magazine she was reading.
âIf you ever want togive an evil model a chance give me a call?â
He didnât wait for herto answer before jogging out of the coffee shop, leaving his pen behind.Braeden scoffed and turned the page of her magazine just to see the ad forthose ridiculously expensive jeans. Derek on the front, back turned, shirt inhis hand and looking over his shoulder. The bottom of the ad read
âTake this as a sign.â
She rolled her eyes andflipped back to where Derek wrote his number.
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