Request from pepplestone, who is really cool and you should check out their work!

Just some fluff! 

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The alarm buzzing; red digits screaming at Jack to get up and he did, slowly. He had forgotten he was due to start a new job at that model place and panic set in, as he glanced at the digits flashing on the little clock beside his bed which he was pretty surprised was still there seeing as he was restless and most of the time it got knocked; over most mornings he struggled to find the damn thing. But, the clock was yelling at him saying "You have twenty minutes to move your Irish ass." So, Jack got up and rushed to the bathroom and struggled to sort his hair, and also fell over trying to put his only good pair of jeans on. He really needed to do laundry. That aside, he rushed out the door, ignoring his non matching socks.

He also, really needed this job. His rent was due soon, as his fridge was looking pretty empty.

Nerves settled in as he entered the slightly intimidating building with all its windows and offices, palms sweaty as Jack approached the reception running a hand through his green hair. "Im here for an interview." He smiled at the woman whose bun atop her head looked like it was keeping her face up as she smiled, gesturing him towards some uncomfortable looking seats at the back of the room, taking a seat he decided to hype himself up a little.

C'mon, Jack. You didn't study photographer and media technology for three years, for nothing. He was swinging his feet back and fourth he knew but it was a nervous thing and he couldn't really stop it.

A man in a suit with perfectly side swept raven hair appeared from nowhere it seemed, and beyond Jack, He stood straightening out his shirt and nervously smiled towards the man as he walked through the halls.

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The man in the suit with the perfect hair, Mark - was polite and spoke to Jack normally; he was expecting to be patronized or looked down upon but it was nothing of the sort and Mark sort of eased his nerves.

"I just need an extra pair of hands around here, maybe even someone to take my spot when I'm busy." Mark smiled, all geniue and soft.

"You mean take your spot for uh, modeling?" Jack didn't really do modeling; he was all messy hairs and loop sided grins, he wasn't perfect hair and 'smiling with your eyes' But Mark nodded and Jack looked away for a moment.

"I don't think I'm suitable for modeling but everything else I can do." Mark looked like he was going to argue but instead muttered an okay quickly followed by a "The jobs yours." Jack turned his head, a sparkle in his eyes and a wide grin upon his features like he was in disbelief, he was.

"Really? You're sure?!" Jack asked, surprised laced in his voice.

"Of course! You can start Monday."

"Thank you!" Jack partically jumped out his seat to shake Marks hand.

"You wont regret it I promise." He beamed.

"I know I wont." Jack hurried out the room, stammering and nearly knocking over a vase in the process to which Mark just chuckled at.

Mark wasn't even looking for a model but damn, he thinks he's found one.

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Jack came in on the Monday a spring in his step and two coffees in his hand. He met Mark in his office, stuttering about the coffee and how he should not have presumed Mark liked coffee or what type but-  Mark took the warm coffee out his hands and offered a thank you, Jack chuckling and shutting up before he dug himself a hole. They walked and talked to a large room filled with fancy lights and cameras, with a large simple white screen in the center. There was also racks upon racks filled with different kind of clothes.

"Obviously, this is where we do the photography and also where the designers pick out clothes the models clothes." Jack nodded. "You can help the photographers out, too." Jack smiled, he loved being behind the camera more than in front of it. He always had this stereotype of models, all of them being snotty nosed and too classy to look Jacks way but here, seeing everyone smiling and Mark too, all humble and soft towards him.

"I worked in photography for a few years, I appreciate this Mark." Mark smiled, humming around his coffee, it made Jack feel warm inside.

When Jack held one of the outstandingly professional cameras he almost felt like it was forbidden or he wasnt professional enough to hold it but he couldnt lie that he had missed yielding such professional and expensive equipment so when Mark offered to model for him to get a taste of Jacks skills, he was over the moon. Jack had always felt that the camera showed things the eye didn't see, the way people carried themselves behind it or sometimes, hide themselves behind it.

"Should I change?" Mark asked, standing in front of the white background.

"No, you're fine as you are." Mark looked like he was going to protest again but instead grabbed a stool and sat upon it.

Mark was all side profiles and chiesled jaw lines and Jack adored it, the way his head turned so obediently but Jack couldnt helped but want to snap a few photos of him looking into the camera with the softness grazed upon his features.

"As much as I love looking at your jaw line which could cut a guy could you face this way?" Jack was slipping into the photographer roll nicely and Mark chuckled as he turned to face the camera; most of his shoots were side profiles and glances, not normally looking right into the camera but Mark wasn't shy, he'd done this for many years and in his younger days he was egotistcal and stupid but now he was humble and smart.

Jack was mesmerized when Mark faced the camera, he highlighted his eyes because hell, they look like they kept secrects but also told them.

His hair had messed up slightly and he looked perfect.

After several photos, probably more than needed - Mark stood up and took a peak at Jacks work upon his laptop. Mark was impressed, the photos were flawless and made him look better than he did.

"These are amazing, Jack. I cant wait to see your work with the other models." Jack beamed at the praise and his smile was so pure Mark thought he'd melt into the new carpet in the office.

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Now, Mark enjoyed working with all his employees turned friends but Jack was something else; it was a breeze. Sometimes, Marks employees were bratty or lazy although they got the job done, Jack worked hard like the rest but he always gave a little more, always had a smile upon his face and pure raw energy in his bones, it was what Mark needed. and when his work got published in a magazine or too he looked like the happiest man alive and Mark lived for that. But, he hadn't forgotten what he'd said to Jack about modeling when he came into his office for the job that day and how he reacted. Mark had planned getting Jack to model at some point he just didn't think it'd be so soon when he had double booked a day; A meeting and a very angry customer demanding a model today. Nobody else was free that was male and Mark rushed over to Jack.

