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anonymous asked:

what are some essentials for starting uni? like for a dorm, stationary supplies etc??

I’m not sure what to recommend exactly but I can tell you what my essentials are, I move around a lot and have done ever since I first moved to uni. Try to take only the bare minimum, you’ll accumulate things whilst you’re away :–)


stationery, I currently use:

room essentials:

  • a cruelty-free double duvet + two really good pillows
    • I am obsessed with my duvet, I went around the shop scrunching every one until I found the one closest to real down. good sleep is really really important!
    • even if the bed at your accommodation is a single, a double duvet can fold or hang over the side, whereas a single duvet might have to be replaced if you move to a new place that has a double bed
  • a blanket or throw
  • a desk light / a bedside light
  • an easy-to-care for indoor plant that purifies the air
    • try: dracaena, sanseveria, ficus, spathiphyllum
  • a medicine tin with standard painkillers, effervescent vitamin c, savlon, indigestion tablets, tiger balm and other bits you might need (remember to take your anti-allergy tablets, inhaler, etc.)
  • cafetiére / pourover / teapot and a kettle
  • speaker(s) (pack headphones too… don’t be that neighbour)
  • printed photos of your friends and family, artwork, posters, or a small rug will make you feel instantly more at home – put them up with washi tape though so you don’t mark the walls!

other stuff

  • if you share a kitchen: instead of taking a big set with lots of plates, try going to your local market or charity / secondhand shop and buy just two small plates, two small bowls and some knives and forks. this way, you’ll have more space in the kitchen + be able to tell which are yours, as well as nice memories of going to those places in your hometown before moving
  • if you share a bathroom: invest in a toiletries bag, then you don’t have to leave all your stuff in the bathroom if you don’t want to

Finally, my mum’s advice to me: take something, or a few things, that are really old and you’ve had for ages. It can be tempting to take university as a ‘fresh start’, and you should, but if you take at least one thing – maybe a bag, or pencil case – that you’ve loved for years, it might make you feel more grounded if things get overwhelming.

I am so excited for you, good luck at university and I hope you really enjoy it.

100 Photography Tips - Eric Kim

I read this multiple times a week.

