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weldherwings · Dec 10, 2019

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KIM MINHO

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"i don't want her to see me like this"

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outside renee's house

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be thankful he's wearing clothes

[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"]Appa was drunk again.

Just stay down. Just pretend he knocked you out again. Stay down on the floor, close your eyes, and pretend that he knocked you out, Minho kept thinking to himself, silently praying that his father would just go back to bed. Five minutes. If only he had left five minutes earlier. He had texted his girlfriend, Renée, ten minutes ago to tell her that he was just grabbing some things and he would be on his way to hers. Had he just arrived home from swimming practice five minutes earlier. Had he gotten dressed quicker. Had he gone to the bathroom on the way to Renée’s or at her house. Because five minutes was all it took for his father to wake up and unleash hell.

He could feel the blood beginning to run from his scalp and tickle his skin. His lips felt swollen, and his stomach ached. His old man really did a number on him this time around. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually gone for the face. Normally, it was just a couple of punches to the gut or thighs (especially thighs because he knew that Minho wasn’t showing anyone his thighs. I mean, Appa didn’t know that Minho was getting intimate with his girlfriend. Hell, he didn’t even know his son had a girlfriend to begin with). But even while he was drunk, the man knew not to go for the face. Well, apparently, he was beyond drunk today and he went the full mile.

The room was silent. The air was still. Did his Appa go back to bed? Slowly, Minho peeked through the corner of one of his eyes, looking to see if the man was still there. He flinched automatically as pain ran through his face, his cheeks on fire as if his father had punched him with burning coals in his hands.

“You little shit” a voice snarled in Korean. In a state of panic, Minho opened his eyes wide and attempted to sit up. There was no point in trying to run. His Appa was quick for a drunk and managed to get there, grabbing a fist full of the boy’s shirt and jerking the boy upwards. A swing of his arm and his fist collided with the boy’s face once again.

This was it. He had had enough.

Minho spat on the ground, seeing blood mix with his saliva, focusing on all the power that he could muster. And then in one swift movement, he raised his own fist and hit his Appa with an uppercut. The older male fell to the ground, giving Minho enough time to stand up and bolt out of the apartment. He didn’t even bother grabbing his bag or phone which laid thrown on the ground as a result of the first fist impact to his body. As he slammed the door open and began to run, there was someone familiar already standing at the front door. Yuto. There was no time to stop and talk to his older brother. Especially after just punching his Appa in the face. Instead, Minho ran. And he just kept on running. Down the stairs. Down the street. And on his way to Renée’s house.

The air stung his lungs, and the adrenalin surged through his body. When he was within a few minutes of Renée’s house, he brought his sprint into a jog, and finally… he began to bring it down to a slow-paced walk. His throat felt like it had closed as he struggled to breathe. Taking in deep exhales through his nose, ignoring any pain that was surging through his face, his dark eyes gazed over to look at the house before him. Renée. He had to drag himself to walk up to the front door. Just as he was about to bring his hand up to knock, he felt the sensation of blood dripping from his hair and onto his shirt. His neck was covered with dry and fresh blood. His face was beaten and bruised. She couldn’t see him like this… She couldn’t see him looking so… weak.

Slowly, he brought his hand back down to his side, and his gaze to his feet. He could feel his lips quiver and his eyes beginning to water. There was no way in hell that she was going to see him in this state. And so, he slowly turned away. His mind racing of other available places where he might be able to spend the night.

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weldherwings · Dec 10, 2019

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"forget chicken breasts.
im getting some real titties"

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[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"]“On a lumpy body dressed in red. Sweet and sour flavour. Fashionable tomato – tomato! I’ll be the juice – gulp! I’ll be a ketchup at night – jjig! I’m going to dance – hey! Overbearing tomato – tomato!”

He was singing at full volume like some drunk person on their way home from a night on the town. Well, even if he was, it wasn’t anyone’s business, was it? Yuto made his way up the stairs of the apartment complex, swinging the box of fried chicken he had just purchased. His plan was to grab some weed, smoke it up and go to town on these damn wings. It was the perfect plan. Sure, he had to see the misses soon. But that just sweetened the deal. Weed, chickens and boobies. I’m living the life, Yuto thought to himself as he gleefully made his way up the stairs. The twenty-one-year-old finally made the level in which their apartment complex was on. Sure, he could’ve moved out by now. But rent bills were so high. Plus, living with a crazed alcoholic sometimes had it’s perks. It meant that his Appa was paying for the rent and Yuto could spend as much time as he wanted lying around smoking. He paused, however, as he reached the door for their apartment.

“You little shit!”

The boy could hear Appa’s screams. Minho must’ve been home. His brother had a tendency to always skip out and find other accommodation rather than sleep at here. I mean, Yuto couldn’t blame him. Minho was almost eighteen – he was a big boy who could look after himself. A frown formed on the dark-haired boy’s face as he heard a loud thump. Did someone just die in there? And just as he went to raise his hand to open up the door, it came flying open. It was all a blur. But from what he saw, his baby brother had just dashed out of the house, covered in blood. Confused, Yuto watched as Minho sprinted down the corridor and to the stairs. Okay, cool. Hello to you too brother. Yuto pouted and frown at the lack of acknowledgement Minho gave him – only to feel a fist collide with his face and to fall flat on his ass. The older brother looked up in disgust to see that his Appa was standing there with his nostrils flaring. Wow, Minho must’ve really pissed him off. Hey, wait a second –

“What the fuck did I do?!” Yuto spat at his Appa, his voice involuntarily squeaking as he cursed. The older male rolled his eyes before lazily turning around and making his way back into the darkness which they called their home. He cursed again towards his Appa before he froze. “Oh no… Oh no… Oh no!” his eyes widened in shock and disbelief. How could this have happened?! “My fucking chicken!” he cried, his eyes softening at the sight of his precious friend chicken scattered all over the floor. God Dammit, Minho, he thought to himself as he pushed his body off of the floor and stood upright. You piss off Appa and it’s me that has to suffer. Not you. So inconsiderate.

Well, shit.

There was no chicken now.

And Appa was in a shitty mood.

