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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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Ch1/Ch2

Summary: As Joe's long-term girlfriend, you reflect on your relationship over the last 4 years.

Content warning: 18+ so minors are not welcome, real person fiction (don't like, don't read, don't bitch), smut, fluff, angst, probably inaccurate timelines and processes but does anyone really care?, alcohol use, smoking...if I've missed anything please let me know!!

Author's note: when I was deep in my Dan and Phil phase I wrote this, published it on AO3 and then took it down so before anyone says "Hey this looks familiar" don't panic, I'm not stealing anyone's work and I can prove it lmao. Thanks to @harrys-four-nipples for reading this first chapter and telling me it wasn't as shit as I thought. Love you girl 🥰 feedback is always appreciated, let me know if you'd like me to continue this!

Paris

December 2022

After the craziest year anyone could ever imagine, exploring and staying in a variety of hotels across the globe, the last convention of 2022 was finally happening. You had been by your boyfriend's side the entire time; your job as a freelance photographer/social media specialist pretty much allowed you to travel anywhere and everywhere and luckily Joe's team were on board with you providing his official con photos and managing his social media. But as ideal as that sounds, it hadnt been easy.

It had been one of the best experiences of your life, watching the man that you love so, so much bring so much joy to the millions of people around the world who adored him. Despite being at every convention, watching all the fan interactions and all the panels, you were never bored. It hadn't all been perfect though, in fact it had been extremely trying at times, what with Joe being so damn exhausted there was barely any 'you' time, or fans getting a little bit too crazy at the meet and greets, but you wouldn't have traded it for the world.

You'd think that being cooped up on planes, in hotel rooms and travelling constatnly for months on end, spending almost every waking minute of the day together would have seriously damaged your relationship, but in all honesty, it brought you and Joe closer together. Sure, there have been times where you’ve wanted to smother each other with the shitty hotel pillows, but what couple doesn't argue? Without the option of slamming the bedroom door shut and sulking, you've learnt to just talk it out, and move on, and things have just gotten better and better. You had just celebrated our 4 year anniversary in Tokyo last month, and Jamie was constantly teasing you, telling you if you didn't get a ring this Christmas, you two could just run away together instead.

Of course, Joe had gotten super salty at the joke, seemingly never being able to escape the never ending question from his family and friends of when he was finally going to pop the question. He didn't need it from Jamie now too. He was going to do it, he just didn't want to rush it after all.

As it was the last con of 2022, Joe's team had given you some time off to just enjoy the convention, acknowledging that you had worked through your anniversary in Japan. This meant you could actually walk around the con and hang out with some of your friends, and enjoy the panels, which you were grateful for. You had some time to chat with Joe's dad too, which was always a good time, you got on so well with him and it was nice to see just how proud he was of his son.

Although you had been together for 4 years now, you and Joe weren't quite comfortable with going public with your relationship just yet. Joe had sky rocketed to fame overnight and his fanbase could be a little...intense. They went into a frenzy if he was spotted within 5 feet of another girl, and said girls were always stalked and harassed online and Joe didn't want that for you. You'd been pretty good at hiding it so far, most fans just thinking you were part of Joe's management team always there to keep him on schedule. It was a bit shit not being able to hold his hand or give him a hug in public but when the time was right, you both agreed you would go public.

You had headed back to the hotel a little before the con was over, Joe would no doubt get waylaid by fans outside the convention centre and you'd said you would order you both some food and run a bath for him so he could just relax now he was done for the Christmas period. New Orleans was a little after New Years so you'd have time to explore Paris, get home for Christmas and see in the New Year together.

Joe practically collapses through the door and you run to hug him, you were both desperate to touch each other after a long day of pretending to be work friends.

"Hi," you mumbled into his neck. "Last one for this year done, babe. I'm so proud of you."

He doesn't respond, he's holding onto you as if someone was threatening to take you away from him. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"I love you so much," he whispers. "Thank you."

"Joe, you don't need to thank-"

"Yeah, I do. I just thought that you've been there from the very start, and you've worked so hard, putting up with all my shit and you've been so supportive. I couldn't have done it without you." He sniffs, looking a little emotional. "Tonight was the first night I've actually been able to see you and not your camera, and knowing you were actually there, right in front of me, like, everything from the past 4 years went through my head and I could see you smiling at me, and the fans and I just..." he trails off, at a loss for words. You kiss his cheek, your own eyes welling up.

"You're such a soppy git, Joe." You tease him, but he knows you're joking.

"Shut up, you're just as soppy. " He laughs, poking you in the side gently. You poke my tongue out at him and he crosses his eyes in response, before my phone buzzes to let me know our food has been delivered to the hotel lobby. You break away from Joe, kissing his cheek and heading downstairs to grab your food.

You both scoff down your food, both of you having been way too busy to really eat a proper meal today, and then Joe gets into the bath. He tries to persuade you to join him, but honestly the bathtub here was smaller than the one at home, and even that could be a struggle to fit the both of you in, so you decline, changing into your pyjamas and watching some random show on TV and scrolling through your phone, replying to messages in the Quinn family group chat and your own family group chat.

You can't help but bite your lip in appreciation as Joe comes back into the bedroom, a towel around his waist and his curls dripping. He makes his way over to his suitcase in search for a pair of clean boxers. Your eyes scan over his bare torso, his broad shoulders, sharp collarbones, toned arms and his perfect stomach with a dusting of dark hair disappearing into the towel. He feels your eyes on him, standing up and turning around.

"What?" He smirks, stifling a yawn. You return his smirk, stretching a little.

"Nothing, just admiring my boyfriend. That alright with you?"

"Depends, can I ogle you like a pervert the next time you come out in just a towel?" Joe jokes, quickly pulling his boxers on under his towel, pulling it off and hanging it back up in the bathroom, before crawling on the bed and collapsing on his stomach, sighing heavily.

"You do anyway, I'm just more subtle about my staring, Quinn."

"You're just as pervy as me, Y/N, dont even try and pretend you're not. " he laughs, turning onto his side, pulling you down and wrapping his arm around you. You cuddle into him, burying your face in his neck.

"Difference is, Joseph, the whole Internet can see what a flirt you are, nobody has dirt on me."

"M'too tired for your smart arse right now."

"You like my smart arse." You grin into his skin, and he chuckles, the sound rumbling in his throat.

"I like your smart everything," he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. You sigh in response, enjoying the feeling of him cuddled up to you. "M'so tired. And my back is killing me."

"Did you twinge it again?"

"Mm. Hurts."

You untangle myself from him and roll off the bed, rummaging through your suitcases until you find the baby oil you always use to keep your skin moisturised after a shower. You shake it up as you walk towards the bed. "On your stomach, babe."

"That is the most terrifying thing you could say to me whilst holding baby oil." He eyes the bottle in your hands suspiciously, but does what you've said anyway.

"I believe that would actually be 'face down, ass up and just relax'." You smirk, climbing back on the bed, straddling his legs. He groans dramatically, making you roll your eyes and laugh. "You're such a drama queen, babe."

"Making a living off of it, aren't I?"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up Mr Man of the Year." You quip, opening the bottle and pour some of the oil into your hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before pressing your palms against his shoulder blades. You apply just the amount of pressure that you know he likes, rubbing his flawless skin. "That okay?"

He responds by letting out a quiet moan of approval.

