>>"For the AU meme: García/Morgan. García is the new best-seller sensation (obviously she writes sci-fi) and Morgan the photographer hired to make her a photo-shoot for the cover of a posh overrated magazine."
lux agh i’m sorry this took so long i started it and then i went into feb break hibernation at my friends house BUT THIS PROMPT OMG THIS PROMPT YOU JERK IT’S PERFECT
Penelope is pretending she doesn’t see the look coming from one of the stylists on her shoot - it’s not obvious, he’s being pretty subtle about it, but Penelope has been on the wrong end of judgmental stares more than a few times in her life and she knows she’s reading this guy pretty accurately: every inch of him is screaming you do not belong here.
She doesn’t write High Snooty-Ass Literature, she’s not exactly the standard sort of beautiful that these stylists are used to and as far as these jerks are concerned, she’s pretty much Not Fit for the cover of their magazine - a magazine, she’d like to add, she’d never be caught dead reading in her life - but her publicist insisted, so here she is.
"We’re thinking a close cropped shot, face and hair," one of the stylists is saying as they shepherd her along to the set of the shoot, calling the attention of several people holding camera gear and it takes everything in Penelope not to verbally eviscerate someone, anyone - if the stylists think that her body isn’t worthy enough for the front cover of their pretentious ass magazine, then Penelope might just tear them all a new one.
There’s a beat of silence and then a beautiful, beautiful man - a godlike creature of gorgeousness, to be perfectly honest - holding a camera steps forward and gives Penelope an appraising look - and she’s about to bite his head off - before he turns to the stylist, eyebrows raised, and says, “I mean, her face is beautiful, but she’s killing it in that dress so I’m thinking I’m gonna ignore what you’re thinking and do what I want - which is take lots of beautiful pictures of this very gorgeous woman.”
Then the man beams a bright white smile, showing off his ludicrous dimples, before offering his hand. “Hey baby girl,” his lips curl around the nickname in an almost purr, prompting a responding grin from Penelope, “I’m Derek, it is very nice to meet you.”