#model reader

[luvv4maddie]

He thinks he’s my type..(He is)

| Lando Norris x Reader.

- Pairing: Lando Norris x ModelFem!Reader. - Warnings: Swearing,Sexual Jokes and a bunch of fluff. - Summary: Ever since going public with your f1 driver boyfriend Lando. Fans still can’t wrap their heads around how you picked him..Well neither can he. But nothing will stop him from showing everyone you are his under your posts.

- Face Claim: Miss Bella fucking Hadid. (Icon) - All photos can be found on pintrest! Not trying to steal anything.

- Note: Another Smau can you tell I’m obsessed with these..? This may be kinda similar to the last one. Spelling isn’t the best! (We all know that). I did get a little carried away…

Thank you to everyone for the support! Enjoy my love.

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| BritishVogue. ✔︎

Liked by:Ynusername,McLaren,Georgerussell63 and 3.1M others.

Caption: The pleasure of having @LandoNorris ✔︎ to join us for a very exciting shoot!

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| McLaren ✔︎: Looking good as always.👏 > User8: The first true thing McLaren has said all year..

| Papayaloverr: I’m actually going crazy how does he look so GOOD.

| Ynusername ✔︎: My man is so fine I’m going into cardiac arrest help. > MaxFewtrell ✔︎: Should I send help..?

| F1Fanforever: What have they done to his gorgeous curls…😯 > ynfanpage: THE WOMEN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK.

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| YSL SAINT LAURENT. ✔︎

Liked by:LandoNorris,Lillymhe,Redbullracing and 2.7M others.

Caption: Ladies and gentlemen she is the moment @Ynusername ✔︎ Rocking our new exclusive Ysl bag.

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| AlexConsani ✔︎: Mother is mothering period.

| AmeliaGray ✔︎: When is she not severing because ate down. 🙌

| LandoNorris ✔︎: FUCK THE BAG,LOOK AT MY WIFE???? > Oscarpiastri ✔︎: Mate calm down.. > LandoNorris ✔︎: my wife is so hot and sexy I’m on all fours atm.

| Yndiehardstan: SHE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD OMG.

| User10: YN FANS HOW ARE WE DOING..? > User48: I’ve had ten heart attacks,ten strokes and ten asthma attacks.

| User44: BYEE NOT REDBULL BEING MESSY 😭

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| LandoNorris. ✔︎

Liked by:Ynusername,Oscarpiastri,MaxFewtrell and 740K others.

Caption: Working extra hard for race weekend for that p1 babyyy 🤝

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| Ynusername ✔︎: I’d let him bite my ankles. > Oscarpiastri ✔︎: okay I’m fucking concerned.

| CharlesLeclerc ✔︎: LANDO WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPIONS I SAID -Hearted by creator.

| KeeganPalmer ✔︎: Let’s go landooo.

| Ynusername ✔︎: rail me extra hard PLEASE 🙏 > Riabish ✔︎: I think you may have forgot to switch accounts..? > Ynusername ✔︎: Well this uhm..Awkward..!

| Mclarenloverrr99: HELLO THE VEINS? THE JAW? > User33: he can push into oncoming traffic and I’d still be happy.

| Ynusername ✔︎: choke me. > LandoNorris ✔︎: Gladly.

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| Ynusername. ✔︎

Liked by:AmeliaGray,LandoNorris,FlavyBarla and 1.5M others.

Caption: Nothing better than the feeling of closing the one and only Victoria Secret Fashion show.❤️‍🔥

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| YasminWijaldum ✔︎: Red is definitely your colour beautiful! 🔥 -Hearted by creator.

| LandoNorris ✔︎: And the crowd is switching their phones to their left hands…? > Oscarpiastri ✔︎: im disgusted..Pack it up mate > LandoNorris ✔︎: hope you crash…!

| Ynnumber1fan: MOMMY? SORRY? WOOF WOOF. > User56: only correct way to react to yn posts.

| Iloveln4: LANDO CANT HANDLE ALL OF THAT. > Riabish ✔︎: Let’s all just fight Lando he won’t win.

| LandoNorris ✔︎: THATS MY WIFE RIGHT THERE. MINE. ALL MINE. -Hearted by creator.

| Adrianalima ✔︎: Seeing you walk was unreal!! 🤩

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| LandoNorris. ✔︎

Liked by:Ynusername,McLaren,Oscarpiastri and 4.3M others

Caption: P1 babyy. Never been more proud of myself and the massive thanks to everyone who’s supported me.