"How did I get so lucky?" Joe groans into the pillow as you continue to rub his shoulders and upper back, trying your best to work out the knots in his muscles. You smile, placing a kiss to the back of his neck that makes him shiver slightly.

"You elbowed me in the tits on the Underground and made me spill my coffee all over myself." You chuckle, adjusting your position on his legs so you could massage further down.

"The one time in my whole life that me being a clumsy twat has actually worked out in my favour." Joe's voice is muffled by the pillow, but you can tell he's smiling. He grunts in pleasure as you knead his lower back gently.

"Meh, you're just lucky I thought you were hot." You teased, gently poking him in the sides. He chuckles softly. "And you were, and still can be, so socially awkward, it was endearing."

"Mm, love you." He mumbles, and you know he's slowly falling asleep by the way his body is relaxing beneath you.

"Love you too, babe." You whisper back, moving off of his back and into bed next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. Ypu push his curls back from over his face. "Always have, always will." You kiss his temple and turn off the bedside lamp, letting him sleep off the post convention exhaustion whilst you take advantage of the good selection of TV channels the hotel has.

A few hours later, you're still awake and on your phone, scrolling through Instagram, the TV long turned off. You're laid on your side facing away from your currently snoring boyfriend. Joe grumbles in his sleep and rolls over, moulding his body around yours and spooning you. You feel something poking you in your bum and smirk to yourself, wiggling your butt back against him.

"Hmm, you still awake?" Joe whispers, his voice rough with sleep and exhaustion, one of his hands running over your thigh.

"Mm, I didn't wake you up, did I?" You reply, shivering in delight as his lips graze your neck. You roll over to face him, and he moves your leg on top of his, moving your bodies closer together as he kisses you hard, his hands wandering around to your ass and squeezing it.

Oh.

You see where this is going.

"Are you sure you're up to this, Joe? You're exhausted." You say quietly, trying your best to control your breathing after you break away. Thanks to your busy schedules, it been at least two weeks since you'd last had sex. You snuck in whatever you could, but mostly it was just heavy make out sessions or occasionally a hand and/or blow job to help with Joe's anxiety levels. You were practically soaked already and he'd barely touched you.

"Never too tired for you," he mumbles, pecking your lips softly, and slowly lifting up the hem of your (his) shirt. "Off?"

You nod, and you both work together to rid you of the oversized shirt. "C'mere," he grunts, rolling you on top of him, his hands on your hips as he looks up at me.

"Lazy," you tease, your skin feeling like it's on fire as he runs his hands up your sides.

"Beautiful." He responds, giving you that little smile that makes your heart melt every time. It's a smile that only you get to see, and it's during your intimate moments like this that he smiles like that, and you fall in love with him all over again. You hum and lean down, kissing him passionately, your tongues dancing around each other. His hands return to your hips, pushing them down against his crotch as he lifts his hips up, and the friction and heat makes you both moan. You nibble on his bottom lip, which you know drives him crazy, before moving to kiss his jawline and neck, a somewhat external G-spot for him. "Fuck..."

"Well, if you want, I mean, I was just gonna suck you off and then take care of myself," you grin against his skin, and he responds by slapping your ass lightly. In return, you bite gently on his collarbone, and he grunts, the noise going straight in between your legs. "What do you want, Joe? Tell me."

"Wanna fuck you," he growls, turning his head and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. "Wanna be inside you so bad, baby, please."

You whimper, nodding. Foreplay would have to wait for tonight.

You sit up and awkwardly peel off your underwear, throwing it somewhere in the room, deciding you'd find it in the morning. You gently palm Joe's cock through his boxers, making him grunt and moan your name loudly, before pulling them down his legs, and he kicks them off his feet. You take his cock into your hand, squeezing gently and stroking him a few times. "Please, baby, m'not gonna last long..." You'll let him off for that, it really has been forever since you last fucked. You reach across to the bedside table, grabbing a condom from your makeup bag (damn your birth control prescription running out before you'd realised) and tearing it open. He holds his hands out to put it on himself, but you slap them away, rolling it on him as slowly as possible, making him grit his teeth, grunt and buck his hips slightly.

Deciding to be a bit more of a tease, you hover above him for a few seconds, grinding down ever so slightly. He grips your hips so tight there will definitely be bruises in the morning, and he bites his lip, whimpering and cursing. You decide to let him off, because you want this just as much as he does, and you place the head of his cock at your dripping pussy, slowly sinking down onto him. He throws his head back and moans, a little too loudly, as do you. "God, I missed this...missed you."

"I missed you too," you sigh, placing your hands on his chest, giving yourself a bit of leverage before you start to move your hips. "Fuck, Joe, you feel so fucking good..." as much as you want this to last, you know it won't. You can already feel your orgasm growing as you grind down against him. He bucks his hips up, his cock brushing my g-spot. "Oh my god, Joe!"

"Fuck," he growls, his breathing heavy. "Faster, baby, please, I-" he cuts himself off with a moan as you obey. "Shit, fuck!"

"You're so loud," you giggle breathlessly, gasping as he places his thumb on your clit and rubs in time with your thrusts. "We're gonna get noise complai-AH, FUCK, JOE!"

"I'm the loud one, am I?" Fucking asshole.

"Shut up," You gasp, as he sits up, wrapping your legs around him and attaches his lips to your collarbone, sucking and biting as you move together. You can tell he's getting close from the way his breath is coming out in pants, and his moans are getting more desperate sounding. He rests his forehead against your shoulder, and you run your fingers through his curly hair, and he looks up at you.

"Kiss me," he whispers, and of course, you do. "M'getting close."

"Me too," you whisper back, and he reaches between you to stroke your clit. "Joe, I-"

"I know."

The room is filled with your moans, and heavy breathing as you both get closer and closer to the edge. Joe moves his hand and lies you down on the bed, so he's on top. He winks at you, and smirks as he puts your legs around his waist, and his hands either side of your head. He ducks down and kisses you softly before moving his hips, fucking you hard and fast, the way he knows you like it.

"Oh,my god Joe, I'm gonna cum!" You moan, digging your nails into his back.

"Do it, wanna feel you cum for me," he groans, and all it takes is him angling his hips just right, and you're coming, moaning his name probably way too loud, your whole body shaking. Joe curses and stills, pushing his cock inside you one last time as he cums into the condom, hard, his head dropping onto your shoulder as he whispers your name, telling you he loves you. You say it back, stroking his neck gently as he collapses on top of you, his head on your chest. "You're amazing."

"I think you'll find that's you, babe." You say breathlessly, grinning like a fool.

"I am pretty fucking good in bed, aren't I?" Joe grins, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"You always know what to say...so romantic," you roll your eyes, poking him in the tummy.

"Mhmm, you're very lucky. I mean, I even make sure you cum every single time we fuck, if that's not true love, I don't know what is." He pulls off the condom, tying it and throwing it into the bedside bin.

"Be still my beating heart!" You laugh and kiss the top of his head, rolling out from underneath him. He pouts, reaching out for you with grabby hands. "Joe, as much as I'd love to cuddle right now, I seriously need to shower after that. Wanna come with?"

"Depends, you might have to roll me, you've worn me out." he yawns, sitting up on the bed. "Besides, I already had a bath. Can't you just give me a sponge bath or something so I don't have to move?"

