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name ➟ yungie

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      ➚ you're out of town? I didn't know.           How can you ditch without telling and tell me           I'm the one who better not run away? 

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name ➟ h:ero

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      ➚ Feeling like making cupcakes,           wanna come over? 

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tagged by loonariti  RULES: post your name and a song that starts with each letter

Skin by Rihanna All things go by Nicki Minaj S&M by Rihanna Half of me by Rihanna

tagging: minzminz, vedrremo, k-sung, helllsh, ssultaku, amesozin, mranxn, siriuskun, bajuns, eunaessi, eunabi, sentimentex, sassyseong, suhjun, yubdot, ( aka tags everyone, then again you have no obligation to do it whatsoever but if you do have fun or something like that. )

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[ thanks to helllsh's lovely jaehwa. sash is now on fucking rest until her leg gets better, because she hurt and this will affect future thread. if you see her limp or put more weight on her left leg, don't comment it will make things worse. cause she'll kick with that leg, 'cause she still thinks she's supergirl or something--i mean, this has been a psa ]

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loonariti:

[ message - sesshou ] no.

[ message - sesshou ] get up and get it

Even as she types the last message she’s tumbling out of her bed with a few groans and a few kicks, fixing herself to head out. She said no, she wanted to mean no and stay her little butt in her cozy bed. But she couldn’t.

There she sat, laptop in front of her but down on her bed, because what better position could she have but to be half bent over the screen of the lovely machine she would never replace.  First because believe it or not, Sash's entire life was placed inside of its hard drive, second because it would never cease to calm her down. Kind of a part of her she will never delete or cast aside. Put that aside though, she snickered at the replies she got, eyes scanning the screen of the laptop where she was waiting to start the match and down at her phone, swiping across it quickly, tongue against the corner of her mouth as her fingers typed away. 

message ➟ inu status ➟ sent❢

       ➚ Shut the fuck up.            Who are you saying no to?

       ➚ Bring pockys too.

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Dear person I hate,

Why was she even doing this? Therapies had ended the moment she’d ran out of her home. Yet here she sat, writing down what she felt, only because a fragment of memory had suddenly flashed behind her closed eyes when she was trying to sleep. Sleep would not come and so she’d found herself crouching so she could reach under her bed. Pulling out a suitcase where everything had been tucked away. Her name, written neatly on a piece of paper and glued to the inside of it as she opened it.

But she didn’t let her eyes fall on it, just reached for the batch of colourful post-it notes that she’d kept. She’d kept a lot of things she wasn’t sure she wanted gone just yet, but she’d thrown and burnt what she wanted to get rid of. Her ID card had been the first to go. With just the support of her thigh as she settled on the carpet of her floor, she reached for a pencil in the top drawer of the desk at her left and then she was writing it down. What had been dancing behind her closed eyelids, incessantly, as if urging her to let it out or go find him and do what she wanted to at the moment. 

The first option was her only option, and so she chose it. 

           ✎ I wish to never cross your path again.                Because I will be the last thing you see. 

She tore the post-it from its batch and crawling under her bed, stuck it there. One yellow post-it, that brought a grin to her face, memories of the walls of her bedroom sitting right there in front of her eyes. Except with million of colourful post-its. 

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Merry Christmas, sexy Sash! You already know how much I love and adore you, right? With that being said, don’t get too carried away with your gifts. One of them though, I’m going to need you to use the next time you bake me cookies. I’m probably going to take pictures of you with it, so no whining about it! I love lots and let’s go out for New Years!  

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Love, Minji!

She actually got a gift, unexpected to say the least. But at the same time, not that unexpected, because it came from Minzy. That thought softened her features, barely so as her hands clenched tight around one of the pair of knives. They looked childish, would seem that way to anyone, but Sash pressed her finger against the blade of it and slid it across so that her blood would pearl.

Best way to know if it was sharp enough or not. Judging by the sting and her index now in between her lips to taste away her blood, it was. Chances were Minzy didn’t even know what she’d just given her as a gift. She was happy about it though, this one was good enough, not the purple flowery thing that was laid down on her bed as she scowled down at it. Would it too bad of a thing if she just made a few cuts to get rid of the flowery elements at the very least? 

But then the idea of ruining the gift had her just scowling and bringing a snowman cookie between her lips. One day she will. With that thought she reached for her phone, wiped fingers now clutching onto the device so she could at least thank Minzy. 

message ➟ h:ero status ➟ sent❢

       ➚ If you mean let’s get drunk for New Years, I’m in. 

       ➚ Thanks for all of that but like            I’m never going to wear this fucking apron. 

       ➚ Merry Christmas to you too,            I’m losing my credibility if this is found out.            But I love you lots too Hero. 

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[text]: Is that suppose to be a threat?

message ➟ h:erostatus ➟ sent❢

       ➚ Wha—come on now Minz           If I wanted to threaten you I would do it face to face           Trust me. 

       ➚ But seriously get your fucking ass out to see me            before I come and fetch it. 

( ’ she wore a grin then, as another thought crossed her mind and her fingers were quick to add onto the previous messages. despite the cold frustrating her for the way her hands were shaking out of their gloves, but the text was quickly typed and then she hid her hands and phone back in her pockets )

message ➟ h:erostatus ➟ sent❢

       ➚ With a whip.