let's be honest we all know why i made this hahaha

Bestfriend Trouble (2/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s part 2 of Bestfriend Trouble! A lot of things are going to happen for this one. I hope you guys like this! Warning: This might be too cheesy for other people, especially near the end. HAHAHA. Enjoy!

Request: Can u do a imagine where Zach takes you to the dance and y'all do cute things like slow dance and all that.. and u can end it how u like it.


“Will you go with me, as my date, to the winter formal?” Zach finally asks after 10 minutes of clearing his throat, coughing and stalling. I laugh at him in response.

“Yeah, duh. Who else will I go with? You’re obliged to ask me since I’m your best friend.” I answer and he stares at me for a while with a confused look on his face.

“Well with that kind of reasoning, I should be asking Justin to the dance too since he’s also my bestfriend.” he mumbles under his breath but loud enough for me to hear while rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, Zach? I don’t get why you’re acting so odd for the past couple of days.” I reply as I lean back on my chair and cross my arms in front of my chest. He turns to face me and lets out a deep sigh.

“Look, I’m not asking you to the dance because I have to or because it’s my responsibility as your best friend.” he begins, adding finger quotations as he says the words “best friend”.

“I’m asking you to the dance because I genuinely want to go with you, Y/N. No one else, just you. Only you.” he continues and I give him a small smile.

“Alright, fine, okay, I’ll go to the dance with you. It’s not like I had a choice anyway.” I answer and he groans in frustration.

“Please don’t say yes because you don’t have a choice. Please don’t say yes if you feel like you’re just doing me a favor.” he says as he rubs the sides of his temples. I raise an eyebrow at him and shake my head before speaking.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, yes, I will go to the winter formal with you Mr. Zachary Dempsey. It will be my absolute pleasure to be your date.” I finally say and he lifts up his head to face me. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes, like he was ecstatic that I agreed to go with him to the dance.

The rest of Zach and I’s time in Monet’s was nothing out of the ordinary. After the whole conversation about the dance, we just got on with typical best friend stuff. He got us more food - celebratory pastries as Zach liked to call them - and he dropped me home after that.

There were only a few days left until the winter formal and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t excited for it. If I’m being completely honest, I was excited to go to the dance and I was hoping - even to the point of praying - for Zach to ask me to be his date. However, I didn’t want to let anyone know just in case everything goes to hell. I didn’t want to expect anything because expectations lead you to disappointments. Fortunately, it looks like the stars have aligned and the Gods have listened to my prayers because so far, everything’s going great.


The night of the winter formal

Getting ready for a school dance is the most tedious task there is. You need the perfect dress and the right hairstyle to go with that dress. Not to mention your shoes also need to be flawless.

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"im going to give it to you?"

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual themes, mature themes

prompt: (a/n: okay so i don’t wanna give the prompt bc i feel like it’s too heavy to put in a couple of sentences but, this is going to be a two parter, the next part will be a smut lol so,,, this is just a lemon i guess… ok anyways) jason is going to be giving y/n a lesson about virginity and such and such but y/n and jason are just best friends so uh i guess that’s what the prompt is idk

I sit on the couch waiting for Jason. I have absolutely no idea why he is taking so long because we planned this a week ago. I mean, I guess since he doesn’t know what this “just a talk, Jay please just come,” is, he doesn’t know how important it is and how nervous I am for the talk.

Ugh, we are both adults and I shouldn’t feel like this. Both, mature, adults.

This is wei–

*my apartment door opens abruptly and shuts quite loudly*

“Sorry baby doll, Roy needed something for this weekend and I–”

“Jason, can you just come over, this is important.”

Jason sets down his keys on my kitchen counter and strides to sit across from me on the couch. He’s wearing those black jeans and his gray t shirt that almost matches what I’m wearing. We’ve known each other for a while and I guess we just grew into each other haha. I’m wearing my black allbirds, leggings and an oversized gray crew neck. Both of our hair is slightly messy but I’ve got mine in a pony tail.

“Is something going on? You said that this was just a talk.”

I don’t know how to start this off so I am just silent and looking out the window in front of us.

*after a little pause of absolute silence*

Jason moves over right next to me on the couch and hugs me.

“Bad news, anything. You can tell me anything y/n. I won’t judge or get upset just tell me whatever okay?”

“Jay, it’s not bad news it’s just kinda embarrassing and I don’t know how you will react.”

I lean my head into the crevice of his neck. God why am I doing this again?

Let’s start from the beginning. A couple months ago, I was dating this guy from a different college and we got really close and we were about to do the do, but then I realized I didn’t want to do it with him? I just wasn’t comfortable with him and I didn’t trust him and all these different factors just made me not want to lose my virginity with him. Virginity is really just a concept designed by men to conform women but yadayada I just didn’t want to give it to some guy I wasn’t going to prosper with etc. I ended up breaking up with him because he had needs that I didn’t want to fulfill.

I knew that I could just get one of my good friends could just have a friends with benefits kinda relationship. I had so many good hot guys to choose from, Dick, Jason, Roy, Conner, Peter, etc. But the real questions are

Who would be open to this?
Who do I trust?
Who has /experience/ ?

I mean, everyone like Dick and I can be caught fawning over him, but he’s like a big brother to me and things would get awkward after. I can sense that shit.

Peter is a little inexperienced to be honest, Conner is debatable. I mean, he’s a little of a goody goody so I don’t know what to expect from him. I do know that he is experienced though um, we can keep him as the last option.

Roy or Jason. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Roy has been starting a thing with Kori so I don’t really know if it’s a good time to ask him…

Jason seems like the perfect candidate. We’ve been friends since before his death. We’ve always had a close relationship that is judgement free and open and endlessly supporting. He definitely fills the /experienced/ part.

Gosh I’ve heard stories from even when I attend Bruce’s galas about Jason.

“Take your time cupcake, I won’t judge you, nothing you say can change us okay? You’re my best friend.”

I take a deep breath.

“You know Marcus? Well I-”

My head falls off of Jason almost immediately as he jumps up.

“What Did He Do? God, If he hurt you I swear I’ll–”

I grab Jason’s forearm and pull him back onto the couch.

Jason’s POV///

God I love her so much. If Marcus did anything to her I’d beat him. She’s too pure for him. Too good. Always been too good for all her partners.

Ugh now would be a good time to tell her about my feelings? I can’t keep dragging this out. But she’s *talking* to me. Now isn’t the right time. But it’s never the right time. Cmon big boy just ask her out it’s not that hard. She’s my best friend. I could lose so much if this goes wrong.

“Hello, Jayce?”

I snap and pay attention to y/n.

Regular POV///

This is so nerve-wracking ugh.

“Okay, let me finish. Don’t interrupt me, just listen. It’s really embarrassing and I have to ask you something and I just don’t want you to freak out or anything.”

Jason nods and puts his hand on my knee.