"Again, lazy. And I know you already showered, but if you think I'm cuddling with you when you smell like sweat and sex, you can fuck right off." You tease, grinning with your tongue poking between your teeth. You turn around, heading into the bathroom and turning on the shower. After waiting for the water to warm up, you step in, relishing the warmth cascading over you. A few minute later, you feel Joe's arms wrap around your waist and his body pressing up against yours. You stand in silence for a few moments, letting water fall down over you both. He then turns you around in his arms so you're facing him, your arms around his neck.

"Y'know, we could have just done it in here, that way we could be in bed right now." He says, flicking his wet hair out of his eyes. You run your fingers over the short hairs at the back of his neck as he leans his forehead against yours.

"Hey, I'm not the one who fell asleep before we'd even had a chance to do anything."

His face falls a little. "I'm sorry, I've been kind of a shitty boyfriend recently, haven't I?"

"What are you talking about?" You frown up at him, his beautiful brown eyes avoiding yours.

"Well, just with conventions and appearances and everything, and how busy we've been, I haven't had time to just...be with you, y'know?"

"Joe, we live together, we travel together, we're with each other every day almost-"

"That's not what I mean, we haven't been on a date in literally forever, I was at the con in Tokyo the entire day of our anniversary, and my dad was with us all day before that, for fucks sake!"

"Your dad is pretty much with us all the time, babe. It doesnt bother me, you know how much I love him. Turn around." You say, squirting some shampoo into your hand and massaging his scalp. He sighs.

"See, this is what I mean. You do all this nice stuff for me, like the back rubs, the food runs, the surprise blowies-"

"Which I do because I want to, not because I feel like I have to." You take the shower head off the wall and rinse his hair out, before running some conditioner through it. "I love you, and I know exactly what being with you entails. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I got salty about everything?"

"A normal one." Joe retorts, turning back around and gesturing for you to turn your back to him so he can wash your hair for you. "And I'm glad you're not, I just feel bad. You do everything for me and I can't even give you five minutes recently."

You don't respond, revelling in the feel of his fingers on your scalp, massaging in the shampoo. You hum appreciatively. He rinses out the shampoo and runs conditioner through your hair, making sure to cover every inch. "When we get home, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Joe-"

"Please? We can go out and celebrate our anniversary properly, dinner, drinks, a movie, whatever you want."

You turn back around to face him. "What I want, is to stay in, order Chinese, shag and then fall asleep on the sofa with you. Joe you don't have to take me out, or buy me shit to make me feel like you love me. I know you love me, without all the materialistic crap, okay?"

He said nothing, instead he looked at you his eyes looking a little misty. He was an emotional mess tonight, but you couldn't really blame him. He blinked a couple of times, and kissed you on the nose.

"Turn around, you sap." He mumbled, giving you a small smile. He basically meant 'stop before you make me cry' in fewer words. You laughed softly, before turning back around so he could rinse your hair and his. Once you're clean, you step out and dry yourselves off, and you put on Joe's shirt again, this time pairing it with some pyjama shorts. You quickly dry my hair before getting back into bed, settling down with your head on his chest and his arms around you. "See, isn't this better than standing up and actually moving?"

"Mm," you sigh, already feeling your eyes getting heavy. "I miss our bed though."

"Me too, when we get home we are gonna spoon so fucking hard in bed for like a week." He mumbles into your hair.

"What about food and stuff?" You look up at him, raising an eyebrow. He laughs.

"Of all the things you're worried about, I love how food is at the top of that list. I fucking love you." He kisses the top of your head and switches off the bedside light. "Maybe we can persuade Wes to bring us breakfast in bed."

"Oh yeah, I can totally see him being okay with that," you laugh, my hand resting on Joe's stomach. "If anything, you owe me breakfast in bed after all these bloody photos I've taken of you. Know how hard it is to make you look good mid sentence?"

"Ouch, low blow, babe."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You know I love looking at you, chocolate button eyes." You tease, laughing as he groans into his pillow.

"I need to learn to think before I divulge all this stuff. I'm never shaking that am I?"

"Never ever."

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minkyungseokie · 22 days

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Anime

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years

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half past five high - chapter 1 (a fateful meeting)

pairing: supermodel!Mingyu x influencer!fem!reader, photographer bf!Joshua x influencer!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, rich people!AU

warnings: cheating, alcohol and food consumption, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise and degradation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, Mingyu is an asshole

word count: ~4.2k

summary: The world of rich, influential people has always been full of glitz and glamor. But it’s also filled with greedy, powerful and destructive people, the walking red flags, the ones you should stay away from at any cost. Kim Mingyu is one of these people. But you are wise enough to stay away from him....Right?

Author’s note: This fic is solely inspired by The Weeknd’s song, The Hills and it was supposed to be an oneshot but oh well haha

Taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @wonwoosthetic @berrryshortcake @husbandhoshi @mangogyu @boowanie

This is solely a piece of fanfiction. I do not condone with such behavior and I do not see Mingyu in this way, under any circumstance.

Seoul. LA. Paris. Milan. New York. Tokyo. London.

Kim Mingyu’s fame has reached all of the aforementioned glamorous city, thanks to his pictorials, catwalks for prestigious fashion houses and the god-like physique and face he was gifted with. Working as a high-class supermodel definitely has its perks, some of them being the endless traveling around the globe, the flow of money and expensive possessions, such as designer brand clothes, a crib in the outskirts of Seoul and a sleek black Mustang - his favorite.

But most of all, Kim Mingyu is a renowned bachelor and a playboy who has kept the paparazzis and gossip sites busy with his…rather wild personal life. And when Kim Mingyu sets his sight on something or someone, he’ll do everything in his power to get it, even if it means bringing pain on others.

And this is exactly what would happen after one fateful night - the night he met you.

Y/N L/N. A famous influencer and socialite - one post on your Instagram account brings you enough money to pay for a luxurious trip to an exotic place. You’re known throughout the high societies of fashion temples, you’re bound to be attending fashion shows and fancy galas, always sitting at the front row, next to designers, photographers and lots of important people.

That’s where you met your beloved boyfriend of two years, Joshua Hong. A freelance photographer who has been on the road for over five years, always booked and busy by magazines, executive editors fighting over his talent and detailed work, offering contracts upon contracts with lots of money. But no, Joshua stays faithful to his principles and most importantly, faithful to you. You love him with all your heart and you never miss a chance to share your moments of happiness on your Instagram account, the comment section always exploding with love and cute comments, praising the genuine relationship you have.

Ironically, you met MIngyu at a similar event - a party after the latest Dior fashion show, to be exact.

You and Joshua were both invited at the show, blessing the eyes of everyone there, flashing warm smiles and exchanging chaste yet warm kisses with your boyfriend, his eyes shining brighter than all the rhinestone-decorated dresses, glittery makeup and lights of the catwalk. You watched the show with huge interest, your eyes fixated on the new launches, the smooth fabrics and the flow on the models.

Until he came into the view.

It was as if time stopped, the repeated clicks of the cameras around you and the loud murmurs of the guests around you turning into a blur, as your pupils dilate at the sight of the one and only Kim Mingyu, effortlessly strutting on the catwalk, owning it, making it his. You had never seen him close, only from photos and videos online, but damn, the real thing is always better.

He didn’t leave your mind even after the end of the catwalk and during the party, mindlessly swirling the flute of champagne in your hand.