1. Just because someone has an expensive camera doesn’t mean that they’re a good photographer.
2. Always shoot in RAW. Always.
3. Prime lenses help you learn to be a better photographer.
4. Photo editing is an art in itself
5. The rule of thirds works 99% of the time.
6. Macro photography isn’t for everybody.
7. UV filters work just as well as lens caps.
8. Go outside and shoot photos rather than spending hours a day on photography forums.
9. Capture the beauty in the mundane and you have a winning photograph.
10. Film isn’t better than digital.
11. Digital isn’t better than film.
12. There is no “magic” camera or lens.
13. Better lenses don’t give you better photos.
14. Spend less time looking at other people’s work and more time shooting your own.
15. Don’t take your DSLR to parties.
16. Being a photographer is sexy.
17. Making your photos b/w doesn’t automatically make them “artsy”
18. People will always discredit your work if you tell them you “photoshop” your images. Rather, tell them that you process them in the “digital darkroom”.
19. You don’t need to take a photo of everything.
20. Have at least 2 backups of all your images. Like they say in war, two is one, one is none.
21. Ditch the neck strap and get a handstrap.
22. Get closer when taking your photos, they often turn out better.
23. Be a part of a scene while taking a photo; not a voyeur.
24. Taking a photo crouched often make your photos look more interesting.
25. Worry less about technical aspects and focus more on compositional aspects of photography.
26. Tape up any logos on your camera with black gaffers tape- it brings a lot less attention to you.
27. Always underexpose by 2/3rds of a stop when shooting in broad daylight.
28. The more photos you take, the better you get.
29. Don’t be afraid to take several photos of the same scene at different exposures, angles, or apertures.
30. Only show your best photos.
31. A point-and-shoot is still a camera.
32. Join an online photography forum.
33. Critique the works of others.
34. Think before you shoot.
35. A good photo shouldn’t require explanation (although background information often adds to an image). *
36. Alcohol and photography do not mix well.
37. Draw inspiration from other photographers but never worship them.
38. Grain is beautiful.
39. Ditch the photo backpack and get a messenger bag. It makes getting your lenses and camera a whole lot easier.
40. Simplicity is key.
41. The definition of photography is: “painting with light.” Use light in your favor.
42. Find your style of photography and stick with it.
43. Having a second monitor is the best thing ever for photo processing.
44. Silver EFEX pro is the best b/w converter.
45. Carry your camera with you everywhere. Everywhere.
46. Never let photography get in the way of enjoying life.
47. Don’t pamper your camera. Use and abuse it.
48. Take straight photos.
49. Shoot with confidence.
50. Photography and juxtaposition are best friends.
51. Print out your photos big. They will make you happy.
52. Give your photos to friends.
53. Give them to strangers.
54. Don’t forget to frame them.
55. Costco prints are cheap and look great.
56. Go out and take photos with (a) friend(s).
57. Join a photo club or start one for yourself.
58. Photos make great presents.
59. Taking photos of strangers is thrilling.
60. Candid>Posed.
61. Natural light is the best light.
62. 35mm (on full frame) is the best “walk-around” focal length.
63. Don’t be afraid to bump up your ISO when necessary.
64. You don’t need to always bring a tripod with you everywhere you go (hell, I don’t even own one).
65. It is always better to underexpose than overexpose.
66. Shooting photos of homeless people in an attempt to be “artsy” is exploitation.
67. You will find the best photo opportunities in the least likely situations.
68. Photos are always more interesting with the human element included.
69. You can’t “photoshop” bad images into good ones.
70. Nowadays everybody is a photographer.
71. You don’t need to fly to Paris to get good photos; the best photo opportunities are in your backyard.
72. People with DSLRS who shoot portraits with their grip pointed downwards look like morons.
73. Cameras as tools, not toys.
74. In terms of composition, photography and painting aren’t much different.
75. Photography isn’t a hobby- it’s a lifestyle.
76. Make photos, not excuses.
77. Be original in your photography. Don’t try to copy the style of others.
78. The best photographs tell stories that begs the viewer for more.
79. Any cameras but black ones draw too much attention.
80. The more gear you carry around with you the less you will enjoy photography.
81. Good self-portraits are harder to take than they seem.
82. Laughter always draws out peoples’ true character in a photograph.
83. Don’t look suspicious when taking photos- blend in with the environment.
84. Landscape photography can become dull after a while.
85. Have fun while taking photos.
86. Never delete any of your photos.
87. Be respectful when taking photos of people or places.
88. When taking candid photos of people in the street, it is easier to use a wide-angle than a telephoto lens.
89. Travel and photography are the perfect pair.
90. Learn how to read a histogram.
91. A noisy photo is better than a blurry one.
92. Don’t be afraid to take photos in the rain.
93. Learn how to enjoy the moment, rather than relentlessly trying to capture the perfect picture of it.
94. Never take photos on an empty stomach.
95. You will discover a lot about yourself through your photography.
96. Never hoard your photographic insight- share it with the world.
97. Never stop taking photos
98. Photography is more than simply taking photos, it is a philosophy of life
99. Capture the decisive moment
100. Write your own list.

Tell me you see it

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You decide to take a photography class to help Peter out with some work endeavors. He takes the class with you. It goes much better than you expected.

This one works a little like ‘Have I told you?’ where the italicized bits are flash backs. Peter is older. (Also, I have no idea how pictures are processed in a dark room, so if you do, excuse my descriptions and hastily researched process.)

Just some good ol’ fashioned fluff.

Words: 3,160
Warnings:
None.

Originally posted by tomllholland



It hadn’t taken too much convincing from your friend to finally sign up for the Photography workshop your college was offering. Taking photographs had never really been much more than a hobby.

It was Peter who had a knack for it.

His passion for capturing the world had recently turned into a way to make money to help his Aunt out with a few bills; his pictures of Queens’ very own friendly neighborhood vigilante gracing the cover of the Bugle nearly every issue.

The quality of the photos were astounding and frankly a little unbelievable; the angles and perspective such that it was difficult to comprehend how someone could possibly be in the right place and time, every time, to even obtain images of such class. How did Peter get up there? What was Peter even doing hanging around that part of town? What kind of lens was Peter using to get so much detail?

Why was no one asking these questions?

It was obvious to you, but then you also had the advantage of knowing that Peter was in fact taking photos of himself. 

Easy to take pictures of Spider-man when you’re Spider-man.

