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foreverfallingforthestars · 2 years

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Going to You

I wanted to make this a longer project, but I don't have the time nor the energy to add to my WIP lmao. But either way, I really hope that people enjoy this cute little (not so little?) story about long distance friends meeting!! Also the banners I'm making for these are so trash but I'm rolling with it lol. As usual, let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list for TOG!

Word Count: 2729 CW: cursing Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month 2022 Masterlist

Day 3 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Travel/Vacation

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>> Look, it’s you! I appreciate you. *Attachment: a picture of a hawk trying to pick up a tortoise with the caption: ‘HAWKS. Born to make you feel smarter’*

<< Aelin.

>> Yes?

<< Shut up.

Aelin laughed out loud as she locked her phone and tucked it away into her pocket before walking into the conference room for her meeting. It was always nice to get a laugh in by teasing her best friend when her day was dragging , especially when she knew that he wasn’t going to get his feathers ruffled just from a simple joke.

Even as the thought crossed her mind, Aelin had to suppress another laugh. She wished that she could’ve seen his reaction in real time but alas, that was the way things worked with them — texts, phone calls, the occasional video calls.

She had met Rowan Whitethorn accidentally a year ago, and if she were being honest, she felt as though the fact that the two of them had met was simply a stroke of fate, not an accident.

It was one of many late nights that Aelin had been spending at work, waiting for a client to respond to her email, when she decided to waste time on Instagram, and as she got further and further down her scrolling spree, she came across book editor Rowan Whitethorn’s page about current popular books on social media and how social media was causing waves of trends amongst the book community. She messaged him about the video, something that she normally didn’t do. The most Aelin would do to interact with others online was like the reels and posts she would see.

She still didn’t understand why she had decided to click on his profile and message him, but that was what kickstarted their friendship. The four hour time difference between Terrasen and Doranelle made it so Aelin’s late night was merely Rowan’s early evening, and somehow they made it work. The single message had spiraled into a conversation that lasted for hours, and Aelin had left at nearly eleven that night, despite finishing the last bit of work an hour earlier. The next morning, she had awoken to a few more messages from Rowan, seeming incredibly hesitant as he wondered if they could continue the conversation.

Aelin wholeheartedly agreed.

Soon enough, the conversation had moved off of Instagram to texting as they shared phone numbers, and then whenever Aelin was driving home from work, she’d call Rowan and they’d talk on the phone, and on weekends, they would video call too. Within a year, everyone around Aelin had spoken to Rowan at least once and they all knew that he was her best friend. They were essentially penpals, but it was also so much more. Rowan was her rock, her home away from home, and every day she would look forward to the moments when they could get a few messages in.

To be fair, half the time the messages would involve Aelin teasing Rowan for being such a fussy, old man — she didn’t even care that he was thirty years old, four years older than her twenty six. There was one time where Aelin was sick enough to sleep through the day, and Rowan swore he thought she had gone up and died without telling him. Needless to say, he now had her cousin, Aedieon’s, phone number, and she had gotten herself a worrywart across the ocean.

It wasn’t as though she would trade that for the world, though, because even though she had never met Rowan in person, she was fairly sure that he was her favorite person in the world, and the feeling probably extended past friendship, but Aelin would be absolutely batshit insane to ever tell him that, especially over text .

But despite everything, she wanted to do something special for the two of them, so ever since Rowan had mentioned that he needed a weekend off away from his normal life, she decided that she would take it upon herself to plan the perfect little weekend vacation that they could use to meet up as well.

Aelin had booked the tickets to a small group of tourist friendly islands called Mistward last night and was waiting for the perfect time to forward the ticket information over to his email, and what better time would it be than to do it when he knew he couldn’t call her and chew her out because she was going to be in a meeting? Deciding to bite the bullet, she opened up her email, entered Rowan's email address, and hit forward before setting her phone on vibrate and pulling up a notes app on her tablet as the meeting began.

Sure enough, within minutes, her phone started vibrating. Discreetly looking down at her watch where the notifications were also coming through, all she saw was her name coming from Rowan, and she suppressed a smile at the thought of how angry he would pretend to be.

It took longer than expected to get back to Rowan thanks to the meeting running longer than the allotted forty five minutes, but Rowan had responded as soon as she did.

<< Aelin.

>> I thought you told me to shut up, so I did!

<< You did not just pay for two tickets to an island destination for this weekend.

>> I most definitely did, buzzard.

<< I can’t expect you to pay for me like that

>> Get used to it because if it were up to you, you’d never take a break

>> Says the woman working sixty hours a week?

<< Shush this is my moment to make sense

<< Just accept it! This is our moment to meet, Rowan

Aelin had to wait a couple of minutes before Rowan responded, and the entire time she was waiting, she tried not to chew her thumbnail down to the very nub, and thankfully she succeeded, but just barely.

>> Fine, but I’m paying for dinner.

<< It’s a date.

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In mere minutes, she would be seeing Rowan Whitethorn for the first time.

In mere minutes, she would be touching Rowan Whitethorn for the first time.

In mere minutes, she would be with her best friend for the first time, and Aelin absolutely could not deal.

She never realized that it could be strange, the feeling of meeting someone for the first time despite having known such deep and sincere things about them.

She had known the pain of loss that he had felt when Lyria had died, just weeks after getting engaged to her, and he had understood the guilt she felt when Sam had died due to a drunk driver because he was trying to pick her up from a party one night.

Aelin knew Rowan, but it was incredibly weird to think about how she didn’t really know him at the same time? She didn’t know if he cracked his knuckles frequently like she did or if he liked to twitch his leg; however, she desperately hoped all of that would change over the course of the next two days.

The two were expected to land within thirty minutes of each other (which was a miracle in of itself considering the time difference of leaving on a Friday afternoon) and had decided to meet up at the baggage claim area, and so there Aelin was, sitting on her suitcase with her phone in hand as she scrolled through Rowan’s Instagram pictures, trying to visualize his small photos as a real, live human before deciding that the entire idea was stupid and she needed to get her shit together.

He was going to be here in…three minutes, and she felt the pterodactyls rushing her stomach. Oh god, she could not throw up here. That would be such a bad way to meet someone for the first time. Instead of thinking about all of the nerves, she focused on looking at her notes app and checking through the itinerary of what they were planning on doing. As soon as they got out of the airport, the plan was to get to the hotel that Aelin had booked where they had connecting rooms and immediately go out walking without a plan to find the little nooks and crannies of the area with the restaurants without lines going out the door. Those places tended to be more authentic and not geared towards tourists. Obviously, they were going to do all the touristy things later on during the rest of the weekend before they had to leave Sunday night for the flight. It was in the plan that they would be going to the Oakwald Wilderness Park and swimming in the local waterfalls. After that, they would also be going to the beach and just spending a while tanning in the sunlight, but for the most part, Aelin wanted the chance to relearn her best friend in person .

She was so lost in looking at her phone that she jumped when she felt someone touch her shoulder. Whipping her head around, she startled as she took in the man standing in front of her with a slight nervous smile. His tan skin was a contrast against the silver hair that Aelin had only seen through screens. The tattoo running down his left arm was exposed as well, another thing that Aelin had only seen in detail through her screen as he showed it to her through the camera. Finally, she looked into his pine-green eyes, and it finally hit her that the man in front of her was Rowan.

Her Rowan.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, standing and turning around at the same time, nearly tumbling off the suitcase. Rowan grabbed her gently by her forearms to steady her, and they stood there for a moment. Aelin was aware that they probably looked like a pair of idiots pretending to be in a movie, but it felt as though time had stopped for her as she took in Rowan until she had the presence of mind to speak.

“Hi, Buzzard,” she greeted with a smile, her heart filling up with emotions she was starting to parse through and understand was excitement and happiness and the nerves of seeing a man she liked. Rowan let go of her with a laugh, but he didn’t go far.

“Hey, Fireheart,” he greeted back, and she let out a laugh of relief. He was in front of her, and they were going to do this.

At first it was a bit strange to be talking to each other in person, but eventually they fell into a familiar rhythm of teasing each other and talking about literally anything. Even as they got settled into their respective hotel rooms, they left the connecting door open to scream across as they unpacked. Eventually they made their way out of the hotel and started walking around. There were moments that she wished Rowan would just take a hold of her hand, but the more rational part of her brain knew that it would be weird.

“So, this is weird, right?” she finally gave in and asked as they continued to dodge other tourists walking around the pathway as the sun was slowly setting, casting an orange glow over the buildings.

Rowan looked down at her with a smile. “Yeah, but it’s a good weird.”

“How is weird ever good?”

“I mean, you’re weird.”

“Excuse you,” she retorted in an offended tone and a hand on her heart. Rowan just laughed again, and Aelin couldn’t get over how rich it sounded in real life.

“I can’t get over how I can just reach over and touch you,” he explained, a genuine wonder in his expression as he poked her cheek gently with his index finger.

Swatting his hand away, Aelin hummed in agreement. “I’m mad that you’re so much taller than me.”

“It’s amazing how you’re so small, honestly.”

“I’m tall for a woman my age!”

“Is five feet tall?”

“You’re an asshole. I’m five seven!”

“Yeah, tiny,” he retorted as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side to avoid a bike rider that she hadn’t seen until he was basically past them. “And blind, apparently.”

A meek, “Shut up,” was all that Aelin could manage after being pressed up against the hard muscles and ridges of his body. She didn’t immediately move away, but he also didn’t let go of her as they finally found a small cafe type restaurant without too many customers inside.

Dinner was full of brushes of their hands as they passed dishes amongst each other, partially because it was accidentally, but also partially because Aelin still couldn’t believe he was in front of her. She had a sneaking suspicion that Rowen felt the same way because as soon as they stood up after he paid, he had laid a palm on the small of her back, and slowly, very slowly, the hand had moved to rest around her waist. There was a hesitation in his motion, as though he were waiting for her to move or to say something against it, but there was no part of Aelin that was against it. The lights of the night sky on the island, the fresh breeze, and the scent of the snow emanating from Rowan had her feeling the most calm and comfortable that she had in weeks.

They didn’t feel the need to spend the walk back to the hotel by talking, and instead just basked in the others’ presence. The rest of the trip followed a pattern where they would talk when they had things to talk about but it wasn’t as though they were under an obligation to fill the silence. The new thing about the two of them, however, was the touching. It was normal for Aelin and Rowan to leave calls or video calls on when they ran out of things to talk about, just to have companionship, and obviously they couldn’t touch through a screen, but Aelin wasn’t expecting that she would constantly be looking for an excuse to touch him. Rowan never said, either. They walked arm in arm through the Oakwald Park, and the thought of the lingering touches to her bare waist as they went swimming through the waterfall still brought heat to her cheeks.

When it came time for their Sunday night flights, Aelin didn’t want to go, but more importantly, she didn’t want to let Rowan go, either.

“I had a great time,” she said as they stood in front of a Starbucks in the airport. “I wish this weekend weren’t ending.”

Rowan raised his hands to cup her cheeks before softly rubbing circles with his thumbs. “Me neither,” he quietly said.

“Is it bad to say that I’ve had more fun with you over the last two days than I have in a really, really long time?”

“No,” he answered with a smile. “I did too. I also…don’t want to let you go. I want to keep you by my side.”

“Then don’t,” she responded with, as a last ditch effort. “I like you, Rowan. I really like you,” Aelin confessed.

Her heart filled with hope as she took in his responding bright smile. He didn’t respond, though, with words. The pterodactyls were back as his lips brushed hers gently once, twice, before pulling back when they called boarding for his flight.”

