#but she told me to go see it without her and that she would feel worse if she made me miss it so she was very selfless

[zozosrozo]

Choi Su-bong/Thanos (Squid Game) x fem! reader HCS

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN!!!!!

also first ever post?! it’s a little short, but hope ya enjoy!!

SFW:

��� he ADORES physical touch

• touching u at every chance he gets, like even simple hand holding, leaning against u

• HE LOVES IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES FROM U!!

• casually grabs u by ur ass in public, or give u a lil slap. when u confront him about it, he acts like he dont know what are u talking about, then giggle

• using ur breast like fidget toy, when he’s stressed

• squeezing it, when he feels like it

• shoving his head between ur boobs, bro can stay like that for a good 10 minutes until he calms down

• if u ask him if he would still love u as a worm, he would tell u that he’s not a zoophile

• pet names!! baby, babe, princess are his favs!

• he’s not so good with commitment and stuff like that, would prefer an open relationship (one sided tho, he's so possesive of u)

• have huge jealousy issues when it comes to u

• a male species near u??? he goes into rage mode, getting aggressively touchy to claim u! show everyone that u are his!!

• would apologise to u with rap songs

“Y/N” he screamed outside your house. throwing rocks at the window to wake u up.

“what the fuck…” u muttered to yourself, as u walked over to the window to check what this idiot come up with this time.

as soon as he saw your face, he screamed again, his hands clutching onto his chest “SEÑORITA!!! I WANT TO APOLOGISE TO U!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! U DO REALISE THAT ITS 3 AM RIGHT NOW???” u screamed back at him, slightly leaning forward through window.

“I LOVE U!!!!!” he get on his knees.

“ARE U HIGH?????” u asked, clearly pissed at his presence.

“HI!!!!!” he said as he waved his hands to u, enthusiastically with a goofy grin.

even after this response, u can’t tell if he’s high. that’s pretty much how he’s acting regardless if he’s on drugs or not.

he turn on boombox, a cliche beat hit your ears. he stands up and cleared his throat.

“Yo, I messed up, I admit it, I’m a clown,

Flirting like a fool when you weren’t around.

But I swear, it was harmless, just a slip of the tongue,

Now I’m here confessing where I went wrong.

I told her, "Hey, nice shoes," and that’s all I meant,

But now I’m in the doghouse, paying the rent.

Baby, you’re the star, the queen of my heart,

And that other conversation? A throwaway part.

She laughed at my joke, yeah, I felt kinda cool,

But now I see, I was the class clown fool.

I’d never trade you for some silly chat,

You’re the boss, the CEO, I’m just the doormat.

I’ll buy you flowers, write your name in the sky,

Sing off-key if it’ll dry your eyes.

I’ll even quit drugs if you need me to,

Just don’t leave me hangin’, I’m a mess without you.

So baby, I’m here, on my knees with this beat,

Admitting my crimes, can’t handle defeat.

Let’s laugh this off, put it in the past,

‘Cause you and me, girl, we’re built to last.”

he end up the song showing a small heart formed with his thumb and index finger.

u sighed “all right, come inside”

“YAYY!!!” he did a happy jump and clapped his feet in midair.

• tbh he’s so silly

• steals flowers from a random garden for u

• night visits, but uses a window instead of a door to enter ur place, literally like some kind of teenager

• even if u gave him the keys to ur apartment, he will use the window no matter what

it was dark outside, about 11 pm. u were coming back from work. damn how exhausted u felt. some arguments with clients, boss yelling at u. it was not ur best day for sure.

u checked ur phone. still no text from Thanos. why he was ghosting u? probably he don’t want to deal with ur complains about how bad ur day went.

u opened the apartment door. u don't give a damn about anything. you plan to go to bed right away, you don't have the strength to change your clothes, wash yourself or eat something.

you threw everything aside and went to the bedroom. when you turn on the light in the room, you see your boyfriend lying on his side, resting his head on his hand, rose in his teeth.

“U WANT TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK???” u flinched. u can’t get used to Thanos randomly spawning in ur house.

“and i missed u too, princess” he grinned, standing up and then theatrically hand over the rose to u.

“i brought ur fav burgers and lotta beer” he said, pointing out at ur kitchen.

“thanks” u smiled softly at him. u can’t help but melt inside at his behaviour. he’a an asshole, but what a cute asshole.

“no problem, babe” he leaned to u, giving u a tight hug. burying his face in the crook of ur neck.

• avoids deep emotional conversation

• would tell that he loves u, but he don’t put much weight into that

• he’s saying it casually like it’s common sense that he loves u

• painting each others nails!!!!

NSFW:

• pansexual king, but he wouldn’t label himself

• he don’t care about gender, he fucks who he consider as cute and that’s it!!

• when u ride him, he would comment something like: WROOM WROOM!! or YEEHAW!!!

• A TOTAL FREAK….

• piss kink (y’all can’t prove me wrong)

• HE LIKES IT DIRTY!!!!