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| McLaren ✔︎: Well done Lando!

| Carlossainz55 ✔︎: congratulations brother well deserved 👍

| CharlesLeclerc ✔︎: this is war. > LandoNorris ✔︎: what the fuck…?

| MaxFewtrell ✔︎: You won because I was your lucky charm! > Ynusername ✔︎: Bitch it’s on sight.

| Ynusername ✔︎: So forever proud of you my love. You did amazing out there as always! > LandoNorris ✔︎: couldn’t have done it without you by my side gorgeous. > MaxFewtrell ✔︎: Okay so I see how it is.

| Landonorrislover: SEEING HIM WIN WAS SO UGHHH WELL DONE LANDOO.

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| Ynusername. ✔︎

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Caption: Behind the scenes for a little upcoming shoot..🤐

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| AlexandraSaintMluex ✔︎: Can’t wait to see you again! -Hearted by creator.

| Pietra.Pilao: Stunning girl!

| Ynandlandoship: Uhmm why is their rumours that Lando and yn broke up..? > User59: OMG NOOO. AND HE HASNT LIKED OR COMMENTED ON HER POST.

| MarcJacobs ✔︎: Can’t wait! -Hearted by creator.

| User25: PLEASE DONT TELL ME YOU AND LANDO BROKE UP.

| Ynlefttoe: if you and Lando have broken up I will die. > User99: Be so fr he wasn’t even in her league. > Ilovelandonorris: girl please they were in eachother league. Jealous much.

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| LandoNorris. ✔︎

Liked by:Ynusername,MaxFewtrell and 1.2M others.

Captions: No me and my amazing wife have not broken up don’t even know where that came from because I will be fighting the person who made it up..@Ynusername ✔︎

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| Ynusername ✔︎: I love you muppet BUT THAT FIRST PICTURE OF ME.

| MaxFewtrell ✔︎: Cute I guess..

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| Ynusername ✔︎

Liked by: LandoNorris,GabiMoura,LilaMoss and 1.1M others.

Caption: Just because my handsome husband doesn’t like my post doesn’t mean we’re broken up and we never will. I love my stupid muppet he’s pretty cute isn’t he @LandoNorris ✔︎

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| LandoNorris ✔︎: WHY HAVE YOU MUGGED ME OFF. > Ynusername ✔︎: ..oops..? > LandoNorris ✔︎: Your lucky I love you.

| Oscarpiastri ✔︎: I’m never going to let him live the second picture down.

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I GOT SOOOO CARRIED AWAYYY BUT AT THE MOMENT I LOVE DOING SMAU’S. Some spelling and swords may be off! But idk if this is good..I HATE TUMBLR FOR MESSING UP THE QUALITY ON THE PICS.

Also if anyone has idea or requests that would be lovely!

I hope you enjoyed! 🩵

[jungbaeisdead]

The Model of the Family

batfam x batsis! reader

part 1, 2, 3

You were the third oldest Wayne, and the first biological one.

Dick. Jason. You. Cassandra. Tim. Duke. Stephanie. Damian.

Which meant you were old enough that everyone expected you to eventually join Wayne Enterprises, become a full-time vigilante, or take over one of Bruce’s many businesses.

No one—not even Alfred—had “international supermodel” on their bingo card.

It all started because Alfred had asked you to stop by the grocery store after patrol.

You were wearing one of Jason’s hoodies, leggings, messy hair, glasses, and sneakers. Absolutely nothing glamorous.

You had a basket hooked over your arm while debating whether Alfred would notice if you bought the expensive pasta instead of the cheap one.

While you were reading labels, someone stopped beside you.

“Excuse me.”

You looked over.

Standing there was a man in a navy suit, holding a leather portfolio.

You immediately assumed he’d mistaken you for an employee.

“Sorry, I don’t work here.”

He smiled.

“No, I know.”

He reached into his pocket and handed you a sleek black business card.

“I’m a talent scout.”

“…”

“…For what?”

“Modeling.”

Silence.

You looked at the card.

Then back at him.

Then back at the card.

“I’m in sweatpants.”

“I know.”

“My hair looks a mess.”

“I know.”