“Ok so long story short, Marcus made me realize that I didn’t want to have sex with him or just anyone and I didn’t want to give my virginity to anyone that I didn’t really trust. I thought that I could ask one of my guy friends to take it and you are my best guy friend so I was wondering if you wanted it?”
I say all of this in a rushed voice and I hope he understood what I said.

Jason is silent.

“Okay, that didn’t sound right? Uh I want to give it to you? I mean if you want it? I just want someone to take my virginity so that I can have sex with other people later and be okay? That wasn’t right either. Uh, my virginity, I’m going to give it to you? I don’t really know what to say–”

Jason whispers,
“You’re still a virgin?”
He starts to snicker.


“I’m only 25 Jay, I just haven’t wanted to do it yet, I don’t know.”

He hugs me and starts laughing.

“Jason, don’t laugh you’re making me feel bad.”

“Sorry pumpkin, haha I just, hahaha, I’ve never had this happen to me. Usually girls just throw themselves at me and you’re asking me to catch you hahah.”

“Yea, I’ve heard.”
I push him off me and punch his firm chest. No effect, not surprising. He catches my hands and stops laughing.

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you out. If-”

My face mutes.

“If What.” I say, very unimpressed.

“Hey, no attitude. You’re the one asking for favors. If, you tell me why you’re asking me instead of your other friends. What is it about me that caught your eye, huh? My ass? My biceps? My meaty thighs?.”

I get up and walk over to the door. Jason is watching me from the couch slightly confused. I put on my jacket and take my pony tail out. Give my hair a little scrunch and flip and put on some lipstick. Giving my self a once over I look back at Jason.

“Ok so I am going to go ask Roy now? (and to irritate Jason I swing low and say) or Dick? We’ll see who I run into first. Or I’ll a–”

Jason jumps off the couch and runs towards me. He blocks the door and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down! You lost this privilege Jay.”

He chuckles and drops me back into the couch. I am laying down while he sits on the edge of the couch, caging me with those strong arms.

“Finish what you were going to say doll face. Who else were you going to ask?”

I try my hardest to look emotionless but I can feel myself pout.

He pulls out his cellphone.
My eyes widen.
I try my very hardest to take it but it’s not working.

“You wouldnt-”

“Ah ah ah, no touching, just talking haha. You gonna tell me why you asked me first hm?”

I pout full on.

“Fine. I asked you because you are my bestest best friend and I know that you have a lot of experience and I thought I could trust you. I just thought that I could give my virginity to someone I cared about, before I have to tie myself down. I don’t know I just thought you’d be the best. We’ve already seen each other naked so,”

“Nah, you’ve seen me in my underwear and I barely saw you in a swim suit.”

“How different could we look when we are fully naked? I bet you can imaging what I look like, wait, don’t.”

“Oh, when all the clothes come off, it really does look different. Alright when do you wanna have sex with me?”

“Jason, don’t say it like that. Can we do it this Friday? Before the charity ball? We are going together anyways so…Actually let’s do it after… That makes more sense.”

“Oh, y/n, I’ll never forget this haha. I’m picking you up for the ball too so be ready.”

Jason kisses my forehead and then boops my nose and chuckles while he makes his way to the door.
“Alrighty then, Friday after the ball. See ya later cupcake.”

What did I get myself into?

Jason’s POV///
Maybe something great can come out of this. At least she trusts me enough to do this. Or is this an ultimate friendzoning thing?? Dude you’re having sex with your best friend this is good!! I don’t know what to do know.. I’ll ask Dick…

Too be continued…;)

Shipped- Tyler Seguin

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Ok so I’m old. We’ve established that. So I don’t know what a social media person is, but I know what a YouTuber is so I hope it’s similar anon? If this isn’t what you want, please let me know! Enjoy guys!

Warning: Tyler Seguin is a warning ok?

Anon Request: If it’s not too much to ask, can i request an imagine where she’s a famous social media person and she posts a pic of her and tyler seguin together. It’s cute and all and fans are all “omg i ship you guys!!” Hahaha hope that made sense??? Thank you!! :)


              You never expected to be this YouTube famous.

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steven universe ask meme.

“Go for it, bro!”

 "Wow! Everything’s changing!“ 

"Who’s terrible idea was this?" 

"No… how long was I out?!”

 "You know I can’t handle it when you cry like that.“

 "Do you remember this place?" 

"I get mad at myself! It’s what I do!”

 "I’ll fight you, and show you how bad I am!“

 "You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You think that I’m just a big mistake!”

“What’s a chicken?" 

"Oh! I get the joke now!" 

"You are an experience!" 

"You were the one good thing that came out of this mess. I always thought you were proud of that." 

“It’s too late! I don’t believe you anymore!”

“Isn’t it remarkable? This world is full of so many possibilities.”

“How are y’all doin’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I could rave to this.”

“Why do you look like that? Why are you so weak?”

“I don’t get what you’re planning, but look! Your base is taken! Your armies are ruined! You have failed!”


“Looks like another waste of my time.”

“They kept you prisoner. They used you. This is your chance to take revenge! Come on… Just say yes.”

“You’re pointing that shield the wrong way. She’s the one you should be afraid of.”

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.”

“It’ll be better this time. I’ve changed. You’ve changed me. I’m the only one who can handle your kind of power.”

“Please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed. And if we win, we can never go home…”

“I thought… haven’t we… is this not how it works?”

“Who cares about how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”

“But you are supposed to change! You’re never the same, even moment to moment you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are.”

“Arrggh! Why do you keep destroying my things?!”

“Go ahead, wreck this place! See if I care, I already got what I needed!”

“You really think this is the end? HAHAHA! This… This is only the beginning! …Of my escape!”

“Oh my stars, you’re gonna harvest me?!”

“I’m gonna die here.”

“Yes! Feel my unbridled rage!”

“I can tell you with certainty that there are things on this planet worth protecting!”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this place, and I could probably fix the hole that I made with my giant robot.”

“What’s the problem? You’re the one getting all the good stuff! You’ve got the propeller and paint cans on your side!”

“H-2-Oh my GOSH!”

“I carried you while you took a nap.”

“I… I thought violence would be the answer.”

“You have a lobster on your butt.”

“Yes, the children are playing swords. Sorry, playing with swords.  They are bleeding.  Oh no, they are dead. Don’t call again.  …Sorry, I panicked.”

“That’s a lie. Your middle name is cutie pie.”

“It was a maelstrom of destruction and death.”

“But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist. Love takes time, and love takes work. At the very least you have to know the other person… And you literally have no idea who or what I am.”

“Get open, get honest, invent yourselves together. That’s fusion.”

“I’m not as strong as you think. I-I fell apart over this…”

“You’ll know when I’m joking.”

“I blame the cows.”

“You don’t understand! Just leave me alone.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s stay on this miserable planet, together!”

“I’m done being everyone’s prisoner! Now you’re MY prisoner! And I’m never letting you go!”

“Can’t you see? I can’t stop, not for a second.”

“For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they’re not. No matter where I go, I’m trapped.”

“I really thought I would be living alone here.”

“Don’t put me in charge! Oh, sorry. I mean, y-you shouldn’t trust me with the boat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not putting that on my body.”

