Okay but what if we had designer!reader and model!ghost?????? Love your writing ❤️
first of: THANK YOU SO MUCH!! and second of: HOW DO Y’ALL COME UP WITH THOSE COOL IDEAS???
but your wish is my command hehe…
i think model!ghost would be kinda hard to work with, y’know? always demanding perfection but barely speaking; his gaze hard and judging (🤭😨).
but—here comes the but—designer!reader meets exactly that!
seconds before he’s supposed to be on the runway they be like: “simon, no; come back! i need to change this!” and then they’ll stitch and maybe cut around on his outfit like a madman.
at first he’s confused and irritated; he’s never worked with someone that met his standard; so he’s very distant when they first meet but when he realizes he and reader are quite the same he starts to warm up.
“d’nt y’think we could change this up a bit?” he mumbles, looking down ag himself, frowning. “the sleeves look a bit-“ before he can finish reader is already standing in front of him, fumbling with the sleeves of his suit.
“yeah, you’re right. they look too loose.” they pause for a second before they hurry over to their desk to get the supplies. “gimme just a second and i’ll fix it,” they promise.
“y’stressin’ t’much,” he calmly retorts one day when reader once again fusses over him last minute.
“you demand perfection,” they only mumble a hurried reply, fixing a loose thread. “at least that’s what i’ve been told.” they’re so focused on their job that they don’t notice ghost’s eyes widen.
“y’perfection. why would i demand more?” he then asks, looking down at reader; just in moment to see them halt and blush. “y’stressin’ t’much,” he says again, this time much calmer.
he lifts his arms to carefully push reader away. “the fit’s good. y’did good work. why fussin’ all over me?” he tilts his head, slightly smiling.
reader just takes a deep breath and sighs. “i’ve been warned about you when i first started working with you…” they avoid his gaze. “they told me i wouldn’t last two days because you’re so…harsh on the designers you work with. that’s why i’m fussing over you the whole time. i don’t want to disappoint you, okay?”
ghost quietly nods along, his eyes searching for readers. “y’d’nt disappoint me,” he says, his voice deep and calm, almost soothing to readers heart. “y’perfect, i couldn’t ask f’r anyone better than you.”
“now, that’s a lie,” they laugh but ghost just cups their face and makes them look at him.
“would i ever lie t’you?” reader shakes their head, gulping. “that’s right. i mean what i say.” his eyes are piercing through reader and they feel like he’s staring straight into their soul…
“now y’ll sit down ‘nd relax while i run that silly show.” he guides then towards the little couch in his dressing room, gently pushing them down. “‘nh when i’m done we’ll get s’me food. understand?”
reader only nods again, completely at a loss of words. they’ve never been taken care of like right now…
they shouldn’t get used to it. but…maybe they want to…