“I have dark circles.”

“I know.”

“…Are you sure?”

He laughed.

“Very.”

He explained that agencies were constantly looking for unique faces—not just people who were already dressed up.

He told you that your facial structure, height, posture, and the way you naturally carried yourself immediately stood out.

“If you’re interested, come in for a test shoot.”

Then…

He simply walked away.

You got home that afternoon, tossed the grocery bags onto the kitchen island, and casually slid the card across the counter.

“Some random guy gave me this.”

Jason picked it up.

“…Congratulations.”

Everyone looked at him.

“You’ve either been recruited into modeling…”

He flipped the card over.

“…or a cult.”

Dick smacked the back of his head.

“JASON!”

“What? You have to consider all possibilities.”

Tim was already typing on his laptop.

“It’s a real agency.”

Everyone turned.

“It’s one of the biggest modeling agencies in the country.”

Bruce looked over his newspaper.

“…It is.”

Stephanie blinked.

“…Wait.”

Cass tilted her head.

“…Seriously?”

Bruce took the card, studied it for a moment, and quietly said,

“They don’t hand these out often.”

“Fuck! I’m special.”

“Language, Lady Name.” Alfred said sternly at the stovetop.

jungbaes note: the age order is how I think it is, after Jason I start eye balling it.

another note: im begging someone send me some requests, the worst thing i can say is ‘no.’ PLEASE THE ONLY THING I DONTS WRITES IS SMUT

[elleist]

ᝰ.ᐟ 20th Century Girl ' Michael Jackson

This is a Michael Jackson x Renowned Model! Reader. Reader is described to be feminine. Slightly Intense Michael, Bad Era, Dior Fall/Winter 1988-89' Collection. Height of his career. Plot, but not completely detailed. Star-Struck/crushing Michael, budding "first-sight" romance. Hardcore Slow-Burn, He's infatuated with you. . . slightly inaccurate (Michael never went to runways) , but let's pretend you caught his interest enough for him to go. NO Y/N USED. Link to Part 2 will be below the word count.

Word Count: 1,384

𓂃۶ৎ Part 2 : 20th Century Girl.

A/N: Watched the Michael Jackson movie pre-release in theatres, and somehow I'm still late to the party. Hope you enjoy a bit of an intense, crushing Michael being thoroughly enamored with your sultry mannerisms. | I've always loved high-fashion, so why not make Michael love it too? And you, of course.

Michael wasn't the type to attend things like runways and fashion shows. He never truly understood the intense enthusiasm surrounding them, and why people constantly itched to grab front row seats to the next designer showing. It's not as if he hated fashion, he just wasn't the fashion show type.

Until, he became aware of you.

It hit him like a relentless train on tracks. Watching you on the television, cat-walking the Dior Haute Couture of 1988. What was the dress called again? The Blue Tafetta Gown? God, he could barely say the word out loud himself considering it was said in French. Even so, it didn't matter to him. What mattered was how eye-catching you looked in it.

He hadn't been paying too much attention to the television, sitting at the hotel desk in his room in order to think of the ensemble for his show in the Parc des Princes. But when he saw you flash on screen in the strikingly blue, fluorescent gown—his mind came to a stop. He stood up from his seat, compelled to the screen as his arms crossed, staring at the camera working up from your heeled silver feet, all the way to your painted face.

Your skin popped against the bright blue of the dress, hips swaying with overwhelming pride as you were bombarded with the sparkling flashes of dozens of cameras. Your hair color bloomed under the runway lights, crimson lips flashing pearly whites that could charm a statue into crawling for you.

You stopped at the edge, twirling for the crowd in front of you—for him unknowingly. You blew a kiss to the onlookers, and made way for the next model as you returned to the back of the stage.

You lingered in his mind for ages after that.

When he wasn't dazzling thousands upon thousands of fans around Paris, his mind focused solely on you. Your looks, your charisma— it struck something so deep, so carnal, that it even frightened him. He'd grab whatever fashion magazine he could when he was out in public, turning to stare at the page dedicated to you like a child yearning for the toy catalog, the 20th Century Girl. He'd glance at whatever billboard you were displayed on with your body contorted into the most unfathomably pleasing positions, finding himself lingering for far too long as he had to be tugged along by Bill.

"Didn't know you were into models all of a sudden, Mike." He retorted, shoving a cap down over the others brow.

