#a quick photo 📷

[fallbackin-time]

*Lu Guang is in the sunroom, for once on the floor, with his back against the heater and a book in his hands. Apparently the -10°C outside are too cold for him.*

-@watch-time-flow

(As promised :D)

Cheng Xioshi was just walking past with some photos, spotting him he ends up putting the photos on the nearest surface and walking over, concerned but also finding it a little funny

“Why are you on the floor?”

[wendichester]

˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ say cheese,

summary. making memories in the Impala.

pairing. dean winchester + reader

wordcount. 869.

Dean’s hands rest casually on the wheel of the Impala, one wrist draped over the top as he hums along to some old Zeppelin track. You’re supposed to be navigating, but the map is nowhere in sight. You’ll have to give directions to Dean soon.

“Where’d you put the map?” you ask, leaning over to rifle through his duffle bag on the floor. “How do you manage to find anything in here?” You grumble. 

Dean glances at you, smirking. “It’s called organization, sweetheart. Try looking in the side pocket.”

“You’re hilarious,” you deadpan, unzipping the bag. But as you dig around, your fingers brush against something solid and foreign. You pull it out, blinking in surprise. “A Polaroid camera?”

Dean glances at it briefly before turning his attention back to the road. “Oh, yeah. Found that in the bunker last week. Thought I’d bring it along. Ya’ know, for kicks.”

“You, of all people, brought a camera?” you tease, holding it up. “What, planning on documenting your greatest hits?”

Dean smirks. “You kidding? With my face? Every picture’s a masterpiece.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Go on, take a picture,” he says, throwing you a quick glance. “Might as well get my good side while you’ve got the chance.”

“You only have one side, Winchester,” you quip, lifting the camera and aiming it at him.

Dean grins, the kind of grin that’s all cocky charm and a little bit dangerous. “You saying I’m perfect, sweetheart?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you reply in a mumble, but your grin betrays you as you hit the button.

Click.

The camera whirs, spitting out the film. You wave it in the air, watching the image develop. Dean glances over, curious.

“Let me see,” he says, holding out a hand.

“Eyes on the road!” you scold, tucking the photo against your chest. “You’ll see it later.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Bet it’s my best one yet.”

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips slightly when you glance at the photo again. He’s mid-grin, sunlight catching his profile just right, and for a second, you forget to breathe.

“Your turn,” Dean says, breaking the moment.

“What?” Dean grabs the camera from your lap with one hand, holding it up as he keeps the other on the wheel. “Dean, you can’t take a picture while driving!”

“Relax,” he says, glancing over at you. His grin softens, just a little. “C’mon, give me that smile.”

You shake your head, trying to look annoyed, but he’s got that way of getting under your skin. Before you can stop yourself, you’re smiling anyway.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs, and then—

Click.

The flash blinds you for a second, and you groan. “If we crash and die, I swear I’ll haunt your ass.”

Dean just grins, glancing at the developing photo before sliding it into his shirt pocket. “Trust me, sweetheart, dying would be worth it if it means I get to keep this shot.”

You narrow your eyes at him, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. “You’re such a dork.”

“And you’re gorgeous,” he shoots back smoothly, not missing a beat. His eyes flick over to you for just a second, like he’s daring you to say something. “But you already knew that.”

Your pulse jumps and you bite your lip, trying to not give him the satisfaction, but yeah—your heart’s totally doing flips. You lean forward, reaching for the camera. “Yeah, right.” 

Dean’s smirk just gets wider, and for a second, you swear he’s got this magic power over you like he can make you feel like the most alive person in the world with just a look. “Wanna take the camera?” he asks, and his grin turns a little mischievous. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m all yours. Take your best shot.”

For a split second, you freeze, but then you snap out of it, snatching the camera from his hands with a smirk of your own. “Give me that. Let’s see how photogenic you are when you’re flustering like an idiot.”

“Fluster?” Dean scoffs, holding the camera just out of your reach. “Sweetheart, I don’t fluster. I smolder.”

You roll your eyes, leaning closer as you try to grab it, and Dean doesn’t move away. His gaze flicks to yours, lingering for a beat longer than necessary. The air between you shifts, the playful tension crackling like static.

“You want the camera?” he says, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that always makes your heart skip. “Take your shot, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

You freeze for just a second, recomposing yourself. And then, with a laugh, you snatch the camera from his hand.

“Keep talking, Winchester,” you say, aiming it at him again. “This time, I’ll catch you looking stupid.”

Dean chuckles, and the sound is like a challenge in itself. “Oh, you’ll have to try harder than that. I don’t do dumb—I do hot.”

You narrow your eyes, feeling a rush of heat. “Sure, Dean. Sure you do.”

You catch him looking at you from the corner of your eye, and your heart skips. The way his lips curl, the way his eyes flicker… he’s definitely got you exactly where he wants you.

