#but I came out yesterday. and all of my friends and my girlfriend supported me and it just felt like a weight was lifted ig?

[petalstims]

An asexual stimboard, because I just came out as ace and I'd like to celebrate! :)

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[wileys-russo]

Alessia “you’re so competitive” in the pool

chicken II a.russo

"tooney!" came the outright cry of a few as the girl bombed into the pool and a wave of water rained down, the mancunian popping up from the water with a grin.

"what?" ella questioned innocently, unable to say another word as millie jumped on top of her, pushing her underwater and receiving a cheer in response. "mill!" ella spluttered out, launching at her friend with a war cry.

"fancy a swim now then babe?" you heard a sigh and looked to your left, alessia gesturing to how the both of you were already wet with an amused smile.

"think we just had one. thanks tooney!" you yelled at the younger girl who was too busy trying to drown millie. "come on then." the taller girl stood, holding her hand out and wiggling her fingers expectantly as you sighed.

accepting her help up you smiled as your girlfriend quickly stole a kiss, ducking out of the way as you tried to take one back causing you to scoff and smack her shoulder as she grinned.

"hey baby look!" you pointed behind her as the blonde turned and you surged forward, pushing her back as she squealed and promptly tumbled into the water as you doubled over in laughter.

"i rate the dive a four maybe? gotta work on ya form less!" lucy yelled out from the other side of the pool as alessia popped up from the water, grabbing the edge and pulling herself up and out.

"less no please!" you laughed, unable to get away fast enough as she hauled you over her shoulder and jumped off the edge plunging you both back into the icy water.

"alessia!" you splashed her as you both surfaced again, the blonde only scoffing. "alessia!" she mocked, pulling you into her body and kissing all over your face.

"that was your fault we could have both just stepped in nice and adjusted, but you had to act like a child." your girlfriend tutted with a shake of her head, arms wrapped tightly around your torso.

"im acting like a child? who threw a tantrum this morning when they lost at cards on the bus?" you challenged, hands settling either side of her face as your legs wrapped around her waist both of you in your own little bubble.

"because maya cheated! she was gettin grace to sit behind me and look at my cards and-" you cut off her little outburst with a kiss, shutting her up in the best way you knew how as you felt the tension melt away.

"incomin!" you were both barreled over as a body tackled into you, ella latching onto your girlfriends back with her arms around her neck, effectively trying to choke her out as you watched on with an amused smile.

"tooney this isn't the fucking mma get off!" alessia grunted, ducking and trying to drown her, unable to shake off her best friend who only grinned. "chicken fight!" you heard millie yell out, ella tugging on alessia's hair and trying to turn her around.

"el this isn't ratatouille you can't manoeuvre her by her hair!" you laughed in disbelief at the attempts, though in saying that it seemed to work as the blonde finally turned and began to walk the direction ella was wanting.

"partners? reckon we can smash them lot." lucy popped up beside you with a grin, slinging an arm over your shoulders as you nodded in agreement, the girls who were in the pool all pairing off.

"round one!" millie bellowed, ella and alessia going up against grace and rachel, the rest of the girls laid by the pool cheering their support.

one by one teams were eliminated, millies running MC commentary amusing the entire team who were already on a high from yesterdays win combined with the warm spanish sun had meant the mood all round was high.

"get in!" you roared as you shoved maya down off georgia's shoulders with a splash, lucy holding her hand up for a high five as you balanced on her shoulders and both cheered at your victory.

"grand finale ladies and gentlemen grand finale time! we have team dumb and dumber on the left-" millie gestured to ella who sat on top of alessia's shoulders, both girls protesting their given team name as millie ignored them.

"and team rocky on the right!" millie yelled gesturing to you and lucy, the older girl hurrying to grab your hands and steady you, too busy flexing and boxing the air to notice you nearly slipped off.

"now i want a nice clean fight. no scratchin, no eye pokin, no bitin, no hair pullin-" millie listed off with her fingers. "hurry up mil!" ella moaned with a roll of her eyes as the blonde held her hands up in defence.

"right. go!" she clapped, the girls around you all exploding into cheers as lucy stepped toe to toe with alessia, the two going back and forth with trash talk as you and ella locked up and grappled.

"aye ref thats a foul!" you yelled as ella tried to pull you off lucy by your hair, slapping her hands away as lucy nearly stumbled but regained her footing. "VAR!" millie blew a fake whistle, gesturing for a couple of the other girls to join her as the put their heads together in a huddle.

"decision is penalty! tooney one arm behind your back for the rest of the fight." millie announced, both ella and alessia yelling at her as she held her hands up. "shut up or you'll get yellows. resume!" the girl blew her fake whistle again as lucy stepped forward.

with only one arm it barely took another thirty seconds before you were successful it sending ella tumbling into the water with a splash. "we have our winners!" millie yelled starting a round of applause as lucy did a victory lap with you still on her shoulders, both of you celebrating.

"ah get over it ya babies, ya lost fair and square!" lucy laughed at ella and alessia arguing it was an unfair fight, both girls kicking off as ella huffed and pulled herself out of the pool storming off as the girls booed her.

"tooney!" lucy laughed and tapped your thigh, bending down as you dove back off of her and the older girl jumped out of the pool and hurried after the hotheaded mancunian.

things seemed to settle again as the girls went back to their own activities, a fair few of them returning to the loungers to work on their tans, sledges about who had the most pale skin being thrown left right and centre all week on camp.

"go away." alessia huffed as you swam over to her with a wide grin, cornering the taller girl and pushing yourself into her as she avoided looking at you.

"baby don't be a sore loser, come on." you poked at her exposed stomach as she pushed you off and tried to swim away as you jumped onto her back.

"off!" alessia ordered trying to shake you as you clung on, arms tightly wound round her neck. "stop bein stroppy lessi you're bringing down the mood." you teased, kissing her cheek over and over not missing the way a small smile ghosted her lips.

"come onnn give me a big russo smile." you cooed but your words were cut off as the striker succeeded in yanking your hands off, sending you slipping off her back and into the water as you surfaced and watched your girlfriend drop down into a lounger.

still that was unable to wipe the grin off your face as you followed suit, laying down on top of her as she sighed, sunglasses covering her eyes which you had no doubt would have rolled.

"you're so competitive." you laughed, alessia pinching your sides but making no move to argue. "might be hot if you weren't always losing." you shrugged stealing her sunglasses as her eyes narrowed and she scoffed. "nope, these are mine now. winners prize!" you pulled your head back with a grin as she reached for them.

"remind me again why i asked you to be my girlfriend?"

[bloodwrittenletters]

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

pairing . . . jason grace x fem!reader

the cassette playing . . . so american! olivia rodrigo

the letter reads . . . some headcanons about you and your cute boyfriend: jason grace!

warnings . . . none!

a/n . . . i literally can't write anything to save my life these few days, so jason grace headcanons! this beautiful blonde boy deserves more love.

✴ he's the type of guy who would ask "can i be your boyfriend?"

✴ even before you started dating, he would go OUT OF HIS WAY (and everyone else's) to give you what you wanted.

✴ learns an specific type of hair routine to help you.

⤷ would ask piper, hazel, or annabeth for hair care products or how to take care of your hair type.

✴ the moment you guys start dating, all of his closet is yours.

⤷ you eventually start to feel bad and tell him he can also wear your clothes if he wants, a week later you find him wearing your pink top.

⤷ "i got stuck, but i look way too hot in this... can you help me take this off?"

✴ everything he makes in arts and crafts, he shows it to you.

⤷ half of the time, it's jewelry for you. the other half is for percy and leo.

✴ if you ever get in a discussion with one of his bros, he looks like a sad puppy for having to pick a side. but he always picks yours.

✴ whenever he goes to new rome alone, he comes back with millions of gift for you.

⤷ that either made him think of you, or thought it would be something you like.

✴ has shared a playlist with you.

⤷ before he asked you out, he made three playlists. "songs that would be ours if we were dating. / songs that remind me of her. / songs about one-sided pinning."

✴ he was surprised when he found out you also had a crush on him.

✴ supports everything you do. (sports, hobbies, etc etc)

✴ this man will 100% have a shoe box of things you gifted him, going from a chocolate wrap to comfort him when he first came to chb to glasses with little lighting bolts.

✴ if someone hits on him / ask him out (didn't know / didn't care he has a girlfriend) jason has two options:

⤷ "no, thanks. although my girlfriend would love to be your friend, have you met her yet?"

⤷ "no. i'm deeply in love with my girlfriend, have you seen how pretty she is? i bought her this bookmark yesterday."

✴ never really liked valentines day or any other holiday since it wasn't celebrated in camp jupiter, but goes all out with you in each one.

⤷ dress up with you for halloween if it's something you want to do, fills every room with hearts and flowers and takes you out in special dates for valentines day, plans your chritsmas gifts months ahead.

✴ if you have herritage ( or are ) from a different culture, he would learn everything and more.

⤷ makes sure that he respects it and honors it. learning your home language, learning your favorite foods, learning your history etc etc.

✴ he burns an extra piece of food for your godly parent.

✴ helps you with homework / does it with you.

✴ loves doing double dating.

⤷ your favorite one has been hazel and frank. his favorite one has been percy and annabeth.

⤷ if the second one happens, you and annie feel like the third wheel of their bromance.

✴ he doesn't have a good relationship with his dad, and... his mom is dead, so he introduces you to thalia, apollo, and maybe hera. also with all of your other friends.

⤷ "guys, this is yn."

⤷ "are you forgetting that i've known half of them longer than you have? did your amnesia came back?

⤷ "the voices in your head are getting louder, my love."

✴ that man LOVES pet names. specifically the original ones he comes up with for you.

✴ he loves to gossip with you.

✴ he is SO FUNNY. we have to stop pretending he's not.

✴ for your anniversary he would probably make you a memory book of your whole relationship.

✴ "i love you, good night, dear."

⤷ "are you staying with me? isn't that against the rules?"

⤷ "screw the rules. good night, my love."

✴ you're one of the few ones allowed to use his sword.

✴ loves matching outfits with you.

✴ he said, 'i love you' first. it was an accident when the two of you were in the middle of fighting monsters, and it just slipped.

✴ has your initials in a chain around his neck.

[lunamochii]

'your love and support is what keeps me going.' oikawa toru x f!reader

"Are you coming? Class is going to start."

You read the message of your friend replied "I am, just buying something." Bowing to the shopkeeper, you exited the shop and prepared your speech on why you are late to your teacher. Thankfully, she just let you in and your friends is eyeing you suspiciosly.

The class went on for an hour and half and with each minute passing by, you can tell your body temperature rising. You thought your fever will go away yesterday since you just stayed all day at your house. You even said no to the date you supposed to have with Oikawa. The moment the class ended, you excused yourself from your friends who wanted to know why you're late, you were never late.

"Shit.." You whine when you felt the throbbing pain inside your head again, you already drink some medicine but it's not doing any good. Looking at yourself at the mirror, you look horrible.

"Are you okay, miss?" Looking up, you notice some first years and you just weakly smiled at them

"I am, thanks." They just nodded and went out of the bathroom, after fixing yourself. You tried your best to get to your classroom, your vision getting blurry and it's like everything is spinning. The moment you open the door of your room, your head began to throb, horribly.

Last thing you heard is the voice of your classmates and friends screaming your name.

The last thing Oikawa wants right now is the attention from his fans, he likes it don't get him wrong but he really wants to focus on their training this time.

"Are you still mad because she declined your date?"

Iwaizumi said when he approach the setter, Oikawa woke him up at the middle of his nap just to cry and whine on how you don't love him anymore. He knows his bestfriend is a lil'bit dramatic so he let him rant and he just went back to sleep.

"We planned it for so long! She knows our schedule doesn't match up so we specifically agreed on that date."

The brunette huff and spike the ball he was holding and let out a sigh, if something came up you would've told him. Iwaizumi stared at his bestfriend before shrugging and returning to practice, some time later there was a commotion at the entrance of th gym

"Please! We need to speak to Oikawa-san!"

"I told you that his busy!"

Coach Nobuteru glared at his captain and Oikawa grimace and went to calm down his 'fans' but before he could speak, your angry bestfriend shove all the girls and glared to Oikawa

"Your girlfriend collapsed!"

He didn't need to get a go signal from his coach and sprinted towards the clinic of their school. He never ran that fast all his life, he was panting, hard, catching his breath as he entered the clinic where he saw you getting check up by the nurse

"Baby.." he manage to blurt out while wiping the sweat off from his face and approach where you are "Rest for 15 minutes first. Oikawa take her home after she take this medicine." He nodded and grab the medicine from the nurse's hand. The nurse excuse herself and slightly close the curtain, enough to cover you and Oikawa.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You look at him and sighs "You have a match coming up, I wouldn't want you catching my sickness."

It's true but you could have inform him, he grab the stool and sat beside you. You laid down on the bed, facing him. Your right hand slowly coming up to cup his cheeks and he groan feeling how hot your palm is.

"I'm sorry. I know we've been looking forward for our date yesterday... I'm so-"

"Shush it doesn't matter. All that matters is you'll be healthy and energetic again, okay? Now, rest. I'll go get our things, when I come back you'll take this medicine and we'll go home, okay?"

Even if you are wearing a facemask, he can still see your smile. He lean forward and kiss your forehead and almost curse when he felt his lips get burn. Even if he misses the practice tomorrow, he'll nurse you back to help. He won't get weak just by missing a single practice. Plus, when you are all well again he'll have your whole love and support and it's enough to fuel his desire to win everything in life.

[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

September 24th

I hadn't the heart to write last night; that terrible record of Jonathan's upset me so. Poor dear! How he must have suffered, whether it be true or only imagination. I wonder if there is any truth in it at all. Did he get his brain fever, and then write all those terrible things, or had he some cause for it all? I suppose I shall never know, for I dare not open the subject to him.... And yet that man we saw yesterday! He seemed quite certain of him.... Poor fellow! I suppose it was the funeral upset him and sent his mind back on some train of thought.... He believes it all himself. I remember how on our wedding-day he said: "Unless some solemn duty come upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, mad or sane." There seems to be through it all some thread of continuity.... That fearful Count was coming to London.... If it should be, and he came to London, with his teeming millions.... There may be a solemn duty; and if it come we must not shrink from it.... I shall be prepared. I shall get my typewriter this very hour and begin transcribing. Then we shall be ready for other eyes if required. And if it be wanted; then, perhaps, if I am ready, poor Jonathan may not be upset, for I can speak for him and never let him be troubled or worried with it at all. If ever Jonathan quite gets over the nervousness he may want to tell me of it all, and I can ask him questions and find out things, and see how I may comfort him.

Can we talk about how cool Mina is for a second? Her first reaction upon finding out is disbelief, of course, but she turns around so quickly so she can A. support Jonathan and B. potentially save the world. She knows her skills are valuable and she immediately puts them to good use. It’s not hard to see why Jonathan fell in love with her!

It also means that everything we’ve been reading so far is courtesy of her work, by the way. Which immediately prompts two thoughts:

She apparently wasn’t jealous at all upon reading the Three Weed-Smoking Girlfriends bit Jonathan was so worried about, otherwise she would have edited it out;

She had to transcribe Lucy’s journal and her own letters… She had to add the “unopened by her” mention herself…

Everybody say thank you Mina!

