#Photogenic Model Expression

[candylandphotos]

Beauty photo of beautiful model with makeup

"Elegant Beauty: A Captivating Photo of a Stunning Model Enhanced with Flawless Makeup."

[dramagodesss]

four : pose for the fans

playin' the players

y/n's phone

rafe's phone

tuesday, 3:00 PM. studio 2C.

the space was sun-drenched and quiet, all clean white walls and tall windows cracked just enough to let the spring air drift in. you were already setting up when jj walked in—five minutes late, a little smug, holding a soda can and wearing that same “i know i’m hot” expression.

“you’re late,” you said without looking up, adjusting the tripod.

“nah,” jj said, stepping inside and stretching lazily. “i’m fashionably on time. there’s a difference.”

you gave him a quick once-over. clean tee. denim jacket. nothing too loud—just what you asked. “points for following instructions,” you said, holding back a grin. “miracles do happen.”

he tossed his jacket onto a chair and walked toward the backdrop. “so what now? you gonna make me look like a tortured artist? or should i do blue steel?”

you rolled your eyes. “just… sit. act natural. don’t overthink it.”

jj flopped onto the stool, legs splayed wide, arms resting loose on his thighs. you stepped back and lifted your camera, squinting through the viewfinder.

“yeah, okay… not bad. chin up a little.”

“like this?” he tilted his head, eyes locking onto yours with a lazy grin.

you clicked your tongue. “less ‘bedroom eyes,’ more ‘existential crisis.’”

he laughed. “damn. i didn’t realize you liked your models depressed.”

“i like them honest,” you shot back. “now shut up for two seconds, pretty boy.”

you moved in closer, quietly adjusting the angle. jj watched you, his smile softening. and just when you had the shot almost perfect, you paused.

“hold still,” you murmured. “hair’s messing with the light.”

he raised an eyebrow but didn’t move as you stepped in, brushing a thumb across his temple to fix a loose strand. the room felt weirdly quiet all of a sudden.

jj didn’t move. didn’t blink. just watched you.

your hand lingered for a second.

then you said it—low, casual, like it meant nothing. “what? falling in love?”

jj’s breath caught, lips twitching into the ghost of a smile, like he couldn’t decide whether to flirt back or just melt on the spot.

you fixed the strand, adjusted the collar of his tee like you hadn’t just sent his brain into static, and stepped back with the same calm energy.

“relax, maybank. it’s just for the shot.”

you lifted the camera.

click.

jj blinked like he was just now remembering how to breathe. the smirk crept back onto his face, but softer this time. almost… shy.

you kept shooting. quiet clicks in a sunlit room. and for once, he didn’t have anything to say. he just looked at you—eyes less cocky, more curious. like maybe he was trying to figure out what kind of game he’d just walked into… and if he was still winning.

you circled around him again, low to the floor for a wider angle. “elbows on your knees,” you murmured. “lean forward a little. yeah—just like that.”

jj did what you asked without question this time, his gaze following you like gravity. when your shoulder brushed his leg as you stood back up, he didn’t flinch. didn’t move. you felt it—the way his breath hitched just enough to make you smirk behind the lens.

“you always this bossy?” he asked, voice low, the usual edge dulled into something slower.

you shrugged. “only with boys who need direction.”

jj huffed a laugh. “that so?”

“mhm.” you adjusted the focus. “stay still.”

click. click.

“and you always this flirty with your models?” he added, lips tilting.

“only with boys who can take it,” you replied, not missing a beat.

he leaned back slightly, expression somewhere between impressed and wrecked.

you gave him one last look. “a little less smug. more thoughtful. like you’ve got secrets.”

“i do have secrets.”

“yeah?” you smirked, raising the camera again. “hope they’re photogenic.”

click.

jj ran a hand through his hair and gave you a crooked grin. “you know,” he said slowly, “i didn’t think being objectified would feel this good.”

“you’re welcome,” you said, lowering the camera.

you lifted the camera again, already lining up another shot before he could get too cocky.

“smile,” you said softly. “but for real this time.”

jj quirked a brow. “what, you don’t like my usual smirk?”

“you look pretty when you smile.”

his grin came instantly—bigger, real, and so stupidly contagious it almost threw off your focus.

click.

“there it is,” you muttered, almost to yourself. then, louder: “you lil cocky bastard. you love the attention, don’t ya?”

jj let out a full laugh, head tipping back. “you’re the one aiming a camera at me like i’m a piece of art. can you blame me?”

“oh, so now you think you’re art?”

“you just said i’m pretty.”

you snorted. “that was bait. so you’d give me a genuine smile.”

he narrowed his eyes, still smiling. “oh? so it was all strategy?”

“obviously.” you peeked at the preview screen. “but it worked.”

jj stood and padded over to your side, shoulder brushing yours as he leaned in. “lemme see.”

you tilted the camera toward him.

he scrolled through a few frames, mouth twitching. “okay, not to hype myself up but… damn. you’re good.”

“i know.”

“send me the results?”

“only if you say please.”

he turned to you, lips inches from your cheek now, voice low and teasing. “please, winslow.”

you didn’t flinch. just smiled, unbothered. “check your inbox later.”

he lingered a second longer than he needed to, then stepped back with that familiar swagger creeping in again.

“you ever need another model…” he said as he walked to the door, “you know where to find me.”

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[yuutawe]

UNDER THE WATER. } yuta okkotsu . . .

ꖛ summary * an aquarium date with your nerdy boyfriend.

ꖛ warnings! * fluff + sfw‎ ‎ ‎ ‎college au, photographer yuta‎‎ ‎!‎ ‎ ‎ he's a nerd over marine animals, and you love it !‎ ‎ ‎ a lot of stupid facts about jellyfish !‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yuta is 20, reader is 21 in this (although nothing happens) !‎ ‎NOT PROOFREAD.

ꖛ about. * reader is gender-neutral. no anatomy specified + they/them pronouns and genderless nicknames.

ꖛ author's note * this feels really rushed but sighhhhh. just had the idea and wanted to write it down. i hope it's not bad for a first post here. english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes.

ꖛ word count ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 899.

some say that love at first sight is nonsense, but yuta and you have a beautiful variation of this cliché: love at first click. you can still remember his surprised expression when he took the first picture of you. it was simple, an okay request. he needed a model to sit on campus to test the new camera. and then click. one photo became three, and he complimented your physique a lot.

nervous stuttering of calling you photogenic evolved into asking you to be his model more often — until you took the first step to ask for his number. and a year later, you two stand strong: walking down the aquarium while holding hands.

