☆fade into you~timothee chalamet☆

☆ten☆

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it was the day of the vogue shoot, after much too long of odessa feeling sorry for herself; she was feeling good about the world.

she made her way to the studio and met up with her agent before speaking to the photographer.
"so this shoot will be shot with a male model" the photographer explained.

odessa was confused "what?" she was gonna be the cover but she had to share the spotlight with a man who was also a stranger?? bulshit.

the photographer understood her confusion "look, we have a vision and believe that you and this male will photograph beautifully together" he explained "he's at the same ranking in the acting community as you this month so we had to do this for ratings but don't worry, you'll both be getting your own interviews and yours will be ahead of his"

although odessa was dissapointed, she knew that this was a very big opportunity so she sucked it up and got to hair and makeup. the male model hadn't showed up yet but she had been informed that he would be arriving soon.

odessa got through hair and makeup and was sitting in a studio chair labelled with her name when the male model arrived, he went to the photographer first so odessa hadn't even noticed him come in.

then. she saw him. there he was. timothee.
he was walking over to him, looking like he knew that whatever odessa was going to say to him, couldn't be good.

he opened his mouth to say something but odessa shot out of her chair and stormed passed him over to her manager. "colette i love you, but there's no fucking way i'm shootings with him" she protested

colette sighed "dessy, look i know you don't want to but you need to be professional" she explained

colette shook her head "i'll shoot with anyone but him" she pleaded.

colette grabbed odessa's hand "if you walk out of this shoot... it's career suicide des, photographers talk and if this one tells another photographer that you're difficult to work with... your modelling career will be over and i won't be able to help you"

odessa stood there for a moment thinking of her next move. she'd rather die than shoot with timothee, especially considering that they broke up partially because of her modelling career. on the other hand, she couldn't let timothee ruin her modelling career, she built this for herself and she wouldn't let him end it.

she agreed to the shoot and got through it without the photographer noticing that she was pissed the entire time.

when the shoot was over she said her goodbyes and thanked the photographer, then she grabbed her belongings and sped out of the shoot.

timothee followed "des! des can we talk please" he begged trying to keep up with her.

she didn't respond she just fled, she got to the elevator and rapidly pushed the down button in an attempt to open the doors. the doors shot open and she swiftly slid inside.

she pushed the close doors button, the doors began to slide shut when she heard "des! please just hear me out" timothee had caught up with her and jammed his arm into the elevator doors causing the doors to shoot back open. his stupid scrawny lanky arms.

des shook her head "timothee i don't have time for this" she lied, she just didn't want to cry from being in his presence.

timothee protested "that's bulshit" he slammed on the emergency stop button "just listen ok?"