How could a man like him exist? What was he made of? God? The Devil? Those questions were running laps in your mind.

“Something on your mind, angel?”, Joshua's smooth voice brings you back to reality, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Just…feeling lucky to be here”, you reply with a soft smile, “With all these important people, all the glamor…With you”, you add and mentally wince for lying to your beloved. “Aw, my baby is getting wholesome”, he coos with a laugh and presses a kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my, if it isn’t Joshua Hong showing affection in public”, a deep, velvety voice disrupts the rather intimate moment and you both turn around to see the one man who has been tormenting your thoughts for the past three hours. “Oh my, if it isn’t Kim Mingyu starting a normal conversation”, Joshua jokes and shares a tight hug with the man. “How have you been, my friend?”, “Eh, the usual. Traveling, modeling, booking shoots, meeting dashing beauties”, Mingyu flashes a toothy grin. He then shifts his eyes to you and you feel a jolt on your spine as his gaze changes into something indescribable, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Speaking of dashing beauties, how dare you don’t introduce me to the beautiful lady accompanying you, Joshua”, he smoothly switches the attention to you, “I’m Kim Mingyu. And you are?”, “Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir Kim”, you opt for a handshake. “My my, such good manners. And please, call me Mingyu”, he smiles and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. “Y/N is an influencer - and a very successful one”, Joshua sweeps next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, instinctively bringing you closer to him, “Isn’t that right, angel?”, “If you say so, Shua”, you giggle and turn to kiss him, Mingyu’s gaze feeling heavy on you all of a sudden.

“You’ve always been a lucky man, Joshua. And lady luck is still on your side, it seems”, the model comments. “Indeed. Although I’d like to call it ‘fate’ rather than luck”, he looks at you again fondly. “Fate or luck, I advise you to keep this pretty lady as close as you can”, Mingyu adds on, ready to walk away.

“Anyone could swoop in and steal her away”.

Your eyes meet Mingyu’s eyes again for a split second and you can feel trouble oozing from him, especially with the words he spoke just now.

But it only makes you wanna find out more about the man.

“Interesting guy”, you nonchalantly say while sipping on your champagne. “Interesting, yet dangerous and troublesome”, Joshua sighs audibly. “I thought he was your friend?”, “He is. But that doesn’t mean I’ll turn a blind eye to his true nature”, “And what is his true nature?”, “He’s a man with looks, power and fame. But he’s also irrevocably attracted to danger in most of its forms - especially fast cars and pretty women, single or taken”, Joshua explains, “Wow, you make him sound like an asshole”, you laugh but stop once you see your boyfriend’s serious expression. “I think it’s better to keep your distance from him”.

“Shua, I’d never betray you for someone else”, you put down your glass and cup his cheeks with your hands. “I know, sweetheart”, he smiles softly and takes your hands in his, pressing a kiss on the tips. “Come on, let’s enjoy the party, shall we?”, and he takes you by your hand, pulling you against him to enjoy the rest of the night.

Meanwhile, Mingyu is watching the two of you being all lovey-dovey, gaze seething with jealousy, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, focusing on your enticing silhouette and the champagne bodycon dress of yours.

Thinking how pretty you’d look without it and under him, moaning his name.

Not that it’d be long before it happens.

“Ugh, my head is spinning”, you rub your temples while waiting for your face cream to dry. “Maybe you shouldn’t have drunk so much champagne, baby”, Joshua chuckles while putting on his pajamas, ruffling his hair slightly. “It’s not my fault it was actually good for once!”, you whine and pat your face with your fingertips, hoping it’ll dry faster. “I have to say, the party was more fun than expected”, you comment, “Yeah, it was hilarious to see two instagrammers pulling each other’s extensions”, Joshua snorts. “You do know I’m an instagrammer too, right, Shua?”, you throw him a slight glare, “I know, but you ain’t fake like them, honey. Plus, you’ve never gotten in drama like this”.

As if on cue, a notification on Instagram pops up in your phone and you open the screen to a very surprising sight.

mingyu_k has started following you.

“Y/N?”, “Hm?”, “Is everything okay? You got serious all of a sudden”, Joshua rubs your arm soothingly. “Oh? N-No, it’s nothing important…Just a verification I forgot to do on the app, won’t take me long”, you reassure him. “Okay sweetie, I’ll be off to sleep”, he pecks your lips, “Don’t stay too much though, you need to rest!”, he chirps while exiting the bathroom and you flash a small smile.

Nothing important. Another lie within a night. About the same person.

You feel your hands getting clammy, not knowing what to do next. Kim Mingyu followed you on Instagram and you’re on the edge of panicking, because you can feel it in your bones that he did it with a purpose in mind. Suddenly, Joshua’s words during the party are brought to the surface again and they’re running laps in your brain, red flags going off left and right.

Then why did you press the follow back button? And most importantly, why are you still waiting over your phone and not going to sleep, wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms?

mingyu_k: you look even better than the photos, sweetheart

Of course he’s flirting, you think to yourself and type an answer, your manicured nails clicking on the screen.

its_yn: is that what you tell to every girl you follow?

Mingyu is currently laying on the king-sized bed of his hotel suite, only in a pair of tight, black boxers, quietly chuckling at your response, not wanting to wake up the naked girl who’s blissfully asleep right next to him - probably tired after getting railed by him after the party.

mingyu_k: only the ones who get my attention right away

He watches the three dots bounce on the screen of his phone and scoffs lightly when you reply to his message.

its_yn: sure sir playboy supermodel

mingyu_k: you’re flattering me, sweetheart

its_yn: don’t let it get to your head though

mingyu_k: that would be me getting in your pretty lil head, babe

mingyu_k: you thought i didn’t notice the way you were looking at me during the catwalk?

“Fuck”, you curse under your breath, feeling yourself heat up by each passing second, basically driven into a corner by Mingyu - how the hell did he notice you? There were so many people in the front rows and he walked on the catwalk for what? Thirty seconds? A minute? You couldn’t understand.

But it was so adrenaline-inducing, this little push and pull game you’ve both started, with no intentions of stopping any time soon, despite the underlying danger.

its_yn: so what? Is it a bad thing to admire a handsome person at work?

Mingyu smirks like a devil at your latest message and he glances over to the asleep girl, shifting a bit further away from her to open his camera and take a pic of his spread thighs and then another one, pressing ‘send’ immediately.

mingyu_k sent two photos.

You open the messages and your mouth goes agape at the sight of Mingyu’s deliciously muscular thighs being spread on the mattress. But the second picture is even worse - his perfectly sculptured face smirking in the camera, craning his neck backwards on purpose to flex it and the hint of his taut chest, oh God, his fucking chest-

its_yn: you’re fucking insane

mingyu_k: so what? Is it a bad thing to share pics with another pretty person?

mingyu_k: or are you scared of your pretty lil gentleman finding out?

“God, you fucking asshole”, you breathe out and run your hand through your hair in frustration.

its_yn: it’s getting late you know

mingyu_k: does my princess want her beauty sleep?

its_yn: i’m not your princess, mingyu

mingyu_k: of course you aren’t

mingyu_k: go back to your pretty prince baby, he’s probably waiting for you

its_yn: just don’t text me again

mingyu_k: I won't. but you will

its_yn: maybe in your dreams

mingyu_k: the only dreams you’ll see are yours with me, babe

All while you close your phone in a panic and silently go back to bed, slipping into Joshua’s arms, hoping his embrace would wash away your worries and guilt, Mingyu is laying back on the bed, a dirty, triumphant grin plastered on his face.

