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toji-girl · 3 months

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pick up | s. gojo

wc: 1.3k

tags: 18+ only - mdni + plug! fem reader + explicit smut + weed + frat boy! gojo + modern au + shot gunning + dubcon + car sex + fingering + pussy eating + handjob + teasing + creampie + nipple play + maybe a part two or something like a series I had fun writing this + reader is a little bitchy + thanks to everyone who voted 🫶🏻

Incoming Message: Satoru G.

1:18 a.m: can u get me a bag and a j? iou (´♡ヮ♡`)

As soon as it came in you turned your TV off then pulled on a robe covering your silk pajamas and stuffed your feet in your slippers grabbing everything needed before making your way to your car.

"Are you kidding me?" You mumbled looking at the text message from Satoru that sat as read while you waited for a response growing irritated that he was making you sit there in the parking lot for him.

It was nearing two now.

Your manicured nails tapped along your phone screen changing the song and rolling your eyes when there was still no text, you put it down sure it wasn't going to go off soon, and began to roll his joint.

Two pink ones because Satoru was always sure to eat your pussy for good measure and as much as you hated to admit he was the best to ever go down on you so you always threw in a freebie, for the sex too.

The third one was your own that you lit sucking in the smoke and letting it saturate your lungs for a moment before exhaling it in a white puff leaning the car seat back and humming to the song softly.

After it ended your phone lit up with a phone call.

You looked at it annoyed that it was an hour after he sent that, waiting until the last minute you hit the green button and clicked the speaker button. "You're an hour late. I hate that Gojo." You huffed.

In the background you could hear a loud party, and given that it was a Saturday it made sense for him to be late. "I know, I'm on my way now. Wait for me sweet girl." He purred, the music and people fading.

"I told you not to call me that, just hurry up because not all of us are partying away our education." You snapped and hung up hating the way the pet name made your belly break out in flutters of butterflies.

Fifteen minutes later Satoru's sleek car pulled up next to yours and a moment later he was sitting next to you, the smell of his cologne mixing in with the weed made your mouth water. "You waited for me."

The joint you rolled was halfway gone already and instead of answering him you gave it to him and changed the song. "Because you owe me, remember?" You replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Satoru smiled smugly and reclined his seat tucking one hand behind his head, his white hair looked soft under the glow of the moon that shone down from your sunroof as your eyes followed the hair that peeked from his shirt that hiked up when he shifted taking a hit.

"I do. You're so good to me." He teased catching your look as he sat up to lean in sliding his hand to the back of your neck and leaning in to kiss you blowing the smoke in your mouth, his tongue dancing along with yours while his free hand untied the front of your robe.

Your hands buried into his hair tugging him closer with a soft moan before you pulled away to take the joint from him. "Before you drop it, and you are something else." You shot back ashing the rest of it.

He watched you and let his hands trail down the front of your chest until his long slender fingers reached the buttons of your shirt. "Is that why you answered my text at one in the morning?" He hummed.

Silence blanketed the cabin of your car as you watched him until your pj top hung open baring your breasts to him. "It was the heart eyes that did it for me but also the money is something I enjoy too." You replied trying to pretend that he didn't have a strong hold over you.

Satoru laughed softly.

"Don't pretend like you knew it wasn't going to end like this." He purred leaning in and brushing his lips against the column of your neck igniting the nerves that sparked like tiny fireworks.

While his mouth descended down your chest you let your hands reach over to rub his bulge over the soft fabric of his sweats before sliding under the band of his boxers feeling the soft pubic hair.

He wrapped his lips around your nipple suckling with precision making your back bow pushing more of your breast into his mouth that he cupped, his other hand tweaked your free nipple gently.

The weed had your body feeling pliant like clay that Satoru easily molded to his own liking. "I like you when you're bitchy but I also like you docile for me, so easy to mold however I want." He husked.

His voice was dark when he pulled away from your nipple, a string of salvia bridging from the bud to his swollen lips, blue eyes stared back at you with low lids, just like you, he felt hazy and high as hell.

Slowly his fingertips trailed under the band of your pj shorts, white eyebrows shot up when he felt no panties stopping him from rubbing your pussy spreading your slick that was warm and very sticky.

Your jaw went slack when he pressed his finger into your clit before tracing the soft opening of your pussy barely pushing in all the while your hand wrapped around the shaft of his dick jerking him off.

The both of you used your free hand to roam across each other's bodies while your mouth met in another heated kiss, his tongue stroked against yours before he began sucking softly with a moan.

Pre-slick pooled at the tip of his dick adding a little bit of lubrication to the action, the shlick-shlick sound roared in his ear as he added another finger inside you curling and rubbing just the right spot.

It didn't take long for the both of you to move to the backseat with you straddling Satoru, his sweats and boxers pushed down mid-thigh as you rubbed the head between your pussylips teasingly watching him with a smirk. His head rested against the seat staring back.

"You're so pretty." He whispered cupping your cheek before tracing your lips with his thumb letting it slip between them and watching you suck it as you sunk down on him slowly until he bottomed out.

Pretty crystal blue eyes rolled to the back of his head feeling your pussy choke him in a velvet heat that dripped down his shaft and sack making a mess on the leather as you sat still huffing softly.

His hands rested on your hips helping you ride him before moving to your tits, rolling your pert nipples between long fingers as you pressed your palms to the ceiling of the car fucking yourself on him.

Satoru moaned so prettily, soft pants and grunts as you bounced up and down feeling the band in your belly fray until it snapped, your climax coming a lot sooner than usual as you sat down all the way.

He looked down to where you two met thankful you slipped your shorts and panties came off when you moved letting him get a good view of him buried deep inside your gaping cunt that clenched around him tightly making him gasp as you started to move again.

There were no words able to be spoken as you rode out your high drowning Satoru in it as he came in hot thick spurts filling you and creating a sticky mess that almost frothed between your bouncing.

When you finally slowed down you nuzzled your sweaty face into his neck kissing it softly while he massaged your back keeping you close to him riding out both of his highs while kissing you softly.

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thyming · 9 months

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Some ideas on how to (re-)connect with nature ♡

⭑ Take a walk through the forest or a park, don't use your phone or listen to music, rather listen to the sounds of nature actively. What can you hear?

⛤ Collect some leaves, rocks, pine cones, feathers or anything else that you think is pretty! Maybe use your bounty to decorate your home with it?

⭑ Go touch some grass! No, this is not a joke, let's go feel the grass between your fingers and toes.

⛤ Try to find some flowers and smell them, what can you compare the scents with? Preferably, go outside and find wild flowers instead if bought ones!

⭑ Take a bath in a lake or dip your hands and feet into the water (a river is perfect, too!) Close your eyes and just feel the water.

⛤ Have a little picnic on a meadow, at the lake, in the forest or at any other peaceful spot. It's a date with yourself and with nature!

⭑ If this is an option for you: do some gardening work. Get your hands all dirty with earth and mud!

⛤ Pick some wild flowers from a meadow and make a little bouquet with them. (But please don't rip out the roots!)

⭑ Talk to the trees. Yes, this sounds silly but a tree is a perfect listener and companion if you need to talk something off of your chest.

⛤ Watch the sunset or sunrise. Enjoy this magical moment. How many colors can you spot?

⭑ Get some houseplants and take good care of them every day. (If you have pets, make sure your new friends are not poisonous for them!)

⛤ Observe. What kind of birds, plants, flowers and trees can you find in your environment? What kind of animals can you meet in the forest nearby? (Maybe write your observations down in a notebook!)

⭑ Lay down on some moss, grass or sand and just exist and feel how the earth carries you.

⛤ Go plant some flowers!

⭑ Spend some time in nature without social media (maybe leave your phone at home!)

⛤ Take a walk in the rain and / or dance in the rain.

⭑ Watch a thunderstorm from a safe spot

⛤ Craft a moss jar (these are so cute and perfect if you want some more nature in your own home!)

⭑ Keep little jars or flasks of the elements in your home (examples: earth - moss/earth/sand, water - water from a lake/river or collected rain water, air - a feather, fire - ashes, a used match)

⛤ Be more attentive to your environment: when do you notices changes in the seasons?

⭑ Have a self-love day, because you are a part of nature as well and deserve your own love!

⛤ Try to actively appreciate nature: be more thankful for the food, the water, the warmth nature provides us

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rowretro · 16 days

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𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, manipulation(?), suggestive

♡synopsis: Sunghoon, a rich, handsome, perfect man in all ways.... Though he's an extremely dangerous demon. Women fall head over heels for the prince charming. All except one. A godess. Lee Y/n, the woman whom he only has eyes for. Rumour has it she's still a virgin, single, and has never been a relationship. It's quite shocking, the Lee Heeseung's stunning younger sister? never had a boyfriend?!, purely because any man who dares approach her ends up dead. Of course she has never hurt a single soul.... Yet why was she cursed without love?

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Sunghoon isn't one for love nor lust, sure he'd have thought about falling in love with a loyal woman many times before... but all the girls that cross his path fall purely for his looks. How could they not? His features, his build, everything about him is so perfect. Those bushy brows, perfectly sculptured face, his eyes shining with stars, pretty moles scattered across his smooth skin, and his lips oh so kissable, anyone who gets to marry such a prince charming must be the luckiest human alive.

For the first time in his life he decided to go to a pretty popular bar, he was accompanied by Jake, one of his closest friends who was known to be quite the party goer. The bar was known for the women, one woman specifically, they would say she's a stripper, but she wasn't exactly like the other strippers. More a belly dancer. But Sunghoon realized it was no lie, the way they described her beauty.

Her smooth, coloured skin, visible through the lacy, rose gold material of the stunning dress, her legs, and navel exposed through the slits, her fairly sharp jawline, followed by the doll-like appearance which was accentuated by her make up, the way she bats her lashes, and the many moles that painted her face. She was a breathtakingly gorgeous woman.

Sunghoon was mesmerized by the way her body moved. Nothing too provocative, if anything, more of an elegant dance, but something distracted him, the burning gazes of other men, something he hated entirely. She belonged to him now. The Demon of all demons, the soon to be king of the underworld, a man everyone must fear. Park Sunghoon has set his eyes on something he wants, and if anyone dares to even want it, they will die a brutal death.