“oh, yeah— and jellyfish have no brains, hearts, or lungs! they’re very simple organisms, actually.” yuta rambles, pointing to one of the little creatures in question, which simply swims without thinking about much. it is surprising that apparently such thin glass can support such a large amount of water.

you nod slowly, hearing every word with the utmost attention, because, really, how could you not? he's usually so shy and speaks so little around other people, but at home or with you, he can just talk about his extremely nerdy interests. it was one of the things that brought you two closer, in fact. (although, it would have been better if he flirted back instead of rambling about the structure of a camera that one day…)

“so, how are they built like?” you ask, already knowing (superficially) that jellyfishes don’t actually have any of these organs. you just want to hear that gentle, smooth voice with a hint of excitement break it down to you.

yuta smiles so widely, as if he couldn't be happier that you asked. so cute, you think.

“okay, okay. think about it.” he lets go of your hand for the smallest of moments, to gesture as he explains — pouting for a second. but it is for the greater good of getting you to understand the biology of jellyfish. “their bodies are made up of just three layers— the outer epidermis, a gelatinous middle layer called the mesoglea, and the inner gastrodermis.”

again, you nod along to his explanation — even if now you're more focused on the cute way his fingers move to draw the patterns in the air more than the words themselves. but you can't resist the opportunity to make a joke.

“layers? like onions?”

“no, love, not like onions—” he sighs, almost sounding disappointed by your comparison. he pouts like a bunny about to throw a tantrum and stomp the ground furiously. you can't help but laugh at the way his lips curve, and you grab his wrist for an apology.

you bring his hand up to your mouth, kissing the back of it slightly. it always makes him red in the face, and he cups your cheek softly, trying to keep you close.

“okay, not like onions. got it.”

yuta huffs slightly — murmuring something about accepting your mistakes — before he goes back to rambling. however, now you are lost in thought.  jellyfish have an elementary nervous system with receptors that detect light, vibrations, and chemicals in the water. Along with the ability to sense gravity, these capabilities allow the jellyfish to navigate... it all goes over your head as you think: how did you two get here? from small texts and giggles, to letters and home dates. to stargazing to kissing, and so much more—

“love?” he asks, more worried than upset. “you’re silent. are you alright?” yuta is quick to reach for your hand again, his dark blue eyes reminding you that he is prettier than the ocean. soft, gentle and warming as a bonfire, but calm and fluid as the water.

“yes. just thinking about how much i like hearing you talk about stupid fish.”

he gasps dramatically, pretending to be offended. “just for you to know, despite the name, jellyfish are actually cnidarians, which are a type of invertebrate—”

before he can ramble any longer, your fingers detach from his, and both of your gentle hands come up to grab him by the cheeks. yuta would protest, but soon your lips are glued to his, and his brain melts.

all information about any kind of marine animal just disappears, and you are all that is left on his mind. the taste of your lips, the smoothness of your hands, the prettiness of your eyes. you, you, you.

you lean back, giving him that little smirk that tells the poor man you know exactly what you just did. you threw him off his feet.

“what were you saying, yuta? about— cnidarians?”

“i—” he sighs, smiling softly and muttering a what am i going to do with you under his breath. “i don’t actually remember.”

you chuckle, kissing his cheek and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. yuta bumps his nose against yours gently, and you hear someone complaining about young couples nowadays have no shame.

“what do you want to see next?” he asks lovingly.

“let’s take a look at puffer fish.” you mutter back, giving a small peck to his lips before pulling away. he smiles excitedly, going back to his rambles.

“oh, did you know that adult puffer fish have just four teeth, fused together into one strong beak? they use this to open clams or mussels, and scrape algae off rock—”

© made by spiralryomen on tumblr. do not copy, repost, translate my works in this or any other side — inspirations allowed with credits.

[melshifting]

❝ UNDENIABLY ICONIC ❞ ― TYLA SCRIPTING PACK FOR YOUR DR ୭ ˚. ᵎ

❝ It's not even confidence, that’s just pure magnetism.❞

(Request for anon/s! hope u like it :3)

— BEAUTY AND PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS ⋆˚✿˖°

01꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Your almond-shaped eyes are hypnotic, shimmering between warm brown and rich amber—they're framed by naturally full, feathery lashes that curl just right, making your gaze both soft and striking.

02꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Full, plush, and undeniably captivating lips that have a natural pout—your cupid's bow makes your whole face stand out in the best possible way.

03꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Your beauty could be compared to a panther's—your high cheekbones highlight your almond eyes, adding to the elegance of your movements. You might just be its living embodiment.

04꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        People should be relieved you didn't choose to become a model because, with those proportions and perfect frame, designers would be fighting over you.

05꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Even without makeup you are a beauty—it's as if you had a filter on 24/7 that makes you look radiant no matter the situation.

06꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Your body is the embodiment of an hourglass, each one of your curves seems carefully carved to perfection.

07꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        You have a million-dollar smile, literally—no diamond shines brighter than you when you smile; you could captivate an entire room.

— MUSIC & CAREER ⋆˚✿˖°

01꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Some people even think you must have made a deal with an entity, because there is no way someone else could be as successful as you in such a short time.

02꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        You quite literally control awards; there isn't a single one where you're not nominated—and don't get me started about your wins, they should have their own section.

03꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Your music is liked by everyone, no exceptions. There is no song, whether solo or in collaboration, that doesn't become top 1 in less than 24 hours.

04꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Your music makes people feel the impulse to move. Even if they don't do it often or even like it, you provoke that effect when any of your songs play.

05꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Your stage presence? impeccable. You genuinely enjoy and let yourself flow on stage like water, causing the audience to gasp in awe at each of your performances (even on video).

— MANNERISMS & VIBES ⋆˚✿˖°

01꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        It's amazing how photogenic you are—as soon as a camera appears you know the best way to pose to look your best.

02꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Sometimes you use your hands to speak, and they express more than your own mouth could ever say—you can't help it.

03꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Any and every place is your runway—the way you walk is the envy of any runway model, and you do it without even realizing how charming it is.

04꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        No matter how famous you are, you remain true to yourself—you continue to act as always, maintaining the vibe that distinguishes you, even if many may not like it.

— FASHION & STYLE ⋆˚✿˖°

01꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        A mermaid style is what suits you best—formal outfits in loose greenish and aquamarine fabrics bring out the amber in your eyes.

02꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Gold is your color. Whether in necklaces, bracelets, or earrings, earthy tones are perfect for you.

03꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Even if you have your own preferences, no clothing or even style could ever look bad on you—it's as if you were a human mannequin, everything fits you to perfection.

04꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        You tend to go for outfits with tight tops that highlight your figure, but loose bottoms that perfectly show off your body's flow.