“What Kim Mingyu wants, Kim Mingyu will get it”, he mutters, licking the corner of his lips, shutting his eyes and letting sleep take over him.

Your sleep was terrible, to say the least.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the short conversation you had with Mingyu in your dms and you most certainly couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures he sent you. Yes, Joshua did warn you about his mannerisms, but you never expected he’d be so… direct with you. It made you nervous, but it also lit a spark inside you - as if the sudden attention he was giving you made you feel… wanted.

To be completely honest, you still love Joshua. But the amount of time you both have invested in your respective work has definitely dealt a damage to your relationship - in the most intimate part of it, specifically. In other words, you haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in almost a month. Waking up at completely different hours and returning home late has become a part of your routines and you aren’t even married yet.

Even today, you woke up alone, Joshua’s side completely empty and cold on the bed of the suite you were staying in. To his defense though, he did leave you a small note, apologizing for having to catch a different flight than you back to Seoul, saying he’d text you as soon as he gets to Incheon Airport.

You groggily get up and go to the bathroom, hoping a cold shower would wake you up and a rich breakfast at the hotel restaurant would charge you with much-needed energy before the trip back home.

About an hour later, you’re back in the room, taking your clothes out of the closet and carefully folding them and placing them in your suitcase. You check the time on your phone and opt to take a quick picture, uploading it on Instagram as a story, captioning it with “packing up for home <3”. Seeing you still have some time before checking out of the hotel, you decide to sit on the balcony, enjoying the beautiful view in front of you.

You had visited Paris on your first year anniversary with Joshua and you had the time of your life. You smile softly as you remember the fond memories you created with your beloved boyfriend, the walks you shared along the Elysian fields, on top of the Eiffel Tower.

Your phone rings all of a sudden, snapping you out of your dreamy state. You open the screen and cold sweat washes over your body as you see a new message from Mingyu, who happened to be the first one to see your story.

mingyu_k: only one suitcase, huh? did your prince charming leave you alone already?

"No rest for the wicked, huh", you scoff and open the chat, typing out your answer.

its_yn: none of your business

its_yn: it won't be long before I'm with him again anyways

You hope this will shut him up and leave you at your peace.

But of course not.

mingyu_k: maybe you will, maybe you won’t

its_yn: what the hell is that supposed to mean

mingyu_k: i’m just saying you might be led astray in the meantime, sweetheart

its_yn: by who? you?

mingyu_k: that’s on you, angel

You wanted to throw your phone off the balcony and scream out of frustration. Because Kim Mingyu was definitely frustrating you to no end. Why you? What was that made him stick to you like a leech in such a short period of time?

You’ve been thrown into a spiral of thoughts and guilt since last night, your little talk with Mingyu and his very provocative pics not letting you sleep peacefully, making your panties a mess - all while Joshua was sound asleep right next to you.

You shake your head sideways and try to get a grip of yourself. You huff and enter the room again, taking your suitcase and leaving the room, riding the elevator down to the reception and checking out earlier, hoping you’ll catch an earlier flight home.

You exit the hotel and go straight to the taxi waiting outside the hotel entrance, the driver helping you put the suitcase in the car. “Where to, miss?”, “Charles de Gaulle airport, please”, “Right away, miss”, the driver reassures you and you sit back comfortably, pulling out your phone to check whether you can change your ticket to an earlier flight. You call, hoping you’ll find a seat in time and after a quarter of talking on the phone, you manage to book a seat in business class with the 13:20 flight to Seoul.

The taxi ride passes in a blur and you find yourself bolting out of the car after paying the driver, rushing to pay for your ticket and get your luggage checked, your hands getting clammy. This is why I hate last minute changes, you think and groan, taking your luggage back and running to the airplane as fast as you can, completely missing the familiar pair of eyes who follow you until you enter the airplane.

A few minutes later, you’re safely in the plane, sitting on your seat, which is thankfully right next to the window. You take out your phone and call your boyfriend before your flight takes off.

“Babe?”, “Joshie? Where are you?”, “The flight made a stop at Dubai and I’m kinda stuck here for the time being. Where are you though? I saw your story this morning”, “Ahaha, yeah… About that”, you trail off with an awkward laugh. “You’re on the plane to Seoul, aren’t you?”, he asks with a knowing tone. “Okay fine, the flight departs in ten minutes! I couldn’t stay in Paris anymore. Especially alone”, you pout and he chuckles. “Did my angel get homesick already?”, “Yeah, kinda…”, “It’s okay, baby. Be patient and we’ll see each other again soon”, Joshua reassures you and the warmth of his tone calms you down.

For now.

“Attention please. The plane will depart shortly. You’re kindly requested to take your seats and fasten your seat belts”, you hear the announcement by the air hostess. “Hey Joshie?”, “I heard it, angel”, “Gotta go now”, “Okay, have a safe flight home, Y/N”, “You too, Josh”, you tell him and turn off the phone, fastening your seatbelt.

“Eager to see your prince charming, aren’t you, sweetheart?”, a deep voice is heard right next to you and you freeze in your seat as you turn around and see none other than Kim Mingyu sitting right next to you. On the same plane.

“What are you doing here?!”, “Getting ready to enjoy my flight, sweetheart”, Mingyu grins playfully and you feel absolutely powerless, cornered in your seat - quite literally. “Is this even your seat?”, you scoff, trying to ignore him, but he chuckles and fishes out his ticket. “Does that answer your question?”, he places it in your lap and to your dismay, the number of his seat is indeed the one right next to yours.

“Just my fucking luck”, you mutter under your breath. “Why the long face, Y/N? I think we could have a great time together”, Mingyu purrs in your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck are standing straight, his seductive tone already messing with your brain. “What is your problem, Mingyu?”, you face him, “Why are you so attached to me all of a sudden?”. You notice how his eyes darken, flashing his pearly white canines with a sultry smirk and you try to keep your composure because fuck, he looks so goddamn sexy and irresistible.

“You’ve piqued my interest, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, smart and successful - the last one without getting involved in drama, which is rare in our days”, he explains smoothly, his hand resting on your thigh. “May I remind you that I’m also taken?”, you swat his hand away, “I have a boyfriend, in case you forgot it”, you retort with a smile, but a rather venomous tone. “Your loyalty to your prince charming is adorable, Y/N”, “His name is-”, “Joshua Hong, yes, I’m fully aware of his name and his occupation”, Mingyu cuts you off with a light sneer, “But it’s that exact detail that attracts me, my dear”, “Do you thrive from ruining other people’s relationships, Kim Mingyu?”, “I thrive from reminding people what it feels like to be truly wanted again, Y/N L/N”, he inches closer, his hand resting under your chin, lips merely centimeters away from yours, “And I know for a fact that someone like you deserves to be treated like a fucking princess and not left alone to attend some business”, he finishes his sentence, punctuating the last part, his words sharp as a knife piercing your heart.

Because he was absolutely right.

“And what makes you think Joshua doesn’t treat me like a princess?”, you ask Mingyu with a raised eyebrow, the man in front of you scoffing and laughing afterwards. “Two things”, he swiftly replies, his finger running down your cheek. “One, your lil’ prince isn’t here with you, as he should have. Two..”, he mutters and leans in your ear.