And now for the bit where I genuinely shed a tear:

I pray you to pardon my writing, in that I am so far friend as that I sent to you sad news of Miss Lucy Westenra's death. By the kindness of Lord Godalming, I am empowered to read her letters and papers, for I am deeply concerned about certain matters vitally important. In them I find some letters from you, which show how great friends you were and how you love her. Oh, Madam Mina, by that love, I implore you, help me. It is for others' good that I ask—to redress great wrong, and to lift much and terrible troubles—that may be more great than you can know. May it be that I see you? You can trust me. I am friend of Dr. John Seward and of Lord Godalming (that was Arthur of Miss Lucy). I must keep it private for the present from all. I should come to Exeter to see you at once if you tell me I am privilege to come, and where and when. I implore your pardon, madam. I have read your letters to poor Lucy, and know how good you are and how your husband suffer; so I pray you, if it may be, enlighten him not, lest it may harm. Again your pardon, and forgive me.

I’ve said it before, but there are some similarities in the way Dracula and Van Helsing talk. Well, there are some in the way they write too!

You may remember this little bit from May 3rd:

"My Friend.--Welcome to the Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. Sleep well to-night. At three to-morrow the diligence will start for Bukovina; a place on it is kept for you. At the Borgo Pass my carriage will await you and will bring you to me. I trust that your journey from London has been a happy one, and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.

Your friend,

DRACULA.

The letter opened and closed on a fake declaration of friendship, foreshadowing Jonathan’s imprisonment.

Van Helsing does something very similar here, but A. with desperate apologies and B. recognising his status as someone who is very much not Mina’s friend (yet?). So what does it mean?

It means he is breaking down

We saw him run himself ragged to save Lucy and fail. We’ve seen him fall from witty and pretentious banter (with Seward) to hysterical sobbing and laughing (also with Seward) in the span of a few weeks. We’ve seen him hide the truth while also giving out clues, we’ve seen him break down because he knows, and doesn’t want to burden anyone else with this knowledge, but realistically can’t bear the weight on his own.

So when he reads Mina’s letters — the ones Lucy never got to open — he has no choice but to reach out. Mina is not a doctor like Seward, she’s not a Strong Young Blood Donor like the suitors, she’s just a young woman who is also struggling and also loved Lucy, and this fifty-something genius finds a sense of kinship in her, and immediately decides she is the only person who can help him.

But that means she must know, and therefore be trapped in the same Hell he is. Hence the structure of the letter. I LOVE THIS BOOK

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[mybelovedwoo]

in which you drank more than you could handle

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, angst, established relationship / wc: 2k

warnings: drinking irresponsibly, unconsciousness, mention of throwing up, passing out, injuries, blood, mention of food

note: this is where my last headcanon came from. if you haven't read it yet you can find it here:) if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can enter here <3

wooyoung mastelist - main masterlist

You are somewhere between dreamland and reality when you feel the strong sunshine burning your eyelids. Usually, you have very intense dreams, but today you woke up not remembering any of them, you feel like you just had the best sleep in a very long time. You turn over to the other side so you can finally open your eyes without getting blind.

When you open both eyes, you feel as if your head is about to split open. You wonder what is this terrible headache, maybe you are getting sick? You start thinking back to what you did yesterday, that made you feel this way, but you don't remember much after you went out for dinner with your friends.

You try to sit up, but to do that, you have to support yourself up because your head is pulling you back to bed. You slip into your warm slippers and head toward the kitchen. Your bag and shoes from last night are on the floor in the living room. And you finally reach your destination in the kitchen, you see the huge mess there, you swear to god you left everything clean when you left yesterday. When did you even have time or ability to cook?

You just need a coffee and you will be fine, you think. But before that, you make your way to the bathroom, because you don't know how much water you drank yesterday, but you really need to pee ever since you woke up. When you enter the bathroom, you are greeted by a very interesting sight. The sink is full of bloody tissues. You got really scared. Are you injured by any chance somewhere? You look over every part of your body, but nowhere do you see anything unusual, except for some purple bruises.

You are deep in your thoughts when you leave the room, and just then the front door opens and your boyfriend enters your apartment, in his hands there is a bag full of things.

"Oh, are you up already?" He is surprised. He walks over to the kitchen counter and puts everything down from his hands. Then he walks up to you. "How are you feeling?" He asks.

The frames of last night suddenly play through your mind.

You run to the door when you hear someone ringing your doorbell nonstop. You already know who it is, who is so impatient, that can't wait even a minute for you to get there in a normal space.

"Omg, Wooyoung I gave you a key for a reason. You can use it whenever you like, you know that right?" You open the door for him, with hands on your hips.

"But I can't possibly know what you're doing in there, what if I interrupt something?" You can see a mischievous look on his face. "You just like it if I open the door for you, aren't you?" You already know him well enough to know he has other intentions.

"I like it when you greet me with a kiss, what's wrong with that?" He said it with a pouty voice. He is seriously so cute, you think. "So where is my kiss then?" You made a quick peck on his lips and pulled him inside. "What is this big rush, that I can't even get a proper kiss from my girlfriend?"

"The others are already there Babe. I hate to be late you know that." You said as you were putting on your shoes and your jacket. When you're finally ready to go you pull Wooyoung out of your apartment by his hands and literally rushed to the restaurant.

As you said before everyone else was there already, they had a really big table for themself. Yunho was the first one who noticed that you have arrived. "Oh, the real party finally came!" He shouted, and everybody turned towards you.

"You couldn't wait for me to arrive, aren't you?" Wooyoung felt flustered by his mates' comments, suddenly he became all smiley. "Not you, you dumbass. Y/N! She is more fun than anybody here." Hongjoong confessed while Wooyoung seemed really disappointed, so you grabbed his hands and squeezed them to cheer him up.

"Come Y/n, you're already behind us, you have to have at least one drink with each one of us." Jongho speaks from behind, everybody seems tipsy already. 

"Can I at least order my food first?" You joked with them, sitting down at the end of the table with your boyfriend. 

After a couple of hours, you really did drink with all eight of your friends and even beyond that. Of all the people, it was Mingi who was almost at the same level as you. He grabbed the bottle and poured another round for the two of you, but your boyfriend took the glass away from you before you could drink it. "I think she had enough for today." And he drank that shot himself. It was known that Wooyoung handled alcohol very well, but he didn't drink that much tonight on purpose. When he drinks with you, he never dares to relax, not because he feels tense or something, but because he wants to be himself around you all the time and take care of you if something goes wrong.

"Come on man! Don't be such a party killer. Y/n is a big girl, she can decide for herself, right?" Mingi didn't have any bad intentions, but little did he know, you definitely had enough to drink, because you heard everything, but weren't able to answer. It's like someone is blocking your brain and the ability to speak up.

Wooyoung put your arms around his neck, so it would be easier for you to get up, he didn't dare to let go of you. "Hey Sweetheart, can you get up on your own?" He whispered to your ears, he didn't want anybody else to hear, because he knew you would get embarrassed. You looked up at him and said "Of course I can, but I like it better in your arms Handsome" with the biggest smile on your face.

Your boyfriend is so glad that you are drunk now and can't make fun of how flustered he got by your sudden flirting, but he couldn't deal with that right now. He had one thing on his mind and that is he needs to get you home safe.

While he was calling for a taxi, you were clinging to his waist the whole time, to stay balanced. The ride home was a whole other journey, that Wooyoung thought was the most stressful experience of his life so far. The battle of you throwing up or not, with a fully open window and the slowest drive ever, he couldn't believe when he got out of the car in front of your apartment complex that he survived.

When you got into your apartment, you said that you felt completely fine now, and he could go home if he wanted to. He knew from this sentence that you weren't fine at all because you would never refuse a sleepover with him, he knew how much you loved when he cuddled you to sleep.

"Baby, what about you taking a really good shower then I put you to bed, hm?" He was so desperate to complete this mission.

"But I'm really hungry...I think I'll cook something." You opened the fridge and started to get some stuff out that didn't really make sense, like a couple of eggs, ketchup, and orange juice. It is a known fact that you cannot cook, but somehow you felt the sudden urge to learn it in the middle of the night. Wooyoung walked up to you and took the knife away from your hand, he knew it is already dangerous in your hand in general, not speaking when you were drunk, the sight terrified him. "What if I cook you something until you have your shower?" He couldn't believe he had to cook you dinner, after having dinner at the restaurant.

"So you're not gonna join me, huh?" He was surprised by your boldness, he really liked it when you acted like this on any other occasion. But he knew he can't do that, not when you are in a state like this. "Not today." But he gave a small peck on your lips.

-

Wooyoung was almost done with his Haejangguk when he heard a loud thud coming from the bathroom. At first, he didn't know what it could be, but knowing you, how clumsy you are, he knew something was wrong. He immediately ran up to the door and knocked on it. "Hey, is everything okay there?" He did want to just break the door in you. But when he didn't get an answer he had no other choice, and when he opened the door his worst nightmare was in front of his eyes, something that only happens in nightmares. You passed out right in the middle of the shower.

He never was this afraid in his life, he opened the shower door, the water was still running. The first thing he checked was if you had any injuries, you might have hit your head badly, so he was ready to rush into the hospital. But gladly he didn't find any injuries on your body. He pulled you out of that cold shower cabin and close the water. He accidentally cut himself on the big chaos with his razor on the sink when he was looking for your towel, at the moment he was the least concerned about that. He took a handful of tissues and wiped the blood off his wound.

"You joined after all?" He felt like he could breathe again when he heard your voice. He hugged you tightly to himself. 

He wrapped you up in a towel, and swooped you up in his arms then brought you to your bed. He found the perfect pajamas for you, it was your comfiest one, and he helped you put it on. Then when he pulled your blanket all the way up to your neck he couldn't help himself but admire your face for a little while. "Please don't scare me like this ever again." He stroked a piece of hair out of your face, but you were already dozing off.

-

Oh fuck, last night was an actual nightmare. You took Wooyoung's hand in yours to take a closer look. And there it is, that cut from last night. "How is your hand?" You ask very concerned. You feel very guilty, it's partly your fault.

"Do you remember what happened?" You wish you would not remember anything, maybe then it would be easier to face the people from yesterday. This whole situation is just so embarrassing, you knew you were not a heavy- weighted drinker before, but this never happened before.

"Unfortunately." You say quietly, maybe he wouldn't hear it. You must have been such a pain in the ass for poor Wooyoung. And what are the others think of you right now? You would rather bury yourself in the deepest hole if you could. "I'm so sorry." You looked down ashamed.

"Don't worry, it happens to everyone sometimes. The others are in worse conditions, I think you won after all." His words comforted you a little, but there was still a thing that bothered you. 

"You haven't answered me yet. So how is your hand? Does it hurts a lot?" You placed your palms on his chest, while he was looking for the right words to say because he didn't want you to worry too much about him. "It's not that bad I swear. I was just careless." Huhh if he was careless, then what were you? "I'm more worried about your head, to be honest. Do you feel anything unusual?" He strokes your head gently.

"It hurts a lot, but it's nothing more than a simple hangover." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek as you reassured him. 

The rumbling of your stomach ruined this intimate moment. "Are you hungry? I made some Haejangguk last night." Ohh so it was him, mystery solved. Then you didn't miraculously learn how to cook in the middle of the night. What a pity.

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[darling-i-read-it]

is it possible to either request a fic or hc whatever you feel like doing of trevor?

something kind of like that college request with love sick smitten nauseating trevor and his sweet little girlfriend who walks in to them planning a heist. she knows what he does but she doesn’t want a part of it and neither does trevor but she still supports him. he does anything in his power to keep her out of it. but does he get turned on seeing her hold his gun? yes. will he eventually try to get her warmed up to straddling him with a gun pointed at his neck while she rides him? absolutely.

but putting her in danger is something that makes him physically sick. maybe during the heist she somehow ends up in crosshairs, similar to what trevor did in north yankton when he put that gun to the woman’s head “if you move i’ll shoot her brains out”

but trevor just sees red like his special ability. killing anyone who angers or threatens his baby.

HI literally making me absolutely feral i hope you enjoy <3 <3 Trevor you're such a real one

tw for guns, violence, vague sexual descriptions, typical trevor stuff

Trevor fell in love with you because of your innocence. All the girls who loved him where like him, something similar in their hard gaze, the smell of alcohol on their breath. Not you. You were different.

he swore it was a good thing, he promised Ron and Wade that you were happy with him.

they never believed him. it was hard to believe Trevor on a good day

but they could see from the way you were with him that he was telling the truth. You would sit in his trailer, gently cleaning up without being invasive, laugh at his dumb jokes, call him cute. There is no one someone who didn't love Trevor would do all that

He was nauseating about you. He talked about you all the time, bragged endlessly, always had your name on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah, I brought her out to dinner last night. She tried to drink me under the table but I had to bring her home," he would say, with heart eyes.

"She didn't make me take down my posters. Would Amanda do that for you Michael?"

"We had lots of fun yesterday. Don't worry Ron, I cleaned the couch. "

He loved that he had something in his life no one else did. You were his unicorn.

Obviously spending so much time with Trevor, it was easy to know what he did for a living. He didn't like to hide anything from you and he didn't like to hide his job in general

Trust that he would be honest about everything. Down to the last penny, he would tell you what he did and why he did it (even if his reasonings were always a little skewed)

You didn't want anything to do with it. You had no interest in going to jail and he perfectly respected and appreciated that. He liked having someone on the outside anyway

Plus, you were the person he could go to outside of all of that. He had plenty of friends in the business, he wanted something that was normal and just for him

that being said

Trevor does love a little bit of corruption. He has never said no to taking you out shooting.

"Just...like that," he muttered. He had his hands on top of yours, his body pressed against your back. You had one eye closed like it would help you aim the gun in your hand. You starred at the beer can on the stump, breathing in and out evenly, just like he had taught you. "Whenever you're ready doll."

You pulled the trigger. Your ears rang out. Trevor didn't believe in ear protection (or any protection for that matter). You missed, just barely.

"Am I getting better?" you asked, hopelessly. You had asked him to teach you to use a gun just in case someone came home while he wasn't there. He agreed. You needed to know how to defend yourself.

"Oh so good. Honestly better than most of the men I've worked with." He loved seeing a gun in your hand. He loved when you brandished it, talking like it wasn't a fully loaded weapon in your hand. He liked when it got a little close to him, making him twitch a bit.

But that's a whole different battle.

Other than that, you avoided all of his lifestyle things. No heists, no ride alongs. He wanted you as safe as humanly possible.

Naturally, if you were around, you were bound to walk into a heist planning without meaning to. You didn't recognize the concentrated look on Trevor's face as he starred at the wall, full of papers and lines and pictures. You had just been grabbing some groceries before coming back to Wade's cousins.

Michael Townley was there, his eyes trained on the wall as well.

"He's no good. We need someone who's done this before Trevor," Michael was saying. You slowly closed the door, approaching the wall. Trevor was sitting on the arm of the couch.

"And Frank is? I mean, I like the kid, don't get me wrong. But can he handle all that?" Trevor's sounded unenthused. He turned to look at Michael and saw you standing behind him, grocery bags in your hand. He stood up quickly. His sudden movements caused Michael to turn around. "Hey baby. You're back early."

"The other store I wanted to go to was closed," you explained. "What's all this?" You asked even though you knew the answer.

"Nothin'," he promised, approaching you. He grabbed a bag from your hand. "You grab beer?"

"Course."

"Atta girl." He helped you put things down on the kitchen counter. Michael gave you a nod in acknowledgment. You returned it with a thin lipped smile.