“I’ll see you soon, Aelin. I promise.”

He smiled at her before kissing her forehead and squeezed her hand once before he walked away, taking a part of her heart with her.

Until a minute later her phone pinged with a notification. Pulling it out, she let out a loud laugh as she looked at the email notification.

Congratulations, Mr. Whitethorn! We are happy to officially extend an offer for you to work in the Terrasen branch of our publishing house, starting in two weeks.

She didn't even finish reading the rest of the email before texting the man.

>> Rowan.

>> Rowan!

<< What?

She could practically hear the laughter in his voice.

>> You couldn't have told me this sooner?!

<< It was too much fun seeing you upset over me.

>> Rude.

<< I'll see you soon, Fireheart. Have a safe flight.

Aelin snorted even as she tried to stop herself from bawling like a dumbass in the middle of a very public airport.

>> You too, Buzzard.

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bogkeep · 11 months

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i am used to long travel times by car or train, but i very rarely go on long flights (you'd be surprised how far you can get within 2-3 hours in europe), so getting to watch movies on a plane is a very fun and novel experience to me. it also presents a very good opportunity for me to watch them, because there is not much else to do and i HAVE to sit there for several hours anyway!! it's perfect!!! my flights also had a pretty good catalogue too, even if it got shaved down when i filtered by closed captions availability.

ANYWAY here's all the movies i watched on my trip

The Batman - i liked it, i think it did a good job of capturing the droopy depressed vibe thst i remember from an animated batman show i watched as a kid (not the most known one but one just called the batman i think????). creepy And wet. made a respectable attempt at being critical of cops and letting the antagonist have a point but i felt very "sweetie you're So close to getting it." alas it's a big franchise superhero movie so like. of course it won't say acab

Blue Thermal - sports anime movie about glider planes! the pacing was weird and i wish they had included more scenes of the protagonist actually flying and not just telling us about it, but i enjoyed the vibes. very immersive experience to watch on a plane

The Croods: A New Age - I BARELY GOT HALFWAY AND THE NEXT FLIGHT DIDN'T HAVE IT. TRAGIC. i was actually having a lot of fun with it, i do enjoy caricatures of Those Neighbours That Are So Much Better Than You In Every Way. it's fun to see what overly specific details get portrayed. also appreciate the Girl Friendship. i hope i can finish watching it sometime :')

the new thor movie uhh love and thunder something - i gave up maybe not even a third in. it was unbearable. i just wanted some easily digestible entertainment but the new flight catalogue had less options and i was like, i'll give this a go, i liked ragnarok. but no. it was unwatchable to me. not even the inclusion of norway saved it for me. actually that probably made it worse - it makes sense to have an american spelling and pronounciation of Åsgard!! but having to hear them say asgard asgard asgard repeatedly in the middle of tønsberg (was it real tønsberg? was it cgi tønsberg?) was just too much, in addition to make a constant mockery of norse mythology. bye

Mortal Engines - now THIS was a lot more fun. i know zero things about the books it was based on, but i thoroughly enjoyed how extremely YA the world-building and the character interactions were. like it was genuinely endearing to me!! this movie was also a very immersive experience to watch on a plane. honestly the most pleasant surprise out of all the movies i tried i was just so stoked about big scary city with a maw like a literal metaphor

Pitch Perfect 3 - uuuhhh i liked the singing? "i brought a cup" was my favourite joke from it. maybe the only joke that made me feel anything at all. had more US military propaganda (ew) and fight choreography (nice) than i expected.

started a rewatch of mitchells vs the machines for the last hour of the flight. it's a banger obviously

#i also tried out o brother where art thou as my very first movie because my classical literature prof recced it when I was in uni #but it's never been available on norwegian netflix so i was very excited to see it in the catalogue #unfortunately it had no captions and it didn't have the right type of Vibes.#another time maybe #WHY are so many movies that are trying to make a point about institutional injustice...#ending with the Antagonist Arrested By The Police So They Can Go To Jail. pictures that make u go hmmm

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aaami · 1 year

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Hey I noticed u were upset abt not getting attention on twitter? I have a few tips if you want them!

-use lots of hashtags

-make fanart (I recommend Pokémon or celebs?)

-caption your art with a joke or a quote

-interact with others and do art trades

-make art relevant to trending tags

-make art that’s appealing to non-artists: realism, bright colors, and “aesthetics” (cottagecore, goth, etc)

-make art that “feels good to interact with” like stuff with a political message (pollution and mental health are examples)

I understand your post was a vent, and that it’s important to make art you like instead of what’s marketable but alas. I am that guy. Your art is genuinely beautiful and I love the way u do blending and shading and I WANT TO SEE U SUCCEED <333333

so sorry if this hurts you or makes things worse. I’m not very socially apt unfortunately

The post was more of a tiny vent about how it feels like my posts often disappear into the void and the audience I have managed to gather doesn't get to see everything. Twitter is poopy that way (and for many other reasons). But yea, those things would certainly get my art more attention, but I kinda just don't want to draw things I'm not genuinely interested in, since I draw mostly for myself on my free time.

School and hopefully future work stuff is a different thing, those I handle with a different, more professional mentality because you can't always work only on things that you are super into (which is a big reason why on my free time just do my own thing).

Drawing stuff just because they are popular at the moment isn't my thing (it's very important to me to have a connection to what I'm doing or it will feel lifeless and boring to me), but this might be good advice for someone else who wishes to grow their audience!

#i just want the people who care about my art already to see it #and its nice when once in a while someone new discovers my stuff #doesnt twitter algorithm hate a lot of hashtags?? i recall seeing something about that #like max 5 is ok but after that it might start flagging it as spam or smth i might be wrong here dont quote me #it hates links that i know for sure

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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A vase of flowers | (m)

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers.

Pairing: Wealthy art student!taehyung x art student!reader

Warnings: slight angst. language. foreplay, descriptions of unprotected sex, dirty talk. it’s pretty tame otherwise.

Words: 10k

Summary: Art prodigy Taehyung comes to your art store out of desperation when he doesn’t have enough paint to finish his latest piece. That wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t hate his elitist ass.

a/n: this was just to get back in to writing. Its not edited and probably doesn't flow the best. But it did get me writing so here u go!! feedback is much appreciated :)

(he’s a work of art himself!!1!!!1!)

The hustle and bustle of students – females in particular – in the hall outside the lecture theatre was more infuriating than you had anticipated. What else did you expect though? The one day you don’t come late to the lecture is the day Kim Taehyung had decided to show up to class so the hallways outside the room being cramped like a chicken farm was inevitable. Even Minnie sitting beside you was craning her neck forward to catch a glimpse of the artistic prodigy – never mind his out of the ordinary good looks – before the class started. He was very much a superstar at your university but you will never understand why people were so obsessed with people who were not actually that great if you just looked past the good looks and the talent. Talent didn’t automatically make someone a good person and everyone’s obsession with the teal haired artist really pissed you off.

“Ugh, when will these bimbos shut up. He’s not a god!” Your words are muffled against your sweater clad forearm as you try and rest your head before class started. Having the closing shift the night before was one of the few things you despised when you had a class this early in the next morning. But you still showed up to every one of them. Unlike someone else.

“Well it doesn’t help that he looks like one.” Minnie is just shrugging while she continues to lean over her chair to watch the girls twirl their hair, throw back their heads in laughter whenever Kim Taehyung says something ‘funny’, nudging his shoulder with their own to show their frankness when really – none of these girls probably knew him past his bedroom since he rarely showed up to class. But news of him being a womanizer was common although slightly more hushed than that of the football team captain and co-caption Jeon Jungkook and Min Yoongi. Those boys were a headache for another day.

Kim Taehyung wasn’t anything special. In fact – he rarely showed up to class, was given special privileges you were sure of it because he was always in the top three students despite showing his face once in a blue moon, had every professor whipped for his pert ass because of how well connected he was in the industry as well as his family being one of the founding fathers of your current university.

Sure, someone like that is bound to be more popular than your regular high achiever or talented artist but the fact that he had everyone absolutely nuts about him was infuriating. On top of th-

“Are you done with your inner monologue? You’re blocking my way.” The unmistakably deep voice belongs to none other than the boy who you wanted to punch so very much. But that wouldn’t be wise given that most of the class was watching. His annoyingly attractive smirk was always there. Like it was just how his mouth was shaped but you knew that he always made the look a bit more condescending when speaking to you. Not that he would let anyone else know though. Bastard knew how to keep his persona up and you just wanted to smack him even more!

“Oh sorry. Forgot your name was on that seat since you barely come to class. I’ll remember for the next time when you make your monthly appearance.” Minnie is nudging you with her elbow no doubt to shut you up and it’s not the first time this exact scenario had taken place. But you wanted to keep yourself in check since no doubt the rest of your comrades would give Minnie a hard time since they didn’t have the balls to annoy you because of your obvious dislike of Kim Taehyung.

“Missed me, did you?” Your little victory smile is slipping off your face when his smirk deepens and you have to physically grab your desk and grit your teeth from snapping at him again while you move your feet out of the way so his smug ass can get to his stupid seat. Thankfully his seat was towards the end of the row so you didn’t have to catch glimpses of his pretentious face.

“You wish trust fund baby.” Alas, he isn’t affected. Not even a bit as he winks your way while walking to ‘his’ seat.

“Leave the pet names for people who actually get to be with me.” That’s it. Youj will break his stupid obnoxious snobby face!

“Calm down y/n. Everyone is watching.” She holding on to your arm while your eyeballs glare at Taehyung’s direction without even blinking.

“All the more satisfying when I kiss him with my fist! Minnie let me go you knob.” While you’re trying to wrestle your arm free; your professor has walked in looking pleasantly surprised with the semi-full lecture theatre. His gaze almost instantly goes directly to Taehyung because even he knows that most of these new faces that show up once in a while as well are because of Taehyung. They nod at each other before he starts the class and your mouth is agape that no one even questions the favouritism in this class. A bunch of ass kissers!

“Are you seeing this? His daddy probably plays golf with the prof. Jung Soo!”

“So what, y/n? You’re forgetting the rest of them also have parents who play golf with Taehyung’s dad. Most of these rats are rich as fuck. Not everyone comes from humbler beginnings.” Minnie is smiling hopefully as she watches you pout but her response only makes you snort.

“Are you forgetting you’re one of these ‘rats’?”

“Don’t remind me.” She falls back in her seat while hiding her face at the mention of her filthy rich parents being business partners with Kim Taehyung’s. When you’d first found out how well off your best friend was it only made you more enraged. If she could be a decent human being and not get any special treatment – despite being extremely talented as well – then why stupid Kim Taehyung? Minnie had a banging body and a face to match not that it should matter but you were so sick of the double standards. Your best friend also deserved special treatment dammit!

“Why? You shouldn’t be ashamed of being rich, hot AND a decent human being. I would so be one of those girls drooling after that canvas demon if I was gay.”

“Bitch I’m almost convinced you aregay but the way you’re ready to drop your panties for Min Yoongi tells me otherwise.” You only try to muffle your laughter while smacking Minnie’s knee, mumbling a ‘shut up’ before you both opt to pay attention to what your professor is going on about. Not before you catch Taehyung watching you like he was about to grade your upcoming assessment. You just send him another glare and try to ignore his overtly attractive physical presence. How could someone just sittingseem attractive, you will never get it. God really favoured some people more than others huh?