[illusivedelights]

Call of Neighbors (T141 Neighbors!AU)

Hello,yes, I'm insane ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧. This is my personal take on what T141 would be like as neighbors ! This has been prattling around in my head a lot and I just need to get it out.

Shoutout to @ghouldtime who inspired some details for the lads! (please check them out they're so detailed with everything they write ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

Price

He isn't seen around too often. People wonder if he's home at all at times given how much he spends so much time out of his home. 

When he is home, he stills keeps busy! Never seems to sit still. (If a movie is playing, he'll still be doing something else).

Very skilled man though, if you need help around the house he's probably the first person you could call. 

He's the first one to respond to trouble, he'll usually be the first at the scene. But depending on what it is.......it comes at a .......price (especially if it involves any of the T141 lads. That'll cost extra.)

Tragically, he's seen as neighbor dad. He grumbles a lot about not even being old or a dad really but he doesn't help himself.

He's polite but he usually will rush off to do whatever next if he doesn't really wanna talk. But if you do get him talking, congrats you definitely got his attention. 👀. Offers to help you despite his busy schedule.

Hobbies

Reading

Carpentry/woodwork

DIY/maintenance

Homebrewing

Contracting

Playing COD (Gaz: "Cap, you need one hobby someone your age does.")

General Perception:  

The Nice Handyman Next Door who is always busy but he manages to make time if you really need help.

He's nice, but......there feels like something behind those crinkled eyes, something most people know not to push. Lordhelpyouifyoudothemanhasatemper.

Some local kids joke he's secretly a hitman (and well......they're kind of close).

Mr. Fisherman (it's the beanie. He doesn't even fish LOL)

Gaz

He is definitely the most approachable out of the whole team. He's actually pretty popular around the area and people come to him often!

He has such a handsome, young gentleman aura; the older ladies just eat it up when they see him. (He honestly uses this to his advantage if he wants to know anything that's going around the neighborhood.)

When he doesn't feel like being bothered, you'll notice he switches his wardrobe moderately and he has a different air around him.

He's actually really good at things he puts his mind to, without realizing it. It only adds to his charm.

He probably knows a lot of places around the neighborhood and could give you a recommendation if you need one.

He tends to be very polite and interacts pretty politely with everyone. Just a decent balanced interaction.

It's very subtle with Gaz. It's in his smile. He has a polite smile but if you notice it's a little different,his eyes are crinkled a little more, maybe the laugh is a little more hearty too, yeah :'). May volunteer to take you out to a place he knows.

Hobbies

Movie Watching (probably has seen some obscure ones he would share with folks)

Trying New Eateries

Video Games (he's insanely good on accident; can back up the massive shittalking. Introduced COD to Price LOL)

Walks/Exploring Surroundings (all the people interacting would give him more knowledge and he scopes it out)

General Perception

The Handsome Nice Young Man Who is Very Polite.

Neighborhood Model™/Heart Throb.

People wonder if he's a little too nice and if there's something else underneath (there is but he's not going to show it obviously).

Mr. Photogenic Smile.

Soap

Honestly he's actually very intense. Can be very unapproachable since he actually wears a serious expression all the time and he has to remind himself to actually not wear that expression outside of work or if he doesn't know you.

But once that guard is slightly down/the persona comes through, wew lad. Hope you're ready for a troublemaking, mischief seeking man. Man's a menace.

He puts his heart into everything he does. He is a commit or quit to the bit type of man.

Dudebros honestly probably flock to him a lot because of his outside hobbies and personality.

He may playfully make comments with the ladies but he doesn't want it to go too far. They definitely admire him though.

Don't be fooled though. He can change it at the flip of a switch, when it comes down to business, it's down to business.

Honestly even if it was a persona or supposed to be done playfully, you can tell the more it feels like he's your new roommate (more playful flirty banter, more inviting himself over, more teasing. It's over if he steals your food, he lives there now.) And if it's really serious, you'll see a much more serious, intellectual side of him.

Hobbies

Hitting the gym

Football (I think he could do both tbh and it's fun to get the competitive energy out)

Traditional art (drawing, painting, you name it. It's a surprising side of him but he enjoys it)

Barhopping (he would want a good pint and prolly likes the environment when there's a good game to catch)

Learning (Honestly really smart at things he specialized in, but he's trying to expand common knowledge things.)

General Perception

A Very Fit Loud Scotsman Who is The Bro To Bro.

People kinda think he's a meathead, womanizing jock at first glance, but he wins them over slowly and shows otherwise. (Unfortunately it happens a lot)

Mr. Tenacious

Mr. Punk.

Is he angry underneath all that ? (He is, don't ask about it)

Ghost

Of course he is the most mysterious and most reserved of the whole lot.

He's very quiet because when you put him in a normal environment, he legitimately doesn't have much to say unless the opportunity comes up for him to be smarmy or crack a joke. Unless he's talking to one of T141.

King of one liners tbh.

People make a lot of rumors about him given what they don't know of him, he doesn't let it bother him really.

Not a lot of people really approach him but when they do, he does give them the time of day. It's usually someone trying to vent about something. Someone probably did it and let others know he's surprisingly a good listener? He gives a comment or two if he feels it's warranted and usually they appreciate it.

If he doesn't pander it, he doesn't stop, he just keeps going what he's doing. Honestly has a decent read on bullshit and won't pander.

You'll know because he will hang around a lot. He won't say anything because he would rather strangle a man out before that but he'll also remember an obscure small detail you mentioned and he's gonna try and make you laugh in a subtle way.

It's also in his eyes. He is gonna have a very soft look. Ignore the rest of the body language, it's his eyes. RIP IF YOU HATE EYE CONTACT LMAO.

Hobbies

Movie Watching (Him and Gaz probably swap ideas, he surprisingly gets interested in narratives)

Reading (He probably has guilty pleasure short stories, you won't convince me otherwise LMAO)

Community art (Soap probably dragged him into one event and the old ladies begged him to come back. He doesn't go often but only if he feels it and it's just the older hens. Theydontgivehimshite)

Skulking about

Cooking (cooking in the sense he's trying to figure out how to make things that's palatable in the field in extremely dumb conditions)

General Perception

Spooky Scary Skeleton Man Who Should Not Be Approached

Mr. Big, Tall, and Scary

That Broody MF who doesn't talk enough.

Edgy man who thinks he's better than everyone.

Mr. Sexy (ALLEGEDLY...)

They have other hobbies and stuff beyond what I typed of course, but I wanted to try and give them something more.... normal given the AU?

Part 2

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 99

Part 1 Part 98

Steve spends a short three days in the hospital before they start the discharge. It’s surprising, somehow, that spending time slowly dying in the Upside-Down is more traumatic on the body than literal possession. Eddie can’t wrap his head around it. 