"Are you guys planning a heist?"

"No need to worry about that dollface," Trevor said. "We can finish this up later." He turned to look at Michael, eyes like daggers, daring him to defy. Michael nodded once. He knew what it was like to want to keep someone out of the danger.

"Yeah, no problem."

but the information stayed up there. You could look at it while you watched the TV, making sense of the ramblings. They'd be down by the docks.

Trevor ignored any questions you asked about it. You didn't want to know, he knew that. You were just curious.

The day of, he planned a full day. Heist at 9, lunch with you at 1. You would come grab him from a safe point, he made sure of it.

Then things went array. His timing had never been great and honestly, he probably should have made sure the safe point was completely safe. It was the exit area, the place where everyone was supposed to meet up when things went well. Everyone showed, all the goods were there...

they were followed

You were already there, waiting with your car, sitting on your phone

You saw everyone rolling up, tires screeching and people running

Guns were going off. You ducked your head below your steering wheel and freaked out silently

Someone was running towards the car, grabbing your drivers door, opening it up because you didn't bother leaving it locked. You didn't even think

Someone pulled you out of the car, tossing you on the ground. You saw little to nothing for a moment, eyes blacking out as you looked around the soon to be chaos

You stood up shakily and saw the man who had pushed you down. Someone completely foreign and honestly scary looking. The second you registered his face, it had been blasted off.

You screamed, almost falling over and scampering away

Someone had grabbed your arm, keeping you up

"Right here doll."

You knew the voice well and almost melted into Trevor's touch, a heavy sigh of relief leaving your lips. Even if everyone was still shooting, you were safe with Trevor. He'd never let anything happen to you.

He dragged out of the fire and placed you carefully behind a car.

"Stay here till I get you." He gave you a gun and said nothing else until he had turned around.

You peaked over the car. There were dozens of men pointing a gun at him. He looked untouchable, guns in both hands, face hard, eyes red.

"Now who wants to fucking try it? Huh?"

You had never seem him move so efficiently. It was like he couldn't get hurt at all. His vision had slowed and everything in his way was gone.

He didn't stop until the very last man was under his boot and a gun was through their temple.

Then he ignored all of his comrades to run to you, skidding on his knees to make sure you were alright.

"You alright baby? They hurt you? I'm so sorry you had to be here."

His voice was rushed and honest. He had you in his arms, breathing harshly. You held him tightly against you, breathing in the smell of his shitty cologne. You had never been so happy to see him.

[wooahaes]

a love that burns brightly

pairing: non-idol!s.coups x gn!reader

genre: fluff. domestic fic. established relationship.

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: reader has a side business selling candles. mentions of hot wax (being melted).

daisy's notes: me as i restrain myself from writing husband!cheol again bc i feel like im too predictable-

If there was one thing you could say about your boyfriend, it was that he probably advertised your side business more than you did. 

Candle-making had started as something you did kind-of for fun. Sure, you sold your candles from the very beginning, but it was more-so because you needed some way of recouping the money you sunk into it. And, sure, it was only a side business that took up… a lot more time than you liked admitting. But that was what your days off were for: dedicating as much time as you needed to make your candles and restock the online store. This time of year was always your busiest for a reason (Holiday scents! Sales! Clear your inventory so you can start fresh in the new year!), and that meant Seungcheol stayed over at your apartment a lot more… especially when he came in with a list.

He’d been reading it off to you as you moved about your kitchen (your center of operations, so to speak), “Jeonghan said he loved the cinnamon candle you gave him. Joshua liked the pine one, and I thought we could maybe throw in an extra? I’ll pay for it. And Jun…”

All of this was what he’d pulled together over the past week. You’d told Seungcheol that if he wanted to sell to his coworkers that it’d be fine (considering how often he bragged about your work), but yesterday was the deadline for any orders. Of course… You didn’t expect him to manage to get every single person he was close to to buy at least one. Even that Vernon guy, who apparently bought three—two for his parents and one for his own girlfriend(slash-his-own-apartment since they lived together).

You looked up from the double boiler you were using to melt wax. “Cheollie?”

He stopped mid sentence, right about to tell you what he’d convinced Jihoon to order, “Yes?”

“Why don’t you live here?” The two of you had been together for almost two years at this point—although you’d known him for longer.

He made his way over to you, setting the list down closer. “Don’t you remember?” He leaned against your fridge. “You said you didn’t want to live with anyone for a while.”

Your brows drew together. When did you…? And then it clicked. Back when you first met Seungcheol (through Joshua—he went to the same gym as you, and one music-based conversation was enough to make the two of you friends), he’d said something about his own roommate at the time. You’d admitted that that was the exact reason why you weren’t going to live with anyone for a while. You made enough to support yourself: why not enjoy the solitude?

(“Even if you’re dating someone?” Joshua had said, nudging you as he kept stealing glances at Seungcheol.

“I mean, maybe eventually, but the right person isn’t going to force themselves in unless it’s an emergency,” you had shrugged in response. “I don’t mind sharing my space if I need to, but… I like living alone right now.”)

“I mean… Yeah… But…” You avoided his gaze, stirring the mixture with your silicone spatula to try and help it melt more evenly. “I just thought we’d talk about it at some point.”

He crossed his arms. “Honey?” 

“Hm?”

“Is this your way of asking me to move in?” 

One glance at Seungcheol was enough to tell you he was thoroughly enjoying the idea of making you admit it. Another slow stir, and you nodded after a moment. “Maybe.”

“Is it?” He pushed a little further, and you swore you could hear his smile in his words alone. “Do you want me to?”

“Can it be your Christmas gift?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “If you want. My lease isn’t up for a few months, but I’d love to move in when it’s up.”

You hid a smile. “Can you get the jars from my office? You’ll have to center the wicks when it’s time, too.” 

Seungcheol stepped forward, pressing a quick peck against your cheek. “Whatever you need me to do,” he turned. You listened as he walked out, yet still spoke loud enough for you to hear him, “Can I get one for free?”

“Aren’t you sick of them by now?”

You heard the sound of glass clinking together as Seungcheol heaved the box into his arms, making his way back in, “I’m not moving in for a few months,” he said. “And you usually have one burning here…”

Fair enough. “You can get one of the leftovers.”

“Deal.” He set the box at his feet as he began to pull the jars out, setting them out. “I know I’ve said it before, but… I’m proud of you.”

“Cheollie—”

“No, really,” he said. “I am. You work full time and you do this as a side business because you love it. If you ever wanted to quit and do this full time… I’d be happy to support you.”

“I like my job,” you shrugged. “I like this, too, but I’m happy with the balance I have now. Especially when I have this guy who comes around sometimes to help me…”

He smiled, setting another jar down. “Is he handsome?”

“I think he’s pretty sexy, yeah,” you giggled. “I think you know him, actually. His name is Yoon Jeonghan—”

Seungcheol almost elbowed you playfully, only stopping because of the hot wax in front of you. “You’re so mean to me,” he pouted. “Right after you were begging me to move in, too.”

“I wasn’t begging.”

Seungcheol chuckled again. “Sure you weren’t.” He let out a blissful sigh. “So… What scent is this batch going to be again?”

“I dunno. What scent did Yoon Jeonghan want again?”

Wax be damned. He turned, immediately pulling you in for a quick kiss, and you could feel him smile against your lips as you giggled. Honestly, you couldn’t wait until he moved in with you officially.

(... And maybe you’d text that to Jeonghan so he could get in on teasing Seungcheol, too.)

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting mad at my friend dating?

So a year ago I (25F) went to a birthday party with my friend group and ended up head over heals for a guy. This was extremely weird cause I've never dated or felt attraction before, so I was confused and scared but excited all at once.

My friends were very supportive, but one most of all because she's the exact opposite of me and wanted to help. She's been dating since she was a teen and is very confident when approaching dudes.

She gave me advice on how to talk to him irl, on social media, etc. She found him on tinder once and sent me his pictures. Anyway, she gave me a ton of confidence that I'd never had before when it came to my sexuality and I really appreciated it.

So I talked to him various times in a span of 4 months, long ass conversations, but I never was brave enough to ask him out. Until I did, April this year, and he said yes. But as I tried to arrange a day for us, he gave me signs that he wasn't really interested in going out. I gave him an out and he took it. Never spoke to him about it again.

A week and a half later my friend calls me. She talks with a tone of voice that honestly scared me so I thought she was mad. I was also in a very sensitive state because of what happened with the guy. So I meet with her, she sits down and tells me that, a couple of weeks ago, she had started to have feelings for the same dude as me. She said she wasn't going to act on those feelings until I asked him out, and that turned out negative. So she gave it a shot and he said yes and were going out that same week. She said she wanted to let me know first and if I was mad at her.

I honestly could not believe what she was telling me and didn't know how to react. Because I thought she was upset with me when she called I had taken some anxiety medication, which created this sort of fog in my mind that wasn't helping. She kept asking if I was mad and I said I didn't think it was worth it, that fighting with a friend for a guy wasn't something I thought was healthy. And she was relieved, said that it wasn't like I had a claim on him either. She thanked me and we left it at that.

The next few days it became clear to me that I was mad as hell. Jealous, disappointed, rejected and upset. I tried to tell her in the most peaceful way how I felt because I avoid conflict like the plague. She got really defensive.

After that my friends, who were very supportive of me and my newfound attraction at first, told me to move on, that it was just a crush, that I was probably mostly upset because he chose her and not me. That there's other guys out there.

They're still going out and I avoid them as much as possible. I feel so hurt when I see them, but I feel like I'm being childish. Yesterday someone asked her if they were official yet and she vehemently denied it. But they ARE dating, just not boyfriend and girlfriend.

AITA for being mad?

What are these acronyms?

[wildpeachfarm]

Hi, Moku!

It’s been awhile, and firstly, I just want to say I hope you’re good.

Secondly, I just needed to process this with someone. As I’m sure everyone has been well aware, Liam Payne died yesterday. All my love and support go to his family, friends and the rest of the boys right now. I was at work when I first saw the news, so I didn’t really have a chance to process and digest the news. I’m home now and sat on my bed crying for the past ten minutes, hopped in the shower, turned 1D on my speaker, and cried some more in the shower.

Now that I’ve digested the news, I have some thoughts to share. To everyone feeling conflicted about mourning his death after all the information came out about him being an abuser, I just want to say: I was 12 years old when I was introduced to One Direction-in sixth grade. They were my first concert, and one of the only things that got me through my formative years. I am 11 days away from my 25th birthday, and although I don’t support the person he became, I’m still mourning. Cause a piece of my childhood died yesterday; a piece that made life easier for me and I hold onto fondly. My point is this: you can mourn the memories and the person you were introduced to while also acknowledging he wasn’t a good person. There is no way 12 year old me could have known any of this, and for that reason, I’m allowing myself to cry.

Secondly, as I’ve previously mentioned, I’m a week and a half away from my 25th birthday. Halfway through my twenties; the age where people( at least those around me) say your childhood starts to disappear. And after yesterday, it’s really sunk in. It was a friend in high school that I lost, then the world lost Cameron Boyce (rip) a few years ago; now, Liam Payne. All of these aforementioned individuals shaped my formative years. I hold onto them as tightly as I can, all things considering. But, this close to my birthday, it’s made me realize, that part of me will never be back. I really am losing some of the best parts of the hardest time of my life. And that sucks. And for that, I mourn this loss.

Lastly, when One Direction broke up, it felt a little like my world as I knew it was ending. A part of my heart broke (though it may sound dramatic, it’s true. You associate many happy memories with something, losing it feels like heartbreak); everyone started talking about a potential reunion years from now. After all, Backstreet Boys got one; N’Sync got one. The Jonas Brothers got one, as did Big Time Rush. One Direction should have been next. The boys were all pursuing solo endeavors and I supported them all through those, even though I wished for a reunion. My older cousins, my mom all got to see their favorite bands reunite; and I was hoping that opportunity would arise for me, too. I mourn that loss, as well.

To conclude, to all those in shock right now and struggling to process this news, struggling with conflicting feelings, I want you to know I’m right here with you. A person who was part of one of the best years of my life died, and those years died with him. I’ll still look back super fondly on those years, but there will also be this ache of what could have been in my heart. And I’m not sure that will go away. I’m right here, and I’m supporting us all through this. Again, my love goes to his son, parents, siblings, friends, girlfriend, and the boys. If I’m feeling this much pain, I can only imagine how much hurt they’re experiencing.

I appreciate you reading this Moku, and hopefully I’ve helped you or someone else process this.

Enjoy the rest of your day, please!

💙

Always a lovely read, Lex!

[hunzzzzz]

Fight for you - Chapter 3 : The exes

Kendall Roy x original female character

TW : SMUT !!! Read at your own risk 😩🤚🏽

A/N : okay so this is really long 11k+ words I’m sorry. I was gonna write it in 2 parts but it just needed to be all together !!

I woke up the next morning, with a smile on my face, which faded as quick as it came. I stuck my tongue down Kendall Roys throat. I groaned, cradling my head in my hands, how could I have been so reckless? Allowing myself to get swooped up by his sweet words. This was a future scandal just bubbling beneath the surface, ready to erupt any second. I had worked too hard, to get to the position which I’m at now at Waystar, and to jeopardise that over this man was not worth it. And with that I cut off the wings of the butterflies, not allowing myself to get lost in them again. Vowing to think with my head, and not my vagina from now on.

I had managed to successfully avoid Kendall all morning, the distance was necessary, my mind scrambled to mush when he was close, all logic flew out the window. 

At around lunch time, I heard a light tap on my door, my heart skipped a beat as my mind went to Kendall, but to my luck it was Steve.

Myself and Steve had become more than colleagues over the years, I considered him my closest friends. We oversaw numerous projects together, bounced ideas off of each other. We had synergy, he was the only person in my department who didn't see me as the enemy. He wasn't trying to stab me in the back at any given chance, instead we both wholeheartedly supported each other.

“Hope I'm not interrupting”, he grinned, strolling in and plonking down on the chair in front of my desk.

“Not at all.” I smiled, shutting my laptop. “What's up?”

“Lunch at our spot?” He asked, holding his hands together in a prayer. “I’m starving, and I fear if I eat the cafeteria food one more time this week, I might die from malnutrition or food poisoning or maybe even a combination of both.” 

Feeling my stomach rumble, I agreed, and decided to ignore Kendall's message requesting to meet him for lunch. I needed a distraction, to rid myself of him living in my mind rent free. We made our way to a little cafe tucked away in a quiet street, only a 10 minute walk  from work. We sat down with our regular order.

“So what’s going on with you,” he asked with a knowing look,  “I hear you're entangled with Kendall Roy?” 

“Oh great. So that's spread," I groaned. This is exactly what I was afraid of when he showed up at the 9th floor yesterday, unannounced. 

“He's actually insufferable,” I felt guilty for lying, but what else was I supposed to say? Admit that I indulged in a steamy makeout with the COO of our company the night before? 

“He's just invested in my project, it was really random, I think he's just trying to prove something to his father,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Mhm, invested in your project or invested in you?” He gave me a questioning look.

“Please, I wouldn't go near him with a 10 foot pole. Trust me.” Another lie.

“Yeah good, I thought maybe you were going through a quarter life crisis. He's bad news, don't get caught up in it,” He warned me.

After my previous relationship almost ended me, Steve had grown quite protective of me like an older brother I never had. 