That night Y/n walked home, hugging her jacket due to the cold. She shivered at the icy air biting at her exposed skin, specifically her face which has now gone numb. There were specs of blood splattered across her white trousers from a previous encounter... A rather shocking and scarring encouter one shld say.

It isnt a first time a man had come up to her with lustful intentions, but she always managed to escape, not a scratch evident on her body. However.... the man didnt even get the chance to touch her, his eyes ended up bleeding everso randomly, he floated mid air as his limbs shatterred, and his body burnt to the ground. Seeing something so violent, the woman ran, not letting a single noise leave her mouth.

Perhaps it's an evil spirit she may have escaped, or a ghost, like ones in some ghost movies where a motherly ghost would be there to protect her children, or any woman that looks in the face of danger. She wasn't one to take chances though. "Sis I think you're on something... either that or a demon was stalking you." Heeseung simply said as he heard her little horror story.

"Heeseung you don't understand- nothing touched him he just floated in the air and- it was like in stranger things season 4 when Vecna gets into peoples head- except only this time, they burn to ashes!" she simply said as Heeseung placed down his book, sliding up his glasses as a look of horror was evident on his face. "Heeseung?" "Park Sunghoon. He has eyes for you.... he probably cursed you...." he simply cut her off, and walked out coldly.

It was exactly what he said. Sunghoon walked around her in a circle, admiring every inch of her, as she stood there "Lift the curse?... why would I darling?... you were clearly made for me." He said, tilting his head as his fingers softly grazed the skin on her face, his lips leaning in to peck hers. There's no going back. The way his hands trailed up her curves, wrapping around her waist, as her body pressed against his.

He kissed her again, more passionately "You've no way out my darling.... once I want something..... I get it. no matter the cost... you fucking understand me?!" he asked through gritted teeth as he yanked her hair. she'd be stupid to disagree... after all she had no way out "I-I understand..." she managed to say as his grip loosened, his dark glare replaced with a soft, sweet smile.

She couldn't deny it, he's a stunner. Absolutely gorgeous, from head to toe, despite being so scary and psychotic, if she could just look past that she'd realize she hit jackpot. Y/n remained silent as Sunghoon ran his fingers through her silky, dark hair, twirling it at the end, she silently snuggled into his chest as he smirked. "That's right.... you should give in" he said with a smirk, snuggling her...

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A/N: Idk if y'all liked this, but feel free to suggest any yandere, fluff, or just crazy plots idm (no smut, but I may do slightly suggestive stories<3)

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cupids-chamber · 1 year

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@. People I would cheat on my boyfriend with.. . ♡ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Genshin version ## Did I just scam my way thru making no slides? ahahhahaha yes.!

. LILIA VANROUGE ;

Don't do it.

Just don't.

No.

I'm stopping you with some mystic fourth wall breaking bs.

. DEUCE SPADE ;

Literally on edge of a break down.

The moment you even try to explain to him.

Like he will cry.

He can cry.

You like seeing him crying? Because he can show you crying..

Tears will fall the moment you show him the first slide; continue with this prank and you'll be banned from seeing Deuce by his fathe-Vice housewarden.

. MALLEUS DRACONIA ;

Why?

Just Why?

And where.

Where the fuck did you get the courage from.

He will burn your pc.

Down to ashes.

Once he's done with it there may not even be ashes left.

Bro about to lowkey 1v1 your pc in this joint.

The pc can meet him at a twstdonalds parking lot at 3am frfr

. SEBEK ZIGVOLT ;

Are you really going to do this to yourself?

Are you some kind of masochist because clearly your into getting lectured.

It's not sexy.

Stop it.

Get some help.

Therapy isn't always a solution, but it can help..

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 2 months

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Allure Teaser Trailer

Part One:Sunshine release date: Monday, April 1st

Part Two:Knuckle Velvet release date: Wednesday, April 3rd

Part Three:Smoke release date: Saturday, April 6th

❥MATZ x fem reader

➯a/n: THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC. THE DOVE ISNT JUST DEAD, I THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. i won't include all of the warnings for the full story in this teaser, because it is long and detailed, just know it is a DARK romance. if you choose to read it when it comes out, the warnings will be listed there. i'm very proud of this work and can't wait to share 💕

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: yandere, smut, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: SO MUCH LIKE WOW . for trailer specifically: murder

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The beta in the large room ignores Hongjoong as he continuously asks after 'the pretty omega'.

He just sweeps and sweeps, finally understanding why you hate coming up here. He has his back turned to the cage, and consequently, to the windows.

High on the tall walls, the narrow glass is opened from the outside. Seonghwa smirks, and gestures his head to it. Hongjoongs gaze follows, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.

A skinny figure is sliding its way in through the window sideways.

He drops to the floor as silent as a mouse, landing on his knees and grinning wildly up at his alphas.

Hongjoong throws his head back in preemptive relief, while Seonghwa is watching with a similarly wide smile as the man walks straight through the blood ash, breaking the circle with the tip of his shoe.

The worker still has his back turned as the lock on Seonghwas cage is picked with a long claw. He doesn't even know what's happening as the next thing he knows, he's thrown across the floor.

Blood ash knocks up around him, coughs wracking his body as he looks up to his assailant.

Park Seonghwa, newly freed from his cage, looks down at the worker with his eyes glowing red.

"Now usually..." He begins, crouching to be face to face with him, "I'd go through this whole place just for the fuck of it and cause some beautiful chaos. But I'm looking for someone."

"(Y/n)?" He stutters out, backing away only to knock into Hongjoongs legs. Stuck between the two nefarious criminals, he chooses his own head over yours. "The second floor! Sh-she's on the second floor!"

"Let's go get our omega, Joong."

Nonchalantly, Hongjoong draws his claws and slices the neck of the worker. He hops over the gurgling body and follows his mate with an ecstatic giggle.

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#ateez #ateez au #ateez smau #yandere ateez #werewolf au #yandere fic #smut fic #angst fic #park seonghwa #yandere seonghwa #kim hongjoong #yandere hongjoong

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strangerslxt · 11 months

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Devil In Disguise

“You look like an angel.”

“Walk like an angel.”

“Talk like an angel.”

You hummed along with the melody softly as you did your usual afternoon run around the block.

Head phones on your ears and Walkman safely tucked into the pocket of your polyester shorts, you jogged without a care in the world.

Oh but you would wish you did care.

A familiar Chevrolet Camaro was speeding up to you, slowing down enough so his car would be out of your sight for the time being, Billy kept his eyes glued to the round globes of your ass peeking under those shorts.

Exhaling from the Marlboro he had just hauled from, he could feel his jeans tighten.

You intrigued him, you were relatively friendly to everyone at school, except him.

“Bitch.” He muttered before revving the engine loudly enough that it came over your music.

Irritated you pulled your head phones off to see who it was that interrupted your vibe.

“Douche bag!” You holler at him while throwing up your middle finger for extra measure.

The corners of Billy’s lips turned up in a taunting smirk, you had balls, for a chick anyway.

He blew down on his horn while gritting his teeth and hitting the gas petal harshly, gravel spraying up from under his tires, right into your direction.

You cry out angrily as the tiny rocks pelted hard into your skin, and glare as the car disappears down the road quickly.

Angrily you jogged the rest of the way home in silence, your teeth grinding together as you thought of Billy Hargrove and his smug smirk.

You didn’t find him impressive or something to fawn over like all the girls at school did.

He was a jerk who just happened to have a hot mullet.

Shaking your head, cheeks slightly pink from complimenting him in your head, you kicked your sneakers off and padded to the kitchen for a cold glass of lemonade.

Looking at the little hand written note your mother had pinned under a magnet on the fridge you groaned, she was away again selling Mary Kay beauty products and wouldn’t be home till Saturday morning.

Sighing you leaned against the counter and sipped your beverage while looking out the window spacing out for a moment or two.

“Guess I should do some homework.” You murmured while taking your hair out of its pony tail and sat down at the table doing exactly that.

The next day in the school parking lot, Billy leaned on the hood of his car with a cigarette hanging from his lips and watched you with brooding eyes.

You were walking with your head down, books clutched tightly to your chest and those damn head phones over your head.

Flicking his ash, he watched you for a moment before smirking as your eyes suddenly met his, mouthing some obscenity to you which earned him a death glare but he seen the subtle blush creeping across your face.

“Fuck off hargrove.” You spit as you pass by him, avoiding his hard blue eyes.

“Panties in a twist princess?” He retorted back with a scoff.

You stop with a dirty look on your face, “You nearly stoned me to death with that stupid stunt you pulled yesterday. You drive like a moron.”

Billy gave you a crooked smile and shrugged before flicking the cigarette butt at you, “Watch where your walking then.”

Glaring, you puffed your cheeks for a moment before turning on your heel and stomped away quickly, fuming.

God he was such an asshole.

Billy chuckled to himself before noticing a tiny flash of gold on the ground near where you had been standing just a few moments ago.

Bending down he carefully lifted a small gold hoop earring, one he was familiar with.

The ones you always wore.

And now another mistake you’d come to regret…

A/N: pt.1 is finally done, I’m ngl I just wanted to get the boring shit out of the way and get into the juice😫

#stranger things #80s #billy hargove x reader #billy stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove smut #billy hargove imagine #dark themes #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut

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http-sheep · 4 months

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father figure!Miguel O'Hara & reader summary: You're his dead fiancé's daughter. You just lost your mother and now Miguel's drifting away. Contains: Mentions of death, bad parenting(kinda?), neglect, mental illness, angst. not proof read. WC: 942

part 2

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾

Five years ago, your mother fell in love.

When your mother first told you about Miguel, you had already decided you didn’t like him.

"Hola, chiqui. I’m Miguel.” You had to crane your neck to look up at him.

"I'm not chiqui," you spat with narrowed eyes, not bothering to hide your disdain with his existence. It wasn’t like he was mean or anything. In fact, he was quite the opposite.

No, it was the way he was looking at your mother like she hung the moon and how comfortable he was in her space - it was all wrong. He was trying to settle in a place that was already taken.

Your place.

A little voice told you that he was trying to steal her away from you. That if she started to love him more, she would forget about you. And then you’d be alone. Your mother was the only family you had, and it was supposed to stay that way. Just you and her.

For the first few months, you would glare daggers at him if he tried to talk or stand too close to you.