Well, I suppose there was only one thing he could do now. Check out some boobies. With a defeated sigh, Yuto pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to make his way through the corridor and down the stairs. All the while, his fingers were quick to bring up Aera’s number on his phone. Placing the phone next to his ear, he listened to the ringing as he began to silently sing to himself once more. With not a care in the world. Once the sound of the phone being picked up rang in his ears, a smile grin formed on his face. “Helllo sexy girl. Change of plans. Daddy is coming over early tonight” he announced to her in Korean. “Oh, and if you have food, that’d be great. It’s been a very emotional night. I lost a twelve pack of deep fried chicken wings and it’s hurting my soul” [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:14px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

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[class=container]position: relative; display: flex; align-items: center; align-content: stretch; width: 100%; margin: auto; max-width: 400px; overflow: hidden; border-radius: 2px; height: 400px; background: #0c0c0c;[/class] [class=border]position: absolute; top: 50px; width: 100%; height: 300px; overflow: hidden;[/class] [class=image]width: 100%; height: 300px; position: absolute; background: url(https://pmchollywoodlife.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/melissa-benois-supergirl-glee-ftr.jpg?w=600); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 5%; z-index: 99;[/class] [class=textbox]width: 100%; height: 300px; background: #f2f2f2;[/class] [class=quote]width: calc(100% - 10px); position: absolute; height: 50px; line-height: 50px; font-size: 35px; font-style: italic; font-style: bold; font-family: Raleway; color: white;[/class] [class=name]width: calc(100% - 20px); height: 30px; position: absolute; top: 0; left: 10px; text-align: right; font-family: Raleway; line-height: 35px; font-size: 20px; border-bottom: 1px solid #0c0c0c;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; top: 35px; left: 20px; width: calc(100% - 40px); height: 255px; overflow-x: hidden; font-family: Raleway; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; text-align: justify; padding-right: 5px;[/class] [script class=border on=mouseenter]addClass slideup image[/script] [class=slideup]animation-name: {post_id}slideup; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-fill-mode: both;[/class] [animation=slideup] [keyframe=0] transform:translateY(0px); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform:translateY(-300px); [/keyframe] [/animation] [div class=container][div class=quote style="top: 0; left: 0;"]❝ i just want[/div] [div class=quote style="bottom: 0; left: 0; text-align: right;"]to see him... ❞[/div] [div class=border][div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=name]renée chesney.[/div] [div class=text]I’ll be there soon. Renée read the words over and over again. She lay in bed on her stomach, legs swinging back and forth in the air with her phone in hand and the side of her face resting against the mattress as she stared at the glaring screen. She waited for her messages to change from delivered to read, but nothing. Was there any point in texting him again? Deciding not to, she let go of her phone and grabbed her pillow only to bury her face into it. ”Where are you, Min-ho?” The brunette attempted to mumble into her pillow, but in reality, all that came from her was a bunch of gibberish. Sure, Renée was a little worried about Min-ho. He should have been here by now, but all she could think of was the possibility of her boyfriend being mugged in the streets or even worse, hit by a car. It was starting to get late… Lifting her head up from her pillow, she sat up on her bottom, legs crossed and began to text Min-ho once more. Are you okay? I’m going to walk down and meet you halfway. With that, Renée brought herself to get out of bed and slipped on her ankle boots and a jacket over her pyjamas. Heading towards her bedroom door, she opened it a little to peep her head out and glanced down the hallways, eyeing the premises like a hawk. Parent’s bedroom door shut. Check. Younger sibling’s bedroom door shut. Check. Silence… the possibility of her family being asleep is a high seventy-five per cent. Go, soldier, go go go. Now is your chance. Shutting the door behind her quietly, she tiptoed her way through the hallway, down the stairs and to their front door. Stupid curfews… Before she considered opening the front door, Renée took one more look at her phone, praying that Min-ho had at least read her messages so that she would know he was still alive and breathing. But still, nothing. Her messages still delivered, but not read. Was she being over-dramatic? Maybe he had just fallen asleep after swimming practice… Renée peeled her eyes away from her phone and to the door. She took one small step backwards, debating whether or not to leave. Yet her heart pounded rather slowly in her chest and her gut screamed at her to just go. So, she did. She reached for the door handle and opened the door. Her eyes instantly came into contact with a masculine back. A very familiar one, too. Wait, Min-ho? Renée froze. Her intense eyes gazing over Min-ho from head to toe, then toe to head. Wait, was he leaving? The brunette didn’t hesitate to reach forward to quickly grab her boyfriend’s hand in her own to stop him from leaving. A small weight lifted itself off her shoulders now that she knew Min-ho was here and she could see him with her own eyes, but still… she couldn’t help the feeling in her gut that screamed something was not right. ”Min-ho?” She finally spoke, though her voice came out a little quieter than she wanted. Please be okay. Please. Be. Okay.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

weldherwings · Dec 10, 2019

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"please dont ask me if im ok"

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He paused on the spot, hearing her voice and feeling her hand wrap around his own, instantly feeling his eye starting to sting. The boy was trying to resist the urge to allow the waterworks from flowing from his eyes. His lower lip trembled as he pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. No. You can’t let her see you cry, he thought to himself. You can’t let her see you being weak. Because being weak is what got him into this situation. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He wanted to rip his hand away from her and just run as fast as he could… But… He couldn’t run away – Renée had clearly seen him. And he couldn’t say that she must’ve mixed him up with someone else. They had been dating for a while now and he was pretty certain that she knew what the back of her boyfriend’s head looked like. And to add it all together with a sweet little bow… He didn’t have his bag or phone on him. Which meant that even if he did run away, he’d have no money and no way of contacting anyone. It really wasn’t a smart choice.

He had to bite his pride.

Slowly, Minho turned around, and his eyes connected with hers. Only for a second as he was finding it unbearable to look at her. He could feel his chest becoming tight, knowing that his heart felt like it was about to break into two. His own dark eyes darted towards the floor as he bowed his head. As if he was ashamed that she had to see him this way. But what was he going to tell her? That he tripped over? That he fell off his bike again? There was only so much he lying he could do to cover up his Appa’s marks. He always told people he was clumsy but was yet to display it in front of his girlfriend. It seemed as if he was only ever clumsy when he was by himself.

Speak, you idiot, his head began to scream. Obviously, he knew that Renée was going to be shocked by his appearance. His face bruised, his lips felt like they had been shredded by his braces as he could taste blood in his mouth and the blood that slowly pouring from his head and down his neck, soaking into his clothes, all coming from some unknown cut on his scalp. He hadn’t had time to stop and think about it or look in a mirror. And to be honest, the adrenalin was kicking in. The only reason he knew there was even a cut was because he was fully aware of the feeling of the blood tinkling down his neck. He allowed a heavy, defeated sigh to fall from his lips. “I’m sorry I’m late…” He muttered to her, praying that she wouldn’t make a big deal out of this. Praying that she’d leave him to sort out his issues and wounds by himself. But knowing Renée, that wasn’t going to happen. She’ll probably ask him what happened, and he’d do the exact same thing he always did – block her out. Lie to her and tell her that everything is okay. You know, the normal routine. [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:15px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

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Her parents were out again tonight. They'd told Aera it was because they had some business to tend to for work, but she was pretty sure it was simply because they didn't want to have to come home and cook dinner. Like usual. Anything to skimp out on family time. But she was also positive they weren't spending the evening together either; they were the most dysfunctional couple she had ever met. Well, besides her and Yuto of course. They were far from perfect, but the girl had simply told herself that was how relationships were supposed to be. After all, it was all she'd ever known thanks to her own family.