He’s sitting on Steve’s bed, hopefully for the last time, hip to hip as he kicks his feet out over and over again at the same tempo of his beating heart. Steve’s got their fingers interlaced on Eddie’s thigh, flexing his own fingers to that same rhythm Eddie’d started up. 

“You think it’ll be much longer?” Steve asks, slumping his head to the side and atop Eddie’s shoulder.

His hair tickles Eddie’s cheek. Eddie wants to reach up and smooth it back, but Steve’s still holding his hand, and the other one doesn’t quite reach. 

“Nah, the old man’s good at getting what he wants.”

“That’s because he’s got the same big, sad eyes as you.”

Eddie squawks in fake affront even as warmth pools in his cheeks. Few people have mentioned a resemblance, and it makes him go soft and gooey every time.  “I don’t have big, sad eyes!” He shakes Steve’s hand around gently in his - he’s always, always gentle. “I’m too tough.”

Steve snorts, small and tired. Even with relatively minor injuries, neither of them have been sleeping well in the small hospital cot. It’s starting to show in the circles beneath Steve’s eyes. Eddie wants to bundle him up in the backseat of Wayne’s truck and tuck him into their bed at home.

They won’t even have to come back. All they’ve got is some sort of cream for Steve’s burns, and Eddie’s bruised ribs and broken nose  are supposed to heal all on their own. His concussion’s already behind him, even if things still go a little wonky if he moves his neck too quickly. 

They can just convalesce. Maybe Wayne will bring them soup. Or burgers from the diner and a strawberry milkshake to split. Anything will be better than the mind-numbing sterility of the hospital, as long as they’re together. 

If only Wayne would hurry the hell up. 

It’s not Wayne who walks in. It’s not any of their friends, or family, or an unnamed doctor in blue scrubs. It’s not anyone he recognizes at all.

It’s a perfectly matched pair - like salt and pepper shakers at a fancy diner. Eddie feels his shoulders curl, a silent question mark to their upright forms. 

The woman looks like a mannequin, in her gray pencil knit skirt and matching cardigan, belted tight enough to make her look like a wine glass. Her hair is a windswept brown and her chin’s raised just so. 

The man’s suit is a pewter gray, matching her skirt perfectly. He has his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, like he’s posing for a catalog as he looms imposingly on the threshold. 

She knocks on the frame of the door, calling a quiet, “knock knock,” as the man strides in. 

Eddie feels Steve’s hair brush against his cheek as he sits up and twists, to look at the new arrivals. Eddie doesn’t look toward him, can’t tear his eyes away from the pair, as the woman comes to stand beside the man, photogenic smile plastered to her face, even as the man glares down at them.

“Steven,” he says, eyebrows furrowed in an expression Eddie knows intimately. He’s seen it on Steve’s own face enough times. It’s less charming on the older, meaner model. 

Steve drops his hand covertly and shuffles slightly to the left and away, leaving Eddie’s hand to flop to the mattress, bereft. 

“Dad,” Steve replies.

Eddie turns, can’t not when Steve’s voice comes out so even, so lifeless, so dead. It’s just like when the mind flayer was running the show. Like Steve’s not there at all.

He is though. And that feels worse, because as Eddie stares at Steve’s perfect profile, he can almost see the years of distance and berating stacking themselves into the clench of his jaw and that familiar furrow of eyebrows. 

“What do you have to say for yourself?” His Dad doesn’t shout, but the hiss somehow still feels like it’s echoing off the bare walls of the hospital room.

Steve flinches back. Eddie sits on his hand as it twitches without his permission to grab onto Steve’s own. 

“For what, sir?” Mrs. Harrington’s perfect face scrunches up into a wince as she looks sidelong at her husband’s stony face. He opens his mouth, eyebrows angrier than ever, and Steve blurts, “I’m sorry.”

It doesn’t help. 

“Sorry,” he says evenly, like his fist wasn’t clenched in preparation for a strike. “Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”

Steve sits, wordless, as he stares up at him, unblinking. 

Mrs. Harrington sighs. “Oh, Steve.” It sounds sympathetic, but Steve’s back curls in, arms wrapping around his ribs as he looks down at his own hanging feet. 

Eddie sits on his other hand.

Steve remains silent while storm clouds bloom above Mr. Harrington’s head.

Mrs. Harrington sighs, crossing arms and tapping perfectly manicured fingers against her own forearms, that same familiar beat that Steve gravitates toward without any of the soul.

“Sweetie,” she starts, no warmth in her voice or eyes. “I understand that you might have been feeling a little sick, but that’s no excuse for the state you left the house in.”

Eddie looks at Steve out of the corner of his eyes, and sees Steve looking right back, eyebrow quirked up in a silent question Eddie doesn’t know how to answer with witnesses.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says again, looking back down to the linoleum between his feet. 

“You’re sorry?” Mr. Harrington demands, voice raising with each syllable he utters. “You flooded the house, Steven!”

Steve flinches at the sound of his name. Eddie reaches out for the connection between them and plucks it, thrumming it like a guitar. Steve smiles, just a little, down at his socked feet. 

It’s a mistake. Mr. Harrington’s nostrils flare. Eddie sees the resemblance in the way his nose leans just slightly to the left, almost charmingly crooked. But there’s none of that familiar light behind Mr. Harrington’s eyes. He’s an empty pit, a bottomless well.

“We’ve had to replace all of the carpeting on the second floor,” Mrs. Harrington cuts in, looking down at her nails, uncaring as Mr. Harrington’s incensed further by her words.

“We wouldn’t have even known if the Allen’s hadn’t called us!” He’s shouting now, gesturing wildly toward the open door like whoever the Allen’s are, they’re waiting right outside, watching the show.

Mrs. Harrington sighs. “Oh, Richard. Don’t make a scene.”

As if spurred on by his wife’s chastising words, Mr. Harrington’s voice only gets louder. “You soiled the carpet beyond repair.” He punctuates his words with a raised finger, like he’s counting down all the sins he’s ready to lay at his son’s feet. “You made a spectacle of yourself in front of all the neighbors.” Another raised finger. 

He points both fingers  at Steve’s face, finger close enough to his nose that Eddie wants to snap out and bite it. “You left the garage open to be ransacked!” And here comes raised finger number three. 

Steve’s curling further and further into himself, creating distance between his Father’s wagging finger and his vulnerable face. 

“Leaving the door open, Steven?” Mrs. Harrington asks, just as aloof and uncaring of the scene in front of her, even as she says, “we could have been killed.”

Eddie can’t help the snort that comes out. It’s all just such a cartoonish display, almost unbelievable even as he watches it play out in front of him. He slaps his hand over his mouth, but both their gazes have already snapped over to him. 