“Thanks for coming. Have a nice day!” The chime of the register as it slid closed was a sound you were starting to hate. The smile on your face was tired and probably was becoming very obviously fake. But that was just a typical day at the arts and crafts store – the only one in the near vicinity of the university hence the more than average traffic even close to 7pm at night on a weekday. Since the store was employed with almost entirely all students, it was able to stay open longer than the regular hours to allow the students with day classes to work during the night shifts. You were an exception though. Being on the lower end of the income spectrum among your peers, you needed as much work as you could get. Doing a bachelors in fine arts helped too as you used the tools that the store sold, on a regular basis. It definitely came in handy when assisting first years and some mature aged students who needed extra help in finding the right type of brushes or paints needed for their canvases.

“You good? You can take off for the rest of the night you know?” You know that Sungwoon is trying to sound helpful but you knew his real intentions. Scoffing in his direction you just grab your blue water bottle to take a good swig and wake you up.

“So you can steal my shift and work instead? Not today satan.”

“You’re literally so dramatic.” He says while heaving the biggest breath out like he was any better. “Maybe I genuinely just want you to rest and not have your face turn in to one of those creepy smiling masks from that one movie.” He’s clicking his fingers s if that’ll help him recall the name of the film any faster. Lucky for him, you knew what he was talking about.

“The Purge?”

“That’s it! See, you knew exactly what I was referring to. You need sleep.” Sungwoon is nodding while looking at you like you stank or something. Ugh screw boys.

“If I did, you’re the first person I’ll get rid off.” You deadpan and you can almost pinpoint when he starts to realise you may not be joking. But you were of course. He was a little shit but all in good fun.

“Well,” he’s picking up his bag and making sure to clock out from the app the store used to make sure everyone was getting to work on time, “I’ll be going then. Have fun scaring off rest of the customers and drowning the revenue for today.”

His squealing laughter is the last thing you hear before he’s scuttling out when you try and smack him across his bicep. Sungwoon was probably one of the few boys you could stand and were actually close enough with for them to joke around like that with you because apart from Minnie, there weren’t many people who really liked talking to you. That much was clear when you’d moved near the campus from your town when you’d been accepted to the rather elite Art University.

Coming from a small town – you’d think you were more friendly but that wasn’t the case with you. You’d grown up with a strict father that made sure to discipline you if you ever messed up your tasks at his workshop. Ever since you could remember how to read and write, you had been helping him out with the business as he could not. His own father – your grandfather – had been even more strict on him according to your mother so there was no changing him. You had never really minded in doing the book-keeping for him or making sure the small town client paid on time after having their cars tended to. That’s until you had started your Junior year in high school and had the choice of choosing between subjects now that you were to apply for universities after. Or that’s what the plan was for most children. You had taken Art as a spare since it was the easiest class at the time and you really didn’t need any complicated subjects to study for because you were having to work at the workshop with your dad even more as you were getting older.

Being an only child also meant that all the expectations your parents had fell upon you to see them through. It also meant that the only time you interacted with your fellow classmates was during class. Not even after because as soon as school would finish – you’d have to rush to the workshop to help your dad sign out cars from the shop to the owners on time. He specifically made appointments towards the end of your school day just so you could be there and help him make sure the checks he was given by the more wealthier customers – only a few – were not for an amount less than he’d quoted them with. Believe it or not, it had happened and every time it did you had to stop yourself from smacking the bastards who had tried to take advantage of your father just because he couldn’t read. Ant to make the matter even more ridiculous, most of the people who tried to scam your father had been those who could actually afford his services. Not Joe who had a farm and sold eggs locally as his main source of living, not Jihoon’s father who was a delivery man and needed his vehicle to keep working and provide for him family and certainly not the old lady who had her truck serviced by your father so she could get to her appointments to the doctor, on time despite her only income being what her son sent from the city where he worked as a chef and had his own family to feed.

The world was filled with unkind people and most of them were those who could afford most things but still tried to take the less fortunate’s share too. Your father was a calm man but all his frustrations were usually taken out on you whenever you would rightfully insult those who tried to seek discounts despite knowing that your father wouldn’t be able to afford the tools he needed to do a fair job on the vehicles if he didn’t get paid the amount he had set on the pricelist which was dismal compared the mechanics you have seen in the city.

But of course, he wouldn’t say much to those low-lives because at least he was getting business. And that was better than nothing. When you’d finally let him know at the end of your senior year that you’d applied to an arts university rather than the business school he had hoped you would go to – things had not gone well, to say the least. Of course all his anger would be directed at you that day from the shop as well as finding out that his only child was not interested in business at all. You had done it as much as you could for the sake of helping out and honestly? Just not knowing what was out there for you to study and do with your life. But If there was anything that working with your father had taught you was that if you didn’t take a chance sooner than later – you’d end up having to rely on someone else for the rest of your life. Just like your father relied on you for so long because he just never got around to even finish school because of doing exactly what you had been – helping out your granddad.

The day you had left for university had been hard and was the second time you had cried. Your father hadn’t even looked at you but your mother had clutched on to you until you had to physically pull her away when your taxi had arrived. Even after making sure there was someone to help out your father at the shop, there was still apprehension present in your gut. It had all felt wrong somehow even as you had been unpacking your stuff in your flat the next night. Thankfully, all the hesitancy, all the fights and the sleepless nights had been worth it when you’d gone in to your first class the next day. You’d been excited to meet new people, make friends, make memories you didn’t even knew you had the option to make. But what do you know, getting accepted in to an elite university meant there were more of the same people you had fought off and defended your father from.

Meeting Minnie was almost a miracle. She had been the only one to come up to you being desperate to find a buddy to get lost around the campus with and not like the rest who had taken one look at your jeans and plaid shirt and moved on to find others with the same clothing or designer bags. People were so materialistic in the city it was almost unbelievable. In your town you had been able to find others who were more so on your social and economic status and feel comfortable. But in the city you were outnumbered. Maybe that’s why people like Kim Taehyung got on your nerves even more than usual. You’d noticed his elitist behaviour when invitations had been sent to attend the commencing party at his house in the first week you’d been attending the university and instantly you knew you would never be able to stand him or people like him. Only a certain number and certain looking people – girls to be exact – had been invited to the famous Kim estate. You’d only found out when Minnie had asked what you were going to wear to the party. The look on your face had probably given away your lie that you weren’t actually invited when you’d made up some excuse of not wanting to go. Minnie being the good sport and the only decent person you had known, had made some excuse about not ‘feeling it’ and stayed in that night and watched all of Harry Potter series with you. With you watching them for the first time.

“Bugger.” Your thoughts are interrupted when you almost trip over the bucket of sale items Sungwoon forgot to move. Taking a deep breath, you pick up the relatively heavy bucket that contained tubes of oil paint in colours such as black, white and red that were bought the most and move it to the stock room so it can be displayed again the next morning. Your shift was going to end in another 2 hours so now most of the work included moving display stock to the back room and print out labels for the discounts that were going up tomorrow morning. This is probably why you didn’t completely hate night shifts because other than a few customers – it mostly involved you working silently and most times even able to use headphones without having to worry about missing anyone at the till waiting for you.

“Hello? You guys still open?” You’d just finished putting away the tubes and the paint brushes when the front door had opened – as signalled by the bell atop it – meaning there was a customer.

“Coming!” Quickly getting down from the ladder where you’d been putting the paint in their designated boxes, you rush outside. “Hi, how can I- Oh. It’s just you.”

Taehyung is scoffing towards you when you roll your eyes seeing as it’s not a real customer. It was true. The last few time she’d come in – he’d browsed for all of 5 minutes before making a weird face and leaving. Probably going to buy his pretentious paints from his pretentious shop. It was as if he only came to the store to make fun of all the products most students living on campus – or not filthy rich like him – used.

“Isn’t that against some customer service code? To have this sort of attitude?” His bright hair has somehow made the place look a little less mundane, you hate to admit it. His very clear skin and the various rings he wore didn’t help either in making you feel less than. You hated how much he actually affected your mood.

“For actual customers? Probably yeah.” This time, it’s him who’s rolling his eyes while his hands comes up to have a feel of a synthetic brush that was hanging in front of him.

“What makes you think I’m not a customer?”

“You really want me to answer that?”

“I actually am here to buy something this time.” His response only makes you smirk as you hum.

“So you do admit that you only come here to flaunt your wealth. That’s a good sign Taehyung.” But for some reason, the teasing that would usually make you feel better doesn’t feel as satisfying when Taehyung is just looking around like he’s in a pickle rather than through an insult back at you.

“Look, I need some paint and maybe a few natural hair brushes. I would go to-”

“Your overpriced and pretentious art store?”

“-my regular spot but I need to finish this painting tonight.” He completely ignores you when you cut in with a smirk and almost sounds like he is pleading. Wait. He was. The new found info perks you up more than you’d anticipated and it’s almost exciting knowing Kim Taehyung’s fate lies in yhour hands. Okay, maybe an exaggeration but still exviting. So you do what anyhone else in your position would – milk out the entire debacle.

“Well, well, well.” Leaning on your elbows on the counter, you can’t help but feel sort of like an evil villain finally with the perfect opportunity to strike. Except, you weren’t the villain really. You were the good guy!

“For fuck’s sake.” Taehyung mumbles lowly under his breath but you could hear him loud and clear. “How long are you going to make me wait?”

You wanted to be cruel, you really did. You wanted to tell him you had ran out of the supplies but you were too tired and honestly, he was probably going to buya bunch of stuff and if you made a sale above 50,000 won in one transaction then you would make some sweet commission. So whatever.

“Luckily for you, I’m a decent human being so,” stepping out from behind the register, you just deadpan at him, “right this way.”

He seems surprised and so are you. At yourself. Because you’re not sure why you’re being this nice to him when he’s made fun of you on more than one occasion.

“I’m slightly scared you’re leading me somewhere quieter so you can murder me.” His voice is slightly meek and you’re thankful that he can’t see your face because you’re trying to hold in ugly laughter that Kim Taehyung is actually scared of you when alone despite acting like hot shit when surrounded by a herd of girls.

“A good, educated guess. But not today.”

“…. So there is a chance for that to happen another day?” Spinning around to face him abruptly – damn okay maybe you should major in acting because Taehyung flinches but tries to play it off by shrugging his broad shoulders.

“Maybe.” You’re slightly too close to him because you have to crane your neck up to meet his gaze. Just when his own slips down to your lips, you quickly gesture towards the aisle you’ve just stopped in front of. “Here you’ll find what you need. Brushes and paints.”

“Thanks.” You just shrug before turning around to go back to the cash register. That plan doesn’t go too well because a warm grip on your wrist stops you in your tracks and almost on instinct, you’re ripping out your hand from the grasp as soon as you feel it.

“Woah, sorry! I didn’t mean to-” You just cut him off to move past the subject before he even brings it up.

“What do you want now?” Taehyung pauses for a few seconds as if not ready to let your jumpy reaction go just yet but thankfully decides to drop it.

“Look, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t desperate and rally needed the sup-”

“Taehyung, I’m not interested in hearing how you would never set foot in a place where peasants like us – or normal people really – shop so just get to it.”

He however is just biting on the inside of his cheeks as if to burry a smile before it breaks through. “You’re not very patient are you?”

“I haven’t been put in many situations that really require it, so.” You just shrug in his direction but the flash that goes through his eyes that resembled molten dark chocolate sends an involuntary shiver down your spine and thankfully the air con is on and you could blame your odd reaction on to that if he noticed. Why was he looking at you like that?

“That’s too bad. Sometimes the rewards for waiting are quite fulfilling at the end.” And somehow, you’re not sure if he just means that in general or…

His heavy gaze travelling down the length of your body only makes you more eager to move on before you lose all the good comebacks you had at the tip of your tongue just because his looks were making you weak in the knees.

