#crying in the club for these twooooo

[hellishvxbes]

             ⊱  ۫ ׅ  ✧ ⋮ ― 𝒜s Fizzarolli spent more time in Blitz's presence, the weight of unspoken emotions pressed heavily on his heart. When he listened to Blitz share his thoughts, a swell of feelings rose within him, and he could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from his eyes. It dawned on him how much they had both forfeited by not truly seeing each other until now, && an overwhelming desire surged within him to bridge that chasm between them.

             Blitz remained blissfully unaware of the depths of Fizz’s affection, a love that had flourished && lingered like an unquenchable fire within Fizz's soul. No matter how fervently Fizz tried to cast aside those sentiments and forge ahead, there was an invisible tether that drew him back — a longing to know if Blitz had ever glanced back, even for a fleeting moment, hoping to find an echo of the connection that had once existed between them.

           Fizz inhaled deeply, his chest rising as he pulled Blitz into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of his friend against him. ❛ Shut up, ❜ he murmured, his voice choked with emotion as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. The weight of their shared past hung heavily in the air, but in this moment, all that mattered was the fragile bond they were rekindling. 

          Fizz understood the truth now—the devastating fire had been nothing but a tragic accident, a cruel twist of fate manipulated by Blitz's father, who had driven a deep wedge between them. But here, in this moment of vulnerability, they had a chance to heal and rebuild. 

             ❛ We lost so much back then, ❜ he whispered, the words laced with a bittersweet ache. ❛ I don’t want to keep losing what matters. ❜ He felt the tension in Blitz’s body, an echo of the guilt he had carried for far too long. ❛ I forgive you, Blitz. ❜ Those words hung in the air, a promise of renewal, as Fizzarolli embraced his friend tighter, wanting to erase the burdens of the past.

         His own life had taken a turn he never anticipated; the trauma of losing his limbs had morphed into an unexpected gift, offering him a different perspective on life. Blitz didn’t need to shoulder this weight anymore—not when it came to Fizz. He was ready to let go of the shackles of guilt and step into a brighter future together.

How was it possible to feel so much better and worse? The knowledge that Fizz never hated him glowed warm in his chest, while the knowledge that the inability to do so had hurt Fizz so much opened a dark pit in his stomach. Blitz understood ; he’d tried for so long to convince himself that he hated Fizz back, that he resented him and all he’d come to symbolize. But it had never been true, merely bravado all along. Feigning hatred didn’t stop the desperate yearning, couldn't fill the empty space in his heart where Fizzarolli had been, right beside his sister . . . his mother.

In the end, Blitz had run from what he’d done, and he’d been running ever since. He was exhausted. All he wanted was a place to land.

Fizz’s hand on his shoulder felt like the beginning of that. The fact that Fizz could still stand to touch him at all was surely a good sign. Blitz looked back at his old friend with wide, shining eyes as he made his confessions. He fought the urge to interject, to tell Fizz that none of it was his fault, that Blitz didn’t blame him for staying away. Instead, he merely gave Fizz the space to let it all out. He covered Fizz’s hand with his own, and listened.

The last statement, however, struck Blitz’s heart like a knife. He closed his eyes again as if against pain, dropped his hand and took a step away. It was what he deserved, there was no denying it, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

❝ Fizz, I never stopped feeling it. ❞ His voice was broken, low and hoarse with the strain of the truth. ❝ I learned to live around it, but that — that despair? That ache? It’s never gone away. The weight of everything I lost — everything WE lost — the guilt, the shame? Every step away I tried to take, I’ve carried that every day. ❞

It was almost a relief to finally admit this to someone other than himself. His gaze returned to Fizzarolli, instinctively seeking comfort he knew he didn’t deserve.

❝ I’m sorry, ❞ he said again. ❝ For — for everything. I’m sorry for what I did. For what I didn’t do. I'm sorry I disappeared. I’m sorry you couldn’t hate me. I don’t need you to forgive me I just . . . want you to know how fucking sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you. It’s the last thing I ever fucking wanted to do. You were my best friend, my brother, you were everything to me. ❞

[honeekyuu]

PART TWOOOOO

11, 13, 22, and 30!!!!!

LETS FUCKING GOOOO

self-ship questions here!

11: What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

bro this is so hard,,, is it lame to say Talk Too Much by Renee Rapp LMAOOOOOOO maybe Kids by MGMT?? Sun by Two Door Cinema Club??? i feel like if it's describing the relationship, then Talk Too Much is the one because we're both stupid idiots who yap anxiously and the pining stage was real rough,,, but the VIBES of Kids and Sun are right,, like that coming of age running through the street together laughing in the middle of the night energy,,,, thats the right feeling

13: What’s their opinions on PDA?

we both like PDA real bad. im a little more socially aware of the people around me, but suna is violently "i dont see it and i dont care"-coded. he's the clinger, the hand holder, the kisser in the middle of the street type, and im that but toned down about 6 notches because thats embarrassing as hell LMAOO

22: How do they apologize after arguments?

i am simply too anxious to leave arguments unfinished LMAO when i fuck up, im pinning him to the fucking ground until he hears me out. theres usually crying involved bc im a sensitive girl. it'll last a couple days, where even after he forgives me, im really sensitive to all his moods and reactions to things, and i try to give him space so that im not annoying, but he thinks it's annoying when i do that so,,,,, i live a complicated life. i just sit in a corner and wait until he yells at me for being anxious and then i cry some more in his lap while he laughs and makes fun of me. when he fucks up, he apologizes and then waits about twenty minutes and then apologizes again, because i was dissociating and unresponsive the first time. theres a lot of cuddling involved, a lot of skinship and touching and holding me and mumbling in my ear that hes sorry and wont do it again and asking if i want him to buy me food (i do). we're both incapable of holding grudges

30: Free space! Say something about this ship that you want to say!

whenever girls hit suna up on IG or tiktok or literally anywhere, his first reaction is always to go "bruh." and when i ask "what??", he just shows me the message. there is ultimate trust in this relationship, no miscommunication about literally anyone outside of it. he shows me the message and says "bruh" and thats it. he usually responds with "my girlfriend eats people" and then blocks them. if im not with him when it happens, he waits until we're together again and then goes "OH!! YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY" and then shows me the message