Which was why it had been an easy decision to sign up for the class; you were going to start helping Peter with his photos before anyone had the opportunity to develop any suspicion.

He had then signed up with you.

Your first assignment had been to pick a partner and over the course of the next week, work on taking portraits. ‘I really want you to focus on the quality of light. How does light affect the subject matter and vice versa?’


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The girl I cherished the most (JIMIN ANGST)


 Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst

word no.: 1207

Summary: Taehyung cheated on you, the girl that Jimin cherished the most.

Bold texts are text messages



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anonymous asked:

I work at a pharmacy w/ a photo department. I constantly have ppl who throw a fit when they order photos at 3am when we're closed and expect them to be ready at opening time. Do they think we just live there? Like how tf we supposed to print your photos/posters ect. When the store is closed and we're all at home sleeping

When people started to know my name, as well as the character’s name, that was kind of difficult. From sixteen to when I turned nineteen, they were quite hard years. You’re in the prime of puberty; your body is changing, your face is changing, and people still saw me as that thirteen year old girl with no both, and thought that’s how I should look forever. Growing up and having my body transform and my hormones, and people watching and commenting on that- it was tricky. Even my friends were having a hard time with that stuff, but when people are printing photos of your bad skin, that’s really difficult.”

zoella: Another little home snippet but up in my office this time! A touch of mid-century in this room with lots of plants. Still need to find nice photos to go in the frames. I have so many I want to print but never do!! Definitely something I need to start doing more as once I’ve taken them I tend not to look at them again. Anyone else guilty of this? What do you use to print your favourite photos?

[On the pressure that stems from being in the public eye…] ‘That’s probably the thing I’ve struggled with the most. At first, it was the character [Sansa Stark]; people hating on her because she was a 13-year-old girl, and she should have a smart head on her shoulders and make good decisions. But, at the end of the day – blinded by love – she didn’t. When people started to know my name, as well as the character’s name, that was kind of difficult. From 16 to when I turned 19, they were quite hard years. You’re in the prime of puberty; your body is changing, your face is changing, and people still saw me as that 13-year-old girl, with no body, and thought that’s how I should look forever. So, growing up and having my body transform, and my hormones, and people watching and commenting on that – that was tricky. Even my friends were having a hard time with that stuff, but when people are printing photos of your bad skin, that’s really difficult’.

anonymous asked:

omg do a met gala blurb!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’d been thinking about him, and it, and everything, and I spat this out on my phone over breakfast the other day. It’s a short blurb, but it does take a nice turn. x.

Gentle reminder: requests are closed… even if I’m weak and sometimes can’t help myself getting distracted from answering new ones even as I work on old ones and other things.

033. Under Their Noses

It’s a white gown – simple, flowing, but it hugs and drapes in all the right places, making the already gentle ins and outs of your curves more accentuated. You worry that it doesn’t fit with the theme enough, but when Harry had seen the fabric when you’d shown it to him, he’d said it looked like some futuristic space cloud, and that that would be closer than what half the people would be doing, probably.

When he sees you in it in person, his mouth drops open just a bit.

“Marry me.”

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•maybe obscure things i've learned in college•

Sometimes if a book you’re reading is hella old you can find it for free on iTunes because it is public domain.

READ THE NEWS. Don’t just read national news (NPR, NYT, WaPo & WSJ) but also local/state news. The funniest headlines will be from local news trust me.

College is literally learning where you can slack off and still achieve what your goal is. I did not have to put the same level of effort in my speech class that I did my stats class because public speaking is a skill I developed in high school - stats was not.

Honestly though, black sheets are great. Even though I spilled tea on my sheets and it stained no one could tell.

Skin care is so important tho. Wash your face. You’ll feel like a new human. (Skin care isn’t just feminine btw. Boys pls wash your face too)

Fruit is really refreshing. I go to college in Texas. Everyday feels like I’m bathing with Satan. Grapes don’t make it better but they do make it tolerable.

There are these notebook-binder hybrids that are incredible and if you are into the binder thing but hate the shape these are def for you.

Decorate on the cheap: Cut photos out of a magazine, print out your favorite instagram photos and become friends with art students. art students have to make and create so much they are typically willing to give to friends (I have three art student friends and I have cool things on my walls from them. thnxs hannah, grace and alex)

Explore different opinions, politics and religions. Most of the time they are all within a few feet of you.