“Whatever.” You turn to leave once again and again, Taehyung reaches out to grab your wrist but pulls himself back before he can. Thankfully, you have already seen him this time so you just cross your hands under your chest, tapping your foot while you wait for him to spit it out.

“Just help me okay? I’m not familiar with these… brands.”

“That’s because none of them are Gucci.” He just rolls his eyes but follows you down the asile anyway.

“You do know that Gucci doesn’t make paint right? If they did it would be amazing though. Maybe I should write to them about this. Hm.” He’s started talking to himself but you start pointing out the different types you had available because you don’t have time to have causal chats with him like you two were friends. Despite his weird behaviour before.

“If you’re looking for oil paints, these ones are smoother and the colour payoff is better than others and if you want buildable colours then go for… this.” You’re about to say they are cheaper than the first brand you had pointed out but then realise that he most likely doesn’t care about the price. Though he doesn’t seem to be looking at you at the moment but only paying attention to the paints just like he paid attention the content in the few lectures you’d seen him at.

“Do they not say the ingredient at the back? That’s peculiar.”

“What’s peculiar is you using the word ‘peculiar’.” You mumble while still watching him inspect the different tubes as if he was going to drink them or something.

“May I get the list of ingredients for these ones here? And the lightfastness rating please.”

“It’s literally at the bottom of the tube.” His eyebrows furrow as he looks back at the tube and looks at the bottom again.

“Oh. Isn’t there like a booklet or something that comes with this so I can check?”

You just continue to stare at him.

“Taehyung, this is a campus arts store and our most expensive paint is 55,000 won. So no, we don’t have fancy brands that make ‘booklets’ for every paint. But if you must know,” You sigh, rolling your eyes at how high maintenance he was with his paints, “I can have a look at the delivery boxed for the ingredients. I know that all of these paints of this brand have a lightfastness rating of II at least.”

“Excellent! And yes that would be great, y/n. I just prefer my oils to be made from pure Linseed is all.” He has a bright smile on his face while he shrugs like that’s just the way it is. But of course, you want to punch him once more for making your job harder than it needs to. He was a college student. What did he need such high quality paints for? Ugh.

So you grit your teeth and walk back to the storage room and fish for the delivery boxes of the brand that Taehyung was interested in. “Stupid rich boy. Used to always getting what he wants.” The mumbling continues on your part while you try to locate the box as quickly as possible so he can go away and stop making your shift harder than it needs to be at almost 8:30 PM at night.

“Aha!” You have finally spotted the boxes that were stacked way at the bottom. Quickly reading through the large ingredient list, you confirm that the paints are unfortunately not made purely from Linseed oil.

“I have some bad news.” When you walk back out to where Taehyung is testing a few brushes, you can see his face drop because you’re sure he can guess what you’re about to say. “The binder used for these paints is a mixture of Linseed and walnut oil as well as a few others.” You shrug but Taehyung seems to be losing it.

“God fucking damnit. I’m screwed.” He’s started to pace around the aisle, looking like his life has just ended and his dog has died. Did he have a dog? You loved dogs.

“Why are you freaking out so badly?” He looks at you like you’re the one who’s acting weird.

“Because I have an auction in three weeks and it usually takes me that long to even finish a painting.” Of course he had an auction. It was common knowledge around campus that he sold his paintings for quite a sum at a few well known auctions. But you couldn’t remember another one happening anytime soon though.

“What auction? There isn’t one scheduled for at least 3 months.” Taehyung is hesitating when you question him. He looks like he would rather not mention it but in the end, sighs and tells you anyway.

“It’s more of an exhibition. Just for my paintings.”

“Oh wow.” Your eyes have widened at the mention of his solo exhibition. He was rich enough to afford to hold one so it shouldn’t be that surprising. But it still was a big deal even for a privileged student like him because you need to have enough credibility and a loyal customer base to attract enough people to an exhibition that is solely filled with your own artwork and not a collection of artists. “ I didn’t know you had your own exhibitions.”

He scratches the back of his head as he shrugs nonchalantly but you see the nerves showing through with how his hands shake slightly. “It’s the first one.”

“Oh.”

“Whatever I’ll just look somewhere else.”

“I use a medium of stand oil, linseed and turpentine, a little wax and add a small amount of cobalt drier to control drying time for my paintings.” You have blurted out your little trick before you could stop yourself. In your defence, he just looked so pitiful. You had to help. He also seems just as surprised at you suggestion and even more surprised when you walk around gathering the supplies you’ve just mentioned.

“Oh… thanks for the tip. I never really thought about that since I never really needed to…”

He silently follows you to the register where you place all the items and scan them so he can pay. Whatever. Maybe you helping him will bring some good karma and give your career a break too and your painting will finally be displayed at the Montero Art Gallery. It was a local gallery but a lot of successful artists you admire had started out from there and you were hoping that your work could be good enough one day to be displayed there too.

“How did you go through all your paints by the way? Should you have a ton of them because you’re supposedly always painting.”

“Supposedly?” Taehyung is smirking while his eyebrows are raised in mock disbelief at your suspicion. “Well, I used up most of them when I had sex on a canvas with Jihyo. Made for a good painting though. Maybe I’ll display that one too.” He’s grinning from ear to ear and you’ve just halted while he pays on the eftpos machine. Okay you definitely regret telling him your trick when he put himself in this position by being a horndog.

“You’re literally so gross.”

“Hey, abstract art is also a thing you know?” He looks serious enough that if he hadn’t said ‘abstract art’ you would think you had actually offended him. You obviously hadn’t when he just winks in your direction while he gathers his items and leaves.

“Asshole.”

It’s been a week since you first saw The Kim Taehyung pop by the little arts store that had previously been too beneath him to even consider buying his supplies there. Though ever since you’d told him about your little trick, he’d been bugging you non-stop on writing tips and you’re almost sure he’s doing it to… well, bug you. It’s as if he isn’t even aware that he’s an artistic prodigy because you’ve seen his paintings yourself and they were hyped up for a reason. Even a bitter person like you could admit that.

So when you get a special request by your boss one Friday evening, you’re surprised to say the least when you figure why you’re even asked to deliver supplies in the first place.

“Are you serious?” Your boss being the sweet old lady she is, is just pushing up her glasses as she nods vigorously at you.

“Of course dear! Must be some poor student who really is in need of help. He sounded quite desperate on the phone.” The old woman was way too nice for her own good. And while you appreciated her big heart, if she says yes to one person that the supplies can be delivered to his house then then word will get around and sooner than later, you’ll have a flood of students ordering their supplies over the phone and wanting them to be delivered. If that was going to be the case then you’ll have to quit since you can’t deliver because you don’t have a car. You relied on public transport damnit!

“Or he’s just lazy Ma.” Yes. Everyone called her ma upon her request. Short for Marion. Not that you minded because she was sweet as honey and really did remind you of your own mother. And she treated you like one too. Especially right now when she just scowls at you and asks you to stop being lazy yourself and deliver the package she’s prepared.

“Ugh fine.” You whine until the very end and she’s just wishing you a safe journey. Thankfully she’d leant you her car for today – it was her idea after all – so you wouldn’t need to spend an hour trying to find the place. It seemed to be quite close to the shop surprisingly. And unsurprisingly, the apartment is in a trendy but expensive neighbourhood. Most kids who went to your school probably lived in these buildings. The one you were supposed to go at though was on the top floor and you’re already angry that this buttcrack insisted on delivery and manipulated poor Marion into having his stuff delivered to his door rather than being at the front reception so the exchange could be faster.

When you reach the top floor, you pull out the receipt to hand it to him first thing as he opens the door and don’t have to spend more time than necessary in this place that you felt so out-of-place in. You’ve already rung the doorbell while you read the receipt and that’s mistake number one that night. It dawns on you who this person must be when you’re reading the names of the exact items Taehyung had bought from you last week. You could turn around and go really. Only if you hadn’t already rang the doorbell and he hadn’t opened it right as you’re setting the heavy bag down.

“Well hello there.” His deep voice is an anchor itself as you stop your movements right then and look up at his smirking face that looking down at you. Ugh. Like always.

“Hi.” Slowly, you straighten yourself up, the bag still near your feet as you step away, trying not to gawk at his perfectly toned skin that is showing way too much from between his unbuttoned shirt. “Here’s your stuff. Goodbye.”

“Oh good. You can set it inside in the kitchen.” You’re gritting your teeth in order to stop yourself from slapping his cheery voice right out of his throat with a punch. Okay maybe that’ll be too much. Maybe. You won’t know until you try though.

“Come on.” He’s gesturing inside his expensive apartment that shinier and cleaner than any place you’ve ever seen. He probably has it professionally cleaned.

“I’m not coming inside you weirdo.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not my type.” Somehow that makes you even more mad and you hate that it does. Fuck him honestly. You knew you weren’t his ‘type’. His type included skinny, rich and bad artists. Just so he could get off on a power-control dynamic you’re guessing.

You just pick up the heavy package without breaking eye contact and step inside, walking straight to the kitchen and placing the materials on the counter. The inside décor is surprising when you take in the various canvases strewn about in the living room on different easels. But what really takes your breath away is the familiar artwork that you’d looked at time and time again when you’d been lacking inspiration. When you’d been in a rut and everything had been too much and all you would want to do is quit. But looking at the work that evoked emotions from a place inside that even you hadn’t still made sense of it was the only thing that had kept you going many times throughout the years you’d been at university.

But how was Taehyung interested in such underrated art? You’d never heard him mention Vincent Van Gogh before. And yet most of his paintings covered the walls of his apartment.

“You like Van Gogh?” Taehyung has gone back to his pallet as he mixes the various shades of reds and oranges together.

“Who doesn’t?”

“Like, all of our school?”

“Nah. They pretend that better artists exist.” His answer surprises you. You’d never pegged him as someone who appreciated the more sombre period of art. His paintings usually were a lot more cheery and sometimes rather complicated.

You’re kind of lost in the long hallway covered with several paintings. The tall ceilings and the dim lighting only making you more excited to take in such beautiful art in silence with the only sound being the bristles of Taehyung’s brushes across the canvas.

“You like his work too I assume?”

“Mhm.” You’re too lost in the various paintings to really properly answer him. You’ve almost forgotten where you are until Taehyung speaks again. But this time, from somewhere far closer as you can smell the musky scent that always accompanied him.

“This one is my favourite.” His voice startles you a little when he appears just behind you, slightly to the side so you can look to the side and watch his long neck fall back when he looks up at the painting.

“I like it too.” Your voice is quieter than before. Like neither of you want to disturb the air surrounding you. It’s probably the first time you haven’t felt instantly annoyed by Taehyung’s presence. When you look besides you again, you don’t realise it’s the second mistake you’ve made that night. Because Taehyung is staring right back at you and this time he doesn’t stop. Your breath hitches in your throat when you catch his dimly lit face staring intensely at you. Or maybe it was the lighting that amplified every look. Every gesture. Whatever it was, in that moment, you’d never felt more attracted to Kim Taehyung.

“I lied.” His whisper floats across your skin and the light breeze that comes with the breath from his words has your eyes closing for just a few seconds longer when they blink.

“A-About what?” Taehyung has somehow moved even closer because you could feel the heat from his chest seeping through your own shirt. It also didn’t help that his shirt was fully unbuttoned and the smooth expanse of his chest was absolutely bare for your traitorous eyes to feast on.

He brings up a hand, slowly as if not to startle you like he had last week, and tucked the stray strand of hair behind your ear. “About you not being my type.”