"I'm not Bill." He looked at him through his aviators, a smile flashing on his face as he briefly licked his lip. "I've just, never seen a figure like that. She's gorgeous. More than gorgeous, I just—" He huffed, shaking his head as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "I've got to see her."

Bills brow rose. ". . . Who?"

Michael let out a soft laugh, turning his head over his shoulder to look back briefly at the billboard they were growing farther away from. "The 20th Century Girl. You know, that model?"

Bill let out a hum. "Ah, her. I mean, I've got no say in what your schedule is, but you do have a day left in Paris. Go see the runway."

Michael couldn't bring himself to give a verbal response, opting to nod instead as he kept up his pace.

Go see her. His words lingered.

Upon reaching the hotel entrance, a great wall of paparazzi surrounded the two as the flickering flashes glimmered against him. He squeezed through the crowd, smiling as he waved and remembered the first time he watched you on that runway on the TV.

Maybe he would.

Your co-workers whispered around you. Your stylist tenderly placing product in your hair, while your make-up artist swiped the fluffy bristles of the brush against your now flushed cheeks.

'He's here. . . who? . . . Michael . . . Michael?. . . Michael Jackson.'

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of such a name, glancing at your stylist through the mirror, who had already been sharing the same sentiment. Her brows rose, a smile coming onto her rosy lips as she tucked a loose, blonde strand behind her ear, continuing to work your hair. "Well well well, looks like you managed to drag some royal court out here." She joked, covering your forehead with the edge of her hand as she sprayed the final touches.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, lips parting and back straightening as the iconic Dior bullet was dragged across your freshly moisturized lips. You stared at yourself, meeting your own fiery gaze as the MUA backed away.

"Have you seen me? Of course I did." Your charming smile spread across your colored lips, standing up as you were led by your stylist to the clothing rack.

She quickly unraveled the gown from the protective covering, the main piece of the night; The Mystère.

It would be what solidified your modeling legacy, making you into a household name. Not only that, but the Michael Jackson was here to be a part of that.

You could barely contain your girlish excitement as you were squeezed into the floral ensemble, countless of assistants helping to fluff out and smoothen the fabric where it was needed. Once the lights dimmed, and the music began, you knew it was your time.

Model after model lined down the runway, showing off the eccentric and modern designs by the one and only Gianfranco Ferré. Warm lights reflected off striking fabrics, and camera flashes made everyone's skin pop with adrenaline.

But he was waiting. He only came here for one thing, for you. He had to see you with his own eyes, smell the perfume you wore as you walked past him, and listen to the sound of your powerful heels against the walkway.

As the flow of models seemed to stop, he knew.

It was you.

Cameras barely gave you the opportunity to come out, your path blinded by the barrage of flashing lights. But you knew the walkway like the back of your hand, owned it as if it was your own child. You emerged from the back of the stage, gown flowing transcendently behind you as your hands cemented themselves on the concave of your waist.

Your heels boomed, your gaze unfaltering, as you soon stopped at the very edge of the walkway, In front of him. Michael.

You looked down at him, eyes speaking a thousand phrases through fluffed lashes. You saw him tense, his hands gripping the leather of his knees as he realized you had made eye contact with him.

You, had made eye contact with him.

He was at the edge of his seat, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. For a split second, it was almost as if the rest of the crowd was nonexistent.

Your twirling, the movement of your legs, and the glint in your eyes. For a moment, it seemed like it was for him, and only him. Your glittering skin under the light, the impeccable make-up on your face. The black chiffon gloves that hugged your arms perfectly. It was as if you were made for that dress.

In his eyes, that gown would be nothing without you in it.

The final cupids arrow to his heart was the kiss you blew him. Eyes closed briefly, the tips of your gloved fingers delicately motioning the gesture towards him. Cameras flashed in masses, and his heart did too.

He felt like he was suffocating, skin heating up to new temperatures as he fixed the aviators on the bridge of his nose. His leg bounced slightly, a small chuckle blooming from his chest as he slowly shook his head. He was immediately bombarded with questions, comments, and pressure, and all he could do was smile and keep his head down. You had completely enthralled him, without ever even speaking to him.

You watched as he shrunk in his seat, slightly amused at the commotion you had caused. As your body twirled back around, strutting with the same dangerous ferocity you had entered with, you only had one thought in your mind.