Speak of the devil. The moment he entered her thoughts, her phone was ringing, his name flashing across the screen. A sigh escaped Aera's lips despite the smile that immediately appeared. He had such good timing. It was almost like he knew her parents were out. Without wasting a moment, the blonde haired girl picked up her phone, murmuring a soft hey babe before hearing Yuto go off on a tangent that was almost impossible to follow. But she was used to it.

Rolling her eyes to herself at the boy's choice of words, Aera leaned back against the couch she was sitting on, a chuckle leaving her lips as she let her eyes slip closed. "My parents aren't home, so..." She trailed off, smirking a little as the words escaped her. Yuto would know exactly what she meant by that. "I'll go order the chicken wings. You just get here quick, babe." With that, the girl hung up, then googled the nearest place to order some wings from. Three minutes later and the order was placed, leaving her waiting around for her boyfriend to come over.

Aera couldn't help but wonder why Yuto was coming over early all of a sudden, wondering what his change in plans had been. Of course, it didn't really matter. She just wanted him over so they could eat and then fuck the brains out of each other, something she knew they both enjoyed plenty. With a little sigh, she pushed her dark hair over her shoulders and spread out across the couch, waiting for her boyfriend to swing by and follow up on the promises he had made.

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yousmelldead · Dec 10, 2019

[class=phoebe] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/WCVUqQZ.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 264px; height: 400px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #707070; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 264px; height: 400px; left: 294px; top: 60px; border: 1px solid #fff; [/class][class=mood] position: absolute; left: 59px; top: 342px; overflow: visible; width: 151px; height: 69px; text-align: center; font-family: Avenir; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; color: rgba(255,253,246,1); [/class][class=1] position: absolute; left: 268px; top: 35px; overflow: visible; width: 53px; height: 27px; text-align: center; font-family: Avenir; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 45px; color: rgba(217,204,209,1); [/class][class=2] position: absolute; left: 532px; top: 435px; overflow: visible; width: 53px; height: 27px; text-align: center; font-family: Avenir; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 45px; color: rgba(217,204,209,1); [/class] [div class=phoebe] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] PING

Fumbling with the buttons to the overalls, Phoebe cursed softly as she fell backwards onto her bottom. The brunette groaned, glasses falling forward as she pulled on her right boot lacing it quickly as she did so. Hopefully she would be able to get the hell out of there before Will came out of the bathroom.

There was no doubt in her mind that he was doing a whole performance of himself in there so unless he ended up getting whacked in the head by shampoo, he'd be in there for at least another ten minutes.

Okay, just one more boot and---- P I N G

Pausing in her fumbling, Phoebe moved her gaze to the demonic device going off against the wooden nightstand. "Give it up Samantha.", she growled under her breathe as she pushed her glasses up on her nose. "Hey Pheebs, you up yet?" Crap. His montage of himself was over. The brunette paused, left boot in hand as she stared doe-eyed up at the man who had made his grand entrance.

Why was she even mad? She had absolutely no right to be. The two had an arrangement, nothing more. So if Will wanted to whore it up with Samantha then he had every right to. Oh god, what if she had some type of STD? Phoebe cringed at the thought, shaking her head as she stood up with her left boot still in her hand.

"Actually you know--", she paused as he started to speak about going to grab breakfast before her class. Her lips pulled down slightly, fingers now gripping the boot as if it was her life raft. Will had a way about him, especially when he looked at her the way he currently was. Phoebe was a terrible liar, she was blunt to the point where people thought it was annoying. "I don't feel good.", she choked out before scrunching up her nose already not liking the lie that rolled off her tongue.

PING

constellation

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yousmelldead · Dec 10, 2019

[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/0raDLNf.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 369px; height: 272px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #707070; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 369px; height: 272px; left: 205px; top: 38px; background-color: #fff; [/class][class=mood] position: absolute; left: 26px; top: 22px; overflow: visible; width: 137px; height: 118px; text-align: center; font-family: Avenir; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; color: rgba(254,252,244,1); [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] This was a joke, right?

Myles stared at the love of his life's back as she continued her---well you know. He had always loved the fact that he was so tall. He never had to worry about getting a bad seat at a concert because no matter where he sat he could see. Top shelf ketchup bottle? No problem. Long line in the bathroom? Avoidable. However, for the first time in his life he hated the fact that he had front row seats to the worst show he had ever seen.

The other man's voice pulled Myles away from the scene in front of him, brown eyes averting automatically to the floor. Myles stayed silent as he stared at the bouquet now scattered on the floor in the doorway of the dorm room. Maybe they were still salvageable? He could just pick off the ruined ones and at least they could still be put in a vase.

Ensley was now staring at him, covering herself in the thin sheet that she had previously been under. He took a step to his left, blocking the view of anyone passing by the dorm room. The dorm room was open, the last thing she needed was for anyone to see her wrapped in a god damn sheet. His dark eyes connected with her bright ones, unsure of what was exactly going through them. Their eyes broke contact soon after though and Jake was now making his way out of the room.

Myles pulled the door shut as soon as Jake had finally left the room, his eyes not moving from the floor as he tried to get his brain to function properly again. He was never good with confrontation, he had been so used to his parents fighting when he was younger that he hated it. Ensley's voice broke through his thoughts, his gaze coming up off the floor to meet hers for a moment before returning to the flowers. So, uh, this doesn't look too good, does it?

How was he supposed to respond to that? Myles cleared his throat before bending down to retrieve the flowers from the floor. He put them in a neat pile before placing them down on the bed beside the blonde. "No, not really Ensley.", he finally spoke as he took a seat on the floor rather than on the bed of which his girlfriend had just been plowing another dude on. His hands lifted, fingers now running through his messy locks as he contained the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry that I spoke to you like that." Myles pressed his head against the wall for the third time today, his dark eyes staring at the girl on the bed. Why the hell was he apologizing? "I didn't know it was a breakup fight.", he laughed lightly before shaking his head. Don't you dare cry Myles. Don't you fucking dare.

sereiin

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constellation · Dec 10, 2019