The only thing your body seems to be able to do at the moment is turn your face back towards the painting, heart thudding in your chest as you feel his hands move all of the hair from your neck out of the way to the other side. Exposing the sensitive flesh to the cool air inside his apartment. “You’re exactly my type and better.”

This time the words are whispered s close to your ear that you have to physically clutch tightly on to yourself so you don’t flinch from his breath tickling the flesh of your neck. You’re biting your lip, trying not make any sudden movements or noise because honestly, you didn’t trust yourself to not jump his bones. How was he this sexy and annoying at the same time?

“I kn-know.” You’re hoping that teasing is evident in your voice but that plan has gone down the gutter as soon as Taehyung presses his luscious lips in to an open mouthed kiss against the side of your throat. So instead, your response comes out way too breathy and you can’t stop the moan escaping you in the end.

“You’re just always looking for trouble aren’t you, y/n?” How is his voice perfectly steady? He doesn’t even sound remotely affected as he brings his arms around you from behind, fully moving behind you as well while he continues to undo the strings of control you had tied tightly around your brain. Because seems like you’re only thinking with your vagina at the moment.

His hand have slipped beneath your shirt after playing with the hem for a few seconds and testing the waters. When you don’t push his hands away – you could barely breath at the moment – he slips them inside your thin shirt, tracing circles across your torso and up until his warm, large – so fucking huge – hands are taking handfuls of your breasts before he’s gently squeezing the mounds.

“Oh.” You feel like you’re going boneless by the second as your head lolls back and on to his shoulder and you’re just praying that your brain shuts up and lets you enjoy these sensations without the red alarm bells going off in your head that you hated him!

You hit mute on said alarms as soon as you feel his index finger and thumbs rolling your puffy nipples through the fabric of your bra into hardened pointy tips and you’ve finally lost the filter on your mouth. “F-Fuck. Taehyung, ungh.”

“Look at you. Thought you hated me, huh?”

“I still, mh f-fuck, d-do.” Being a slave to your stubborn ways, you’re retaliating with your words before you can even keep yourself in check. Taehyung doesn’t seem to be bothered though. He’s just chuckling at your pathetic attempts at trying to hold on to some autonomy even if your body is betraying the fuck out of you. The constant squeezing, rolling and pinching of your nipples has you almost mindless, you’re not sure you can survive much more than this.

“Sure. At least your body doesn’t lie though.” He’s squeezing the mounds firmly this time before he’s slipping one of his hands downwards again. You’re aching and wet and aroused beyond words but finally you’re up to the point where you can easily ignore the rational side of your brain and let your body take control.

Breathing loudly, you’re almost panting with every inch that Taehyung’s hand moves closer to your underwear. You’re so soaked that you can feel your panties sticking to the contours of your pussy lewdly and knowing that Taehyung was about to touch you there had you dripping in more. You can’t remember the last time you were this horny from just foreplay.

Taehyung closes his lips around your pulse point before he sucks a punishing bruise in that patch of skin. “Spread your legs y/n. That’s it.”

He’s cooing at you when you instantly comply, whimpering his name when he presses his entire palm on your clit, rubbing the hard nub in gentle circles while you’re about to cum just from his words alone.

“Look at you. So wet and soaking. Have you always been this wet when you’ve been giving me nasty looks baby? Hm? Tell me.” His pace is increasing and the audible sound of your arousal coming through the layers of clothing makes you want to hide your face from the sheer embarrassment.

“T-Tae. Please.” You’re pleading sounds like you’re on the verge of tears and it’s not too far off from the truth. Your legs are spread but not enough for you to completely enjoy the feel of his hands. Not that he seems to be in any rush though.

“Please what y/n? Please use your pussy as your apology? Are you going to be a mouthy slut or let me use your cunt to milk my cock? It’s the least I deserve after the way you’ve treated me in every lecture.”

He’s pouting in mock hurt as he leans his head forward to look in to your eyes as if you’re not being destroyed by the fast paced circling of your clit under his palm. Your eyebrows are furrowed, eyes half shut as the mind blowing orgasm looms around the corner. You’re about to cry from happiness and relief when he slips your underwear to the side, sliding his middle and index finger in without a warning and without remorse. The force with which he’s pumped his long, thick digits inside jerking back against him. Which only makes matters worse when you can feel the evidence of his own arousal pressing against your back. You’re slightly terrified from the sheer bulk of his erection too because it sits hot and heavy behind you. You just know he isn’t the average size you’re used to and that excite and scares you at the same time.

“Would you listen to that? Your cunt is singing for me babe.” You’d smack him across his chest for being so dramatic and cheesy but the sounds of your excessive wetness just has you hiding your face in his neck. But Taehyung is having none of it when he’s harshly tugging back your head as he weaves his hand in your hair.

“I said listen. You slutty pussy is leaking for me y/n. And you pretend to not even be able to stand my existence.” His words are harsh and said from between his gritted teeth. The sounds of the inside of his palm slapping against your clit with every thrust is obscene and rude. Yet, you can’t seem to care. Only moaning loudly and in a higher pitch with every smack against your heated flesh. Arousal drips steadily around his fingers while your symphony of ‘ahs’ and ‘ohs’ continues – almost sounding like you were in pain.

His grip around your hair is harsh and his pace inside your pussy relentless. It’s like he’s angry. Angry that you’re this wet. Angry that you’re ready to cum around his fingers just like this. That makes the two of you.

“Come on baby. Cum around my fingers. I’ll need it to prep myself before I enter this pussy, hm? You’re too tight for me to just impale you on my cock right now like you want me to. Don’t you?” You’re nodding enthusiastically as your breath hitches with your orgasm ripping through you like a wildfire,

“Taehyung! Fuck I-I’m cumming. Oh god…” You’re heaving and hiccupping as his rigid fingers continue to brush against your sensitive insides until you’re jerking back with each thrust.

“There you go. Easy… easy, baby.” You’re panting like you’ve run a marathon and your neck aches from being bent that way while Taehyung had your head captive.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover as he’s turning you around to pick you up and take you back to the living room, dropping your body down on to the fuzzy carpeted floor. He makes quick work of his shirt and his pants, ridding himself of every item of clothing – not that he was wearing much – before he takes his soiled fingers and wraps them around his extremely intimidating girth. He doesn’t seem nearly as nervous as you but you still don’t stop him. “Take off your clothes for me baby. I want to see you.”

Your body is moving instantly like it was programmed to listen to Taehyung’s every command. Soon, you’re laying back down on the ground, watching him stroke his incredibly hard cock that stood rigid against his toned stomach. He looks like a wolf that’s about to devour you as his pokes out from between the corner of his lips, eyes neve wavering from your own. You’re biting your own lips and squirming on the soft carpet when he just keeps looking and makes no move.

“Spread your legs again baby. Let me see you pussy.” He hisses as soon as your legs fall open, your red, slightly swollen pussy coming in to full view as he finally kneels down to his knees, grabbing your thighs to pull you closer until you were flush against his cock. His hands gently massage the area between your thighs and pussy, needing the rosy flesh and effectively making you drip even more when he looks directly down at his hands that work your labia softly – keeping in mind how sensitive you were.

“Look at you. So puffy. So wet. So fucking beautiful.” He leans forward to look in to your eyes and you’re holding on to your breath when you finally see his face so up close for the first time this evening.

“Can I make you feel good, honey? Will you let my cock make you feel good?” There is no hesitancy in your reply because you’re fisting the soft rug besides you and arching your body in to his.

“Fuck,” it’s the first time you can hear Taehyung’s voice shake as he adjusts his hips and rubs he blunt head of his blood fattened cock against your swollen labia. “I’ve wanted you for so long, y/n. I can’t believe you’re here. Are you sure baby? Because I won’t be able to stop or go gentle once I s-start. Oh fuck.”

You can see how desperate he is for you to say yes but nonetheless, your heart still warms at his concern and even though you were slightly scared of his above average length – and girth – you were mostly excited as the anticipation had built steadily. So you give him the green light, nodding for him to continue.

He seems to be surprised too for some reason and you’re caught off gard when his mouth crashed down to your own. His kiss is ferocious and passionate, tilting his head every which way to capture every noise you make, tongue playing with your own. You’re just enjoying the out of the blue kiss until it all makes sense. Because when you break apart from the kiss to shout out your surprise, you can feel all of his hot length pressing the deepest corners inside your pussy. The kiss had been a perfect distraction and you hadn’t even felt the pain when he’d pushed in.

In fact, the slight burn that was present as he let you adjust around him was more arousing than anything. “T-Tae ungh. You’re s-so big. Oh god.”

He’s watching every facial expression you make and he doesn’t miss the almost drunk expression on your pretty face when he drags his length out slowly, only to slam back inside. Your breasts bounce with every thrust that pushes you further up the carpeted floor. It feels better than good. Better than amazing. You’d never thought you’d enjoy penetrative sex this much after having several mediocre experiences but at this moment, all you wanted to do was egg Taehyung on to go as fast as he could. So you do.

“Fuck y/n.” The seat of his lap slaps against your damp skin as he pounds his leaking cock in to you unremittingly. “You’re so t-tight. The tightest cunt I’ve ever been inside. You like it baby? Hm?”

Taehyung was definitely a dirty talker. All throughout this encounter. He hadn’t stayed quiet for longer than a minute. Always wanting to say what he was feeling, wanted to do to you or was going to do to you. And until today, you never realised how much of a sucker you were for verbal stimulation.

“Y-eh-ess. I lo-uh-ve it.” Your words bounce and hiccup out of you with the same rhythm as Taehyung’s dragging of his cock inside you. It’s like he’d grown even larger and you could cry from how good he felt inside. In fact, you were sure you probably were crying with how blurry your vision was getting.

Taehyung had fully covered your body with his own, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder now to split you open even more before he increased his pace until you felt like he was actually splitting you open.

“Tae! I’m going t-to c-cum again. Oh god.” He was breathing hard, sweat dripping down his temples as his gaze never left your face. You were actually crying now; clawing at his back as you held on while he parted you open every time he pushed the entire girth of his cock until the base so that with every thrust, his balls slapped against your ass obscenely.

“Let go baby. Cum all over my cock.” He could already see the white, translucid creaminess forming around the base of his cock as it continued to slam inside you, signalling how close he himself was with his cock leaking pre-cum profusely. “Fuck, you look so delectable darling. Look at how your pussy gapes around my cock every time, hm? Your pussy was made to fit around my cock. You’re m-mine now. Made j-just for my cock.”

You could tell how close he was since he’d seemed to lost all and every filter on his mouth. Pounding in to you while you clutch on to him for deer life and finally release around his cock that shows no sign of relenting until he reaches his own release. Thankfully, he’s not too far behind as he grabs your legs for the final round, pushing his hips in to the hilt before he’s shouting out his release. You can feel the warmth of his cum explode inside the walls of your pussy, filling you up to the brim until you could feel his spunk leak around you thoroughly abused lips. Taehyung lays his head in to the crook of your neck very much like how you had at the start.

It's peacefully silent as you both catch your breath, your fingers lazily massaging his scalp without even realising. You’re finally gathering your bearings and coming to terms with the fact that you just fucked each other’s brains out when you could barely stand each other before. And you absolutely do not know how to proceed from here. Not when his cock was still inside you. Thankfully, you don’t have to worry about that decision for too long because Taehyung is pulling back his face to stare in your eyes deeply as if he’s also at a loss for words.

You search his face for any disgust or any realisation that will make him pull away from you and you don’t know why you’re this nervous and worried about his reaction. You didn’t care before so why now? Why was your heart beating so fast that you felt like it was going to come out of your mouth?

