(A/n)
Here I am again, bbies uwu
[Frank Iero with long hair is my religion, amen]
Thanks electric_tiger for requesting a part two and also thanks xbbx for always helping, I really appreciate it uwuwuwu ((it's not even a surprise me getting her help, since the book description already says 'in collaboration with xbbx' but I like to always mention it-))
Some good ol' fluff to y'all :)))) Love y'all
I was listening to Chop Suey! while writing so expect a few references, thx
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"(N/n), (n/n)!"
"Yes...?" I ask looking away from my computer to an excited Frank standing next to me.
"Look," He shows me his tablet, an email displaying on the screen. "a magazine saw your pics I published and they want you to model."
"Wh-What? Really?" I ask widening my eyes. I stand up and grab the tablet in hands, looking at it closer, '-would like to invite (y/n) (l/n) for a photoshoot for the magazine System Of A Down-'. "Whoa. Just- Whoa. I can't believe it." I return the electronic to him.
"And you're accepting it, right?" Frank asks and I look at him in thought. I'm still somewhat surprised by the notice and all.
"Oh, well..." I trail off, scratching the back of my head.
"Please, it's a great opportunity and you're so beautiful." He says with a smile. "I'll get to photograph you and all, it'll be fun!" He says cutely excited.
"Hm..." I blush, thinking a bit about the whole situation. "Alright." It's worth a try, isn't it? It's not everyday that a magazine will show up asking you to be a model and all.
"Great!" He says excitedly, putting the tablet aside and hugging me.
Chuckling lightly, I hug him back, "Thanks." I peck his cheek.
"I mean, you like my work, don't you? It'll be nice getting in a serious thing with you that is practically just registering your beauty." He asks, still excited. I mean, how can you not be?
"Frank." I breathe a chuckle. "C'mon, stop insisting I'm beautiful."
"You're right. You're drop dead gorgeous, not beautiful." He says with a grin and I shake my head lightly, giving up. "I'm really excited for it."
"Yeah, it'll be a great opportunity for you and all, you photograph really well, I mean, really well. I'm happy for you."
"You should be happy for yourself too."
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"Look, they answered." Frank says scooting with his chair and leaning against my arm lightly. He has his tablet in hands again. "We'll need to show up at the Soundgarden photographic studio at 3pm Wednesday for the first photoshoot." He points at the part where the address, date and time are written.
"Oh, I can't wait." I say leaning my head against his as looking at the screen. "They did a really bad-"
"Really good."
"-choice of model and stop disagreeing with me, Frank."
"Ew, you don't notice yourself and refuse facts the whole time, (n/n), you should accept this for once." He says quietly, almost in an annoyed whine.
I simply hum in response, not agreeing nor disagreeing. "What is the photoshoot for, by the way?"
"A clothes brand's advertisements on the magazine, apparently." He explains and I nod. "And you're the best person for this job, even tho you deserve even more." And before I'm even able to answer him, he pecks my lips. "No disagreeing."
"Alright, alright." I say in a defeated tone, smiling. "But without a good photographer, the job isn't worth anything."
"That's what I'm here for." Frank says grinning and pointing a thumb at his chest as I chuckle at him.
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"You're gonna do super well!" Frank says excited as we walk down the streets, heading to the Soundgarden studio, hand in hand. "Not mentioning you'll get known!"
"C'mon, it's just a small photoshoot." I chuckle.
"The first of many, other companies will see you and they'll instantly want you on their products' ads." He grins.
"If you think so." I shrug smiling, not really wanting to disagree with him.
"I'm sure." He squeezes my hand and I nod.
As we reach the studio, I go to the room where everything will be happening and the magazine's manager, who apparently is called Tankian or something, approaches to talk with us. "You did show up!"
"Yeah." I nod smiling. "Thought it'd be interesting to take the opportunity."
"I'm happy you did and-"
Frank cuts him off, "Hey, I just brought my usual camera and a few lenses since I supposed I'd find the rest here-" He points at his bag.
