Richard’s office in Manhattan looked more like an art gallery than a modeling agency. Marble floors, high windows, photographs of models who seemed sculpted by gods themselves. At fifty-two, Richard was the man every brand in New York trusted because when they asked for the perfect model, he always delivered. What they didn’t know was the truth: Richard could reshape bodies, molding them into whatever form the client needed.
This week, the luxury underwear brand Brifkeis needed someone new, fresh, and devastatingly photogenic. Richard’s eyes had already landed on Christopher. At twenty-six, Chris had been with the agency for just over a year. He was a sweet guy, hardworking, but so far he’d only landed background gigs. He wasn’t the type who turned heads, at least not yet.
“Chris,” Richard said, waving him into the office. “You’ve been chosen for the Brifkeis shoot.”
Chris blinked, caught between excitement and confusion. “Me? I mean, are you sure? Don’t they want someone more…” He gestured down at his hoodie, his slightly rumpled clothes, the extra softness around his midsection.
Richard smiled knowingly. “Trust me. You’re exactly what they’re looking for.”
What Chris didn’t know was that Richard had a special ability to get him shoot ready. With a simple touch, Richard’s hand settling on his shoulder, Chris felt a strange warmth ripple through his body. His hoodie tightened, then loosened. His breath caught. He stumbled forward, grabbing the edge of Richard’s desk as his arms began to stretch, his chest pushing outward, thickening, defining. His stomach flattened, then hardened, ridges forming into a perfect six-pack. His thighs swelled with new muscle, his posture rising taller, stronger.
Chris gasped and looked at his reflection in the office mirror. Staring back was not the man who’d walked in wearing a jersey and hoodie, but a perfectly sculpted model. Lean waist, broad shoulders, underwear-ready physique. His skin gleamed under the lights, his jawline sharp, his body radiating youthful virility.
“What the hell…” he whispered, running a hand down the ridges of his newly acquired abs.
Richard’s voice was calm, almost fatherly. “This is who you’ll be for the shoot. Consider it… an upgrade. But remember, this secret doesn’t leave this office. Not ever.”
Chris turned, still in awe, flexing an arm and feeling the raw strength coil under his skin. His nerves were gone, replaced with a thrill he couldn’t quite describe. For the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged in front of a camera.
“Now,” Richard said, with a satisfied smile. “Let’s get you fitted into those Brifkeis briefs. The world’s about to meet Christopher, the model.”
hiii! I was wondering if you could please do a fic where Charles is dating a tall reader kinda like Tom and Zendaya's relationship
Hi! So Tom and Zendaya have a two inch difference, I can definitely make Charles date like a 6’1 reader, I was debating whether or not to make her a model so she can take advantage of her height. So I made her model for the same agency as Kika and she met Charles through Kika.
Model Behavior
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Tall! Reader
Summary: Charles is obsessed with his girlfriend
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: i Don’t really follow “Tomdaya” like that But from what i see on TikTok, Tom is Zendaya’s biggest fan so let’s see how this turns out. Also sorry for the late response! I have not been sleeping well lately, let me tell you. Don’t know if this is what you wanted…
Kika and Y/N were doing a photo shoot for the Miss Dior perfume, they were in hair and makeup.
“Oh just FYI, my boyfriend and his friends are coming on the shoot.” Kika said as the makeup artist was doing her eyebrows.
“Oh that’s cool, I finally get to meet your F1 boyfriend. Why are they coming over though?” Y/N asked.
“Pierre said that he doesn’t have a race this weekend so he is free for today and he invited Charles with him because they’re doing something later.” Kika responded after checking her texts.
“Cool, cool, how’s my blowout looking, Dana?” Y/N asked her hairstylist
“It’s looking good, mama.” Dana said.
