Shoot

Shoot

God, I had this half finished on my computer for over a week. This was a request I received a while ago. Hope it satisfies! If you were the one who sent it, I’d like it if you sent me another ask to tell me your opinion. Also, folks, please use protection! I don’t condone just fucking a stranger without a condom. This is a fantasy! Love you all ♥

You were always excited to work with music magazines, being a stylist for photoshoots of all sorts, because that way you got to meet a ton of your own idols – and of course you got to do their make-up; touching a world famous rock star’s face never got old. Most of them were very nice, some of them really funny, and you loved watching them pose for the photographers. Once during one of your first sets, you watched a legendary front man absolutely destroy an electric guitar while the rest of the band stood expressionless around him with their arms crossed in front of their chests. That day, you’d decided never to go back to the ordinary salon you’d worked at before.

When you received a date and a time to meet with Greta van Fleet, you’d barely even recognized the name, let alone known any of the members’ names. But as soon as you walked into the studio to greet everyone and set up your work station, you were blown away. You didn’t know they were going to be so young! Every one of them had flawless skin and you weren’t quite sure what you were supposed to touch up, but you knew you were going to end up using concealer and a little bit of anti-flashback powder anyway.

All four of the members were occupied talking to the photographer when you stepped into the threshold and spread your collection of products out on the vanity. When you were done, the photographer, Andy, called you over to say hi, and faced with four stunning young men looking at you, you felt yourself blush as you stepped up to them with a smile and held out your hand to introduce yourself.

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Darling. Chapter 1.

This is chapter one of a fic I’ve been messing around with lately. I’m obsessed with it already and have many MANY ideas and theories in mind for how this could go. I’m proud of this. Please enjoy and LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

I love you all, thank you for you kindness and support.

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Your morning started out with the usual blasting alarm sending you quickly into the normal routine. You know the drill, it begins with an exasperated groan, then you get up and get dressed, makeup, hair, the usual “simplistic but kinda trying” look. After you’re finished, undoubtedly rushing after procrastinating on the internet for far too long, you get picked up and head to your interview of the day to talk about your new single and what you have in store. The fact that this is normal now, mind boggling, but normal… Extremely new, but this is what your life has become. Writing music, playing music, talking about music, and you get paid to do it! The thought alone brings butterflies into your stomach. This is all you’ve wanted for so long.

The drive to the radio studio was simple, an iced coffee was placed in your hands to perk you up; the sheer excitement coursing through your veins was enough for you to get going, but turning down a coffee is sacrilegious, so you accepted the caffeine kick with a smile. You were giddy, to put simply, there’s no other way to describe it. 

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