“I appreciate the concern. Thank you, but I promise you that will never happen. I'm just keeping my head down, working on this project with him. The sooner it's done, the sooner he'll be out of my hair.” I reassured Steve.

“Okay, okay," he nodded, easily convinced, “But now that I have you here, I need to ask you for a favour.”

“No, absolutely not. Whatever fight you have going on with Catherine this time. I'm not getting involved, last time-” I began defensively crossing my arms over my chest not wanting to get involved in whatever tiff he and his girlfriend –who I had grown to adore– had going on. 

“Jesus woman, will you let me finish.” He cut me off, rolling his eyes. “I was going to ask if you would come to the Waystar charity Gala with me tonight.” He finished looking up at me with his puppy dog eyes. “Please, Catherine’s out of town this week and I need a pretty lady on my arm if I'm going to get any donations.”  

“You want me to spend my Friday evening at a work event? Sorry Steve but it's a hard pass,” I shook my head.

“Please Harper, I’ll owe you one. Lunch on me for the next year.'' I sighed, finally agreeing to go, seeing as he was so desperate. 

It's the least I could do to repay him for the endless favors he had done for me. Staying late at the office helping pick up my slack, covering for me when I took time off due to my devastating break up. 

We made our way back to the office, after a much needed catch-up on all the gossip. 

“Yup and now she’s pregnant, and she's keeping it.” Steve chuckled as we stepped into the lobby.

I threw my head back laughing, clutching onto his arm, almost losing my balance. “Oh my god, shut up. I'm gonna pee.” I said in between giggles, the large coke I had for lunch was catching up to me. “We need to stop talking before someone hears us.” 

From the corner of my eye, I saw the last person I wanted to see approach us.

“What's so funny?” Kendall asked, his eyes fixated on my hand on Steve's arm, which I immediately dropped. His eyes flashing with anger, possibly even jealousy?

Steve wasn't unattractive, he was a conventionally good looking guy, he was tall with broad shoulders. I know the women on the 9th floor swooned over him, running to make copies for him with the snap of his fingers, waiting by the door with his coffee in hand every morning. But to me he was just Steve, the guy who burps in my face after inhaling a burger or comes to me with his endless relationship problems. 

“Nothing.” I quickly sobered up from my lunchtime giddiness, and put on a facade of professionalism.

“Uh-huh.” He didn't seem convinced, he finally looked over to Steve and plastered on a fake smile, “Kendall Roy,” He stuck out his hand.

“The man himself. Steve Murphy, pleasure to meet you,” Steve put on a fake smile matching Kendalls, giving him a firm handshake, a silent standoff. The tension in the lobby was heavy between both men who disapproved of each other, both for their own reasons.

Kendall finally released the handshake and turned to me pressing his lips in a straight line, “Could I grab you for a second Harper?” 

“Yeah sure, Steve go ahead, I’ll see you later,” Steve furrowed his brows, but didn’t press any further though I could tell he wanted to. He gave a curt nod and left.

Kendall guided me to a quiet corner, placing his hand on the small of my back, but I swatted it away, weary of on-lookers. The last thing I needed was more rumors going around about me. People were just starting to forget that I was the sad, pathetic woman whose fiance had an affair with her best friend. 

Kendall stood across from me with jaw clenched.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, deciding to cut through the tension.

“I thought you didn't go out for lunch? Fucking, with your, uh, endless piles of work you have,” he narrowed his eyes.

“First of all not that it's even any of your business but I had some free time today.  And second of all, I couldn't say no to Steve, I owed him one.” 

“Uh-huh. You owed him one?” He probed, as if it was an interrogation and I was some kind of criminal on the loose. 

“Don't worry about it,” I waved him off, “Okay if that is all, then I really have to get back,” I tried to step past him to leave, but he blocked my path

“No, actually, uh, I did want to ask you something,” he cleared his throat, a flash of nervousness breaking through. “Are you free tonight? I have this charity Gala thing I have to give a speech at, and I was wondering if you would, uh come with me?”

“Oh,” I stared at him blankly, “I actually already have a date for that.” I made a mental note in my head to thank Steve and give him a massive kiss on the cheek, for saving me from having to be Kendall's date.

“With who?” He asked, his mouth agape, “Is it that Stewart guy?

“It's Steve and like I said it’s none of your business,” I leaned in to whisper in his ear, before making my exit. “But I'll see you there,” I smiled over my shoulder, leaving him standing in the lobby, dumbfounded.  

I left work early and stopped by a boutique on the way home. I had to dress to impress if I was going to help Steve land some donations tonight. Picking out a dress took more time than I had intended, I wanted to look good tonight, not for anyone in particular. Though the thought of Kendall kept creeping its way into my mind, I wondered which gown would he like? If he preferred red or black. I tried to convince myself that I wanted to feel sexy for myself and not for anyone else’s approval or validation.

I rushed home cutting it close to 7 pm, I quickly showered and began getting ready. Steve was picking me up at 8 and J could already hear him complaining about my tardiness. I finished doing my makeup, adding a deep red lipstick. I slipped into my gown adjusting myself in the mirror. I had decided on wearing a black satin gown, with a deep plunge neckline. I couldn’t remember the last time I had put in this much effort for an event, or a person. I hated myself for caring so much about it. 

Text message 

Steve : Uber. Downstairs. Now. Hurry. 

I hurriedly grabbed my valentino clutch, which I had thrifted when I first moved to the city, throwing my phone, cigarettes and lipstick in before scurrying out the door. 

“God could you have taken any longer,” Steve sighed dramatically, as I slid into the backseat, “It's 8:05, what time did we agree on?”

“Calm your tits, being 5 minutes late isn’t gonna kill anyone,” I rolled my eyes, checking my makeup in my compact mirror.

Steve took a closer look at me, taking in my appearance. “Damn,” he let out a low whistle, “you went from 0 to 100 real quick. It's like an episode of catfish,” he chuckled, “Who are you looking this good for?”

“Your dad,” I retorted, laughing when I saw his scrunch his face in disgust. “No you’re right, I should've pulled up in sweats and glasses, that would really attract all the 70 year old men into emptying their pockets for you.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Awww you did all this for me?” He smiled, clutching a hand over his heart, wiping away a fake tear. “That's so kind of you. How can I ever repay you?”

“Shut up,” I swatted his arm, “Drinks are on you.” 

The banquet hall was bustling with people who were much more important than me. I looked around at the sea of women wearing designer dresses from fendi to dior as they clutched an arm around men almost triple their ages. 

Steve immediately began mingling, or as he called it ‘networking’, and of course he dragged me along. He grabbed us 2 complimentary champagnes from the wait staff and began speaking to an older gentleman. 

“Mr Monroe, glad you could join us tonight. Where's the Mrs?” Steve greeted him, shaking his hand.

“Oh, you know Mrs Monroe, she was in the Bahamas last and now I'm hearing she's in Milan for fashion week. She won't rest until she bleeds me dry from all I’m worth,” He grumbled, “And who's your lovely date here?” 

Mr Monroe glanced over at me before his eyes dropped down to my chest, lingering there for a moment. A married man, no, actually a married senior citizen, just checked me out. The urge to vomit all over him was so strong, but I pushed it adside. With a tight lipped smile I brought my hand up to shake his instead. 

“This is my dear friend Harper, Harper Aly,” Steve introduced me as the older man grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it, with no consent whatsoever. I quickly pulled my hand back to my side, forcing a laugh as Steve continued talking.

This continued for another hour, we moved through the crowd of prehistoric men, buttering them up as they objectified me, raking their eyes up and down my body as they licked their crusty lips. 

I was on my 4th glass of champagne, but I needed something stronger if I was going to make it through the rest of the night. Steve handed me his card and I made my way over to the bar. 

I waved a hand to the bartender trying to get his attention, but he was preoccupied serving a handful of people. I found myself glancing around, hoping to see a familiar set of hazel eyes. I was acting like a lovestruck teenager at prom hoping to lock eyes with her crush.

“What can I get ya princess?” I turned to put a face to the voice, shocked when I recognised who it was. “Yup, that’s right. Soak in the glory,” He held a hand up gesturing to himself.

“It’s okay. I got it.” I flashed Steve’s card.  

“Roman fuck off and stop harassing the donor’s,” said the red head beside him. “Hi, Siobhan Roy,” she smiled politely, pushing past the shorter man to greet me.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Harper Aly,” I smiled, clasping her hand, awkwardly shifting on my feet, feeling intimidated under her icy blue eyes. 

“So what brings a fine piece of arm candy like yourself here tonight? Let me guess your sugar daddy promised you a new Birkin?” Roman Roy was just as obnoxious as everyone made him out to be.

“Actually I'm here for work. And that’s quite inappropriate coming from the co-COO,” I grimaced, not even trying to hide my disgust. 

“Oh my god Roman, you're disgusting. Go hit on Gerri or something. I'm sorry about him, he has some deep rooted mommy issues,” Siobhan apologized for her brother's crude comment.

“Fuck off, Shiv,” he snapped pushing past her to lean over the bar, “Hey! Yoohoo bartender! Over here! Roman Roy here!” Roman yelled, getting the bartender's attention, as he frantically rushed over, “2 whiskey on the rocks and …..” he looked over at me, ushering me to order what I wanted. 

“Seriously, it’s fine I can get my own-”

“Just fucking tell him what you want or you’re fired,” he cut me off with a devilish grin.

“Two gin and tonics, please and make it a double,” I reluctantly answered.

“See, now was that so hard?” He smirked, “Two gin and tonics for the lady and make it quick, I don’t have all night,” the bartender nodded and instantly began concocting our drinks. 

“You can put away daddy’s card princess, I got this,” his voice low as he leaned into my ear. I looked around trying to find his sister who seemed to have him on a leash. “Are you scared? I don’t bite,” he murmured, “But no promises.” 

“Scared? Please,” I snorted, “sorry if my repulsion has been misconstrued.”

“Princess, don't forget, I still own Waystar Royco. And you’re at the bottom of the food chain,” he laughed.

“Own? That's so interesting, because last I checked you’re not Logan Roy. You're just a sad little boy fighting for daddy's attention. Begging him to notice you, oh please daddy, please let me take over." I mocked pleading with my hands together.

“Dont fucking turn me on right now,” he bit his lip.

“I find you so repulsive,” my body involuntarily shuddered.

“Hey Rome, have you seen Kendall?” A brunette asked, cutting into our conversation. 

“I don't fucking know maybe, have you checked the bathrooms? He's probably there snorting lines?” He shrugged.

“Rome. I'm serious,” She said, pressing her lips into a straight line. She finally caught my eye and forced a smile. We both looked over to Roman waiting for an introduction. 

“Uh yea sure, Rava, Harper Aly from waystar, I don't know what the fuck she does there. I’m guessing the janitor by her looks.” He pointed toward me, “Harper, Rava Roy, my brother's estranged wife,” He said flatly pointing towards the other woman.

He grabbed his drinks, throwing two hundred dollar bills on the counter, and with that he was gone— leaving me alone with Kendall's wife? I stood there gobsmacked, processing the nuclear bomb Roman had just dropped on me. Kendall was married. Kendall was married when he kissed me.

I quickly excused myself, grabbing Steve and I’s drinks from the counter. I couldn’t engage with Rava, guilt pooled in the pit of my stomach.

I downed both the drinks, and grabbed 2 glasses of god knows what, from a passing by waiter and drank them swiftly. I felt the alcohol burn down my throat, hoping it would calm me down. My mind was the aftermath of Hiroshima. I couldn't think straight, or even walk straight for that matter. How could I have been so fucking stupid, tears pricked at my eyes. How could I have trusted so blindly, again. 

I spotted Steve sitting down at our table, slumping down in the seat beside him. 

“Hey, what took you so long? He asked, looking up from his phone, “Where's our drinks?” 

“Oh shit, yeah, the line at the bar was too long,” I muttered keeping my eyes glued to the table.

“What's wrong?” He asked, sensing that something was off with me, “Did you see someone?” He studied the slight tremble in my voice, my flushed skin, my lips curled into a frown.

“Hmm, no,” I shook my head vigorously, trying to seem convincing, “I'm just tired,” I offered him a weak smile, hoping he wouldn't hear the slight slur in my voice. He just stared at me, contemplating whether to push it or not but ultimately decided against it. 

“Okay but just a heads up—” he began, before getting interrupted by the screeching of a mic, everyone rushed to be seated, the speeches were starting soon.

“What?” I looked up at him with heavy eyelids, propping my head on my hand. At this point, I knew that he knew I was drunk.

He shook his head, disregarding it muttering something about it not being important. The wait staff made their way around to serve wine. I insisted that they fill my glass to the brim. I heard Steve mumbling something about bringing some water to one of the waiters. 

“I think you should slow down,” he eyed me as I continued to innocently sip my wine. I chose to ignore him, until he forcefully took my half empty glass off me, handing it off to a passing waiter.

He cut me off before I could protest, “Look I don’t know what’s going on with you or why you decided to get drunk at a work event. But we need to make it through to the end of the night,” He scolded me, pushing a glass of water towards me. 

“Whatever dad,” I rolled my eyes slowly sipping on my water.

The speeches dragged on, but I wasn't listening to a single word of it, instead my mind was heavy, weighed down by concrete thoughts of one of one man. How he had manipulated me, how he had convinced me he was good, different. How I let myself believe him so easily. Had I learned nothing? 

I snapped out of my thoughts as the last speaker made his way onto the stage, and there he was. The very man responsible for me trying to drown my problems in liquor. 

His eyes met mine, twinkling under the spotlight as he spoke. I couldn't take it anymore, I got up mumbling to Steve that I was going to the the bathroom.

I slumped over the sink, taking in my pathetic reflection in the mirror. God, I was so embarrassing, letting Kendall affect me like this. Letting him slither his way into my life like black mould. The realisation hit me hard - I was the other woman. I let him sweep me off my feet, like a fucking idiot, but maybe that was his plan all along. A challenge in his eyes, he found a wounded bird, nurtured it back to life only to shoot it down in the end for his own enjoyment. 

I scoffed at myself, spending more than I could afford on a gown just for him, a fact I wouldn't even admit to myself let alone another soul. The anger simmered in me like a pressure cooker, ready to blow any second. My self pity was quickly replaced by foul, hot fury. I left the bathroom with newfound determination. Fuck Kendall. 

Yet, fate had other plans for me. As I headed back towards the hall, I collided with a broad set of shoulders.

“Oh— I'm so sorry,” I began to apologise but the words got cut off in my throat when I locked eyes with the attacker, my fucking ex-fiancé, Will.

This was officially too much for one night. Without another word I turned on my feet and fled in the other direction, I needed to get away from him. What was he even doing here in the first place? I knew I was eventually  going to bump into him one day, it was inevitable, but why tonight? As if I didn’t already have enough going on. This must have been the heads up Steve was trying to give me.              

“Harper please, just listen,” he pleaded, grabbing my wrist in a bruising grip, but I couldn't bear to hear it. The mere sight of him was enough to make me sick to my stomach. “Let me explain, you at least owe me that much.”

“Let you fucking explain yourself Will? No, you lost that privilege when you ended up in bed with my fucking maid of honour,” I snapped, trying to keep my composure, digging my nails into his skin, trying to claw him off me, “I don’t owe you shit. So please kindly, fuck off out of my life forever.” 

Tears burned in the corner of my eyes, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me breakdown.