“You sure?” Y/N asked. (Personally, as someone with 2C/3A curls, I get paranoid when it comes to blowouts. Not to mention pin straight hair, I think it looks awful on me)
“Yes I’m sure." Dana replied, putting rollers in Y/N's hair to have that voluminous 90s blowout look. Kika and Y/N were sipping their smoothies that they got earlier when Kika's eyes were covered.
"Guess who." The frenchman said. Kika took his hands off her eyes and turned her head.
"Pierre, querido, hi!" Kika got up from her chair to hug him. When he separated from him, she saw Charles. "Charles, can't believe you're here." She hugged him as well. "Oh, this is my friend and coworker, Y/N." Kika introduced Y/N to the F1 drivers and Y/N got up from her chair.
"It is nice to meet you guys." Y/N said, hugging the boys as well. Charles was in awe of Y/N, not because she was taller than him, but because she was so beautiful, so ethereal, basically a walking angel. He wouldn't be surprised if she was a Victoria's Secret Angel as well.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Pierre, this is my friend Charles." Pierre said, patting Charles on the back, he just waved.
“Oh Charles, congratulations on your home race win, that must have been exciting, right?” Y/N asked.
“You Watch Formula 1?” Charles asked, finally getting the nerve to speak.
“Oh yeah, big Ferrari fan too.” Y/N commented and Charles smiled.
“Hey, we should all go out to eat when the shoot is done.” Kika suggested, looking between charles and Y/N.
“Sounds great.” Charles said.
“But we’re supposed to…” Pierre was interrupted by Kika dragging him away. “What.”
“Querido, It’s obvious Charles likes Y/N and she likes him too, let’s just do a little double date and see if Charles asks her out himself.” Kika explained to her boyfriend.
“Okay fine, but you have to pay me back for paintball.” Pierre said and Kika rolled her eyes.
“Yeah i know, bebé.” Kika said and she walked back to Charles and Y/N, who were still talking to each other. Kika was going to say something when Dana came back.
“Y/N, time to take those rollers out. Kika, you’re needed on set.” Dana said, taking out Y/N’s rollers and brushing out the Dyson curls.
“Oh yeah, I’ll talk to you later.” Kika said to Y/N. They took some pictures with Kika, then pictures with Y/N, and then there were some, photos taken with Kika and Y/N together. The shoot took about 2 hours and Charles was just watching in awe, seeing how Y/N posed and how the photos turned out in the monitor, she truly was beautiful.
“That’s a wrap everyone! Kika, Y/N, good work girls, I’ll see you on the runway.” The guy in charge said. Kika and Y/N thanked the man and changed back to their usual clothes before leaving with Pierre and Charles.
The 4 of them went out to eat and they had a great time. At the end of the night, Charles managed to ask Y/N out on a proper date and she said yes. They have been dating for a few months and Charles couldn’t be a better boyfriend.
Charles took videos of Y/N walking the runway, behind the scenes photos of Y/N getting ready, posted them to his instagram grid and story. He is so proud of her, he was standing up whenever Y/N walked out, clapping, cheering, being Y/N’s biggest fan.
“You were spectacular out there, mon coeur.” Charles said, getting on his tiptoes to kiss her cheek. Y/N was wearing heels so now she was 5 inches taller than him.
“Thank you, baby.” Y/N said. When they were walking outside the venue, paparazzi started taking photos of them. They made it to his car and Y/N saw Charles’s instagram. “Aww, thank you, Charles, you’re the best.” Y/N kisses him before he started the car. They made it to Charles apartment and Y/N was getting ready for bed.
“You are so beautiful, Mon coeur.” Charles said, looking at Y/N removing her runway makeup.
“You don’t have to keep saying that, you know.” Y/N said.
“But it’s true. I am so lucky to have you, my whole following thinks so too.” Charles said before kissing her. “You coming to the Grand Prix next weekend?”
“Yep! I Don’t have any photo shoots to do that weekend so I’m going to support you and Carlos.” Y/N said.
“Perfect, I love you.” Charles said, kissing her again.
“I love you too, babe. Goodnight.” Y/N said, they got into bed and cuddled until they slept.