• public sex

• like fingering u in a club or on a party, sometimes anal when he's high

• claiming u like that in front of other people?? IT TURNS HIM ON SO BADD

• never a sub, it would hurt his ego

• bro don’t know what gentle sex is

• always rough and aggressive

• smokes weed/cigarettes during sex, blowing smoke in your face

• talking about himself in third person "yeah, babe. the great Thanos will make u feel so good”

“u like that slut? u like Thanos’s dick that much??”

• he’s not into after care. usually he just rolls down on bed, doesn't even bother putting on clothes, hug u tightly and fall asleep like that

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I want to give insight as someone who grew up in Via's position and i will say that i will only be speaking for myself, if anyone else grew up in Via's position but feel differently you are also valid.

The situation is complicated, OP brings up a lot of points that are accurate, Via being 17 and also not being an innocent child in terms of not knowing the situation.

here is where I counter a few points as far as Via supposedly being in the wrong and i want to stress this is no hate to OP because if you went in this without knowing how things are from Via's perspective you'd assume she was being unfair.

Via all her life has only known her father being her emotional support, she trusts him and loves him undoubtedly more so than her mother and as we see in pictures and in the show, Stolas has always been there for her and was a far better father to Via than Paimon was to Stolas.

Stolas's desire to protect Via falls in line with Goofy's protectiveness and love for Max from the Goofy Movies

I use Goofy as an example because both are undoubtedly loving parents, but both are also very flawed parents, Goofy smothers Max while Stolas wants to protect Via so much from having her world view of her mother and her life being not what she thinks it was that it backfired.

Because Stolas wasn't able to tell Via the truth, Via has grown up with this idea her parents loved each other and that the reason Stella has become what she is now is due to Stolas cheating.

remember Via does not know the abuse her mother inflicted on her father from before the cheating and divorce.

so, from Via's POV she's seeing her mother turn into a hateful person because her husband betrayed her trust and their marriage

not helped was that Via always had a fear of losing her father (side note i think Via has prophetic visions because her song in Sinsmas describes what she said she saw in her nightmare as a child from S1 ep2)

this fear that she had grew until now after Stolas was banished, which she didn't know about, in her view point her dad left her for Blitz (as her song showed, Via sees Blitz as her replacement as his shadow covers her position in a family portrait)

these are fears that kids have with losing their parents either because their dad or mom found a new spouse and had a new kid, etc. Via's fears come from a real place

not helped was her finding Stolas's medication and with all the above mentioned, and her finding the pills, Via now thinks Stolas never cared about her that he used the medication to go through the motions and everything was a lie

this is partially the fault of Stella as she kept Via from contacting Stolas and vice versa for 1 month, had Stolas been able to get a hold of her the day after the trial (which he did) or had been able to see her within a week, that would have been a window for him to get to Via and explain everything so she understands his banishment and he could even have finally opened up about everything, but it didn't happen and Via was left in an environment of two toxic people while her own emotions were left without a means of processing everything which turned to sorrow, bitterness, and eventually anger.

All of these are emotions i went through when my parents divorced, though thankfully I was under my father's custody he had better luck than Stolas did because he at least was able to tell me his side of the story and even then only told me after i turned 18 because much like Stolas he didn't want me to grow up resenting my mom, turning against her, or having me fall apart, as much as i wanted to know why they divorced, but i do know that during this time when they were divorcing i felt Via's anger and sadness because it felt like my life was breaking and it did affect me as a kid because i took my anger out in different ways.

Via may be 17, but her anger is very understandable, but like stolas she is a victim of stella's abuse because thanks to Stella's evil and cruelty, it prevented Stolas from ever telling Via how much of a monster her mother is and because it was difficult for Stolas to say this to Via, she only thought her mom became this person because of Stolas.

Some people think there was an easy answer to this, but the truth is like i said before this is a VERY complicated situation because abuse does not leave victims with many options.

Stella's abuse of Stolas broke him but he did the best he could to protect Via, but at the time prior to Sinsmas it was difficult for him to tell Via the truth because doing so would have still broken Via, the woman who is her mother who she thinks is probably someone who loved her being a monster? it would have been difficult for Via to process everything and Stolas didn't want that for her.

In the end Abuse hurts EVERYONE and Abusers only destroy, and, in this case, Stella caused the issues that lead to Via and Stolas's relationship breaking and now Via feels betrayed by her father and has essentially shut herself off from him, maybe even Stella too.

the show now has a narrative stake on the line as Stolas is going to have to fight now to try and make amends with Via and help her reopen up to him.

this is something too that happened to with my sister and our dad, because when our parents divorced, much like how Stella kept Via away from stolas our mom did the same with my sister only in a more cruel fashion because she lied to my sister about our dad, i won't say what she told her that's too private for me to want to share, but it was enough to make my sister afraid of him and because of that i had to grow up without my sister being in my life most of the time, only regulated to when my mom wanted me to visit where she lived

so, if I'm guessing correctly HB is going to do the same, Via is in a vulnerable position and if Stella can get her claws into her, she might turn Via more against Stolas.

but I'm hoping much like how my sister learned that she was lied to Via will see the lies her mom might tell her and realize the truth and let herself be open enough for Stolas to reach her and he can finally tell her everything.

to end this I'll just say that once more the situation is complicated and Via is not being a brat or is in the wrong, most people would only see her as being in the wrong because we have an omnipotent view of the show, we know what has happened to Stolas and we know things Via doesn't, without the info we know, Via only sees her life breaking apart and it's because her father chose someone else over his wife and daughter and she thinks he used medication to go through the motions and that he basically put on a mask the entire time.

and after he broke his promise beforehand in seeing stars, this was just the straw that broke the camel's back for her and she was too angry, sad, and scared to open up and let Stolas explain.

all of which is understandable, and you can't hold anything against Via

So I want to address something.