[shuploc]

He asked me to snap a quick photo of him 📷

[my313]

instagram bf!beomgyu 🐻📷

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ love - rocco

⋆ pairing: bf!beomgyu x f!reader

⋆ warnings/themes: fluff, pda, paris trip w gyu, has some insta story pics, suggestive at the end but not rly?, i love writing cute whipped men beomgyu will not be exempt!!!!

a/n: only a few days until cb!! so have this hehe <3 been thinking abt it since he opened his insta acc .. and the amount of pics hes taken for user page.soobin!!! me 🤝 beomu photographer agenda

your friends compliment how well your paris pictures turned out, gushing about how they can tell you’re glowing even through their phone screens. one of them even asks how you smile so genuinely. your colleague asks how your candids look picture-perfect, as if the sun knew when to kiss your skin, or when the moon illuminated the swell of your cheeks, and especially as if the camera just knew when to shoot.

there is no magic to your pictures, but you have something — rather, someone — quite close.

your boyfriend of many years, choi beomgyu, had always had a knack for making things appear more beautiful in his capable, calloused hands. though, if he heard you now, he’d give you a scolding, “the camera just captures your beauty. it’s not any of my doing, babe.”

maybe that’s a half-truth, but you know that your boyfriend definitely works his magic on you.

because when beomgyu has a lens in his hold, be it your phone or an ebay-bought digicam; it’s his love for you that carries. every frame that manages to reach yours or his instagram following, even the ones tucked safely behind your phone case and in his wallet.

it’s all a culmination of beomgyu’s lovestruck gaze, his animated attempts of hyping you up, the jokes you pass back and forth, and the utter adoration you have for him.

you vividly remember the night you and beomgyu aimlessly strolled around paris. the streets would appear dull to many, but you and beomgyu could make any city an enamoring experience with your uncontrollable fits of laughter, mischievous giggles, and the comical sway of your clasped hands back and forth.

like most tourists, you end up by the eiffel tower.

when beomgyu unclasps your hands to paw at the lens cover of his camera, you laugh. “isn’t it illegal to take pictures here at night?”

he moves the camera to his face, trying to look through the viewfinder with one eye shut. “you know what’s illegal, baby?” he redirects his gaze to your unassuming face, the camera moved to the side.

“hm?” your head tilts, genuinely curious.

beomgyu bites down on his lip to hide the growing smile he always can’t seem to control when you’re at mercy to his foolishness. one of the things he loves about you is the way you’re simultaneously gullible and quick enough to join the banter he sets up.

his index finger positions itself on the button readily, shifting back to cameraman mode with the chunky piece of technology blocking out his face.

“to not take photos of my gorgeous, most prettiest, scrumptious, girlfriend that i can frame and put up everywhere.” click.

you stare at him, dumbfounded. even more confused by the click of his camera. you don’t hear it again until seconds later when you throw your head back to let out a boisterous laugh; the ridiculous kind that only beomgyu loves and other tourists hate. click.

when your face is back in the viewfinder, beomgyu shoots again. it feels as though the lens is brought to a new life when you’re the muse, because beomgyu’s rose-coloured gaze shifts the world the camera sees through a pinkish filter — one with hearts and sparkles everywhere. all because of you.

the warmly-lit eiffel tower shies in comparison to the warmth of the grin etched on your lips, cheeks about to burst. click. click. click. one more with flash.

beomgyu makes a halt, capping the lens and slinging the camera over his neck again. you’re calming down from your laughing fit, but you still clutch at your stomach breathlessly. beomgyu takes this as a chance to walk over and take you into his arms.

he nestles you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest like you were too shy to look up at him. a chaste kiss to your forehead prompts you to look up at beomgyu. he smiles fondly at you, “wanna see the photos?”

you grumble, falling back into his chest. his hearty laugh makes you feel the vibrations, and you can’t picture being with anyone else in this lifetime or the next. “i guess…”

he lets you pull away, but only so far. beomgyu’s arms never stray too far, especially when he’s not holding your hand. he wraps an arm around your waist and huddles you in, like showing you these candid pictures of you laughing at his nth stupid joke was some top secret.

“this one’s gonna be a banger, babe…” he scrolls through the camera’s memory roll. “credit me when you post, okay?” he pouts at you.

you roll your eyes, more dotingly than in irritation. “clout chaser…”

“nooo..” he whines.

“i just want people to see who’s behind the camera, making you laugh, seeing you at your most beautiful.” beomgyu’s shift from teasing to sentimental has you cooing. you can’t help but give him a little head pat, one of his favourite forms of affection. like a puppy.

you nod, laughing along. “don’t worry, everyone knows. but i’ll do it for you, my struggling artist~”

“i won’t be struggling anymore if you gimme kiss,” back to taking jabs. his lips are in a pout and you’re tempted to pinch them with your fingers, knowing he’ll grumble cutely.

“c’mon, it’s commission for the photos. good deal, right?”

you peck his lips multiple times, then one on either side of his cheek. by the time you finish, he looks like a smiling fool. you poke at his whisker dimples while your other hand holds his hand.

“i’ll give you an even better payment if we go back to the hotel now. what d’you think, pretty boy?”

beomgyu has never walked that fast in his life.

[junhui-png]

Starring: love ˙✧˖📷 ⋆｡ ˚

actor!jeonghan x fem!reader

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Summary: You always had trouble finding love, but that never bothered you as you like to be independent. You had opened a cafe on Main Street all by yourself and was things were going great without a boyfriend so you simply thought “who needs a boyfriend anyways?” ? But that changed once you had met the man of everyone’s dream, Yoon Jeonghan.

Notes: I'm finally cured from write block, and I felt like writing something else besides "Puppy Love' but dont worry I haven't abandoned it, like I promised it's coming back in may but till then please enjoy this short series!

