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[unrealization]

Akira's opinion on talent is complicated. On one hand, she is totally convinced of her own talent and genuinely hates being doubted as the Ultimate Actress. She DOES, doubt herself at times, seeing herself as somewhat plain and lacking the glamour of a proper actress. This is usually down to her comparing herself to her mother, who was a working actress when she was alive.

On the other hand, her talent isn't something she can control at all. She completely loses herself in her role, to the point where she can feel like a passenger in her own body. Her actual talent isn't acting, its mimicry. She picks up the mannerisms and personality of the people around her, and subconsciously mimics them, often leading to putting people off. This can grow into an actual obsession, where she gets fixated on one character or person and 'performs' as them all the time.

Akira is aware of this subconscious drive within herself, and personifies it as a character called "The Phantasm." This leads her to a growing resentment toward other people with talents that don't infringe on their personal lives. She is perpetually jealous of people who can control their talents.

She is desperate to maintain some modicum of her personal identity despite it slipping away from her so easily. She is generally so uncertain about who she really is that she feels like Akira is a stranger she has to learn about.

[sqtorux]

being a mistress to the head of the gojo clan was more than you could ever dream of in your lifetime.

sure you're not his wife officially, but what does a piece of paper and some ceremony mean when all the affection and time satoru has is dedicated to you?

that didn't change when his supposed wife gave birth to a son— securing her place as the future heir of the gojo clan.

upon hearing a knock, you open your door revealing a grinning satoru who wastes no time in bringing your lips to his and his hands to your waist, pulling you closer.

"aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?"

"yeah, they told me to go be with my wife. that's what i did"

[uhlillie]

i have cuteness aggression

[trannypresident]

yeah crazy rough sex is awesome and all but i would do anything for a guy who's inexperienced and needs my help. who i could sit on my lap and touch so we could both explore his body together. a boy who's breath hitches with every new unfamiliar feeling, i'd put my other hand on his cheek and whisper to him about how good he's being for me. once he eased, i'd lay him on his back and give him head, pausing every so often to tell him how much i love his body and to make sure he still felt good. while we'd fuck i'd go so, so slow, savoring it like a meal, keeping my lips as close to his as possible and kissing him over every gasp and moan. "making love" in the purest sense i could. what was i talking about

[mercuriians]

I feel like a fic about Atsumu, Oikawa, and Bokuto finding their s/o reading fanfic about them would be hilarious

(You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to <3)

Have a lovely day and thank you if you end up doing this request <33333

a fantasy world

content info — gender neutral! reader, fluffy hq!! drabbles with some crack & hurt/comfort (sounds weird but bear w it, all separate). a teeny tiny bit suggestive in atsumu's part cuz he's a little shit.

word count — 1.9k words.

author’s note — holy HELL this is so late 😭 anon i hope ur still here, i made this pretty long so that's my way of apologizing. im also praying that atsumu is in character because this is only the second time ive written him. anyway, tysm for requesting!! hope u all like this <3

MIYA ATSUMU

your eyes are obstinately glued to your phone, wholly transfixed by the words that were typed across the screen. not a single soul knew about your little hobby and quite frankly, it was likely better that they remained oblivious. you wouldn’t know how to react if anyone found out, but really, there was one particular person who absolutely had to stay unaware.

as it turns out, they were also the very subject of the story you’re currently reading—of course, none other than your sweet, beloved boyfriend, atsumu. not that the term ‘sweet’ was an especially fitting term for him. ooh, that was a sick burn.

now, obviously you loved the boy. atsumu was bold, intelligent, thoughtful, hardworking, and affectionate to the point where osamu and the rest of his team often complained about how shameless he was in front of them. his spirit burned bright with fiery ambition, glimmering red and orange and yellow, and he introduced a kind of light into your life that you had never quite experienced before. at first you were a little wary at first, a little blinded by how much he shone, but because you were just as stubborn as he was, you soon grew used to it.

if anything, you came to learn that atsumu was undoubtedly one of the most inspirational people out there. motivating his peers was like second-nature to him, and even if he didn’t consciously put in the effort to inspire them, he still ended up doing so anyway. his love for volleyball was blatant in its authenticity, in its obsession. so when coupled with his charisma, and, yes, his boyishly good looks, atsumu developed a serious kind of gravitational pull. it was no wonder so many people were drawn in—yourself included.