[class=container]position: relative; display: flex; align-items: center; align-content: stretch; width: 100%; margin: auto; max-width: 400px; overflow: hidden; border-radius: 2px; height: 400px; background: #0c0c0c;[/class] [class=border]position: absolute; top: 50px; width: 100%; height: 300px; overflow: hidden;[/class] [class=image]width: 100%; height: 300px; position: absolute; background: url(https://pmchollywoodlife.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/melissa-benois-supergirl-glee-ftr.jpg?w=600); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 5%; z-index: 99;[/class] [class=textbox]width: 100%; height: 300px; background: #f2f2f2;[/class] [class=quote]width: calc(100% - 10px); position: absolute; height: 50px; line-height: 50px; font-size: 35px; font-style: italic; font-style: bold; font-family: Raleway; color: white;[/class] [class=name]width: calc(100% - 20px); height: 30px; position: absolute; top: 0; left: 10px; text-align: right; font-family: Raleway; line-height: 35px; font-size: 20px; border-bottom: 1px solid #0c0c0c;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; top: 35px; left: 20px; width: calc(100% - 40px); height: 255px; overflow-x: hidden; font-family: Raleway; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; text-align: justify; padding-right: 5px;[/class] [script class=border on=mouseenter]addClass slideup image[/script] [class=slideup]animation-name: {post_id}slideup; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-fill-mode: both;[/class] [animation=slideup] [keyframe=0] transform:translateY(0px); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform:translateY(-300px); [/keyframe] [/animation] [div class=container][div class=quote style="top: 0; left: 0;"]❝ i just want you[/div] [div class=quote style="bottom: 0; left: 0; text-align: right;"]to be okay... ❞[/div] [div class=border][div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=name]renée chesney.[/div] [div class=text]Everything was not okay. Min-ho was not okay. The first thing that Renée spotted was red. Red everywhere. Red trickling down the side of her boyfriend’s head. Red covering his plaited shirt. Red covering his neck. Suddenly, red was Renée’s least favourite colour now. She prayed that the next time her eyes shut and reopened, her Min-ho would be free of bruises and blood. Smiling like a goofball with his braces, which Renée adored. But no, he wasn’t. Instead, he stood in front of her, staring at the ground, avoiding any form of eye contact and apologising for being late. As if she was going to scold him like a mother to her child. But all Renée wanted to do was take him into her arms and hug him, because oh God, he was hurt. And yet if she hugged him, she was afraid he’d hurt, even more, then it would be her fault… ”Wha… what happened to you?” She finally brought herself to speak, but her voice came out quiet and squeaky as she forced her wide eyes to look into his own brown eyes now that she had taken the time to take in what a bloody mess he was. Literally. Renée approached Min-ho, closing the gap between them and raised her hand slowly to cup his chin, tilting his head gently to examine the bruises and cuts he had. She had so many questions but she didn’t want to burden the boy any more than he already seemed. She just wanted to help him. Clean him up. Heal him. Even deal with the pain for him if she could. Yet that was way beyond her level of skill. She was only seventeen years old and a high-schooler. Heck did she know anything about stitching cuts or preventing him from bleeding out. Oh God, he wasn’t going to bleed out, was he? Biting down on the inside of her cheek, the brunette took one glance at her front door, internally praying that her parents would not catch both of them dillydallying outside the house. The last thing she or Min-ho needed was her mother and father pestering her about… well, the blood and bruises. And then the whole breaking curfew. She wouldn’t even know what to say. Yet, at the same time, Renée had no freaking clue what to do and it sucked. ”We should probably take you to the hospital, right?” The girl questioned, turning back to face her boyfriend, worry written all over her face. Of course, the hospital was definitely the right place to be. That way Min-ho could get checked up in case of… any severe injuries. But what was he even supposed to say for the cause of his injuries? Renée could only guess that he would be grilled by doctors and nurses to tell them. So, maybe going to the hospital wasn’t a good idea. Jesus. She shook her head. ”No. No hospital.” Great, now she was rambling too much. She looked like a right fool. Min-ho came to you for a reason, Renée. Do something. Anything. ”Let me clean you up,” the teenager blurted, nodding her head as if she had just discovered the cure to freaking cancer. But it was the best she could do.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

weldherwings · Dec 11, 2019

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"im hurt"

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outside renee's house

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be thankful he's wearing clothes

[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"]What happened to you?

Yes Minho. What exactly happened to you? He could tell her that he fell down the stairs of the apartment complex on his way over? Or that he had been jumped by a couple of guys on his way over? But then it wouldn’t explain why he didn’t have his phone or bag on him. And it would just be building up more lies. He had been lying for far too long to his girlfriend. But what was he going to do then? Tell her the truth? That his Appa had been abusive ever since he was little? And that over the last year, Appa was drinking more and getting more physical? No, there was no way he could tell her that. After all, he struggled to trust her. Okay, don’t get me wrong. He loved her. He somewhat trusted her. But there was always a feeling deep in his gut that told him not to fully trust her. That at any given moment, she could run away and leave him alone to defend for himself. If he put all his trust in her, then when she left, he would be a mess.

As he felt that hand upon his face, Minho flinched. Not because it hurt. But because he had been drifting off into a daydream land as he tried to figure out a way of getting out of all of this. Renée’s touch had brought him back down to Earth again where he was reminded of the mess that he was in. As she directed his head, tilting it see the extent of his wounds, Minho silently obeyed to every movement. However, he wanted to freaking protest. Why was she treating him like a wounded puppy? He lightly swallowed, holding his tongue because he knew as soon as he opened his mouth, he was probably going to start World War Three.

And then that word was said. Hospital. With wide, panicked eyes, Minho looked at his girlfriend. No… No, she wouldn’t bring him there, would she? Yuto took him to the hospital when he was ten years old after Appa had broken his arm during one of his drunken fits. Once they were both mended, they had been approached by social workers who asked a heap of questions about their life at home. Thankfully, Yuto was quick to speak and they managed to weasel their way out of it. Not before they were asked a thousand questions though. Ah, back when Yuto was actually useful for something. Now his older brother just spent his days getting high and drunk.

So, when Renée shook her head and announced that they wouldn’t be going to the hospital, Minho allowed a sigh of relief to fall from his lips. Thank God for that. But then his girlfriend continued to speak. And what she said next it… well, Minho didn’t know how to explain it. Something in him just snapped. Let me clean you up. It was a phrase that reminded him of his Umma before she passed away when he was four. For some reason, when Renée said it, all he could think about was Umma. And it made him… well, it made him furious. Because his mind was telling him that Renée was trying to be his Umma. Trying to replace her. But no one could replace her.

“I’m not a child!” He snapped, loudly. In a swift movement, he released himself from his girlfriend’s hold and took a couple of steps back, digging his heels. His body was prepared for her to try and drag him for some odd reason and he wanted to show her that he wasn’t going to back down. “You need to stop mothering me! I’m eighteen! I know how to look after myself!” He could feel his lips quiver and the tears which he had been trying to hide so badly were starting to surface. Now, this was a rare occasion. Minho hated crying in front of Renée. In their whole relationship, he had only probably cried once in front of her and that was because he had been extremely frustrated that he had failed a test that he studied really hard for. He was that goofy, smiling boyfriend that never wanted to cry because he never wanted to upset his girlfriend.