Well, better him than Stevie. Stevie, who Eddie’s seen with that same curled posture hiding in his closet, and looking up at his own goddamn house from the passenger seat of Eddie’s van.

He’d been straight backed facing down a demogorgon but just the sight of his parents has him fading into himself. No fucking way. Not on Eddie’s watch.

Eddie slaps his own thighs once, sharp enough that it stings. Mrs. Harrington jumps, just a little, at the sound. Eddie stands, shifting on the balls of his feet until he’s just slightly in front of Steve, ready to defend. 

“Wouldn’t you have to actually be home for that?” Eddie asks.

Mrs. Harrington gasps, hand over her cheek like Eddie had slapped her. “Excuse me?” she asks, at the same time that Mr. Harrington demands, “who are you?”

Eddie puts his pointer finger to his chin, pouting like he’s really thinking this through. “You know, I think you’d know that if you were ever actually around.” 

Steve stands, shoulder to shoulder with Eddie as his Dad takes a threatening step toward Eddie. 

“This is Eddie,” Steve says, voice flat and cold. King Steve’s come out to play. Eddie grins, manic and wide in that way that’s always worked to rile up cops and teachers alike. It works just as well on the Harrington’s. He sticks out his tongue and almost laughs again when Mrs. Harrington takes a startled step back. “You’d know that if you gave half a shit about me.”

Mr. Harrington scoffs as he looks Eddie up and down, eyeing the rips in his jeans, the frayed hem of his t-shirt, the unkempt length of his hair. He turns away, dismissing him without even a word as he looks back at Steve. 

“It’s time to go,” he says, glaring down at his son. “We’ll talk about this at home.”

Steve takes a step away from Mr. Harrington’s grasping hands. Eddie reaches out, interlocking their fingers again and squeezing tight. The splint on Steve’s finger sticks out awkwardly, digging into Eddie’s own hand as Steve squeezes right back.

“Eddie is my home,” Steve says, like that isn’t the most romantic thing he’s ever heard.

He almost swoons, even as Mr. Harrington rages, looking between the pair of them, making connections Eddie desperately hopes are true and even more desperately hopes the man won’t go spreading around. 

“Last chance,” Mr. Harrington says. “Or we’re-”

He doesn’t get to finish. Wayne chooses that moment to walk in. His stance goes loose immediately, gaze sharp. 

“Richard,” he says. Calm, cool, and gruff as he meets both their enraged eyes, one after another. “Nora.”

Mrs. Harrington sucks on her teeth, mouth pursed as she holds her silence. Mr. Harrington has no such compunction. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

Wayne raises his eyebrow before turning his back on them to run his eyes over Steve and Eddie in turn. “You boys alright?” Steve nods, but Eddie raises his hand to flap it back and forth in a wishy-washy gesture that Wayne grimaces at. “Ready to go home?”

Richard scoffs, taking a threatening step forward. “What do you mean home?” Steve flinches as the last word lands with derision. Steve doesn’t respond, just looks down at his own shoes with a clenched jaw. 

Mrs. Harrington sighs, and it lands in the room like a blow. 

Wayne’s eyes have gone hold and hard as he turns around and steps fully in front of Steve. “Steve’s been staying with me for over a year,” Wayne says, tone modulated and controlled even as his hands clench. “And you didn’t even notice.”

“Steven,” Richard says, a warning hidden in his tone. “Last chance.”

Eddie leans around Wayne to look between the pair. He resists the urge to pull Steve behind him. Eddie squeezes his hand and is floored when Steve’s shoulders immediately straighten, chin raised just so, like he’s keeping his crown straight atop his head. 

He stands, shoulders back, head held high. Eddie stands right along with him. 

“I’m not going with you,” Steve says, boring holes into his Father’s head with the force of his conviction from behind Wayne’s shoulder. 

Mr. Harrington’s  jaw clenches with whatever he sees on Steve’s face. He reaches his hand out, palm open and beckoning. “Give me your keys,” he demands, curling his fingers like he’s in a cheesy karate movie and begging his opponent to make the first move. 

Steve laughs. “You want my car?” His laugh is hollow. “You’ll have to go get it from the trailer park.”

Mrs. Harrington eyes Eddie and Wayne like she’s putting pieces together he’d rather she not have. Even still, she turns away with an airy, “Come on, Richard.” When he doesn’t immediately follow her directions, she continues, “this isn’t the place.”

Mr. Harrington’s snarling like a dog, finger still raised in threat as he hisses, “this isn’t over,” before turning and striding through the door with enough careless force that his shoulder hits the frame with a meaty thwack. 

“See you next year, then!” Eddie calls, waving bitchily at their backs. 

They all stare at the open door, waiting for an attack that never comes until Mrs. Harrington’s heels stop echoing down the corridor. 

“What the hell was that?” Wayne asks gruffly. 

Steve’s jaw is clenched, as he glares out the open doorway, but at Wayne’s question, he slumps, stepping closer to Eddie until he can lay some of his weight onto Eddie’s shoulders. It hurts his ribs, but Eddie takes it gladly, wrapping his hand around Steve’s waist. 

“Just the usual,” Steve says, sounding exhausted. 

Wayne eyes him critically as Steve avoids his gaze. Eddie squeezes Steve’s side, flickering his fingers against his waist just to feel him wriggle against the feeling. 

“Alright, kid,” Wayne says, reaching out to squeeze both their shoulders comfortingly. Steve slumps further into Eddie who gladly takes his weight. “I think it’s about time we all get home.”

Eddie smiles, bumping his hip into Steve. 

He was already home. After all, Steve’s right here. 

Part 100

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[wolfiesmoon]

Photogenic

Mitsuya x photographer!reader (gn)

My mind was on mitsuya throughout the whole of photography class and i cooked up this idea😖💞

"Agh, no, come back..." you whined at the cat that slipped away just as you were about to take a photo. That photo was going to be award-winning! That stupid cat can't read the room at all!

You sighed, staring at the empty space the cat was in a few moments ago before turning around, still feeling a bit dejected. All your friends and fellow club members managed to get pictures of cats this week, but all of the cats have it out for you, it seems. You can never find a single one.

You started walking away, flipping through the few photos you took that day as you made your way back into the school, suddenly bumping into someone.

"Ah, I'm sorr-" you interrupted your own apology to get a good look at the guy you just bumped into. You recognise him. He's a club leader, you think.

"Oh, it's okay. Don't worry about it." The calm, gentle tone of his voice surprised you. He talks so gently with that appearance? Not that it's a bad thing, of course not.

"...Are you okay? You're staring at me really hard." He gently waved a hand in front of your eyes. You snapped out of it, feeling a little embarrased that you were staring. You didn't even realise it.