“Y/N,” Taehyung post-sex, sexy voice breaks you out of your downward spiral as he brings his hand up to caress your cheek damp from the tears earlier. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

You watch him for a few seconds before nodding slowly and that’s all the confirmation Taehyung needs before taking your lips between his once again. And just like that, he kisses you lazily, tangling his hot, sweet tongue with your own for who knows how long. You two stay just like that for a long time, kissing ecahother with so much passion that it scares you how much the thought of breaking away from his lips gives you anxiety. It seems to be the same case for Taehyung because when you break apart to breathe in much needed air, he pulls you back in – mouth open and tongue seeking your own.

Sometime during the night, he’s started to harden inside you once again and rather than breaking away, he fucks you exactly the opposite way he had earlier. This time, it’s slow, even more sensual and the space between your body is almost non-existent. By the time your phone rings and breaks you both out of the haze that had you both intoxicated in the apartment, it’s sometime around midnight. Though Taehyung doesn’t stop even for a second until he’s made you cum once again and spilled himself inside you as well.

The night had definitely taken a turn as you both talk – for once without the intention of insulting each other – and fuck. Mostly fuck actually. Turns out Taehyung made you insatiable and his eagerness and fondness for cumming inside you didn’t exactly help. After replying to Minnie and sending Marion a message of apology, you’re both dozing off on the soft floor.

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“Come to my art exhibition with me? I want you by my side.” He asks you in the morning, slightly breathless as he grinds his erection – seriously, how often did this boy get hard? – against your damp, soiled pussy, awaking you from your sleep.

“O-Okay.” You can only moan in reply as he takes a nipple between his lips, sucking gently as he coaxes out another orgasm from you before carrying you off to the shower.

“You’re such a horn dog.” Splashing water at his face, you’re laughing as he attacks your sides, tickling you in revenge.

“A horn dog you slept like, a thousand times with.” Your mouth is falling open in mock disbelief but he just kisses your frown away.

“It will be zero times if I see that sex painting at your show!” Taehyung is giggling at your pout and the frown that creases your brows as he kisses it away, promising you that you can burn his ‘sex painting’ before the show.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad.

a/n: thoughts? :ooo

#bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung fanfic #hobiwonder #i hope you guys like it!!

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azuredmoon · 4 years

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ACTORS AU HCs

Not certain yet whether the show will have a separate cast for the academy phase and another for the war or will use the same actors and make them look older, BUT either way, they definitely have to cast another actor for Dimitri due to the drastic physical change between younger Dima and older.

The actor playing academy Dimitri is a fresh face in the sense that he’s never had a leading role with this much gravity -- he’s was always someone’s little brother or the boy next door crush for an episode or two. Towards the end and plot twist of the academy season, he really gets to bring out his acting chops.

It surprises everyone and practically SKYROCKETS his career. He still gets invited to every season premiere and he’s thankful people still get excited when they see him + miss him (especially after they see what happens to war phase Dimitri )

Dimitri’s war phase actor has a lot more experience. He’s in a number of romance dramas. He’s always the sensitive-looking, well-toned heartthrob -- his fanbase was really excited to hear him get cast in this but was really confused when they first saw his set pictures because who is that greasy man and what has he done with my husband? It all worked out in the end because this was a rich and complex role for him to work with and you know...sometimes a man with an eyepatch and possum cloak is sexy.....

Favorite actors for him to see on set: Dedue ( they have a lot of scenes together so he’s a comforting presence to him ), Flayn ( so much wisdom in such a small body also super sweet ), Annette ( lively and makes long shooting days worth it ), Claude and Edelgard ( more on that later )

Actors he likes working with: Felix in particular because his actor acts with an intensity that really pushes Dimitri and gets him in the zone.

Actors he wishes he had more scenes with: Hubert ( for the same reason as Felix -- the intensity. I’m sure he’s a nice guy off-camera ), Linhardt ( “he just seems like a cool guy. Would love to just have a scene of us sleeping on the ground” he’s tired guys), Marianne (“they really connected that one time, so I’d like to explore that again. But I get that there’s only so much we can cover with the scope of the story we want to tell”), and of course, Edelgard and Claude

Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude don’t get a lot of scenes together, but since they are the ‘faces’ of the show, they’re grouped together for press junkies. That’s where they really get to know each other. Edelgard and Dimitri’s are particularly chaotic ala like this ;; Claude and Dimitri are like this

Dimitri’s quite busy so there’s an on-going joke that he can’t make it to any of the childhood quartet’s bonding sessions outside of work -- cue Felix’s actor jokingly posting a picture of all 3 of them with a caption that says ‘ boar ‘ or ‘ this is why no one likes you @ dimitri ‘

If interviewers ask him who he wants to see get together with his character in the show, his real answer is Byleth / Dimitri as he sees a lot of chemistry, but he will always answer Claude / Dimitri especially if Claude is with him

Dimitri reads thirsts tweets for a press junkie. That’s it.

Ladies and gentlemen, he’s painfully single.

#*his unchecked darkness // his thirst for light ( headcanon. )#actors au

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warblerhxc · 4 years

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Who: Jeff & Hunter Where: Hunter’s dorm. What: After the dance, Hunter finally snaps. Warnings: None.

JeffToday at 11:24 AM

The dance was over and all through the halls, the boys were returning to their rooms. Well most of them, some were sneaking into the rooms they'd much rather be in. Jeff was one of them. He had stole glance at the boy he loved over and over again, but now he was going to get to touch him. He didn't knock this time, just stepped into the room and locked the door behind him as he took in the beauty that is his boyfriend. "Hi." A blush settling on his cheeks.

HunterToday at 11:36 AM

Things were a bit awkward between him and Jason, but not as much so as it would've been had the man not known Hunter was dating his brother. He had a good time with him - joked around, danced a bit - but by the time the night was over he was happy to head back to his dorm. He'd just finished pulling his tie off when he heard his dorm door opening up, a smile painting his lips as he heard his boyfriend's voice. "Hello to you, dear," Hunter chuckled to the other man, turning around to get a good look at the man he'd been keeping his eyes on all night.

JeffToday at 11:41 AM

Jeff licked his lips. His eyes fully skating over Hunter now. Fuck did he look good in a suit. He'd have to try and see him dressed up more. Biting his lip, he beckoned Hunter over. Too scared to leave the door otherwise he might not make it to him since his heart was beating out of his chest. "Come here." he whispered as well.

HunterToday at 11:44 AM

Tossing his tie onto his bed Hunter then made his way over to Jeff, taking hold of the lapels of the boy's blazer so he could pull him in for a kiss. He'd been wanting to do that since he laid his eyes on him at the dance, and finally being able to allowed him to finally relax. "You look breathtaking," he mumbled against the boy's lips, finding it extremely difficult to pull back again.

JeffToday at 11:46 AM

Jeff easily moved into Hunter when he was pulled close. Melting the moment he kissed him, he was a goner in his kiss. His head tilting to the side, Jeff was over joyed to be kissing him. "I've been dying to kiss you all night." he whispered back, diving back into the kiss with him. Jeff's fingers sliding through Hunter's hair a bit as his tugged the boy's lip.

HunterToday at 12:01 PM

Given the chance Hunter could do this all night, just stand here kissing his gorgeous boyfriend. Though he knew Sebastian wouldn't have tried anything with him Hunter was still a mark jealous, wishing it could've been him dancing with the man he loved. Alas fear and being partnered up with someone else for the dance stood in his way, but at least he had the boy at this time.

JeffToday at 12:03 PM

Jeff was glad to have this moment, this chance to kiss his lover tonight. Breaking the kiss as he needed air, his forehead rested to Hunter's. He smiled softly, pecking his lips still. "Kind of glad I told Sebastian I was taken, didn't say who, but I think it stopped him from flirting as much as he normally does." Pressing a soft kiss once more to Hunter's lips.

HunterToday at 12:08 PM

Hunter's brow raised to the other, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. Well, any reason to have Sebastian not as touchy towards his man was something Hunter could get behind - especially if it didn't involve him being outed. "You know he's just going to try to figure it out from this point on, right?" Hunter said with a smile, making it clear he wasn't upset with Jeff.

JeffToday at 12:10 PM

"Yeah, I know but for now, he hasn't figure it out." Jeff's fingers twirling in the short hairs on the back of Hunter's neck. "So for now, its just ours...well and Jason knows which I'm happy he does. Can we go sit on the bed?" he asked, chewing his lip softly.

HunterToday at 12:59 PM

Hunter complied with the other's wishes easily, reaching down to pull Jeff's legs up and hold the other man against his waist as he walked the two of them over to the bed. Upon sitting down he made sure to keep the other in his lap, fingers carding through the boy's blond hair. "Better?" he asked the other, a brow arched.

JeffToday at 1:01 PM

Jeff yelped and held on as he was carried. There was always something so hot about a guy that could pick him up and carry him like that. Settling on his lap, Jeff leaned into his touch and closed his eyes. "With you, everything in my life is better." Turning to kiss the boy's palm softly.

HunterToday at 1:32 PM

Hunter couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cheesy comment, though he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter a bit at it. He felt the same - everything was better with Jeff, and he hated pretending it wasn't. Hated how he had to fake to his mother that the guy he wasn't even seeing wasn't his date. "I don't want to hide anymore," he said to the other after a moment of silence, those words holding a confidence he hadn't been able to muster before.

JeffToday at 1:38 PM

Jeff was lost in the moment when he heard what Hunter had to say. "What..." His eyes filling with a new emotion. It was one he couldn't think of the words to explain but he felt it all through him. Did he really say what he said? "Then what do you want to do...are you breaking up with me?" Jeff getting up from his lap in fear.

HunterToday at 1:42 PM

Hunter quickly realized how his words might've sounded to the other, reaching his hands out to take hold of Jeff's waist and make sure he wasn't going to take off entirely before he could clarify. "No - I love you too much to do that," he stated, standing up from the bed in order to capture the other's lips in a passionate kiss that tried to convey just how much he cared for the other. "I don't want to keep that love in this room anymore. I feel like I'm suffocating."

JeffToday at 1:43 PM

Jeff tentively kissed him back. He wasn't sure until then that he meant in the way that Jeff hoped he would. Biting his own lip, Jeff nodded to him. "I dont like it either, I don't like not being able to kiss you when I want or hold your hand in the halls." Nuzzling his cheek then, he closed his eyes. "I wanted to tell Sebastian so bad."

HunterToday at 1:50 PM

"Tell him, then," Hunter said to the other, barely skipping a beat. Though he knew he'd get some teasing from Sebastian and some choice words about things Hunter said to him, he was tired. Tired of pretending to be something he wasn't - tired of ignoring the man he loved when all he wanted was to wrap his hands around his waist in the hallways.

JeffToday at 1:52 PM

"Maybe later. I have a better idea." Jeff pushed Hunter back on the bed and sat on his lap. Holding his phone up, he took a picture of them as he kissed Hunter's cheek. "What do you think I should caption it?" Jeff's simple way of asking Hunter if he could do this. If he could post a picture of them together.

HunterToday at 1:56 PM

Hunter let out a small laugh as he was pushed back, brows raising as the other seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot after the new information. "Six months," he said to the other. Though it was a few days shy from their six month anniversary, it'd still get the point across that the pair were very, very much exclusive and Hunter was very much gay.

JeffToday at 1:58 PM

Jeff giggled, "One more." This time, he kissed Hunter on the lips and added the photo to the post. Tagging it and captioning it with 'six months', Jeff posted it then set his phone down. "Now our phones are going to blow up." he chuckled as his phone went off already.