“What we had wasn’t healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!”

“I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!”

“You can’t outrun me, we both have short legs!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget: reckless, vulgar, loud-mouthed. That’s just what makes me so awesome!”

“In the ring, nobody can tell me what to do! And if they try, I HIT 'EM IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!”

“You can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage.”

“I swallowed a rock.”

“I’mma win a airplane!”

“Are you trying to kill him faster?”

“I can fit! Which way to the baby war?”

“Now we’re gonna bury you 'til you’ve learned your lesson!”

“I’m not gonna let you stand there and remind me about everything I hate about myself!”

“I never asked to be made!”

“I’m just an embarrassment to you!”

“Oh man! I think my favorite round thing was in there!”

“I need everyone’s constant approval! I need to loquaciously converse so I can show off how smart I am.”

“Humans should just stop wearing clothes… be a lot funnier.”

“If you’re trying to flush yourself down the toilet, it won’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Homegirl knows we’re gonna beat her into a pancake.”

“You didn’t need me at all…”

“Care to explain what one of my swords was doing in your room?”

“We want to stop all wrestling everywhere! Are you going to let us destroy all wrestling? Eheheh.”

“Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time.”

“Is water just hydrogen and oxygen “mashed together”?”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.”

“You have to feel like yourself! Sweet and considerate, and only occasionally obnoxious!”

“Just today you were crying about snakes.”

“There are… different ways of being strong.”

“I’m so sorry… I almost got us killed..!”

“Humans just lead short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they’re a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world’s problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone’s control.”

“I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean often.”

“Everything I ever did, I did for her. And now she’s gone. But I’m still here.”

“That could have gone… a lot worse.”

“You always say you’ll be the crocodile, but you never commit!”

“Have the shirts come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!”

“Do you understand that cartoon show?”

“I don’t get tired; I get results.”

“I just wanted to share a few more victories with you!”

“Look! I was right! My plan worked perfectly.”

“Oh, what’s 200 years between friends?”

“Please! Tell me! How can I make you forgive me!?”

“Confident and secure and complete… You’re perfect… You’re the perfect relationship… You’re always together… I just—I wanted to be a part of that…”

“We leave for one second and everything goes off the rails!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll build it bigger, stronger, we’ll add SEATBELT!”

“Ah, sunset. My favorite time of the day… The sun goes down and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky…”

“I can’t just start listening now, I’d be lost! Just like my pants…”


“Will you help me into my Birthday Suit?!”

“Try to act like a rich duck.”

“Fire Salt! Burn! Burn people!”

“None of you are the handsome one! I’M the handsome one!”

“I’m gonna bring the ocean back… or get really thirsty trying.”

“I have to protect you, what if somehow you get hurt? What do I do? I don’t want that for you.”

“Pizza rain! …But no pizza clouds…”

“You gotta take this online quiz: “Which Crying Breakfast Friend Are You?”!”

“Are you insecure about your relationships and how you’re perceived by other people?”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?”

“Some day soon we may be fighting some really bad guys, and when that day comes, I wanna fight with you! Together! So please… Won’t you share this jam with me?”

“Wow! You’re so articulated!”

“Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! I thought you wanted to have a fun time but– Everyone’s been acting awful too! It - It just came with us. I don’t understand! Is it… is it me..?”

“We found a seeeecret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you how even if you ask nicely. MYAH.”

“Awwww! You’re like… an angry little slice of pie!”

“Wait! I have a better idea that doesn’t involve destroying the house!”

“That isn’t a very sound business practice.”

“Sweet, two doughnuts! One for me and one… for… uh, me.”

“I thought this was a dance party. Why isn’t anyone else dancing.”

“I don’t wanna hear anything you say, unless it’s “sorry”.”

“You’re choosing to take it personally.”

“Can’t you see I’m completely engulfed with rage.”

“But we made him feel like it was his fault. I keep looking into the future, where all of this has been solved, as if it doesn’t matter how you feel in the present. No wonder… why you think I don’t care!”

“You honestly think I’m not upset about what happened? I just wanted to do the right thing…”

“This is… not what I saw! I don’t know what happened, I-”

“All I wanna look at is you.”

anonymous asked:

Can we also talk about how Bakugou went from "weird haired guy" to "Kirishima. Change of plans". Oh man I didn't realize how much I missed the anime *cries*

BOI CAN’T WE I just spent the whole morning crying over seeing the moment Bakugou recognizes Kirishima as an equal animated nbd at all r i p me - I think this might be the first time Bakugou calls anyone by their name, actually, and I just!!! that’s because Bakugou heard Kirishima’s words and recognized him as a good partner and a worthy hero and someone whom he could respect and I’m gonna be grateful for chapter 133 for the insight on this for the rest of my always I !!!!!! have feelings g a h

Anon said: ok ok ok ok but but listen what about BAKGOU AND OCHAKO they are the most popular couple and the most cutest , i think you should try to draw them once i would love love to see this !!! of course just if you want hehe thanx

Ahhh sorry anon but I really don’t ship that - I mean, it’s true that I ship Bakugou with a bunch of people aside from my main two, but if they’re part of Deku’s group you can fairly assume they’re not between my Bakugou ships? And I only romantically ship Uraraka with Deku, Tsuyu and Iida anyway so! You’re probably not gonna see any romantic baku/ocha from me, sorry o<-<

Anon said: Since we know what Bakugou’s parents are like, what do you think Kirishima’s parents are like?

I have a similar ask somewhere asking about Kaminari’s parents as well, so I guess I’ll answer both here?? As a general rule I don’t really like making headcanons over stuff I’m sure the manga will give me in the future, so I can’t say I’ve thought about this too much - there are a few things I work under the assumption of while drawing, like for example I’m taking for granted they both have at least functional families, considering Aizawa personally visited their homes to ask their guardians about allowing them back to school, and if anything had been weird he would have noticed

I like to think Kaminari got his quirk straight from one of his two parents with no mixing happening, and got the Kaminari surname from them as well, but that’s all I ever allowed myself to settle on as far as Kami’s family goes, everything else changes based on what I need for the current scenario I’m thinking about… I do often end back on him being an only child, though - in the same way depending on how angst or lighthearted I want it to be my ideas for Kirishima’s family change a lot, but generally I think I mostly fall back on the idea of him having a big family? In a scenario like that his parents are kind and love him a lot, but having many children and needing to split their attention on all of them might cause them to overlook him a little (it would explain his obsession with being flashy, for me) then again, who knows? I don’t know how canon you can consider the infos SMASH gives, but in one of the strips Kiri mentions working part-time, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have problems with money kinda makes me believe he might be independent from his family like that (unless he’s a rich kid, also very entertaining as a possiblity)

I’ve seen a lot of headcanons floating around about both of these guys’ families and possibly being related to villains, that would be cool too, though I’m not sure how much I believe it

I’m sorry this ended up being little to no useful at all lol as I said, I just shift between scenarios a lot - imagine settling on one and growing attached and then having to let it go once Hori proves it wrong, that’d be terrible for me

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Why? - Yoongi Scenario

A/N: I guess this is a different story than most of them on here but I want to bring it out there, that eventhough you don’t like/love yourself right now. Know that there are people who do. That it hurts them also to see you like this. Don’t be ashamed of your imperfections because it’s made you in the person you are today. I can’t tell to much otherwise you don’t have to read the fic anymore hahaha. Anyways I love you all so much whatever you look like, your religion or sexuallity. We are all the same from the inside. 

