summary: in which skz start to abandon their old habits after getting a girlfriend, and their fellow members can only watch in stunned horror as love turns these men soft. the girlfriend effect is real. nobody is safe.
cw: profanity, fluff, use of she/her pronouns, pls pls pls take the humor with a grain of salt
chan
bang chan does not sleep. everyone knows that.
he goes to bed into the next day—3am, 4am, sometimes not at all—and wakes up looking like he’s been in an toxic relationship with his pillow. it’s a thing. a legend, even. the morning game among the members is always:
“what time do you think chan slept last night?” “earlier or later than 3am?”
so when he walks into morning dance practice looking… rested?
eyes clear. hoodie on straight. skin dewy. shoulders not hunched like a man carrying three unfinished tracks.
suspicion brews.
no one’s said it yet, but the members are all thinking the same thing
seungmin narrows his eyes like he’s solving a mystery. then, slowly, he raises a finger and points directly at chan.
“what time,” he begins, voice ominous, “did you sleep last night?”
it’s the sacred question. normally used to roast him. normally answered with some sleep-deprived groan and a “i don’t know, man.” but this time, it comes out… almost reverent. because the idea of bang chan getting a full night’s sleep is no longer a joke—it’s truth.
chan blinks. like he didn’t expect anyone to ask.
“uh…” he rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “y/n was tired. we kinda crashed around midnight.”
midnight.
midnight.
you could hear a pin drop on the dance floor.
jeongin just stares. mouth slightly open. brain buffering.
“you slept... at midnight?” he echoes.
chan shrugs, trying to play it off but he can’t hide the way his lips twitch like he’s just a little too proud. “yeah, she knocked out so i didn’t want to wake her.”
“s-so you just… fell asleep? did she drug you or something?”
chan just laughs. “nah, i just like being next to her. it’s easy to fall asleep.”
jeongin looks like he’s witnessing a crime scene. or maybe a miracle. it’s hard to tell.
“he’s broken,” he whispers, still staring. “she’s broken him.”
seungmin doesn’t even blink. he crosses his arms and says, deadpan, “no. she’s fixed him.”
and that day, for the first time in forever, chan doesn’t yawn once.
minho - “don’t touch my ass.”
minho is many things. dancer. cat dad. human embodiment of strange.
but above all. he’s a butt hunter.
he will grope, slap, poke, and outright ambush the butts of any member foolish enough to turn their back on him. it's not even weird anymore, it's tradition. a stray kids rite of passage.
so when several days go by with no butt activity? suspicion brews.
jisung is the first to notice. obviously. he passes minho in the hallway and flinches out of habit, or trauma, but nothing. not even a threatening twitch.
it’s unsettling. so unsettling, in fact, that jisung decides to take matters into his own hands.
literally.
the next day, backstage at inkigayo, jisung makes his move.
minho’s facing the mirror, fixing his hair. perfect. jisung creeps up behind him like he’s in a nature documentary.
and then…pat. a clean, respectful grab.
he waits. silence.
minho blinks at his reflection, then turns around slowly. calmly.
then: “don’t touch my ass.”
jisung chokes. “what?”
minho just stares at him. blank. serious.
“don’t touch my ass,” he repeats, tone calm like he’s scolding a cat for scratching the couch again.
“are you mad at me? jisung sputters.
that finally gets minho’s full attention. he sighs, and looks up at jisung like he’s explaining something very simple to a very dumb squirrel.
“no. i’m not mad at you,” he says, voice calm. “it’s not about you.”
jisung blinks, confused and still braced for impact. “then what is it?”
minho shrugs, like it’s obvious. “it’s y/n.”
there’s a pause as jisung tries to keep up.
minho sighs again, rubbing the back of his neck. “like… i wouldn’t love it if other people were grabbing my partner’s ass all the time, even as a joke, you know? and yeah, it’s always been just us messing around, but still. she’s my girlfriend. i wanna be consistent.”
jisung stares. “so… you’re retiring from ass play.”
minho gives him a flat look. “don’t call it that.”
jisung holds up both hands, backing off. “okay, okay. sorry. just—wow. that’s actually kind of sweet. and disturbingly mature.”