“I’m right here and ready to do anything you want me to, sweetheart”.

“Fuck, Mingyu!”, you moan on his shoulder, your nails digging into his golden skin as he rams his cock inside you, your back pressed on the wall of the cramped airplane restroom. “Goddamnit, babe, you’re so fucking -ugh!- small, so tight”, Mingyu breathes in your ear, deep groans echoing in the small space, along with the squelching sounds of your pussy and your wetness dripping down his thick shaft with each thrust. “Y-You’re so b-big, Mingyu, so fucking thick!”, you look at him, biting your bottom lip to keep your noises down. “Oh yeah? You love the way I’m fucking your brains out, baby? Filling your tiny cunt to the brim?”, he smirks, hips relentlessly snapping against your ass, “Look at you, getting railed in such a tiny place, by the man you wanted to avoid the most…Ironic, isn’t it?”, he places sloppy kisses across your jawline, drawing mewl after mewl from your lips. “S-Shut up”, you whine and clench around his cock, making him chuckle darkly. “Stop pretending, sweetheart, I know you love this as much as I do~”, Mingyu grips the back of your thighs, pushing them nearly flat on your chest. You couldn’t think straight at this point, your mind filled with Mingyu and his cock stretching you out so deliciously, his sharp thrusts hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“M-Mingyu-”, “You’re gonna cum already, baby? Gonna cream my cock like the good little slut you are?”, Mingyu mocks you,but you can’t bring yourself to reply, your brain turned to putty from the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. “Just make me cum already!”, you whine and slot one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in rapid circles. “Fuck, I’m close, baby. Gonna cum”, “Cum in me”,”You-”, “Just do it, you asshole!”, you grit your teeth at him and Mingyu growls, his cock exploding inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your throbbing walls white.

You’re breathing unevenly, still clinging onto Mingyu, your lower half feeling like jello. He carefully puts you down, his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling down. “Are you trying to be a gentleman now?”, you groan as you feel his cum run down your inner thigh. “I’m always a gentleman, sweetheart”, he tilts your head upwards with his hand under your chin, placing a gentle kiss, his soft lips pressing on yours for a split second, before pulling away to admire your utterly disheveled state. “Fuck you, Kim Mingyu”, you accidentally moan and he pushes you on the wall again, slamming his fingers in your abused hole, pumping them steadily to make you push out all of his cum. “You just did that, sweetheart. In a fucking airplane, where anyone could walk in, you got railed like a pretty little cockhungry slut”, he sneers with a mocking tone, “But you enjoyed it, didn’t you, baby? You enjoyed getting your cunt filled with my cum, huh?”, he continues thrusting his fingers, more of his cum dripping down. “F-Fuck, I did! You fucked me so good, Mingyu!”, you whimper weakly and he stops his movements, withdrawing his fingers from your core.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, sweetheart?”, his demeanor changes immediately, his lips twitching in a cocky smirk. “You’re…a menace”, you look up at him with exhaustion in your eyes. “I know”, he chuckles and straightens up, tidying himself up and smoothing over his appearance. “W-What are you doing?”, “Baby, the flight isn’t over yet. Don’t wanna give the wrong impression to the other passengers”, Mingyu simply states, ready to open the door. “You better tidy up yourself too before landing home, sweetheart. Would be a real pity if your prince charming saw you in that state”, he nods while scanning your half-naked body, his words reminding you of what you just did.

You just cheated on Joshua. With the one man you were supposed to stay away from.

#mingyu smut #mingyu angst #svt mingyu #kim mingyu #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt angst #seventeen angst #seventeen fanfics #seventeen #hpfh

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scarpuppi · 2 months

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Fuck it *turns my fursona into an Aggretsuko OC*

Tomomi is a freelance journalist and photographer. He frequently cross-dresses to make information gathering easier, and cause he thinks it's fun!

He'd be tasked with keeping tabs on Haida during the events of S5. It's super easy for him given his connections in Tokyo.

#theo's trade #aggretsuko #haida #tomomi #furry oc #fursona #digital art

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mimic-of-hysy · 1 year

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#tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #shuuji hanma #shuji hanma #settie speaks

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ffarawaysworld · 1 year

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Freelance photographer Hanma Shuji travelling alone with his camera, taking pictures of what's around him to share with his followers on his blog/website. His pictures went viral almost immediately because of how breathtaking all of it was, with the help of his also well-known circle; Tokyo Manji Gang.

He arrives at a small town, planning to stay just for the night before continuing his journey; it all change in that same night. He went to take pictures of the sceneries around before checking in to the hotel. After a long, relaxing bath he decided to check his camera for the pictures he had taken earlier. Few pictures caught his attention, two of it being his main reason to extend his stay.

The pictures at the flower garden, where various flowers of all colours bloom; in one of it sat a girl lovingly gazing at the osiria roses. The second picture of the girl caught in his camera was her staring straight to the lens, making it looks like she was waiting for Hanma to take her picture. Hanma was stunned, he finally understands what having butterflies in his stomach feels like.

to be continued?

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fic #hanma shuuji x reader #tokyo revengers hanma

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immemorymag · 2 years

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Hiroshi Hamaya was born and raised in Tokyo. Hamaya taught himself photography at age 15 and he began his career documenting city from the air and the street, working as both an aeronautical photographer and a freelance contributor to magazines.

From 1937 to 1945 he was a freelancer based in Tokyo and an assignment in 1939 took him to the rural coast of the Sea of Japan, where he became interested in documenting the traditional customs of its people and the austere environment of the region. Over the next two decades he recorded life on the back coast prefectures, developing a more humanist, ethnographic approach toward photography.

#hiroshi hamaya #photography #culture #art collective #photomagazine #art #ethnography

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fashionbooksmilano · 1 year

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Magical Transit Days

Yayoi Arimoto

Edited by Shigeo Koto , Book Design by Hideki Nakajima

artbeat publishers, Tokyo 2006, Text in Japanese and English, 121 pages, 58 plates, 25,5 x 25 cm, softcover, ISBN 4-902080-06-0

euro 80,00

email if you want to buy :[email protected]

Illustrated throughout in color with 121 of Yayoi Arimoto's (1971- ) photographs. Checklist of photographs with English captions. Essay by Yayoi Arimoto 'Magical Transit Days 1998- 2006'.

“Magical Transit Days”, a photo collection of Japanese female photographer Yayoi Arimoto. Yayoi Arimoto, who has been working for an airline since 1992 and has started taking photographs at the recommendation of passengers while traveling between Japan and the world as a flight attendant. Since 2000, she has been working on photography.

“Pursuing beautiful, strange, cool, warm and attractive subjects.”

Traveling around the world in Asia, Greenland, Latin America, Europe, etc., taking photos, becoming a freelance photographer from 2006 . Since then, she has been active in many magazines, catalogs, CD jackets, TV commercials, advertisements and exhibitions.

” I feel foreign countries in people's clothes, skin color, and a little scenery, but as I said in an interview after the publication of this book, I think I only shoot only what I think is familiar to me."