PS: I haven’t checked the spelling yet because I want to sleep because its almost twelve here (yeah thats late for me :p but I guess sleeping will be difficult since my dad is snoring ugh) but I wanted to post it so there’s going to be slight changes in the morning.

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by loveblushes

Dumbfounded, lost, hurt, disbelief and betrayed, Were the things you felt right this moment when those words left his mouth and reached your ears. Was he serious? You couldn’t help but scoff at your thought. Of course he wasn’t serious. It was all a game wasn’t it? For some reason they thought it would be funny and harmless. You knew how those guys were and everybody knew they were playful, heck they even made you laugh so hard, you couldn’t breathe anymore. But this? This you would have never expect from them. The giggles that filled the room earlier, was now replaced with silence. You closed your eyes, lifted your face towards the ceiling as your lips curled upwards into a little smile. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat after you took a deep breath, you lowered your head and looked him in the eyes with a smile. ‘’Real funny guys. To think that you all thought I would fall for this prank.’’ you laughed softly. Your eyes shifted towards your best friend who was standing in the corner of the room with his head hang low and with a frown. He could not look you in the eyes, eventhough you were sure he could feel your eyes burning on his face. Despite wanting to get out of there, you blinked away the tears and swallowed once again the big lump that formed in your throat. When you wanted to step further into the room, Yoongi stopped you by stepping infront of you as he held your arm with his hand. You could see how he looked at your lips and at your eyes, his face looking serious as if he was searching for something. Starting to grow uncomfortable with his intense stare and the silence in the room, you tried to pry away his hold on your arm so you could get away from his gaze. “You’re sure?” Yoongi asked you, his voice laced with concern. ‘’Yes why shouldn’t I be?’’ You answered him, tapping your fingers on his hand, giving him a sign to let go of your arm. Eventhough you had feelings on him, his touch made you squirm. Finding yourself disgusting you couldn’t help but feel that others found that aswell about you. ‘’Yoongi let her go please.’’ Hoseok stepped in as he stood behind you, slowly pulling you into his chest causing Yoongi’s hand to slid off your arm. 

After stepping into the comfort of your home and hearing the door close with a click, you released your tears, which were trying to break free since that question rolled of his tonque. You hated to cry, you did not want to cry, you wanted it to shrug it off, laugh and pretend in did not hurt you at all. Well that did not go as planned because here you were with your head against the kitchencabinet, clutching your stuffed friend and openly crying for an one sided love.

You never were going to tell Yoongi that you liked him. You wanted to like him in silence until that feeling would fade away, knowing that you would not stand a chance anyways. Yeah they liked you, as a friend but you were sure they never would see you as more than that but to be honest you were okay with that because how can you love someone if you don’t even love yourself? How were they going to love you if you weren’t going to believe anything they said? That relationship would be doomed right from the start.

The sudden vibration on your leg made you snap out of your thoughts. Fishing the source out of your pocket you saw Hoseok calling you. You quickly wiped away your tears, took a deep breath before you answered the call. “Hey Hobi” you softly greeted him as you were fumbling with the stuffed animal on your lap. “Hey y/n.” Your eyes widened when Yoongi’s voice greeted you on the other end of the line. “What the heck?” The three words slipped out of your mouth before you could swallow them. You were surprised and confused. Why was Yoongi calling you from Hoseok’s phone and not his own? He had your number, didn’t he? Realizing that you were once again lost in your thoughts, you focused back on the man on the other end of the line. He was qiuet, the only thing reminding you he was still on the phone was his soft breathing. ‘Can I help with something?’’ Knowing that he wasn’t going to talk soon, you decided to ask him a question hoping he would tell you what was wrong. ‘Cause there was definitely something not right. ‘’Y/n.. listen…’’ he breathed. ‘’About today.. I… I want to come over and talk to you.’’ his voice sounded stern and it made you all the more nervous. ‘’Come over? You don’t have to come over. I understood. It was all just an innocent joke. I’m okay really.’’

‘’Well that’s to bad because I am already right infront of your apartment’’

Your heart stopped, mouth hanging open as you almost dropped your phone. your reflexes were quick enough to snatch your phone before it could hit the ground. ‘’Just hurry up and open the door. I am not standing for fun here you know.’’ after that he ended the call and it left you with no other choice than to open the door. 

‘’I guess we can’t let him wait now can we?’’ you jokingly told your stuffed animal. ‘’And we can’t let him see you.’’ you quickly realized. Walking towards the door, you first put down your stuffed friend on your bed before facing Yoongi. 

You took a deep breath and fanned your eyes with your hand, in the hope it wouldn’t be so red so there was no way, yoongi could tell you cried. Hopefully. You slowly saw more and more of Yoongi, the further the door openend, and the further the door opened, the harder your heart began beating. 

There he stood. Tight black jeans hugging his legs. A white shirt half tugged into his jeans as the black leather jacket shield him from the cold. Unstyled black hair made him more appealing than ever. Overall it was a sight that made you hurt. Just looking at him hurt. Your heart slowly crumbling down. 

‘’please come in.’’ you told him with a little smile as you stepped aside to let him in. When you turned around after closing the door, you saw Yoongi plopping himself down on your couch as he put his feet on the table infront of it. 

How the heck? How did he get there so fast and so silently at that. ‘’Y/n hurry’’ Yoongi uttered while patting the space beside him. ‘’I’m coming, I am. But I have to put away your shoes because you just kicked them out. People can break something if they trip over it you know.’’ you muttered a bit annoyed while putting his shoes away. ‘’Well I was in a hurry if you hadn’t noticed.’’ Yoongi said irritated as he slammed his feet on the ground, sat up and crossed his arms over his chest.

The light blue sky was slowly fading away as pink oranges hues made their appearance, colouring the sky in soft tones as the night patiently waited to make her entrance. The sun ready to go to sleep as the moon and the stars watched over him. You have always loved the night. At night you felt calm. At night there was no one to judge you. At night everything seemed calm. Eventhough the sky was telling you to wait just a bit longer, you didn’t feel calm at all. 

With Yoongi so close to you, you became aware that he could see your imperfections perfectly. You could not look him in the eye so you looked right past him staring at the changing sky. “Please look at me.” Yoongi’s voice broke the bubble you were mentally sitting in, making you come back to reality. “Look at me while I am talking.” He sounded stern. Shifting your eyes to his, you couldn’t help but flinch but quickly composed yourself. 