but, inevitably, something had to be sacrificed. your boyfriend’s devotion to the game often meant that you two didn’t get to spend much time together. if atsumu wasn’t practicing at the gym, then he was either thinking about doing it, on his way to doing it, or—this happens only under the direst of circumstances—recovering from doing it. he was, in every sense of the word, a workaholic.

you were fine with it for the most part, mostly because you had a busy schedule to deal with yourself. if you weren’t doing homework or studying for an upcoming exam for the sake of staying on top of your classes, then you were either fulfilling your duties as a student council member, playing your respective sport, or taking care of things at home.

regardless, there were still times when you wished atsumu was with you. it didn’t matter if he was spewing volleyball jargon, or forcing you to pepper with him, or anything like that. you just wanted to spend time with him, to actually see him and his stupid face and his stupid smile that you want to kiss so badly.

maybe that’s why you’re so zeroed in on the fanfiction you’re reading—to try and make up for what you’ve been deprived of for days on end. a very palpable twinge of sadness tugs at your heart. you push the unwanted sentiment to the depths of your mind, trying to focus on reading the story again.

god, what sentence were you even on? and why was the door suddenly opening—

“hey baby, did ya miss me?”

your soul leaves your body.

before you even have time to think, a shrill scream rips from your throat as you scramble to hide your phone underneath the covers. atsumu's jaw drops, completely and utterly befuddled by your behavior. after a moment he raises his hands in mock surrender. "jeez, darlin', it's just me. your boyfriend, remember?" atsumu says, brow raised. there's a mixture of emotions written across his face—slight concern, palpable amusement, even some suspicion. "what are ya hidin' there on your phone, anyway?"

finally, you seem to find your voice. "n-nothing important," you mumble, clearly and very intentionally avoiding the intensity of atsumu's hawk-like gaze. "i didn't even know you'd be visiting today.. thought you would be busy with practice again."

maybe it's because your boyfriend knows you so well by now, but he catches the hint of bitterness in your tone. his face softens, and he takes one, two, three steps toward you until he's taking up the space on your left. "coach called in sick, so mister perfect decided to just cancel practice for today," atsumu shrugs. you're still somewhat upset, but you can't help but smile at the setter's nickname for his captain—kita shinsuke, the closest embodiment of perfection that anyone's ever seen.

"i'm pretty sure i texted ya that i would be dropping by," your boyfriend adds, glancing over at you. cautiously, you pull out your phone again and open up the messages app. lo and behold, he did in fact text you, but you were too busy with your fanfiction to notice.

your face burns with the weight of your embarrassment.

a small chuckle escapes from atsumu's mouth. "wow, i haven't even done anything and you're already blushin' for me," he teases. you hit his chest halfheartedly, muttering about how mean he's being. you fail to notice the calculating glint in his eyes. you also fail to notice his hand wandering.

a second later, atsumu grins smugly, your phone held securely in his grip.

"what the hell, 'sumu?!" you screech, trying to retrieve the object in vain. "how did you even—"

"i'm good with my hands," he winks, and you don't even have time to scold him for the clear innuendo because he's typing in the password to your phone. all you can do is accept your fate as atsumu discovers the story you were reading.

as expected, he laughs. loudly. it's almost like the laugh he lets out whenever he wins a bet against osamu. you turn away, shame and humiliation gnawing at your chest. there's nothing more you want than to be swallowed by the floor beneath you.

however, when atsumu's laughter dies down a few moments later, you feel him wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "baby," he begins, voice still a little breathless from all his cackling, "why are ya reading this when ya got the real thing right here?"

you look up at him, a confusing mess of emotions swirling within your stomach. "because we don't seem to spend much time together anymore," you admit, lowering your eyes to the ground. "laugh all you want, but these stories are there for me whenever i need them. you probably think it's stupid, or pathetic, or whatever, but.. i miss you, 'sumu."

you close your eyes, preparing to hear another round of thunderous laughter. it never comes.

"open yer eyes for me, babe," atsumu's voice is unexpectedly soft, tender. hesitantly, you do, and your gaze meets his. your boyfriend reaches out, resting a calloused hand against your cheek. his touch is so familiar, so comforting, that you can't do anything else but lean in and welcome it. "i didn't know that ya were feelin' this way, and i'll admit that it's my fault for not noticing. but hey, you wanna know somethin'?"