“you had a good run. but i’m taken now. full package. including the rear.”
jisung almost falls to his knees.
“she’s corrupted you.”
changbin - “i hope you lose your pump.”
changbin is reliable.
rain or shine, comeback or break, he goes to the gym.
if he skips a day, he complains that he can “feel himself shrinking.” if his members skip leg day, he offers to carry them and their guilt.
so when he’s not at the gym by 10am, it’s weird. when he’s not at the gym by noon? alarming. and when he’s not at the gym at all?
something is deeply wrong.
minho’s the first to text:
you alive or did you get hit by car
no reply.
by 2pm, some have migrated to the dorms to check on him in person. they knock. no answer. chan tries the handle—unlocked.
and there he is.
changbin. on the couch. blanket over his legs. one arm around you, the other lazily flipping through netflix. a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on his lap.
he looks up. blinks.
“oh, hey,” he mumbles, clearly still half-asleep. “didn’t hear you.”
silence.
you offer a small wave from behind the couch. “hi.”
minho squints.
“where were you?” chan asks, tone sharp like an accusation.
changbin blinks. “sorry?”
“the gym,” minho says, gesturing wildly.
changbin furrows his brows. “i don’t remember telling you i was going.”
“you never have to tell us,” chan cuts in, clearly distressed. “you always go. we stopped asking you ages ago.”
“you’re the one who made a whole speech about how ‘discipline is showing up even when you don’t feel like it.’” minho scoffs.
you shift under the blanket slightly, sitting up a bit straighter, and speaking up for the first time since the interrogation began.
“i called him over,” you say simply, voice soft but teasing. “sorry none of you have girls asking to spend time with you.”
minho scoffs.
changbin chuckles beside you, hand up for a high-five. you slap it, grab another handful of popcorn, and lean back with a smile.
chan shakes his head, but his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile. “can’t even be mad. you look happy.”
“you’ve changed,” minho says solemnly, but really, he’s proud. “i hope you lose your pump.”
changbin grins. “you’re just jealous.”
they probably are.
hyunjin - “she likes me when i'm low-effort.”
hyunjin doesn’t just get ready. he curates.
every outfit is a look. every look has a theme. earrings. scarves. a gentle waft of expensive perfume that smells like whispered poetry.
so when he walks out of his room wearing—
sweatpants. a plain white t-shirt. no versace. no rings. no 12-step skincare glow. just lip balm.
his roommate, changbin, nearly drops his protein shake.
“hold still.” he steps in front of the door, arms spread like he’s blocking a crime scene. “are you really going out like that?”
hyunjin blinks. looks down at himself like he forgot what he put on. then shrugs. “yeah. date.”
“with who, your bed?”
silence.
“you’re going out with your girlfriend, hyunjin.” he says slowly,
hyunjin tilts his head. “she likes me just fine this way.”
changbin groans like he’s being personally attacked. “do you know how hard i tried to look good the last time i saw a girl? i changed outfits four times and still ended up sweating through my shirt.”
hyunjin just smirks, grabbing his phone off the counter before opening the door. “maybe you should’ve tried less.” he adds casually, before stepping out. “bye.”
and all changbin can do is stand there, shaking his head, whispering.
“she’s changed him.”
han - his ego took a sick day
jisung milks compliments. he lives off the validation.
in interviews, when asked who's the funniest?
“obviously me.”
best-looking?
“me, but hyunjin’s close.”
most talented?