"Sorry, you just look really... photogenic, is all. My photographer senses are tingling!" He has an interesting face, that's for sure! In a good way. A very good way.

"Is that so? I never really thought of it like that. I don't take pictures of myself often, you know." He seemed a bit flattered at your unique compliment, smiling slightly at you.

A silence followed, and you suddenly got an idea. "Oh! Do you have some time? Are you busy?" You looked really excited, and he swears he saw stars shine in your eyes at that moment.

"Sure. I'm done with club activities for the day. Why?"

"For a photoshoot, duh! I was supposed to be taking photos of cats, but all of them have it out for me. And I've already established you're a good subject to photograph, too! Come with me!" You beckoned to him excitedly, already walking back outside.

Turns out he isn't half bad as a model, either. You did have a bit of trouble with the posing and your camera decided to be annoying and not save your settings so you had to recalibrate it, but you were eventually ready.

"I'm doing it in three, two, one." You snapped the photo, inspecting it.

"Ahhh... I was right! You look really relaxed and natural." Usually the first photos don't look too good since the (human) subject isn't relaxed or in their element yet. But not with him, apparently.

"Huh." He noted, looking at you with a relaxed smile.

"Let's take more!!" You suggested excitedly. Now you're getting fired up.

His eyes widened slightly when seeing your expression. You look really determined, almost scarily so. Though he supposes that it's good to be passionate about the things you love. He likes that in a person.

"By the way, what's your name? I realise I still haven't asked." You lowered the camera from your face after snapping a dozen photos, smiling at him.

"Mitsuya Takashi. Let's get along." He smiled back.

Oh, that means he wants to talk to you again, doesn't it?

How exciting. You can feel your cheeks getting warm.

.

In the evening, your club went over all the photos you took as is procedure for the photography club. You usually sort the photos and discuss your intentions with them during this time.

"How about your photo- Who is that?" your friend questioned, clicking through the photos you took earlier. The guy in the photos looked vaguely familiar.

"It's not a cat, that's for sure." The club leader joked.

"Listen, all the cats hate me so I took photos of the next best thing. Mitsuya Takashi." You smiled slightly.

"How is he even remotely similar to a cat?" Your other friend questioned.

"They're both really cute, duh." You playfully rolled your eyes.

[khaoala]

https://x.com/fireatwill03/status/1913233833815662632

This is very *cunty* if I dare say 😳

idk what got into khaotung this week but every picture of his makes me think that it's such a waste that he's not modeling for a magazine cover. sure, maybe the montow + stubble one wouldn't be fit for that, but he looked hot, and in this one too, he looks ethereal. i saw someone say earlier that khaotung is photogenic to the point he doesn't even have a bad side, like every picture they took today, he looked stunning, it's actually insane.

my favorite is actually this one with him leaning on both first's and joong's legs and with that hand in his mouth and that expression like, be serious, i'm trying to freak out only about one thing, and then they give me him looking this cunty. i love and envy this man.

[verysium]

some hcs abt the bllk boys doing modeling shoots as pro-players? (like what they’d model for and the ways they captivate their audiences and stuff)? ty and love ur works btw 💞💞🫡

idk why but this ask made my brain freeze up and refuse to write anything for 3 days, so apologies if this is late anon:

sae would be so done. i mean....he walked out on a literal interview, so what makes you think he won't walk out on a photoshoot? he probably hates the very idea of plastering his face all over billboards and magazines. but his manager said that he was in desperate need of good publicity, especially after that stunt he pulled with the last commercial endorsement. if sae was forced to model though, he'd definitely be as stiff as a board. no facial expressions whatsoever and always sticks to one pose. oftentimes, this involves him facing the wall and only showing half his face. if the photographer wants a full frontal, he's going to have to deal with sae's "i don't want to be here and i'm being held hostage" face. even if sae does try smiling, it looks more like a grimace. the only redeeming quality here is that he is good-looking. if you look at the official art, he doesn't even have to try to get all of you drooling over him. that face card does not decline. like ever. so the shoots usually wrap up pretty quickly because out of the 100 images taken, at least half are going to be usable. he's photogenic from any angle.

kaiser would strike a pose for everything, even his own mugshot. i picture him as that one johnny depp advertisement for dior sauvage. blue lighting. a silk blouse with the top button open to show off a sliver of his sculpted chest. his hair is slicked back with gel, and his knuckles are decorated with silver rings. the tattoo just pulls everything together. if not a perfume commercial, then i think he'd model for adidas or some other german brand (maybe even a beer company if he's old enough). i don't think he has any trouble with the actual modeling part of process. he knows how to flaunt himself. the only issue is that kaiser is a lazy perfectionist. he would show up late to the shoots and then stays even later just looking through the shots and choosing which ones to include. puts a lot of time and effort into things like this. after all, his image and his brand are important to him.

shidou would be sponsored by an energy drink brand. like red bull or monster. if not that, then axe body spray lol. as for modeling, i feel like he wouldn't be able to sit still. probably pulls out crazy poses that piss the photographers off on purpose. it always cracks me up how one of his first appearances in the manga is him being muzzled and restrained in a straitjacket inside blue lock's time-out zone. he's so chaotic. you would have to hold him down and shove the camera into his face to actually get a good shot. i also picture him wearing lots of black leather, maybe even silver jewelry (eg. studs, piercings). and of course, you can't forget the hot pink accents.

isagi would model for family-friendly brands. if not that, then just japanese brands in general. i imagine him doing skincare commercials for shiseido or maybe even participating in a campaign for UNIQLO. as for modeling, he would be awkward at first but then gradually get the hang of it. always thanks the team afterwards and is very mindful of the photographer's suggestions. everyone says he is a pleasure to work with.

rin would model for luxury watch brands like TAG heuer or IWC. maybe when he grows older and further develops his career, he might even become an ambassador for louis vuitton or bulgari. overall, his advertisements are very elegant and professional. only endorses high quality products. never looks at the shots afterwards because he hates looking at his own face. gets somewhat embarrassed when his mama points out his billboards and makes clippings of his magazine covers. he absolutely flipped when a brand suggested that he do a collaboration with his brother. so when this collaboration actually did take place, it was like a repeat of the whole messi-ronaldo photoshoot. they didn't actually meet on set. they were just photoshopped together into the same frame.

barou models for calvin klein. lots of denim and shirtless photos. all of the staff got nosebleeds, and his fanbase went wild when the issue was finally released. there's this one image his fans worship religiously where he's posing in his boxers and there's a clear shot of his abs and happy trail. (he's so hot wtf) there's also another shot that wasn't used cus a million people would've been deceased. he's standing there with his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and wearing nothing underneath his denim jacket. his hair is also down, and his skin is all sun-kissed and golden.

reo models streetwear, and this is canon because he has the drip. honestly, his duality needs to be studied because he can go from high class gentleman to bad boy who wears chains and knuckle rings. he'd try all different sorts of styles, and he'd look good doing it. out of all the bllk boys, i feel like reo gets the most sponsorship deals because of his versatility. he does the styling, hair, makeup, posing, editing, etc. honestly, they need to hire him as a creative director already. nagi would tag along behind the scenes, but he'd end up scrolling on his phone the entire day.