But right now, here he was; a bloody, bruised, crying boyfriend. A boyfriend who was yelling at his girlfriend who was only trying to help him.

Help him… She was trying to help him and… he yelled at her… Dread ran through his body as his mind finally connected the dots. She would leave him, wouldn’t she? For the way that he was acting. For yelling at her. Feeling a tear run down his cheek, he realised that he didn’t even recognise the person who had been screaming at Renée before. Looking at her, he just wanted to run over and hug her until all the pain went away. But would she accept his embrace? Would she accept him again? He could feel the tears starting to pour from his eyes at a rapid pace. Embarrassed by everything that had happened within the last three minutes, Minho lowered his head once more to stare at the ground. “I’m sorry…” he said in a whimpered, sad, voice. He raised his hands to wipe the tears that were falling down his face and entwining with the blood that continued to slowly run down his face. [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:15px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

weldherwings · Dec 11, 2019

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KIM YUTO

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"puuuuuusssssayyyy"

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leaving the apartment complex

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[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"]She didn’t need to say another word. As soon as she said that her parents weren’t home, Yuto quickened his steps – heck, he began to practically jog towards his car – and barely heard the rest of her sentence. Had he heard her comment about the chicken wings, he would’ve probably proposed to her tonight. “I’ll be there really soon babe. I love you! Just get ready for me!” he practically yelled down the phone, taking his keys out of his pocket to unlock his car. “Don’t start without me. Okay, yeah, start without me if you want cause that shit is hot as hell. Okay, if you’re going to start without me, at least send me a picture? Okay? I’ll be there as soon as possible! Just! Hold up!”

Wow, he was acting like he had never been laid before.

He hung up the phone (not before cooing an arrange of ‘I love yous’ and ‘ill be there soon’s to her) and climbed into his car. Okay. He was getting way too over-excited about all of this. I mean, he and Aera were practically rabbits. Every and any position you could think of, you name it – they had done it. Sober, drunk or high – they knew how to have a great time. So it wasn’t like this was the first time in the world that he was getting laid. However, he was making it seem that way. As he sat in his car, he took a moment to pause and slowly breathe. Okay! Focus! We’re gonna go and get some pussy! He told himself, a wide, cheeky grin forming upon his face.

It took a grand total of eight minutes from his apartment complex to Aera’s place. Google maps said it would take seventeen minutes but he sure showed them. Speeding helped also. Yuto was quick to park the car and race up to the front door. Rather than being that model boyfriend and knock on the door and wait to be invited in, Yuto barged right through, slamming the door shut right after him. I mean, they had been dating long enough and her parents were out. It was time to start feeling like he was home, right?

“I’m ready for some chicken and pusssssy!” He yelled, throwing his car keys onto the coffee table with a wide grin on his face, and beginning to slide off his shoes (oh, true Asian culture right there). Oh, this boy had no filter what so ever. But that was the charm of him. And the reason Aera fell in love with him, right? I mean, she must’ve fallen in love with this side of him otherwise she would’ve left his ass years ago. He kept things fun, fresh and exciting. Everyone needed a little Yuto in their life, even if they didn’t want to admit it. [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:14px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

sereiin · Dec 11, 2019

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Ensley let out a soft breath as Myles closed the door behind Jake, sealing them within her dorm room together. The tension in the air was thick, so much so that she was pretty sure she could cut it with her purple steak knife that was hiding in one of her kitchen drawers. After she'd spoken, her eyes had fallen to the bed sheets in her lap, though she slowly looked back up to meet Myles' gaze when he cleared his throat. And then he bent down to gather the spilled flowers from the floor, as if he was trying to salvage what was left. Kind of like with their relationship, huh?

The silence seemed to stretch on forever before her boyfriend approached her bed, placing the flowers down beside her before sinking to the floor and leaning back against the wall. Ensley watched him, her brows slightly pinched together and her lips in her signature pout. She was caught out in her lies again. She'd told Myles that she had needed time to cool off after their fight, but of course he didn't know what she'd actually meant by that. Now that he'd found out, however, she wasn't sure what to do. Ens hadn't anticipated being caught cheating. Her plan had only been to screw Jake to get her mind off of the fight with Myles, not for her boyfriend to actually find out.

"Um, I didn't know it was a breakup fight either," the blonde mumbled back, the words sounding stupid even to her ears. Her eyes held Myles' gaze for another moment before she looked away, her fingers picking at a loose thread in the sheets. Though she'd heard his apology, she didn't know what to do with it or how to respond, so she did what she was best at; she ignored it.

If it was even possible, the tension and awkwardness seemed to grow as the silence stretched out between them. Well this was fucking fun. Biting down on her bottom lip, Ensley slowly lifted her head to look at Myles again. "Sorry about, uh... Jake. We can just pretend that never happened, um, if you want. Because, like, this morning's fight wasn't a breakup fight or anything," she offered, hopeful that her boyfriend would be willing to forget that any of this had happened. They could go back to normal, right?

It was funny how Ensley was the problem-solver between the two of them, yet when it came to her own problems, she was clueless about how to handle them. If Myles had come to her with an issue of his own, she'd have a solution put together in seconds. And it'd be a good one, too. But now that she was finding herself sliding into her own mess, she didn't know what to do. Right now, though, she was counting on Myles being willing to forget this entire morning and afternoon.

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Yuto was positively insane. But Aera was just as crazy for loving that about him. As he yelled at her through the phone, clearly excited (and she was sure he hadn't even heard the bit about the chicken wings), the girl couldn't help but snicker to herself. What was so attractive about him when he said that kind of stuff to her, you might ask? Well... that was a good question. Something clearly was because Aera adored the way he talked to her. Usually. There were times, though, when he got a little too dirty and a little too rude for her liking and that really just put her off completely.

Admittedly, the suggestion that she start by herself was something she wouldn't be taking him up on. Nah, she'd just wait for him to burst in here like she knew he would in a matter of minutes. Sure enough, eight minutes later, she heard his footsteps coming up to the door. Aera made to push herself to her feet to open it for him, but before she could even stand, he was barging through and yelling at the top of his lungs. Classic Yuto, she thought with an amused shake of her head.