“Harper, just listen, I'm ready to take my part of the blame,” his eyes were stone, nothing about them was apologetic as he tightened his grip around me, “But it took 2 people to breakdown this relationship—”

“Yeah, you and my fucking so called bestfriend,'' I spat, the endless liquid poison I had consumed amplifying my rage. 

My words seemed to cut through the air like a knife, drawing the attention of those around us, “Will I’m being so serious, if you don’t get your hands off me I’m going to fucking scream and make a scene right here, right now.” 

“Everything okay here?” A voice boomed emerging from the depths of hell, of-fucking-course Kendall made his way over to join the party, just what was missing. “She said let go.” Kendall demanded, clasping a firm hand on Will’s back, the noise echoed through the lobby, his presence adding fuel to the fire.

Will's eyes hardened as he pushed my arm out of his grasp and sulked away. I tumbled back from the force, Kendall quickly steadied me bringing a hand to my waist. I ripped Kendall’s arm off me and took off, almost tripping over my feet, ignoring his calls.

The cold air nipped at my skin, I continued walking, with no sense of direction. I couldn't stay there for a second longer. I felt suffocated by my thoughts.

I was beginning to get a tension headache, it was all too much now. My ex-fiance cornered me and tried to tell me I was to blame for his affair and to pile on top of that Kendall, my boss had involved me in an affair, while failing to mention he was married. 

“Harper, wait!” Kendall called out from behind me, jogging to catch up, “Are you okay?”

I was so sick of people asking me that. No I wasn't fucking okay, my life was falling apart at a rate so fast that I couldn’t even pick up the pieces and try to repair it. Each time I attempted to pick up one piece, three more came crashing down. 

“Leave me alone, Kendall,” I shouted, picking up my pace, but it was proving difficult in 4 inch heels. He was the last person I wanted to speak to. I was a couple blocks away from the venue now.

He grabbed my aching wrist  in an attempt to stop me. I flinched, sucking in a sharp breath.

Kendall let go of me in an instant, “Did he hurt you?” His eyes were two angry black points, his fists clenched by his side.

I rubbed my wrist, trying to soothe the tender skin.

“Did he fucking hurt me? What about you kendall?” I lashed out, jabbing my finger in his chest. “Oh but of course you would never hurt me right? Because you’ve convinced everyone that you're such a great guy, always coming to my rescue. Is that what you want to hear?”

He shook his head trying to understand where my aggression was coming from, how long did he think he could keep up his lie for? 

“Fuck off and have a nice life with your wife,” I turned around and took off again, not wanting to hear whatever explanation he was going to pull out of his ass.

“Harper, wait. I can explain.” I heard his footsteps still following me, from a distance. The audacity he had to continue following me after I had caught him red handed. What was it with men tonight and trying to explain all their fuck ups to me. First Will and now kendall.

“That's great, go tell your wife.”

“Harper please, fucking, just wait a second,” he persisted, running ahead of me and planting himself in front of me, his body towering over mine, “My wife and I—”

“I honestly don't care what you have to say. Nothing is going to change the fact that you're married. There's nothing for you to explain. So please just go,” I yelled exasperated, closing my eyes not wanting to  look in the eyes. 

Bitter tears escaped from my eyes, “Whatever happened on the roof, just forget about it. It was a mistake. It was my mistake.” 

I hated myself for crying, I didn’t want him to think I was hurt by him, they were tears of frustration encouraged by my drunken mind.

“Rava and I are separated,” He sighed. My eyes snapped open hearing his confession, “We've been separated for months.” 

I crossed my arms over my chest shivering, as the wind picked up. I felt him gently place his blazer around my shoulders. 

“It doesn't matter if you're separated, Kendall, you still should have told me.” l said, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand.

“I thought you knew?” He exhaled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Everybody knows, it’s public knowledge.”

“I told you everything about myself, and you couldn’t mention this major detail about your life?” I looked up at him with flaming eyes. 

“You know what it doesn’t matter anymore,” I held my hands up, backing away from him, “We kissed one time. It should’ve never happened. And it will never happen again.”

“Do you really mean that?” His voice was heavy with regret. “Or are you just trying to push me away because you're afraid?”

I pinched my nose, taking a deep breath, “You are still my boss, this can't happen." I strained to explain, my voice cracking. “Unlike you I wasn’t born into wealth, I had to scrape my way up from the bottom and I’ll be damned if I let you tarnish my reputation. Us even speaking right now is inappropriate, anyone could see this and report it to HR.”

I didn't expect him to understand my concerns at all, he came from money, I didn’t. We lived in different worlds. His was full of private jet rides, maids, chefs, his biggest worry was trying to take over his father’s company. My world was subway rides, living off of cheap coffee and struggling to make rent each month.

“Harper, you don't have to worry about any of that, I promise you. I'll take care of you. I am HR, everything goes through me,” he argued, gently taking my hands in his. The street lights illuminated his to appear a lighter honey color, “If you want this, I can make it work. We can make it work.” 

Could we make it work? If he was separated, it still wouldn't be easy. His life would still be entangled with his ex-wife until they officially got divorced. Would they even get divorced, what if they reconciled? He was still my boss, rumors spread quickly. Did I really want all my accomplishments to be tainted by him? 

“I need another drink,” I muttered, meticulously weighing out the pros and cons.

“Alright, let's get you another drink then. Let's ditch this gala, I can't stand to be around those people anymore,” He smirked victoriously, leaning in to meet my lips. 

“Not here,” I pressed my hands on his chest, even though I so desperately wanted him, “we can't be seen together in public. I don't need another scandal.”

“Okay,” He thought for a moment, I could practically see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find a way to keep me close to him, “Let's go back to my place, my chef can make us something to eat, since we missed dinner.”

I pressed my lips together, conflicted. Back to his place was suggesting more than just dinner. Everything was happening so quickly, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to dive headfirst into the unknown. But the alcohol pulsing through my blood spoke louder to me, overpowering all logic. After taking one look at his plump lips, flashbacks of our kiss came back to me. Right now I wanted him— badly. I didn’t care about the complications or risks that plagued my mind moments ago.

“I also have a fully stocked bar,” He enticed me, all my nervous thoughts seemed to melt away. It was the final push I needed, the reassurance that I could drown any remaining doubts in the haze of more alcohol.

“Lead the way,” I gave him a tentative smile.

“My driver is around back,” he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me to the car.

He opened the backdoor for me, and slid in next to me. He was pressed up beside me, his arm now around my waist, hand resting on my hip, his knee squished against mine. With the click of a button a partition separated us from his driver.

He turned to me, his gaze lingering on the silk gown that clung to my curves, "You look beautiful," he remarked, his voice soft and sincere. "The gown suits you perfectly."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at his compliment, a warmth spreading through me despite my efforts to remain composed. 

"You’re not the first person to check me out tonight," I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear lobe, “but you are the only person that didn’t make me feel nauseous after.”

"I waited all night to tell you that, from the minute you stepped foot into the hall," He confessed, "When I was making my speech, I could barely focus, seeing you sat there, looking like, like a fucking Greek godess."

“So why didn't you say it to me before?” I pouted, hearing the words I had been longing to hear all night. Not from the million other people there, but from him.

“Because I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if you were standing in front of me,” His voice was low, in my ear sending waves of heat down my spine, aching in between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm myself.

He brought a hand to my jaw cradling it, “you're so fucking beautiful,” He whispered, before crashing his lips into mine, the kiss was deep yet rough. He sucked my bottom lip, a low moan escaped me.

His hands roamed my body like they had a free pass. He squeezed my ass, eliciting a gasp out of me. The mixture of alcohol and lust in my system gave me the sudden confidence to pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, I battled with his tongue for dominance. 

“Kendall,” I breathed against his lips, “Your driver— he’s gonna hear….” I trailed off, losing my train of thought, as he began kissing down my neck, nipping and biting my sensitive skin, only stopping omcd the car was parked in front of his building. He stepped out offering me a hand, which I accepted, trying to calm my thrashing heart.

“God, this fucking dress was made for you,” He wrapped his arms around me, his hands resting on my ass, backing me up against the elevator wall, “Who did you wear it for?”

“I wore it for you,” I giggled, sticking my index finger in my mouth and slowly sucking it, letting it release slowly with a pop. I gently grazed my wet finger against his swollen cherry stained lips, attempting to fade away the remainder of my lipstick.

“Fuck,” He groaned, his grip tightening, “You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.” 

As we entered his penthouse, he leaned down to place a peck on my lips. He guided me to the kitchen. I was in awe of the size of it, covered in shining black marble, not a speck of dust in sight. Across from the kitchen, the sitting room had floor to ceiling glass windows wrapping around the entire length of the apartment. 

“Shit, I forgot I sent the chefs home tonight because I had intended to have dinner at the gala,” Kendall facepalmed, shooting me an apologetic look. 

“Hmm that’s okay. There was talk of a fully stocked bar, no? Or was that a lie too?” I needed something more to calm the nerves in the pit of my stomach. 

“Yes, that I do have,” He clasped his hands, rubbing them together.  

He had a small bar area at the end of the kitchen. There were endless shelves stocked with every type of spirit. Brands I couldn’t even pronounce, brands that I never even gave a second glance to in the liquor store, because I knew they were not in my price range. 

There were freshly cut lemons and limes, an ice bucket, a mini fridge stocked with mixers. So this is what heaven looks like. I climbed up over the counter, Kendall supported my hips up to lift me up, and I landed ungracefully on the other side with a thud. 

“What are you doing?” Kendall watched me with amusement.

I picked myself up, throwing a dish towel over my shoulder, “What can I get you?” 

“Fuck me, hottest fucking bartender ever.” He said with a crooked smile, taking a seat on one of the barstools. “I'll take a whiskey on the rocks. When's your shift done sweetheart?”

“I don’t mix business and pleasure,” I winked, turning around to shovel some ice into a glass, grabbing one of the many bottles of expensive whiskey he had, pouring it in. I plonked a slice of lemon in it for a garnish, “And viola, there you are sir, your whiskey on the rocks.”

“Add it to my tab,” He took a sip, ”And what will the beautiful lady be drinking?”

“Hmmm, well I’ve been drinking gin tonight, but why not spice it up with some whiskey,” I made myself a drink identical to Kendall’s. I took a sip to admire my hard work and almost gagged as the corrosive liquid burned down my throat

“That is fucking horrible, how are you drinking it,” I gagged again, thinking it was a good idea to smell it and let it burn my nose too. 

“Hey don't blame the drink, blame the bartender,” He shrugged, “Add some mixer, there's coke in the fridge.”  

The coke made it a bit more bearable, but it still tasted like nail polish remover. I climbed over the bar again to seat myself on the barstool beside him.

Taking another sip of my drink, my nose scrunched up in disgust, “I don't know why you and your brother like Whiskey so much.”

“Oh, you met Roman?” He laughed, “I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

“Yeah he's, definitely, interesting to say the least.” 

Thinking back to the gala, I remembered Steve, “Oh shit, the gala, I ditched my date, fuck. One second.”

I frantically pulled my phone out seeing the endless messages from Steve. I let him know that I had a run in with Will and was back home safe and sound, before turning my attention back to Kendall who had a quizzical look on his face.

“So this date of yours, was it the guy who was harassing you before?” He furrowed his brows, as he gripped his glass, the veins in his forearm almost bursting.

“Fuck no, my date was Steve. The guy outside….” I tilted my head back and downed the remainder of my whiskey, “was my ex-fiance.”

Kendall realized this was a difficult conversation for me. He silently reached over bringing the bottle of whiskey and coke to the counter.

“I don't even know what he was doing there,” I ran a hand through my hair. Kendall refilled my glass, which I thanked him for.  

“Let me see your wrist,” He demanded, holding his hand out, gently inspecting the redness around my skin, he brought it to his lips kissing all over. 

I crossed my legs trying to stop the ache that had reawoken in me. He delicately massaged my wrist, I wished he would sooth my throbbing core like that. 

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” There was darkness in his eyes, his teeth were clenched, but his touch was so soft in comparison.

I shook my head, taking another gulp of my drink. “Not physically at least, so it's fine,” I waved it off, not waiting to dwell on Will's malignant existence any longer

“So uh, how much money did we raise tonight?” I changed the topic. 

“No fucking clue. My family is gonna be pissed that I left early. You're a bad influence on me,” He teased, refilling his glass.

“Me?” I shook my head in disbelief, “If anything you're a bad influence on me. You made me ditch poor Steve.” 

“Uh-huh, well you shouldn't have gone with him in the first place,” his jealousy was making an appearance again, “If you went with me, I would have made sure no one came within a 10 meter radius of you, your glass would have never been empty, and nobody would dare let their eyes linger on you for more than a second if you were on my arm.” 

His cockiness usually repulsed me, but in a strange turn of events it turned me on? 

“I'll keep that in mind for next time,” I felt my cheeks flush, partially from the alcohol but also from his possessiveness over me.

“So there’s gonna be a next time, huh?” He grinned from ear to ear.

We continued chatting, Kendall started getting deep and telling me about his family, his childhood, his failed marriage. He kept prying about my personal life, trying to get to know more about me. I reluctantly gave him a few short responses. 

We ended up on the sofa, comfortably sat next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another. I leaned back in the seat resting my eyes, as the room began to spin slightly. Kendall took another swig from the bottle, we had long ditched our glasses on the counter. The conversation drifted back to our exes, and this time I was too drunk to hold back, as was Kendall.

He handed the bottle back to me, “Yea, being married fucking sucks ass,” He threw up his arms in exasperation, “I fucking married the wrong person. But at the time, I was like fuck yeah this feels fucking right. This feels like forever.”

“Yeah, I like, really and I mean, like really, really dodged a bullet there. I’m like, not even mad about it. Fuck getting married,” I nodded, agreeing with him.

“100 fucking percent, fuck marriage. It ruined me.”

“But like, you’re still married? Why? Just like get a fucking divorce?” 

“It’s complicated. I want to and so does she, but it’s just— pass me the fucking bottle,” He closed his eyes, taking another gulp, not even phased by it, “But it’s just fucking hard.”

“What like, don’t tell me you’re still in love with her,” I gasped, covering my mouth.

“No— no, I mean, I do love her. I’m always gonna have love for her. I’ve known her for 15 fucking years. But I don’t know, I want her to be happy,” He sighed undoing his bow tie and collar, “But we are getting a divorce, that is definitely fucking happening.”

“Mhmm,” I gave him a fist bump.

“And fucking what about Bill? What’s his deal?”

“Ugh him again,” I groaned, not even bothering to correct Kendall, “I think you have a crush on him, you bring him up more than me.”

“Come on, you just heard about my failed marriage, stop being so fucking cagey,” he playfully shoved my shoulder.

“Pass me the fucking bottle,” He handed it over to me and I took a swing of it, hissing as it made its way down my oesophagus.

“Fine, what about him? We were together since I was like 19 or maybe 20 I think. Or actually maybe 18? I don’t know, I met him in college. But I used to be a fucking idiot back then, like I’m talking crackhead level stupid. I made so many bad decisions he was definitely the fucking worst one,” I continued rambling. “It was good at first you know, he said what I wanted to hear, did what I asked of him,” I hiccuped between words, reliving my past relationship, “But like, at the same time, it wasn’t?” 

Yeah, for sure,” He nodded, leaning back against the sofa with his hands resting behind his head, looking over at me, his eyes barely open, “College is the real thing to blame. You know? That’s where I met Rava and you met what’s his face.”

