Get the Angles Right! (Johnnie Guilbert x Reader.)

I

"Excuse me, excuse me!" You shoved through the crowd of people. downtown New York is not the best place to be running late. running late to your own photo shoot. a photo shoot you planned. how embarrassing is that?

you barged through the doors of the venue. only two minutes late. that's a record.

your client still seemed annoyed you were late, even if it only was two minutes. "Jesus, I am so deeply sorry. you know how these sidewalks get and-"

"Shut it," she interrupted you, "you're wasting my time by yapping. are we going to do this shoot or not?"

you were taken back by her attitude. you chose not to say anything. you were the late one, after all. "Right."

you were a small alternative fashion designer. by small, you meant less than 200 followers. you didn't have a problem modeling your own clothes yourself. You just knew you could be more professional. you figured if you were, you'd be able to get out into the industry. of course, that was honestly stupid. but, alas, you were already here.

your mother's will had funded all of your adventures. she had died a few years back. she had been your main motivation through it all, ever since you were a kid. you made paper clothes to fit your barbies. whenever you got good at it, she brought you scraps of fabric from her own creations. she owned a whole company dedicated to her clothing pieces, which is why she left you so much. she wanted you to pursue your dream and make it big, just like she did.

luckily, you had dropped the pieces of clothing off at the venue this morning. you stopped while running errands.

"Your first piece is over here, lovely." You gaked a smile, directing her towards the rack. you pulled out a hanger. "Go put it on, and we can start the shoot."

"Okay," she huffed, making her way to the changing room.

you slumped down onto the tiny sofa right outside of the changing room. your Instagram was dry, per usual. you checked your dms, hoping someone would get back to you for your next model shoot. nothing. you felt your heart break a little more as you shut off your phone.

"y/n, what the fuck?" she called from the changing room.

you stood up immediately. "What's the matter?"

"This dress does not fit at all."

"What? that can't be right. those are the measurements you sent me." You ran your fingers through your hair. this shoot was a total bust now.

"are you saying I've gained weight since I sent those?" she scoffed. she walked out of the dressing room in her clothes from before. she shoved the dress into my arms.

"no, no. that is not what I'm saying. i-"

"forget this." she stormed out of the building.

"wait! we can-" the door slammed. "fuck." you mumbled to yourself.

you walked out to the front of the building. you pulled a cigarette out of your pocket. but you had no lighter. Just your luck. you sat on the curb. all you wanted was to go home and scream into a pillow.

"need a lighter?" a man's voice startled you out of your thoughts.

you looked over, a pair of black boots and skinny jeans greeted you. you looked up. the man had a kind smile on his face. red eyeshadow was smudged under his baby blue eyes. you could've drowned in his eyes right then and there.

"Uh, yeah, actually. that'd be great." You forced a smile. he sat on the curb next to you.

he passed you his lighter before lighting his own cigarette. "I don't think I caught your name."

you let out a small laugh. "y/n. I don't think I caught yours either."

"My name is johnnie." his soft smile never faded. "why are you here fucking moping around, if you don't mind me asking?"

"it's a long story."

"I have all of the time in the world." he didn't, you knew he didn't, but it still made you feel a little lighter.

"Well, I own a one man fashion business. I never get to find people for photo shoots to promote my clothes. only making alternative wear doesn't help, either. i mean, I did today, but the clothes didn't fit the girl, even though she sent me her measurements. I don't know." You shortened it up the best you could.

"shit," he took a drag from his cigarette. "Well, y/n, I volunteer as your dummy. I mean, if you want. I'm here for a month for," he hesitated, "business, I guess."

you looked at him skeptically. "Are you playing around?"

"Hell no. you seem cool as fuck. I definitely want to see some of your work, though." Johnnies voice was genuine.

"this might be the craziest thing that has ever happened to me. okay, well, follow me." you stood up and walked back into the venue. "I don't have anything now that'll fit you, obviously. you'll have to come to my apartment so I can fit you and blah blah blah."

he admired your work that was hanging up. "holy shit. these are sick as fuck."

your face heated up. "really? thank you. I just put my mind out on a plan and then make it. I'm glad you like it."

"your mind sounds really fucking cool." he turned to you.

"I can't thank you enough."

"I'm free tomorrow. does that work for you?" he offered turning back towards the front door. you followed close behind him.

"yes!" fuck, too excited, y/n. you cleared your throat. "tomorrow works."

he handed you his phone. "can I get your number?"

"no," you said sarcastically. you quickly typed your number into his phone, adding your name as to the contact. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"for sure. I'll text you what times work."

"sounds good." you smiled. "well, i gotta clean up here."

"boo, that fucking sucks. I'm sorry. I'd help, but I gotta be somewhere." he knitted his eyebrows together.

"oh, don't worry about it. it's not much, don't worry." you patted his arm gently. "thanks for lighting my cig."

he laughed. "anytime. I'll text you soon, y/n."

you gave him a little wave before he walked out. your heart was beating quickly. what a way to turn this day around.

he did, in fact, text you soon after. you had just finished packing up whenever your phone buzzed thrice.

000- hey, it's johnnie :)

000- can I get a little teaser for what you're gonna fit me for?? if you know yet that is

000- Actually, I want it to be a surprise

your face lit up as you read his messages.

me- if you insist, I'll keep it a surprise.

me- I'm free whenever tomorrow.

johnnie- I'm free after 4. does that work?

johnnie- maybe we can go get dinner afterwards. on me.

me- that works, I'm down for dinner. we'll split the check.

johnnie- really, it's on me.