You had him wrapped around your finger.

Vil's Note - This one was a real doozy, but I love Michael (WE love Michael). Hope you enjoyed ^_^

[tetsur0-1]

A good fanfic that gets discontinued or a one-shot with no part 2 or no more upcoming chapters IM SO SADDDD

[fallen-angel2470]

Hi. This is my first time requesting, and I was wondering if you could do a neglected batmom reader, who divorced Bruce after 15-20 years marriage (the public goes wild, because batmom is a model or superstar, who's marriage to Bruce was perfect to the public) and 2 years after the divorce and moving out of Gotham and meeting someone powerful and rich and are engaged. Thank you.

After 15 years of neglect and betrayal, Y/N divorces Bruce Wayne. Once Gotham's beloved Batmom and media darling, she vanishes from the public eye. Two years later, she reemerges not just glowing but glorious — engaged to Leon Virellos, a powerful CEO, widower, and father of two. The Batfamily spirals into delusion, unable to accept the reality that she has moved on. But she has. And she isn't coming back.

They never thought she'd actually leave.

Fifteen years of loving Bruce Wayne had meant sacrifice. Patience. Nights spent alone in a cold bed while he chased shadows. Smiles worn thin during galas where he whispered lies in other women's ears. It was always "for the mission," always "not now, Y/N."

She gave everything. Raised his children like her own. Smoothed over scandals, stitched wounds both physical and emotional. She made that house a home. And for years, they took and took until there was nothing left.

Then she was gone.

The papers screamed about it: Ms. Reader LEAVES WAYNE! GOTHAM'S POWER COUPLE NO MORE!

But she didn’t just leave.

She vanished.

Two Years Later.

Y/N returned to headlines with a single photograph: draped in sapphire silk, glowing under the Tuscan sun, hand resting on a slight bump.

Engaged to Leon Virellos.

Billionaire. Widower. Father of two. Devoted.

The photo shattered Gotham.

She wasn’t just happy. She was untouchable.

And the Batfamily? They unraveled.

The Delusion Begins.

"She was brainwashed," Dick insisted.

"She’s clearly not in her right mind," Barbara muttered.

"That man is a threat," Damian snarled. "We should extract her."

They watched her obsessively. Downloaded every article. Recorded interviews. Pored over candid photos of her smiling with Leon’s kids—Isla, age 10, who called her Mamá, and Marco, 14, who guarded her like a wolf.

Tim had an entire wall in the Cave devoted to "Operation Save Y/N."

They didn't see her peace. They saw possession.

Because how could she love someone else's children?

How could she laugh like that, breathe like that, without them?

Leon was everything Bruce wasn't.

He made her tea when she was stressed. Held her when she woke up from nightmares. He brought her flowers for no reason. His kids adored her. And he never once looked at another woman.

Marco called her his anchor. Isla painted the walls of her room with drawings of their new family.

She wore the necklace Damian gave her once. Not out of love. But to mourn the girl she had been when he gave it to her.

They mistook grief for nostalgia.

They thought it meant she wanted to come home.

The Gala.

VirionTech’s charity gala was the social event of the season. The public debut of their engagement.

Y/N stepped out, radiant and composed, Leon beside her, Isla holding her hand, Marco escorting her like a knight.

The press went wild.

Somewhere in the shadows, the Batfamily watched.

Uninvited.

Unwanted.

"She wore blue," Tim said, voice shaking. "She used to say that was Bruce’s favorite."

"She still loves us," Dick whispered.

"We can fix this," Barbara said, fists clenched.

They all looked to Bruce.

"She’s just confused," he said.

But she wasn’t.

She saw them from across the room. And turned away.

Leon leaned in. "Do I need to have them escorted out?"

Y/N smiled. "No. Let them watch. Let them see everything they lost."

She kissed him softly. Isla giggled. Marco glared at Bruce like he could set him aflame.

And the Batfamily? They stood frozen.

Watching the woman they let go dance in the arms of someone who truly loved her.

And she never looked back.