Warnings: Cursing and thats really it…

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"Order for Michaela!" Your voice boomed over the chattering of your customers. It was a Friday and you hadn't had the least of doubt that it was going to be busy that morning. You opened up a cozy cafe on Main street with your best friend, Lee Seokmin, who you've known since Highschool, and your part timers, Kim Chaewon and Lee Sohee who have also been with you since the store had first opened. "y/n I'm gonna clock out in a bit ok?" Chaewon taps on your shoulder and you give her a slight nod. You continue to serve and take orders till closing time, were you, Seokmin, and Sohee were closing up the shop. "Imma head out first, see ya'll tomorrow!" Seokmin flashes his signature golden smile while walking out the front door, waving us goodbye. You and Sohee finish cleaning up the cafe shortly after Seokmin's depature and make your way towards your apartment complex "You know Yoon Jeonghan?" Sohee speaks up "No..?" You reply "Of course you don't your a fuckin old hag" Sohee says with a sigh, continuing to scroll through his phone "God, you kids are so disrespectful now a days" You scoff, grabbing a hold of his neck and tug at the back of his neck, causing him to yell out in pain "thats what you get you brat" you chuckle, Sohee takes a few steps away from you, for safety measures. "But like I was saying, He's apparently coming to New York to film a drama" He says, a hint of excitement laced through his voice "Sohee, New York is big, what are the possibilities that he's going to be filming anywhere near main street?" Sohee lets out a sigh at your down putting response "Wow thanks alot." His tone sarcastic. You both make it to your apartment complex before parting ways. You open the door to your apartment and immedtaly throw your bag to the side and remove your shoes. Your quick to change into your pajamas and brush you teeth etc. You got into bed, ready to go to sleep when your phone buzzes. "He might start filming this week" Read the text Sohee had sent you. You let out a "tsk" in response and simply send him a thumbs up emoji before heading to bed.

The next morning you changed into your usually work attire, a simple white button up with a pair of cream colored dress pants. You wear your favorite pair of white sneakers and grab your bag before leaving your apartment. Once you make it to the front of your apartmen Sohee is already outside, waiting for you. Sohee lives only a few stories apove your apartment, which was also how you had met him before the opening of your cafe. You and Sohee begin the short walk over to your cafe. Both you and Sohee's phones light up from a text sent in your groupchat. "What the hell is going on" Chaewon had sent with a photo of a bunch of vans and camera and people crowding main street "What's happening?" Sohee only shrugs in response as you continue your way to work, only a little faster this time. Once you had arrived at the cafe both Chaewon and Seokmin rushed up to the two of you "Whats going on?" Sohee asks, glaring over at the chaos to the left of the cafe "I think there filming something" Seokmin says, pointing out that the people who were rushing around were all wearing shirts that read "Staff" on the back. With that, Sohee gasps, catching you all off guard "Yoon Jeonghan!" He shrieks and you all whip your head over towards the set to see a beautiful man with long luscious black hair that reached down to about his shoulder and a tall and slender build. His aura soft yet powerful, his delicate features complimenting everything about him. “Wow.." he truly looked like an angel. "god he's beautiful" Chaewon's mouth basically hanging open as she watches the beautiful man "I told you!" Sohee shakes you out of your trance. "Ok guys let's just open up the shop, alright?" You fumble through your bag to find the keys to the store.

Today was even more busy then it had been yesterday and the four of you definitely all knew why. Yoon Jeonghan. But you didn't mind, after all it was just bring you in more money. The day went by quickly, people rushing in and out, customers complaining, and so one. Basically another normal day just five times more hectic. You begin to clean up around the store when you hear the bells from the front door go off "Welcome!" You shout, turning your customers service voice back on. You place the broom down and turn around, your eyes widen at the site in front of you. Yoon Jeonghan simply standing there, glancing over the menu above you. His hair put up into a ponytail, his bangs slightly coming undone in front of his face. You quickly fix yourself before rushing over to the cashier "What would you recommend?" His fixes his glance down to you, making eye contact. You immediately look down towards the register, feeling flustered. "Depends on what you like" You shrug, clearing your throat and looking back up at him and he nods "Maybe something sweet?" He says "How about a Vanilla latte?" You suggest "I'll take whatever you suggest" The beautiful man says, a small smirk on his lips. "Alright that will be $4.45" The man pulls out his card and hands it to you, which you swipe it through the reader "Your order will be out in a few minutes" You flash him a smile and he returns it "Take your time" You immediately get to work on his order when Chaewon and Sohee both come rushing to your side from the supply room "No way that just happened" Chaewon grabs onto your arm all giddy. "I think he wants you" Sohee giggles, shaking you for the second time today "Ya'll are too much, just go finish closing up" You roll your eyes and the two giggle before rushing off into the back. You place the cap on his order and place it on the pick-up table "Sir your order is ready" You call out and his head snaps up from his phone. He gets up and picks up the coffee giving you a smile "Thank you" his voice so sweet your heart was filled with warmth "Of course, please enjoy!" You return the smile. You watch as he walks towards the door and you turn back around to turn off the lights "Oh and also sorry for the bother outside" You turn around and Jeonghan is still standing there by the door. He points outside to the Vans and people by the side of your cafe "Don't worry about it, good luck on your shoot" Jeonghan takes one more look towards your before heading out. You turn off the lights and pack up. Once you walk out Sohee is there again, waiting for you "god he's so beautiful.." You let out a sigh, sensing a rant coming up "And first of all, This was the first time I've ever seen you flustered in like what 4 years which is actually insane" And just like that Sohee's rant began "I was so shocked you like never show any emotions besides like anger and just being calm I guess.” Sohee pauses and look at you for a second "I mean I'm not calling you some heartless freak but you kinda are" You roll your eyes at the kids honest statement "AND the way he looked at you, HELLO? That shit was for sure love at first sight" Sohee giggles like a middle school fangirl at the last part "Ok bud.." You say with sarcasm and he laughs "No I'm being serious, he was definitely tryna get your attention" Sohee begins once again "I'll take whatever you suggest" Sohee says, mimicking what Jeonghan had said earlier "I mean come on, he was definitely flirting" Sohee scoffs a bit at your at your very little knowledge of romance "First of all, I wasn't flustered and second he wasn't flirting he literally just didnt know what to get" You say but Sohee shakes his head. The two of you reach your apartment complex and say your goodnights before heading your separate ways. You enter your apartment and get ready to sleep, the thoughts of earlier replaying in your head and you giggle at the thought of what Sohee had said "What the hell.." You mumble to yourself. "What's up with you today?' You thought to yourself but you were to tired to think to much of it and just went to bed.