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charles_leclerc Milan Fashion Week (spring-summer 2025) with yourusername, she was amazing as always, so proud of my beautiful girlfriend, she’ll be on billboards in no time.
User27 I thought it was an Y/N fan account at first, but it was just Charles simping for his girlfriend 😂
User 32 Y/N is so beautiful 😍 how did Charles bag a baddie like her
charles_Leclerc guess im just lucky
User 23 imagine having your boyfriend dedicating a post to you. They are such an adorable couple
User 45 Y/N dedicates posts to him too whenever she’s at a Grand Prix, they are so perfect for each other
User 61 girl, they’ve been dating for 3 months, relax
User 45 but they’re so cute 🥰
The End
Hope y’all liked it! Also, just a little experiment, if you follow me, comment why, thank you!
@foxymopar kindly gave me some inspiration today, and I had ongodly long commute to and back from work.
so let's take a quick visit to Model Behavior Kanthony.
“Anthony! Anthony! Over here”, the gaggle of photographers call out.
He instinctively plays with his hair, now a bit longer, a result from a 7 month break, a knowledge that he’ll soon buzz cut it for a role, and most importantly, because she’s admitted that she loves his hair this length.
The photographers happily cheer on him, and he changes his pose once again, hands on his pockets, a smirk on his lips.
“One more?” they ask.
Anthony turns his head, to where Daphne is standing, his hand reaching out for her, come on he mouths.
Daphne smirks, but then goes to meet him on the carpet, the photographers cheering on them.
“Thank you”, he whispers to her.
“Well I am your second favorite date. This is the least I can do.”
“Funny. You’re very funny”, Anthony says, though his smile turns into a laugh, Daphne joining him.
He thanks the photographers and the two walk away, “they missed you”, she notes.
Anthony chuckles, “They got their fix, where to now?”
“British Vogue and we’re done”.
“Let’s go”, turning around to the carpet, “do you know if they’re close?”
“What did Kate tell you?”
“That I’d know when she got here”, he mutters.
“So be patient, and present”.
“Ugh fine. Where’s British Vogue?”
“Right over there”, Daphne points.
Anthony is asking a question from the reporter when he hears it, the photographers calling out her name.
He turns his head toward the carpet, catches the back of Henry’s head as he fixes something, and walks away.
And then, then he saw her.
Just as beautiful as she was when she woke up that morning, just as beautiful as she was when pressed a kiss on his lips before she left to go get ready at a hotel.
Her waves soft, her smile bright. Her skin, golden in the sun. The dress, a bright pink one shoulder. He knew she’d be in pink, she specifically chose his boutonniere, telling him it was a clue.
“Oh looks like Kate Sharma just arrived”, the reporter says.
Sharma Bridgerton next week, Anthony thinks to himself.
“Yeah, can’t really miss her can we”, Anthony jokes, thanks the reporter and walks away.
“You didn’t even answer her final question”, Daphne notes.
“Oh, oops?”
“Unhinged”
“I prefer madly in love thank you very much”.
“Come on, we’ll catch them inside”.
“Yeah, I’m coming”, Anthon says, raising his hand for Daphne to hold.
He turns around, to catch another look, just in time to lock his eyes with Kate’s, for her to send a wink that the photographers think are for them, but he knows it for him.
I love you he manages to mouth, forgetting that there are photographers everywhere, hundreds of people with their phones open directly at the carpet they’re both standing on.
And when she uses her left hand, the engagement ring bright and sparkling on her finger, to tap on her heart, a motion she’s taken to signal to him, he doesn’t care if someone is watching, or if someone is recording. For him, at that moment, it’s only the two of them. And that’s all that matters.
and for those who want to meet (and re-meet) these two:
Harry Styles song S2 weight loss got me in so much of a chokehold it’s inspiring me to update Model Behavior after 5 years…..anyone still alive in the criminal minds fandom lol