But he was persistent in getting you to like him, and eventually he succeeded.

"Oye, princesa," Miguel greeted after picking you up from school and got hit with the silent treatment. Again.

Miguel let out a sigh. "Vale, vale," he muttered to himself before pulling into the parking lot of the ice cream parlor.

He tried again when you were sitting down with your ice cream.

"You know... I love your mamá and you, sí? I'd never take her away from you. Never." He ran a hand through his hair. "I want to take care of both of you. I'm going to get a nice, big house for us. Gonna make sure you go to a nice college..."

In the midst of his rambling, you looked up from your ice cream, studying him. And you found sincerity. It was the first time you considered the possibility that maybe, just maybe there was enough room for your mom and Miguel in your heart.

And overtime, he had carved a place for himself in your life. He became family, in every sense except blood. Miguel wasn't your father, but he acted like one during the five years you've known him. Doing all the things you wished your biological father had done.

You never had a father growing up, but you imagined this is what other kids must have felt like. Loved.

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And one year ago you lost your mother.

When your mother died, that's when he started to become absent. At first it was subtle. During your conversations, his eyes would glaze over and he would give one word answers, like his mind was somewhere else. He would leave and you wouldn't see him for days. So you learned to wake up from a dead sleep at the quiet click of the front door unlocking. You were desperate.

Days stretched into weeks. Weeks into months.

Grief and loneliness followed you around like a storm cloud. Your friends slowly drifted away from your dark and gloomy aura until no one was left. It's been six months since you've had any sort of contact.

Six months ago you lost Miguel. In a fit of desperation to know he isn’t just laying dead in a gutter, you dig for answers. You find it in your phone, in the cloud storage that you both shared. That’s when you find the pictures, and videos. The proof that he was alive tasted like ash on your tongue.

Your hands shake as you uncover the hundreds of pictures and videos of Miguel with a woman who looks just like your mother and a little girl who isn’t you. The first one is dated seven months ago.

"What the fuck."

As you scroll through all the pictures of them smiling, you feel like you're suffocating. Tears blur your vision and roll down your cheeks, but you force yourself to scroll through them. That little girl is his daughter in another universe. His and your mother’s.

So this is where he went.

"Good job, princesa," he says in one of the clips as he helps her with her math homework. Just like he used to with you.

You sink to the floor and retch up the meager contents of your stomach. Your mind is a maelstrom of anguish, betrayal, hurt, and most of all - loneliness.

"It's not fair," you croak, pulling yourself up. It's not fair that you get to play house while I'm stuck here with no one.

And you were nowhere to be found in any of those clips. Your mother was family, this random child was family and yet... he could care less if you were in this universe or that one.. Maybe you weren’t in that universe. Maybe it didn’t matter.

Maybe you never mattered. You're not blood - that means you’re not family, right?

You sense yourself straying into dangerous territory. The isolation, betrayal, grief - they're all festering in your head, telling you to give up. That no one would even notice. In a moment of clarity, you realize just how unwell you are. Physically, you're malnourished after barely feeding yourself. Your skin is waxy and your hair is limp.

"I can’t do this," you whimper, over and over as you pack a suitcase. You leave the house in a daze and the sun blinds you at first after rotting in that lifeless house for so long. Your feet take you to the train station.

You don’t know where you’re going, you just know you can’t stay another second in that dead home.

#miguel o'hara #angst #astv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #fanfic #reader insert #miguel x reader #platonic

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p0pp3t · 7 months

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general redacted hcs because i’ve been tired + busy and i need a little whimsy (all sfw!) (some of these are me projecting so bear with me ajshwj)

sam has resting sad face and the people (darlin) worry for him

caelum is a juice box FIEND. he clears a pack of those things in an hour or less (no stomach aches either because. daemon! he’s living his best life)

david and ash have cuddled on multiple occasions (all when they lived together and one of them couldn’t sleep)

lasko has a folding phone case

ollie is covered in bandaids all the time because 1. cat scratches and 2. he’s clumsy

gavin kisses his friends! hand, cheek, AND forehead

william sits at park benches and peels apples with a pocket knife. the peels are fed to the ducks

(ollie’s) baby is a ghibli fanatic and now ollie has seen every film thanks to them

anton sleeps unbelievably still and silent - you have to check his pulse just to know he’s alive

you can rip vincent’s laufey vinyls from his cold dead hands ♡

huxley likes painting his nails, but the polish never lasts more than a day

milo prefers gold jewelry and feels very expensive wearing it

#i’m not taking hc requests anymore i’m sorry yall #have these thoughts i poured into my phone instead #too many characters to tag #redacted audio #redacted asmr

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dawn-moths · 11 months

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Hi can i have number 27 with cerulean gaze touya please?

you can absolutely have #27 with cerulean gaze touya ☺️

prompt: kissing to make them stop talking

character: dabi/touya (boku no hero academia // a storm pairs well with a cerulean gaze)

words: 2000+

content warning: 18+ content! minors please dni! reference to past trauma/ptsd, a very messy and passionate kiss.

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“You’re late,” you say the moment you hear the front door to your tiny apartment swing open with a short creak, sticking a little before being forced the rest of the way closed as the cheap wood swells with the summer’s humidity. You hope your words come out sounding annoyed with a tiny flicker of anger, but your true emotions betray you.

Because you were so worried— have been sitting on the couch anxiously counting each ticking of the wall clock with your mind scurrying off to all the worst case scenarios it can think of— ever since it passed over an hour since Touya had texted you that he was on his way home from work.

It normally only took him fifteen minutes to get home if he didn’t have any quick on-the-way stops to make, speeding back to you on his old, beat up bike, looking forward to seeing your comfortingly familiar face each and every time, always drawn back into your orbit no matter how far he traveled.

And you had been lucky, for the most part, that nothing had followed Touya from his old life to sink its fangs into the new one you two shared. No ghosts hunting him and eager to haunt his mundane peace ever since he’d let Dabi sink to the bottom of the bay, brushed the ash from his hands, and walked away.

But that didn’t mean that you still didn’t worry.

Because sometimes, when he was running late or took too long to respond or wouldn’t pick up your calls, one of those little demons with tiny, razor claws still embedded like a thorn in your memory hissed out an eerie reminder of, “What if something terrible has happened? What if tonight’s the night he doesn’t come home?”

“Shit— I know, sorry…” Touya quickly apologized, kicking off his boots and hanging his motorcycle helmet on its usual hook on the wall beside the door, tossing his jacket onto the back of the kitchen chair just a few feet away. You don’t turn to face him as you hear the jingling of keys shoved hastily into his pocket and his footsteps hurrying over to the couch, can barely convince yourself to look up into those striking cerulean eyes as he stands before you and continues with only slightly less urgency, “Right as I was about to close up the owner came by and said he had to run through some of next week’s shipment details with me…”

You’re trying to make him feel guilty, though usually in the aftermath you’re able to realize how unfair that is, but you can’t help it. You still won’t look at him, though it has less to do with the fact you were trying to drive home your displeasure with his actions and more so that, if you did, you knew there was a very good chance you’d end up crying right now.

Because you just couldn’t get the image out of your head— the visual of one of Chisaki’s guys trailing Touya on his bike and pulling up beside him as he parked in the spot reserved for him outside the complex, the fatal gunshot ringing out from beyond the window, your boyfriend’s body crumpled on the concrete in a blossoming puddle of blood as you gaze down at it from above— or another past enemy out for revenge, walking into the little coffee shop Touya loved working at so much with all its handcrafted mugs made by local artists and all the nutty, smoky, herbal scents of the freshest batch brewed, recognizing Touya’s distinct face— the face he used to share with Dabi, back when he’d gone by that name— and stabbing him at the register, leaving his body slumped behind the counter where he probably wouldn’t be found till the next morning.

They were visions that infected your dreams, poisoning you from the inside out and sometimes leaving you a trembling, terrified husk of yourself as you wept and hyperventilated, curled in on yourself in the empty bathtub or under every blanket on the bed as the trauma you’d sustained from back then sank its vicious, gnashing teeth into the fleshy, vulnerable parts of your mind.

Sometimes Touya was there to help you through these episodes, help you out of them, whether with his arms around you or just with his voice coming out slightly tinny through the speakers of your phone. Sometimes you had to ride it out until he returned home and either found you caught in the middle or lingering in the aftermath, eyes glassy and hollow and cheeks still streaked with the evidence of dried salt.

And in the end, he’d convince you that everything was alright. That he was alright. And that, so long as he had you, he always would be.

But it turned out it didn’t even take looking at him this time to cause tears to well and spill from your eyes, shallow breaths silently hitching in your chest as your greatest fears won yet another battle inside of your brain.

“Hey, hey…” Touya was crouched before you now, both of his big, slender, tattooed hands resting on your upper thighs, gently kneading them with reassurance as he reminded you, “It’s ok… I’m right here… I’m right here, I got you… Hey…”

You flung your arms around him, pulling him closer as you continued to cry into his shoulder, breathing in his scent of coffee and campfire smoke with the smallest twinge of nicotine and feeling just a little bit calmer for it.

“When you don’t come home on time I—” you choked out, your voice reduced to a feeble squeak as you squeezed your eyes shut and drew in a deep breath, exhaling it with a shudder. “I just worry that— I get scared that— What if—”

You couldn’t seem to speak any of those grim possibilities into existence, afraid saying them out loud would make them so, sputtering out half sentences until all your words turned so frantic they ceased to make any sense at all.

“Hey…” Touya was cupping your face in his hands now, gazing deep into your bloodshot eyes, searching for something, or perhaps trying to lead you out from your own treacherous fog. “I’m ok,” he repeated, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours and dropping his voice to a placating whisper. “I’m right here. We’re together in the apartment. Nothing bad has happened. We’re both ok…”

Things seemed to stay like that for a long time, just the two of you gently pressing foreheads until your breathing slowed and your tears ceased to fall. All the while, Touya was stroking your jaw with the calloused pad of his thumb in slow, soothing motions, quietly shushing you and repeating his affirmations of safety until you seemed to come back to him, come back to yourself.

“There we go…” he said with a sliver of a smile as he pulled back just far enough for you to lock eyes with him again. “There she is, that’s my girl… You’re ok, see…?”

