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hii i found your account on a whim and ur theme was so cool!! do you wanna b moots :) ?

also tthis is my interactions blog, my writing blog is wooonter 😊

hai omg thank u so much sweetheart 🥹 i’d love to be moots with u ! i love ur blog so much ⭐️

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you tricked me…..green eyes was not hurt/comfort💔✌️

okay anon in my defense … angst is a form of comfort … right …???

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girl ur writing is genuinely so good. love love loveee the angst and also ur themes r so cute !

ah thank u so much ! i was so nervous about posting angst so ur words mean a LOT 🥹🫰🏼

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ur theme is so so cute omg (⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ᴗᵒ̴̶̷ꕤ)

omg thank u so much sweetheart i love ur new username ! what do i call u ? :O

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hey everyone just a little update that i changed my username ! i feel like it suits my style better now :3

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GREEN EYES

• ‎ ‎ ‎ jealousy isn’t something you’re used to seeing in heeseung. quiet, steady, sure—he was always the safe space you ran to. but one night, you find out even love this deep can be shaken when insecurities creep in, leaving words you can’t take back and silences too loud to ignore.

이희승 x fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ୨୧ ‎ ‎ angst, est relationship, jealousy, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, arguments, insecurity, hurtful words ‎ ‎ 3412

the apartment is crowded. it’s loud, filled with overlapping laughter, cheap pizza boxes, and the familiar hum of late—night exhaustion disguised as energy. someone suggests another round of a card game, and no one says no, not even you.

you sit cross—legged on the floor, knees brushing against heeseung’s thigh, his warmth steady against you. it should he comforting, it usually is. but tonight, something feels off. maybe it’s the way you’ve been leaning a little too much into the group’s laughter, or it’s the way you’ve been trading playful jabs with jay sitting across from you.

“god, you’re so bad at this,” jay laughs when you put down the wrong card. “hey! it’s called strategy,” you shoot back, grinning, tongue between your teeth. jake shakes his head, chuckling, “yeah, okay genius.”

your friends laugh. you laugh too. but next to you, heeseung doesn’t.

you don’t notice it right away, his jaw tight, his hand still on the card, his hand still on the card deck but unmoving. his eyes, sharp and unreadable, flicker between you and jay. when you bump your shoulder against heeseung absentmindedly, trying to get him to shuffle faster, he barely reacts.

“hee, earth to you?” you nudge. “yeah,” he says flatly, starting the next round.

you frown, but brush it off.

the night drags. the teasing continues. at some point, you laugh so hard at something jay says that you don’t notice the way heeseung goes silent completely. it’s only when you reach for his hand under the table and find it stiff, unmoving, that the unease creeps in.

later, when the games end and the others peel off into seperate conversations, you and heeseung end up in the kitchen alone. the buzz of the fridge fills the silence. you try for lightness.

“you’ve been quiet tonight.” you whisper. “have i?” his voice low, heavy.

you blink at him, startled by the sharp edge. “yeah…. you have.”

he sets his cup down harder than necessary. “maybe because you were too busy laughing at everything jay said to notice.”

your stomach drops. “what?”

“don’t act clueless.” his eyes finally meet yours, they’re burning. “you didn’t stop smiling at him all night.”

you stare at him, speechless. “heeseung, it was a game. we were just joking around.”

“joking,” he repeats bitterly. “right. because it’s just so funny to ignore your own boyfriend the whole night and hang off someone else’s every word.”

you feel your chest tighten. “that’s not fair. i wasn’t ignoring you.”

“weren’t you?” his laugh is empty. “do you even realize how you look at him?”

anger flares in you, born from hurt. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means,” he says, voice cracking, “that sometimes i wonder if you even need me when you’re so good at making everyone else feel like they’re the only one in the room.”

the words slice through you. “you think i’d rather be with someone else?”

“i don’t know what to think anymore.”

the silence after is suffocating. you feel the sting behind your eyes, the lump in your throat. but pride keeps your word sharp.

“maybe if you weren’t so insecure about every little thing, we wouldn’t be having this fight.”

the way his face falls is immediate, like you just struck him. well, maybe you did.

he steps back, shaking his head. “right. it’s my fault for caring. for wanting to feel like i matter to you.”