"What do you mean?" Tankian interrupts Frank this time, "No, no, no, no, we don't need you, we only need her." He points at me. I'm taken aback by what he says and I see Frank's face drop immediately, even tho he tries to act normal - I thought the whole proposal and thing was to Frank and I...?
I turn to Frank and open my mouth to question him about that and if he's okay with everything but he forces a smile, speaking up before me, "It's alright. The important one here is you, don't worry about me." - I could sense and notice he was sad but he gives me a pleading look that makes me go on with everything.
A bit of time later - after I sign all the contracts, am explained all the contract and dress in the clothes -, I'm already standing between a white wall and a camera, posing for the pictures. Meanwhile, Frank decided to sit on a chair in the back - he's visible from where I am, sometimes not because of the photographer moving around - and he has his bag on his lap as he fidgets with his hoodie's sleeves while watching the photoshoot. I can't help to feel a weight on my chest while seeing him there.
Frank was so excited with the idea and had been talking about it to me for a week until today just to find out they didn't want him to take the pictures. He's noticably sad and it bothers me really much.
"Sweetie, can you please look at the camera?" The photographer - which's name I didn't bother to memorize - says, taking me out of my thoughts. I nod, looking at him. "And can you return to the pose from before? Just place a hand on your head and open a big smile- perfect!" He exclaims after I do as said. - I wish I'm at least forcing a smile well. - "Beautiful, you're beautiful. So sweet too." He says with a flirty wink. - Something about that annoys me. I'm used to Frank saying it, I always disagree and all but it doesn't annoy me, like the man's compliments do. They... make me feel uncomfortable. Frank's are okay.
After some moments, I start diving in my thoughts again. - Why did I even accept to do it without Frank? He's the one who dragged me into this and was the most excited one about everything while I didn't really care about it, I mean, didn't take it as a priority. I agreed because maybe he'd get known for his good work photographing and get some requests for jobs and things. This whole photoshoot isn't even being pleasing at all. I'm forcing some cheerfulness as wearing uncomfortable clothes and watching my boyfriend almost crying in the background while this weird pervert keeps making flirty comments even tho I don't answer to any of them. It's hell.
Sighing, I return to a normal pose and the guy lowers the camera, looking at me confused. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You tired? We can take a break-"
"Fuck off!" I interrupt him, "Ugh, I'm not interested, can't you understand? Don't call me nicknames! I didn't give you this privaledge!" I say shooting him a look and then turn to all the staff around, "Y'guys know what? I can't take it anymore y'all looking at me as if I'm doing a perfect job while ignoring the fact I'm uncomfortable with this guy's comments and how you treated my boyfriend. Couldn't you at least be kinder? Or use him instead of this pervert who isn't even doing a good job?" I point at the photographer. All of them remain silent. I scoff.
"Fuck this, I quit." I say stepping off of the uncomfortable high heels and walking towards Frank. I let the blazer I was wearing fall to the floor on the way and when I reach Frank, I grab my own clothes from him and change into them now and here. - I don't even fucking care anymore. - I put on my own shoes and turn to Frank, who looks up at me wide eyed. I take his hand and pull him to his feet. He tries to say something but I cut him off with a kiss. "Sorry. I love you." I say to him, brushing my knuckles against his red cheek. I turn to the whole room, "Good luck finding a Barbie doll that accepts your shit. Don't bother trying to contact me again." I say walking out of the place and pulling a blushing Frank along with me.
Just when we arrive back to my apartment, Frank speaks up. "Y-You didn't need to do any of this-"
"No, no, Frankie." I say grabbing both of his hands and looking at his eyes - even tho he keeps his look down on our hands. "I did it because I didn't like what they did to you and this photographer guy didn't have any respect, even knowing I already have you. And, I've made a choice." I crack a side smile, "I don't want anyone taking photos of me, except for you." I kiss his cheek.
"Really?" He asks and I hum in response, agreeing. He smiles, chuckling happily. "Th-Thank you." His gaze finally meets mine. "I love you too."
I grin looking at his blushing and adorable form before leaning closer and kissing him.
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