“it’s me. i wrote this question.”
you’re at the jyp cafeteria, trays clinking, the hum of trainees and staff in the background as you sit shoulder to shoulder with jisung at a corner table, while hyunjin and felix are across from you.
jisung’s rambling about something—probably a dream, possibly a conspiracy—chopsticks waving as he talks through a mouthful of rice. that’s when you notice it.
a tiny scrap of seaweed. clinging to the edge of his lip.
you lean in just a bit, tapping the side of your own mouth. “right there.”
he pauses, tongue darting out instinctively to swipe the spot along with a flick of his eyes up at you like, did i get it?
and somehow… it’s stupidly attractive.
and it hits you.
“you’re so handsome,” you murmur.
hyunjin and felix immediately stop eating.
the air stills.
felix sets down his spoon with a slow motion.
hyunjin glances at felix. then at you. then at jisung. they both brace for it.
this is the moment where his ego explodes.
he’s about to say something cocky. something ridiculous like "thank you for the unnecessary comment—everyone already knows that."
but none of that happens.
instead?
jisung freezes.
his chopsticks stop mid-air. his lips part slightly, like the words never formed.
felix and hyunjin exchange a slow, stunned glance across the table, like they’re witnessing something rare and possibly mythical.
jisung clears his throat. forces a tiny smile. not his usual smug grin—something smaller. bashful.
you tilt your head, soft and sincere as you repeat. “you’re really handsome.”
he ducks his head slightly, mumbling, “stop,” but there’s no bite in it.
you grin.
that’s when hyunjin leans forward dramatically, hand cupping his mouth. “i didn’t know you were capable of being humble.”
jisung groans, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth just to avoid talking. “shut up.”
hyunjin smirks. “you’re blushing.”
“i am not.”
felix points. “then why are your ears the color of gochujang?”
jisung throws him a look, cheeks puffed full of rice like a chipmunk. he chews dramatically, swallows, and finally mutters—
“god forbid i get a little flustered when my girlfriend compliments me.”
hyunjin groans dramatically, flopping back in his chair. “she softened him. he’s fully simmered.”
felix sighs into his hands. “remember when he used to call himself ‘sex on legs’ and say we were lucky to know him?”
jisung shovels another spoonful of rice into his mouth. “still true,” he mumbles.
he then looks at you—blushing, with a small smile.
felix - "i’m keeping her on her toes.”
felix is a certified cuddle bug.
he initiates first, always. doesn’t matter the time, the place, or the number of witnesses. if you're standing still for more than five seconds? he’s already wrapped around you like a weighted blanket if it had freckles.
he hugs everyone. back hugs. side hugs. full-body collapse hugs. the man radiates affection like it’s photosynthesis—he needs it to live, and he makes sure everyone else gets a dose too.
but ever since he started dating you…you started playing this little game. felix has decided to become your greatest enemy.
you step into the recording studio with a bright smile, holding iced americanos.
only felix, chan, and jisung today. chan looks up from the mixing board, immediately grinning. “oh, legend. thank you.”
jisung’s in the booth, mid-bar, rapping like his life depends on it.
you walk over to felix, who’s perched on the couch, headphones around his neck, scribbling notes in a lyric sheet. you set the tray of drinks down on the little table beside him, lean down, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.
then, naturally, you slide your arms around him in a casual hug.
he doesn’t move.
no returning squeeze. no snuggle into your shoulder. no dramatic gasp and full koala-mode cling. just him—smiling, smug.
smiling, but not hugging back.
you pull back just enough to pout. “felix. not this again.”
chan glances up from his monitor, brows raised. “what are you doing?”
felix turns to him. “she always expects the hugs. i’m trying to keep her on her toes.”
you groan. “we live for the hugs, felix. there are rules.”
“i know.” he winks. “that’s why i break them.”
chan leans back in his chair, eyes wide like he’s seeing felix for the first time. “you’ve… developed self-control.”
you sigh dramatically, still half in his lap. “unfortunately.”
felix scoffs, poking your side. “don’t act like you’re some poor victim. you dodge me all the time!”
you narrow your eyes. “okay, fine. if you wanna play that game… how about neither of us do anything?”
felix leans back like he’s genuinely considering it. “alright. okay. deal.”
a beat passes. one whole second.
then—
he immediately lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “too late.”
you squeal as he hugs you tight and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, smug and unrepentant.