[saucyjothoughts]

Dearest Saucy, what do you imagine would their nudes look like ,like how would they prop themselves up ,how much time they'd invest into them and stuff like that

I will forever be great and thankful for your naughty stories

This is a juicy one! Let's dive in.

(nsfw under the cut)

Kris: struggles to get nudes that he's happy with on his own. Has the occasional camsex and will exchange photos but what he really needs is for someone else to take them for him. Kris only likes to be on one side of the camera and will perform especially well if the person behind the lens is nice to look at.

If I was an artist, the example would be: Kris reclining on silk sheets, dressed in an open oversized shirt that only just covers his dignity (though with the dramatic lighting you can still make out the edge of it). He has a wistful expression with just the very beginning of a smile, staring with big doe-eyes at the person behind the camera.

Jure: looks like the kind of guy to take dickpics from awful angles in terrible lighting (perhaps with a remote control or beer can for scale) but is actually very into the artistry of a decent shot, taking inspiration from some of his favourite models and using props to enhance his assets. Won't send anything unsolicited but is prolific once he knows the recipient is eager.

If I was an artist, the example would be: he's outdoors, sheltering from rain under a rocky overhang. He's shirtless and wet and wearing baggy jeans which are low and unzipped. One hand holds the camera at a slightly raised angle, the other is holding his erection through his boxers. He can't decide if he prefers the one with the sultry expression or with the playful grin.

Jan: regularly takes erotic pictures and videos of himself (and his partners). Knows his best angles and where to set up his phone for timer shots. Uses his red room light to get the atmosphere right and took some tips from Jure on how to tastefully use sheets/clothing for a suggestive pose. Will send a photo he likes to multiple to people at the same time when he's feeling naughty.

If I was an artist, the example would be: he's wearing his fishnet vest which throws interesting shadows over his skin in the bold red lighting. He's on his bed, the sheets messy. He used a timer to get his full body in shot and one arm is up above his head while the other is pulling his boxers down so we can just see the top of the shaft of his hard cock. His mouth is open and his eyes are closed in a pleasurable expression half-covered by his messed-up hair.

Nace: struggled with this for a long time. Dick pics aren't really a problem - nothing to be ashamed of there and if he can sneak some ink into the shot then all the better - but he always avoids getting any thigh or tummy in the picture. Takes a lot of shots to finally get something he's happy with. Never sends anything unsolicited, only ever shares with his most trusted lovers with express prior consent.

If I was an artist, the example would be: he's fully clothed and sat on the edge of his couch. His pants are open and his cock is in his hand and appears wet in the low light. He's leaning forward towards the camera which is held in his outstretched (tattooed) arm and has his head angled down to look up at the camera in an aggressive expression.

Bojan: isn't shy of his body and will take pictures to share whenever he suspects someone might want them. Sometimes he's wrong, but he hasn't yet learned to be careful. Doesn't put a lot of effort in but is photogenic enough that they're always nice. Isn't subtle - sharing nudes with Bojan regularly means a full penis or asshole jumpscare from the first photo.

If I was an artist, the example would be: he's lying on his front on a hotel bed in bright daylight on pristine white sheets. He's fully nude, knees bent to kick his feet up behind him and he's grinning a childish grin to the camera with his face resting on one hand, generally looking soft and clean. From the angle, you can see his pecs pushed together and the arch of his lower back/curve of his bare ass. It might be immediately followed by a similarly playful picture taken as he rolls on his back.

[razorblade180]

Breakfast Banter

Charlotte:Aether, are you okay?

Aether:Hmm? I’m fine. Lost in thought I guess.

Charlotte:Does it deal with Lady Furina and The Knave?

Aether:!? What makes you say that?

She points at his breakfast. Aether looks down to see his bacon strips crossed over each other on top of his pancakes to make two make red eyes. Part of the pancake was ripped away and resembled a dangerous mouth that was next to his grits that conveniently had two teardrops traced into it and a squiggly mouth to express worry.

Aether was in complete disbelief and only snapped out of the state when Charlotte slowly raised her camera to the table and took a photo of the fatal first meal of the day.

Aether:Don’t publish this.

Charlotte:Nothing to publish. I was just amazed by the craftsmanship. Though if you would like to tell me everything on your mind….

Aether:Sorry. I don’t think I’m actually allowed to. At the very least, it wouldn’t be safe. There’s just a lot of puzzle pieces I have yet to add up or come to terms with.

Charlotte:Been there. I can’t tell you how many investigation boards I’ve made that seemed to lead to nowhere.

Aether:I’m sorry I’m distracted. After all, it was my idea to treat you to a meal after not getting much of an interview with The Duke.

Charlotte:Eh my intuition tells me you had a lot to deal with. Also, you’d have to take me out for at least four more meals to average out how much I paid for last time.

Aether:So what you’re saying is I get to take you out again?

Charlotte:*smiles* Nice rebuttal. We’ll make a Fontainian out of you yet! Never a dull moment with you. Seriously though, don’t feel bad about anything. I like listening about your life. It’s pretty exciting!

Aether:And if it wasn’t?

Charlotte:I’d still show up. There’s a nice view myself and my camera seem to adore.

Aether:Really? Well the open air restaurant is in a nice pla-

Snap!

A quick camera flash went off as Charlotte got herself a picture of Aether holding his fork as he looked around the area. She lowered the lens and revealed the smirk on her face to him as he finally understood what she was talking about. His face got a little flushed and he lowered his head a bit, looking away hide behind is face.

Charlotte:Has anyone told you that you’re very photogenic? If this whole adventuring thing doesn’t work out then let me know. I can introduce you to a few model companies.

Aether:I wouldn’t count on that, but thank you.

Charlotte:Daaaw. I think you’d like our clothes.

Aether:Frankly I’m surprised you’re not the one in front of cameras.

Charlotte:The background work is the fun part!!!

Aether:….*smiles*

Charlotte:…Oh! Thank you. Hehe…

Aether:How are you both incredibly observant and not at the same time?

Charlotte:You’re no better! Anyways, do anything else since the last time we spoke?