Don’t sit in your complacent bubble and assume a tweet or Facebook post will change anything. Uni is a great place to be an activist and to get involved with homeless shelters, women shelters and non-profits.

~feel free to add some more~

secondpigeon: Aspiring actors take note: Every cast has a champion fitting photo poser and Courtney B is hands down the star of the great comet family. She shows me all the elements of the outfit, but she also demonstrates the life and movement of the pieces and the spirit of the look. As a bonus, I can tell she’s excited to wear this onstage. Striking a pose brings such joy to the fitting room and also the slog of organizing and printing photos; your costume designer will remember and be especially nice to you forever.

Had an amazing last few days, adventuring on a whim with my friend Jakr. We got to talk about a lot, see a lot, and experience more than you could explain in the confinds of this app or show through photos. And frankly, no one deserves to be let in on those moments and experiences when they’ll never give it the emotional weight it deserves. There’s a special place in my heart for moments that I choose to share through my camera with the world, but sometimes I’d rather just sit there and take it in. Just for me. To strip away everything from my line of sight that isn’t the amazing subject in front of me. I’ve decide that I will no longer be shooting to post. It’s a new, and ugly way of giving the attention and importance to work that I do not agree with. From now on when I click that shutter, in moments like these, it will be to print. For printing your photo, you finally give justice to the wonders you’ve captured, and the proper magnitude in doing so.

THE WINNERS!!!!!!!

GRAND PRIZE CHAMPION: @tishue

  • you get to pick a theme for the next photoshoot! within reason, of course
  • you get two fancy glossy prints of your favorite Poe photo
  • you get Poe snuggles in your name! (i.e. we pick poe up and cuddle him and tell him how much [NAME] loves him. We also make a personalized post with an ~exclusive photo~)
  • you also get a video of Poe being fed a yummy thing of your choosing

RUNNER-UP CHAMPION: @wellllthatdidntwork

  • you get two fancy glossy prints of Poe!
  • you get Poe snuggles in your name!
  • you get a video of Poe being fed a yummy thing of your choosing!

SECOND RUNNER-UP CHAMPION: @stephaniecreede

  • you get one fancy glossy print of Poe!
  • you get Poe snuggles in your name!
  • you get a video of Poe being fed a yummy thing of your choosing!

Congrats to everyone!!! We’ll be messaging winners to let them know. :D

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The Best App For Throwback Thursdays

Latest episode from Nat & Lo looks at the subject of computational photography, the growing importance in the smartphone market of it, and how it relates to a new photo scanning app from Google:

This week Google Photos launched a new app, PhotoScan, that helps you digitize your old printed photos. Want to know how it works? You’ve come to the right video. :) 

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Road trip through Canada.

Thanks to everyone getting prints, I’m still making prints of photos of your choice at half off normal price. inquire: forrestmankins@gmail.com

Begin Again - viii || TBS

Summary: Thomas and Y/N go to Ava’s favorite cafe in Venice and talk about their plans for when they get home - not without Thomas planning to spoil them completely.

!!!NOTICE!!!

I’ll be using the hashtags #tmr newt, #newt x reader, #tbs x reader, #tbs imagines if you want to look for me. Ever since Fantastic Beasts came out I can’t see you guys anymore.

Here’s 1/12 of the 12 Days of Imagines I promised you! Thank you for the love.

You woke up because it was too cold.

You were about to roll to your back when you almost fell off, realizing too late that you were on the couch with Thomas beneath you.

He was still asleep, his arms draped effortlessly around your waist. His lips were slightly pouted and it took every ounce of self-control you had to not kiss him at that moment.

It was a nice feeling, being this intimate with him. You were so close you could feel his crotch on your thigh.

Ruining the moment, your stomach rumbled, causing Thomas to stir.

He rubbed his hand on his face, taking a deep breath before looking at you with a small smile.

“Hello.” he said, “this is, so far, the best sight I’ve woken up to in my life.”

“Same here,” you whispered, pecking him around his mouth.

“I do recall this,” he slid his hand between you both on your stomach, “telling me that you’re hungry.”

“A little,” you admitted.

“I’ll take you out for breakfast,” he announced, sitting up and taking you with him, resulting in your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Mmmkay,” you smiled, getting off of him despite his whines.

