The Singer and the Model

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Tumblr request - Hello! Can you do an imagine where the reader is a very famous model and she has to do a photoshoot with Brendon and he knows who she is and he's a huge fan of her so they get a couple of drinks together after the shooting and end up having sex in Brendon's apartment? I don't mind if it ends up smutty <3

I walked into the studio, it was 7:30am, I was tired but optimistic about the day, my agent told me I would be shooting with some famous rock singer, I was so excited, despite being a girly girl model behind the camera, I was quite the tom boy off stage. I loved gigs and festivals, wearing band tshirts and skinny jeans with my sneakers, but the modelling job allowed me to indulge my girl side too, I had doing pretty well I had had a tonne of gigs with big magazines, photographers and fashion lines, I felt good for making the modelling world a bit more diverse. As I got into makeup they started doing my hair, it was styled into old fashioned swing look, my dress was a gorgeous long, dark red number with jewels over one shoulder, it looked incredible, I could wait to wear it. My manager came up to me, and smiled.

"You look gorgeous, ok so wanna see who you're modelling with?" I giggled and clapped my hands together, I nodded eagerly, he lead me over to the photographer and I swear I squealed out loud. Brendon fucking Urie! He was my favourite singer ever, I loved Panic! So much, he grinned and came over to me smiling.

"Oh my gosh you're my favourite singer ever!" I squealed uncontrollably, he blushed slightly and smiled brightly at me, oh gosh he was so gorgeous in person, his hair was slick and styled perfectly, dark brown eyes and that smile, he was even wearing his signature red shit, oh god I was fangirling so hard.

"That's such a huge compliment, I gotta say, I follow you as a model, I love the way you've bought the alternative scene to mainstream modelling, I follow you on Instagram and twitter!" I giggled and gave him a hug.

"Oh gosh! I know! I got so excited when I saw that you had followed me!"

"When you tweeted me it felt so awesome,
I saw a photo of you wearing a Panic! Tshirt and didn't know if it was just for a shoot or not."

"Ok you two time to start the shoot?" The photographer broke us out of our lock on each other, we both came too and walked over to the set, there were a few things set up, an old style microphone and a table and two chairs, the table had drinks and an ashtray set up on it, they was a large old style couch too. "Ok so we want some of Brendon singing to you, some of you dancing, sitting at the table while he sings and some fun ones of you two drinking on the couch." I nodded and took everything in, already planning how to approach each picture. "Ok so first we want him singing to you, so Y/N sit down at the table and Brendon, by the mic please.


We took to our positions and they started playing the Death of a Bachelor, I grinned as we started shooting, Brendon sang the song to me, smiling and dancing slightly, his grin widened when I began to relay the song word for word.

"That's good, I like that! Keep singing to each other." We kept up this as he took more snaps, Brendon sat down on the chair opposite me, both of us leaning over the table towards each other, the photographer was lapping it up, he took my hand and held it over the table, the eye contact made my stomach tingle, butterflies filling me, I couldn't help but feel so attracted to him, both physically and, something else, a spark. I thought to myself how cliché I was being and giggled slightly. After that the photographer had us dance to The End of All Thing's, he pulled me close to him by my waist, putting both hands on me, swaying me slowly, I slid my hands to his shoulders. He began to sing the lyrics, once again I could resist singing back to him, once again we made eye contact, his smile made me tingle all over, they sweet way he sung, the way his suit fitted him, everything about him drew me to him, I felt some insane chemistry with him, they flirty tweets had already given me a huge crush but being around him was something else.

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