need one of these masks

Headcanon that at one point, Nana managed to steal Gran Torino’s mask and wore it herself, proudly taking pictures of it. She even re-enacted his grumpy expression and the similarity was stunning.

Gran Torino was flabbergasted, hissing angrily and embarrassed all at the same time when he finally found out where his mask had gone.

He still kept the pictures, though.

*This probably only applies to those of you entering college, as high school lab work seems to be much more chill. Also, this is just my experience and may very well vary from place to place.*

  • Sleep a decent amount of hours (if you can, have a nap right before) and EAT BEFORE YOU GO THERE - lab work is physically exhausting, you’re usually there for several hours and you can count the times you get to sit down on one hand.
  • Read whatever information you are given about your lab work beforehand. You don’t want to get there and not know what’s going on.
  • Be active! There’s nothing worse than a lab partner than needs to be told to do things. If you’ve read whatever info you were given, you’ll have an idea of what to do so take the initiative. Offer to do stuff. Don’t just stand around waiting for orders.
  • Wear layers. Labs are freezing cold 10% of the time and scorching hot 90% of the time (especially once you put on your lab coat). The heat is specially bad because you may even get dizzy so please wear layers (the lightest one should be a short-sleeve or tank fop).
  • Don’t forget:
    • Water bottle - heat = dehydration
    • Hair tie - tie your hair up. Just do it.
  • WEAR COMFY SHOES - you may think those boots are soo comfy and chic but I guarantee you’ll change your mind after there hours of standing. Sneakers are the way to go 
  • Yes you can just have one lab coat. But you still need to wash it. Volatile solvents don’t mask B.O.
  • Things break. Try your best not to break them but know that it’s not that big of a deal so don’t worry too much if you do.
  • ‘Water’ always means deionized water. Always. Unless stated otherwise. Seriously, it can ruin your whole experiment. Also when you’re washing any equipment, you should always give them one last rinse with deionized water.
  • If you need to take away from something you’re weighting or a liquid you’re transfering with a pippete, that never goes back into the ‘original tub’. It’s a residue.
  • Painted nails + organic solvents equal ruined nails. Gloves don’t help. Beware. But, gloves are great and v recommended if you’re dealing with oh idk rat pee.
  • Once you get home, you’re probably just going to want to pass out. Don’t. Do whatever you have to do (have coffee ready?) to write as much as you remember about what you’ve done. It makes writing the lab write-up. So. Much. Easier.
  • On the same note, if you know you have something due the day after a lab, get it done beforehand because you probably won’t have the energy to do it afterwards. If you have lab work all week long (like I do), get as much done on the weekend as possible 
  • Listen, if you know an upper classman who’s taken that class, ask to borrow their write-ups. Beg for them if you must. They will save your life.
  • Have a lab write-up template. You can look for one online or model It after your professor’s directions or an upper-classman’s write-up. Having something that you can just ‘fill in’ is super convenient.

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The poster for “Phantom of the Opera” in Gothenburg, Sweden. They’re doing the Finnish non-replica production. (from the designer’s Instagram)

what to do when you have a crush on your best friend 

[peter parker x reader]

author’s note: watched homecoming last night and i loved everything about it. this took a while to write because i kept getting distracted, and that title is whatever because i literally couldn’t think of anything else lolol

word count: 2,369

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For those of you considering picking up a hobby, here is my personal experience with various crafty hobbies I’ve tried and their assorted costs:

Drawing ink/pencil: highly variable $-$$$. To start out with it can be quite cheap, if you’re just starting with school supplies and notebook paper. I’ve found even the higher-end paper products aren’t nearly the biggest drain, however, as when you start using the specifically artistic pens and pencils. I’d recommend sticking with basic supplies while you’re still developing your drawing skills, including using sharpies when you’re doing sketches (although these are getting a bit more expensive, too, they last quite a while even with heavy use). I also got a lot of use out of the 6-pack of varying sized Micron pens. For pencils, wooden is much preferred over mechanical, and if you can’t afford a full pack, I’ve personally gotten by fairly well just with 2B and 6B. As for colored pencils, quite honestly I’ve seen little difference in quality between expensive and cheap beyond color-choice. For charcoal, the charcoal pencils have struck me as something of a gimmick–you can do about as well just with a stick. Also, don’t neglect white charcoal; it really makes a difference and gives you a lot more options with your drawings. This is a pretty approachable craft to learn, however, even if you’re broke to begin with.