“felix!” you gasp, laughing. “you lasted one second!”
he grins into your shoulder. “you looked too cute being all serious.”
chan shakes his head from across the room, muttering, “so much for self-control.”
felix shrugs, arms still locked around you. “self-control’s overrated.”
you could only change him so much.
seungmin - no one knows where the savage went
seungmin has the softest little voice. polite. gentle. that kind of light, effortless tone that sounds like it should be used to offer you tea or read bedtime stories.
but then he opens his mouth and says something like,
“you look like someone who peaked in high school,” with the same tone you'd use to say, have a nice day.
and that’s the seungmin everyone knows—sharp-tongued, savage, and weirdly charming about it. naturally, everyone assumes he’d be the same with a partner.
you’re sitting with felix and changbin in the practice room when seungmin walks in, sipping his iced tea. he plops down next to you and greets the group with his usual drawl.
as you start unwrapping a protein bar, he eyes it casually and goes, “is that your second one today?”
you nod with a muffled “mhm,” mid-bite.
across from you, changbin freezes—brows raised, lips already curling like he’s bracing for the roast. he’s heard this setup before. he knows seungmin’s usual follow-up. normally, it’s a deadpan jab about how someone eats like a vacuum, or a not-so-subtle fat joke about needing a second lunch just to function. he’s ready.
but instead?
seungmin leans his head slightly toward you, eyes soft. “you like those ones, right? i’ll grab you a couple more next time i’m at the store.”
you blink at him, surprised—but smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “really?”
he nods, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. then reaches over, gives your knee a light pat.
changbin looks offended. “okay, how come you never say stuff like that to me? i’m the one who put her on those protein bars.”
seungmin doesn’t even look up.
“because when you eat, it sounds like a construction site.”
felix loses it, nearly spilling his drink as he doubles over laughing.
changbin gapes, pointing at seungmin. “i chew normally!”
seungmin finally looks up, deadpan. “you breathe heavy before opening a snack.”
you’re gaping at seungmin, caught between shock and laughter. “seungmin.”
he finally cracks—a tiny, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he turns toward you. he opens his mouth just slightly, so, huffing a laugh, you lift the protein bar and hold it up to his mouth.
seungmin bites down on the protein bar, eyes locked on yours—soft, a little smug, but mostly just… fond. like the insult he threw five seconds ago didn’t exist. like you’re the only thing in the room.
felix watches the entire thing unfold from the corner of the couch, straw halfway to his mouth, forgotten.
“somehow,” he mutters to changbin, stunned. “she’s tamed him.”
jeongin - "she's normal"
jeongin is the maknae 💜. and he loves being the maknae.
gets away with things. never has to go first. everyone looks out for him.
but the second one of his members tries to baby him? it’s war.
if hyunjin tries to feed him a spoonful—he glares like he’s been betrayed. if anyone calls him “innie baby”? he files for emotional damages.
he secretly loves the attention, obviously. but he’ll never admit it. not to their faces. not in this lifetime.
so when he walks off stage after the main performance, sweat-damp and glowing, and heads backstage for a breather before the encore, it’s a complete shock when jeongin lets you be touchy. lets you baby him. cause they’ve all tried and failed.
“you did so well, baby,” you say, all soft and proud, hands reaching up to fix the little flyaways at his temple.
even just the pet name “baby” hits the room like a mic drop.
hyunjin physically recoils.
jeongin just looks at you—shy smile pulling at the corner of his lips—and quietly asks, “you think so?”
you nod immediately. “i know so. you looked amazing out there.”
he blushes, eyes dropping, but he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans in a little—like your presence is the calm after the storm.
you cup his cheeks briefly, thumbs brushing just under his eyes. “i’m so proud of you, innie.”
another pet name. another shockwave.
this time, hyunjin can’t help himself. he dramatically stumbles backward like he’s been shot. so of course hyunjin takes it as a challenge.
on his way past, he reaches out and ruffles jeongin’s hair exactly the way he knows jeongin hates—fingers scratchy, deliberately messing it up.