“you do matter to me!” your voice cracks, but it’s too late. the words sound hollow in the wake of what you just said.

he lets our a bitter breath, eyes glassy but hard. “you don’t get it.”

you reach for him, but he pulls away.

the night ends like that. no dramatic exit, no slammed doors. just the unbearable sound of distance—his retreat into silence, your tears falling unnoticed into the quiet hum of the fridge.

when the party dies down and the apartment is empty, you like awake on the couch, phone clutched in your hand. no messages come in. no goodnight.

you realize, bitterly, that jealousy wasn’t the worst part. it was the words you threw in anger, the ones you can’t take back, the ones still echoing between you.

and for the first time in a long time, you don’t know if he’ll ever look at you the same way again.

uhlore hey everyone ~ this is my first post after weeks of not uploading , sorry for the radio silence school’s been keeping me busy TT i actuay started this out of pure boredom and ended up turning into a long oneshot full of angst ! hope it doesn’t flop too hard, fingers crossed 🤞

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i love ur cute themes 🪽

riii 🥺 ur so sweet omg now i gotta keep up with u and ur perfect themes 😤

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hiiii !! i just realized we're moots TT i've seen you around on blr & instagram, nice to meet you ☺️ hope we can interact in the future more !

hai hai omg i love ur account so much honestly i was scared to interact before TT but i’m really hlad we have been moots :3 and btw is ur name dani ?

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Please, don’t ignore my message. I’m going through one of the hardest times of my life, and every share or repost of my campaign could be a reason for our survival. Help me reach people who might be able to support us. Your voice matters… and your support could save us 💔

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thank u shin & riri ♡

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hello pretty girl 😍

HAI NOAH ( please correct me if i’m wrong ) HOW ARE U ML

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hai wonio paris parinio wonris ...

hai yinnie yintual yinris yinyinnie i love yin i miss u

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thank you ri & vi ♥︎

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favirote moots?

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if you have a moment, please consider giving some attention to my friend Nader ( @nader202-3 )'s campaign. besides himself, he is providing for his wife, Sally ( @sally2033 ), and their three young children, Laila, Nour, and Ahmed, as well as his parents and siblings. Nader's father was injured in the airstrike that destroyed the family's home; due to the lack of available medical care, he continues to struggle with long-term complications. this bombing also killed several of the Gibril family's relatives, including Nader's aunt, uncle, and cousin with his whole family.

now, their situation has gotten even more dire. earlier this month, Nader attempted to get food for the family at one of the israeli/US-run GHF aid distribution sites. as you've likely heard, these facilities have been used as cover to deliberately kill and injure people who come seeking desperately needed food. over 240 humanitarian organizations have called for the GHF to cease operations, and according to the UN, over 1,000 people have been killed while seeking aid. thankfully, Nader was not among them—but he was shot in the back and is now recovering from this serious injury without the benefits of easily accessible medicines, nutritious food, or even a safe and quiet place to rest.

Nader and Sally's children are all under ten years old. they are acutely vulnerable to starvation and the long-term consequences of malnutrition. if the Gibril family's campaign doesn't raise sufficient funds to buy food (which can be over $200 USD per day), Sally or one of the other adults in the family will have to risk their life seeking aid from the GHF. this is not tenable. they should not have to choose between being shot and watching their beloved children fade away from starvation.

your donations and engagement with Nader and Sally's campaign mean that Nader can recover without having to worry for his family, that Sally won't have to risk death or injury to feed their children, and that Laila, Nour, and Ahmed can survive and stay healthy. even just sharing their posts, following one or both of their blogs, or dropping a kind word is a reminder that they are not facing this terrible situation alone. whatever you can do to help is valuable.

(The Gibril family's campaign has been verified by @/90-ghost and is facilitated by @/pocketsizedquasar-3)

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@yintual @chrrific @jjennuine @boyfhee

Hi my friend

I hope you don’t mind me messaging you like this… Please let me know if my message gets through 🙏

On this day every month, I used to receive my salary, buy groceries, and give a portion to those in need. Now, after 22 months of war, I’m begging strangers to help my sick mother and father — just to afford $25 for a kilo of flour. Please be the reason we eat today. Thank you for your kind heart.🫂💔

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@yintual @fleuryns @koiiqqqq @boyfhee @manariee

I lost 15 kg this month. My weight is now 42 kg. I don’t know what next month will bring.

I gave the campaign to my younger sister — not just in case I don’t survive, but so she might have a chance to save whoever’s left in our family.

I’m only 23. I used to dream of living like others — to 60 or 70. But people like us don’t get to dream that far.

If these are the last words I ever write… I just hope they reach someone who still has the power to care.

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hey everyone ! i know i haven’t posted any works lately ⎯ school’s been kinda overwhelming and i’ve got a bunch of assingments to catch up on TT but i promise i’m still writing little by little ♥︎ it’s just taking time since i want to make sure it turns out good !!! thanks for being patient with me ^_^