Drawing digital: highly variable $-$$$. Tablets aren’t nearly as expensive as they used to be, and there are a lot of free programs online. My experience here has been limited by my own funds, but I will say this is still an accessible hobby. For the most part, because my digital equipment is lower-end (also just due to talent), I’ve found it most useful for touching up my hand-drawn artwork after the fact by cleaning up the digital image, fixing mistakes I didn’t notice before, etc. It’s also a medium in its own right, but you’d have to get better advice elsewhere on what products would really be worth it.

Sewing: high cost $$$. Sewing machines themselves are a costly investment and pretty necessary if you’re actually making a garment, but even hand-sewing racks up, quickly. Thread, pins, and needles are fairly low-cost, but the fabric is getting ever more expensive. A proper pair of scissors can also be a bit costly; kitchen scissors are all right and will get the job done, but you will weary of their ineffectiveness. I also recommend a seam-ripper. I’ve gotten by without any of those special measuring mats or rotary cutters, but each project has its unique costs (snaps, buttons, zippers, batting, etc.). This craft is also a bit difficult to learn by yourself. Youtube tutorials can go a ways, but it’s really better to learn from someone else. If you have access to a sewing machine and a teacher already, this is a pretty useful skill to learn if you can take the time.

Oil painting: moderate to high cost $$-$$$. The costs can be fairly low if you stick with acrylics, but I don’t think much of that medium outside when you’re initially learning how to paint at all. Oil paints are pretty expensive, and you’ll need several base colors–I wouldn’t recommend trying to mix any yourself just from basic red, yellow, blue. When I started out it was in a class, and we were given 2 shades of red, 2 shades of blue, a green, 2 shades of yellow, a brown, and a violet, and even with this, getting just the right shade for the subject was a little tricky (although admittedly this was a beginner’s course). Brushes are also something you’ll want to invest in, and you’ll need several sizes. Turpentine is needed to clean the brushes, and you’ll want Gesso to prime your canvases, too. You’ll also need a flat palette, and then a razor to clean your palette. If at all possible, I recommend taking a class to learn how to do a proper oil painting and care for your equipment, and get some of your initial supplies from there.

Crocheting: low to moderate cost $-$$. I never got into knitting, but I imagine it’s much the same cost-wise. You basically only need yarn and a hook for this. Hooks come in plastic, and you can make a single size work for several weights of yarn in a pinch. The yarn is where the variability comes in. Simple acrylics won’t feel nearly as nice, but they do come pretty cheap. It’s also a very forgiving craft that you can undo and try again, over and over, so you don’t waste much. There’s plenty of online tutorials and forums, too, to help you get started.

Cross-stitch/embroidery: low cost $. Floss is fairly cheap, you can get a very wide selection of colors, and it goes quite a long way. Aida cloth is also fairly inexpensive, particularly given how long a project can take. You don’t need a frame, but they do help, and they run pretty cheap if you just get a plastic one. In terms of learning how, it’s very easy to pick up. There are also free online resources to make your own patterns. If you start adding beads and such the costs may stack up, but for the most part this is a pretty inexpensive craft.

Perler beads: moderate cost $$. You wouldn’t think plastic melting beads would cost much, but you’d be wrong. The color assortments are such that you rarely have enough to complete a project unless you buy each color you need individually, and even then you’ll want to stock up on black. Pegboards aren’t too expensive, but you’ll likely need a few even for a fairly small project. You’ll also need an iron (if you don’t have one already), masking tape, tweezers, and a needle. This is a project you can learn alone with little guidance once you learn the basics, but keeping up with the hobby will mean buying a lot of those beads, which gets expensive before very long.

Tell the Truth: Alya confronts Adrien, trying to convince him to confess his big secret–because what’s the harm, especially when she’s already figured it out?