HunterToday at 2:08 PM

The sheer number of people was enough to make Hunter tense up a bit, his comfort only extending so far. He had to calm himself down though - had to learn to be okay with everyone knowing. "Sebastian's just mad that you got to me first," he said to the other, trying to mask his nerves with humor.

JeffToday at 2:11 PM

"Pretty much and that you got to me first too." Jeff put his phone on silent then and set it aside. He knew a tense look when he saw it. Caressing his cheek, his forehead came to Hunter's. "We can still have our bubble, just no people know we have a bubble." Pressing a light kiss to his nose.

HunterToday at 2:20 PM

A bubble. Hunter was comfortable with that - to still have a place where he could be alone with Jeff away from prying eyes. That let him relax a bit again, pressing his forehead to the other's. "They're going to figure that since we're always hiding in my room that's our hiding place," he said to him, fingers running against the man's waist.

JeffToday at 2:22 PM

Jeff nodded to him. "Yes, they are. Plus you do live in a single after all." Kissing his jaw softly with a hum. He would much rather be kissing Hunter but he knew Mason would be blowing up his phone soon, so he grabbed it and started texting Mason back. "Mason called you a model"

HunterToday at 2:24 PM

Hunter's brow raised as the other went back to his phone, a smile coating his lips as he heard the comment from Jeff's friend. "Did he, now?" he chuckled to him. Though he was definitely confident in his appearance, he wasn't so sure about being model level attractive. He'd take the compliment, though.

JeffToday at 2:29 PM

"Yeah and now he wants to know if you're hung." Jeff scooting to the side a bit on his lap with smirked. He didn't say anything to Hunter as he replied, hiding his phone screen as well so he couldn't see what Jeff typed.

HunterToday at 2:32 PM

Hunter couldn't help but roll his hips up when the other made the comment, very intentionally trying to sway him towards one way of thinking. "What'd you tell him?" Hunter asked the other, his smile slowly turning into a smirk as he threw the boy a wink.

JeffToday at 2:33 PM

"I'm not telling you." Jeff getting up from his lap. He was in the mood to play and well, who could help him as he slowly made his way to the door. "Gonna have to catch me.." Jeff bolting out the door with a laugh on his lips.

HunterToday at 2:35 PM

Hunter rolled his eyes as the man bolted off, the boy getting a head start due to the surprise factor. Soon enough though Hunter was chasing after him, feet hitting the hardwood floor as he darted after him. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" he called after him, though he was definitely enjoying himself as well.

JeffToday at 2:38 PM

"Yep and you love me for it" Jeff called back. He knew they could get in trouble for this but it seemed everyone was busy so he didnt care. Turning a corner, Jeff hid there in the shadows in hopes that Hunter would run by.

HunterToday at 2:40 PM

Hunter saw the other as he turned the corner, but as he did the same he lost sight of him. He stopped a few feet off from where Jeff had hidden himself, glancing around the area. "This is cheating," he said aloud, crossing his arms over his chest.

JeffToday at 2:42 PM

Jeff bit his lip, trying not to laugh. He could hear the semi pout in his voice, which only made him want to give in. So slowly, Jeff popped up and smirked to his boyfriend. "Its not cheating but I'll be good...for now....but only if I get more kisses." Stepping in close to him.

HunterToday at 2:45 PM

Hunter turned to face his boyfriend when the man popped up, complying with the kiss he'd been asked of. While he was distracting him with his lips, however, Hunter reached down to snatch the man's phone, deciding to be the one to bolt off this time. "Meet you back in the dorm," he called out to him, that giving him plenty of time to go snooping.

JeffToday at 2:46 PM

Jeff growled at him. "You suck, Hunter Clarington...and you're going to be doing a lot of it tonight." With that, he took off after him, smiling as he did. He didn't care if Hunter read it all, this was just so much more fun then hiding ever could be.

HunterToday at 2:49 PM

Scrolling through the messages Jeff had sent to Mason he couldn't help but have a wide grin, every text going straight to his ego. Once he'd arrived back in his dorm he let himself fall back on the bed, propping himself up on an arm as he pretended as if he was still reading.

JeffToday at 2:50 PM

Jeff caught up and slowed as he entered the room. Seeing him there, Jeff shut and locked the door. "Enjoying yourself?" He remarked. "Well while you read, I'm going to shower." Winking as he stepped into the boy's bathroom and started the shower.

#ships ;; jeffter #para ;; 002

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peachyromanoff · 5 years

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Woman Shamed by Potential Employer for a Post on Her Instagram

Oh, you thought yesterday’s story was ridiculous? Well, boy, do I have a story for you today. Let’s start with the backstory. A woman by the name of Emily Clow said she had applied for a job at the Texas firm, Kickass Masterminds. While preparing for an interview at the said firm, she went through the company’s social medias. Only to find herself on their instagram, without her knowledge. Yup, the company posted a photo of Clow without her consent onto their Instagram story. To make matters worse, however, the picture that the company chose was of Clow in a swimsuit with the caption “PSA (because I know some of you applicants are looking at this) do not share your social media with a potential employer if this is the kind of content on it. I am looking for a professional marketer — not a bikini model.” The company then reposted the same image onto their story with the added addition, "Go on with your bad self and do whatever in private. But this is not doing you any favors in finding a professional job.” The said picture was taken from her personal Instagram, and posted without even so much as tagging her. Of course, an obviously professional firm as such would handle this seemingly glaring mistake with care, right? Nope, Clow was soon blocked from contacting them after she told the company to take the picture of her down. I wish I was joking about any of this, because it almost seems too ridiculous to be true. But alas, it seems that the world we live in is bombarded with judgmental and downright childish people like this. What bothers me is that the company is trying to push this “Look at us, we’re hip with the kids,” approach, while attempting to publicly humiliate someone for something they posted on their personal Instagram page. Not to mention, the photo was in no way provocative or inappropriate—not that that should matter, but I digress—yet they still found a way to shame her for it. It’s pathetic, but predicable.

#news #opinion #opinions #sexism #social media #instagram

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rarestnicole · 6 years

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I know I that I should stop typing my thoughts at 3 AM 'cause I always end up sleeping at 5 AM. Well, I dunno. The senseful things come to me at this hour eh. LOL. And hey, it's just 2:32 AM, I still have time to type before 3 AM. So, I should start.

I was tagged in a post of my dear friend, Marry Joy. It was actually a shared post, tapos t-in-ag niya ako. And guess what? Ah, whatever. Even if you don't guess, I'd still type it anyway--whatever. Three letters; U, P, K. Yep!

Hay.

Her caption. Well, that's true. We dreamed of being a UP student. Hahaha. Ang sarap kayang mangarap! Ang hirap lang talaga tuparin. Well, as for me, I had chances that I chose to ignore. Alam ko kasi that it may not be what God is planning for me. My tries might be futile kasi all along, hindi ako para doon. Sa school, ha. Pero Lord, sa taga-UP, pwede po ba? Hahaha. Eeey, Anne Nicole, this one's not for that. Focus kasi, saan saan ka naman nakakarating ulit eh. Tsk.

So, UPK.

*sigh*

Amazing.

Hanggang ngayon, amazed pa rin ako. Wth, right? Hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala. LOL.

Tiningnan ko 'yong mga notes ko sa Google Keep ko nung July 2017. Hahahaha. Ah, inabangan ko pala at tinandaan ang mga names nila. MALAMANG, mga Kuya at Ate eh. Magandang experience kasi kaya tatandaan ko talaga. Hahahahaha. Weird lang eh. Puro mga names lang ng mga Kuya ang nilagay ko sa Keep.

"Ewan ko sa'yo."

Ewan ko talaga sa'kin. Hahaha. Ang pinunta ko naman talaga doon is to experience that KF kasi hindi nga ako madalas payagan ni Mommy na sumama sa mga ganun. Ewan ko ba pero hindi naman ako prinsesa, ayaw lang talaga niyang mawalay ako sa piling niya ng napakatagal. Aaaawww, you Mommy, ha! You! Jeez, Mom. HAHAHA. Joke lang. Hindi rin talaga ako interested masiyado. March 2017, may SSG Training kami dapat. I wanted to go, ayaw lang ni Mommy. But I just shrugged and agreed. Okay lang, nakapag-SPG Training naman na 'ko sa Looc nung grade 6 ako. And Representative lang naman ako, kaya na nilang itayo ang bandera ng Sta. Fe doon. Haha. And nalaman ko sa pag-uwi nila na may ginawa silang kahihiyan dun. Hahahaha. Yikes, if I was there, hindi ako masasali kasi hindi naman ako lumalabas ng kwarto. Haha. Kinausap daw ng teacher na kasama ng officers ng SFNHS ang mga students ng ibang school ng lasing. Sir, ilam sa imo. Gosh, 'yong mga sinabi naman ni Sir eh. 😂 No regrets about my decision.

Sa UPK, iba eh. Mom, I should go. Pinapatugtog ko pa nun lagi ang mga kanta ni Mandy Moore kaya kapag pinapakinggan ko ngayon ang Someday We'll Know, feeling ko nandoon ulit ako while wearing a pair of jogging pants kasi I didn't bring any shorts. No way in hell.

Tapos nagsimula na pala ang Day 1.

KA. LO. KA. Naalala ko ang about sa jokes. Damn, hindi ko alam kung tatawanan ko na lang ba tapos pilit ko na lang itatago ang pag-cringe ko dahil sa poor delivery o kakaawan ko kasi, "Fre naman! Umupo ka na lang sana at nanahimik tulad ko," o 'di naman kaya ay hahanga sa guts niya. Well, Nyx, at least they have the guts. Duh! Waley pa rin. Hiyang hiyang hiyang hiya na talaga ako nung may nag-entry galing sa school namin tapos 'yong teacher namin, pinipilit kaming suportahan. Okay, I understand naman na schoolmate eh kaya dapat suportahan. Pero SIR, kung hindi ako natawa sa joke, pwedeng manahimik na lang ako. Baka masamid pa ako sa fake laugh. Damn, I did well when I sticked to my principles. May kumanta pa! Gusto ko 'yong guts ni koya pero ang lyrics, no-no. He sang something so popular na kahit hindi ko pakinggan from my phone araw araw ay masasaulo ko because it's played every freaking where. And sorry kung I sound like a proud jerk at ang OA ko naman kasi kailangan talagang ganito, but saulo ko na ang song and its sharps and flats.kaya ang disturbing lang kapag hindi niya nahi-hit ang note. When you sing a song, 'yong bagay dapat sa boses mo. Hindi lang 'yong popular, 'yan ang natutunan ko through my experiences. Haha. Whatever. Pa-cute pa ng pa-cute sa stage. Yikes, thank God hindi ako naa-attract sa itsura lang. I'd leave my body and wander as a soul if ganun. Haha. Kidding.

Ah, maja. The hosts. Magagaling sila, the best. HAHAHA. Magagaling magsalita. Aaaw, 🎶 take me back, back, back 🎶. They're cool. May kamukha ang isa eh. Hmm, tsk tsk. He looks like someone that I might end up with in the future. HAHAHA. Ano ba 'to. And this, self, is the very reason why you should type your thoughts at night and not during the *dawn*. Tulog na lang nga ako. 😂 Dami kong alam eh. Pagalitan pa ako nun, patay na. Bye, bye, Anne Nicole na naman. Tss. Nakaka-trauma kaya mapagsabihan ng taong gusto mo. Feeling ko tuloy kailangan ko muna maging perfect para hindi na ako magkamali. Huhuhu. You're so uptight, eh ang chill ko pa naman din. Pwedeng chill ka lang rin? Tssssss! I want to talk to you pa naman. TSS!