And you believed him now, believed that the two of you were safe so long as you had each other, and almost was able to manage a crooked grin of your own until suddenly a new wave of your initial anger ignited in your chest again, a slight scowl twitching back onto your brow.

“You need to let me know next time you get caught up,” you told him. “Please, Touya. Just a simple text will do. It’s just— It’s torture sitting here thinking something bad happened to you when so much time has gone by. Please, please, I—”

Before you could say another word, Touya’s mouth was locking onto yours, his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips until you obediently parted them for him, flooded by the familiar heat of his kiss.

He could be so passionate sometimes, striking a match within you and tossing it to the dry brush of your ivory bones until your entire being was alight with a raging wildfire, both of you frantically grabbing for each other, being pushed up against doors or walls or counters, fingers tangling in and pulling hair, nails raking down backs, gasping and moaning and aching with pleasure, that neither of you could escape the blaze.

Other times, like right now, he knew how to let his love burn like a candle, flame slowly eating down the brittle wick inside of you as the sweet, sticky feeling of arousal pooled molten in your belly, coating your veins in a tender, honey-dipped kind of desire.

No matter if you were cross at him or craving him, the second method worked each and every time. And pretty soon, all you’d be able to focus on was just how much your body wanted his, all other thoughts reduced to delicate, snowy ash and blown away by the breeze.

“Tou—!” you attempted to say as you drew in a gasp of air, but he only gave you half a second to catch your breath before going back for more, nipping at your bottom lip and giving the plush, sensitive flesh a light tug, letting you feel him smirk against your lips as he hummed out a note of mischievous amusement after you let out a startled squeak.

And you were positively melting into him now, letting out muffled moans that he swallowed down with each new, languid lick into your sweet little mouth. You couldn’t resist the taste of each other, his flavor being the dark, bitter kind laced with something subtly spicy, while yours was light and fresh and just the tiniest bit sweet with the piece of hard candy you’d sucked on after dinner, saliva exchanging between the two of you until your two distinct flavors merged into the one that only you and Touya had ever tasted.

Touya was addicted your soft little mewls and delightfully adorable whimpers as he deepened the kiss, and you couldn’t get enough of his lilting, smoky hums, both of you memorizing the map of each other’s mouths, the ridges of each other’s tongues, the shape of each other’s teeth, and pretty soon you couldn’t even remember what you’d been so mad about in the first place.

Because here, like this, there were no worries, no sorrows, no traumas to chase away.

There was only his careful hands, now beginning to find their way to the hem of your shirt and making your stomach flinch as they ghosted over your skin, and his ever present warmth and the skillful way his mouth knew exactly what to do to make more of that sickly sweet desire roll over inside of you.

The next time he pulled back to admire your flushed face, a thin strand of saliva bowing and snapping between your mouths, Touya licking it up as he combed his long fingers through a few loose tangles in your hair and admiring the way your split-slick lips shone under the dim lamplight, he knew his apology had at least been a little bit accepted.

However, the way your pupils were blown wide with want and your eager little hands threaded through the inky tufts at the base of his skull and gave a tiny, impatient tug told Touya that he’d probably have to do a lot more than just kiss you after making you wait so long.

“I promise to text you next time,” he said, sounding truly sorry that time, though still couldn’t help but flash just a spark of a smug smirk at your disheveled state.

You gave his cheek a light, loving nudge with your nose, your anger dissolving like sugar in water, and replied in a hushed tone, “You better…” before beginning to press more soft pecks to his jaw.

But then Touya’s hands were finding purchase under your soft thighs, lifting you from the sofa as he stood, cradling you in his lithe grasp and starting for the bedroom.

He gave your neck a teasing, featherlight kiss when you tried to nuzzle into him further and said through a breathy chuckle, “Don’t believe me? Well, then I guess I’ll just have to show you how sorry I am.”

Needless to say, after tonight, he’d be fully forgiven. Though, he didn’t think you’d mind so much if he ever made the same mistake again in the future and had to apologize.

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tiniedemon · 1 year

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two birds

kyle broflovski / reader

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cw. | angst

“i want to move away,” you whispered into the darkness of your room. kyle jolted from his spot beside you, head lifting from your bare chest.

“what makes you say that?” he responded, genuinely confused and hurt. you’d lived in south park your entire life. your entire family was here. he was here. why would you want to move away?

“i hate this stupid town.” he let out a shaky sigh, pulling you closer to him, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

“i hate it too, but it’s home. it’s always been home,” he whispered, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. you sighed softly, a void opening in your stomach, and plastered a soft smile on your face.

“yeah, you’re right,” you agreed. you swallowed the lump in your throat as his head rested against your chest, releasing a shaky sigh. a single tear rolled towards your hairline.

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“i can’t stand this stupid town,” you murmured, flicking the ash from the end of your cigarette. kenny grunted in agreement, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair.

“i can’t either. if i could leave, i would,” kenny responded, his eyes mirroring the hurt trapped in his mind. “but i’ve got karen to worry about. shit sucks.”

you sighed. your gaze wandered to the sky, clouds floating against a blue backdrop. you envied the clouds. they’d seen so much more of the world than you. they were free to move with the breezes of life’s natural path.

“yeah, i get it,” you finally responded, a plume of smoke leaving your mouth. you watched as it floated to join the puffy white forms in the atmosphere, the longing in your heart and the void in your stomach growing.

“i just hate this town, is all.”

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“hey, baby?” kyle called from the other room, voice perplexed. you heaved a sigh, seemingly the only thing you knew to do nowadays, and trekked to the kitchen area of your small apartment. kyle’s freckled face was illuminated only by the blue luminescence of his laptop screen. paperwork lined the table in front of them.

“yes?” you inquired, stopping behind him and leaning your elbows against the chair. your fingers instinctively combed through the cropped curls on the back of his neck, eyes tracing the sharp curve of his tensed jaw.

“why do you have six thousand dollars in savings?”

your body froze, your lungs forgetting to breathe. you’d forgotten all about kyle’s access to your bank account. years worth of savings were open for his eyes to see, transactions stretching over nearly six years.

“baby?” he asked softly, eyes softening as he saw the panic on your face. his hand gripped onto yours, fingers lacing together, and as his eyes met yours, you could breathe again.

“i’d rather not talk about it,” you whispered in a hoarse voice. kyle hesitated, but nodded, and the tension relaxed from your chest.

“i understand. just know you can trust me,” kyle murmured. you gave an absentminded nod, returning to your shared bedroom in a haze.

you didn’t know how much longer you could do this for.

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“only a few more months until you move. have you told kyle yet?” bebe asked, body reclined and feet up against the coffee table. you chuckled sadly from your mirrored position next to her, tossing her a mournful glance from your phone screen. the look she gave you was pure pity, but you chose to ignore it for your own sanity.

“i mentioned it to him once. he acted like he didn’t really like idea of moving away from his whole family, so i didn’t push. i can do it on my own,” you explained, absentmindedly scrolling through videos as you spoke. bebe sighed beside you, nudging you with her elbow.

“try to tell him soon, okay? he needs time to prepare,” she hummed. you hesitated, but nodded nonetheless.

this was slowly turning out to be more stressful than you’d originally thought.

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“i want to move away,” you spoke again, kyle looking up at you from his book. his eyebrows were furrowed, concern in his eyes. you could see the worry from a mile away.

“why do you want to?” he asked. finally, you felt seen. you felt heard. he wasn’t brushing you off. the relief was only minute in the face of the decision you’d made for yourself.

“i feel so trapped, ky,” you murmured, looking at the ceiling. you couldn’t look at him. not in this situation. “i just have to get out of south park. i can’t live here anymore.”

kyle sucked in sharply, and you could imagine the fallen expression he wore. you worried your lip between your teeth, awaiting his response.

“i can’t come with you,” he whispered. the tension in the room was so thick you could barely breathe. your heart shattered in your chest, tears rising to your eyes.

“i know.”

the silence was deafening.

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“i can’t believe you’re actually leaving,” kyle murmured, hand in yours as you stood beside your car. you blinked back tears, plastering a weak smile on your lips.

“i can come visit soon,” you lied. you wouldn’t be back for a long time. not to this trashy hick town. there was nothing here for you except kyle, but even he wasn’t enough to bring you back.

“i’m gonna miss having you in my bed,” he sighed, tugging you into a tight embrace. you inhaled his scent, committed it to memory, basked in the warmth of his chest.

“i love you,” you whispered. kyle pressed a kiss to the top of your head, returning the sentiment in a cracking voice, before he finally released you.

you didn’t look back as south park disappeared from your rear view.

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your phone buzzed against your blanket, lighting the ceiling with an incoming call. you released a shaky, tearful sigh, unwilling to look at the screen.

you knew it was kyle, and you knew you couldn’t answer. dodging his calls was the most difficult thing you’d ever done, but it was necessary. he had to forget about you, for his own sake.

you double clicked the power button, turned your phone over, and cried.

as much as you hated leaving him, you hated south park more.

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the doorbell was startling. you’d nearly dumped a cup of scalding tea on yourself with how hard you jolted. frightened and confused, you rose from your couch. you didn’t have any friends in this new town.

but you did in your hometown.

kyle was startled upon seeing you, taking in the changes in your appearance. your skin looked healthier, your hair looked shinier, your face looked happier. overall, you looked better. he hadn’t noticed how half dead you’d looked until you were at your best.

“kyle?” you managed to utter through your surprise. he scuffed his foot against the pavement of your porch, hands in his pockets, sheepish smile on his face.

“i missed you in my bed,” he stated shyly. your heart pounded in your chest, tears rising to the surface. “i was wondering if i could stay in yours from now on?”

you were quick to nod, stomach twisting and face smiling. he brought you into the tightest embrace of your life yet, pressing kiss after kiss to your forehead.

“i love you so much,” you whispered into his ear. he guided the two of you into your home, shutting the door with his foot, collapsing against you atop the couch. he whispered his undying love to you between desperate kisses, fingers bruising with how hard he cherished you.

as the saying goes, if you love something, let it go, and if it comes back, it’s meant to be.

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader

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spriingday · 2 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 ! // @springbreezc based on x

“ can i help... oh, it’s you,” the forced, customer service smile on ashe’s features is quick to twist into a scowl at the sight of his arch nemesis. “ car broke down again? well, tough shit,” the mechanic shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, trying to appear cool and collected to the other male, but memories of last night pop up faster than he can push them away, and he can’t help but worry that it shows. “ we... we’re closed.”