“You’re dead right,” I snapped my fingers, his words making complete sense in my barely functioning brain, “It’s like maybe stop fucking around and open like a book or something.” 

We continued talking about everything and anything, coming up with our own philosophies that were so illogical but they made sense to us. Between us we shared one singular brain cell, after both consuming an unhealthy amount of whiskey.

Wanting to put my feet up on the sofa, I attempted to unbuckle the straps of my heels, but failed miserably. I let out an over-dramatic sigh, lying back on the sofa and stretching my legs, bringing my feet to rest in his lap. 

“Can you get these off please,” I batted my lashes up at him.  

“Fuck, why is there so many fucking buckles,” He grumbled as he attempted to undo the singular buckle, concentrating like he was deactivating a bomb. 

He gave up and brought it up to his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, letting my aching foot free, his hot breath on my skin sent an electric shock up my leg. He did the same with the other foot. Before looking over to me with a sinister grin and started tickling me.

“KENDALL STOP,” I shrieked, thrashing and kicking away his hands. Attempting to get my revenge I pounced on him, my fingertips tickling his neck, I was practically straddling him. 

He grabbed both my hands in his. I felt him hardening under me, I grabbed his neck, closing the gap between us. He kissed me back with hunger, like he had been deprived of food and water for weeks. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His touch was more rough now, his fingers caressed my ass, kneading it like fine dough.

He pulled me closer to the pine scent of his body, a cigarette smoked not so long ago lingering on his shirt. I began subconsciously grinding my hips against the tent in his pants, trying desperately to create some friction to soothe my throbbing centre. His warm hands slid under the skirt of my dress, rubbing them up and down my thighs, inching them higher each time. His fingers were getting dangerously close to my soaking panties, my breath hitched. Feeling my body tense against his, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Kendall ….” I said breathlessly. I looked down, feeling embarrassed, “I haven’t done this in a while. Like in a really, really long time actually.” 

“Hey, hey it’s okay baby,” He released my thighs, bringing his hands out from under my dress and nudging my chin up to meet his gaze. Hearing the sweet nickname fall from his mouth turned me on even more.

“I’m just nervous,” I admitted feeling shy.

“Why? You don’t have to be nervous, I'll take care of you,” He pressed his lips to my temple.

“I’ve only been intimate with like one person.” 

“You’re so fucking innocent,” he brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear, “We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Just tell me to stop,” His voice was rich and frail, as he empathized. He pulled my body into an adorning embrace, holding me like I was made of glass.

“No, but I want this. I want you. Can we just take it slow?” 

The realization was prominent, that there would be no going back, once I went through with it. But at that moment I wasn’t thinking clearly, I didn’t care, I just wanted him.

His body relaxed moderately as he soothed his hands up and down my back, almost as if to assure himself of the words he had just heard. 

His lips met mine again, he got up from the sofa, hoisting me up, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to his room. The anticipation of what was to come overwhelmed me, my heart beating out of my chest.

He gently placed me on the bed, lying me down on my back as he hovered over me, lips not leaving mine once. I traced his firm chest with my fingertips, drawing him into me. He began kissing down my neck, smiling against my skin as I let out a soft moan. Leaving a trail of kisses down to my cleavage. My dress shielded my breasts, nipples already hard through the fabric.

He brought his hands to the straps of my dress, “Can I take this off?” I nodded, no longer capable of getting any words out, my mind foggy with lust.

“So beautiful, so fucking perfect,” He pulled down my dress, admiring my exposed breasts, the cold air quickly replaced by his wet mouth as he sucked on my nipple, twirling his tongue around, cupping my other breast, squeezing it tight. Swapping over to the other, placing sloppy kisses, pushing it deeper in his mouth savoring every inch of skin. My hands tugged at his hair as pleasure took over me.

To know that I was beautiful in his eyes, made me feel beautiful. 

“Kendall,” I gasped as he bit and nipped at my scorching skin. His free hand moved down from my hip to caress my inner thigh, ghosting over my panties. 

“Kendall please?” I begged, so needy for his touch, spreading my legs wider for him, grinding my hips up. 

He unlatched his mouth from my breast, “Is this okay?” He locked eyes with me, his hand rubbing up and down over my fabric of my panties

“Yes— yes.  perfect,” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Suspense bubbled in me, he was going so painfully slow. He slid my panties to the side, gently and languildy his fingers expertly teased my clit, rubbing soothing circles. 

“Your so fucking wet, baby. How does that feel?” He cooed, my mind couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. It felt so good, I hadn’t been touched like this in so long, I was so deprived. “Does it feel good?”

“So good,” I sighed. “Feels so good Ken-“ the words got cut off in my throat as he moved his digits towards my slit. 

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He was enjoying this, a lazy smile playing at his lips as he watched me squirm. 

His eyes burned into mine, seeing me so needy for him, so desperate for his touch, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Come on, use your words,” I should've known that he would make me beg, I should've known that he would be so good to me.

“Yes, please— please just-“ He pushed his middle finger inside me, “Just like that,” I cried out as he pumped a finger in and out of me. My mind felt hazy, he added another finger, stretching me out, pumping faster now, curling his fingers as I let out a string of moans. I whined my disappointment as he removed his fingers from me, missing the fullness. 

“I need to taste you, let me taste you,” He pleaded, getting on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. 

He hiked my dress up to my waist, hooking his fingers under my panties and pulling them down my legs, revealing my smooth mound. Panic rose in my chest, it was moving too fast, I sat up feeling self-conscious. 

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you,” He murmured, pressing a hand down on my chest to lay me back down.

“Let me take care of you,” He began kissing up my inner thigh, gripping his hands firmly around my hips holding me in place. He worked his way closer and closer, eventually leaning in ever so slowly and licked all the way up my slit, tasting me.

My eyes fluttered shut as he placed his hot mouth on my clit, sucking it like a pacifier, the fuzz of his stubble tickling me lightly. I could feel the pressure building up inside me, I ran my hands through this hair grasping it softly as he continued lapping his tongue up and down my slit greedily, fucking me with his tongue. His tongue travelled lower and lower, gently grazing over my tight rosebud.

“Have you ever had your ass eaten?” He looked up at me.

“No,” I squirmed, he sensed my uneasiness. 

“Do you want to feel good, baby?” He asked circling his tongue around my wrinkled rosebud again, it felt fucking good, sending shivers up my spine.

“Yes, please— please make me feel good,” I begged between gasps. He gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, to give himself more access as continued to worship my tight pink bud.

He opened his mouth letting a string of spit fall down and pool down, “Just relax baby.” 

“Kendall,” I whimpered, as he inserted 2 digits in me again. My quivering walls grasped his fingers tightly. I was grinding my hips against him, my aching clit deprived of his attention. I needed him everywhere all at once. He brought his face back in between my legs, devouring me, sucking every crease, crevice and fold before latching onto my clit again. He alternated between fast and slow flicks of affection. 

Hearing the sounds of his wet tongue on me continued building up the pressure in my lower abdomen, getting tighter and tighter. My senses heightened and my hands desperately fisted the bed sheets.

“You're so close aren't you, baby? Cum on my face,” His dirty talk, sending me over the edge, my back arching into him.

I threw my head against the mattress, eyes rolling back. My mind exploded in a white, pleasure filled haze as the sensations from his relentless assault on my clit while simultaneously pumping 2 digits in me. 

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, grinding my hips against his face, I rode out my high. Legs trembling as he continued to finger me though my orgasm, he hummed in satisfaction against my clit. He removed his hands from me, placing one final tender kiss on my sensitive clit, making me jump.

He caressed my face as I panted for air, “You did so good, baby,” He cooed, stroking hair. He placed a tender kiss on my lips, making me taste myself.

I regained some composure bringing a shaky hand up and palming at his hardness through his pants. 

“Fuck,” He groaned burying his head into my neck. 

I hastily undid his belt buckle, he helped me shimmy his trousers and boxers off, his cock sprung out bouncing against his stomach. I wriggled out from under him, flipping us over to straddle him, rubbing my wetness against his dick.

“Fucking so good baby,” He sat up, undoing my zipper with a quick motion of his fingers and tossing my dress over his shoulder. I was fully exposed now, I felt so naked, so bare in front of him as I covered my face with my hands, feeling so small. 

He brought my hands down, stroking my cheek with his thumb, “You just came on my face, don't get shy on me now.” 

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, and threw it on the ground. Bringing my fingers to his thick cock, a few veins ran up his shaft, the swollen pink head dripping with precum. I started pumping him, locking eyes with him as I spat down on his cock for some lubrication, he hissed, grabbing my hips tightly.

A surge of courage took over me, pushing him down on the bed, I lifted my hips hovering over his cock, I grabbed it rubbing it up and down my slit, he gaped up at me. I lined it up against my entrance, ready to lower myself on him, he held my hips in place stopping me.

“You want to ride me? Are you sure Harper? You don't have to.” His eyes grew with concern.

“No, I want to. I want to ride you, Kendall. Please just let me ….let me make you feel good,” I whined.

He sighed agreeing, keeping his eyes on me as I lowered myself down on him, he was so much bigger than Will, so much thicker, I could only take him a little at a time. Soft moans left my mouth as I was half way down his cock, his firm grip on my hips being the only thing keeping me up right, stopping me from crumbling down, as the sensation of his thick cock mixed with the alcohol pulsing through me was making me feel lightheaded.

“You're doing so good,” He groaned, momentarily shutting his eyes, “So good baby, taking my cock so well,” He let me work at my own pace, his breathing quickened slightly.

“I know you can take me, all of me,” He encouraged me. I lifted up off him again, and sank back down, taking all of him, the stretch was far too intense. He was so deep in me, I could feel him in the pit of my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my whimpers. My lips unintentionally curled into a slight frown.

“Are you okay?” He sat up, rubbing a hand up and down my spine.

"Ow, yes. You’re just— just a lot to take,” I winced, looking down at him through heavy eyelids, trying to adjust to his length and girth, but I could barely move at this angle without feeling the sting of pain. He swiftly flipped us over, cock still engulfed deep in me as my head crashed onto the soft pillows. 

“It’s okay baby, let me take care of you,” He murmured, between soft kisses on my trembling lips, “I’ll be so gentle,” He reassured me, showering my face with kisses, his thumb wiping away stray tears from my cheeks. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes,” I took a deep breath in, wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck.

He pulled out of me, sinking back in me ever so slowly. “Fuck your so tight,” He hissed. 

I cried out, feeling so full again. His balls rested against my core with his cock sheathed all the way in, I took in slow, shallow breaths, attempting to soothe the burning away. I could feel each inch of him, each ridge, each curve of his meaty cock inside me.

“You're doing so good, baby. You feel so good,” He groaned in my ear, his voice was strained, like he was holding himself back for me. 

He pulled all the way out again and plunged back in a few more times, letting my walls accommodate him. Careful not to thrust, taking his time, being so patient, so gentle just like he promised.

“Kendall, please,” I moaned, dragging my nails down his back, the pain melted away, pleasure overtaking me as the tip of his cock, hit a spot deep in me, igniting a fire that only he could put out. My walls were practically pulsating around him now, begging for more.

“What is it baby?” He asked, searching my eyes. 

“Fuck me,” I rasped, my eyes fluttering shut. After gaining my approval he sighed in relief and thrusted his cock in me harder. My eyes flew open, I gasped digging my nails into his biceps. His fingers dug into my hips, I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing to feel him deeper, quivering under him.

“Feels so good Ken,” I moaned in his mouth, at some point our lips must have entangled again. His eyes never leaving mine, praises of encouragement falling from his lips.

“You look so good taking my cock, such a good girl,” Overwhelmed, my body trembled with each thrust, stretching me out, the waves of pleasure flooding me whole, coursing through me. Broken breaths paired with his name fell from my lips, parted slightly.

His cock dwelled deeper in me, my taut muscles milking his cock, “Listen to the sounds you're making, baby,” The sounds my cunt made each time he pumped in were so sinful. Hearing the word baby fall from his lips made me even wetter.

I let out a string of embarrassingly loud moans, not being able to  find a singular word in the English language to describe the euphoric feeling. He jerked faster, his cock throbbing in me, muffled moans scattering his breath. His sizeable dick sliding into my wetness with ease now, like he fucking owned it.

My breasts bounced under him, as he fucked me mercilessly his cock splitting me inch by inch, it felt so good I was seeing stars. He pressed his face to my chest, placing sweet kisses, tasting my salty skin, kissing up my neck.

“I need more,” I panted, as he continued pounding into me. He released one of his hands from my hips and brought it to my swollen nun, rubbing aggressive circles. I was in complete bliss, “Don't stop,” I begged. 

“Ken I’m-”

“Fuck me too,” sweat beaded across his forehead, his skin flushed pink. “Cum for me baby, you've been so good, you deserve it. Let go for me, just let go.” 

Hearing his praise sent me over the edge again, as I let out incoherent moans and gasps. He groaned as I dug my nails into him, drawing blood. He drew back, balancing on his knees, grabbing my ankles and throwing them over his shoulders, he fucked me relentlessly, with harsh thrusts as I rode out my high clenching around his unforgiving cock.

“Good girl, you’re so good, you’re my good girl,” he panted, talking me through it, “That’s right. Just like that, let it all out, baby.”

I practically sobbed feeling each curve of his cock as he buried himself deeper into me, tears pricking my eyes. He let out a haggard breath before pulling out and releasing on my stomach, collapsing on me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. I ran my hands through his hair soothing him as his chest heaved against mine. 

“Fuck,” He rolled off me to lay beside me, he cradled my jaw, pressing a tender kiss on my lips, “You're fucking amazing.” 

He got up leaving the room and returned in his boxers carrying a damp towel. He gently grazed my skin, cleaning up his mess. He was doing exactly what he said he would, taking care of me. He dabbed the towel over my abused cunt, I winced feeling the soreness his girth left behind.

“Sorry. Do you need anything?” His eyes softened.                           

         

“Water please,” I rasped, smiling as he scurried off. No one had ever taken care of me like this before, not even the man who claimed to love me. I retrieved my panties bunched up on the ground, sliding them on before throwing on Kendall’s button down.

He returned with a cold bottle of water, leading me back to the bed, he drew the comforter back, pulling me under with him. I winced again coming in contact with the mattress. I pressed the water bottle between my legs, trying to soothe the stinging. 

Kendall’s brows furrowed in concern, he wrapped an arm around my waist, turning to face me. “Fuck, sorry, was I uh, too rough?” He asked with apologetic eyes.

“No, no you were perfect,” I let out a small laugh, seeing him get so worried, “She’s just out of practice,” I gestured between my legs.

“Is there anything I can do?” He glanced down at the water bottle, “To uh, help her I guess.” 

“She’ll be fine, don’t worry,” I reassured him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. 

“Listen, thank you for the lovely evening, but I like, have to get going now,” I slithered off the bed, trying to keep my weight off my pelvis. 

I stood up, my legs still wobbling from the aftershocks of the not one but two ground shattering orgasms I received.

“What? No, you don’t have to leave. Stay,” Kendall sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips pulling me into him from behind, his cheek resting on my ass. 

“I can’t, Kendall, we both have work in the morning and I can’t show up in that dress,” I argued, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 

“I wouldn’t mind it if you showed up to work everyday in that dress,” I felt him smiling against my exposed skin.

“Kendall seriously…” He pulled me down onto his lap gently placing a hand between my legs, cupping around my soreness, relieving some pressure off it. My back was pressed against his chest, he rested his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his other arm around my waist.