05/11/22

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#Yayoi Arimoto #japanese female photographer #121 photographs #1998-2016 #photography books #libri di fotografia #fashionbooksmilano

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nicoooooooon · 1 year

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Cover and a spread from Hajime Sawatari’s “Serena Motola” published by Gambit, Japan, 2019

Born in Tokyo in 1940, Hajime Sawatari began publishing his works in photography magazines and elsewhere while still a student at the Department of Photography, College of Art, Nihon University. After working for Nippon Design Center, he became a freelance photographer in 1966. Although he mainly worked as a fashion photographer, he published his work in numerous magazines.

Serena Motola is a young Japanese model and actress. She appeared on the covers of fashion magazines, was in many commercials, was the subject of a few photo exhibitions, and acted in films and TV series.

#photography #photo book #hajime sawatari #serena motola #actress #Tokyo #Japan

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Dahlia Valentine Age: 27 (Looking) / 29 Gender: Cisgender Female Pronouns: She/Her/Herself Species: Vampire Face claim: Anya Taylor-Joy Character Occupation: Waitress at Daisy's Den & Freelance Photographer Neighbourhood of residence: The Brewery Affiliation: Unaffiliated Length of stay in Holloway: One year

CHARACTER SUMMARY

There is something odd about Dahlia Valentine. You hear her name and off the bat you just know she's a little different than everyone else, like she was plucked out of the wrong century. Those in Holloway see her and whisper, just as all small towns do, of the pretty girl with the watery eyes and the way she wears her attitude like a too-big coat, but they always leave out the most important parts of her. Born to a set of artistic, altruistic, and aloof parents, she too was destined to follow in their footsteps somehow. A sculptor like her father, a violinist like her mother, it didn't matter, it was practically written in the stars. Though she never really tried to fit into any mold - worked hard to pass her classes with flying colors and graduating with honors simply to get out of the stifling grip of private boarding school education - the way she could capture the world through a lens was undeniable. It helped that she found her own sort of confidence and intuition in it as well, excelling in taking portraits, offering another angle, a new perspective, a brighter side of things for those who stepped in her line of sight. She was lovely in all manners, from the way she relaxed people to how she always had some wise and philosophical quote tucked away for just the right moment. That drive and love, for both photography and people, took her all around the world starting at the prime age of eighteen, encouraged by her parents money and their desire for her to make a lasting mark on the world just as they had. From Tokyo to Brazil to Scotland, Dahlia spent years seeing just what it had to offer - the majesty and mystery, culture and creativity, and all of the darkness in between.

London was where the world was ripped away from her. She had settled there at twenty-seven. Her photography career was at an all-time high, her passport filled to the brim with locations and stamps to show that she had the experience, knowledge, and guts to cement herself in the history books. People knew her name, knew her face, knew her talent. She was doing just what destiny had planned, even opened up a studio to sell her services and photographs to those who had an eye for the arts. When a man had walked in at twilight, just as she was closing up for the evening, she had thought him just another socialite or aristocrat who wanted something to decorate his third vacation home. She had offered him her sweetest smiles and most formal tones, talked at length about her process and her favorite captures from years past. She thought it was just a sale. She didn't even fully commit his face to memory because she thought it so inconsequential. But this stranger in the nice shoes wasn't there for the art. He was there for her. It was a deliberate, purposeful act. It was clean. He killed her, tore into her throat, left her bloodless and on the cusp of darkness, and then brought her back. Like he'd done it a hundred times before. And then he just left her, on the proverbial cutting room floor, sweat-drenched and sticky with her own death. As if all he had wanted to do was destroy pretty things.

News of Holloway had come to her in the same way much of the other things in her life did - like fate and destiny, like a red string wrapped around her wrist. It was a place she was hearing about more and more, as her nights were getting longer and her days were getting shorter, as her wardrobe shifted into darker and more conservative colors, as her teeth began to hurt and a hunger churned her stomach like never before. A refuge, a neutral ground, a place to learn more of what she had become. So, she packed all she could, sold the rest, left her studio to an old friend, and for one last time, got a passport stamp, to America. Landing in the States and finding her way to Holloway felt like the ultimate stake in the chest. It felt like she had to start all over again, now. It was real. Getting a job as a waitress at a wine bar, taking photographs only when she could and under a pseudonym, renting her first one-bedroom flat all on her own. She was too soft for all of it, all of the change, having to cut herself off from the world she had spent so much time building and loving. Her tenderness and love of art had to be shelved for simple survival. It made her sad, more than anything, but she didn't want anyone to see her as prey. Not again. So she tries to cover it with attitude, snide comments and sharp words, coming off like a bratty teenager at best and a petulant rich girl at worst. But she doesn't care. As long as she is seen as someone to avoid, to fear, she will continue baring her teeth and flashing her fangs at any who dare cross her, even if it puts her fresh identity at risk.

#supernatural rp #spn rp #town rp #small town rp #mature rp #relaxed rp #bio rp #oc rp #mumu rp #horror rp #tvd rp #dahlia

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Case Studies

These are the three artist that I’ve chosen to do my case study on. The reason why I chose these three is because they all inspire me in all aspects of my creative outlet but also meet in the middle with photography and filmmaking. Peter Andrews is a purely a photographer, Hiroshi Sugimoto is a photographer and also an architect, and Tom Sachs is a sculptor but also a filmmaker.

Peter Andrew

Peter Andrew Lusztyk - Freelance photographer since 2009. born - 1982

Awards:

AACE Photographer of the Year 2013

Graphis Photography Award Gold 2013, Silver 2017

International Photography Awards 1st Place Winner 2012

PX3 Paris Photo Awards 1st Place Winner 2012

Communication Arts Photo Annual 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015

Applied Arts Photo Annual 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017

Magenta Foundation Emerging Photographer Award 2012, 2016

Hiroshi Sugimoto

Hiroshi Sugimoto - Photographer & Architect

born - 1946

Hiroshi Sugimoto is a Japanese photographer and architect. He leads the Tokyo-based architectural firm New Material Research Laboratory

Tom Sachs

TOM SACHS is a sculptor, probably best known for his elaborate recreations of various Modern icons, all of them masterpieces of engineering and design of one kind or another. In an early show he made Knoll office furniture out of phone books and duct tape; later, he recreated Le Corbusier's 1952 Unité d'Habitation using only foamcore and a glue gun. Other projects have included his versions of various Cold War masterpieces, like the Apollo 11 Lunar Excursion Module, and the bridge of the battleship USS Enterprise. And because no engineering project is more complex and pervasive than the corporate ecosystem, he's done versions of those, too, including a McDonald's he built using plywood, glue, assorted kitchen appliances. He's also done Hello Kitty and her friends in materials ranging from foamcore to bronze.

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ldrm · 2 months

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Fabian Ritter

Fabian Ritter is a freelance German photographer who is a member of the DOCKS collective, a group consisting of 5 members including himself. He was born near in the mountain areas and gained a bachelors in University of Applied Sciences and Arts, Dortmund. Ritter interests lie in social phenomena and tensions and takes these in a documentary style approach; an example would be his investment into the Russia and Ukraine war. Ritter has been in several exhibitions, multiple in Europe and placed highly in photo competitions. He was a finalist in the Sony World Photography Awards in Tokyo, Japan and made an appearance in the Museum of Photographic Arts in San Diego. Ritter's works are mostly nothing being overtly violent, in fact plenty of his works look rather quiet in appearance. However, there is usually a story that adds another layer of either solemness or tragedy, usually being the aftermath of some disaster.