“About this morning. I am sorry.” He apologized. “I already told you its o-” “Dammit y/n it’s not okay!” He raised his voice in anger. “I know you’re not okay! Please stop telling me, us you’re fine all the time because I know you’re not.” Yoongi was angry and you knew it. His eyes looked stern and his bodylanguage screamed frustration. Why? Why was he so angry about? Why does he care anyways? It was a joke wasn’t it? And if he knew you were not okay with it why did he went along with it? You got more and more angry when you thought about and so you finally responded.

 “What the heck?! What are you so angry about anyways? Who cares if I’m okay or not. Why do you care?! Huh?! ” you screamed back at him, fuming with anger

“I care because it’s hurting us also when you put that fucking smile on your face eventhough we know you’re hurting. And I want to apologize for this morning because it was a shitty move to do so knowing you like me.” Yoongi mumbled the last part, half swallowing his sentence, realizing what he said.

  Your heart stopped, your breathing stopped and your stomach turned around. What did he just say? “What?” You muttered as tears were slowly filling your eyes. Those words were the last thing that did your jar with feelings you’ve been trying so hard to keep in, finally spilled over. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re joking right?” You tried to laugh it off once again but the damage has been done. “This is a fucking sick joke. This is fucked up Yoongi!” You slapped his hands away when you felt the slight touch of his fingers. “Why do you tell me that you care when you fucking asked me that question this morning knowing that it would hurt me! Reminding me over and over again I don’t even deserve to be in your presence or reminding me that even having a fucking a crush on you is a sin!” 

You stood up from the couch and ran to the bathroom while trying to wipe away the tears which were blurring your vision and making you feel weak. Yoongi was totally blown away by your outburst that he could not even move as he stared into the direction you ran off too but when he saw you entering the room and hearing the door slam he came into action and spedwalk towards it. 

‘’Y/n please come on out. Let’s talk about this okay?” Yoongi was scared and worried when he noticed you locked the door. “You don’t understand Yoongi” you sobbed as you looked at your reflection. Bloodshot eyes staring back at you. The only thing you saw were those red spots and scars covering your face and staining your soul. They didn’t understand and they were never going to understand. You hated yourself for looking at yourself disgusted because if you thought about yourself like that how were others going to look at you.

 “you’re worrying me, please come out or let me in please.” Somewhere in the distance you heard someone pleading but it was too far away. 

 Many people don’t know that it’s an emotional battle you have to fight everyday. So many people want to be nice, advising how you should treat your skin or avoid types of food but they don’t know that you’ve tried everything and it still doesn’t work. You know they want to help you but you can’t help but feel the pain when they do. How some of those people think you don’t own a mirror and point out that you have ‘something’ on your face and everytime you break a little inside. Does Hoseok and Yoongi know you’re trying your best?

You try to cry silently, trying to hold your cries in but the pain is still flowing out that you can’t help but let out a heartbreaking cry. “Damn. Y/n you’re healthy and thats whats important. You will get over this. You will eventually love yourself and you will be satisfied when you look in the mirror. You will be fine. You will be okay!” You cry as you slam your fist against the mirror. 

Suddenly you feel arms flying around your waist, and see hands tightly clutching your shirt when you feel Yoongi’s head falling down on your shoulder. “Yoongi please..” you try to pry away his hands desperatly. “Please y/n.. don’t do this yourself.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he tightens his hold on you. “You’re beautiful. You’re stunning.” “Don’t lie to me Yoongi!” You whispered. “Youre so beautiful that my heart hurts everytime I see you. Your smile is so cute that even a man so cold would melt. You’re eyes.. I wish I could look into them all day because they are so mesmerizing, so mysterious but still can see the innocent child in you that I want to protect you from all the hurt in the world.” He rambeled on while his voice was breaking as a little whimper left his mouth. “ I could not even protect you from myself and I hate it so much. You’re beautiful y/n.. you really am and do you know why?”

Yoongi slowly turned your around and looked at your face. Well he tried but you held your head down. He sighed out of relief when he noticed you’re loud cries turned into sobs. Sotfly and carefully holding you against his chest he slid down the wall to sit on the bathroom floor. Yoongi pressed your face in his shirt covered chest and with the other hand rubbing up and down your back he continued.

  “You’re beautiful because youre too kind. You’re beautiful when you talk about something you’re really passionate about because you don’t see how you eyes began to twinkle or how your face lights up. You’re beautiful when you get exited over ice cream, you’re beautiful when you say hi and wave to animals you’re seeing while walking down the street. You’re beautiful when you stare at the moon. And the most beautiful you are is when you are 100% you. “ 

Yoongi’s heart calmed down and he smiled when he felt your warm breath on his shirt. Your weren’t crying anymore. You were listening to his heartbeat while holding him tightly in your arms.

 ’‘You should love your scars you know. Because it makes you into the person you are and you will be into the future. There was one thing I read onto the internet this afternoon and it made me think of you. You want to hear it?” Yoongi whispered in your hair, inhaling the scent of your soothing shampoo. He loved the way you smell. You didn’t smell like those women he mostly met, their perfume hitting you square in the face and could still smell it when they were 200 meters away. Your scent was soft. You could only smell it when you got close. Your scent was fresh but also warm and soothing. 

 He felt you nodding your head, wanting to hear what he read. 

“I suppose I love my scars, Because they have stayed with me longer than most people have.

It reminded me of you because you once told me that people left you when you didn’t kiss their feet anymore and began thinking and taking care of yourself. It’s not in a negative way because those scars actually have shown you who your real friends and family are. So please don’t look at yourself in that way anymore. Look at yourself as a warrior okay. This will pass eventually and you will look back and you can say that you’ve made it’' 

And that was the beginning of a new journey, a path with love, friendship and acceptance because Yoongi was right. Eventhough it seems its dark there is always a light shining, waiting for you to show you how amazing you are. You only have to find it yet so you should get off your ass and go out there because deep inside you know you can do it.  

(Translation) Kare Pillow vol. 10

大好きな彼とHして腕まくらでピロートークされちゃうシリーズ 年上彼氏と温泉デートで 編 (R18! Proceed only if you’re above 18!)

CV. Hirakawa Daisuke

T/N: Commissioned! Thanks for the huge tip as always~! ♥

Tokuten (AfterStory) is included in this post, use CTRL+F to jump to tokuten. More comments at the end to avoid spoilers ahaha

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That’s for Me to Know and You to Find Out

a/n: I have this posted on ao3, if you would rather read it there!
This is just something I wrote as an exercise, and to be honest, a lot of texting fics are really hard for me because of the use of italics and the bold to differentiate the characters. I find that terribly confusing and though I would take a much easier approach. I hope you all enjoy this cute and slightly angsty fic!

(866) 907-3235: hello

Castiel: Who is this?

(866) 907-3235: thats for me to know and you to find out(:

Castiel: Gabriel?

(866) 907-3235: no lol

Castiel: Balthazar?

(866) 907-3235: no
(866) 907-3235: the fuck kinda name is that

Castiel: I seem to be drawing a blank then.