"Jesus, I don't think God heard you, Yuto," the black haired girl teased with raised brows, making her way towards him as he threw down his car keys and kicked off his shoes. Why did she love him again? Shaking her head again to herself, she leaned up on her tip toes to plant a kiss on his lips. "So, why are you here early? Not that I'm not happy you are, but what plans changed?" Aera couldn't help being nosy; she was naturally curious and really didn't know when to stop asking questions. Normally it was fine; Yuto could be just as nosy as she was and it often made them the perfect partners in crime. It was yet another thing she adored about him.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Aera reached out and grabbed Yuto's hand in her own, turning and dragging him into the living room as she waited for an answer. Plopping down onto the couch, she tugged his body down with her, then curled up into his side, placing kisses all over his neck and cheek as she urged him to satisfy her curiosity. Who said she couldn't have a little fun in the process? Besides, she was known for being a little distracting, especially if she had any say in the matter.

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constellation · Dec 14, 2019

[class=container]position: relative; display: flex; align-items: center; align-content: stretch; width: 100%; margin: auto; max-width: 400px; overflow: hidden; border-radius: 2px; height: 400px; background: #0c0c0c;[/class] [class=border]position: absolute; top: 50px; width: 100%; height: 300px; overflow: hidden;[/class] [class=image]width: 100%; height: 300px; position: absolute; background: url(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8302114/740full-matthew-noszka.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 80%; z-index: 99;[/class] [class=textbox]width: 100%; height: 300px; background: #f2f2f2;[/class] [class=quote]width: calc(100% - 10px); position: absolute; height: 50px; line-height: 50px; font-size: 35px; font-style: italic; font-style: bold; font-family: Raleway; color: white;[/class] [class=name]width: calc(100% - 20px); height: 30px; position: absolute; top: 0; left: 10px; text-align: right; font-family: Raleway; line-height: 35px; font-size: 20px; border-bottom: 1px solid #0c0c0c;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; top: 35px; left: 20px; width: calc(100% - 40px); height: 255px; overflow-x: hidden; font-family: Raleway; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; text-align: justify; padding-right: 5px;[/class] [script class=border on=mouseenter]addClass slideup image[/script] [class=slideup]animation-name: {post_id}slideup; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-fill-mode: both;[/class] [animation=slideup] [keyframe=0] transform:translateY(0px); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform:translateY(-300px); [/keyframe] [/animation] [div class=container][div class=quote style="top: 0; left: 0;"]❝ damn it, tell me[/div] [div class=quote style="bottom: 0; left: 0; text-align: right;"] you didn't phoebe ❞[/div] [div class=border][div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=name]will jenkins.[/div] [div class=text]Will kept his eyes on Phoebe, almost as if he was reading her every response and action, and he was. He instantly caught onto her little white lie about not feeling good, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, the bedroom filled with silence as she stared at him and he stared at her. The only question running through his head was… what did he do wrong? He tried to recall what they did last night; they watched a movie, grabbed takeout and then spent the rest of the night in Will’s dorm but they had a good time, he was sure of that. There was nothing that he could recall going wrong. Had he said something to hurt her feelings? But if that was the case then Phoebe never would have stayed over, or even slept with him. So, what was the problem? And then it came. PING. Slowly, Will’s head turned to where his phone sat on the bedside table, but his eyes took a few seconds to follow. He wanted to stay focused and continue talking to Phoebe, to figure out the problem, but he also wanted to check his phone. Like any person would after knowing they’d received a message. So, he did. The male strolled over to the small table, grabbing his phone and reading the screen for a few moments. Three unread text messages from Samantha. Samantha… Samantha… it took him a minute, and finally, he remembered who she was. Samantha was the cousin of… okay, so, he couldn’t remember who she was exactly. Or how they’d even met, but she was definitely somebody that he knew. Clearly not significant enough though… Once Will unlocked his phone, however, to his surprise the screen automatically opened up on his conversation with Samantha. And it wasn’t until he read her messages that he realised what was going on right now. Will baby, why aren’t you replying? One. Are you busy??? Two. Wiiiilll… Three. He didn’t reply because he wasn’t the one that read her messages. It was Phoebe. And now he understood why she wanted to leave. He, too, would be angry if he saw a random guy sending nudes to her. But what angered him was the fact that she invaded his privacy and was planning on leaving without even talking to him. Like, what the frick, Pheebs? ”Did you go through my phone?” he finally asked Phoebe, breaking the tense silence in the room after staring at his screen for a few moments but not reacting. Sure, Samantha was hot, but he could care less about her right now. Like any male, he probably would have stared at her nude for a little while, but girls like Samantha… nowhere near his type. Looking up at Phoebe, awaiting her response and reaction, Will internally prayed that this girl, that he was slowly starting to like very much, did not go through his phone. Because then that meant there was no trust and the last thing Will wanted or needed, was girl drama. He wasn't even sure why he asked because deep down inside, he already knew the answer, but he just wanted to hear her say it.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

yousmelldead · Dec 14, 2019

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Myles stared down at the floor in front of him, his hands picking at his jeans to try and distract himself from the words going to be shared. "If you didn't think it was a breakup fight, what were you doing?", dark eyes moved to meet her own bright ones for a moment before he leaned his head back against the wall. He knew Ensley wasn't stupid. She was actually incredibly smart but she just made dumb decisions when she was pissed off. This however, was a whole new level of dumb.

"Pidge, you can't just go and act out every single time we get into an argument." Myles' words were firm, voice dropping low in a tone that he didn't even know was capable. "Not everything goes the way you want it to." God damn, it sounded almost as if his mother had climbed into his voice box and started to speak. The brunette pressed his lips together so he could try and figure out what was actually going on. Eyes fluttering shut, Myles took in a few breathes to try and calm his racing heartbeat.

"Come here.", Myles spoke softly as he opened his eyes to stare up at the girl sitting on the bed. There was going to be only one way that he would know if he could get past this. Myles straightened himself up against the wall, arms now extended outwards towards Ensley.

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She'd totally fucked this up. Myles was never going to forgive her, which was saying a lot for the kid. He was the softest person she knew and more forgiving than most, though Ensley had a feeling this would be the exception for him. She could be dumb sometimes, she knew that, but even she could see how heartbroken he'd looked the moment he had walked through her dorm door to see her and Jake in bed together. Fucking stupid, that was what she was. Always doing things in the heat of the moment and regretting it after. She'd never regretted anything more than this right here, though.

As her boyfriend's words registered in her mind, Ensley froze, her eyes connecting with his. What was she doing? "U-Um... I don't know," she whispered, averting her gaze from his own and staring back down at the sheets now gathered in her lap. She had no shame being naked around Myles anymore; he'd seen every inch of her before. Besides, right now, she was too caught up in the fact that he was standing up for himself for once. And she didn't know how to react to it.