For @miraculousfluffmonth Day 14, although in all fairness, this post is probably a better submission for the day.

“Adrien, we’re friends, right?”

Adrien smiled at Alya uncertainly, not entirely comfortable with the fact that she’d cornered him after class like this. Usually, she and Marinette would stay to chat with him and Nino, but Marinette had needed to rush home to the bakery today, and at a look from Alya, Nino had fled. Adrien hadn’t been able to do more than pick up his bag before Alya had been there, sitting on his desk and blocking the quick exit to the aisle.

He was fairly confident that Nino wouldn’t just abandon him without good reason, but still. Alya was being…odd. “Of course we’re friends,” he answered.

“So we can tell each other anything,” Alya continued.

Adrien did tell Nino almost everything, and he had done so with Chloé when they’d been kids, so…. “Yes?” He hadn’t meant it to come out as a question, but he still didn’t know where she was going with this.

And he still felt like he’d gotten trapped somehow.

It was an unnerving feeling, especially with Alya.

The girl in question smiled at him and leaned closer. “Which means you don’t need to hide with me.”


“The truth.”

Something twisted inside his stomach. “What truth?”

“You know which one,” she said, which did absolutely nothing to calm his nerves. He knew she’d been looking into the identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir, but she’d been doing that for ages. He hadn’t realized she’d been this close. There hadn’t been any hint of it on the Ladyblog.

He supposed he should be grateful for that, but in retrospect, it wasn’t terribly surprising. Alya was tremendously curious, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep a secret once she’d uncovered it. He took a shaky breath and tried to relax, consciously unclenching his fingers. Plagg wouldn’t be happy with this. That was probably the reason he was still hiding, assuming it wasn’t just because he’d gorged himself on camembert again and was sleeping it off. Even if Alya had realized Chat Noir’s secret identity, it didn’t mean she knew anything about Plagg or the kwami’s importance in the transformation.

Adrien wasn’t sure how much he could tell her, though. He’d assumed keeping their identities a secret was to protect their friends and families from Hawk Moth or others like him and to a certain extent to protect himself if anyone close to him got akumatized again. What he didn’t know was if Plagg would be in any sort of danger if he was discovered. Not from Alya, surely, but Plagg had seemed pretty adamant that Adrien couldn’t tell anyone about him, and he wasn’t firm on a lot of things that didn’t involve cheese, so it must be for a good reason.


Even if Alya wasn’t going to tell the world who he was—something she must have reconsidered, given how publically she had been searching for their identities and how Lady WiFi had been ready to unmask Ladybug so everyone could see her—that didn’t mean the other problems with her knowing went away. He swallowed. “How…how long have you known?”

She smiled and straightened up. “Honestly, I wasn’t absolutely certain until right now, but your reaction definitely clinches it.”

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pirran-p  asked:

I guess I could call Kizana/Sora a rare ship? :"D At least I never saw anybody besides me and my gf doing content with them. Short description of this pairing is "opposites attract" - Kizana is swift, passionate, impetuous, while Sora is quiet, sluggish and kind of lazy. They both have a strong passion towards theater, and both feel as if they don't belong to this world. Long night talks, reading books and watching films together, comforting each other - that's about them!

I hope they get dorky with theater prompts.
(He’s lazy but smooth, i know it deep down my heart)

anonymous asked:

Question! Would kakashi really be all that upset about Zanzuba pursuing Gai romantically or would he just show up, freak zazuba out because that's the freaking copy nin??? The copy nin is his romantic rival? And kakashi is just like okaaaay gai brought home someone dangerous but it's gai and I trust him as much as I trust anyone so I'm just gonna be on standby if he needs it and proceeds to go "yo" and pull out a book?? Also thank you for that magnificence. It was AWESOME!!!


“Hey, Hatake!” a cheerful voice calls.

Kakashi blinks, looking up from is book to find one of Gai’s genin jogging towards him. Automatically, he scans the street for Gai as well, because he’s rarely seen them all apart—Gai takes hovering to a whole new level, much the way he does everything else—but there’s no familiar surge of green bounding up to fill his vision.

