warnings: light smut description: Reader and Vince prepare for a fashion show, but the two soon realize their feelings go deeper than friends — requested
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"What about this one, Y/N?" Vince stepped out from the hallway of the flat that he shared with his roommates wearing a black leather jumpsuit that revealed his chest and a white feathery boa around his neck. His thick platform shoes that he wore with the outfit resembled something that Gene Simmons would wear, and it made Vince's presence in the room very much known.
Tilting your head to the side, you analyzed his outfit and the way that it looked on Vince. While the many thoughts swarmed in your head, Vince modeled the outfit for you, striking different poses as if someone were taking pictures of him. It was near impossible for you to tell him that an outfit didn't look good on him, because it just wasn't the truth - he wore everything well. Maybe it was just his chipper personality or the way he naturally carried himself that made it possible for him to pull off his distinct style. Whatever it was, you deeply admired him for it.
"This look is definitely a contender, it's up there with the other ones too!" You said encouragingly to your friend of several years. He gave you a smile of agreement and disappeared back to his room to try on another outfit.
It was only mid afternoon and you were at Vince's flat, getting ready for a fashion show that you both were invited to. Seeing as the show was at night and it took an entire day or two to prepare, you and Vince decided to spend this crucial time together. You found yourself spending more time than usual with Vince. Although the two of you had been friends for years, it was hard to explain your fondness of him. He understood you and brought you a sense of comfort unlike any other friend you had, seeing as you both had an immense passion for the same bands, current trends, and of course fashion. When you were around him, you felt completely safe to be yourself without fear of being judged. Vince had that benevolent aura about him that made even strangers warm up to him.
It wasn't long before Vince appeared back again, this time sporting an animal print coat, a scarf wrapped around his neck, and a floppy hat. "What about this...for the after party, of course," he quickly added.
You gave him a response of approval, feeling somewhat amazed at how quickly he could change in and out of clothes.
Vince scrunched up his nose and shrugged. "I'll put this in the 'maybe' pile."
When the two of you had finally narrowed down the outfits with the most potential, Vince shifted his attention to helping you decide on what to wear. You had brought over only the most fashionable articles of clothing you owned and arrived with the hope that Vince might have something that would help coordinate it all. Luckily, you didn't have to worry for long.
Now sitting on the edge of Vince's bed, clothes decorating the floor of the room and any type of free space, you watched as he sifted through his wardrobe. He pulled out various colored boas, different sized boots, and a variety of capes. He let out a small huff when he eventually found the articles of clothing he was looking for.