Octavia: “You had a choice and you chose him.”

I am of two minds: she’s 17. She’s going through a traumatic situation. She’s emotionally stunted because of the way she was raised.

She also told Stolas, to his face, in front of Blitz, that he should have let Blitz be executed.

I don’t hate her for this. Not at all. Teenagers are notoriously self-absorbed and you add some privilege/entitlement to that, a dash of trauma, and you get the inevitable consequences.

And also

She’s not an innocent little girl who’s done nothing wrong ever. She’s 17. She knows what she’s saying.

She said, to Stolas’ face, in front of Blitz and co., that he should have let Blitz die.

She’s speaking from a place of hurt and betrayal.

She’s also in the wrong for that. And I hope with time and perspective, with some maturity to understand that her father is flawed and traumatized and doing his best between a rock and a hard place, she will apologize for that.

[thisisntmyrightera]

Together - CHO HYUN-JU x Fem Reader Part 3

Summary: Reader is scammed and abandoned by her boyfriend, leaving her alone in South Korea to her fate, so in desperate search of a solution to return to her home country she decides to join the squid games to get money, within the game she meets a couple of people who become her friends and could possibly be something more.

Warning: Violence, homophobia mention of attempted rape and sexist language

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The lights had barely gone out when Y/N had fallen asleep using one of her arms as a pillow and even though I was lying on my side, the space she used was still tiny, I could cover her with my arms and make her disappear without any problem.

The strands of her hair fell carefully and perfectly arranged around her head, some on her face where her long eyelashes adorned her cheeks, it was so strange to see and even more difficult to understand.

Previously, before I began with my identity recognition, my appearance attracted too many girls, many of them interested in my position and the economic benefits that this could bring to their lives, but I never felt attracted to them, they were all the same and empty.

But then why did I feel like this now? She could be my little sister, the fragile and sweet girl that I could take care of but my heart didn't feel that way, my stomach turned when she took my hand with fear, taking care that the bond didn't break so she wouldn't get lost from my side, my heart beat a thousand times faster when her eyes narrowed every time she smiled, my head spun every time she told me those words of encouragement making me see that I never made a mistake and that being who I am is no problem, she was the reason now for wanting to get out of this game and it didn't matter if I won the money or not, she was the best thing I had ever won.

Aren't you sleepy?…- she whispered making me jump slightly but I remained silent looking at her - don't pretend you're asleep… I can feel your gaze I'm sorry, I'm not sleepy yet..- I smiled at nothing feeling embarrassed for being discovered You should rest, tomorrow we will need strength to continue playing - her eyes barely opened illuminated with the warm light of the piggy bank - what are you thinking so much about? Thinking? What do you mean? - I looked at her curiously trying to pretend that everything was fine If you can't sleep, it's because your head is busy, what's wrong? - Damn, how did she know me so well? Just 3 days were enough for her to read me like the palm of her hand I was thinking… that… that this would be the last game we could play and then we would vote to withdraw from the competition - I smiled barely arranging a lock of her hair that covered her eyes I see, I was thinking the same thing, I don't want to be here anymore, when I get out I'll look for a job, no matter how bad the pay is, I just want to get out and go home - she sighed tiredly

If you don't mind telling me, now I would like to know why you decided to come to these games, what's your story?

Well… -she sighed deeply biting the inside of her lip a little and with another sigh she looked at me again- a year ago I met a guy online, he fell in love with me and he promised me that we would have a long and happy relationship, we went out for a couple of months just through messages and calls and one day he proposed to come to Korea to meet him and if everything went well I would stay with him to live and we would start a family, so… I quit my job and bought a ticket to come here… I met him and everything was going well but a couple of months later he… took all my money and disappeared, he barely paid the last month's rent and luckily they didn't throw me out but… -her gaze lowered sadly feeling ashamed- it was a stupid thing, I should never have trusted someone I didn't know

Men are disgusting… well.. you.. you understand - she laughed a little wiping her wet eyes - then you need the money for?..

To go back home, buy a plane ticket and go back to my country, I'm not welcome here and people have let me know in many possible ways, I just want to go with my family and start over what I left behind

Oh… - my heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces, a part of me thought that by leaving this game she and I could get to know each other a little more, but she just wanted to run away from here, like I wanted and never hear from anyone else again - then… you'll leave

Yes I think so, but don't worry, once we get out we'll continue being friends and when I have a job I'll pay for all the necessary trips to visit you in Thailand - her eyes narrowed with the smile that formed on her lips, it was so comforting but at the same time so painful to hear that.

I didn't understand why it hurt, I had never felt that feeling of pain and abandonment in that sense, the sense of being in love with her.