Aether:Uuuuuhhh

xxxxxx

Aether:*swims out of water* Okay Paimon, I think we got enough starfish to- What the!?

Giant ancient underwater forge

Aether:Why is there more hidden factories and labs here than in the nation built around a education institution!?

Paimon:It has to be in funding budget…

xxxxx

Aether:And then I created an ancient ore.

Charlotte:…Your modeling career really will have to wait. Now I don’t want to be rude but do you mind if I…

Aether:Knock yourself out.

Charlotte:Great! *pulls out notepad* Hehehe~ *starts writing*

Aether could only chuckle at the visible excitement in front of him. He gives her a moment to write her thoughts down while he finishes his breakfast,

[candylandphotos]

Beauty photo of beautiful model with makeup

"Elegance Unveiled: A Captivating Beauty Photo of a Stunning Model Enhanced with Flawless Makeup."

[reno2005]

Lookin at you

Leon(RE4) x GN reader

Thoughts and things: I saw this picture from a singer I follow and I thought “hey he’d look good in that” so here’s the result of that idea. It’s cheesy feeling maybe but meant to be kind of fun and lighthearted anyhow. More context: for the sake of the story assume you’ve been with Leon for a while and you work together.(doesn’t have to necessarily be in his line of work but assume you’re popular/etc enough to pull strings/have connections to pull off silly things)

You peeked into the room and spotted him, the peak of perfection. At least in your eyes. He’d be a perfect fit, you had to ask him. But what if he refused? You didn’t take him as the type for modeling. You were surprised he went along with half of your silly antics. He assured you each time it was fine and he didn’t mind doing things he’d never do before with you. But this felt a little too out there right?

“What’s up?” Leon asked while continuing to focus on his paperwork, breaking the vast amount of doubtful thoughts flooding your mind.

“How could you tell I was here?” You asked as you stepped out from behind the wall by the doorway.

“I can practically feel your glare.” Leon set his pen down and looked up at your blushing face. “I’m finished anyways. C’mon Tell me.”

You looked back at him, still blushing. “I… need your help with something.” You managed to spit out without stumbling. You pulled out a shopping bag and set it on the table in front of him. Carefully, you pulled out several articles of clothing and laid them separately on the table.

“What’s this for?” He looked up at you quizzically.

“A magazine editor friend of mine needs a model. The one he had scheduled bailed out on him. He needs these pics pronto. Like tomorrow kind of pronto.”

“They’re kind of…” Leon hesitated to finish his sentence unsure of how to put his thoughts.

“Cool right?!” You looked at him with a big smile. You kinda have the same build and anyways you’re super cool and hot so it’ll look great!” Your excitement overtook you.

[insert break/transition]

Leon stepped out from the dressing room and he looked himself over briefly.

“You look fantastic!” You exclaimed in excitement as you clapped your hands together happily. You rushed over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the setup. A camera on a tripod stood waiting on the other end.

“Here’s good?“ Leon chose a random spot in the middle of the set.

“Perfect~” you said happily as you walked behind the camera and turned it on.

“Photographer’s a little late isn’t he?” Leon asked as he looked around the empty shoot.

“Uh well he’ll be taking over in a bit. He’s probably stuck in traffic or something. Let’s get some practice in at least.” You answered as you kept fumbling with the camera settings. “Okay, make a pose! Look cool!”

Leon’s eyes widened as he helplessly and awkwardly fumbled into a surprisingly photogenic pose. “Is this good?” He asked unsure.

“Hm…” you looked over from behind the camera. “Look less angry.”

“Less- I’m not angry?” He asked almost offended while managing to keep the pose.

“But you look it, kinda… sometimes… I mean I like it but, like, it won’t work for the shoot.” Your statement went from straightforward to shy muttering. “Okay how about this,” you said quickly recovering as an idea popped into your mind. “Think of something that makes you feel at ease. Peaceful and stuff.” You dove back behind the camera and gave him a thumbs up to go ahead whenever he was ready.

He sighed as he looked briefly to the side, unsure what to do for a moment until a thought seemingly reached his mind. Whether he realized it or not his head came back towards the camera halfway. It was the perfect angle of capturing his perfect side profile and the calm expression he held.

You started snapping away. In your excitement of the moment, the discovery of the perfect image, you lifted the camera from the tripod and started taking shots from varying angles and distances. You must have taken twenty or more but didn’t bother to keep count. The moment was perfect, he was perfect, and you needed to capture every bit of it.

As you exhausted every angle and idea you could come up with you stepped back and gave him another thumbs up. “Okay we’re good, we got it~” your face beamed with happiness.

“What happened to the photographer? Did he get lost?” Leon asked as he walked towards you. “Or did he happen to be in front of me the whole time?” He grabbed your sides as he whispered into your ear.

“Uhm I- he- uh I- well-” you couldn’t think straight with the sensual rush you suddenly felt come over your body. You looked at his chest peeking through the opening of the designer shirt he was wearing, a whirlwind of thoughts and wants flew around in your head like a tornado. “Wh-when did you figure it out?”

“When you first asked me. Why would an editor have any part in the shoot besides approving it?”

You looked at him, your face completely red. Curiosity struck you. “What did you think of? I mean, to keep calm?”

Leon smiled at you, half smugly and half contently. “You.” He said before planting a kiss on your forehead.

[kmp78]

“She got gigs with Gucci, Bottega, Zegna...”. Simply a carry-over from the Asia’s Top Model stint hype. Notice in two out of three they chose to style her completely covered up from neck down including Gucci actually hiding her face with gargantuan sunglasses ! 😎 😂 Her body, presence, demeanor, movements and expressions are boring and sadly for her she just is not particularly photogenic. JL had nothing to do with any rise or fall in her career. She is doing that all by herself and he has no responsibility and more likely no true ability to move her modeling career in either direction. If he never did it for VK he sure as shit isn’t going to do it for this Burmese Twinkie.

Of course it's on her if her career flatlines. 🤷🏼‍♀️

The point is that JL's name gets no one anywhere, even tho 》some《 folks here seem to think he is The Biggest Celebrity Who Ever Existed. 🥱

[wolfofcelestia]

honestly rafayel to me, is the most photogenic out of all of them. his features and expressions just feel like they were made for photography.

i think sylus is absolutely beautiful, my #1 for a reason, but gosh… rafa just has that model flair to him.

He definitely is a dev favourite. I always knew this but seeing how much more effort they put into his nickname reactions and his poses, it's kind of inevitable that he'd be the most photogenic

I had a lot of trouble getting a good picture of Xav because his poses aren't very expressive. And even though I have every one of Zayne's poses, he only appears to have more personality when he's in the universal poses

Sylus has an appearance made to model, but even then, I feel like the poses they gave Raf are more expressive