[xolunee]

Strike A Pose

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ProHero!Bakugou x Model!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You, a rising model lands a major opportunity with Vogue for their annual cover and fashion campaign. As you continue to navigates the industry, you finds herself working with ProHero Bakugou, leading to an unexpected mix of attraction, tension, and romance.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

You had been modeling for four years. Still seen as “new” in the business, but your name was rising fast. You were getting noticed through runway shows, magazine spreads, and interviews. When your agent told you that Vogue wanted you for their annual cover and fashion collection campaign, it felt like all your hard work was paying off.

Later that afternoon, you sat in a café with your best friend, [friend’s name], still buzzing from the news. The smell of the warm pastries filled the air as you scrolled through your messages. Then a new notification popped up from your agent.

“Wait… what?” you muttered.

Your friend leaned over your shoulder. “What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You turned your phone toward her. “Remember that Vogue shoot I mentioned?”

“Yeah, the one where you work with cute heroes?” she teased, grinning.

You laughed. “Well, apparently, I’ve been paired with Dynamight.”

Her jaw dropped. “SHUT UP! You’re kidding!” She grabbed your hands, shaking them excitedly. “Oh my god, Y/N! That’s huge!”

You smiled shyly. “I know, but… I’m nervous. This is such a big deal for my career. I don’t want to mess it up.”

Your friend huffed and tilted your chin up. “Y/N, stop. You’re the hardest-working person I know. You’ve been killing every job lately. You’ve got this.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her confidence in you.

“And come on,” she added, smirking. “You get to work with a hot hero. Maybe you two will spark some chemistry… if you know what I mean.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

Meanwhile, across the city, Katsuki Bakugou sat in his agency’s lounge, looking like someone had sentenced him to community service.

Kirishima clapped him on the back. “Dude, you’re going to be on the cover of Vogue! You should be excited!”

“Tch,” Bakugou grumbled. “This is stupid. Can’t believe I got roped into this.”

“C’mon, man,” Denki said, grinning. “It’s a big deal! You’ll gain popularity and meet cute models!”

Mina and Sero groaned in unison. “Moron,” they muttered at Denki.

“Everyone shut up!” Bakugou barked, running a hand through his hair. “None of you idiots are helping.”

Kirishima leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee. “Look, bro. You might not have a choice, but think about it. This could show people another side of you. You’re not just the angry guy with explosions. Show them you’ve got range.”

Bakugou glared for a moment before exhaling through his nose. “Whatever.”

The next day, you arrived at the studio early. Nerves fluttered in your chest as stylists buzzed around, prepping lights and fabrics. You spotted him immediately. Spiky blond hair, sharp eyes, and an aura that made everyone else instinctively move aside.

Taking a deep breath, you approached him. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to work with you,” you said with a polite bow.

He glanced at you, unimpressed. “Yeah, nice to meet you.”

You blinked, taken aback by his bluntness. You had seen his fiery attitude on TV before, but in person, it hit differently.

Trying to fill the awkward silence, you said, “So… are you excited for the shoot? I was a bit shocked when they told me you’d be doing this too.”

He gave you a sideways look. “Tch. I don’t care about this crap. My manager and friends think it’s a good PR move; that’s all.”

You let out a nervous laugh. Great. This was going to be fun.

A few minutes later, the crew ushered you both toward the set. You changed into a sleek black leotard paired with tights and tall boots while Bakugou appeared shirtless in black slacks with his usual mix of confidence and danger.

The photographer called out poses. You stepped close, one arm brushing his chest while his hands rested around your waist. His palms were warm, rough, steady. For a moment, your heartbeat drowned out everything else.

As the shoot continued, something shifted. The tension eased. He started to relax, you loosened up, and your poses flowed naturally. When you leaned in and met his eyes, the flash of the camera seemed to fade away. His gaze held yours steady, focused, and unexpectedly soft.

You didn’t know what to make of that.

When the photographer finally called it a wrap, you both stepped apart, exhaling in sync. You changed into your regular clothes, hesitating outside Bakugou’s dressing room before knocking.

“Who is it?” his muffled voice called.

“It’s Y/N,” you replied.

“What do you want?”

You rolled your eyes. “Open the door and I’ll tell you.”

The door swung open, and he glared down at you. “Oi. What?”

You crossed your arms. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch or something. You haven’t eaten all day.”

“Tch. I appreciate the gesture, but I’m good.” He started to close the door, but you stopped it with your hand.

“Seriously? What’s your deal?” you snapped. “I’m trying to make this less awkward, and you act like it’s torture to hang out for one meal.”