"what is it?" you whisper.

"i miss ya too," your boyfriend confesses. he leans in, placing a soft kiss against your lips. "and tomorrow, i'm taking ya out on a date."

OIKAWA TOORU

"oh my god, this is so cute," you sigh dreamily, swinging your feet in satisfaction as you indulge yourself. it was fanfiction, for crying out loud—can you really be blamed? this particular story practically reeked of fluff. you had just received flowers from the male lead, with you two having confessed just a few days ago. now you were on the first date, entering the doorway to a beautiful relationship that made every reader jealous.

the fact that the male lead—the infamous setter of aoba johsai, fanboy of iwaizumi hajime, hater of ushijima wakatoshi—also happened to be your boyfriend was just a minor detail.

you continued reading, the outside world completely irrelevant as you immersed yourself in the story. soon another squeal leaves your lips as oikawa, the male lead, bends down to kiss your hand. he says something swoonworthy, causing you to giggle like a madman. "that's it, i'm marrying you," you say, as if he can hear you through the story.

"marrying who?"

you let out a defeated sigh as your boyfriend pops his head into your room. there's a pout on oikawa's face, his mocha eyes filled with mock betrayal. still there's a part of you that knows he actually is a little bit jealous; he just doesn't know that technically, he's jealous of himself. "who are you marrying, babe?" he asks you somewhat accusingly. "i think it's a bit too early for—"

"shut up please," you groan, a bit sad that your reading session got interrupted. "i'm reading this fanfiction of you, and in the story, you're actually nice to me."

you immediately hear an indignant gasp from your boyfriend. he puts a hand to his chest, his pout now even more prominent. "excuse me, i am nice to you," oikawa scoffs as he walks over, squinting at the story you're reading. "i'm way better than him!"

"you are him," you deadpan.

"exactly! why are you reading that when i'm right here? i'm hurt," oikawa says in disapproval, shaking his head at you. "now move over."

you blink—once, twice. "wait, what?"

"i wanna read too," oikawa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "so i can list all the things they got wrong about me."

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

maybe reading fanfiction about your boyfriend wasn't the best idea. it's not that the story wasn't great because it really was—the characterization was on-point, the writing style was smooth and elegant, and the plot was creative. it's more about your boyfriend himself. particularly the way that he reacted when he found out.

"am i not good enough?" bokuto asked you quietly as he stared up at you. his golden eyes were absolutely despondent, his shoulders were slouched, and even his owlish hair looked like it was deflated. you didn't need akaashi to understand that those were all signs of an emo bokuto.

and it was all because of you.

man, the guilt was unbearable.

"koutarou," you say softly, reaching out to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "baby, you are more than enough for me. you're amazing, okay? you're my anchor, and you make me smile when no one else can. compared to you, this fanfiction means nothing." you pause, placing a tender kiss against his warm cheek. "seeing you sad makes me sad, you know?"

"i'm sorry," bokuto mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "i thought i'd let you down or something, like i wasn't being a good boyfriend. it scared me."

his words make your heart hurt even more. you pull away from the hug, letting your earnest gaze meet his. "from now on, you don't have to be scared," you tell him seriously. "i'll stop reading fanfiction, and every day, i'll remind you of how much you mean to me. is that fair, kou?"

bokuto nods, and it's at that moment that you start to see the gloomy aura around him disappear. "i love you," he says, and you can tell that he means it. he always does.

you pull him closer, your fingers combing through his hair soothingly. he hums quietly, enjoying the feeling. "i love you too, koutarou," you smile. "and no story will ever change that."

you let a few moments pass by, simply listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. slowly, you let your eyes close, your boyfriend's strong embrace lulling you to a light rest. after a few moments, though, bokuto's voice breaks through the silence. "can i ask you a question, babe?"

you open your eyes. "anything."

he pulls away, his expression completely serious as he looks at you. "can we get something to eat?"

[heeliopheelia]

"keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.5k requested by @venividibitchin ♡

warnings: swearing, kissing

a/n: i'm writing way too many kissing hee fics lately, is it just me or are they getting repetitive 😭 but whatever, it's actually my favorite dribble i've written so far!! since we can't have hee getting too many fluffy drabbles, tonight imma probably drop an angsty one for a change!! hope you like this one guys too <3

You've always thought that sleepy Heeseung was the most adorable being on the entire planet earth.