“great job, baby,” hyunjin mocks in a high-pitched voice, grinning.
jeongin flinches immediately.
you laugh, covering your mouth as you watch the chaos unfold.
but hyunjin’s already on a mission.
he swoops in again—arms outstretched for a dramatic hug, lips puckered exaggeratedly as he leans in with a loud, “come here, my innie baby—”
jeongin panics, pushing at his chest with both hands. “get off me!”
hyunjin stumbles back, hand on his heart like he’s been betrayed. “come on! what is this? what does she have that i don’t?”
jeongin doesn’t even hesitate.
“she’s normal,” he deadpans, fixing his hair.
hyunjin staggers like the words physically struck him, hand still pressed to his chest in mock pain.
but jeongin’s already turned back to you—his expression softening, that tiny amused smile curling at his lips. you smile back just as sweetly, eyes crinkling, and he swears his heart does a little somersault.
hyunjin stares, genuinely stunned now, voice low and almost reverent.
“i’m… envious,” he mutters. “you’ve surely done something to him.”
author's note: what if skz did something totally out of character and their members lost their minds over it? i love a man completely changing his personality for a woman. sue me. anyways, thank you for reading this. i really hope you enjoyed it! engagement is appreciated, and feel free to leave some feedback 🫶
there is possible child trafficking on the app VINTED (clothing selling site) . i can’t say for certain , since i haven’t used the app myself , but when i saw reviews i found a lot of common stories..
children’s toys . listed at absurd prices . descriptions aren’t of the toy itself , but of a person — it includes anything from age & height to how they like it
as i stated earlier , i haven’t used VINTED so i don’t have any examples of these listings . this video however has some examples , & it’s only one out of two recent videos i’ve seen covering this .
i’ve put just some examples below , but you can see this yourself if you go into the App Store & click the “most recent” in reviews . please reblog & spread the word — i could care less if i’m “standing on unfound evidence” , there’s already been situations like this where children were sold & trafficked this way (epstien and WAYFAIR) . if this is somehow just trolling then those accounts deserve to be investigated & removed regardless .
sorry for tagging if we’re not mutuals , but we need to spread the word .
hihi just wanted to say if this is grey reading, you're a fucking loser LOL! do u not have a job? if so find one cuz stalking is genuinely so lame. get a life💋💋
a mysterious cowboy shows up at your door, and one small mistake leaves you two tangled the whole night
⤷ a/n : it's been a while, did you guys miss me? my life is kinda crazy rn but anyway what do we think about this new post style? thinking about changing from now on ig
⤷ contains : historical smut exhibitionism m! masturbation f! masturbation p in v sex stomach bulge one night stand dub con (idk) ⋮ ⌗ ┆ wc [ 1.4k ] — tags : @jisungml + @smiileflower
⤷ now playing : when you were young by the killers
cowboy! chan who spent the whole day riding through the desert on the back of his horse as the scorching, relentless sun finally drowned in the sand at the horizon, when a lonely house revealed itself amidst the emptiness of the view, his only chance of getting some safe shelter for the night
cowboy! chan knocked at the door, sweat clinging to his reddish skin even through the dry desertic air, revealing with a slow creak of the wood you standing in front of him with a shotgun on your hands, wearing a barely there cotton mini dress, from which he forcefully pulled his eyes away from the naked skin of your legs and the shade of your nipples beneath the fabric, humbly asking for a bed and some dinner
cowboy! chan who’s surprised at the shy smirk that curled on your lips before letting him in when the night had just started covering the sky in midnight blue, noticing his condition you offered him some food before he could take a proper bath, over the dimly lit table chan complimented your culinary skills and jokingly asked why your husband wasn’t at the house, with a saddened chuckle you said he had run away with his mistress and left you alone to take care of the land, with a mix of regret and delight his eyes trailed your body warmed by the lamp overhead and landed exactly on your shifting thighs, grinding slightly on the wooden chair