(866) 907-3235: figured

Castiel: Who is this?

(866) 907-3235: told you
(866) 907-3235: me to know, you to find out

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Sooo here’s an untitled Billford drabble for @leukaraii as my contribution for the late Secret Santa event held in the Billford Discord chat. Happy late holidays or whatever the occasion is! =^^=

Rated mild M for (very mild) dubcon. Expect dialogue-driven penthouse shenanigans and Bill being meta af.

”And then he said – hold on… He said… I said wait…”

“You’ve been saying that for, like, five minutes already.”

You-u shut up! Time is dead, I killed it… Hey, where’s my punch? Ronnie, someone drank my punch…”

“It was you, Billy. You drank the punch.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire! Pfft- hahaha! Get it, guys? Her pants are – wait… She’s not wearing pants… That’s… against the dress code. You’re breaking the rules, Py!”

“But Boss, you said there’s no rules.”

“…You’re not wearing pants, Kryptos. You dare come to my party with no pants on and still claim to pledge your all… allieg… allegiance to me? Huh?”

“No offense, but you’re not wearing pants, either.”

“Yeah, I mean, there’s literally no one in this room who’s wearing pants.”

“Everybody stop questioning me! This is my party! My rules! Nobody respects my rules… except this guy… He’s wearing pants, see? He’s a gentleman, like myself! He’s the only one who gets me… C’mere, Fordsy…”

“Ugh, get a room, you two!”

“You know what? I think we will! He’d probably be intimidated by the sight of you pantless savages, anyway. Just me and him, we have a nice talk, catch up, bury the hatchet, shake on it, and we’ll be back to partying in no time! With or without pants – to be honest, I wouldn’t mind either!”

“Room. Now.”

“Sure thing, big guy.”

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What a gentleman (Suga Scenario)

Idol: Suga (from Bts)

Type: Idk lol this is a weird kind of fluff.

Word count: 1280

A/N: This one is for my beloved friend @withnosuchgrace, I promised you this like ages ago but I’m glad it’s finally done. I really hope you like it, I figured our writing styles are different so I tried to do something a lil different than I usually do. I wish it worked lol. Enjoy.

Originally posted by sugagifs

It was such a cold and dark night. You couldn’t say it was raining because it wasn’t, it was the fucking universal flood itself. Which made even better the fact that you had forgotten your umbrella at home. As you walked out of the supermarket with no bags you were looking for a dry path to get to your car just to confirm there was none. 

You took a deep breath and started running under the rain. When you were finally in front of the car door you cursed for not looking for your keys before leaving your dry spot at the super. You checked your purse and your pockets a million times but they were not there. You cursed once more and hit your car window which made you curious to look inside. You hit it again when you found out you had left your keys inside.

At the exact moment you were going to call your insurence service for some help to get out of that mess you saw a slim figure walking lazily towards you. It got your full attention immediately when you saw whoever it was had no umbrella and no jacket either, even more soaked than you were.

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anonymous asked:

Oh god I live for Steve and Bucky acting like the 20somthing they are together, loving junk food, and doing stupid things (like the time they made a sex tape and mistakenly shared it with all the avengers... and by mistakenly I mean totally on purpose because Bucky's probably a bit of an exhibitionist too, like "LOOK, LOOK AT MY BABYDOLL, ISN'T HE GORGEOUS? AND HE'S ALL MINE, NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM HAHAHA")


“Look, I don’t fucking know, it’s just broken – sorry,” Cap says, catching himself. “God. Just take a look at it for me, okay? And don’t make any jokes.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t. It’s simply because my cup runneth over, you understand. I mean, I won’t because I can’t choose between the one about your uncommonly massive hamburger-hands being unable to handle – hah – my delicate technology –” 

“Stark –” 

“And the most obvious, classic choice; aged like fine bourbon, or, come to think of it, you yourself, the one about how –” 

“The one about how I’m a fossil, got it. You do know I’m actually twenty-six, right?” 

Tony ignores this, flipping Cap’s phone around in his hand. Romanoff agrees with him that the old man jokes are funny, and really, isn’t that all that matters? “So did you try turning it off and then –” 

“Fuck you.” 

“One more time? What was that? Did I hear a thank you? Thank you for both your rapier wit and your superior technological capabilities?” 

“Thanks,” Cap says, grinding his teeth. “Thank you, Stark.” 

“Hey, it’s no problem; I aim to help. I’ll give you a ring when it’s done, shouldn’t take long.” 

“I do appreciate it, you know.” 

“I know.” 

Tony flips the StarkTech device around in his hand, plugs it in to the display, and distantly hears Cap walk away.

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Rainy days and Tuesdays

Chanyeol wakes up around four in the morning, just like every other morning.

A shadow of an annoying beeping sound still echoes in the drums of his ears even though they got rid of that pesky alarm clock years ago. Both of them deemed it unnecessary to keep one since Chanyeol’s body clock has already been set at the same time. Not only is Chanyeol far more effective but this new arrangement also lessens the chances of mini morning heart attacks.

The rain’s grumbles weakens his will and lulls him back to the comforts of his spit soaked pillow but he sets aside sleep in lieu of blending today’s coffee. And waking up Baekhyun.

Especially waking up Baekhyun

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anonymous asked:

"'We should talk about this but not here. Can I come to your house tonight?" Eric hesitates before nodding knowing there was no point in trying to worm himself out of this" fuuuuck I need to know how the conversation goes down 💦

(( U guys r wild i’ve had ten requests for a second part of this hahaha ))

Thanks for the request! :) 

You were feeling pretty nervous as you pulled up to Eric’s house. You checked yourself in the mirror, fussing with your hair before you took a deep breath and got out of your car. You knocked twice at his door and when he doesn’t answer you knocked harder. When he answers he’s got a towel wrapped around his bottom half and his hair is soaked. You try to be subtle as you check him out.

“I wasn’t expecting you until later on…come in.” He steps aside and you give him a quick smile as you walk past him. You close your eyes and start to mentally scold yourself for checking him out. You were here to talk not gawp at him. 

He shuts the front door “My parents have gone out so we’ve got the house to ourselves” he quickly realizes how that sounded “to talk, obviously.” 

You nod your head as you follow him to his bedroom. You sit on his bed still feeling nervous but not really knowing why. He takes a shirt and some pants from his closet and tells you he’ll be right back. You try not to think too much about what you were here to talk about. Eric was one of your best friends who you had known since you were thirteen so to think about him in any other way than as a friend was weird…at least it was until you found out the dream he’d had about you. When you had gotten home from school you had sat and thought it over and over in your head trying to be weirded out but you weren’t. Every time you had thought about the note and all the explicit things he had written about you it made you feel something but you weren’t quite sure what it was. You could feel your perception of him morphing from friend to something else. 

He enters the room again clothed this time with his usual KMFDM t shirt and black pants. He sees you opening your mouth to speak and quickly asks “You want something to eat? Drink?” 

You shake your head “I already ate. So are we going to talk about the note?”  

He sits down beside you and stares at his hands “I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of pervert.”