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ╱ ashe park ◞#springbreezc #hope this works!

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itsseohannbin · 1 month

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• Like A Volcano | Part Four | •

Han Jisung Mini Series

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Chapter Genre: Angst⚡️A lil but of Fluff?💕

-Bestfriends to Lovers Trope-

Summary: being best friends with the kings of kpop always has its ups and downs, and when you're offered a spot on the next European-American book tour to promote the publishing of your new book, there's one kpop king in particular who just doesn't want you to go.

Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x Female Reader x Bestfriend Skz

** Includes two of my own original female characters, both whom are romantically involved with two of the members. Chan x Jo / Minho x Ash **

Warnings: Swearing. mentions of pregnancy. comments about committing murder. mentions of injuries sustained from domestic abuse (bruising. a fractured wrist & old cigarette burns.) mentions of Jisung being a whore. Chan calls Jisung a whiny bitch. the boys do not use honorifics. I think thats it? If I missed any, lmk!!

Word Count: 5.9k

**this chapter is slightly changed & revised**

Enjoy!

“I’m going to end his fucking bloodline.” Jo growled as she stomped past you and made her way towards one of the attendees desks.

“Hello to you too?” you responded in question as your arms fell out in confusion, your purse and carry-on falling to the floor next to your two suitcases. Chan burst through the airport doors a second later looking worried and every bit weary as he chased after Jo.

“Dude, what the hell?” you greeted him with an annoyed glare. “I thought I told you to keep her in the car.”

“Yeah, well, she jumped out before Min even had a chance to park.” He let out an irritated breath as he too walked right by where you stood. You turned your body and watched as he reached out to grab Jo by the wrist, stopping her in her tracks abruptly.

She whipped her head around and glared at her boyfriend in pure rage.

“Chris, I love you, but please, for the love of God, let me go before I do something I’m gonna’ regret.” she seethed, her eyes burning into his fiercely. You cleared your throat and called out to her.

“Jo, please, don’t do anything stupid.” you begged. You loved her, but you were tired and just wanted to go home.

Her eyes flickered to yours and narrowed into slits as the glare she was giving Chan turned to land on you.

“Anything stupid?” she asked, disbelief clear in her tone. “I’m not doing anything stupid. I’m going to kill him. I’ve never been more sure of something in my entire life.” she hissed. A look of confusion and mock betrayal crossed over Chan's features as he let out an awkward chuckle and attempted to ease the tension that was palpable in the air around you guys.

“Well, that’s just offensive, Love, I’m standing right here.” he spoke with a nervous smile. Jo glanced back at him with her jaw clenched and her hands balled into fists.

“Now is not the time for your fucking nonsense Christopher. I need to do something!” she growled again before she turned and tried to fling herself towards the attendees desk. Luckily, Chan was quick with his movements, and with a heavy sigh, he pulled her closer to him, trying to wrap his arms around her to help soothe the anger that tore through her system.

“Love, there’s nothing we can do.” he spoke calmly and softly, but the twitch in his jaw told you he was just as angry as Jo was, if not, moreso.

Seojun fucked up, and if it wasn’t for him being the only one who could calm down Jo and talk her through her moments of anger like this, Chan would be reacting the same way. But someone needed to be strong for the rest of them, and of course, as always, it was Chan.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Jo snapped as she pulled herself out of his soft embrace and continued her trek towards the attendees desk. The two girls who stood at the counter had been staring at her outburst in shock and one of them backed away as Jo approached. The other calmly smiled and nervously asked how they could help her.

“Get me on your next flight out to Amsterdam. Immediately.” she demanded, slamming her credit card onto the desk so hard it made the two girls flinch away from her.

Chan glanced back at you helplessly with his hands out, almost as if to ask what the hell he should do. You rolled your eyes and gestured towards your bestfriend.

“Dude, stop her!” you called before he nodded and rushed to her side. He started to peel the credit card out from Jo’s grasp while apologizing profusely to the two poor unsuspecting women in red uniforms.

Just as you let out a breath of relief and turned to grab your things from the floor, you heard footsteps rushing towards you, and when you looked up, you barely had enough time to grab Minho by the arm and halt him as he charged to join Jo on her mission.

“Min, stop.” Your voice was firm as you struggled against him, your feet moving backwards as he continued to pull forwards.

It took him a second to even realise you had caught him, and when he did, he looked back at you with a murderous twinkle in his dark eyes; one that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you’d be shitting yourself from his scowl alone.

“Y/n. Let go of me.” he demanded, his voice so low and dangerous it almost made you loosen your grip. However, you knew there was no way in hell Chan would be able to fight off both he and Jo from cornering the poor attendees, so you squeezed harder with your good hand and met his hard glare with one of your own.

“Minho. Enough.”

Minho knew he could’ve easily pulled himself from your grasp, but after glancing down and seeing the cast on your arm, he took a deep breath and turned his body fully towards you, his voice easing as he willed himself to relax.

“Look what that douchebag has done to you.” his voice broke as he inspected your arm carefully, his fingers running along the bruises that poked out from under the hard plaster. “He’s going to pay for this.”

“Minho, hey.” you called for his attention and after a few silent seconds, his eyes landed back on yours. The anger was still there, but his sorrow overpowered it easily. “I know it looks bad, but I’m okay.”

Minho took another deep breath as his fingers traced higher up your arm, feeling for any more injuries beneath the sleeve of your t-shirt. He stopped short when his thumb traced along the place where your arm and torso met, running over the small bundle of scabs that sat there.

Immediately, he lifted your sleeve as his eyes turned towards the injuries and you knew based on the look on his face that he knew exactly what the injuries were from. His jaw clenched as the fire returned to his eyes, but before he could mention anything about the old cigarette burns, you took his hand and squeezed it.

“I’m okay, Min. I’m here and I’m breathing and I’m alive.” you reassured him.

At your last words, Minho blinked away the tears that were forming along his waterline and he pulled you roughly into a hug, burying his face into your hair.

“I hate you.” he mumbled.

You sighed into his embrace, feeling your body finally relax for the first time in what felt like centuries.

You were home and you were safe.

Seojun couldn’t hurt you anymore.

“I love you too, Min.”

As you squeezed your arms tightly around him, your eyes fell onto Ash, who had finally managed to come through the airport doors looking very much out of breath, and very much… pregnant?!

“Somebody remind me to get those two idiots leashes the next time we’re at the pet store.” she huffed as she practically waddled to where you and Minho stood. Her belly was nearly the size of a volley-ball, and she looked absolutely ethereal despite the dirty look she was sending her fiancé.

“Ash! What the hell is this?” you squealed in disbelief as you pulled away from Minho and stepped forward to hug her, Jo and Chan momentarily forgotten.

“Oh, don’t even get me started on this thing. I swear to God, she’s already taking after her father. She’s such a bully.” she complained around a giggle before she hugged you tightly back. “Welcome home, Babe.”

“How long has this been a thing for?” you asked then as you pulled away and inspected her adorable belly.

��Almost eight months now.” she responded with a loving smile as she followed your gaze down to her bulging stomach. You instantly reached a hand out and smacked Minho’s arm as he pulled Ash against his side and planted a kiss to her cheek.

“Assholes! How come you didn’t tell me?” you shot at the both of them. They both blushed and smiled at one another before Ash beamed back at you.

“We wanted to wait and surprise you with your new-born niece when you came home from the tour.”

You shook your head at them and pulled them both in for a quick tight hug as you congratulated them joyfully, however, the sweet moment was cut short when Jo’s voice echoed around you guys, bringing you all back down to reality.

“Chris, please, let me go!” she cried as she tried to pull away from him again. His hands were wrapped firmly around her flailing wrists and he had bent his body to bring his face level with hers. His eyes held nothing but love and patience in them as he stared at her and spoke softly.

“Jo, please. Take a deep breath and relax before you have an asthma attack.” one of his hands let go of hers so he could reach up and cup her face, his thumb stroking her cheek gently. You didn’t realise Jo was crying until her body jolted around a hiccup as she tried to do what Chan instructed.

“I have to do something,” she spoke, her voice now small and broken. “She didn’t tell us. Why didn’t she tell us?”

You felt your heart shatter upon seeing her this upset and you immediately went to her side. You grabbed her free hand, pulling her eyes off of Chans and onto you.

“Hey,” you whispered, offering her a small smile while you rubbed your thumb across her knuckles. It was like she totally forgot you were even there. She stared at you flatly for a second before her eyes registered that you were here with her and that you were okay.

“Come on, let’s go talk in the car.” you spoke softly to her as Chan released her cheek and kissed the side of her head, his fingers slipping down to interlock with hers.

She sniffled and shook her head at your suggestion.

“I’m not leaving this airport unless it’s on the next flight out to Amsterdam so I can kick his ass into the next lifetime.” she pouted, though her feet automatically followed yours as you retreated back to Ash and Minho, away from the frightened and confused workers.

“It’ll be easier if you wait until he comes back to Korea so all ten of you can go after him at once.” you suggest, your body internally cringing at how easily you suggested it. Jo just glanced up at you with her big coffee-coloured eyes, a small smile forming on her freckled face.

“That’s actually a brilliant idea.” she whispered in awe as she let Chan and you guide her towards the airport doors. Minho had picked up your two suitcases and Chan grabbed your purse and carry-on from where they were sitting on the ground, handing them to you before you all exited the building into the bright morning sun.

“Thank you. I tend to have those from time to time.” you responded dryly as you hooked your arm through hers. You were mostly doing it to offer her comfort as she slowly calmed down, but a part of you was nervous that if you let her go, she’d turn around, run back inside and hop onto a plane before anyone could stop her.

Despite the way she charged angrily into the airport, you were happy that you decided to call her and Ash after your plane landed instead of grabbing a taxi back to your apartment. Seeing them made being home more real.

Back in Amsterdam, after the whole incident at the bar, Juho had brought you back to the hotel the three of you were staying in and helped you pack your suitcase as quickly as possible. While you were getting changed and cleaning yourself up, he made a few phone calls and managed to get you onto the next flight schedule home.