cowboy! chan who after a delicious dinner headed for a bath as you handled the dirty clothes he left outside the bathroom, after days of traveling he finally felt the warm water inside the tin tub embracing his sore muscles, legs that barely held him up after days of riding finally softening as he scrubbed the dirt away, but the memory of your small dress haunted his mind, the sight of the see through fabric riding up at every step you took made him mindlessly wrap his calloused hand around his hardening member, reluctantly stopping himself out of respect for you letting him stay the night
cowboy! chan rinsed his skin clean again, turning to the side and searching for a towel that wasn’t there, he went around every corner of the small bathroom, but the only thing he found was a linen hand towel, his face warmed up instantly at the thought of going out like that on a stranger's house, hesitantly he took the small piece of fabric to cover his awakening member and peeked out the door, hearing you faintly whistling somewhere outside
cowboy! chan who after stepping into the shadowed corridor wasn’t really sure which room was his for the night, entering the one on his left, walls were covered in delicate washed out wallpaper, decorated only by a couple’s bed, a vanity and a wooden wardrobe, something on the vanity dared him to come closer where a small bundle of fabric hanged on its drawer, a thin cotton underwear that matched quite well the cotton dress you most probably were wearing with anything under it
cowboy! chan who felt his length rise up under his hand that shakenly held the towel in front of it, not really covering much of what grew under it, a faint hummed tune came from the kitchen as he was quickly brought to reality from his wet daydreams, crossing the corridor to the other empty room in two long strides, there he found the bed already made and from outside the window he could see his clothes hanging by a line, swinging in the warm wind, with a heart filled with adrenaline he finally let go of the small towel on his hand and let it fall to the floor, covered only by a thin coat of soap that still clung to his damp skin
cowboy! chan who sat on the edge of the bed, back turned to the door, slowly massaging his pulsing member that didn’t ease down, fingers working fast and earnest when a faint creak broke his trance in the candle lit room, you stood by the door with a towel clutched to your chest, face half-covered by shadows, but certainly burning up at the sight of the muscular naked man before you, eyes going from his heaving wide chest to the bursting cock on his veiny hand
cowboy! chan who after a heartbeat of not being able to move, quickly reached for the pillow beside him to cover his shame, only it was completely meaningless as you already circled the bed and stood in front of him, placing your legs on each of his sides and reaching down for the flushed and throbbing meat between you two, you lowered yourself on his lap until he could feel your bare core against his thigh, dripping with your warm juices, driving him completely insane
cowboy! chan who couldn’t think clearly anymore, the thought of being a gentleman or your honor as a lady all gone, giving in to the feeling of your skilled fingers stroking him up and down, massaging his stuffed balls, breathless by the single touch of a woman, his nails clawed the skin of your hips, crumpling the delicate dress he promptly pulled up to reveal the curve of your breasts and the tip of your erect nipples, his palms roamed the soft skin of your ass and played with the wetness of your folds, flooded by the sole grip of his rough touch
cowboy! chan who listened attentively to each small gasp that escaped your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying you on the slightly hard mattress, gently spreading your thighs apart and lowering his face closer to your stomach, he placed a small kiss on the side of your hips, another under your belly button, then another slightly above your already sensitive clit, a breathy moan left your mouth as he inched closer to your flickering core and gave it a deep suck
cowboy! chan who with each reaction of your body, every spasm of your flesh, and the tightening grip of your hands on the sheets, dove even deeper on his lust, pushing three fingers inside and placing another wet kiss with his plump lips, rolling his tongue over your folds as your juices dripped from the sides of his own drooling mouth, just like a man stuck in the desert who could finally drown on his own desire
cowboy! chan who delightfully heard your needy objection as he pulled away from his feast, your hazy gaze searching his for more and landing on the girthy member that hang in front of your slick skin, he licked his lips at your widening eyes and softly pushed your clenching thighs apart again with a gentle coo over your ears, with total care he aligned his burning tip to your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside the warm embrace of your slippery flesh, sliding in his entire length all the way to the base then barely pulling it out, keeping a rhythmic and maddening pace that got you fighting for air at the second thrust