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Teachers Pet 🍎💋 [ part 9 ] Weekday Rescue!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI // 18+ only

PHOTO 📷 CREDIT • ♥️ DIVIDER

⚠️ Caution Warning ⚠️ TEACHER X STUDENT - - TEACHER CRUSH - - AGE GAP - - LEWD FANTASIES - - SLOW BURN

We’re back in business, babes! ✨ we finally made it ! enjoy a long cute chapter <3

[part eight]

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Aizawa was currently fixated on exams and hero work. Even though he still had a hero mentor to check up on his progress out in the field, Aizawa was able to catch up with the big leagues.

Even his older peers were shocked by his maturity and professionalism.

With the help of his team, he was able to bind down a sketchy villain. He was easy to pin down, a low level goon for sure but he was quick on his feet and had super speed.

The team from his hero agency found themselves thanking the young third year for the help. Without his erasure quirk, they probably would’ve ran around in circles looking for the low tier villain till sunset.

Aizawa could only tug his scarf and muttered thanks. He still wasn’t use to receiving compliments.

“Truth be told, but I think you gotta give yourself more credit, Aizawa.” One of the masked heroes chuckled lightly.

Another one chipped in. “Yeah, I admit, I was afraid of your quirk being a danger to us but you’re a natural at using it against those villains.” They laughed nervously. “Glad you’re on our side.” A sidekick added after.

To Aizawa, it feels weird after finally receiving recognition. The last time he had this amount of support was from only one teacher…

But sadly, the semester was close to the end and his studies were more focused on hero work than ever before. That meant general education became sidelined or given not much time at all.

Aizawa got to see less and less of Miss (Y/n) as hero agencies contacted UA and scooped up promising third year students.

Yes, he knew this would happen when he applied at UA but that was before he knew he’d catch feelings for a certain teacher that was kind and caring to him for the first time.

You were the very few people that encouraged him and wanted to see him succeed. And it actually felt genuine when you said it.

It felt..nice to hear…

Maybe he’ll go visit her after field training..it is a weekday so she’ll definitely still be at UA teaching. He concluded to himself.

Patrolling around his assigned town, his mentor told him he should probably take a break.

Aizawa found himself hungry and walking to the closest convenience store nearby to grab a snack.

As he walked, two young kids approached Aizawa with a cute curiosity.

“Whoa! A hero in training!!” Aizawa had to admit, after receiving looks from adults who passed by him with some passive looks, it felt weird hearing a kid praise and gush about him.

“That costume is super cool! What’s the scarf made of?” the kid pointed directly at Aizawa's bandaged scarf. The teen was at a loss for words, he didn't expect so much attention this quick. He told Hizashi that this was the only part of being a hero he wasn't the biggest fan of. The attention and media stuff.

"It's actually a special bandage made especially for my powers." Aizawa let it slide since they were kids and were curious about a hero's costume.

"SOOO COOL!!!"

"When I become a hero, I'm getting a cool scarf!"

"Whaaaat?? No fair! I called dibs!"

"Since when?" "Since now!"

The kids soon ran off, still going back and forth about hero costumes, leaving Aizawa confused and by himself again.

He strolled into the convenience store and was greeted by a friendly clerk at the register. He could use a snack for today. He sighed as he walked around the small aisle of chips. All these looked pretty good. But alas, he was short on cash, only enough for a small bag and a subway back home.

Aizawa could take what he can get. Hopefully, there's some home-cooked food waiting for him.

A bell rang as the store's door opened, Aizawa could faintly hear small heels clanking against the store tile floor.

Aizawa didn't think much of it until he heard a voice.

"Got any scratchers today?" A woman's voice perked his ears a bit. His head peeked from the aisle, viewing the women standing in front of the register as the clerk looked behind him.

Aizawa walked towards her, chips he found in hand.

"Miss (L/n)?"

She let out a small gasp and turned her heels, facing her student. "Oh! Aizawa, what a nice surprise!" She warmly smiled at the third-year student. Aizawa admitted it, he was happy to see her again. Her smile was kind and sweet, and her figure was also something he missed too--damn it! Now is not the time...

"How are hero studies going?" she asked. "I've been told third-year students are working as heroes full time now." She added.