Thomas smirked at you after a while. “Okay? No objections? No ‘spoil your daughter’?” he formed air quotations with his fingers at his last words.

“No,” you said simply, deciding to wear a light dress and a thick coat for today. “I’m just trying to not be a killjoy like you say I am,”

“Oh, my,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up himself. “We’re going to take a boat to the cafe we’re going to.”

“Really?” you smiled excitedly, your eyes secretly scanning him from head to toe.

“Yeah,” he nodded, throwing a sweater on. You loved it when Thomas wore sweaters. He was so huggable. But then again, you loved Thomas with nothing on best. “It’s Ava’s favorite place. Funnily enough, she told me to bring my girlfriend there on our first visit there as kids. She said it was romantic and any girl would love it.”

You hummed. “We should send her a photo, then.”

“Yeah,”

Snap.

You turned your head back to Thomas. His polaroid was directed towards you. You watched him put it down with a huge grin on his face as the camera printed your photo.

“Thomas!” you shrieked, “I’m barely wearing anything!”

“Mhmm, that’s why I took a picture.” he winked at you before blowing on the photo. “It lasts longer.”

“You freaking…” you stomped towards him. You probably looked terrible.

“Ah, no,” he smiled, his eyes raised as he lifted the photo up, far from your reach.

“Stupid tall people,” you slumped and walked back to your clothes, deciding to change.

“That’s going in my wallet.” he announced proudly.

“And what if your mom or even your dad,” you cringed, “goes through your stuff?”

He chuckled. “I’ll put it under my credit cards, love, I’d kill anyone who’d be lucky enough to see you like that.”

You huffed as you put your boots on then you frowned. “Why am I still cold?”

He walked towards you, putting his wallet in his back pocket. “Because you need this,” he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you from the ground.

“I’m hungry,” you joked.

“Right,” he nodded. “Let’s go.”

Arm in arm, you exited the hotel. 

Thomas’ eyes immediately wandered around the docked boats, then his eyes lit up.

“Here it is,” he smiled, leading you inside a blue kayak. He buckled a life jacket on you and himself.

“Where’s the driver, Tommy?” you asked as he pushed the kayak to the canal.

“Yours truly,” he gestured to himself. You scoffed jokingly.

In a second, he was in the kayak and was paddling around.

“This must be expensive.” you gestured to the kayak.

“It’s a family kayak,” he explained, “my aunt bought it. She lives just outside the city.”

You nodded, watching his biceps tense with every push.

“She’d like to meet you, actually,” he continued, “I told her we’d be around Italy and she wants us to come over before we leave.”

“That’d be great,” you smiled.

“I’m warning you, though, there’s a small possibility we won’t ever leave the place. I swear she’ll fall in love with you.” he rolled his eyes, but the loving expression on his face was obvious.

“Better than her hating me, right?” you teased.

“That’s impossible,” he scoffed. “Ah. Here we are. Wait here.” he got off the boat first. He tied the kayak to the dock and only then did he half-pull, half-carry you to land.

It was your typical cafe, but Thomas said something about having to make reservations.

You were welcomed by an overly cheery waitress at the front desk.

“Mr Sangster!” she cheered, “great to see you again!”

Thomas cleared his throat awkwardly. “You too, Lauren.”

“Table for two?” she prompted, eyes landing on you briefly.

“That’s right,” he replied. “overlooking the water, please.”

She excitedly led you to a window table, overlooking the water as he’d asked.

“She seems happy to see you,” you commented.

Thomas sighed, seemingly frustrated. “When we divorced, I came to stay here for a few months. Ava visited often and we’d go here.”

You nodded, not sure where he was going with that.

“She asked me out several times until Ava not-so-nicely told her that I just got divorced,”

“Oh.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.” he smiled charmingly.

“Well, she’s pretty.” you sighed, looking at her. She had wavy, blonde hair that hung to her waist. She was petite and slim - she looked like a model.

“She’s alright,” he shrugged. “What would you like to eat?” he then put on an excited front, gesturing to the menu in your hands.

“I’ll have whatever you usually have,” you replied.

“Alright,” he called another waitress, who obviously had to bravely check him out. Thomas wasn’t oblivious to her ogling, but he paid her no heed.

Thomas’ phone began to buzz, and he sighed once he read the message.