He had then driven you to the airport and dropped you off later that night, reassuring you he would take care of everything and that all you had to do was relax and get home safely.

The flight itself was a long one, nearly twelve hours to be exact, and even though you slept for most of it, you were still exhausted and drained from everything that happened to you.

Seojun didn’t even try to contact you once, which you were thankful for. Sookie attempted to call you, leaving messages after hearing the news from Juho, but you ignored every single one of them.

It wasn’t until you were waiting for Ash and Jo and the boys to arrive to come pick you up did you get news from Juho that everything was being taken care of. A tweet would be made at the end of the week by the head of the tour company that there was a family emergency that had occurred and you were needed back home, thus claiming your absence for the rest of the tour.

He suspected the fans would respond well to the news as the tour company was planning on sending out refunds to anyone who wanted them, and he also informed you his company was already investigating Seojun and Sookie’s relationship. He estimated the tour would be cut short in a week or two and everyone would be sent home.

You were happy to hear about it, though the thought of Seojun returning back to Korea made you nervous. He had been to your apartment, the family house, and pretty much everywhere you and the gang would hang out. Even though he wasn’t contacting you now it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try once he was home. And boy would he be pissed.

“Does anyone else know I’m home yet?” you asked in an attempt to distract yourself before your thoughts could lead you down a dark path. The five of you were piled into Minho’s truck, the two boys in the front and the three girls in the back. Chan shook his head as he turned in the passenger seat to look at you.

“No. And we’re not going to tell any of them until you’re ready for them to know.” he assured you before Ash spoke up.

“Although you may not have a lot of time. Once that tweet goes out, they’re going to be asking questions.” she said. You nodded.

“I think I just need a day or two to recover and then I’ll come to the house and surprise everyone.” you smiled around a yawn before resting your head on Jo’s shoulder.

“Let one of us know and we can plan a little surprise party for them or something. I know they’ll all be so happy to see you.” Ash smiled as she leaned her head against your shoulder, the three of you looking squished yet comfortable together in the backseat.

You let out a sigh at her words, your brain disobeying you by thinking about the one person you wanted to see now more than anything, despite him probably never wanting to see you again.

“Not everyone. Not Jisung.” you barely whispered with a frown. Everyone heard you speak into the silence, and Chan turned his head around again to give you an encouraging grin.

“Especially Jisung,” he corrected.

Before you could argue with him, Minho cleared his throat and met your gaze in the rearview mirror.

“I have to warn you, though. Jisung’s been-'' he paused and thought about his next words carefully before speaking up, your interest piqued. “He’s been different.”

“Different how?” you questioned.

Minho let out a long breath, as if whatever it was he was going to say had been weighing on him for some time now.

“Well, in short, pre-debut Han Jisung has definitely made an appearance or two.... or six since you’ve been gone. He’s been mean…and irritating…and more than a little miserable.” Minho answered truthfully with a grimace.

“Well, when we actually get a chance to see him, that is.” Chan added.

You glanced between the two boys with a quizzical look on your face, trying to figure out what they were saying when Ash let out a breath and spoke up for them.

“He moved himself into a hotel for the first three or four months you were gone. He came home before the tour started, but now that it’s ended, we don’t really see much of him anymore.” she spoke with a shrug and gave you an apologetic smile for whatever she was going to say next. “He goes out. A lot. Sometimes he won’t come home until morning when all of us are gathered around eating breakfast. Binnie and Min have tried asking where he goes at night, but he just ignores them and disappears into his room to work for a few hours before he goes out again.”

“Honestly, he’s probably out whoring around somewhere. He’s certainly turned into one since we’ve been back.” Jo grunted from beside you before you could say anything.

Chan turned and sent her a disappointed look. “Okay now, Love, I wouldn’t go that far.”

Jo’s face scrunched up in disdain.

“I would. He’s turned into a whore.”

“Jo, please.” Chan pleaded, his mouth set into a frown as he stared at her. “We talked about this.”

“What? I’m still not happy about what he did. Just because Seojun and his band of harlots now sit higher than him on my hitlist doesn’t mean I no longer want to kick his ass.” she grumbled, giving Chan a challenging look.

You could practically see the way Chan was resisting an eyeroll at her words, so you jumped in before an argument could ensue between the two of them.

“What do you mean he’s turned into a whore?” you asked, the twist in your gut making you not even want an answer back.

Minho interjected and answered your question before Jo could, earning a glare from her in the rearview mirror.

“Well, post-debut Han Jisung has also made a slight appearance, though it’s not as bad as it used to be,” he explained as he drove.

Jo snorted from beside you.

“Not as bad? Dude, anytime we go out anywhere now we have to pull him off of some chick's mouth when it’s time to leave. Sounds a little slutty to me.”

Ash sighed and glanced around you so she could look at Jo.

“Yes, but we don’t have to worry about him going home with them, or him bringing them back to the house either. It’s not slutty unless he sleeps with them.” she reasoned. You felt more confused than before.

“What are you guys on about?”

Minho sighed as he clutched the steering wheel. “Whenever we go out to clubs or bars now, Ji just seeks out a pretty woman and stays glued to her side pretty much all night. They’re usually found dancing together or making out in dark corners when it’s time to go.”

Minho's words cut through you like a knife, slashing at your heart without mercy. Your breath then got caught in your throat for a second at the thought that swirled through your head.

He's moved on.

“Oh.” you responded. Your voice sounded eerily calm, neutral, and expressionless despite the way the cracks in your already-shattered heart began to extend. “Awesome.”

“Look, it’s not as bad as you think.” Chan encouraged as he reached out to grab your hand reassuringly. “Seeing as I’m the one who usually has to go and detach him from these women, I can honestly say he’s not at all into it.”

“You stand there and watch Jisung make out with women?” Jo suddenly interjected, her angry behavior now turned bratty and annoyed. Chan granted her a quick glare before he shook his head and rubbed at his eyes.

“Jesus, Jo, no. I don’t stand there and watch him. I’m just saying, in the seconds it takes for me to walk up to them, I’ve noticed based on his body language that he’s not into it.``

Silence filled the vehicle suddenly as the two of them stared each other in the eye, both challenging one another to speak. You felt a wave of discomfort wash over you when no one else decided to break the tension that was suddenly filling the car.

Ash and Minho looked unbothered, as if they were used to this switch in behavior by now, but you were having trouble wrapping your head around the sudden change in dynamic.

No less than twenty minutes ago Chan was holding her as she cried into his arms, soothing her and helping her calm down before she gave herself a hernia, and now they were glaring at one another as if Jo was actually pissed that he stopped her from leaving on a plane back at the airport.

You swallowed roughly and tried to alleviate some of the stress that clouded the air surrounding you.

“Not into it, how?” you asked quietly. Chan ignored you briefly and addressed Jo with a certain dominance you never noticed he had before.

“Are you done?” he asked casually, his brows lifted expectantly. Jo bit her cheek, her brown eyes widening as a frown of regret spread across her face. She nodded, leaving you even more confused as to what the hell was going on.

“Sorry Chris.” she apologised before giving him a small smile. Chan smiled back and you felt like you suddenly had whiplash.

What the fuck was happening?

“To answer your question Bunny, Ji never actually touches any of the women he meets.” Chan started to explain as his attention turned back to you. You blinked, wondering if you had just imagined the entire ordeal, but Minho’s small chuckle proved you didn’t.

“While these girls have their hands all over him, scratching up his arms and pulling at his hair, his hands stay planted on whatever objects he’s pushed them up against. Anytime they try to pull him against them, he’ll resist. Anytime they ask to take him home, he’ll stop what he’s doing, turn around and leave them high and dry. It’s like he’s looking for a mental distraction, not a physical one.”

“Yeah,” Minho added onto Chan's tangent as he pulled up to a red light. “He hasn’t been with anyone since the night you left, and the only reason he went through with that hook-up was because he let his emotions take over. He said he didn’t even enjoy himself because he was too busy thinking about you.”

You blinked once at Minho's honesty, feeling a blush cover your cheeks at how casually he brought up Jisungs sex life.

“Why would he do that?” you asked. Minho raised a brow while Chan gave you an expressionless look. Ash even let out a laugh from beside you.

“Oh, come on Bunny. You know why.”

“He loves you.”

“You big dumb idiot.”

The three of them all laughed while you crossed your arms and let out a huff of frustration at their claims.

“Well, he sure has a funny way of showing it,” you mumbled, reminiscing back to how over the last year and a half, you hadn’t heard from him once.

Jo rolled her eyes and exhaled roughly.

“It's not like it’s intentional.” she finally gave in to the Jisung talk despite wanting to be mad at him still for all the crap he did. “And I guarantee if he knew you were back, he’d never leave your side again.”

“Why don’t you join us tonight?” Ash piped in then with excitement. “We’re going to The Basement for a couple of drinks and some dancing. I know the boys would be happy to see you.”

The four of them all looked at you in anticipation at Ash’s invitation, causing you to bite your lip nervously. It would be nice to surprise the guys and see everyone again. It’d be even nicer to get some drinks in you and dance all the stress away with your friends, but you were tired.

It was a long flight, and you still felt so much stress and anxiety and downright exhaustion from fleeing Seojun and the tour itself. You didn’t think you had the energy in you to go out clubbing tonight, no matter how enticing it sounded.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready to see Ji yet.” you told them all honestly.

Ash elbowed you playfully in the ribcage while she wiggled her eyebrows.

“I bet he’s ready to see you.” she teased.

You laughed and shook your head at her before Minho suddenly spoke up once more.

“Lemme ask you a question, Bunny.”

He had pulled up to the front of your apartment block and turned off the car abruptly before he unbuckled his seat belt and turned to look at you head on. Everyone's attention was on him as a serious look settled onto his face, and you felt nervous as his eyes found yours.

“Do you still love him?”

That was the stupidest question he could’ve asked you. Despite everything that happened between the two of you the night before you left, despite all the shit you endured over the course of the tour with Seojun and Sookie and everything in between, despite the very clear, very painful absence in your life and in your heart, your answer always remained the same.

“More than anything else in the world.” You answered without hesitation, tears springing to your eyes. After all this time apart, not speaking to each other and not seeing each other on a daily basis, your heart only longed for him more.