“Baby, it’s Saturday tomorrow,” His chuckle vibrated through my entire body, “Please just stay, you're drunk and walking like Bambi. Just let me take care of you Harper.” 

How could I say no to his sweet words? I begrudgingly agreed and got back under the covers with him, he kept his arms around me, holding me close. 

“You’re impossible?” I rolled my eyes. 

“I always get what I want,” He smirked. 

I shifted lifting his arm off me, “I need to go get—“

“What? What do you need? I'll get it,” He cut me off. “You stay here and rest,” His tone was stern.

“My phone,” I said sheepishly. 

And without another word, he rushed off again, returning moments later with my clutch in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He put it between my legs holding it in place.

I closed my heavy eyelids sighing in relief, “You're so good to me Ken,” I whispered resting my head on his chest before dozing off.

“You deserve it and so much more baby.

Chapter 4 and onwards

[mugiwara-lucy]

So....this little nugget came out Thursday Evening and in it; Trump says he's solely planning rallies in Democratic cities for the remainder of the month.

Now initially I spent yesterday wondering what the point was because Illinois, California and ESPECIALLY New York would NEVER turn Red. No matter how many MAGAts are in those cities. BUT someone told me something interesting; this could be a way to spark some kind of "war" between his supporters and the Dems. Remember not even a week ago he said how it would be "dangerous" for Harris supporters to identify themselves:

He's NO DOUBT trying to incite violence into Harris supporters. I've been threatened TWICE offline since that happened but are we gonna let him scare us into NOT voting for Harris? FUCK NO! She is ALL that is standing between America turning into a Christian Theoretical Dictatorship.

And my advice for anyone living in these cities that Trump is gonna have rallies in; do NOT engage with these people and don't even protest at his rallies. Just ignore him please. Because that's ALL he wants is attention and if you ignore him and don't feed into him like Harris and Obama does, he lashes out like a petulant child.

With all that said and done, here is the link below to register to vote along with the deadlines varying by state! Also, your own vote isn’t enough! Get as many people as you can to vote for Kamala be it your friends, cousins, parents, grandparents, old friends from high school and college, coworkers, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, stepchildren (if they’re 18 and over) and the list goes on and on but every vote counts! ALSO PLEASE check your registration DAILY because MAGA WILL purge your voter registration!!!

And early voting has started! And if you don’t wanna vote on November 5th, Early Voting is another option! Like I said get as many people as you know and try early voting that way you can avoid MAGA fuckery on November 5th! Down below is a list of dates by state:

And Mail in Ballots are ANOTHER option I highly recommend!! And like I said get as many people as you can to take advantage of this option! BUT if you decide to go with Mail In/Absentee Ballots; PLEASE mail your ballots at the ACTUAL USPS office!! That way MAGAts won't fuck with it.

And if you’re an American who lives overseas; PLEASE use the option of voting overseas since I know every country other than North Korea, Russia and China do NOT want to see Trump’s stinky ass back in the Oval Office! Here’s a link below:

Let's beat Trump AT THE BALLOT BOX and we can be DONE with him FINALLY after NINE YEARS!!

Thank You.

[ivrousae]

✧ S.HB Bilingual SMAU snippet!

Where in a junior architecture major got together with her senior who’s also the leader of one of the organizations in campus, Sung Hanbin, or who she likes to call “kak abin” !

- languages: bahasa indonesia & english

- pairings: sung hanbin x fem!o.c

- featuring: Liz & Rei IVE, Gunwook ZB1

- warnings: cursing in b.indo, the personality i gave Liz IVE in this story DOES NOOOTTT apply to her actual personality irl AT ALL, i love her guys, she’s my ive bias, it’s all for the story😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻

- a/n: this is still beta, so anything can change because it’s bilingual, just tell me if you want some things to change or if you have any requests❤️❤️❤️

- find the english chat translations at: @mioujon !! (SUPPORT HER GUYS)

( english version of the chat )

After Hanbin went downstairs to the meeting room, he saw Liz and Rei talking to Gunwook, when they saw Hanbin approaching, Liz walked closer to him, “Bin, look! Prop kita buat besok di jatohin cewe kamu” ( “Bin, look! Your girlfriend broke the prop for tomorrow” ) She pouted, trying to get Hanbin’s attention “Ga mungkin, aluna dari tadi di perpus” ( “No way, aluna has been in the library the whole time” ) “Ya aluna rusakin nya kemaren kali, dia doang yang masuk ruang meeting” ( “Well maybe aluna broke it yesterday, she’s the only one who came in here” ) “Dia masuk kesini karena aku suruh ambilin handphone, dia ga bakal berani nyentuh prop, Liz.” ( “She only came in here because i told her to take my phone, she wont be brave enough to even touch the props, Liz.” ) “Just because she’s your girlfriend, you don’t have to defend her like that” She scoffed.

“I heard my name, did I do something?” Aluna asked when she entered the door “Hello? knock?” Liz rolled her eyes “Lo kenapa sih?” ( “Dude what’s wrong with you?” ) Gunwook whispered, gently pushing her shoulders, Hanbin glanced at Liz, but his eyes quickly softens when he looked at Aluna, “Did you break a prop?” he asked nicely “Huh? Which prop?” Aluna asked confusedly, “Aduh jujur aja sih, kemaren kamu ga sengaja ngerusak prop event kita kan?” ( “Ugh just be honest, You accidentally broke a prop for our event yesterday right?” ) Liz said to Aluna, trying to make Aluna cover up her mistake.

Gunwook saw Liz coming out of the meeting room all panicked yesterday, and he came inside to check the room and saw that she have broke the prop, but she’s putting the blame on Aluna now. Being the good friend he is, Gunwook told Hanbin about what happened the other day, giving him a clear explanation of the truth.

“Oh..Iya, itu aku ga sengaja rusakin” ( “Oh..yeah, I accidentaly broke that” ) Aluna spoke out hesitantly, Liz have always been like this towards Aluna, the reason being that she has a crush on Hanbin like all the other girls in campus, and she thinks that she deserves Hanbin more than a stupid junior, meanwhile Aluna has never been the brave type, especially towards her seniors, meaning that she’ll take the blame when it comes to these situations. “Tuh kan, udah dibilang!” ( “See, I told you!” ) Liz scoffed, showing a satisfied expression, “I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it” Aluna sighed, Hanbin could only look at her, it hurts him to see his girlfriend being like this, “Yaudah aku pulang duluan ya? Besok aku gantiin kok kak” ( “I’ll be heading home then? I’ll make up for it, It’ll be done by tomorrow” ) Aluna forced out a smile before giving a bow to Liz and the others, walking out the room to go downstairs.

Hanbin sighed at Liz, chasing his girlfriend out the room, “Aluna, kamu harusnya jangan mau disalahin terus” ( “Aluna, you shouldn’t take the blame all the time” ) “Gapapa kok kak, daripada tambah ribet” ( “It’s fine, just get it over with” ) Aluna replied “Aku aja yang nganterin, udah gelap di luar, bahaya kalo kamu pulang sendiri” ( “I’ll take you home, It’s already dark outside, it’ll be dangerous if you go by yourself” ) “Udah gausah kak” ( “No it’s fine” ) “I’ll just order a cab” Aluna smiled, walking down the stairs, “Babe, be careful, yeah?” Hanbin spoke out “Iyaaa kak abinnnn” ( “Okayy hanbinnn” )

Hanbin aggressively opened the door of the meeting room, “Maksud lo nyalahin orang gitu buat apa ya?” ( “What was the purpose of you blaming things on others like that?” ) Hanbin shouted, “What do you mean?” Liz acted shocked, “Gausah pura pura goblok, kalo besok lo masih gabisa ngaku, gue bisa aja ngeluarin lo dari organisasi, ngerti ga?” ( “Don’t act stupid, if you still can’t admit that you’re wrong by tomorrow, I have the power to kick you out of this organization, understand?” ) Hanbin spoke out aggressively, showing a panicked expression on Liz’s face “Prop nya benerin sendiri, gausah nyuruh-nyuruh cewe gue ganti” ( “Fix the prop yourself, don’t ask my girlfriend to do it for you” ) Hanbin sighed, walking out of the meeting room before taking out his phone to text Aluna.

( english version of the chat )

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[atinyjules]

Broken Melodies: Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-10}

A/n: welcome to chapter 10! For those who have been reading this series for the start, THANK YOU! So without any further delay!

Here it iss

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

After coming to an agreement to cooperate, two days past and the day of the camping trip finally arrived. The Na siblings were currently waiting in the bus stop near their place when Jaemin cleared his throat and poked his still half asleep sister's cheek to get her attention.

"Yah...stay awake." He said while gently shaking her by the shoulder.

"Hm?" Eunbi hummed in response making Jaemin groan before scooting closer to her and letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

"This is why you should've slept early yesterday." He said with a small smile that grew when she hummed lazily making Jaemin ruffle Eunbi's hair and then pat it.

After waiting for about 30 minutes the bus finally arrived forcing Eunbi to get up and drag her luggage to the bus. Jaemin being the good big brother he was put the bigger luggages into the compartment for her and let Eunbi hold onto the small duffle bag for support as she sat on the window side of an empty seat.

Being one of the first people to get on, her group of friends were still not in the bus so she got a seat to herself and slept.

Eunbi's

I was sleeping peacefully when the bus stopped, probably students. I was awake but not...? I was awake but my eyes were shut, too tired to wake up and interact. But my peaceful sleep was disrupted when someone pulled my duffle bag from my grasp slowly and sat down next to me making me groan and open my eyes to see Jeno.

"Have you ever thought about the fact that someone was sleeping peacefully before you came along?" I said in a soft and sleepy voice making him sigh as he placed my head on his shoulder.

"Go back to sleep Miss grumpy." He said in a soft tone.

"Give me your jacket." I said in a groggy voice, clutching the sleeve of his jacket.

"No." Jeno said making me sigh in frustration but forget about it as I drifted back to sleep.

×××

Jeno's

After she drifted off to sleep I sighed in defeat and pulled down my duffle bag from the compartment with the help of the strap and pulled out my warm jacket. I looked at Eunbi who lightly snored making a small smile appear on my face as I put the jacket on her, covering her upper body till her hip.

"Jeno-ah~" I widened my eyes as Xiaolian entered the bus clad in a warm black puffer jacket and an all black outfit.

She looks so good.

"Hey.." I said in a soft voice as she sat on the seat opposite to mine, alone.

"Will you sit with me please?" She said in a sweet tone making me blush when Renjun also entered the bus.

"Don't you know that he has a girlfriend? Oh wait...you're blind." Renjun said in a nonchalant manner making her hit him lightly.

"What? I was just asking." She said as I stared at Renjun who sat in front of my seat.

"Hence proved." Renjun said before putting on his sunglasses making me poke the back of his head.

"Stop being a bitch or else I'm telling Eunbi." He said to me in a hushed and warning tone making me huff.

After a while I got bored so I looked over to Xiaolian who was listening to music.

"It must be boring right? Eunbi's been sleeping like a corpse for the past hour." Xiaolian said making me chuckle.

"Yeah kind of." I confessed making her smile before taking out a heart shaped cherry lollipop.

"Here, I had an extra." She said making me thank her and take it before she opened hers and began sucking on it.

Yuri's

Jerk. His girlfriend is right there on his shoulder and he's talking to the girl his girlfriend hates. He even took a heart shipped candy from him...A HEART. Just you wait till Bi finds out.

I pulled out my phone and silently took videos and clicked pictures of Jeno staring at Xiaolian who was obviously sucking her lollipop slowly on purpose.

"Send!" I exclaimed in a whisper before looking at them with narrow eyes.

"No one can treat my best friend like that, not on my watch." I whispered when I felt a stare. I turned to look at Haechan who stared at me weirdly from his seat right behind Bi's before slowly turning back to the front.

💫 Eunbi Protection Squad 💫

Haechan👽: Yuri, the fuck do you think you're doing? You look like a stalker...

Me: Gathering information for Bi! You're sitting right there, don't you see how they're behaving?!?

Haechan 👽 is typing...

Haechan👽: Oh my gosh! Why do you think I've been looking towards you?

Me: Because you're a creep??

Haechan👽: 🤣🤣 if anyone is a creep..☺️ it's you.

Me: shut up and distract them!

Renjun 👽 2 is typing...

Renjun 👽 2 : STOP TEXTING. Can't a man even sleep? Geez!

Me: RENJUN! Say something offensive to them!

Haechan 👽: yeah!!

Renjun 👽 2 : Nope.

Me: Aww is lil baby scared?

Renjun 👽 2 is typing...

Renjun 👽 2: TAKE IT BACK.

Haechan 👽: Only if you can prove to us that you know how to roast Xiaolian.

Renjun 👽 2 is typing...

Renjun 👽 2: watch.me.

"Bié zài duì jié nuò cǎiqǔ xíngdòngle hǎo ma?" Renjun said something in Chinese to Xiaolian who smirked at Renjun's words, not understanding a word I shook my seat buddy Chenle.

"Hm?" He said while smiling at his phone.

"What did he say?" I asked Chenle as he sat straight.

"Wèishéme? Nǐ hàipà jié nuò kěnéng bǐ nà ēn fēi gèng xǐhuān wǒ ma?" Xiaolian replied as I looked at Chenle.

"Renjun asked Xiaolian to not make moves on Jeno and she replied asking if he was scared that Jeno might like her more than Eunbi." Chenle said quietly only for me to hear.

"Nǐ yīzhí bàoyuàn nǐ de mèimei shì duōme de xiǎo sì, dàn tā jīběn shàng shì cóng nǐ nàlǐ xué lái de." Renjun said in a teasing tone as all the chinese in the bus gasped, some laughing, Chenle was one of the people laughing.

"He just called Xiaolian a xiao sì, we use that term for women who target married men or men who are in a committed relationship. " Chenle said and laughed making me join him as I sent Renjun a thumbs up.

"So what did he say?"

"He said that she always complains about her younger sister being a xiao sì when it must've been Xiaolian who taught her that." Chenle said making me cover my mouth and look at him in shock.

"Nǐ zhège dà zuǐbā!" Xiaolian raised her voice suddenly.

"Called Renjun a big mouth." Chenle said while eating a bag of popcorn making me look at him with an 'are you serious?' face. At Xiaolian's words Renjun just laughed.

"Mù jiào hǎo de nǚ hà." Renjun said calmly before going back to his book.

"Chinese slang for a girl who is rude and not educated well. Literally translated to an untrained girl." Chenle said as I thanked him and looked at him in awe.

"You know how to explain the words so well." I said as he gave me his card.

"500 dollars per session. Call me if you're interested in learning chinese." He said making me gasp.

"500 per class is crazy!"

"WE'RE HERE!!" Haechan suddenly exclaimed.

It's a slow burn so it'll take a whole for the real feelings to appear but! Yuri is such a goal! Like she's so weet and loyal...I wish people like her existed in reality 🥹💖

that's it for this chapter!💖✨️

Taglist: @multifandomania @chenlesfeetpic

I hope you guys liked it! For the chinese segment I just used the romanized version since the characters got mixed up.