Is something wrong? - Her small hand slowly touched my cheek making me focus my attention back on her just shaking my head smiling a little

Everything is fine, it's just that… I will miss my best friend as long as she doesn't come to visit me… - I lied and lied again when I told her I was sleepy and we had to sleep, I spent the night awake, watching her sleep once sleep overcame her again

The next morning, at the sound of the loudspeaker, everyone got up, as if so many hours had passed without even feeling the passage of time.

She barely woke up and jumped out of bed as if she had regained all the energy she had lost in the previous days, put on her shoes and almost ran down to greet Jun-Hee and ask her if she had slept well and if her baby had moved during the night. Y/N had barely found out that 222 was pregnant she kept asking her questions, excitedly showing that she couldn't wait for her turn.

Her authentic happiness made me feel much worse, it made me feel selfish, I wanted her for myself but I couldn't give her anything she wanted, I wouldn't give her the happy life, nor the family she dreamed of, it was a martyrdom and I only thought that I had made the worst decision to be the way I am now.

That is your punishment - the shaman laughed leaning on the bedposts - for following the wrong path that the gods wrote for you, now you will suffer, you love her but you will not have her

I don't know what you are talking about ma'am - I looked at her closing my sweater and arranging my hair with my fingers

Oh no? We are not stupid, we all know what you think when you look at her, how much you want to kiss her and show her that you love her but you don't, because you know that she doesn't like people like you, she only talks to you out of pity and she will never like you - the woman laughed, knowing that she had broken the last thing that was left in a piece inside me, she knew my secret and could use it against me to make me weak at any moment

Shut your mouth you damn bitch, you only know how to say shit, why don't you pray to the gods to give you a new brain uh? Get out of here - Geum-Ja confronted her pushing her away with her hands making the shaman go away laughing while I sat on the steps with my insides destroyed - girl, don't listen to her, that woman attacks where she knows she will truly destroy, don't give her that pleasure

She's right… - I looked at her sadly while she sat next to me brushing my hair with her fingers

Is she right? About we all know you have feelings for that girl? Of course she's right, but she'll never be right in stating what she feels or doesn't feel for you and we won't know until she tells you, maybe she sees you as an older sister or maybe as her best friend… -she smiled at me taking my hand- or maybe, deep inside, where no one knows her secrets, she feels for you the same as you do for her and it doesn't matter if you think you're not enough for her, when you're the right person for someone, all dreams come true

Do you believe in that? - I looked at her again feeling my lungs fill with air once again with her loving motherly smile

Of course, it doesn't matter what you were before or what you are now or if you are both girls, if love is sincere then love can do everything and I know you will fight to save yourself but especially her and I promise you that once we leave you two will go to my house and we will eat the best kimchi you have ever tasted, do you understand? - She laughed patting my back making me smile

''Players, it's time for a new game, please line up and leave in order following the masked soldiers''

Hyun-Ju, let's go - Y/N called me making me look at her quickly while she smiled

Go with her, I'll go with my son - Geum-Ja patted me again standing up as we both went down

Don't leave my side okay? - I looked at her as she nodded smiling and stood in front of me in the line of players

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The instructions had been clear and one thing was clear to me, I should not separate myself from Y/N at any time, she would be my priority in this game and no matter how many players there were, she would be the one who would always be by my side.

The platform spun to that traumatizing childhood song, everyone silently looking at each other

''10'' - The speaker spoke making us freeze

There are 4 of us, we need 6 more - Yong-Sik shouted desperately pulling his hair

Y/N! Here, there are 5 of us - Dae-Ho shouted pulling Y/N's arm making her look at him

There are 4 of us - I pulled her other arm bringing her back to me looking at him annoyed - Run to a room I'll look for one more

No Hyun-Ju I won't leave, let's go together - Y/N looked at me scared shaking her head

Don't worry, run! - I took her hand giving it to Dae-Ho making him pull her while I screamed looking for person 10 taking whoever the first person I saw was pulling her into the room

''10..9..8..7.''.- the speaker spoke making me nervous when I was able to enter the room and close the door almost fainting without oxygen in my lungs and the countdown reached zero we all looked at each other, the shots could be heard leaving us stunned as we caught our breath

Everyone is alive thanks to me! - the shaman shouted looking at us one by one - ah… I see why I'm here, to save your little friend's life - she laughed pointing at me

Don't start you damn crazy - Geum-Ja looked at her annoyed

As soon as the lock was removed and the door opened, everything was a bloodbath, we all walked in fear looking around confused when I felt a warm hand take mine.