Bakugou looked away, jaw tightening.

“Whatever,” he muttered. “I’ll go. Just quit your whining.”

You sighed but smiled a little. “Great. I’ll text you the address.”

Two hours later, you sat across from each other at a cozy café. The air smelled like coffee and sugar, and sunlight poured through the windows.

He was still in his hero hoodie, hood down, hair tousled. You tried not to stare, but it was hard.

“Thanks for coming,” you said, stirring your drink. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up.”

He smirked faintly. “You sounded annoying enough that I figured you’d keep nagging until I did.”

You laughed. “You’re not wrong.”

For a while, you talked about work, the chaos of the shoot, and even the media pressure he usually hated. He was less harsh when he spoke like this. Just honest.

At some point, your knee brushed his under the table, and neither of you moved away.

When you finished your drinks, you hesitated. “Hey… if you’re not busy, we could hang out at my place. It’s close, and I owe you real food. My cooking’s not great, but I promise not to poison you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure that’s safe for me?”

You smiled. “Guess you’ll have to risk it, hero.”

He gave a small, amused snort. “Fine. Lead the way.”

The walk to your apartment was quiet but comfortable. When you unlocked the door, the tension between you felt thick and buzzing.

He stood close behind you, his breath brushing your neck. “You really gonna make me dinner?” he asked, voice low.

You turned, heart racing. “Maybe later.”

His eyes flicked from your mouth to your eyes, and before you could overthink it, he leaned down and kissed you. It was firm, unhurried, but full of heat. The room filled with sounds of your lips smacking. your spit connecting with his as your tongue runs across his bottom lip. His grip tighten on your waist, heat crawling up his neck. this was a much more passionate kiss than before. your heart was pounding as you continued with the deep sensual make-out.

you started rocking back against his bulge feeling it grow bigger between your legs. your heart was pounding as you pressed down, but bakugou pulled away briefly as a deep husky groan escaped his lips.

You grinned softly. “Guess we’ve got chemistry after all.”

“Tch. Don’t get cocky,” he muttered, but the faint smirk on his lips gave him away.

Weeks later, your Vogue cover of you and Dynamight, hit the charts. His sharp-edged glory next to you looking bold and confident at his side went viral instantly.

You gained a surge of recognition, more offers, and multiple interview requests. During one of them, the host leaned forward with a sly grin.

“So, Y/N,” they began, “you worked closely with Pro Hero Dynamight. Be honest, was there any attraction?”

You smiled, trying to play it cool. “I mean, who wouldn’t be attracted to him? He’s strong, hardworking, and definitely not as mean as everyone thinks.” You paused, teasing. “But yeah… he’s hot.”

The interviewer laughed. “Fair enough!”

You didn’t think much of it afterward until your phone exploded with notifications. Clips from the interview were trending everywhere, with headlines blaring your quote.

Meanwhile, Bakugou’s phone blew up too. He scowled at the screen, scrolling through articles then smirked.

A few minutes later, your phone rang. You answered instantly.

“Hey,” you said, smiling.

“Just saw your interview,” his rough voice came through the line, low and amused. “Guess you had a lot to say about me.”

You bit your lip. “Yeah? What do you think?”

“I think we should meet up and talk about this attraction over dinner,” he said, his tone teasing.

Your cheeks warmed. “Let’s do it.”

A few days later, reporters cornered him after a mission.

“Dynamight! What do you think about Y/N finding you attractive?”

Bakugou smirked, his tone cool and confident. “I think she’s gorgeous herself,” he said. “And I plan on taking her out again.”

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Secret Marriage

Proherokatsuki! x ModelReader!

When you two got married a few weeks ago nobody saw it coming since they didn’t think dynamight would actually fall for anybody  especially since you two always had some type of twitter war going on, but then everyone saw the signs in each others posts.

Once a fan was scrolling on Dynamights page and in the background saw a blurry picture of your face in the background. Another one even seeing both a plush and a action figure of Dynamight behind her, everyone put the pieces together about how you guys always argue, little teases in behind them in photos, the necklace with a ‘K’ on it, rings on both their hands and, everyone realized that you two are married!

You and Katsuki were now happily scrolling through social media on the couch cuddling together while everyone was shook

This one was a bit short but I hope you guys like it!