The way that his eyes blink heavily, his dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks softly. The slow rising of his chest and the occasional snores that slip out whenever he catches himself drifting away despite his will. The way his head lulls to the side and lands on your shoulder when he finally gives up and allows himself to fall asleep.

In conclusion, you love every single fucking thing about sleepy Heeseung.

That's exactly why you can't resist yourself from assaulting your boyfriend's face as he rests peacefully in the crook of your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. Slightly pulling away from him, you start with a small smooch to his cheek, following with a trail of pecks down to his chin. As a soft grunt leaves his throat, you take that as a permission to go all in and start peppering his entire face with kisses.

Now, more awake than not, Heeseung lazily pulls you on his lap and leans his head back, wholeheartedly enjoying being on the receiving side of your affection. You don't stop moving your lips across his drowsy features, lips grazing all the way from the tip of his ear to his sharp jawline.

After teasing him by only kissing the corners of his mouth, you finally press your lips to his fully, relishing in the muffled sigh he lets out. You slowly drag the kiss out, moving sloppily as your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head.

Heeseung hums lowly. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll marry you," he blurts out into your lips, hands kneading your thighs absentmindedly.

Feeling your heart halting in your chest, you pull away slowly, not sure whether you should actually take his words into consideration or it's just the tiredness speaking through him right now. You look into his eyes, only to find his unwavering gaze already set on you.

"Wait, are you serious?" You ask, hands moving to brace on his shoulders.

He only chuckles softly, nuzzling your cheek before finding your lips again. "Yeah, dead serious. Would you want that too?"

You feel the hot rush of adoration for your boyfriend running through your veins and before you can even process the situation soberly, you're nodding your head happily. "Yeah. Very much."

A wide smile stretches Heeseung's lips. "Then it's settled. We're getting married tomorrow."

You snort, pinching his ear gently. "Where? In a fucking Elvis chapel?"

"For all I care, it could even be this godawful Chinese restaurant we went to last week. Now that you agreed, I just wanna wife you up already."

You can't help but giggle out of the buzzing giddiness inside of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his chest. "Alright, yeah. Okay," you stumble out.

"Okay?" He repeats after you, making sure he's not lovesick enough for his delusional mind to just imagine you saying that.

But when your hands squeeze his t-shirt tightly, he knows he wasn't just dreaming it all and you're right here actually accepting his bizarre proposal.

"Okay."

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @arizejkt19 @luvmura @milisabunny @cathy-1997 @venividibitchin

[fawnsflowerbed]

everyone always writes about puppy or bunny which is CUTE!!! But. what about kitty reader?

KITTY READER!!!!!

NUDGING THEIR CUTE LITTLE BUTT AND LEGS UP AGAINST LEON TO SHOW SMIDGES OF CASUAL LOVE, PURRING AS THEY BUTT THEIR HEAD AGAINST HIS SHOULDER!!!!!! RUBBING THEIR FACE ALL OVER HIM WHEN HE GETS OUT OF THE SHOWER TO RESTORE HIS ‘NATURAL’ SMELL!!!!! CHIRPING AT THE BIRDS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW AND MEOWING ENDLESSLY AT 12AM FOR LEON TO PET THEM AS THEY EAT!!!! KITTY READER HATING BATHS AND GRUMBLING AND GROWLING AS LEON CHUCKLES!!!

LEON DANGLING HIS MOTORCYCLE KEYS ABOVE THEM AS A FORM OF ENRICHMENT AS THEY LAY ON THEIR BACK BATTING AT IT!! KITTY READER PURRS ON LEON’S CHEST AS HE SLEEPS SO HE GETS BETTER REST KNOWING HE HAS HIS SWEETHEART WITH HIM!!!!

KITTY READERRRR!!!!