“If I’m being honest, Reb, I don’t know what I’m thinking right now. When I read the things you wrote on that note I should’ve been…extremely freaked out because we’ve been friends since we were kids and well, I have always seen you as a brother,” You watch as he lowers his head feeling guilty “but after I read it I don’t see you like that anymore.” 

Eric turns to you with a worried look “shit you hate me don’t you? I’m sorry Y/n.” 

You rub your temples and shake your head “No I could never hate you. It’s just really confused me; I mean how long have you liked me like that?” 

“A while now. I really tried to ignore my feelings at first but I can’t…I just want you so badly.”

Your throat goes dry as you both stare at each other intensely. You had butterflies in your stomach that were making you feel sick. You swallowed visibly “We can’t be together Eric.” 

Eric still stares at you when you look away “why not? Is it because I don’t look like a fucking beef cake.” 

“You’re great Eric…really but I don’t want to complicate things. I really think we’re good as friends. Let’s just forget about that note.” You grab your bag and stand up “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
He grabs your wrist and you stare down at him as he sits on his bed “Eric…I’m sorry I just don’t want us to break up and then things will never be the same.” 

“Why wont you just give me a chance?” He goes quiet for a moment before speaking again “how do you see me now? Still as a friend?”

You gulp “I don’t know.” 

You try and pull your wrist out of his grip so that you can leave but he doesn’t let you “I came over here to talk and we have. I have nothing more to say so let me go. I want to go home.” 

He lets go of your wrist and you start to walk towards his bedroom door. You feel horrible for pushing him away and rejecting him but you don’t know how you feel. Part of you wants to act out all of the things he’d dreamed about but the other half of you wants to push him away. You stop when you get to the door and turn back to look at him “I hope we’re still friends.” 

“Yeah, sure. See ya.” 

You take one last look at him. He’s looking down at the floor with a sad expression and it’s killing you inside to see him so upset. You stare at him a while longer and he doesn’t once look up at you. It’s in that moment you realize what you feel for him and it’s nothing but pure love. You let out a shaky breath at your realization as you hurried out of the house. You knew that if you stayed any longer you would cave in to your desires. 

You woke up from your nap a few hours later and checked the time. It was 10:30. You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling and thinking of Eric. His sad face kept flashing through your mind and it was making you feel guilty. The fact that you had made him feel that way was what hurt you the most. You rolled out of your bed and headed to the phone, punching in his number and bringing to the phone up to your ear. It rang a couple of times and you were about to hang up when his brother answered. You asked for Eric and he told you to wait while he went to get him. A few moments later he answered with a tired “hello.”

You spoke for a bit but it felt awkward over the phone so you asked him to come and get you. He was hesitant about it, making up some lame excuse that you knew for a fact was bullshit. After ten minutes you finally convinced him to come and get you. You went to your bedroom and changed out of your pajamas into a little black dress that you knew he would love before slipping on a comfortable pair of  shoes and sneaking out of your house to wait for him. When he pulled up and you got into his car he didn’t speak.

“Let’s go somewhere quiet.” You said and he simply nodded before turning his music right up and driving off. He drives for a while and the two of you just listen to his music not looking or speaking to each other even though you wanted to apologies a million times and more. He gets to a deserted car park where he stops and lights up a cigarette. 

Nobody says anything for a while until you finally build up enough courage to tell him how you feel. You turn the cd off and before he can say anything you shush him.

“Don’t speak. Don’t ask questions. I want to do those things you talked about in that note.” 

He blushes “But I thought you-”

“I know what I said but I’ve changed my mind. Eric I don’t know why the hell I tried to push you away when I feel exactly the same about you. I was a bitch and I’m sorry; I want you as badly as you want me.” 

He stares at you with an unreadable expression before grabbing your hair and kissing you, hard. You kiss him back with just as much passion. It lasts a while and you’re both super turned on when he stops and tells you to climb into the backseat. You obey and the two of you get into the back where he roughly pulls you over his knee on your stomach and almost rips your underwear off as he pulls them down. 

“You really want this?” He asks as his hand runs over the back of your thighs. You nod and close your eyes “Yes.” 

With your permission he slips a finger inside of you and you gasp. He slides it in and out of you. You’re both breathing heavily as he picks up the pace and adds another finger. He carries on until he’s got four fingers in you and you’re moaning loudly, one hand gripping so tightly on his thigh you think you might be starting to hurt him. He grabs your hair with his other hand and pulls it hard “Are you going to cum?” 

You keep moaning and he tugs harder, asking you the question again. You scream yes as you climax and he lets go of your hair. You lie there for a little bit before he opens the door and tells you to get out. You do and he takes you to the front of his car before bending you over and starting to fuck you from behind, grabbing your hips harshly. The two of you are moaning messes as he slams into you over and over again. He pulls out and finishes on your back. You stand up and the two of you laugh feeling a little embarrassed.You both get cleaned up as  you get back into his car. He kisses you once again “You okay?” 

“Never been better.” You reply with a smile “Maybe we can do more of the things you dreamed of next time.” 

(( I hope this was alright! )) 

Futari no Himitsu - Vol.3 (R18 Drama CD Translation)


Futari no Himitsu Vol.3 - Your Long Distance Younger Boyfriend (Lit. The Younger Boyfriend You Haven’t Met in a While)

Translation isn’t 100% accurate (and I’ve taken many liberties!) so feel free to message me if you spot any mistakes.

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#2: “I know it’s 2am but I’m drunk”

Requested by a lovely anon. 

I’m bolding the prompt sentence in the work because frankly, it’s how I prefer to read prompts hahaha because I often forget what the prompt was by the time I’m a couple sentences in. 

‘Ugh,’ you groaned and rolled over in bed, debating if your phone was actually ringing or if this was some cruel dream.

After your ringtone started again, you assumed it must be work and you were out of bed before answering the call.


“ADA Barba.”

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Please Don't Leave Me

This past year has been insane. Yuta and I got married, we moved into our new home together, and I recently got a promotion at work. As happy as I am to be moving up in the world, I’m not so sure how I feel about being transferred from the Gangnam branch to headquarters. Not only does this transfer mean a longer commute, it also means I’ll be working in an entirely new environment with complete strangers. At the Gangnam branch everyone was so friendly and easy going, that within my first month of work, I was on a first name basis with the majority of the staff. Headquarters is the exact opposite. Everyone here is so uptight and distant. This is my fifth day on the job, and it feels like everyone is ignoring me, with the exception of my team leader.

“Nakamoto.” I look up from the paperwork I’d been pouring over, to find the team leader standing in front of my desk.

“Yes, Mr. Yun.”

“We were thinking of having your welcoming party today. Does that work for you?” Wow! I definitely wasn’t expecting this. I feel like everyone has been avoiding me. This could be my one chance to finally fit in.

“Yeah, of course, I’d love to.” Ohhhh, I sound a little too eager, don’t I.

“Alright. We’ll all meet in the lobby at 20:00 and then head to dinner.”