You searched for him around every corner, looked for him in every crowded room, listening for his voice everywhere you went. You reached out for his hand every time you felt anxious, hovered over his contact info in your phone every time you felt lonely, dreamt of him holding you every time you felt homesick.

He was a constant in your life even without him being in it at all.

“More than anything else in the world.” You repeated quietly, mostly to yourself as that realisation hit you like a bucket of ice cold water.

He was the one.

He was your person.

Even when you left to indulge yourself in what you thought would be a perfect romance with Seojun, your heart ached for him.

He was the one you loved.

He was the one who made you laugh until your stomach hurt and your bladder was threatening to let go. He was the one who made you feel safe in his arms whenever a panic attack took over your body. He was the one who’s smile could brighten your whole day.

He was the one who loved you back without judgement, who never raised a hand your way when you spoke your feelings out loud, even if those feelings weren't what he wanted to hear. He never gaslit you and manipulated you into loving him back.

He was everything to you and more.

And you needed him.

“Jisung would wait an eternity for you if he had to, but please, please don’t make him.” Chan spoke softly, pleadingly. You shifted your gaze from the centre console of Minho's truck to him. “He’s been such a whiny bitch since you left and I can’t take anymore of it.”

The smile on Chan's face told you he wasn’t serious about the last part, that he was just trying to make you smile, which he succeeded in.

“Sounds pretty on brand of him.” You joked back, wiping at your eyes. You were so tired of crying. “I don’t know guys. I don’t think I’m ready to jump into something else right now. Or ever honestly. Seojun really fucked me up.” you then admitted.

Minho gave you a sad sigh.

“We understand Bunny, we understand completely. And you know we’d never pressure you into something you didn’t want to do. We just want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy.”

You nodded at his words as you wiped at your eyes once more.

“I know. Thank you Min. I know what happened with Seojun wasn’t my fault. Not completely anyways. And I know I deserve to be happy, I just-” you paused and let a sigh of your own out. “I want to come out and see everyone and talk to Ji and figure out where he and I stand with everything, but I just need time.”

“Then we’ll give you all the time you need.”

*****

The clock that sat above your TV tic-ticked noisily throughout the quiet apartment. It was half past ten o'clock and you were sitting on your couch, fiddling aimlessly with the fabric of the old blanket you had wrapped yourself in.

Jo had texted you a couple hours prior saying they were all heading out to the club and asking if you needed a ride, but you declined. You decided you wanted to stay in for the night and get a good night's rest before you surprised the guys tomorrow.

But once you had showered and brushed your teeth and climbed into your familiar bed, you were wide awake. Every thought you could think of flew through your mind, and it left you feeling so anxious and claustrophobic that you decided to move to the couch to prevent an anxiety attack from happening in the small confines of your bedroom.

You had a window cracked while soft music played through a speaker that sat in the corner. You had a cup of tea growing cold on the coffee table in front of you, but you were too entranced by the candle that flickered in the cool breeze to even reach out and take a drink.

You debated getting up and taking melatonin to help you fall asleep, but the kitchen that was less than ten steps away suddenly felt so far.

Your brain was too preoccupied with thoughts of Seojun.

He had finally texted you.

Nearly twenty-four hours later.

The texts started off tame. A simple ‘Where are you?’. You had rolled your eyes as you read it but you didn’t bother responding. It had taken him a full day to even realize you had left. Clearly, he didn’t care all that much about where you were.

You intentionally left him on read, hoping he’d feel the sting you were so familiar with by now, but it only made him more angry. Not long after, the spam texts flew in, blowing up your phone.

‘Where the fuck are you?’

‘Why is Juho telling me you’re back in Korea?’

‘Why did you leave?’

‘Are you two fucking?’

‘You unfaithful whore.’

‘When I get back home you and I are going to sit down and have a serious conversation about respect and your role in this relationship.’

‘Will you fucking answer me?’

‘Guess it was all a lie then, huh? You never really loved me at all, did you? Thanks for wasting my fucking time.'

The last one he sent was the one that caused you to silence your phone completely and leave it sitting on your bedside table.

‘see you soon, Darling'

A threat.

You knew he wouldn’t be back in Korea for another couple of weeks, you even texted Juho just to be sure, but the thought of being alone in your apartment now scared the shit out of you.

What if he showed up? Would he wait until you were alone and blindside you, or would your friends be willing to stay with you for a while until everything blew over?

The stress made you feel nauseous.

You thought about calling Chan or Minho and telling them about what Seojun had sent, but you knew it wouldn’t do any good. They were out having a good time and Seojun was still in the Netherlands. There was no reason to work everyone up over an subtle threat.

Still, you couldn’t help but suddenly feel helpless, defenseless in your apartment all alone. He seemed to linger in every dark corner, hiding behind every door you opened. Every creak and crack had you on edge. Every flickering shadow caused by the candle in front of you made your heart race.

It wasn’t fair.

How was it that Seojun got off so easily? How is it that you gave him nothing but love and devotion and now you were the one left suffering alone? Like the universe was out to get you for all the bad you’ve done while growing up. Though, of all the terrible acts you had inflicted upon yourself over the course of your lifetime, Seojun by far had been the worst form of self-harm.

Minho was right.

You deserved more.

You deserved to be happy.

And the only one who would make you happy, the only one who ever made you happy, was Jisung.

It’s always been him.

And it was time to get him back.

That was the only thought in your mind as you abruptly threw the blanket off of your body, blew out the candle and charged for the door. You barely paused long enough to slip on a pair of shoes and grab your keys before you left, not even bothering to take a look in the mirror that sat beside the front door.

It wasn’t until you had reached the outdoors and a brisk wind hit you did you realise you didn’t change your clothes. Your hair was pulled back into the messiest bun, barely held together by a thin elastic, and your face was make-up free for the first time in what felt like months. You probably looked more than a little homeless to anyone passing by, however, your determination had complete control of your body and you feared you’d lose your nerve if you even thought about stepping foot back inside.

The oversized t-shirt that you stole from Jisungs closet years ago was distressed, worn out and littered with holes, but it hung low enough down your body to cover the pair of pyjama shorts you had pulled on after your shower. The warm, tight material of the shorts barely covered your butt, and it did little to protect you from the cold air, but with the adrenaline coursing through your veins so rapidly at your own bravery, you barely noticed it.

When you hailed a taxi and arrived outside the club, the line was still long despite how late in the evening it was. People were huddled together in groups as they laughed and joked with one another, trying to pass the time until they’d be let in. A group of girls at the front of the line eyed you as soon as your converse-covered feet hit the curb, sending you looks of disgust and disdain at your current state.

The thought of the club being filled with beautiful women who were all half dressed and liquored up, ready to dance with anyone and everyone made you feel uneasy and your resolve slipped as a wave of insecurity passed over you. But, the feeling was gone a second later when you thought about all the women inside who’d be vying for Jisungs attention.

The thought of him hooking up with someone just through those front doors while you stood outside only made you move faster, approaching the bouncer with a committed smile.

Thanks to the weekly visits you and your friends used to make to the club, and the bouncer being a long time friend of Changbins, you were able to walk straight up and surpass everyone in line, earning glares from the people around you.

“I had a feeling I’d see you here tonight.” Dae-hyun laughed as he stepped aside to let you in. “You don’t exactly meet the dress code, but I guess it’s better than what ninety percent of the people inside are wearing.”

“I’m here on a mission, Dae,” you replied with a wave of his head, ignoring his teasing. You hardly caught his reply as you whipped past him, your feet sending you moving in double time.

“Chan said you’d probably show. You know where they are.”

And with that, you entered the club with only Jisung on your mind.

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이초희 …… ( THE WEIGHT OF YOU: PART THREE. )

❝Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.❞ ― William S. Burroughs

CHARACTERS : CHLOE LEE … SON ROAN … CHO JIHAN

WORDS : 1.3K

WARNINGS / NOTES : Dead Body. Physical Violence. Really just a piece about Chloe's mental and her start to coping with her abuser finally being dead. If I missed something, let me know! Thank you so much for reading! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

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Sitting between two grown men sits Chloe still in her PJs, blood still splattered across her face and decorating the lace of her tank top. The truck Roan is driving is old and jostles around a lot as he drives down the dirt road that seemingly leads to nowhere. Her manicured hands rest on her bony knees, while polish and pink designs adore them. They’ve been driving for what feels like hours now, passing through cities and neighborhoods until they’ve ended up in the countryside.

It’s been a long time since Chloe’s been to the countryside. She hates the woods. Bad things happen in the woods. Bad things that have been replaying through Chloe’s mind all night. Bad things that Hyojin facilitated and encouraged despite saying he loved her. Chloe would never do to Hyojin what he did to her, but that’s because she truly loved him despite his glaring red flags.

The neon-painted warning signs Chloe ignored back then mean nothing now, though. Hyojin is dead, and she isn’t. It’s a victory very few people in Chloe’s position get to relish in. She didn’t want to look like a psycho in front of Roan and Jihan, but throughout the ride, every time she’d hear the dead weight of Hyojin’s body in the bed of the truck being tossed around, she’d smile or chuckle. She couldn’t help it. Hyojin was dead, and she wasn’t. It was almost too amusing.

The three of them haven’t spoken the entire ride. They’ve barely looked at each other. Jihan would glance at Chloe when he heard her chuckle, clearly fighting the urge to join in with her. He found Chloe amusing, fascinating even, but given the circumstances he stayed silent, knowing that saying anything would ruin the comfortable silence the trio had unwillingly built.

“Alright,” Roan grunts, putting the truck in park when they get to their supposed destination. Chloe leans forward to look past Jihan and out his window, feeling nothing but miles and miles of grass. She has no idea where the hell they are but oddly, she feels safe. She knows why she feels safe. The only person capable of hurting her is dead in the back of the truck, soon to be lit on fire and turned into nothing but ash. Truthfully, Chloe hasn’t felt this safe in years. It’s a refreshing feeling.

Roan and Jihan open their doors at the same time, Jihan holding the door open for Chloe and extending his hand out for her to help her down. Chloe feels like a princess on her way to the ball when she takes the man’s hand, elegantly stepping down and into the grass with a small hum as she cranes her neck around to take in her surroundings.

“It’s very nice out here,” Chloe says, speaking the first thing that comes to her mind. Jihan hums, nodding as he looks around as well.

“Stunning, actually.”

