(Y/n) stood in front of half a dozen people, all with measuring tapes and clipboards. There were several of which she had to get fitted for, then have to wear and demo for a few panel of people. Advisors of the designer and such.
The people were all muttering to one another, and pulling down various fabrics and holding them against her skin, a chorus of nods or hums would follow, then the sound of scribbles on paper. Meera was hovering in the corner, on her tablet, she picked up a phone call once or twice and stepped away to a quiet room.
(Y/n) did her best to remain still and poised, yet relaxed. It was a technique she had perfected, and she used it often. A sort of meditation state. She simply became a doll, a mannequin, still and unwavering.
Wearing nothing but her undergarments, it was easy to feel exposed, especially with the high air conditioning. (Y/n) let herself float above it all, she was in her calmness and nothing could shake her.
She got to sit down while some deliberations and final alterations were being made to the garments. (Y'n) took that opportunity to reach for her phone. The time indicated that Adrien would be out of school. Would it hurt to give him a call? Would it seem too desperate?
She ultimately decided to put the phone away, she meandered over to one of the many racks of fabrics. She felt all the different textures.
(y/n) hoped that she would like what they put her in, it was a lot easier to give a confident runway walk when you felt confident about what you were wearing.
She spent the rest of her time waiting in absolute boredom, so she took out her phone once more, and (y/n) saw a text from Chloe Bourgeois.
HI GIRL! How r you? Wyd l8er??!
What a strange girl
(y/n) replied
'I'm booked up for today. :( What r you doing tomorrow?'
She put her phone away again once she was called over by someone with a tape measure and a clipboard.
A slew of people wrapped around her as she approached. They started to attach a bodice to her torso; a few cinched it in from the back. (Y/n) exhaled as they did this, and her breaths became shallow afterwards. They tucked yards of fabric around her hips, and slipped on elastic sleeves with huge puffs of pink silk. Finishing with a pair of ill fitting high heel prototypes.
(Y/n) got to admire herself for just a moment before she was ushered away to a faux runway, they asked her to do a walk and show off the gown to the designer and some of his elites.
She swore she heard Anna Wintour's name muttered.
Nevertheless she took a deep breath and did her best to keep her shoulders back, her head held high, and her airy composure to allow her to glide across the stage.
(Y/n) struck the poses she needed to on all axis of the runway. She spun and twirled. She gave as much variations in personality she could. Smiley. Then not, stone cold avant garde. When she planted herself on the finishing mark, it was met with polite applause.
The designer looked over to their fellow judges, then turned back to her, and drew a pair of scissors from his trouser pocket.
He approached her and kneeled in front of her, lining up the blades up to the center. Making a tiny cut, then ripping the seam all the way up. He tucked the fabric underneath the bodice and piled it up in the front. Turning to his assistants and craftsmen, he said;
"Like this? You see? And bigger. Big."
He outstretched his hand and dragged it from the top of the center of her chest to down where the bodice ended.
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A Model's Secrets (Adrien/Chat Noir x Reader)
Fanfiction(y/n) is a world renowned model, and when she packs her bags for Paris, some love interests of the superhero and super model variety come her way. A little insight into this story: The reader is very traditionally feminine, à la her career in mode...