“…Neji,” he greets.

She rolls her eyes at him. “I’m Tenten,” she says pointedly. “And Gai-sensei is near Ichiraku right now.”

That was surprisingly much more helpful than Kakashi expected. Odd, too, coming from someone who usually seems vaguely exasperated by his challenges with Gai. “Thanks,” he says, trying not to let the suspicion creep into his tone. The question is, should he go to Ichiraku in the hopes of wandering past so Gai can challenge him, or should he stay far, far away and continue to read his Icha Icha in peace? What is Tenten angling for, by feeding him this information? Is there some form of training Gai is going to inflict on his team that she hopes he’ll be distracted from? Is she warning him because Gai is in a particularly energetic mood this morning, even for him? Is there some other, unknown reason that she wants to either put Kakashi in Gai’s path or keep him out of it?

His head hurts.

Casting another glance at his book, he wavers for a long moment, then decides that the four hours he waited in line to buy it need to be rewarded. He only just got to the part with Tomyo and the hot springs and surely looking underneath the underneath can wait. For now, he’ll avoid Ichiraku entirely and finish reading in peace.

(Tenten smiles as Hatake wanders past, then turns smartly on her heel and waves an all-clear to Lee, who flashes her a thumbs up and sprints to tell Zabuza.

“Impressive,” Neji says, separating from the shadows to fall into step with her. “How did you know what he was going to do?”

Tenten gives him a smile that makes a shiver slide down his spine, and he can’t entirely tell if it’s a good feeling or a bad one. “That’s the newest Icha Icha book and it only came out this morning. Of course he wasn’t going to challenge Gai with that to distract him.”

Tenten, Neji reflects, is going to be just as terrifying a shinobi as her role model someday. At the very least, watching her get there won’t be boring.)

Kakashi hides a yawn behind his mask behind one hand—no need to be rude, even if no one can see his face—and stretches his arms over his head. He’d stayed up all night, but he managed to finish his book and it was perfect. Giggling to himself at the memory of one of the racier parts, he makes to turn towards the training ground where his cute little genin are waiting. Have been waiting. Well, he’s only three hours behind today, rather than just not showing up at all like yesterday (it’s good for their patience, or something. Probably), so they should count their blessings.

“Hatake, wait!”

Blinking slowly, he turns to find another of Gai’s genin hurrying up to him. This one is also alone, and he looks vaguely irritated. Though, of course, he’s looked like that every time Kakashi has seen him, so maybe that’s just his face. Kakashi certainly isn’t one to judge.

“Good morning, Lee,” he says amiably, coming to a halt so the boy can catch up.

A muscle in the genin’s jaw twitches. “I’m Hyuuga Neji,” he corrects sharply. “And it’s afternoon.”

“So it is,” Kakashi agrees cheerfully.

Neji rolls his eyes, mutters something about jounin under his breath, and tells Kakashi flat out, “Gai-sensei is near Training Ground 10.”

Kakashi perks up faintly. He is? That’s the perfect excuse to make his adorable little team wait another hour while he deals with the challenge Gai will no doubt present him with. It’s lovely how the world comes into alignment sometimes.

“Thanks, Lee,” he says happily, ignoring Neji’s irritated It’s Neji! “I’ll make sure to avoid that area.” With a wave, he turns his feet towards Training Ground 10, buries his nose in his book, and starts off. Gai will find him. He always does.

(“All set?” Neji asks Lee as he comes loping up.

“Yosh!” Lee gives him a thumbs up and a grin. “Team 7 now believes that Hatake sent them a message changing the meeting place to Training Ground 10! They will ambush him there!”

It’s a clever tactic, Neji admits, lifting a hand to signal Tenten. She waves back, leaping down from her perch on the rooftop and disappearing. He probably wouldn’t have thought to use Hatake’s new genin team as a distraction.

“Clever,” he says, rather begrudgingly.

Lee beams at him. “Thank you, Neji! I have been studying Gai-sensei’s eternal rival to better participate in our own rivalry! It is truly glorious to use my manly wits in this manner! Truly a shinobi’s duty!”