Myles' firm words once again filled the tense air between them, bringing Ensley's gaze back to his as her cheeks flushed pink. He'd never told her off like this before, what was going on? What was she supposed to say? Apparently her natural instincts were to be a dumb bitch, though, because all that came out was a stuttered "o-oh" before she shut up again.

And then her boyfriend did something totally unexpected. At the two words that left his mouth, Ens snapped her head up again, her eyes having fallen back to the bed only moments ago. He wanted her to go to him? For a few seconds, she simply stared at him standing there with his arms open in silent invitation. Finally, the girl managed to think somewhat straight again and slowly slid from the bed, letting the sheets fall away from her bare form as she stepped towards Myles. She didn't care that she had no clothes on; she just wanted to try to make this right between them again, especially after she'd fucked up so badly.

After a moment of hesitation, Ensley fell into her boyfriend's embrace, her own arms sliding around his waist as she buried her face into his chest. Having him hold her like this again made her remember just how much she loved his height and how it made her feel infinitely safe in his arms. People tore him down for how tall he was, but Ens loved his height. It made him the perfect teddy bear.

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yousmelldead · Dec 16, 2019

[class=pheebs] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 550px; height: 400px; background: url(https://imgur.com/TMHzpos.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 240px; height: 227px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #707070; padding: 6px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 240px; height: 227px; left: 231px; top: 143px; [/class] [div class=pheebs] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Any other time Will stared at her questioningly, Phoebe would give him some crap about trying to read too far between the lines or something like that. This time was different. The two were literally two peas in a fucking pod, they knew when the other was lying which didn't happen often. The brunette fidgeted slightly in her stance, hands gripping the lone boot as she kept her gaze locked with Will's own.

If she left now then maybe she could play it off as if she was actually sick. Go back to her dorm, get under the covers and try to pretend that Samantha wasn't even a real person. That just sounds stupid. The girl sighed inwardly at her thoughts, eyes moving to the cell phone as it had gone off another time. Phoebe watched the male stroll to the bedside table to retrieve the pinging phone, her green eyes moving to the dorm room door that was calling her name.

Just move. You can put your boot on when you're outside. Abort girl, A-B-O-R-T

Phoebe bit down on her cheek, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth as she started to panic. Taking one step forward, the brunette halted once Will's voice filled the silent room. Her lips parted slowly, eyes not leaving Will's as he finally looked up from the phone. There really was no point in lying. She wasn't very good at it for one...and well Will wasn't stupid.

"Not intentionally.", the words left her lips faster than it took for her to contemplate saying them. Phoebe leaned down, pulling the boot onto her foot quickly as she tried to come up with a good enough reason as to why she even looked in the first place. Never, had she ever done anything like that...but when the damn phone wouldn't stop going off...

Phoebe cleared her throat as she stood up, her hands clasping together in front of her as she let her gaze move back up to Will's. "I was trying to just put it on silent...but then there were boobs ...which is..", her nose wrinkled slightly, "fine because we aren't even anything but you know, it's fine." She was digging herself a hole, a deep one where she was probably going to die from starvation in. Oh god, what if they already had slept together? Did he use protection when he was with Samantha? Phoebe paled slightly at the thought, knowing full well that Will and herself never had.

"Did you get tested? Because she's the kind of girl who has a sexually transmitted disease....and I've only ever slept with you but you already know that. Should I get tested?" That hole was looking better and better.

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yousmelldead · Dec 17, 2019

[class=my] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 550px; height: 400px; background: url(https://imgur.com/oSLaCa2.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 264px; height: 257px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 264px; height: 257px; left: 219px; top: 131px; [/class] [div class=my] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text]The poor man always wore his heart on his sleeve. To the many different species of animals that had been run over in the road; bringing them back home where his mother would help him bury them in the backyard. All the way to him being pushed around because he wouldn't stand up to a bully. The brunette always put others first, no matter how much they ended up hurting him in the long run.

Myles stared at Ensley as she attempted her best to act as if she didn't know any better, his lips pulling down slightly with every lie that came out of her mouth. They had been together since high school and this was by far the worst act that he had ever caught her in. Hiding his phone? No problem. Back talking him in front of people? Sure, that hurt but again no problem. Fucking another guy in order to get back at him? Now that was a problem.

Myles waited patiently, arms open wide as Ensley had finally succumbed into his embrace her head now buried deep into his chest. He let out a soft sigh, arms tightening around the girl for a moment as he let her warmth sink into his numb body. This was a new low for Ensley, he had to know if he could get over what he had just seen.

Allowing the moment to last for a second longer, Myles pressed his fingers under the small girl's chin until she was looking up at him. Here goes nothing.

He moved his lips slowly onto her own as if it had been their very first kiss. Myles picked the girl up with ease, his lips still moving against hers feverishly as he moved to the edge of the bed allowing himself to fall back onto it as he had done so many times. His hands moved across her smooth skin, fingertips tracing every curve as if he was painting a picture. The brunette sat up quickly with Ensley still in his lap, his eyes tightly shut as he fumbled with the button on his jeans.

"Ens, Ryan said Myles was heading over here. You need to get Jake out of---"

Just like that it was over, his hands halting while his mouth disconnected from her own. Myles kept his eyes closed as he waited for another word to leave what he thought to be Ensley's roommate, Brianna's, mouth. Maybe it was in his head? Maybe Brianna wasn't actually in the room. There was no way Ensley would have sent Brianna to be a lookout. "Oh...Hey Myles."

Wrong again. Ensley sent Brianna to be a fucking lookout.

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constellation · Dec 17, 2019

[class=box]width: 450px; height: 402px; margin: auto;[/class] [class=container]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; border-radius: 2px; width: 450px; height: 400px; background-color: #f4f4f4; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/kinda-jean.png); border: 1px solid #cdcdcd;[/class] [class=wrap]position: relative; width: 346px; padding: 0 40px; height: 400px; background: white; border-left: 1px solid #cdcdcd; border-right: 1px solid #cdcdcd; overflow: hidden; font-family: poppins; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 10px;[/class] [class=oval]width: 550px; height: 300px; left: -62.5px; background-color: #f6d2cb; border: 1px solid #cdcdcd; border-radius: 50%; position: absolute; top: -180px;[/class] [class=gif]width: 90px; height: 90px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; border: 1px solid #cdcdcd; border-radius: 50%; position: absolute; top: 70px; left: 163.5px; box-shadow: 0 3px 6px rgba(205,205,205, 0.2);[/class] [class=sideinfo]position: absolute; top: 184px; left: 62px; text-align: center; width: 427px; height: 50px; white-space: pre-line; font-size: 12px; font-family: Raleway;[/class] [class=scroll]width: 100%; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; bottom: 20px; left: 40px; width: 363px; height: 190px; overflow-x: hidden; font-size: 12px; font-family: Raleway; white-space: pre-line;[/class] [div class=box][div class=container][div class=wrap][div class=oval][div class=sideinfo]mood ; "what the heck... is going on?" attire ;