Gosh he missed hearing your voice so much! He felt his neck feel hotter by the second seeing your pretty smile.

Aizawa did his best to look cool and unbothered, unfortunately that left him stunted with his words. He tugged at his scarf a bit and replied, “Yeah, we’re getting a lot more involved with the police and crime is getting a lot more overwhelming to patrol around towns and cities.”

Aizawa may have over exaggerated with the work stuff in order to sound busy then he was. He didn’t wanna be cottled but at the same time, wanted Miss (L/n)’s praise on how hard he’s worked…just a bit of an ego stroke…please.

His English teacher only nodded and hummed at his reply, eyes winded in shock when he mentioned the overwhelming assignments.

“Well I must say Aizawa, you seem to be holding your own, despite the circumstances.” She smiled. “Keep this up and you might surpass all the pros and adults in the near future.” She winked, teasing but encouraging the young hero. Aizawa was taken aback but humbly thanked her afterward. Definitely reminding him why he still has a small crush on you…

“Five scratches for you, miss?” The clerk spoke up, waving the lottery cards behind her. She turned her heels and attention away from the third year, she smiled and perked up, “Oh yes! Thank you sir! These will do fine.”

Aizawa walked his way back to the corner aisle where all the chips were and went straight to the fridge doors to find a cold drink to wash down his chips with.

Aizawa knew that this fantasy crush wouldn’t make sense in reality. Miss (L/n) clearly saw him as just a kid, nothing more. Although the teasing was friendly and a nice ego boost, it was just that, friendly.

It could never be.

Another bell ring chimed the store. Aizawa heard but wasn’t in view of who it was. (Y/n) was leaning by the counter, scratching her lottery tickets with a coin, taking her time.

The soles of military boots stomped down against the thin tile. The clerk perked his head and smiled.

“Welcome sir! Just browsing through or—“ A gun clocked and silence came almost immediately.

A rough scuffed voice could be heard. “Give me everything in the register.” He warned. (Y/n) gasped immediately, dropping her penny that she was using to scratch her ticket. She and along the clerk raised their hands up slowly, fear and worry on their faces.

Aizawa sharply turned, panic ensued. He immediately laid low within the small aisle. Gulping as sweat beads followed. This was not good. At least he knew the robber didn’t know he was here.

The celebration didn’t last though as his anxiety shot through the roof when he peaked his eyes through the counters and saw Miss (L/n) shaking, her standing frozen solid in fear. Crap! She’s a hostage too!

“Anything else s-sir?” The clerk muttered lowly. The robber hummed to himself.

“Get me some smokes! Actually, on second thought, some cigars.” The robber chuckled.

He gritted his teeth and brows frowned. The lowlife of robber wasn’t gonna get away…not on his watch.

Although anxiety got the better of him as he came back to reality. He couldn’t call for backup! Any communication would make too much noise and draw attention to himself. Making three hostages in the process. If was gonna prevent this robbery with no one getting hurt, he had to make his moves count!

The clerk gave the man a small package of cigars, as he did the man turned his attention to (Y/n), darkly smirking as he looked at her figure up and down. The teacher blushed and a look of discomfort followed.

“I’m taking this sexy minx with me!”

(Y/n) tried to get away but was pulled by her collar and her back was against that scumbags chest who soon chuckled darkly after. He’s hand grabbed both her wrists together and the other held a gun to her head. She gritted her teeth and struggled at his grasp.

“Let me go you, dick! You got what you wanted!” She spat, hatred and spite lingered in her words as she cursed at him.

“Nah doll, with this cash and cigars, we’re gonna have some fun together.” She was absolutely disgusted. Such scum, so greedy and pathetic that he could’ve just walked away with the money. The robber meanwhile was smitten and full of life, even after receiving a death glare from her.

“Oh don’t give me that, doll!” He teased, tightening his grip on her. She winced in pain, still eyeing him up with hate and scorn.

“I don’t see any pros here..” he laughed. “So who’s gonna stop me?”

“Nothing can! That’s what!” He answered himself confidently.

Aizawa knew that was his cue, he wiped his scarfs as far as he could, taking him by surprise!

Just then, the robber slipped on the tile, landing on his side. Unbeknownst to him as he boasted his victory, Aizawa wrapped his scarf around the robber’s ankles, pulling it caused his legs to fused and fall on his face against the tile.

Miss (L/n) quickly followed suit and elbowed the scums’ stomach to keep him down, running away as Aizawa rushed in.

Aizawa took the liberty of pinning the robber down on the cold tile as he had him all tangled up to make sure he wasn’t gonna move a single inch!

Aizawa called the police and said they were on their way. Miss (L/n) approached the clerk and ask if he was alright. Clerk nodded his head, still pretty shaken up. The teacher gently took him outside the store for some fresh air and assured him. “It’s all over, sir. The police are on their way.” She looked back and saw Aizawa still restraining the guy, and noticed how knocked out cold he was. Thank goodness.

She was immensely proud of Aizawa tonight! He handled that scum robber like a pro (no pun intended) and did his best to immediately call for back up. He was improving fast and had the marks of a future pro hero, no denying that! She never doubted Aizawa in the slightest.

After the police and some local pros came to assist the aftermath, media reporters interviewing witnesses or as many people that could be asked questions about what went down.