The photo below was the first one I decided to take. It seemed like a rather peaceful photo but it was actually taken amidst the turmoil of the Russia and Ukraine war. The article this was taken for detailed about the joys and innocence of the youth was stripped away by the advances of the Russian Army.

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Fabian Ritter Info

Fabian Ritter Instagram

DOCS Collective Website

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maguro13-2 · 5 months

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War of Shadow Realm ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 4 Epilogue 4 (2/6) ~

Moirai Albarn : I know it's you that wanted to bring truth to the great Death God, and I bet you had some business to have an agreement with Grim's terms? I beg your pardon to enter.

??? : Fine, fine! I'll just be entering right now, just hold on a minute.

[Door opening]

??? : Sorry not to bother, but I'm with the press of my newsletter company and I come to this place for the scoop. Hello, daughter of the alien race. I'm here for some truth-believing news and I came to catch the biggest scoop in history. Is this the right place?

Moirai Albarn : Yeah, this is it. you did managed to come to the right place. Hmm? What's that in your cigarette? [reading the cigarette] "Never Knows Best"... I know you, you're that girl who is a truth-delivering person from the media.

Mamimi : Huh? How did you know the phrase while smoking these things? And how did you know that I was working for the media?

Moirai Albarn : You wouldn't happened to be the freelance photographer and world-famous story editor of the news, would you? You are...

Mamimi : Mamimi Samejima, the freelance photographer and story editor of the news. I catch everything with the lastest scoops around the world. And yes, you are correct, I was the who had been catching scoops to get the truth spreading to the world.

[Little Buster by The Pillows plays]

Moirai Albarn : Mamimi, a freelancer?

Mamimi : Yep, hat's me that I'm introducing to you.

Moirai Albarn : So, another of those truth-believing people, I see. [thinking] How did a young smoking-girl from the media delivers truth to Real World AU in the first place?

"Three years ago, Mamimi Samejima left a town called Mabase, the hometown of one person that we all know, A kid who unleashed a robot from his head named Naota. At her age, Mamimi was very close to Naota as a friend and even almost becoming a third wheel when this Haruko Haruhara arrived and onced lived in house. We don't know what made her inspired of becoming a photographer and a story editor, maybe it was her intelligence in the real world of becoming a story writing sensation that knows about the truth, the one that everyone believes about to finding out the whereabouts of behind the scenes. But during her free time, Mamimi had a secret hobby of her own to do things outside, she's a smoker like Spike Spiegel or anyone else in japan smokes a lot."

"Eventually, Mamimi left Japan after breaking a world record for catching scoops around Naota's hometown and became a freelance photographer to catch latest scoops from around the world, and she even opened her own newsletter station in her new hometown called Atlanta, Then on her trip to North Georgia she was nearly caught in a fiery explosion but manage to survive by shielding herself with some kind of pyrokinectic powers, this led Mamimi to live freely to smoke whatever she wants and continues to be a freelancer, her colleagues have created a new story for her. It was called Mamimi Smokes Out."

"The story that would make her a hero one day, and that is why she continued to live and probably smokes on her free time. Hey, at least she was alright in that explosion and has a reputation of being news photographer."

Mamimi : So foughtful of you that I wrote stories about these monster attacks related in Tokyo. It's that doppelganger Inky Albarn causing a total wreckage and putting the blame on your sister. This is where you and your sister ended up here?

Moirai Albarn : Of course, this entire castle owned by the Mobian Death God has tight security due to Grim's righteousness as a Death God. He has everything what he needed for the humans as guests or lure them into a trap as the intrusion, you came here to meet her to where she's at?

Mamimi : Guess so. It's probably for the fair shares and I even got married two years after the accident in North Georgia, check this out. (Creates a card by using her fire magic) Pretty cool, huh? I survived the blast and therefore catching surprise with this new kind of power. It's called Fire Magic.

Moirai Albarn : You've become a fire user after a fiery explosion manifested you to smoke freely and give you magical pryokinetic powers?

Mamimi : True that. (lights up her cigarette and begins to smoke) I heard the DWMA were packing a lot of heat with these political ties from the spreading influence of Shinra Kusakabe, the same person that created Soul World 1000 years ago. So the Men of his influence were being selfish and stubborn to keep the truth out of the public eye and the witches their selves. If they did that to the cause of the hatred between Humans and Witches, I guess it's probably the heartlesses that are responsible. Heartlesses are creatures that are born from the energy of pure darkness, a force that is officially parallel to the light itself, Humans did not even think they took many lives from the witches their selves, the heartlesses can and manipulate others to think they the are enemy or a renegade in sheep's clothing. I created many stories from all over the world to catch many scoops of latest incidents, wether we open our hearts to seek truth or will we give justice to the devils that spread the lies in their eyes. Basically, Japan's not a push over when it comes to this Soul World crap of his, and I didn't want to become a fan to Soul World, but that's actually a fact that I was never one, but I'm also a fan of famous mangakas and comic book artists from all over Real World AU. I just cared about anything that but my people.

Moirai Albarn : So what you're saying is--

Grim (Metal Sonic) : (on P.A.) Sorry for the delays. Greetings, human visitors. Welcome to the Death God's humble abode, The Hang Castle or probably you can call it the Mystic Mansion. So you finally woke up after I dragged you and your sister into this supernatural-haunted palace that I resided in. This is surely a nice place to visit or wether there are enemy intrusion that makes this place as a base of operations.

[Mystic Mansion - Naofumi Hataya, Jun Senoue]

Mamimi : So this is the name of this place, finally recognized of how you and your sister ended up here. So, anyway I am here for you to deliver for today's and tonight's news. I've come to deliver the truth for you to seek into knowledge.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : (on P.A.) Oh, a girl that delivers the "truth' for me. Very well...Since we don't get many visitors from around all the time, I suggest that I should help you out deliver it to me, if you only manage of surviving the Mystic Mansion, this place is heavily guarded by security defenses and only I have the power to control this place. There are switches, traps, and even death traps...

Mamimi : Oh, that doesn't sound so bad.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : (on P.A.) Which is nothing but black abyss and shadow-operated platforms. And also watch out for the Pumpkin Ghosts.

Mamimi : Oh, I see that.

Moirai Albarn : Okay, reaper! I accept this challenge and Mamimi will deliever to the truth for you if you promise that my sister is safe and sound. So where is she anyway? How can I get to her, I can feel her presence to my heart.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : She might be around the castle, if you come to follow my instructions on the guidebook.

Mamimi : Really? Let me see if this is on the right page. I surely doubt that this will be a good use to it. [looks into the Sonic Heroes Guidebook for a moment and then enlarges her eyes that pops through the guidebook] My god, this place for a video game level is a like a maze in here, I don't even know if we ever gonna find the throne to this castle.

Moirai Albarn : Then, my suggestion is that we pull this challenge with some third person and I wonder who's gonna guide us to his throne. This is gonna be really hard for us to challenge.

Seto : Don't worry, but I know how to guide to the reaper's throne and that is exactly you're looking at someone for helping you finding your sister.

Moirai Albarn : You are...Seto the Needless Girl, right?

Seto : That's Seto the Deathless to you. And I've come to face the truth of behind Soul World's facade. But I know that I've got something that will might help you and your sister to protect all life on earth.

~ Seventy-Fourth Scene : Girl with the Smoking Truth ~

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