Jack knew something was the matter seeing as Mark was hectic and in his few months working here he hadn't seen the man hectic ever.

"I need you to take my place for this modeling thing today, it'll only be a few photos and all my male models are busy and they need a model today." Mark hurried his words but yet never stuttered once. Jack visibly swallowed, a look of dread colouring his features.

"I wouldn't ask if it isn't urgent, you're a natural anyways - you're so pretty and-" Mark stopped, turning around as if having a talk with himself and Jack chuckled, as he turned back around, a red hint to his cheekbones.

"Just, please?" Mark mumbled and Jack let out a sigh - nodding.

"Okay just this once and if they don't like me or something you wont be angry?" The green haired man turned his head, looking shy as if somebody couldn't ever see beauty within him; Mark wondered why he thought that way.

"They'll love you and no of course I won't be angry."

Jack nodded as Mark wrote down the directions to the modeling place.

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As Jack rode in the taxi, the driver talking about something or other; He was nervous but all he could hear was a word spoken in a deep voice;

Pretty.

Mark had called him pretty.

It made his stomach turn and him smile like an idiot, it shouldn't but it did.

When Jack arrived to the model place, he was polite and stuttering words; He wasn't even qualified to do this he worked behind the camera not infront of it, it filled him with dread.

But the people were paitent and gave him various green items that matched his hair telling him that they wanted an aesthetic theme and Jack just nodded they kept telling him to face the camera and he tried his best too but it was like looking an authority figure in the eye it was imtimdating and Jack hoped that isnt what all Marks models felt, in his eyes the camera was meant to be a comfort thing to say that yes it shows your flaws but it shows everything that make you, you. And he couldn't apply that to this; Luckily they were happy with the photos and Jack shook his head that no, he didn't want to see them it was alright and he was grateful for the chance.

He scurried out the door, shy.

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When Jack arrived back at the office, his head was spinning he was worried about facing Mark as the company said they'd email the photos to Mark as soon as they could and he didn't want to be there to see the disappointment on his features. Jack was pacing the office back and fourth sometimes his shoes making an awful squeaking noise as he did so, perhaps he should leave just leg it - A door opened to reveal Mark with not a hair out of place and two cups of coffee in his hands, it somewhat reminded Jack of that time Mark had brought him coffee and stuttered over it mumbling and flustering only to have Mark take the coffee with a smile.

"Your photos were fantastic, you looked like a natural." Jack froze on the spot.

"Really?" He asked, unable to keep the sheer surprise out of his voice.

"Yes, Please consider becoming a model." Jack just sipped his coffee, thinking; considering. He didn't think he was cut out for modeling nor did he think he was pretty but when Mark had called him it it made him feel pretty. Maybe that's what it was about.

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Turns out Jack did do some shoots but he didn't do it all the time but when he did Mark would take the photos and always tell him how pretty he was, in still fluster Jack even now, a whole year later. He never ever thought he'd do modeling but here he was, Mark would always say that Jack could put him out his job. But he didn't think he was serious until after a particular shoot which involved Jack in some over-sized hoodies and then a suit, Mark approached him.

"I want you to take my job." Jack nearly fell off the seat he was sitting on and shook his head.

"Mark, Why would I do that? You're made for this." Because you are the one with the perfect hair and soft eyes and a face fit for the camera, you are the pretty one, not me. Jack wanted to say.

"But people want somebody like you, Jack. Someone with dyed hair and pretty blue eyes, somebody so perfect even with messy hair in the morning."

Jacks head spun with all the compliments in one sentence.

Somebody like you. Pretty. Perfect.

"Mark I-" Mark was kissing him, him! Of all the models he worked with, of all the people he could have in the world he was kissing Jack, Jack the one that woke up with drool on his pillow - Jack the one with hairs out of place.

"You are a model when you aren't infront of a camera and thats important, Jack. Prettiest person Ive ever seen."

Jack was absolutely swooning.

"Mark, please. You are flawless. I am not."

"I like you because you arent flawless. Im 'flawless' because that's my image." Mark sighed, kissing him again. There was a little bite to that sentence, as if Mark hadn't intend his image to be that way but it was and now he couldn't break that.

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Jack didn't expect being a 'model' to be like it was. He had people telling him left right and center how pretty he was and all but the only person he wanted to hear it from and did quite often was Mark, who took all the shots. Mark made Jack feel pretty - in front and off camera, that even if he had a few hairs out of place or a messy shirt or a few bits of stubble he had missed he was pretty but how well he scrubbed up in front of the camera and Jack didn't feel like he had to be pretty all the time, and Jack made Mark feel like he was perfect when he showed flaws, when he woke up in the morning with all his messy haired, gravelly voice glory - when he had syrup on his face or when he looked exhausted after a long day that it was okay not to be picture perfect all the damn time.

Jack didn't need a camera to show him how pretty Mark was; But he needed Mark to tell him how pretty he was in front of it instead of hiding behind it - like the world was missing out on Jacks beauty before, he still didn't think he was pretty but he felt it.

Mark had always been in front of a camera, always been picture perfect; Having Jack there, seeing him in the morning with his blue irises laced with nothing but love and admiration it made him feel alive, like all the good photos he had ever taken never even mattered because when he was off camera he was perfect.

Pretty.

and

Perfect,  a suited pair.