[aezuria]

dark percy this dark percy that

WE COULDVE HAD DARK LEO HELLO he had sm potential to set the world on fire or smth if he just got angry and i’m talking full on rage

throw him into tartarus rn to get that extra trauma pls and thanks

[blkkizzat]

y'all new kinktober ideas wont leave me be, halloween is my fav holiday too so im all about it....so i went to the movies tonight and omfg.

what about beetlejuice!gojo ?????

lmfao no but like not really he wouldnt be as gross kjdhajsh, but i was thinking what if gojo like was a ghost who couldn't move on and was like obsessed with you and played all kind of pranks on you and especially scared away any type of guy you brought around.

idk... ill think about this more lol.

[asmobeuses]

Ughhh thinking about girl dad Nanami

Coming home to your little princess and the love of your life having a tea party together.

Nanami's tall ass not being able to fit in those little chairs at your daughter's play table so he has to sit criss cross on the floor.

Nanami who's short hair is done in two very very small ponytails. I wonder who's hands did that!! Sho wasn't his huge ones.

Nanami who looks at you, scratching his head with a little princess Tiana teacup in the other hand.

"Ah. You're home..early."

Nanami who complains about his body aching after sitting on the floor for so long. (He's so me core)

M.list <— if you enjoy my silly works, I have more here!

[sqtorux]

satoru with reader who has a curse where she can hypnotise anyone she wills under the guise of them being in love with her.

no, you arent a sorcerer or a curse user. you just so happened to be burdened have this curse and may have been using it for your own good (who wouldn't?).

one time you got a little too silly and ended up indirectly defeating two grade 1 sorcerers by making them fight to the death for your hand. they really were just in the way of your mischevious plans!

so it's no surprise when you find the strongest sorcerer in modern times standing tall in front of you. to exorcise you? to capture you? you weren't sure but well, even he's nothing against your curse right?

every 'i love you' used to be shallow and every promise of forever used to be empty. those were all facades of the curse etched into you.

but the way those six eyes seemed to stare deep into your soul, the way its wielder's hands moved against your body, the way his mouth spoke of the devotion he has for you, it's not your fault for wanting it to be real right?

[honeysinpaii]

It's a popular cafe at a busy hour. There's been a steady line at the register since four o'clock hit. Your coworkers are bustling behind you, taking orders and pouring coffee while you try to say the same thing you've been saying for past five weeks.

"I don’t date Bofurin, got it?" You assert with a scowl, manicured hands gripping the sticky counter in frustration.

And of course, just like every time he's asked before now, your words fall on deaf, pierced ears.

"Okay, okay, not a date then," he says with a grin, green eyes glittering with mischief. "Let's go out...as friends."

"No thanks," you grab the hand towel resting underneath the counter and get back to cleaning spilled coffee.

His face falls into a pathetic little frown, overcome with disappointment as he grips the edge of the counter and swings back to crouch beneath the edge. "Pleeaaasssse go out with me? What's it gonna taaakke?" He begs, embarrassing himself to the entire coffeehouse, not that anyone takes notice.

Mitsuki Kiryu. College sophomore. Has dated every girl in his class, and probably the entire town, all save for you.

And it's not from a lack of trying.

While he sips his latte with faux tears in his eyes, your coworker pulls you over in the back fridge to whisper into your ear. "I don't get it, he's totally your type, is rejecting him some sort of sick turn on for you?"

Whether you want to acknowledge it or not, you had to admit to yourself that you found Kiryu incredibly enticing. You've always had a particular weakness for men with an array of piercings. His cotton candy hair held a particular charm for you, and what made it all worse was the way he looked at you with those viridescent eyes.

There was something soft in them. Something playful and mischievous too.

You force the memories of the time the two of you first met out of your head and elbow her in her side as you reach for the milk. "I'm not dating someone that's in Bofurin. Ever."

You replace the empty milk carton on the counter with a fresh gallon in the fridge hidden behind the counter. Cleaning up little messes wherever you go. "And besides," you continue, peeking up from your work to make sure Kiryu was too far to overhear, "He's only asking me so he can tell everyone how he's dated every girl in his class. Perfect score for a perfect loser."

"You don't know that," she defends, though when she looks up over your head to take a look at the pink-haired man, it's with a look of suspicion.

"C'mon, don't you remember the rumors about him in high school?" You continue on your little rant, sweeping up spills on the sticky floors. "He had a new girl every week. There's no way I'd let myself be someone's flavor of the week."

She nodded along beside you, no longer putting her doubts to voice.