I wish I could stop... but I just couldn't. Charot. I'll stop.

I'll stop talking and continue with what happened. Matitinong mga pangyayari.

Wait lang.

Nakalimutan ko na ang mga matinong nangyari. :>

Ah. Nagka-crush ko doon eh. (#AngTino) The f. (Tingnan mo 'tong gusto rawng matuto pero crush ang pinagtuunan ng pansin. Wala talagang hiya.) So ayun nga, first night yata 'yon? Eh magbabasa nga kasi sila ng notes from us. Eh ang supportive ng mga schoolmates ko, wooh, cheers for the best pals in school! Yeah. Char. Edi nagsulat din ako. Hahahaha. Sila nag-provide (yata) ng masusulatan at panulat, sila rin ang nagbigay, pero ako ang nagsulat. Thank God, sa maayos ko pong penmanship. Nabasa naman. Pagkatapos nilang ibigay, humiga na ako sa kinauupuan ko para makinig... while recording it sa phone ko. Eh, crush ko nga kasi at babasahin ang note ko! Ba't ba kasiiii?! Kailangan kasi ng remembrance eh! Proof pa para maalala ko na nangyari nga at hindi ilusyon! At bakit ba! Binabasa. Kasi. Ang. Note. Ko. Why baaa? Twice yata akong nagbigay eh. (Walangya ka talaga, akala ko ba UP ang ipinunta? Ba't biglang naging 'taga-UP'?) Daw buang gid takon kato. Pero kalma kalma lang, baka tumaas ang energy ko bigla at lakarin ko pauwi ang Santa Fe. Kalma lang, ayaw ko pa umuwi.

Eh dahil crush ko nga, syempre tinitingnan ko. (Bwisit ko talaga, Salvador.) Hahahaha. Nakakahiyang nilalang. Papa, Mama at Mommy, hindi niyo po alam ito dahil dapat lang naman talaga, ayaw kong matakwil 'no. Hapon ng second day, nakikinig ako sa speaker nang bigla akong hipan ni Hypnos at antukin. Alipin pa naman ako ng antok ko. Haha. At kasi, nakakahiya namang humiga doon habang nagsasalita, (wait, parang mas nakakahiya ang pag-alis namin habang may nagsasalita. Pero malay naman nila, baka nakinig kami mula sa kwarto kaysa naman makita talaga nilang natutulog ako.) Natulog po ako sa room namin. Hanggang alas cinco. Yes, I missed a lot at nagsisi naman ako nung nalaman ko kung ano. SAYANG NAMAN, SALVADOR. Hindi ka na sana gumising. Tssss!!! Eh photo collage contest na, I have to watch. Nakakahiya naman na natulog lang ako, so naisip kong suportahan na ang mga ka-batch ko at ibang besties: sina Rene, Apple, Jarene, Danielle at Marvin yata. Can't remember na. Pumunta ako sa room kung saan sila gumagawa AND TO MY GREAT SURPRISE, nandoon ang crush ko. Edi hindi na ako umalis? Yep, maliban na lang nung inutusan kami dalawa ni Aaron, siya kasi kasa-kasama ko nun. Mabuti at naligo ako pagkagising ko. Amazeballs, galing mo Nyx. Iyan ang gusto ko sa'yo; kapag mukha kang ewan ay naliligo ka. At mabuti na lang at nagpalit ako ng damit dahil naka-white top ako na off shoulder, eh umuulan at hindi yata ako naka-high waist pants. (Push mo 'yan.) So nagpalit ako.

Ang creepy ko kaya magka-crush! Hahahaha. Kapag gusto ko, gusto ko talaga. Nakakahiya. Syempre nga kasi aalis naman kami agad, at hindi ko na ulit makikita ang crush ko (huhu, bye my darling dear, charot hahaha), at hindi kasi nanuod ang ibang schoolmates ko sa games nung 2nd night, kaya ni-record ko na lang. Ah, I'm such a thoughtful schoolmate. Dapat in-award-an ako niyan nung graduation eh. Tss, hindi marunong mag-appreciate. Anyway, nag-video nga ako pero 'yong sakto lang. Hindi naman siguro nahalata ng mga sumasayaw sa stage na vi-nideohan ko sila, ano? Pakialam ba nila, eh todo sayaw na sila ng Gimme Gimme, kawawa naman ang stage. Feeling ko na-harass dahil sa moves nila. Gosh, my innocence.

Ang dami ko kayang remembrance noon.

Kaso binura ko na eh. :‹ (bitter mo kasi)

Okay lang.

Nilipat ko naman kasi sa flash drive kaya binura ko sa phone. Heller! Sayang ang effort ko nun 'no! Tapos, ide-delete ko lang? Oh my gosh, no. 😂 Nilipat ko kasi lahat sa flash drive kaya binura ko na sa phone memory.

So I stalked my crush nung bumalik na kami sa room. The f, ang bagal ng internet sa Odiongan nun, gusto ko nang umuwi para lang mag-Facebook. Free data na 'yon ha, kasi nga ang bagal rin kahit may data. Hala freeeeee! I found it. His account. Oh my god, I'm so brilliant. #ProudMoment07'17 My gooooooooods, engineering ang course. Aaaw, magaling sa Math. Zero balance pa naman ako sa Math. (Kidding! Medyo mabilis naman ako mag-compute ng addition at subtraction at multiplication at division mentally. Hehe. Oo, proud na ako dun kasi why not? Eh sa 'yon na ang best ko eh. Ba't ba. Haha. Sa lahi daw ng Asis ang magaling sa Math, kaso dahil sa apo na ako, medyo malayo na sa Asis kaya ang mga basic lang ang kaya ko.) Wow lang, bakit ka po Engineering? Huhuhu. Wala kang kaalam-alam pero pinagpipiyestahan ko na ang infos mo sa Facebook at tuwang tuwa pa ako. (katakot 'to) I was like, "Wow." (wow, hindi jeje HAHAHAHAHA hindi naman siya mukhang ganun pero kasi 'di ba, Hey Stephen, Taylor knows that looks can be deceiving but she thinks she saw a light in you.)

Ah, ilang beses ba akong nagpa-picture? HAHAHAHAHA. I'm so humiliating. Eh kasi naman, remembrance kasi fre eh.

Kailan nga kami umuwi? July 24 yata. Since that day, nagkaroon na ng password ang cellphone ko. Hahahaha. At, sobrang low ng brightness, feeling ko wala na akong nakita sa phone. 😂 Whatever. May nabasa kasi ako noon sa Wattpad na one shot ni ate Rayne Mariano eh. 15 Days. Yep. Naniwala ako doon. Hahaha. Eh kasi bata pa ako noon, mga 17. Hahaha. Whatever.

Hindi na natanggal ang password ko ever since that day. Wala naman talaga akong tinatago sa phone ko. 15 days ko lang naman sana ilalagay ang lock. Kaso nakita naman agad nila ang tinatago ko kaya I shrugged the idea off na lang. Bahala na nga, yago ran basi gani nagpinati takon man. Hay nako.

Hala, parang nainis pa nga nun 'yong crush ko kasi, ba't ba 'ko pa-picture ng pa-picture?! Mukha lang akong tanga. Whatever, wala kang alam. Hmp. 😂 Ay, suplado. HAHAHA. Kuya, don't be mad na. I just want a remembrance kasi. You don't know me naman kaya mainis ka lang, you still look cute anyway. Go lang. Hahaha. Doon sa remembrance, mukha akong tanga. I don't like my smile talaga, ugh. I look stupid. Kuya, don't be mad na, you won't see me again (you wish). Kuya... this is the last day. Huhuhu. Pagbigyan mo na 'ko. Ayaw ko pa umuwi nun. :3 Seyeng.

I think I'm pretty blessed. He read my notes, pinayagan niya akong magpa-picture sa kanya, may empty chairs sa malapit sa table nila na feeling ko, sinadya ni Lord. You po Lord haaa~. Hmm. 😂

So patalon-talon akong pumunta sa harap ng kwarto namin para sumakay sa jeep 'cause we're going home. :{ Hindi matanggal ang ngiti ko pauwi. HAHAHAHAHA. Tapos biglang, sino nga ulit si JP Caras? 😂

Nung umuwi na kami :‹, nag-internet agad ako. Hooοh, feeling ko napagkaitan ako ng rights to open my social media accounts at ng chance to, um... hehe, stalk. Like hello! Why naman, Odiongan? So, Facebook, Twitter at Instagram. Yes, stalker mode. Yuck, creepy. (ikr, but idc :›) Hindi lang naman kasi siya ang stinalk ko. Some Ates and Kuyas, tiningnan ko lang naman eh. :3 Sa totoo lang, hindi naman ako ganun ka-active sa Twitter eh. Minsan lang, nakakalimutan ko kasi na may account ako at ang password ko. Trivia: Tuwing bubuksan ko ang accounts ko, nagpapalit ako ng password. Haha. I am no Mnemosyne's daughter, alright? She must've hated me. :< Grabe naman po ang nangyari sa memory ko. Huhu.

Tutuloy ko 'to bukas dahil mag-aalas cuatro na. 3:47 AM, ‹061618›

Tsk. I won't edit this. :p

ΔItinuloy noong ika-27 ng Hunyo, taong 2018, 14:41Δ

Yep, ngayon ko lang naituloy. Hahaha.

Hindi nga ako ganun ka-active sa Twitter pero kapag nandun ako, tweet talaga ako ng tweet. Kahit ano ang nasa isip ko, tweet. I like typing my thoughts nga 'di ba, at wala naman talagang nagpi-pay ng attention sa kung anu-anong itu-tweet ko kaya pakawala talaga ako doon. Haha. Sana naman wala akong masamang sinabi sa kung sino doon. Hindi ko na kasi maalala tweets ko eh. Hahaha.

Hala, paano ko nga ulit nalaman kung may Twitter siya? Hahaha. I can't remembeeeer. Basta hinanap ko yata silang lahat (yata ulit). And I found his. Waaah~ He's so admirable. Huhuhu. I don't like the color of his shirt sa DP niya noon pero okay lang. Hahahaha. Stalker much? Ang pangit ng stalker. Tss. Fan na lang kaya? Fan? HAHA. Para kang tanga, Nyx. Go pa. 😂 what! ever!

Syempre f-in-ollow ko na. Okay lang, hindi naman niya ako kilala. Imposible, sabi ko pa. In-add ko sa Facebook kasi gusto ko lang naman siyang maging friend kahit sa FB lang at hindi naman ako harmful. Hahahaha. Naisip ko nga noon na baka hindi naman niya ia-accept, pero okay lang ica-cancel ko na lang after a week. 😂 Pero hindi ko na f-in-ollow sa Instagram, baka naman makahalata siya. Nung in-accept na niya ang FR ko sa FB, rejoice! Rejoice ng lantaran sa harap ng mga pamangkin. Bahala kayo diyan, eh sa masaya ako eh. Tss.

But...

Shems ang posts kooooo!

Too late.

Stupid as ever.

Pero sige na nga lang! He don't know me anyway!

Tapos 'Hi' pa 'ko ng 'Hi' sa Twitter kasi nga hindi naman niya mababasa.

Eh nag-followback siya.

I so hate you for being so shameless, Anne Nicole.

Pero hindi ako nagsisi... muntik lang.

Hahahaha.

Isang decision lang ang p-in-ush ko kay Mommy ha. Wala naman akong alam sa mga susunod na mangyayari. Pero that was the best decision ever!

No regrets.

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