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MY GOD MY UNIVERSE
@mizisfavouritestr4p
mizi signed my arm im going to get it tattooed right now
The pain of a tattoo is nothing compared to the pain of seeing her delicate, beautiful Mizi fraternise with sweaty, fat men. She doesn't deserve to be touched by such filth. On the other hand, Sua deserves to touch her. She'd touch her softly, gently or maybe she'd bruise and bite. Unlike others, she would take Mizi's wants and feelings into consideration. What would Mizi like? Would Mizi want to dominate her? Or maybe she'd want Sua to take the reins. Either way, it doesn't matter simply because Sua is pure, unlike those disgusting males.
There's just so much filth in the world, poor Mizi. All those creeps crowding around her and all she can do is smile. To be honest, something inside Sua just screams every time Mizi does one of those perverted ads with a man. Or multiple men. It makes Sua sick to the stomach, teeth itching. As if a man could ever even hope to handle the goddess that Mizi is. It's infuriating. It's a crime. If she could, she'd slowly peel the skin off every single dirty male that ever even thought about touching Mizi and then roast it before gifting it to her lovely Mizi. Men are the most irritating, stupid and annoying creatures on Earth. How dare they look at Mizi? How dare they have the audacity to even smile at her with their spit filled mouths. Nobody deserves to even think about Mizi except Sua, she's the only exception. Her soul and heart are pure from perversion.
Besides, Sua is Mizi's real number one fan. If Mizi had 100 fans, Sua would be there. If Mizi had 10 fans, Sua would be there. If Mizi had 1 fan, it would be Sua. If Mizi had no fans, Sua would be dead. She runs four separate fan accounts and a throwaway account to send messages to specific people who simply don’t deserve to live, she owns three body pillows, she's been to every single fan event and show for the past four years, two baggies full of Mizi's discarded cigarettes, Mizi posters and photos covering every inch of her bedroom walls, millions worth of merch, multiple signed albums and pieces of clothing. And finally, finally, after years of trying, Mizi signed her arm. The second Mizi had left the event, Sua left - she’s only there for Mizi anyway - and got it tattooed directly into her skin.
Now she and Mizi will be together forever, even if she dies, even if her body rots away. But it's not enough. She needs more. So much more. How can she be satisfied with just this? Sua straddles Mizi and caresses her soft cheek. She needs to carve Mizi's beautiful chest open and then slip inside her warm embrace and kill herself. So they can truly be together. She presses a hand on Mizi's stomach and her lips twist into a smile. Their ribs would lock together with a quiet click, perfectly slotting against each other while their hearts would kiss and throb blood into each others valves. Sua rocks her hips, teeth digging into her own lips. Their intestines would twirl around each other and Sua would live off Mizi's stomach acid for the rest of her life.
They're truly meant for each other. Two halves of the same person. If god existed, it exists in the form of Mizi. If Mizi saw her shrine where Sua prays twice everyday, would she be proud? Would she praise her? Her hips jerk harder, slicking the fabric even more. God, Mizi is just so pretty, her eyes sparkle like the galaxy is embedded inside her very soul, her skin cries for Sua's touch, her dead hair would liven once again under Sua's careful touch.
"Mizi, Mizi, Mizi, Mizi—" Sua chokes on air, hiccuping, shoving her sweat slick bangs off her face and humping faster, oh god, she wants to tie Mizi up and eat her, she wants to be tied up and eaten. Their bodies should merge into one single blob of meat where every breath is shared between their mismatched lungs; Mizi’s rotting ones and Sua’s clean ones in a perfect blend of black and pink. Every time they lock eyes during fan events or shows, Sua can hear their souls aching and screaming to join with one another in perfect harmony. Sua presses a hand on Mizi's throat, panting and drooling. It's so upsetting and such a shame that Mizi is too oblivious to hear the screams of her very own heart.
They're soulmates separated by thousands of miles. But it's okay. No matter how far away Mizi goes, Sua will always chase her. Sua's hips stutter and she leans down to kiss Mizi, chapped lips intertwined and tongues licking and—
She coughs and spits and chokes and wipes her mouth. Ah. Sua stares down guiltily at her beautiful drool stained body pillow and wipes Mizi's mouth with her fingers, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to spit all over on you." She leans down to press another soft kiss into the worn fabric, eyes wet.
If only Mizi was really here, then Sua wouldn't be choking on cotton. She wouldn't be licking wet fabric. She wants the real thing, Mizi's soft skin, her beautifully ruined hair, her perfect lips, her glassy dead eyes. Everything of hers is Sua's. Sua is the only one who deserves to touch Mizi. Only her. She's the only one who truly understands Mizi, the only one who knows her inside and out, the only one who can handle her. Nobody else even lights a candle to Sua. Nobody. Not a single soul in the world has what it takes to be Mizi's other half. And definitely not a single man.
She collapses onto her side and wraps her arms around Mizi, clutching her closer, breathing in the scent of her own drool embedded into the fabric. Her lips twist into a soft smile, greasy hair falling back and sticking to her sweaty forehead. Mizi's next concert is in 703 hours. VIP backstage tickets. She sold her neighbours motorcycle for them. Finally, she’s going to meet Mizi for the fifth time. That means it’ll be a special anniversary for them. Her hands tremble, fingers shaking and twitching as she presses Mizi even closer. Sua presses a soft kiss to Mizi, squeezing her soft body. She's going to finally see Mizi face-to-face again after so long. It's been 14 hours since she got her arm signed. The tattoo barely even hurts compared to the throbbing pain of love in her heart. Sua kisses Mizi and wonders, how would she react to the new tattoo? Would she be happy? Would she finally realise that they're meant to be? Oh, Sua really can't wait for the next concert.
There's no need to shower. Sua can't bare to wash away the evidence of gods touch and scent on her skin. If she did that, she wouldn't deserve to live. Unfortunately, she'll have to wash her arm in order to keep the tattoo clean but she'd rather show Mizi a clean, pretty, healed tattoo than some infected pus filled tattoo. Poor Mizi probably already deals with gross men showing off their ugly faces. Sua will only show her the best of the best of herself.
She only has to wait 703 hours. Mizi is probably already thinking about her too! Sua peppers Mizi's face with more kisses, body aching with pure love. Only 703 hours.