Whatever fleeting fantasies you may have had about dating Mitsuki Kiryu died early on in high school. He may have saved you as a member of Bofurin, but you had let that memory go the moment you realized you'd only ever be a fleeting fling to him.

Nirei was wrong about taking chances. Kiryu wasn’t even sure why he listened to him when he told him to lay it all out on the open. He should’ve known his friend would be wrong the moment he said he couldn’t imagine any girl telling him no.

Plenty of girls have turned down Mitsuki Kiryu for a date. He was only some guy after all, and what’s worse, he had received more rejections in his life than acceptances because of his rebellious appearance. He wasn’t the kind of guy a modest girl would take home to her family. And while his reputation at Bofurin had gained him some ground, he still knew that the rumors about him would only make dating harder.

He didn’t care to refute them at first. High school doesn’t last forever, and the girls he saved more than made up for any rumors that might come of being seen together. But now he was two years into college, and while it was easy enough for him to dive into the façade he had built for a summer of one night stands, that summer had quickly gone stale.

What’s worse, you’re a student at the same college he goes to. You’re the only person he’s never been able to get out of his head since meeting.

Not that you ever gave him the time of day anymore though.

There was a brief moment in time after the two of you met that he finally felt he was truly alive. Not living just trying to get by, existing just to see another day, but wholly invested in what the future might bring. Sunsets were brighter, songs were deeper, and he felt his whole life was aglow.

And now it seems like you can’t even stand to be in the same room as him.

Kiryu crumpled up the empty coffee cup in his hand as he leaned outside the building. Tossing it into the receptacle not too far from him. Laying everything out in the open was getting him nowhere.

It’s time to fight dirty.

[intramoon]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

I want to wish everyone a holiday full of peace, love, and rejuvenation.

The last time I posted I mentioned deleting this account, I decided it was best to take a month away to figure out what I wanted to do. My sister was actually the one to convince me to get back in touch with why I originally joined Simblr and to keep going with my art. I had a story I wanted to tell, and I want to get back to telling it.

I wiped most of what was on this account, I want a clean-ish slate. Eventually, I'll un-private old story posts after I reorganize them. All my downloads are private but the links are still active. Eventually, I'll make a download page as well. No more intravertt.

I created a queue that will start tomorrow! It'll last a couple weeks into the Jan.

I made @intrasun, an account to post behind-the-scenes things (it is also queued into Jan.). In 2025 I don't want to contribute to the gatekeeping-ness you sometimes see on Simblr. I'm sharing all my resources, mostly editing, over there and sharing progress with Brutally Soft, some lore, etc.

I completely redid my blog and pages, if you want to check it out!

I look forward to sharing my writing and art again, how I imagined it!

To a new year full of creativity and passion!

[raquinfemme]

Reigniting my gamer girl era this year and I just feel like having someone who'll make me sit between their legs on the couch while I play competitions, being my biggest cheerleader and encouraging me every round... but their hands never leave me alone.

A pinch of my nipple when I'm trying to line up my aim perfectly, biting along my neck each time I die in game to "enhance" the reality of my gameplay, pulling me tight against their hips so I can feel them grind against my ass and lower back all with the excuse of just wanting to congratulate me. "I have a game to play too- oh no, sweetheart, keep that controller in your hands. Focus on the screen."

:: 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔟𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔵. 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔫𝔦.

[heeliopheelia]

"how did we end up like this?" (heeseung x reader)

genre: angst to fluff word count: 1k requested by nonnie ♡

a/n: ahhh i almost forgot how much i love writing angst and arguments 🤍 like i've said before, i wasn't planning on ending this on a happy note but i folded because... well, it's hee lmfao

masterlist

Your head is pounding from all the screaming and crying you've let out today.

Biting down on your lip harshly, you turn your head to the side to hide the tears forming in your eyes from your boyfriend. Eyeing the duffle bag you've laid out on your shared bed, you start throwing the messily folded clothes inside it.

"W-Wait, what are you-," Heeseung stops himself as he chokes on his own breath. With heart dropping into the deepest pit of his stomach, he walks up to you and grabs your elbow gently. He tries to ignore the way that your body stiffens underneath his touch but the sharp aching in his chest really makes it difficult. "Stop, please. That's not necessary, love."

"Oh, I think it's very necessary," you murmur with a sniffle, using the back of your hand to wipe the tears from your face.