“Sounds great!” I reply enthusiastically before returning to the task at hand.

I’m so immersed in my work, I didn’t even notice my phone vibrating until one of my coworkers taps me on the shoulder about a million times. Oh, it’s Yuta. “Hey, how was your day off?”

“Uneventful. I slept in, hit the gym, and I’ve been binge watching reality tv ever since I got back. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight. With everything that’s been going on lately, we haven’t had any time for each other.”

“I would love that so much. Unfortunately, I already agreed to go to on a team dinner, and it’s in my honor, so I can’t cancel. Can we maybe take a rain check?”

“That’s fine. The guys have been badgering me about going out with them anyways. We can just reschedule for next week.”

“That would be amazing. I love you.”

“Love you too.” As I end the call I catch a glimpse of my cellphone screen, only to realize it’s already 19:51. If I don’t hurry, I’m going to be late. I quickly store the documents I was working on in the filing cabinet, and head to the lobby.

Dinner was actually a huge success. We’re a small of group of only six people, including myself and our team leader. After dinner Mr. Yun suggests we all go out for drinks, but everyone else already has prior engagements. I’m about to back out as well, when I remember that Yuta’s hanging out with the guys tonight. He’s probably not going to be home until late, and there’s no use rushing back to an empty home on a Friday night, so I decide to take my supervisor up on his offer.

“Hahahaha … Mr. Yun, stop I’m going to fall off my bar stool.” This is probably the happiest I’ve felt since the transfer. Mr. Yun is hilarious, this bar has the most amazing atmosphere, and the wine here is fantastic.

“Please call me by first name, Haneul.”

“Hahaha, alright Haneul. So tell me more about what happened after you got to the hotel room?” I might be just the tiniest bit tipsy at the moment. I haven’t been able to stop laughing for the past five minutes, and I’m so dizzy that instead of sitting upright in my chair, my body keeps leaning further forward. All this wine is really making me hot, so I remove my blazer leaving me in only a flimsy silk camisole.

“You’re never going to believe me.”

“No, I promise I will. Tell me. You can’t just leave me hanging. I have to know how this story ends.” My body instinctively draws closer as I plead with him.

“Hahaha, alright since you’re being such a good girl I’ll tell you, but it’s a secret.” He moves in, pushing my hair behind my ear, so he can whisper the secret to me. Before he can say anything however, I’m physically forced out of my chair.

“What the fu- … Yuta? What are you doing here?” I’m so shocked to see him, that I happen to overlook his facial expression. Had I been paying closer attention, I would have realized that this is the angriest I’ve ever witnessed Yuta.

Still gripping my forearm, he drags me out of the bar without a word and forces me into the passengers seat, despite my protests. He slams the door behind me and quickly gets in behind the wheel. “Yuta, what th-”

“Do yourself a favor, shut up and put on your seatbelt.” He’s silent the entire drive, ignoring my many attempts to get him to talk. His knuckles are white as his gaze is fixed firmly forward, never once straying from the road. By the time we’ve parked, I’ve given up trying to speak to him. We don’t say a word to each other, but the second the front door closes Yuta explodes. “What did you enjoy more, your date or lying to your husband?” He shouts.


“Shut up, Y/N. We’ve not even been married a year, and you’re already cheating on me. You couldn’t have made it more obvious.” He’s fuming. I need to calm him down before he does anything irrational.

“I swear I wasn-”

“I saw you with my own eyes, and not just me, all the members saw you too. Do you have any idea what it’s like to have your friends point out your wife at the bar practically throwing herself at another man? Nice touch removing your jacket by the way, it really added to the whole scene. I’m sure your boyfriend enjoyed it.” At that moment I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Was I a little tipsy back there? Yes. Did it appear like I was trying to seduce my boss? Apparently it did. However, I’ve been in love with no one, but Yuta for the past seven years, and in all this time the thought of cheating on him has never once crossed my mind. I thought we shared unconditional love and trust, but it turns out I’m sadly mistaken. Feeling the tears stream down my face, I run out into the street. I’ve just inserted the car keys in the door, when Yuta violently pulls me backwards.

“What are you doing? You’re drunk. Do you want to kill yourself?”

“Why the hell do you care? You clearly think I’m a whore. You couldn’t stand to hear a word I had to say earlier, so it shouldn’t matter to you whether I’m dead or alive. Let go of me.” I do my best to push him off, but I’m drunk, and disoriented, and no match for his strength.

I wake up in bed, alone. The clock on my nightstand reads 11:26. Uhhhhh … my head is pounding, and that is when all the memories from last night start flooding back. Where’s Yuta? I frantically run around the house searching for him, only to find him slumped against the wall of the room we had once planned on turning into a nursery someday. He’s obviously been crying, and I can tell from the dark circles under his eyes that he hasn’t slept all night.

“Yuta?” I whisper as I hesitantly approach him, sitting about a meter away from him, afraid I might set him off again. We sit that way for about an hour avoiding each other’s gaze.

“Y/N, promise you won’t leave me. I don’t care what happened last night. I’ll forgive you for everything. Please, I’m begging you to break it off with him and return to me. I’ll do anything.” I’ve never seen him so broken before.

“Yuta. I-”

“Please, I’ll do anything. Don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere, and I haven’t been cheating on you either.”

“Just be honest with me, please. No matter what the truth is, I’ve already forgiven you.”

“Yuta, I’m telling the truth. I wasn’t on a date last night, I was drinking with my boss because all my other colleagues were busy, and I didn’t see the point of coming home early if you weren’t going to there when I got back. I’ll admit I was drunk, and it might have come off as flirting, but that was never my intention. I only removed my blazer because I was overheating from all the wine I had. I was so tipsy I made an ass of myself.”

“I’m such an idiot. I should have known you would never do anything like that. It’s just when I saw you leaning into him, I got so scared. I love you so much, and I thought I was losing you. I was angry with myself, and I took it out on you. I hurt you.” This is the first time I’ve actually seen Yuta cry. He covers his face with his hands, too ashamed to look me in the eyes. I can’t believe how both of us acted yesterday. We were like two completely different people. I scoot over until I’m right beside Yuta and begin gently stroking his hair. He moves his head to my lap, throwing his arms around my waist, and clings to me desperately.

“You’re not leaving me, right?” He sounds so frightened.

“No, of course not. You’re my husband, and I love you.” He sits up bringing me into the most magical kiss making me forget my name and the events of last night.

“Do you remember when we first bought this house?” He’s repositioned me, so I’m sitting on his lap, my head resting comfortably against his chest. “We said this was going to be a nursery one day.”

“I remember.” I say, nodding my head. “We said we were going to paint the walls blue and place the crib next to the window. And we wanted to hang up family photos and decorate the room with white furniture.”

“I can’t wait to turn this room into a reality.”

“Neither can I.” He chuckles before lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

“Hahaha … Yuta put me down. Where are you even taking me?”

“To the bedroom. It’s going to take a lot of hard work to turn this room into the nursery of our dreams, and it all starts with having a baby.”