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]”I’m not a child!” Min-ho’s sudden snap caused Renée to flinch a little as he stepped away from her, almost like he was a child. But the way he moved was as if she was some sort of toxin or poison to him. Slowly, she dropped her hand from the air, where she was previously holding his chin. Nibbling on the gum of her bottom lip, all Renée could do was fold her arms as she stood there and let him yell at her. Her worried eyes couldn’t help glance around their surroundings, because heck, she didn’t want anybody to catch Minho yelling at her for treating him like a child… How embarrassing for both of them. The teenager wanted to protest back, tell him that she was just trying to help him, but she opted to keep quiet instead. Not because she didn’t want to be dramatic and catch the whole neighbourhood’s attention like they were on some reality TV show, but because Min-ho was about to cry. And the fact that her parents could hear them if they chose to continue to yell at each other. Renée could barely even remember the last time she saw him cry. What was it over again? A stupid test that he studied extremely hard for but failed? Watching his lip quiver and his eyes tearing up right in front of her left her speechless and her heart sank deeper than when she had first saw him beaten and bruised if that was possible… And then the tears began to roll down his face. ”Dammit, Min-ho…” Renée muttered quietly and let out a small sigh of defeat. He was just hurt, in pain and scared. The problem was neither him nor her. The teenager had to repeat that in her head multiple times despite how impatient she was beginning to grow with her boyfriend. ”Please stop crying,” Finally, Renée slowly approached Min-ho only to reach up and gently pull his hands away from his teary and bloody face. Instead, she tilted his head up so that he could face her and she lightly pressed her thumbs against his soft cheeks to wipe the tears that rolled down his face. Renée swallowed the small lump in her throat before she spoke, ”I just want to help you feel better,” Her voice came out matching Min-ho’s, a quiet and sad whisper. How did they end up like this? They were always happy, laughing and giggling over the silliest things, and Renée was so sure that the two were going to spend the night having fun together. Yet, here she was with two problems on her hands; one, trying to comfort and stop her boyfriend from crying and two, somehow helping her boyfriend clean up without him thinking that she’s treating him like a child or them getting caught. Eventually, Renée stopped wiping his tears away and instead, slowly enveloped her arms around his torso, bringing him into a close embrace despite how messy and bloody he was. All she wanted to do was take him to her room and put him to sleep in her bed by cuddling him and playing with his hair. ”Please just come inside, Min-ho.”[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

constellation · Dec 18, 2019

[class=box]width: 450px; height: 402px; margin: auto;[/class] [class=container]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; border-radius: 2px; width: 450px; height: 400px; background-color: #f4f4f4; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/kinda-jean.png); border: 1px solid #cdcdcd;[/class] [class=wrap]position: relative; width: 346px; padding: 0 40px; height: 400px; background: white; border-left: 1px solid #cdcdcd; border-right: 1px solid #cdcdcd; overflow: hidden; font-family: poppins; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 10px;[/class] [class=oval]width: 550px; height: 300px; left: -62.5px; background-color: #d8d8ff; border: 1px solid #cdcdcd; border-radius: 50%; position: absolute; top: -180px;[/class] [class=gif]width: 90px; height: 90px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; border: 1px solid #cdcdcd; border-radius: 50%; position: absolute; top: 70px; left: 163.5px; box-shadow: 0 3px 6px rgba(205,205,205, 0.2);[/class] [class=sideinfo]position: absolute; top: 184px; left: 62px; text-align: center; width: 427px; height: 50px; white-space: pre-line; font-size: 12px; font-family: Raleway;[/class] [class=scroll]width: 100%; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; bottom: 20px; left: 40px; width: 363px; height: 190px; overflow-x: hidden; font-size: 12px; font-family: Raleway; white-space: pre-line;[/class] [div class=box][div class=container][div class=wrap][div class=oval][div class=sideinfo]mood ; "phoebe's a magician." attire ;

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]Not intentionally? What kind of reason was that? Did Phoebe think he was stupid or something? How does somebody manage to accidentally pick up a phone, unlock it and oh, slide onto the text messages without any intention of snooping? Phoebe had to be some fucking magician to do that much. Surprisingly, Will couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle once the brunette began to question him about being tested for any sexual diseases, but unlike usual, this chuckle came out… sarcastic. Was he annoyed? Yes. Did he want to punch something? Oh, definitely. He couldn’t believe it. Did she think he was a slut or something, sleeping around with the next girl that sent him a nude or batted her eyes at him? With a deep sigh, Will set his phone back from where he picked it up and ran his hand through his half damp, half dry, messy hair. Speechless was not the word to describe him; a cat had definitely caught his tongue because what in the world was he supposed to say? ”What the fuck, Phoebe?” Will finally uttered out, staring at his so-called friend while he clutched onto the white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist before he slowly began to pace back and forth in his dorm room. This was seriously not the time, nor the day for Phoebe to get all crazy on him. Sure, Will had been through his fair share of crazy paranoid girlfriends but he did not expect it from Phoebe. Phoebe of all people… Goddammit. ”Seriously…” After a couple of minutes of silence, and a lot of thinking, the blonde stopped in place to face Phoebe again. ”What the actual fuck, Phoebe?” He repeated as if she would be able to provide an answer to his question. He let out a small groan, running both of his hands over his face. Was she seriously questioning whether or not he had used protection? Considering all the times they had sex, and stayed safe while at it, that was a question Phoebe shouldn’t even have to ask. No, the fact that she was assuming that he was having sex with another female whilst he was having sex with her was unbelievable. So, maybe Will wasn’t exactly the best when it came to forming romantic relationships with his sexual partners, but he wasn’t dumb enough to be bedding two females at the same time. ”First of all,” he began whilst he started to step closer to her, ”what makes you think that you can invade my privacy and snoop through my phone?” That was a question he was dying to hear her answer for and if Will heard another terrible excuse, he was positive that he was going to flip at her, whether he was going to regret it later on or not. Then again, it was his fault for having his password as simple as '000000'. ”And what makes you think I’m fucking around with her? No, what makes you think I’d be careless enough to have unprotected sex? Is that all you think of me? Just some hotshot who doesn’t care about his life by going around, catching and giving out sexual diseases like fucking Santa Claus?” By the time Will had gotten closer to Phoebe, her back was pressed up against his dorm room wall, an extremely agitated, heavy breathing Will in front of her with barely a foot in between them both.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

weldherwings · Dec 18, 2019

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KIM MINHO

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MOOD

"dont leave me, please."

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outside renee's house

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