You said we wouldn't separate… don't do that again - Y/N looked at me with her wet eyes

I'm sorry..- I smiled barely squeezing her hand walking slowly together so as not to slip with the blood on the floor

Again the song began to play and the platform turned again, this time with fewer players on it

''4'' - the speaker rang as soon as the song stopped making us look at each other

Run! Run now - I squeezed her hand pulling her as Geum-Ja and Yong-Sik followed us into the room and I closed the door leaning my back against it so no one could open it

This is so tiring… it's torture - Yong-Sik sat on the floor with his head in his hands desperate

Are you okay? - I looked at Y/N who was breathing heavily looking at the floor

Yes.. - she barely answered catching her breath

Again the lock opened letting us out, there was more blood and fewer people, the floor was sticky making our steps difficult until we reached the platform, once again the game began, the lights came on and the song played loudly

''3'' - the speaker announced making us look at each other again

What do we do? - Y/N looked at me scared

Come with me, we're doing in pairs and we'll look for someone - I grabbed her hand tightly, running screaming looking for someone, being pushed by Yong-Sik into the room

What are you doing here? Where's your mother? - I looked at him scared as he caught his breath

What?…what are you talking about? - he looked at me adjusting his misplaced glasses

The teams are 3 Yong-Sik, where did you leave your mother? - Y/N looked at him screaming upset

What? I understood 4, damn it - Yong-Sik tried to leave stumbling and throwing his glasses on the floor

This time Y/N let go of my hand and left quickly, grabbing Geum-Ja by the clothes skillfully by the back pulling her into the room with such force making her almost fall when she hit the wall and then she takes the door and closing it, now she was outside

No…Y/N NO, COME IN! - she looked at me through the gap in the door, her bright eyes looked at mine for the last time and then she ran - no, please no - the sound of the lock on the door rang and no matter how hard I pulled on it, it was impossible to open it

'' 10..9..8..7 ''

NO, NOT LIKE THIS, NOT HER - I looked at Geum-Ja pulling on my hair, my knees became weak making me fall on the floor as my tears fell

''6…5…4…3''

PLEASE DON'T KILL HER, DON'T SEPARATE HER FROM ME!..

''2…1…''

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Can you guess what would happen in the next episode? Can you guess who have a crush with Y/N? Let me read you! :3

Thanks for reading, I'll be back soon!

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[s4kura-tr3]

Could you write jjk men (Nanami, Gojo and Geto) w/a masked fem!reader?

She got big scars around her face due to an accident from childhood and haven’t showed her face ever since..

how would the men react if the somehow saw her face for the first time? (You can choose how)

Satoru Gojo — It was late at night, the two of you lounging comfortably in the living room after a long day. Gojo’s infinity was off, and his blindfold hung loosely around his neck. You were in your favorite hoodie, but your usual bandage was missing, your scar unexpectedly exposed.

Gojo had come back into the room with a snack in hand, but the moment his eyes landed on your face, he froze. His vibrant blue eyes widened slightly, taking in the mark you had always hidden. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, and you could feel your stomach tighten with anxiety.

“Gojo…” you started nervously, your hands instinctively going up to cover your face, but he was faster.

In an instant, he was crouched in front of you, his hands gently but firmly cupping your cheeks to stop you from hiding.

“So… this is the scar you’ve been hiding from me?” he said softly, his gaze never leaving yours.

You nodded, feeling small under the weight of his attention. “Yeah… I know it’s not—”

“Beautiful,” he interrupted, a small, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. “It’s beautiful.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m Gojo Satoru. I always tell the truth,” he teased lightly, his tone gentle. “And besides, this scar is part of you. And I happen to be head over heels for all of you.”

His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, his expression uncharacteristically serious for a moment. “You don’t have to hide anything from me. Ever. Got it?”

You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you managed a small laugh. “Got it.”

His grin returned, bright and mischievous as ever. “Good. Now, can I say something cheesy without you laughing at me?”

“Depends,” you said, smiling despite yourself.

He leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours. “I think scars are kind of badass. And yours makes you even more perfect to me.”

This time, you couldn’t hold back your laugh. But it wasn’t because of him—it was because, somehow, he always knew just what to say to make you feel loved.

Suguru Geto — The quiet hum of the rain outside filled the room as you sat cross-legged on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through a book. Geto sat nearby, his long hair loosely tied back, sipping tea as he enjoyed the serene moment with you.

You hadn’t realized it at first, but in your haste to get comfortable, you had forgotten to rewrap the bandage around your eyes after your shower. The scar—hidden for so long—was now exposed.

“Hey,” Geto’s smooth voice called softly, pulling you from your thoughts.

You looked up to find his dark eyes fixed on you, his expression unreadable but calm. It only took a second for you to realize what he was staring at. Your breath caught in your throat as your hand instinctively flew up to cover the scar.

“Wait,” he said gently, setting his tea down as he shifted closer. His voice held no judgment, only a quiet curiosity. “Don’t hide it.”

“I just…” You hesitated, lowering your gaze. “I didn’t mean for you to see it.”

“Why not?” His tone was soft but firm, the question laced with genuine concern.

You shook your head, unable to meet his gaze. “It’s… ugly. I didn’t want you to think differently of me.”

There was a pause, and then you felt his hand wrap around yours, gently pulling it away from your face. You finally looked up, and the tenderness in his expression nearly undid you.

“Ugly?” he repeated, almost incredulously, as his thumb lightly brushed over the scar. “Who told you that nonsense?”

You swallowed hard. “It’s just… how I’ve always felt about it.”

He let out a soft sigh, his lips curling into a faint, affectionate smile. “You’ve been hiding this from me the whole time?”

You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. “I was scared you’d see it and…”

“And what? Stop loving you?” His voice was warm, almost teasing, but there was a seriousness in his gaze. He leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against yours. “That’s not going to happen. Ever.”