You opted to only report to the pros, to be honest, it was mostly you praising young Eraserhead. Police questioned and asked you if you were hurt but you assured them nothing crazy happened. You mentioned that the robber was being kind of a creep but you decided to not press charges.

Aizawa was a lot more quieter than usual, seeing all these media reporters and onlookers at the scene wasn’t what he expected to be in the middle of. He originally came for some cheap chips for lunch and few hours later, he’s being bombarded with reporters asking who he is.

He just wanted lunch…

Although he’s glad you’re safe and sound. He didn’t expect to be your savior today. It genuinely annoyed him how that criminal was treating you like an object and asking you for ‘a good time’. Pathetic.

He didn’t realize how mad he got, that he must’ve pinned down the guy a little too aggressive that he accidentally knocked him out cold when the police carried him away.

Oops

Aizawa turned his head, Miss (L/n) smiled, ear to ear, approaching him.

“You did an amazing job today, Eraserhead…” she warmly praised, winking as she said his hero name. Aizawa’s heart skipped a beat.

“Not your scene huh?” She asked simply, noting his quiet demeanor at the cameras and loud bystanders. Aizawa only sighed and shook his head.

She gasped, an idea sprung from her head. Aizawa cocked his head in confusion.

“How about we get outta here, lunch will be on me.” She flashed a smile. Young Aizawa couldn’t agree more!

Maybe patrol wasn’t so bad after all…

((To Be Continued…))

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THANK YOU ALL SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR BEING PATIENT AND READING MY STORY :DDDDDD

I know the last chapter was back in 2019 but thank you for sticking by my blog regardless 🥺 to show my appreciation, I made a tag list for those that wanna support and see new chapters for this series. Comment below if you wanna be apart of the taglist as well! You all give me inspiration and motivation to keep going with this series! Thank u ! <3 (see ya in 2027! haha jkjkjk)

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[outfitqueer]

Shine Bright: Photo Tips to Capture Your True Self🏳️‍⚧️

Your photos should reflect you—authentic, confident, and radiant! Here’s how to make it happen effortlessly💋

1️⃣ Light is Queen: Face a window for soft, natural light or try golden hour for that dreamy glow💡🔦🛋️ 2️⃣ Find Your Angle: Tilt your chin slightly, relax your shoulders, and work your best side📷📸📹🎥 3️⃣ Polish, Don’t Overdo: A quick touch-up in Lightroom can make your shot pop without looking over-edited💅

The secret? Be yourself and let your confidence shine through! 💕✨

@outfitqueer🏳️‍⚧️

[circe-and-the-wolf]

Quick tonal study of MG (tried very hard to stick to 2.5hr time limit over two days). He’s such an obliging subject with all those beautiful lines and angles 😍 and perfect for practising with 🩶🖤🤍 I love the expression in the reference photo and the fact it’s in profile. I tried to capture his understated-but-OMG-smile and butterfly-inducing vibe, whilst trying very hard not to envy the person he’s looking at like that.

In terms of my learning journey, I started by trying to identify the different values in the reference (pop art style), played with some filters, then had a whale of a time with the smudging tool and then, for the detail, I tried to use techniques I’d read about in Laura H. Rubin’s brilliant book ‘Of Strokes and Shades’, as well as experimented with some of her texture brushes. Tried hard not to overfaff with it, as that way madness lies… but it’s difficult to walk away when there are lots of bits that need work. Ah well, perfect excuse to find my next piece of inspiration!

📷 Original edit I used as a reference is posted above (which I found on the feed of the legendary @pleasereadmeok - I think?! if I can add further details, please let me know as now I can’t find the original link and can’t read the print in my screenshot - sorry). 📷

[noahhawthorneauthor]

Watt felt wrong standing there without Cornelius in the picture, and after Cornelius took the shot he called a fellow passenger to assist with the problem. Cornelius’ face reddened, but he offered the fellow his camera and quickly explained how to use it. He joined them and stood between Watt and Severino, adjusting his hat before tucking his hands into his pockets. He nodded to Severino, then shot Watt a withering look.

“How typical for the photographer not to like having his photo taken,” Watt murmured, fighting a grin.

“It’s just a very valuable piece of equipment,” Cornelius shot back, quiet and whip-quick. Despite his tone, his lip curled upwards. They stared at each other for a moment, then Cornelius winked and turned his attention forward.

Watt looked at the camera too, unable to stop smiling.

🧭🏳️‍⚧️📷

Big shout-out to by @thistlearts for the cover art, Cornelius is such a vibe. 👌👌

Did you know the camera Cornelius uses is a Kodak No. 2 Folding Autographic Brownie? It had a slot where you could write directly on film, and was on the market between 1915-1926.

I obtained a No. 2C Folding Autographic Brownie (rounded body style and 130 film) a few weeks ago from the local thrift shop and cleaned it up, the bellows are too cracked for any good pictures but it feels so cool to have this 100+ year old camera from this story. Better pictures to come soon once it's all put back together.

Blurb:

Cornelius Sawyer is a man of many talents, but forgiveness is not one of them.

Watt Johnson is a man of his word, but not once in his life has he spoken up for himself.

Once connected by the bonds of childhood, threads now severed by the demands of life, the pair are brought together for a once in a lifetime opportunity: an all expenses paid expedition to Brazil, searching for a man the world believes to be long dead, Percy Fawcett. And perhaps, even the Lost City that he was looking for.