Heeseung tries to move in front of you but you jerk your arm out of his touch and shake your head at him.

"Baby, don't. You know I didn't mean what I said–"

"I know," you interrupt him, trying to calm your shaky breath. "I know," you repeat, softer this time, "It's not that, Heeseung."

"Then what is it?" He asks, slightly dreading your answer as he watches your eyes widen with disbelief.

"Oh, c'mon now. All we ever do is fight all the goddamn time. We can't even go two days without getting to each other's throats. It's not healthy anymore, you've surely noticed that." Your trembling fingers attempt to stuff another shirt into your duffle bag but when another wave of hot tears blurs your vision completely, you give up on this task for and bury your face in your hands. "How did we even end up like this? When? We were always so good together. So why?"

"I'm sorry." Even though Heeseung's head is filled to the brim with running thoughts, this is the only thing he's able to come up with.

Hurting you was never the slightest possibility for him yet now he's standing seemingly frozen, watching the love of his life collect their stuff and about to leave him forever – and all he can do is try to figure out the answer to your question. Because, really, when has it all started going downhill?  Heeseung could swear in a heartbeat that there's never been anyone who could make him happier than you do – and probably no one ever will, and yet he starts wondering whether convincing you to stay with him would only cause you more pain.

"You don't have to apologize for anything," you sniffle again, hands moving quickly to zip your bag. "We're both at fault here. No need to kick yourself down because of it, you know? Sometimes it just.... happens."

And he can't say anything because you're right. He can't say anything because there's absolutely nothing on his mind that could somehow make this situation better. He can't say anything because if he does, he'll only hurt you more and he can't have that when his heart is already this heavy with guilt.

So he watches helplessly as throw the bag over your shoulder, not sparing him even one look as you make you way out of the bedroom with your head hanging low, thick teardrops leaving a trace on the floor as you go. You're walking down the stairs and it'll be only a matter of seconds before you leave him and without even knowing how much he fucking loves you you'll be gone from his life.

With that thought and the fact that Lee Heeseung is a selfish man whose heart always has more control over him than his mind, he drops every single shred of reason and rushes down the stairs, long legs nearly tripping on the wooden steps.

He pushes his arm forward in the last second, shutting the door close just as your hand reaches the doorknob.

He's breathless, wide eyes looking at you with panic. "Don't go."

"Heeseung, I–," you stutter out, mind stalling as his warm hands come up to cup your wet face, fingers wiping your cheeks with the tenderness and affection that you've lacked so much for the past week.

And when he starts littering small, quite desperate, kisses all over your face, you can't help but cave into his touch, the duffle bag hitting the floor as it slides down your shoulder.

"Don't leave, baby," he pleads, hugging you even closer, even tighter when your tears seem to never come to an end. "Don't leave me, please. We'll fix it, we always do. I'll be better, I promise."

Your arms come up around his middle, fingers clenching on the fabric of his worn out t-shirt as you can't do anything else but cry in his embrace. He presses a kiss to your wobbly lips coated with salty tears, then another one and a next one after that.

"You're it for me, YN. I need you with me. By my side," he mumbles into your skin, his warm kisses never ceasing and successfully bringing comfort to your weeping heart. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," you nearly whisper, words strangled with your tightened throat. He makes your head spin but you have no time to wonder if it's in a good or a bad way as his tongue makes its way inside your mouth, causing all of your thoughts to disappear within a mere second. "So much," you mutter into the kiss, hands coming up to run through his thick hair.

"Then stay with me, hm?" You nod your head quickly, tugging his neck closer as he pulls away from you slightly. "Yeah?" He needs you to confirm your statement before he gets his hopes too high and gets his heart broken in two. "You're not gonna leave me?"

And the another firm nod of your head is all that he needs, breath stuttering for a second before he draws you even closer in his arms and lets you pull his face to yours again, molding your lips together and willing to leave the scarring argument in the past to give your mending relationship yet another chance.

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Thinking about lazy mornings & cuddling Rumi <3. She's always awake so early because of training that she literally can't sleep in. I hc she has a lot of rabbit tendencies like she nuzzles up against you & tickles you with her ears - she truly didn't mean to wake you up but as you pet her ears in your half asleep state her ears droop down and you can swear you hear her purring