“Who is it?” you asked. Then you lowered your face. “Sorry, I shouldn’t pry,”

Thomas looked at you seriously. “Listen, Y/N, if we’re going to make this work, we shouldn’t be allowed to keep secrets. You’re my business, I’m yours. Got it?”

You nodded.

“Anyway, it’s Ava.” he smiled. “She thinks we’re going too fast into the relationship.”

“Are we?” you bit your lip.

“She’s mad at me, and not you - if that’s what you’re worried about.” he sighed. “And no, we’re actually seven years late. We’re making up for lost time.”

“What are we going to do when we get back to London?” you wondered.

“You’re not living in my place right now, that’s for sure,” he chuckled. “you’re not staying in the place I spent seven years of hell in.”

You shot him a look of confusion.

“I’m going to buy us a new place,” he said as if it could be done by the wave of his hand. Then again, this is Thomas we’re talking about. “a better one, where Hope can have a better room and I a study.”

“Thomas… that’s unnecessary. Your home is beautiful.”

“Oh, it is.” he smiled. “But you two deserve better.” he gave you a look that said it was the end of the discussion.

“Tommy, I think we should take it slow. Let’s see how dating goes for us then we’ll take it from there - while I stay in my apartment.”

Thomas frowned but nodded. “Okay, love. If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what we need, Thomas. Last time we made drastic decisions without thinking, we-”

“Divorced,” Thomas finished.

“Yeah.” you looked at your lap and laughed bitterly. “I’m sorry - I just ruined this.”

“No,” Thomas shook his head. “we need to talk about this, don’t we?”

“Mhmm. What else do you plan on?”

He was interrupted by the waitress placing your food on the table, purposely brushing her chest against Thomas’ forearm, making you bury your face in your hands.

It’s high school all over again.

“Love,” he called for your attention. “look at me.”

“Yeah,”

“I plan on asking you to quit your job.”

You stared at him, mouth hanging open.

“I wouldn’t if you loved it so much. But they’re torturing you there, Y/N. You need to leave.”

“I have a daughter, Tommy.”

We have a daughter,” he corrected. “and you have me. What problem is there? You want to stay home with Hope, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I want to contribute something,” you half-shouted, half-whispered.

“You’re taking care of our baby - that’s more than I could ever ask for.”

Our baby.

Ours. No one else’s.

“Let me find a part-time job,” you begged, “while Hope’s in school.”

Thomas sighed. “Alright, darling. What do you have in mind?”

“Matt’s best friend is a teacher in the school down the road,” you replied. “They need preschool teachers.”

“Why not?” he smiled. “You’ll be wonderful at that.” he began taking a bite of his pancakes as you blushed furiously.

As if you weren’t red enough, Thomas forked his pancakes and held them to your mouth, a loving gaze lingering on his face as he watched you chew.

“It’s good, right?” he smiled.

“It is,” you nodded. “thank you for this.”

He dismissed your thanks with a wave of his hand. “This is just the beginning, baby.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”  

Little Thoughts (Bias x Reader) Pt.7

The week continues and with no demanding exams, you have no reason to be in attendance, except to print your photos. You bring your own food, so you only have to leave the class to use the bathroom and breathe air that doesn’t include chemicals. 

B/N hasn’t come to see you but you’re more annoyed at the fact that B/W hasn’t. He hasn’t spoken to you since he kissed you and you’ve been unable to think of anything else except that.

You knew he liked you but you figured he treated every girl that way. He also wasn’t your type: the ‘player’ type. But you admit that him fawning after you all these years was something you enjoyed. 

You’re packing up your things to go when the door opens. Your heart surges, hoping that it’s B/W while guessing that it’s B/N but only to see that it’s Jihu. Not who you expected at all.

You say nothing once she steps in, observing the interior.

“So this is where you hide,” 

Your bag is on your shoulder, the machines are off and you’re ready to leave. 

“Get out,” you tell her.

“Why?”

“Because I’m leaving and I have to lock up,” 

“Teacher’s pet, you have your own key?” she laughs.

You walk ahead of her, holding the door open for her. She steps out gracefully and once the door is locked you walk away, her beside you. Seeing her up close, you can tell why every guy fell for her. Now you understand why B/N never saw you whenever she was present. 

“Are you trying to steal my boyfriend because of that soccer game?” 