Under the guise of doing research work for their respective universities, a reluctant Cornelius and an exhilarated Watt accept the offer and delve into the unknown, trusting no one but themselves. Looking at a map, the route and its dangers seem to be known obstacles which can be easily conquered, a fact that Watt leans on heavily.

But Cornelius is intimately aware that the river has teeth, that the land renders a siren song to those who are desperate to become lost in its mountains and basins. To survive the journey they’ll have to face the enemies within, and trust the other to have their best interests in mind.

After all, the Voice of Wild Places is calling, beckoning the adrift homeward.

The Voice of Wild Places releases in May, 2025.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Picture of us📷💞

A night, Cliff told you about a photo of you that he lost. So you you give him a surprise...

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The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside the window. I stood in the living room, my heart was fluttering in anticipation as I looked down at the small envelope in my hand. The surprise I had been planning for weeks was finally ready. Tonight was the night. He was going to love this. I heard the key turn in the lock, and my heart beated faster. He stepped inside, his hair tousled from the long day, his usual warm smile appearing the moment he saw me. "Hey, love," he greeted, drooping his bass by the door. "Why do you look so excited?" I tried to suppress my grin but failed miserably. "I have something for you," I said, my voice full of excitement. "Oh,?" His eyebrows raised with curiosity as he walked over and gave me a quick kiss.

"What's the occasion, did I forget something?" I shook my head, still smiling. "No occasion, don't worry. Just... something I thought you'd want to see." His interest piqued, he eyed the envelope in my hand."What's in there?" I handed it to him, feeling a little bit nervous. I had spent so much time preparing this, wanting it to be perfect. He had mentioned it once, and that was a month ago, how he wished he could find that one photo.

 The one he lost, the thought he would've never found it again. But I found it. He opened the envelope, pulling out the photo. The moment his eyes landed on it, I saw the realization dawn on his face. He froze, staring at it as if it was something a treasure he never expected to hold again. "This..." He whispered, his voice catching in his throat. "How... how did you find this?" I smiled softly, my hands clasped behind my back as I watched him, the memory in that photograph flooding back to him.

It was an old picture, taken years ago when we were younger, a snapshot of when we were first engaged. Me and him hugged each other, but somehow slipped through the time. He had talked about it once, late at night, telling me that he would have liked to find it again, thinking I wasn't really listening. But I was. And I has it my mission to find it. "It wasn't easy," I admitted, stepping closer to him.

 "But I knew how much it meant to you. So I tracked it down." He looked up at me, his eyes wide with gratitude and disbelief. "So... That night you were listening to me? I can't believe you did this..." I shrugged, though my heart melted at his reaction. "I just wanted to give you something you thought you'd lost." He looked down at the photo again, his fingers tracing the edges. This phot was shot by a his relative and he regretted not holding onto it when he had the chance. It had been tucked in a dusty album in this relative's attic, forgotten by everyone but him. "I haven't seen this in years," he murmered, his voice thick with emotion.

"I didn't even think that I could hold it again in my hands." He set the photo down carefully on the table before turning to face me, his expression soft and full of something deep, something I rarely saw so openly from him. He reached out, pulling me into his arms, his embrace warm and strong. "You have no idea what this means to me," he whispered into my hair. "Thank you." I smiled, my cheek resting against his chest. "I'm just glad I could give it you." We stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the photo lying between us on the table.

 He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering there before pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. "I don't know how you always manage to do this," he said softly, his thumb brushing across my cheek. "You always know exactly what I need, even when I don't." I laughed softly. "Well, that's my superpower." His smile widened, and he cupped my face in his hands, his forehead resting against mine.

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world." The sincerity in his eyes, made my my heart flutter. "I think I'm the lucky one." He kissed me then, slow and soft, but full of love. When we finally pulled away, he glanced at the photo, a quiet smile on his lips. "Let's frame it," he said, reaching for my hand. "Right now?" I asked, a little surprised. "Yeah," he nodded, his voice full of determination. "I want to make sure I never lose it again." 

[fallbackin-time]

*He's walking outside. Just humming to himself. He's on his way to get boba.*

-@dive-through-time

He’s out, just keeping himself busy and humming. Not paying a great deal of attention

[fingersinmyhair]

✊️for Billy lenz and Brahms, and maybe 📷 for Billy lenz?

(Btw I really like your writing stuff)

masturbation headcanons for billy lenz:

ik this falls under phone sex but calls you almost every time he jerks off and if he can't get through to you, will leave a voicemail of him spitting the most obsense, vile, disgusting things you've ever heard, all while he whines and begs you to come home and take care of him

is extremely needy, jerks off 6 times a day

loves fingering himself at the same time

masturbation headcanons for brahms heelshire:

while i agree with the headcanon that his greta pillow is actually a comfort item and he made it to express love the same way love is expressed towards him (credit to @murdermepeacefully) i also genuinely believe he is a pillow fucker in general, he loves grinding against a folded up pillow until he comes

but overall, nothing beats a good, old fashioned, quick, whiny session in the walls, watching you live your daily life, excited to tell you later exactly what it was about you that got him so hard in the first place

he's an exhibitionist but only if he's wearing his mask, he refused to go without it when being that vulnerable.

naughty pictures headcanons with billy lenz:

the more you tease him with pictures, the more he punishes you later, if you consider him fucking you until you're a sobbing, drooling mess a punishment

he loves sending you naughty pictures, especially since he found out he can put stickers on photos with a smart phone. he censors his dick with Christmas themed stickers