You blinked back tears as his hand moved to cradle your face. “Scars tell stories,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “And yours is part of what makes you who you are. How could I ever see that as anything but beautiful?”

A small, shaky laugh escaped you. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s a talent of mine.” Then his expression softened even more. “You don’t have to hide from me, ever. You’re safe with me. Always.”

In that moment, as he pulled you into a gentle hug, you realized he wasn’t just saying the words—he meant them with every fiber of his being.

Nanami kento — You had fallen asleep on the couch after a long day. Nanami had stayed up late working in the study but eventually made his way to the living room. When he saw you, sprawled out and peaceful, his lips curved into a faint smile.

He moved closer to drape a blanket over you, but as he leaned down, his sharp eyes caught something he hadn’t seen before. The bandage you always wore around your eyes had slipped off in your sleep, revealing the scar hidden beneath.

Nanami paused, his breath catching slightly as he took in the sight. He crouched beside you, his expression unreadable as his fingers lightly brushed the edge of the fallen bandage on the couch.

The gentle shift of his weight must have stirred you, because you blinked awake, squinting up at him.

“Kento?” you mumbled groggily, sitting up and instinctively touching your face. When you felt the absence of the bandage, your eyes widened in panic. “Oh no…”

You immediately turned your head away, trying to cover the scar with your hand. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you muttered, your voice shaky.

Nanami didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he reached out, his hand firm but gentle as he took hold of yours and pulled it away from your face.

“Why do you hide this?” he asked softly, his gaze meeting yours.

You bit your lip, tears pricking your eyes. “Because it’s… hideous. I didn’t want you to see it and think less of me.”

Nanami’s brows furrowed deeply, not in anger but in something closer to frustration—frustration that you’d ever feel the need to hide. “Do you really believe I would think that?” His voice was steady, but there was a rare edge of emotion in it.

“I didn’t know how you’d react,” you admitted quietly.

He sighed, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as his other hand cupped your cheek. “You should know me better than that by now,” he said gently. His thumb hovered just above the scar, his touch careful, almost reverent.

“This doesn’t change how I see you,” he continued. “If anything, it makes me admire you even more. You’ve carried this quietly, and I’m sorry you felt like you had to.”

Your chest tightened, tears spilling over before you could stop them. “I was just scared.”

Nanami leaned in, pressing his forehead lightly against yours. “You don’t need to be. Not with me. I love all of you—the parts you show and the parts you hide. Don’t forget that.”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your tears. “You’re too perfect, you know that?”

He gave a small, rare smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m not perfect. But I’ll always make sure you know how much you mean to me.”

In that moment, with his arms wrapped securely around you, you knew he meant every word.

Toji fushiguro — The late-night silence in your apartment was broken only by the clinking of weights as Toji worked out in the corner. You were in the bathroom, carefully rewrapping the bandage around your eyes, as you always did. But tonight, you were tired, your hands unsteady.

The scar you’d hidden for so long was exposed, and you didn’t notice when Toji appeared in the doorway, a towel slung over his shoulder.

“Forgot to cover up, huh?” his deep voice rumbled, startling you.

You spun around, your heart racing as you instinctively raised your hand to cover your face. “Toji! I—it’s nothing, just—”

“Cut it out,” he interrupted, his tone casual but firm as he stepped closer. “Let me see.”

You hesitated, torn between trust and fear. “Toji, it’s… ugly. You don’t want to see this.”

He smirked, leaning against the doorframe, his sharp green eyes narrowing slightly. “Ugly, huh? Lemme be the judge of that.”

Before you could protest, he reached out, his calloused hand gently grabbing your wrist to pull your hand away. His gaze flicked to the scar, studying it with an unreadable expression. For a moment, the silence felt heavy, and you braced yourself for his reaction.

“…That’s it?” he said finally, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean, that’s it?”

He let out a low chuckle, releasing your wrist. “You’ve been hiding this like it’s some big deal. It’s just a scar, babe. What, you think I’d care?”

You felt your cheeks heat, frustration bubbling up. “It’s not just a scar! It’s… it’s a part of my face. People stare, they judge—”

“Yeah, and those people are idiots,” he cut in, his tone blunt but oddly reassuring. He stepped closer, towering over you, his gaze softening just a bit. “Scars mean you’ve been through shit and came out alive. I respect that.”

Your breath hitched, his unexpected sincerity catching you off guard. “You really don’t mind?”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Mind? If anything, it makes you look tougher. Kinda hot, actually.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, a mix of relief and disbelief. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he teased, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, avoiding the scar. His grin faded slightly, replaced by a rare moment of seriousness. “Don’t hide from me, alright? I don’t care what you look like. You’re mine, scars and all.”

You nodded, your heart swelling at his words. “Okay.”

He leaned down, pressing a rough, fleeting kiss to your forehead before stepping back. “Good. Now, quit worrying about stupid shit and come help me pick a movie.”

As he walked off, you couldn’t help but smile, feeling lighter than you had in years. Toji’s way with words might not be elegant, but his unflinching loyalty made you feel more loved than ever.