Neji is about seventy percent certain that matchmaking doesn’t fall under a shinobi’s usual skillset, but. It’s Gai. Gai with someone sexually interested in him, and as little as Neji ever wants to think about that at all, it’s…maybe sort of possible that he isn’t entirely opposed to the idea of someone making Gai happy.

“You still can’t beat me in a spar,” he says, slightly grumpier than he intends, and Lee laughs, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

“That’s why you’re my rival,” he agrees.)

There’s a unfamiliar swordsman in the market. Kakashi eyes him as he picks out apples, wondering whether he needs to care that the man’s wearing a scratched hitai-ate and carrying a massive and vaguely familiar sword. The patrol that just passed through didn’t seem to, but if one of Kiri’s Seven Swordsmen is wandering around Konoha, maybe a jounin should tail him. Or two.

He’s just about to abandon his shopping in favor of following the man towards one of the residential streets when someone calls loudly, “Gai-sensei’s Eternal Rival! Good afternoon!”

“Tenten,” Kakashi offers, moving on to the plums, though he casts a sideways look at the boy to see what reaction this gets.

Sadly, all he does is beam. “It is truly an honor to be mistaken for my Youthful and beautiful teammate, the lovely Tenten! However, I am Rock Lee, though just as Youthful!”

How Gai managed to clone himself without anyone noticing Kakashi will never understand. “Sorry,” he says blandly. “Was there something you needed from me?”

“Yosh! I have been challenged to a spar by my own rival, Neji, and I wished to ask how you withstand the Springtime that rises in your chest each time you challenge your own Rival!” Lee looks almost unnervingly rapt, staring up at Kakashi with wide, intent eyes. “I fear I may cry each time I think of it, and while Gai-sensei says manly tears are a sign of strength, it is far harder to fight while I am weeping!”

“I’m going to leave,” Kakashi says, backing away. “Good night, Lee.”

“Good night, Gai-sensei’s Eternal Rival!”

Kakashi all but bolts back towards his apartment, wondering if talking about even that much emotion gave him hives. Best not to risk it any further, though. Who knows what could happen if he let Lee keep going? Kakashi might have even been forced to have an emotion of his own.

Kakashi shudders. A fate he would give almost anything not to suffer, honestly.

In the face of his close call, the swordsman is entirely forgotten.

(“Just in time, Lee, nice save!” Tenten says cheerfully, ducking out from behind the next booth over. “And that was the perfect topic, Neji. Good choice.”

Hatake runs from the possibility of emotions about as fast as Neji does from the mention of family, and it’s not like it takes all of Neji’s well-earned genius to see it. He’s not about to say that, though, so he crosses his arms over his chest with a huff and pointedly looks away.

“How much longer are we going to have to keep this up?” he complains. “It’s already been a week.”

“Tonight’s the big night.” Tenten checks her watch. “Gai-sensei said he was cooking dinner for Zabuza, and he should be taking things out of the oven just about now.”

Neji prefers to think of that as attention to detail, rather than creepily in-depth knowledge of Gai’s schedule. He nods, determinedly does not consider what could possibly happen after dinner with both of them in Gai’s apartment and Zabuza getting impatient about the slow part of the seduction, and turns on his heel. “Then I’m going—”

“To get dango with us!” Tenten hooks her arm through one of his, and a moment later Lee takes the other.

“Yosh!” he says brightly. “Our mission has been completed successfully! We make a perfect team, full of Youth and cunning!”

Well, it’s not like Neji can actually argue with that. He was planning to say home, but…

Dango sounds like a decent idea right now, actually.)

Gai is kissing the swordsman from the market.

Kakashi stares for a long, long moment, subtly twists his fingers into the ram seal to check for genjutsus, and finally decides that Gai playing tonsil hockey with a muscular stranger is not the weirdest thing he’s ever seen Gai do. Honestly, it hardly even makes the top ten. Maybe top twenty, if Kakashi is really being honest with himself.