(( Thank you so much!!! THat's so kind of you :(((

the ask prompt :3

[quilbug-cam]

🪲ID Guess: Tree Brown Paper Wasp 🌏Location: Queensland, East Australia 📷Camera: Samsung galaxy A33 - Macro camera setting 🌿Date: 13/10/2024

Other photos & notes under cut

I remember it being hard to get a photo of this one because it was so quick

[syncoflove]

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쉽고 빠르게 알려주는 #BOUNCY 강의📌

앵무새 창법 #미미미누 스타일을 얹어

매운맛 3단계 완성한 청양고추 바이브😎🔥

#인기인가요

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Yun Ho X Jong Ho and 2Ho, who are working hard on their beauty

Easy and quick #BOUNCY lecture 📌

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Parrot singing style #Mimiminu style added

Cheongyang pepper vibe completed at level 3 spiciness😎🔥

#Is it popular?

[abeang]

“My aunt's high school reunion was the last place I wanted to be this weekend, but it turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected.”

𐙚˙✧📷 ༘⋆°MY DAY AS A RESORT SNOBೃ࿔*:✈️

Saturday of June 2024 in the midst of summer

Honestly , I didn’t feel very enthusiastic about this weekend trip to Gallego Private Resort. My aunt was planning her high school reunion and I thought I was going to spend my weekend listening to adult’s stories and gossiping.My brain was still stuck on "Weekend Mode: Sleep In,” and the idea of waking up for a reunion was just. .. ugh (and its still 5 in the morning for God sake)

However, family is family .Also, she stated that there would be free food. Therefore, I got up from the bed, put on some clothes and tried to convince myself that a weekend getaway wasn't that bad.

My aunt arrived at my house, and I could tell she was already in a good mood. She was buzzing with excitement, talking about all the things we were going to do . I just nodded along, trying to look excited of whatever’s going to happen. (Honestly, I was just trying to figure out if I had enough time to grab a quick bite before we left.)

The car ride was. . . interesting. The car was bumpy and my aunt was even more talkative and neither was good for my upset stomach and I ended up getting car sick on the way there. (Let’s just say I should have eaten breakfast before we left. ) My aunt, bless her heart, tried to distract me by talking about my future, already planning my college life and suggesting I stay at my cousin’s boarding house. She also said that we were going to the mall next week after the reunion. That kind of cheered me up a little. Shopping mall trips are always fun.

We eventually got to the resort and I was quite shocked as to how beautiful the place was. It was not one of the most beautiful resorts I have ever been to, but it looked quite…nice. Tropical grasses, a swimming pool, and a rather laid-back setting.

My cousins were already there arranging the tables and chairs for the reunion we were to have later that evening. I followed them, pretending I was actually doing something useful while simultaneously attempting to dodge the prospect of being roped into a discussion about my aunt’s high school experience.

The reunion itself was a little hazy. My aunt’s friends were all very friendly but I could not help but feel slightly uncomfortable. They were all chatting about their past and I was simply wondering where they had kept the snacks! My cousins and I got bored and decided to run around the place and entertain ourselves. We had some time to take a few photos, talk about anyone and everything that comes to our mind and just try to escape from the adult talk.

The best moment of the weekend would have to be the karaoke night. Well, it did not occur at night as the word ‘night’ suggests but it was in the afternoon, it was fun all the same. All my aunt’s friends were surprisingly good singers and they sang songs of their choice one after the other. As for me, I am not a big fan of karaoke and can hardly be called a karaoke star. I did not want to sing, but my aunt urged me to do it. I was forced to sing a song by a band I literally dont know, and let’s just say that the performance was unforgettable.

(I am sure that the staff of the resort was behind the bar, watching the performance of a bad singer, which was me. )

The rest of the afternoon was spent swimming in the pool after the karaoke session that was also entertaining. That was the best way to cool off after all the singing. We swim, have fun, and take as many pictures as we could. Despite being the one whose in charge of taking the pictures for the trip, I still took some selfies (Shame! But hey, it’s for the ‘gram).

The evenings were just as beautiful as the days were. We had our meals at a restaurant nearby the resort and really tasty meals, and then went to sleep at a hotel room. As the stars came out, we’d sit on the balcony, breathe in fresh air and look at the beautiful view.

On the next day, we decided to spend it in the pool. It was a hot day after all , and the water was the perfect temperature. We spent the rest of the day splashing around, laughing, and taking photos. (Again)

After the day was over,I was a little sad to leave, but I wasn't exactly heartbroken. I mean, it was a nice resort, but I've definitely seen better. (I'm not saying I'm a resort snob, but I've got standards.)

The drive home was a lot smoother than the drive there. I had learned my lesson about breakfast, so I was feeling much better. My aunt continued chatting about something and I just nodded along. (Honestly, I was just trying to figure out what I was going to eat for dinner.)This trip was a reminder that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones you share with the people you love. And let's be honest, who doesn't love a good karaoke session?

P.S. I'm still not sure what my aunt and her friends talked about during their reunion. My cousins and I were busy making our own kind of noise, about 15 kilometers away from the adult conversation.

[umgeorge]

"Couldn’t say bye to Budapest without a quick photo dump first. 📸👀" - july 25, 2023 📷 @.mercedesamgf1 / twitter