Roan clears his throat, causing the both of them to turn their attention towards him. He stands with an unamused look on his face and hands on his hips.

“Someone help me with this body, please.”

When Hyojin’s body is laid in the damp grass, Chloe can’t stop herself from starring at him, arms limply at her side and an expressionless look on her face as Roan and Jihan work on getting the fire set up, sticks and leaves cracking beneath their feet.

Chloe can’t believe she’s looking at the devil right now. How she’s staring at him and he can’t do anything about it. He’s stiff and cold with a dent in his skull. She blinks, taking a step toward him with a tilt of her head like he’d wake up. His jaw is slightly ajar and eyes blankly stare up at the sky. He is dead and she isn’t. Chloe just can’t believe it.

She taps his body with her foot, watching as he sluggishly moves with just the slightest touch. There’s a calming feeling of nothingness blanketing her as she taps him again, waiting to hear his protests but they never come. She taps his side again this time with more force, taking a deep breath when she hears her foot collide with his flesh. It’s a dull sound, barely there, but it makes Chloe’s heart beat faster.

She rears her foot back, landing a hard and swift blow to Hyojin’s side. He says nothing but his body limply moves, making Chloe take a shaky breath and her brows to knit as if she’s confused. She wants him to say something, she wants him to scream, she wants him to beg her to stop, and she wants to hear him cry. Chloe wants to hear herself in Hyojin. Her eyes are suddenly hot and her chest feels like it's on fire, making her lips press into a firm line.

“Stupid,” Chloe whispers as she kicks him again. “Stupid fucking monster.” She slams her foot into Hyojin again, and again, and again until she’s breathing like a maniac, sweat forming on her hairline and calve beginning to burn. She can’t stop it even if she wants to. It’s like she needs to kick him until something in him breaks. She needs to hear a crack, a snap, she needs to hear it to make herself stop.

It’s not fair that Hyojin and his friends could break something inside her but she couldn’t do the same. It’s so tiring. It’s such a tiring secret but Chloe will keep it until she dies, preferring to be weighted down by a confession she’ll never utter instead of another soul knowing what happened to her. She thinks it’s funny that Hyojin is the one lying in the grass now, being brutalized by her even if he can’t feel anything.

Chloe has a vague memory of feeling nothing that night in the woods. It was like her mind and body shut down to protect her from what was happening to her. She still doesn’t know if she’s grateful for it or not.

Desperate for a break, Chloe stomps her foot down on Hyojin’s ribs once, twice, three times, yelling with every stomp out of desperation as her body starts to get tired but she pushes herself to deliver one last blow. There’s a dull snapping Chloe’s never heard before, making her eyes widen as she stares at her foot on Hyojin’s chest. It’s deeper than it was a second again, making Chloe hold her breath for a moment before inhaling through her nose with a stiff nod.

“I’d rip you open if I could,” Chloe tells Hyojin’s body, lifting her foot from his chest and placing it back on the grass. It’s like she’s brought back to Earth in that moment where she can feel the men behind her staring at her back, making her sniffle as she fixes her hair. She tucks the dark strands behind her ears, clearing her throat as she turns around slowly.

Chloe’s eyes stay on the grass in front of her, only seeing Roan and Jihan’s shoes as she steps away from Hyojin’s body, crossing her arms as she stands off to the side to let them finish the job.

Her work is done. Now, all she has to do is wait for the fire to catch.

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ﾟ⊹ ꙳⸌♡ BAD GIRLS CLUB are an seven member girl group managed by Mindmix Media. Debuting in March of 2023, Bad Girls Club are a rookie group taking the industry by storm. The group is insanely talented, all of the members excelling in their talents and all of their music releases garnering love from their fans! Along side this they became known for their messy and controversial personalities, earning the title of “the baddest girls in the industry.”

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ name: Bad Girls Club

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ debut date: March 4, 2023

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ debut song: Pull Up

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ label: Mindmix Media

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ fandom name: Baddies

PROFILES ·˚ ༘ˏ*➷

✯ Ahn Joohwa known mononymously as Megan is the leader of Bad Girls Club. Born and raised in Cheonan, South Korea, Megan has always had a love for dance. Ever since the girl became publicly known as a trainee under Mindmix her debut was anticipated. Megan was popularly known at home for being included in many dance competitions, and was well loved by classmates and students for her positive attitude and good grades. Her positive attitude and good leadership lead her to her position as the leader. In 2016 when the girl became a trainee under Mindmix, she was always leader of her team for evaluations, and she was admired by many trainees. Once debuting, many cheered her on and she easily gained the largest fan base of all memebers.

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birth name: Ahn Joohwa

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ stage name: Megan

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birthdate: April 4, 1999

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ position: Leader, Lead Dancer

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ face claim: Yoo Jimin (Karina)

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ voice claim: Rei

✯ Park Sanghee is the main rapper and dancer of Bad Girls Club. Sanghee always had a big personality, she made friends every where she went earning herself the title of a social butterfly from a young age. Despite her fun and social nature, many didn’t like her. Sanghee was never prone to the idea of changing yourself so someone will like you, so if someone didn’t like the way she acted, she laughed in their faces and told them to suck it. Sanghee became a trainee under YG entertainment when she was 16, she trained for 2 years before terminating her contract and leaving the label because she didn’t get along with majority of the trainees and they simply pissed her off! She joined Mindmix shortly after, and joined Bad Girl Academy only a year later, becoming a fan favorite quickly.

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birth name: Park Sanghee

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ stage name: Sanghee

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birthdate: September 29, 1997

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ position: Main Rapper, Main Dancer

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ face claim: Lee Chaeyoung

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ voice claim: Ash-B

✯ Lisha Wen is the main vocalist of Bad Girls Club. Lisha was born and raised in New York City, her love for singing and arts in general came from a young age. Lisha has always been a fun girl, despite being a bit childish, she’s very easy to get along with and is known for her sense of humor. When becoming a trainee, Lisha was nervous to be in a new environment, but the girl made herself a name very quickly for insane talent and her almost taboo attitude. Lisha didn’t care who you were, if you disrespect her, she won’t sit back and take it. Though this gave her a reputation that didn’t quite fit her, it’s how she and Sanghee had became friends. Now as a member of Bad Girls Club, she’s earning herself a title as one of the best vocalist of the generation!

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birth name: Lisha Wen

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ stage name: Lisha

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birthdate: June 15, 1999

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ position: Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ face claim: Song Yuqi

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ voice claim: Kim Jiwon

✯ Lim Yunseo know mononymously as Cloe is the Center and Lead Vocalist of Bad Girls Club. Growing up, Cloe had many many friends. This was simply because, she grew up in an area that appreciated social status, and Cloe’s family was absolutely loaded. Her personality, grew into one of a snob. Despite her awful personality, the young girl was always a talented vocalist and performer. She did dance and theatre when she was younger along side vocal lessons, later going to an arts high school. When becoming a trainee, she was heavily favored by Mindmix. She participated on Produce 48, nearly making it into iz*one. It soon became rumored among the trainees that Cloe’s parents paid a generous amount to have her debut and promoted well after the show. Despite this, the girl has many sides to her that others don’t know and is overlooked by many of her peers.

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birth name: Lim Yunseo

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ stage name: Cloe

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birthdate: August 20, 2000

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ position: Center, Lead Vocalist, Sub-rapper

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ face claim: Kim Yerim

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ voice claim: Natty

✯ Kim Taehee is the visual and main vocalist of Bad Girls Club. From an early age, Taehees striking visuals were appreciated, her parents deciding to have her model for a few years. Taehee enjoyed it a lot, she enjoyed being the center of attention, and she enjoyed showing off her beauty. She soon found a love for music, and started writing music in her down time. She finally expressed her love to her parents, and they couldn’t deny that she was talented at singing and writing so they looked into auditions for their daughter. She became a trainee not long after under Mindmix Media. Despite how much they did to support her, Taehee never felt like they cared about her enjoying it. Rather about how popular and rich their daughter would become. Despite this, she chose to ignore her negative feelings. The girl has become a popular member in Bad Girls Club, and she continues to show off her beauty and talents any chance possible.

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birth name: Kim Taehee

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ stage name: Taehee

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birthdate: March 8, 2001

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ position: Visual, Main Vocalist

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ face claim: Park Sohyun

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ voice claim: Liz

✯ Matsuno Erena is the Lead Rapper and Lead Dancer of Bad Girls Club. Erena always had a big passion for arts and fashion. The girl always was bright, but she had a stand-off demeanor and a strong rbf leaving the girl to be a bit of a loner in school. Despite this she focused hard on dance and at the age of 15 she moved to South Korea and joined Heartkind Labels. She soon debuted at age 17 in the group ‘COLORIZED’ which disbanded two years later due to lack of attention and budget. Heavily disappointed, the girl considered returning to Japan and taking a look into the fashion industry. Erena’s former member Addy gave her information on a label holding auditions, a bit impulsively she auditioned. She joined Mindmix debuting in Bad Girls Club two years later.

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birth name: Matsuno Erena

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ stage name: Erena

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birthdate: May 19, 2001

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ position: Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ face claim: Hinata Sohara

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ voice claim: SuA

✯ Tiara Shen is the main dancer and lead vocalist of Bad Girls Club. Tiara was always the youngest of everything, everywhere she went. At school she was the youngest of her grade, at home she was the youngest child and cousin, and when becoming a trainee she was the youngest of her teams majority of the time. The girl always wanted to feel more grown up, she felt as if everyone treated her like a child and she hated it. Despite this, she was quite childish, and hard to treat like an adult. The girl was immature, she was naive and often times referred to as ‘too nice for her own good.’ Her talent in dance lead her to try auditioning for Mindmix, her family disapproved of the idea but told her it was her choice. They became hostile when she began training, and soon she just stopped trying to talk to them for her own sake. Her debut in Bad Girls Club was anticipated due to her participation on Girls Planet 999, and was not surprising, as many fans loved her on Bad Girl Academy and her talents were never overlooked!

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birth name: Tiara Shen

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ stage name: Tiara

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ korean name: Jung Namhee

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ birthdate: July 10, 2002

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ position: Lead Vocalist, Maknae

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ face claim: Ning Yizhuo

♡˚ ༘ ⋆ voice claim: Kwon Eunbi

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