Chapter 11 can be found here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖✨️

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @debauchfairy, @realmackross TIMING: After the Elora Breakup & Jade debacle. SUMMARY: Mack goes out for some pity shopping at Covet Couture and to see (not) Fashion Daddy for a little support. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

Aside from a trip to The Sugar Pot, Mackenzie had remained holed up in her home. But even that was starting to get to her. There had been so many reminders of Elora, and despite an underlying fear that lingered of Jade and the possibility of her trying to kill Mackenzie again, she knew she needed another trip out to be around people. Even zombie’s could go stir crazy. So there was one person she knew could instantly cheer her up. Plus it couldn’t hurt to pity shop either while she was there.

Hearing the bell ring out through the nearly empty store, except for a few people browsing in the back, Mackenzie found herself scanning the entire shop looking for one person. When she finally laid eyes on him, she made her way in his direction, “Yeah, you do realize that shirt you’re wearing is sooooo last season it hurts, right?” A sad smile came over her face as she moved closer towards Kieran waiting for his smartass retort.

—

Kieran was in the middle of charming an older lady, no supernatural charm required, when a familiar voice distracted the well picked compliments - most of them focused on the clothing more so than the customer, he’d really struggled to find something likable about her that didn’t involve the sharp stabs of lies as punishment. “Go see how you feel about the other color?” he instructed the woman, voice smooth as velvet. That woman would damn well purchase both colors of the shirt with how boring the anecdotes she’d subjected Kieran to had been. “Don’t talk shit unless it’s accurate, Ross,” he then chided in Mackenzie’s direction, his previous smile of ‘customer service’ turning a bit more genuine but faltering slightly when he noticed hers wasn’t. 

Raising an eyebrow, Kieran gestured with his head for her to follow him off to the side, settling against the door to the staff entrance. “Why do you look like you’re wearing something last season, though? And before you answer, just remember that active listening is not one of my many skills.”

—

Mackenzie always admired the way Kieran would turn on a smile for his customers. She had known that feeling all too well with her career, and sometimes it just felt easier, but not today. Today was harder. And so was yesterday and so would be the next day. But one thing she had gotten good at was hiding, so when her friend motioned her over to a potential escape route to the back of the store that was “off limits”, she cherished it, whether or not he intended for her to be there, “You know, that doesn’t surprise me. Sometimes you remind me of Dug from Up! with your squirrel! mentality.” She laughed softly, before it faded.

Standing quietly for a moment, she tried to figure out the best way to word the situation she was in. It was easy. Well, the Elora part was easy. The Jade part, not so much. Not unless Mack wanted to tell Kieran she was a zombie, so without struggling to further think on it, she went with the easiest choice, “My girlfriend broke up with me. It wasn’t because she wanted to, but she needed to leave town, because of some past transgressions, and…here we are.” She hadn’t cried today. Well, okay, maybe once, but she was really trying not to tear up in front of Kieran. Partly, because she didn’t have it in her and also, because she wasn’t sure how the man in front of her would react, “So it looks like I may be trying to steal your man at the cafe.” Humor. Humor would pull her through this little hiccup right?

—

Arms crossing, Kieran tilted his head. “You have to know that didn’t make any sense to me, right?” he asked, fairly well versed in references of all sorts which meant that whatever bundle of words that just left Mack’s mouth was either obscure or utter nonsense. Maybe she was just having a starlet meltdown. Whatever it was, something was obviously bothering her and for some reason, she’d thought to seek him out. In person, during work. Kieran felt a quick text asking to meet up later tonight, where his preferred method for dealing with shit like this (ignore it) could have been put into action, would have sufficed. 

And there it was. Romance. Of course it was romance and heartbreak and Kieran really did try to keep his face neutral but there was no hiding the slight curl of his lips. Why did people put themselves through the trouble? Aside from the nonsense of tying yourself to a single person, relationships came with monotony and arguments and inevitably, heartbreak that should have been perfectly avoidable in the first place. “Huh,” came the first response because he couldn’t honestly say he was sorry for the relationship ending. “I’m assuming you didn’t come here for pity but if you did, wrong call.” He hoped she knew that, Kieran liked to imagine Mack was smarter than just her sharp wit. 

“You can definitely have the walking protein shake. Or you can go find yourself something flattering to wear, try not to look like the world just ended and we find you someone better as soon as I’m done here.”

—

Mackenzie liked that Kieran didn’t let her wallow. Winter was like that, and though it was hard to hear a lot of the time, when all she wanted was to throw herself a proper pity party, it was good to have friends who wouldn’t let her. Even Taylor had been like that within reason. And she did know that the Hollywood Darling did need to wallow in self-pity every now and then, but ever since Mack had moved to Wicked’s Rest, and Taylor had returned to California, Mack had all the time in the world to wallow in the mud of self-doubt. So maybe that’s why she was here today. Pulling herself up by her worn Doc Marten boot-straps, so maybe, just maybe she could resume her undead life.

“No…I didn’t come here for pity, because I know you would make me attend my pity party alone. Just like Winter would. I just needed a friend and some time out of my big, lonely and empty house.” Why had she bought that house again? She loved it, but damn it could be so quiet sometimes. Thankfully she had Jack to keep her company. And as much as she had contemplated bringing Sellama over, she felt Monty’s had been the better option to begin with.

With a sad sigh, Mackenzie rolled her eyes and did as she was told. She knew Kieran had a store to run and not everyone could laze around most of the day until their bartending gig at Dance Macabre. So she set out on the hunt for the perfect new outfit. One that screamed I’m single, hot as fuck, and almost, but not quite ready to mingle after a painful breakup. Covet Couture offered many options, and the less she thought about the sad things, the more she started to see the good things – like a brand new black, biker jacket that she was quickly falling in love with.

—

A relief, Mack wasn’t here for someone to hold her hand, listen to how love hurt and ultimately get advice on how she would find the one eventually. All three of those were way outside of Kieran’s comfort zone, impressive considering it was quite an expansive area, plus he wouldn’t deal with the discomfort of lying to lie about believing in true love. No, Mack was here for some company. Friend was pushing it but if there was ever not a time to correct that title, it was right when the starlet was in the throes of abandonment. Kieran decided that would be his sacrifice for this doomed love story. 

“Alright, then we’re on the same page. Go forth and browse,” he instructed her, glad to see her comply even if it was with a sassy eye roll. Not too different from the norm, actually. Finishing up with the customer Mack had interrupted, Kieran moved on to the next, glancing in the lovelorn girl’s direction every so often. It was lucky that no plans had been made for this evening because it would almost have been too sad if he’d have had to send her packing on her own. Not for him, of course, but definitely a blow for Mackenzie. 

“Pretty sure that’s the one,” Kieran nodded approvingly at the sharp jacket, having just rung up the last customer aside from Mack. “Stylish enough for you to pretend you’re not a total sad sack right now.” Just because she was heartbroken or whatever, didn’t mean he would forego the teasing. He was holding back, resisting the urge to poke fun at her for having actually believed in such a thing as a functional relationship. Maybe once she’d gone through her first rebound. “Come along, Ross. Let’s get you fucked up.”

—

Shopping had come easy to Mackenzie. It was one of her favorite things to do, and when she discovered Covet Couture, the young actress knew her bank account might take a hit. But it was well worth it. Most of the stylish things she had, she had left in California. In fact, she had still been paying payments on a house in Los Angeles that she was pretty sure had been covered in dust three inches thick by now. But if she ever got to go back home, moving would be the first thing on her list, because all the time spent with Brody had littered every room in that house.

“You really think so?” Mack glanced down at the jacket with a sad smile, until Kieran called her a sad sack, “Hey!” With a glare sharp enough to kill, she walked off towards another rack of clothing to continue looking. She wasn’t ready to go get fucked up. Not yet. Not until she had completed her outfit, “I’m going to keep shopping, even after closing time, until you apologize, you stylish douchebag.” Going through a pair of ripped skinny jeans, Mackenzie found her size and then moved on for a shirt that would go with her new jacket and jeans. The shoes could wait, since the Converse she had on worked for the look. Plus, she really wasn’t going to keep Kieran waiting much longer, but she did want an apology, even if it was dripping in Kieran’s sarcasm.

—

So apparently he had not been holding back enough for Mackenzie’s delicate mood. She was stalking off in offense and Kieran’s sigh was dramatic but genuine. Cheering up the actress was all well and good but having to work this hard for it? Her undead-ness was being very bothersome right about now. If he could have helped her forget about the useless moping about her ex by putting her under his spell, this would go a whole lot more smoothly. “Can’t be offended about simple truths,” Kieran called after her before heading in the other direction with a huff. He could busy himself with closing up the register, something he had planned to let lie until later to give Mack the gift of his presence earlier. 

She wanted an apology and those were notoriously difficult for Kieran to procure, seeing as he actually had to be sorry to avoid the physical discomfort of lying, and he so rarely was genuinely sorry. Couldn’t take back his comment either because Mackenzie was a sad sack. Once it looked like she had picked together a complete outfit, Kieran beckoned her over to the counter and pulled the leather jacket aside. “On me,” he explained nonchalantly, picking at the screen in front of him to wrap up the purchase in his name. “Much more expensive than some words.” A gesture with an implied apology, the best he could do to fix her pissy mood. Even if he didn’t technically have to, Mack was far from his only option for company tonight. Maybe he was just the tiniest bit fond of her. “We good or do you need to brood some more?” he pushed, handing back the jacket and ringing up the two other, much less expensive items. 

—

Mackenzie finally made her way back over to the counter upon his request. She could have done this all night honestly, but there had even been a part of her that was longing to just go out and drink her woes away. And she’d look hot in her new…wait…free? He was giving her the jacket for free? Okay, she’d take that apology and run with it. It was dripping in Kieran, but it would work, “No, I think we’re good.” She let her anger slip away as she pulled out some money to pay for the other items, “Keep the change.”

As she pulled the clothes from the counter, Mack walked back towards the dressing rooms to go change. If they were going out, she needed her new outfit on. Messy hair, no big deal. She had gone out lots of times with the grunge look and had caught the attention of People Magazine and even Vogue on several occasions. It was all in how much confidence you presented yourself with, but she had to make sure not to tip the scales.

When she was dressed for success and ready to hit the town, she slipped past the few perfumes that sat on a counter and spritzed one on to take away the smell of new clothing. Ruffled her hair a little bit in the mirror, and went back to the front counter and grabbed a bag to put her other clothes in, “My car or yours?”

Their interaction had been a little rocky, but despite the way she was feeling to start, the rest of the night had been a success dancing the night away, gossiping about boys, and for the briefest of moments, feeling like life was almost normal again.

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

So this guy was venting. He was very upset after his mom took his ex girlfriend’s side of things.  This and the update aren’t very long so I’ll just copy and paste them 

This was the first one: 

I was raised by single mom. my dad died 2 years after i was born. I focused on my career for the most part of my life and my mom supported me doing that. but when i was 20 i met my ex girlfriend and we got together. we were colleagues first but she told me she'd work in a different sector soon. in her new workplace she met a new guy who she fell "in love" with while being in a relationship with me.

i only found out because she admitted to have sex with him to me after she went out for "girls night" with her friends. i immediately broke up with her and threw her out. a few hours of me trying to process what happened my mum called me and shouted at me that she hasn't raised me like this. i was confused and asked what she meant and she said that my ex girlfriend accused me of cheating on her and that she "found prove" of that on my phone. i couldn't believe what i just heard.

i tried to talk to my mother telling her that the exact opposite is true and that she has cheated on me but she didn't believe me. part of the reason is probably because she and my mom truly loved each other. i never had a problem with that. till then i liked how they got along with each other. my mother called me a liar and she said she'd disinherit me from her will as she's not having a cheater as a son. she said she never wents to see me again. then later my grandparents called me to tell me how disappointed they are of me and that i deserve every bad thing that is to come. you know what the worst thing was? i found out that my cheating ex girlfriend continued to meet with my mom after everything she did.

all of this was so painful for me. the only person that sided with me was my best friend who was furious with her. i talked to him and he hugged me and i cried in his arms. i know many people would think thats unusual for two guys. but his support really helped me getting through this. one year later when i already was over it my doorbell rang and when i opened i saw my mom with teary eyes and i began to feel how my emotions are coming up and i slammed the door and started crying asking her what the f*ck she wants here.

she said she wanted to talk to me and that she was so sorry. after she begged for 15 minutes straight i gave in and opened the door. she said my ex admitted that she cheated when she was drunk. she apologized profusely and said that she knows that she failed as a mother not believing her own child.

i told her that i accept her apology but i don't want to see her now and that i probably can never forgive her. even though she begged me to forgive her. over the last few months she started calling me daily "just to hear my voice" as she said. she said she missed me then apologized again and asked if i could just come over. her voice always sounded kinda painful and she always says how much she loves me and that even she could understand that i hate her she cannot live with this thought on her head. i don't even hate her. i still love her. she is still my mom but the trust is broken.

i can never trust her again because what if i got into a relationship again. who says that she wouldn't just believe their word over mine again? i appreciate her efforts but i just cannot forgive her or even see her now. and i hope she understands that i need time.

And here’s the update: 

After reading too many comments yesterday i decided to meet with my mom today to clarify everything. I texted her to come over and she didn't hesitate. she literally appeared at my door within 15 minutes.

many of you pointed out good points i should ask her. even though she called several times we rarely really talked. so when she came over i sat her down in the living room. there i asked about my grandparents, her will and if she is still in contact with my ex.

she explained that she had told my grandparents and she expected them to call me but it seems like they were too stubborn. she also said i'm in her will again. she then started talking shit about my ex. she said that when she found out she punched her so hard that my ex lost a few teeth. I very much doubt the accuracy of this story detail but i wanted to share it anyway because for me it was a funny thing to think about. she said she told her to "f*ck off" and threw her out of the house.

she then again started apologizing profusely and telling me that she knows how hard she messed up and that i probably can never trust her but she wants to do "everything in her power" to make this right. she explained that the man before my father had cheated on her so infidelity was a sensitive topic for her. and then she said that she regrets not believing me or even remotely hearing my side of the story.

i sat quiet while she explained all this. i then asked her how i know that i could trust her now. what would happen if i got into a similiar situation and if she would just throw me away again. she said i have her word and i replied that her word is basically meaningless as i don't trust her in the first place.

she didn't reply to that answer properly and again begged me to forgive. i told her that i cannot forgive her for now and maybe i will never be able to forgive her but i also see her efforts and if she wants me in her life again then she has to show me that i can count on her. she started tearing up. i could tell she tried to hold in her tears the entire time. but then she broke down crying and with a wimpering voice she asked if she at least could give me a hug. i accepted that and she said she's gonna make this right no matter what it takes and then she left.

now while i am kinda touched in how she shows how much she regrets doing what she did i am really concerned about my own reaction. when she broke down and i saw my own mother there on the floor crying i didn't feel anything. i wasn't sad, i wasn't angry, i wasn't happy and i certainly didn't show any sort of empathy for her. i just couldn't. during the year of having no contact with her i refused to go to therapy. maybe its not to late to do that now.

in the end i want to thank all of you for your nice comments and support. i tried to read every single one of your comments but the post kinda exploded way more than i expected. have a nice day!

(I know the pictures look different. I was looking at the post on my computer instead of on my phone and taking a screenshot) 

 I can’t look at this mother as a victim. I really don’t understand why the 2nd commenter doesn’t see what she did wrong. This wasn’t just a brief time where she believed the ex girlfriend and then apologized (to her son). This took a year to get to that point. she blatantly turned her back on him and took this a step further. 

Regardless of how close she felt to this ex girlfriend or how much anger she was carrying because she was cheated on previously, that’s her son