“Seriously?” you can’t believe she’d think that would be the reason, “I’m not as childish as you,”

“What’s going on between you and B/N?” You wonder how much the question has been gnawing at her.  

“Nothing,” You walk out the doors of the school, asking your fellow classmates if you’ve missed anything important. She grabs your arm, turning you towards her. You pull from her grip, the action getting the attention of a few students. 

“If you weren’t such an attention whore, maybe you wouldn’t have to ask me that question. There’s nothing going on between us.”

“You expect me to believe that?” 

“I don’t care what you believe,” 

How wonderful it felt to finally have the upper hand, but she looks more troubled than you’ve ever seen her. She’s always been so put together and for reasons beyond you, you take notice. 

You sigh, “How much do you like him?” 

“A lot,” 

“Then act like it. If you like him so much then stop flirting with every guy. You have him, why do you need adoration from others?” 

She crosses her arms, “I don’t know,”

“Figure it out, I’m not your counsellor,” 

“Does he like you?” she asks once you try to leave again.

As if on cue you see him exit the school, his eyes finding yours, “Ask him. Don’t come to me again with this,” 

You try to leave before he can catch up to you, “Wait,” 

He jogs pass Jihu to you, others gasping. You wish he wouldn’t do this, especially in front of everyone.

“You’re right,” he tells you, “Talking to you in a way was to get my mind off of her. I have to tell you how sorry I am. But everything I said I meant it. I understand if you don’t want to speak to me again, but that friendship that we had, was something that I never forgot. I would like to give us a try,” 

You look from Jihu’s angry face and teary eyes to a few onlookers before facing him. This is the face you once considered to be complete perfection.

“I…” In the crowd you instantly spot B/W who’s not staying to watch, but walking out of the school gates, “have to go,” 

You turn from him, something you’d thought you’d never do to go after the guy you never imagined.


Outside of the gates, you pause to register what you just did. Did you just walk away from the guy you’ve always wanted? You actually contemplate turning back, but you spot B/W at a food stand. He sees you, a look of surprise on his face with food hanging from his mouth. 

He makes his way over to you slowly, as if wondering why you’re here, “Did you eat today?” 

“Yeah,”

“Great,” he has two of the same thing in his hand, intending to eat both.

“But I still want it,” he sighs, handing one to you, “Are we gonna talk about it?” 

He rolls his eyes, walking ahead, “Guess we have to,” 

You walk and eat, him eating slower than usual. He’s nibbling at the last piece to pass time so you grab it and eat it yourself. 

He stares at you, “Are you crazy?” 

“Now we can talk,” You sit at a bench as you wait for the bus that will take 30 minutes to arrive, him waiting with you, “Why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I wanted to,” he crosses his legs, “Obviously,”

“You’ve had every other chance to do that, why now?” 

“Moment seemed right,” 

“For who?” 

He doesn’t answer the question, but instead asks another one, “Do you like him that much?” 

“Not enough since I followed you,” You watch the passing cars instead of him.

He’s quiet for a moment, “I don’t regret kissing you. At least I can say that I finally did it,” he flashes his perfect smile, “And that I’d do it again, in more ways than one, if you’d let me,” You’ve actually missed him acting this way and find that his words fluster you when before they never did. 

“I have to wonder what your girlfriends think of you,” 

“Girlfriends?” he laughs, “I’ve never had one,” 

“Come on, I’ve seen you with so many girls,”

“You call those relationships? They’re barely even flings. They’re beautiful, I’m beautiful, we show up together, we do each other a favor.”

“That’s it?” 

He shrugs, “I mean I do other things as well but hey, at least I acknowledge what I am,” 

“A fuckboy?” 

He places his hand over his heart dramatically, “A lonely man desiring only one, while trying to find her in others,” Looking at him you have to wonder, has he been genuine about his feelings all this time? 

His smile fades, his tone of voice serious, “I kissed you for myself. Hoping that when I did you would know that it was me, and not imagine that I was him,” with his index finger, he caresses your jaw before lightly touching your lips, “So I don’t want to know why you kissed me back, all that matters is that you did,” 

The screech of the bus brakes sound it’s arrival but you can’t even look away from him. He nods towards the bus. 

“Go. I won’t be blamed if you miss it this time,” 

You stand up as he waits for you to get on so that he can leave. But when you find your seat, you both end up watching each other as the bus drives away.