Sukuna ryomen — The lavish chambers of Ryomen Sukuna’s palace were bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight. You sat nervously on a silk cushion near the corner of the room, fingers trembling as you fumbled with the bandage covering the scar on your cheek. It was your first night as his concubine, a position that brought both honor and fear.

You hadn’t even heard him enter the room, his movements silent as a predator’s.

“Why are you hiding your face?” Sukuna’s voice rumbled behind you, low and commanding.

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest. Turning your head slightly, you saw him standing a few paces away, his four arms crossed and his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“I… it’s nothing, my lord,” you stammered, your hands moving instinctively to adjust the bandage.

In two strides, Sukuna closed the distance between you. He crouched before you, his presence overwhelming as he grabbed your wrist with one of his hands, stopping you mid-motion.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his tone sharp but not cruel. “Show me.”

“My lord, it���s not something you wish to see,” you protested, your voice trembling. “It’s… unsightly.”

His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to silence any further objection. With another hand, he reached up and pulled the bandage away, revealing the scar you had hidden for years.

Sukuna’s gaze lingered on the mark, his expression unreadable as he studied it. You held your breath, bracing yourself for ridicule or disgust.

But when he finally spoke, his voice was calm and tinged with amusement. “You think this is worth hiding?”

You blinked, startled. “It’s… ugly,” you murmured, lowering your gaze.

Sukuna chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Ugly? Foolish woman.” He tilted your chin upward with one of his hands, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze. “This scar tells me more about you than words ever could. It’s a mark of survival—a sign of strength. Why would I find that displeasing?”

Your eyes widened, his words catching you off guard. “You don’t… mind?”

“Mind?” His lips curled into a wicked grin. “If I cared about appearances alone, you wouldn’t be here. You’ve caught my interest for reasons far beyond your looks, though those aren’t lacking either.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at his blunt words, and Sukuna leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You’ve faced something that left its mark. That’s far more intriguing than someone untouched by hardship.”

He released your chin but didn’t step back, his crimson eyes boring into yours. “Let this be the last time you try to hide anything from me. You’re mine now, scars and all. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Good,” he said, standing to his full height. He tossed the bandage aside and smirked down at you. “If anyone dares to insult you, I’ll make an example of them. You belong to me now, and no one questions what’s mine.”

As he turned to leave, the weight of his words settled over you. Sukuna’s love—or whatever his version of affection was—might be as sharp and merciless as a blade, but in his own way, he had claimed every part of you, even the ones you’d long hidden away.

Megumi fushiguro —The rain pattered softly against the windows of the quiet apartment you and Megumi shared. It was late, and the two of you were relaxing after a long day. He was sitting on the couch, a book in hand, while you were in the bathroom, meticulously reapplying the bandage over the scar on your cheek.

You hadn’t told him about it yet—not because you didn’t trust him, but because the scar was a part of your past you weren’t ready to share. But tonight, your hands slipped, and the sound of the bandage falling to the floor startled you.

“Everything okay in there?” Megumi called from the living room, his voice calm but curious.

“Y-yeah,” you replied quickly, scrambling to pick up the bandage.

But when you stepped out, your face uncovered, Megumi’s sharp eyes immediately noticed. His book lowered slightly as his gaze focused on you, the scar catching his attention.

You froze in the doorway, your instinct to hide kicking in. “I… forgot to put the bandage back on,” you muttered, turning your head away.

“Hey,” he said gently, setting the book down and standing up. He approached you slowly, his expression unreadable but not harsh. “You don’t have to hide it.”

“It’s not something I want you to see,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze. “It’s ugly.”

Megumi frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing his face—not at you, but at the thought of you believing such a thing. “That’s not true,” he said firmly, his voice quiet but resolute.

You glanced up at him, surprised. “It’s a scar, Megumi. People stare. They judge.”

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently tilt your chin so you couldn’t look away. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, but his eyes were steady as they studied the scar.

“People can be stupid,” he said bluntly, his tone carrying a hint of dry humor. “But I’m not ‘people.”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, though it was shaky. “You’re really okay with it?”

He gave you a small, reassuring smile—the kind he didn’t give often, but always meant. “It’s part of you,” he said simply. “And I like you for who you are. Not for some idea of perfection you think you need to be.”

Your heart swelled at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. “Megumi…”

He sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You don’t have to hide anything from me, okay? I mean it.”

You nodded, finally allowing yourself to relax. “Thank you.”

He gave a slight shrug, his typical understated way of brushing off the weight of the moment. “It’s nothing,” he said, though his gaze lingered on you a little longer, his concern evident in the softness of his expression.

As you both settled back into the living room, you couldn’t help but feel a newfound sense of comfort. Megumi’s quiet strength and unwavering acceptance reminded you why you’d fallen for him in the first place.

Yuji itadori — The day had been long, full of missions and meetings, and when you finally returned home, all you wanted was to relax. Yuji was in the kitchen, humming to himself as he worked on preparing dinner. You smiled to yourself, watching him in the doorway for a moment before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

But just as you stepped in front of the mirror, reaching for your bandage to cover your scar, you didn’t realize that the window was slightly ajar—until a gust of wind blew through, knocking the bandage off the counter and sending it tumbling toward the ground. You leaned down to grab it, but as you straightened up, you heard the soft creak of the bathroom door opening.