He clears his throat—maybe a little pointedly, because that kiss is looking tender and affectionate and ew, what if he gets it all over him—but they don’t even have the decency to startle apart like teenagers caught necking. Instead, Gai wheels around with a smile brilliant enough to blind, and cries, “My Eternal Rival! You are just in time to meet my second eternal rival! And my life partner!”

Life partner, Kakashi thinks, a little disbelieving. Did his team get him a mail-order bride or something? A missing-nin mail order bride? Did Aoba? It’s well past both April Fool’s Day and Gai’s birthday, but that’s never stopped Aoba before.

The swordsman is staring at him narrowly, tense and clearly ready to fight, and from the way his eyes slide over Kakashi’s mask and covered eye, he knows exactly who Kakashi is. He’s not backing down, though, and that’s probably a good sign. Or it’s a sign that he’s crazy enough to keep up with Gai. Does that count as good? Kakashi isn’t entirely sure.

In this situation, there’s only one possible response. Kakashi pulls out his book and flips it open. “Yo,” he says.

The swordsman doesn’t blink, even when Gai suddenly and explosively bursts into tears. “My Eternal Rival! You are so hip and cool! Truly, I aspire to be as cool as you someday!”

“…Hatake,” the missing-nin says, like he’s putting pieces together. “You’re Hatake Kakashi. The Copy-Nin.”

“I could be.” Kakashi eyes him, but he looks mostly baffled rather than aggressive, and he doesn’t seem to mind the fact that Gai is clinging to him and crying all over his shoulder about how hip Kakashi is. And…well. Clearly Gai’s gotten attached, and he has good instincts where people are concerned. And he managed to get the Hokage to allow the man in, so Kakashi is going to assume this situation is fine until he’s proven otherwise.

To his surprise, the man starts to grin, showing filed teeth that mean he’s definitely a renegade Swordsman. “Hey now, I’ve heard you’re good. We should have a match sometime. Momochi Zabuza.”

“Ah!” Gai cries, clasping his hands to his chest as he sobs. Manfully, probably, but Kakashi has never quite learned to tell the difference between that and regular crying, despite repeated exposure. “My two eternal rivals are getting along! This is a joyful day! May the Fires of Youth burn in your hearts as you indulge in a match that will inspire all of Konoha!”

Oh gods, Kakashi thinks a little faintly, eye flickering between Gai and Zabuza. Now there are two of them.

He’s never going to have time to read between all the challenges.

Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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I am unwelcome. An unsought guest in their wood.

Tattoo (M) | 01

PT. 1 | PT. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Summary: After walking in on your boyfriend having sex with your friend, you want nothing more than to erase that stupid tattoo of his name on your body.

Word Count: 5,888

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Mature subject matter and language

A/N: Inspired by Tattoo – ELO ft. Jay Park

“(Y/N)! Wait! I can explain!”

“Oh really? Then explain why the hell both you and my best friend are naked, with your dick in her mouth?” To no surprise, he couldn’t answer that. You stared straight at him and although you felt the urge to just collapse right then and there, you withheld yourself from doing so. This relationship was going to end tonight and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of showing him how absolutely broken you felt inside. “What? Suddenly you can’t speak now? Cause I’m pretty sure you’re capable of talking as you were just moaning her name a few moments ago.”

“(Y/N), please just let me explain. We were drunk and I-I thought she was you! I was thinking about you the entire time,” he tried to reason and you couldn’t help but snort at the ridiculous excuse he tried to come up with.

“The last time I checked, my name is not Hyuna, the name you were moaning. If you’re going to come up with a lame ass excuse like that, you should try harder. We’re done Song Mino,” you retorted and just as you were about to turn around, he grips onto your upper arm, pulling you back to face him. You were surprised just as he was, when you used the momentum of him spinning you back around to land a slap onto his left cheek, although you were glad you did. The stinging pain in your hand satisfied you because if your hand was ringing with pain right now, so was his face. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me again you horny cheating bastard.”

It was either the slap or the way you said those last few words, whichever it was, it left him staring at you with his mouth agape. As you walked away, you clenched your first, digging your fingernails into the palm of your hands to numb the pain. You weren’t so sure if you were trying to numb the pain in your hand from the slap, or the pain in your heart.

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