I apologise profusely for my lack of updating and to be honest, I have no reasonable excuse. Please forgive me for any grammar mistakes as this is being published rather late at night and I haven't proofread as harsh as usual.  Also, feel free to send a request or prompt to my PM at any time!

  This Imagine was requested by: @Stilinskifox. Merci Beaucoup for your wonderful request!  Xx

  Blurb: James needs a model for his photography profile and he has his eyes on Tom's girlfriend.

Warnings:  Yes, thank you, Jim, there seems to be strong fronts of lame sarcasm and harsh storms of clapbacks expected in the next few thousand words. It's best to keep your butthurt attitudes indoors at all times.  Back to you, Jim.  

    "Y/N, turn your head," James commands as he positions the camera. "No the other way."

Y/N sighs and turns her head the opposite way. Tom snorts and covers his evident amusement of the situation. Y/N turns back towards him with a scowl.

"I am so glad you find this amusing, Tom." Y/N says sarcastically as James once again orders her to change positions.

"James, this is for your photograph profile not for the Police Records." Y/N says in a low tone as she positions herself once again against the tree.

"Mug shots, profiles, same diff." James mutters as he takes another shot.

Y/N opened her mouth to protest but was cut off by Tom. "I think we should take a quick break."

"Thank goodness." Y/N stumbles over to Tom and falls ungracefully into his arms.

Tom laughs at her tired form lying in his open arms. He places a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You look beat, sweetheart."

"I feel like someone has taken a sledgehammer to my skull and went to town." She massages her tender temples, wincing at the sensitivity.

"Well, four hours of being a human barbie does that to a person." Tom comments as he brushes away a stray piece of hair from Y/N's face.

"Except barbie is not alive and suffering like I am." Y/N groans into Tom's chest.

"Just a little longer, ok?" Tom bribes quietly. "And then I will get you a coffee."

"Hmmm...no." Y/N answers swiftly, still clutching onto Tom's torso.

"And a chocolate chip muffin."

"Alright James! What are we waiting for?" Y/N turns instantly and walks back over to where James stands.

Tom watches as Y/N heads to James' every demand, her body moving at his will and her face igniting with a variety of emotions. Her face ignites into a smile and she laughs at something James says as he continuously snaps her every move.

"Alright, finally, I just want you to walk as you would then look over your shoulder." James directs her down the cobblestone pathway.

She saunters down the path at his command and turns to look over her shoulder. The wind whips her hair around her at its will. James' finger stays on the camera button, the shutter continuous clicking as he snaps each movement of the woman.

"That's perfect." James whispers to himself, lowering his camera to examine his shots.

Y/N shoots him a satisfied smile and walks over to examine the shots with him. A small smile tugs at her lips as she examines the shots, each picture capturing such raw and beautiful emotion.

"James," Y/N whispers in awe. "These are beautiful."

"I knew you'd like them," James gives her a prideful smile. "Was it worth the sprained ankle?"

"James...You pushed me down that hill." Y/N crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. "And as far as I'm concerned, 'For the sake of art', still doesn't count as a valid excuse."

"Hey, not my fault you wouldn't roll voluntarily!" James raises his hands in defence.

"So, in your mind, 'no' means, 'oh, hey, let's give her a massive shove and see what happens'?" Torhyl counters.

"Whatever works, right?" James shrugs, wearing a fake smile of innocence.

"Well, all I know is that everything else is working...except my ankle so...no, that's not how it works."

"Sorry, Y/n," James places a hand on her shoulder and sighs. "But that's not my problem."

James sprints away in a desperate attempt to escape Y/N's wrath. Y/N wears a furious look as she begins to limp after him. Tom rushes over to stop her from running any further.

"You can't run forever!" Y/N screams after James. Y/N leans in and whispers to Tom. "Hold me back."

Tom's arms latch around her waist and Y/N puts up an effort to escape, playing the captive role to mess with James. "You're lucky he's holding me back, boy!"

Tom restrains her as she wriggles around in a falsified attempt to escape. Once James is out of sight, Y/N falls limp into Tom's arms.

"Phew, I think we lost him." Y/N stands up and turns to face Tom.

"I believe you meant, 'scared him'." Tom crosses his arms at her.

"Same thing." Y/N shrugs.

"I don't think I've ever seen him run so fast." Tom looks down the pathway to try and spot his younger brother.

"If photography doesn't work out he could always try out for Usain Bolt's position, I hear there's a vacancy." Y/N jokes, following Tom's gaze.

"Oh, that's low." Tom gives her a shocked gasp.

"Like your testosterone levels?" Y/N raises a fist to her lips and gives him a victorious smirk. "OH! BURN!"

"You must be tired," Tom comments. "Your jokes are never this terrible otherwise."

"Hey, that's a lie." Y/N rebuts.

"Yeah, you're right," Tom replies. "They're just always terrible."

Tom mimics her action and sends her a cheeky grin. "OH! BURN!"

"Wow, ouch, ok." Y/N grasps at her chest and looks into her palm. "Okay, not like I needed a heart anyway."

"Since when did you ever have one?" Tom asks, raising a brow.

"That was about as painful as a rubber band to the groin." Y/N replies casually. "But you wouldn't know what that feels like, hey, honey?"

Y/N pats Tom's shoulder sympathetically.

"Ok, now that was a low blow." Tom grunts.

Y/N snorts at the comment and Tom lets out a sigh. Y/N raises her hands in surrender as she refrains from laughter. "Hey! You did that one on your own!"

Y/N wraps her arms around Tom's waist and gives him an innocent smile. "You may be goofball." She says. "But you're my goofball."

Y/N places her lips on Tom's, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. Tom's fingers brush Y/N's hair away from her face as her stares at her lovingly. He leans down and captures her lips once more, the feeling of warmth spreading through his body with each passing second.

The two's passionate moment was soon interrupted by the sound of a camera shutter going off beside them. The two snap apart and stare at the unwanted intruder.

James stands with his camera mid-pose, his finger hovering above the camera button. James's face slowly morphes into a wide grimace as the couple's stares bore into him.

"Ok, now, it's official," Y/N takes a deep breath before continuing. "I'm going to kill him."

James gives her a hesitant laugh before bolting once again. He sprints off into the distance, soon to be followed by an angry invalid and her equally infuriated boyfriend.