[angelbbyunicorn]

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The day was busy off rip, you woke up to your manager at the door. Runway days were always extremely busy but today was one of your biggest shows yet, the first show of le spectacle multiple.

Tonight's show was Gucci's show, you've modeled for them once but never for a show this big.

you were back in your hometown for what felt like the first time in forever. you moved when you were five, your parents wanted to raise you in LA for better opportunity's as you got older. But being back home made you want to move back, you visited semi often for shoots and whatnot so at least you knew there would still be work.

But today you had no time to think about that at all. Today was filled with getting ready, you had meetings, fittings, rehearsal, and more.

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Finally, you were able to relax for a minute after running around all day, you sat in a chair, people filled the room around you. It was time to start getting ready for the show. The actual runway itself would last about an hour, showcasing four different looks per-girl.

Excitement flowed through your veins as you felt the flick of a makeup brush against your eyelid, people behind you combing gently through your hair.

Talking filled around you, crew members getting the outfits set out, girls talking to reporters and amongst themselves, but it was all muffled to you. Whenever you were getting ready for a show nothing else around you mattered, it was just you and your thoughts.

Everything went swiftly, your first look was perfect, and the look all tied together amazingly.

Everyone lined up, the talking behind the curtain went quiet, the lights went low and then came the queue to begin walking.

The high from the runway falls as you and your manager walk into the after party.

The afterparty consists of media and everyone who was invited to the show.

It was pretty much routine at this point, you were ready to be asked about your thoughts on the looks you walked in and how you thought the show went.

As you were behind a camera you noticed a tall build with long blonde hair. Something about him stood out to you, his eyes were kept steady on you, watching as you answered the questions.

For a second you almost let him distract you, something so interesting made you almost completely lose yourself in front of the camera. Your focus was quickly brought back by the interviewer thanking you for your time, you nod your head as you make your way back to your manager.

"What happened there y/n?" she asks. "I don't know, I'm sorry." you reply. "All good, it wasn't bad. It's been a long day." she says as she rests her hand on your lower back.

You never got distracted like that ever, you were always on your A game.

You glared at him over and over, annoyed at how he caught your eye so easily.

Once you arrived back to your hotel you threw on your robe and ordered room service right away, you never really get a chance to eat at the after parties due to the constant talking you have to do.

You open up your phone for the first time in hours, you open your instagram and repost what you were tagged in by Gucci. Just underneath your mentions from Gucci there was a new follow, the blonde hair in the profile caught your eye once again.

You clicked on the profile, revealing the identity of the mysterious blonde-haired guy from the after party.

You looked into him for a solid amount of time, you discovered that he was an artist by the name "2hollis" you listened to one of his songs before your food came, you didn't mind the song - you actually kind of liked it.

You ignored the follow, he had already taken far too much of your attention, there wasn't room for him to take anymore.

You repeated the same process as yesterday, you had an interview today, fittings, and more meetings.

Tonight's show was YSL, one of your personal favorites. They were one of the first big brands you had worked for, they always took the best care of you as well.

As you walked through the doors of the after-party fans were lined up, cameras flashing, people screaming, you greeted a few of them, but you didn't have much time.

You waited at the bar area for a glass of champaign, as you did the tall boy came beside you.

"HI, y/n?" he says, holding his hand out to shake yours. "Yes, hi!" you reply.

"I'm Hollis and this is my manager, we saw you on the runway and I'd love to have you in a music video if you're able."

Here he was, stealing more of your attention. Something about his presence was so intriguing, mysterious even.

No matter how much you stalked his social media yesterday it was still like you knew nothing about him.

"Oh, thank you. I'm pretty booked out at the moment, but I'll have my manager reach out and look more into it." you reply.

Your words weren't a lie, you were very busy at the moment. But you probably could make time for it, you just didn't want to. You were still so hung-up on the fact that he had stolen so much of your attention, if the interview wasn't over you could've completely said something stupid.

You didn't mess around when it came to your career, you had dropped people before because too much of your focus was taken away. If someone doesn't respect your work, it's not what you want in your life. And while he probably has no ill intention you still couldn't take the risk.

You handed him your managers card from your purse and politely walked away. Throughout the rest of the night you could feel his eyes heavy on you, it was like they were drilling a hole through your back. You didn't let it get to you. You watched the clock, waiting for the night to be over and the stress to be off your back.

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