cowboy! chan picked up the pace at the sight of the bulge on your belly and your moans that grew unintelligible as you were taken over by the musky scent that filled up the room alongside the sloppy sound of flesh against flesh, your legs might have gone limp but his toned arms still promptly placed them around his waist and lifted your back from the mattress, taking you to the edge of your climax where with another well angled thrust both of you clenched to each other, skin shining with sweat, muscles tense for a moment then soft again as he lowered you on the bed and rested his head on the softness of your breasts, heaving chests in sync as you both drifted into deep slumber
cowboy! chan rode off in the rise of dawn towards the scarlet sun, leaving you behind to an empty bed and a growing soreness on your legs, wrapped in a mess of sheets you looked at a small piece of paper on your nightstand scribbled with a name and probably a provisory address, “so I can pay back the lady’s kindness” written under it, a harsh knock on the door brought you back from your wet daydreams, being met with the local sheriff standing in front of your porch with a picture of your cowboy lover’s face, with a small smirk your only answer is — “I’m sorry, sheriff, I don’t believe I ever saw someone like him”
my 'favorite' thing in the world is when I defend poc or anyone who isn't white and people immediately jump to thinking I MUST be a poc myself. Like no, I just think that maybe no one should be discriminated against for something they quite literally cannot control in any way? why do I have to be a person of color to care about discrimination???
you are friends with a reason for ella/willows death
alr, i will say what i need to say, in a respectful kind way, and im not gonna respond to any other messages i get sent from anons after this so spam alll u want. here's what i have to say:
i will be honest, as a person who wasn't really extremely close to ella i HONESTLY do think she is/was a sweet girl. i always resonated with her as shes a few years younger, and i have gone through similar mental struggles.
i honestly don't think i ever will FOR SURE know that she didnt fake or did. because i'm not there, let alone not even in the same country lol. i have seen some sc's and evidence that makes me think a biiit more that it could be fake, but like i said, i do NOT know for sure.
if it WAS faked, of course i do think it isnt very nice to do. i do not think it's okay to hurt ppl like that. but considering when i was younger, i did a lot of things. so i UNDERSTAND. i have sympathy in a way. my mind was very hurt, broken, i had a lot of trauma. i did a lot of stuff. some attention seeking, and some just, causing problems. because for some reason lies and stuff, felt good? somehow because of my mental state. so i understand, mental health isnt always just sunshine and rainbows like some people think .
if it IS NOT fake...who ever runs the acc to like send stuff to willow, already knows what i said to her basically. i think suicide is a terrible terrible thing and like i said, she was always TO ME, a kind person, but i know to some people there definitely has been a lot of fights and drama i guess? i just think, whether or not you were angry with her, or she did nothing to you (like my situation) if she really is gone? thats a whole ass LIFE. a SOUL. gone. and thats not something to just be like 'hahaha yayy' deep down, we are all just people, and i think that should be respected.
as for me being friends with a reason shes dead, you say, which i assume you mean hero. i honestly do not ever really get SUPER close with anyone on here, simply because of my job and just busy life. i do have a respect for the past, and i understand there was a lot between hero and ella, but at the same time, all that has happened is a few hello messages and chats, and hero has not ever wronged me, so i see nothing wrong with simply following someone back
so i guess to end this, if it is true...i am very sorry to porja and her family because that's a terrible situation and i hope you get the healing and love you deserve. and honestly if its fake? same thing. i hope you learned from mistakes and can restart, even simply with just accounts someday, and life and mental state can be better for everyone, including yourself ella if you are reading . i hope the best for you
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