“Hey, are you—whoa,” Yuji’s voice broke off, followed by the sound of him quickly stepping back.

You froze, your heart sinking. You hadn’t meant for him to see.

“Yuji, don’t—”

But he was already standing there, his gaze fixed on your face, the scar exposed for the first time. He blinked, his mouth slightly open as he processed the sight. You could feel your cheeks heat up, the vulnerability of the moment overwhelming.

“Why… why didn’t you ever tell me?” Yuji asked softly, his voice full of genuine confusion rather than judgment.

You quickly turned away, your fingers trembling as you reached to grab the bandage. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled, desperately trying to regain some semblance of composure. “It’s just a stupid scar. I didn’t want you to see it, okay?”

Yuji took a few steps forward, his footsteps slow and deliberate. “I don’t get it.” He gently stopped you from putting the bandage back on, his hand lightly brushing against yours. “What’s so bad about it?”

You swallowed hard, still avoiding his gaze. “It’s a part of me I’m not proud of,” you admitted quietly. “I didn’t want you to see it because I didn’t think you’d like it. Or me.”

He was silent for a moment, and you almost wished he would say something, anything, to break the tension. But then, when he spoke, his voice was softer than you expected.

“You think I’d stop liking you because of a scar?” Yuji asked, his words almost gentle. “That’s ridiculous.”

You finally looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his eyes. “But it’s not just any scar, Yuji. It’s something I carry with me. A reminder of…” You trailed off, not sure how to explain.

Yuji stepped closer, cupping your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over the scar as if he was trying to understand it. “A reminder of what?” he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

You took a deep breath, fighting back tears. “Of everything I’ve been through. The stuff I wish I could forget.”

His expression softened even further, his grip on your cheek tender as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “You’re still you, scars and all,” he said softly into your ear. “You don’t have to hide anything from me, okay? I’m not going anywhere because of a scar. You’re perfect to me just the way you are.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you let out a shaky breath, finally allowing yourself to relax in his arms. “You really don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” he replied, his voice full of warmth. “Scars tell stories. And yours? It’s part of your story, and that’s important to me.”

You smiled softly, feeling the weight of the secret you’d kept for so long lift from your shoulders. “Thank you, Yuji.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “Now, let’s get something to eat. I’m starving, and I’m pretty sure you need to eat too, with all the emotions and stuff going on.”

You chuckled, wiping away the last of your tears. “You’re right.”

Yuji’s easy smile returned as he led you back to the kitchen. Despite everything, you felt lighter than you had in years. With Yuji, there was no need for hiding anymore.

[ju-nebugg]

moments from trb that make me lose my mind (pt. 2)

- “once your balls drop, that beard’ll come in great. like a fucking rug. you eat soup, it’ll filter out the potatoes. terrier style. do you have hair on your legs? i’ve never noticed.” ronan lynch i love you so much

- ronan panicking and letting the mask slip when gansey was staring down that wasp

- ronan being jealous that gansey was leaving henrietta with adam and saying “do you not want me to come” and gansey responding with “i would take all of you anywhere with me”

- “the sky as blue as death above him” like WHAT

- “i didn’t realize that ‘midget’ was the adam parrish type” ronan your yearning is showing

- gansey’s smile being “complicated” when he notices adam and blue holding hands

- “…blue’s dress had gotten hitched up and gansey could see a long, slender triangle of her thigh. adam’s hand was braced a few inches away on the seat, knuckles pale with his hatred of flying. there was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.” (long quote i know but holy fucking shit)

- obligatory “i’m always straight.” “oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

- gansey doing his little indie film main character scream to god in a field

- gansey pointing at people. so much pointing. what a dork. i love him so much

- also his vocabulary. what a NERD <333333

- ronan pissing all over the state of virginia

- gansey calling blue “the table everyone wants at starbucks”

- “i just fed chainsaw but she’ll need it again.” “this,” gansey replied, “is precisely why i didn’t want to have a baby with you.”

- adam’s immediate thought when holding blue’s hand is to worry about crushing her fingers :(

- ronan forgetting to be “cool or surly” when translating cabeswater’s latin, and apologizing over and over again good lord and gansey only responding with “it’s okay, you’re doing really well”

- the whole “coincidence because it wasn’t” trend

- gansey being SO NERVOUS to ask blue to hang out at the church, and then sounding “fourteen shades brighter” when she accepts

- gansey’s arms being super fucking ripped from rowing and blue Noticing

- “aquamarine is a wonderful color, and i won’t be made to feel bad for wearing it”

- “gansey’s voice, when he replied, was a little rough. ‘well, if you killed adam, i’d be quite upset.’”

- “on the inside, he sort of wished he looked more like the camaro. which was to say, more like adam.”

- gansey planning out his “cunning thing to say to blue when he saw her next”

- ronan walking in on adam and blue flirting and immediately shoving chainsaw in their faces. hm.

- “no matter how hard he tried, he kept becoming a gansey”

- “out of the blue?” “i’d prefer if you didn’t use that expression.”

- BUTTERNUT

- blue being reluctantly attracted to gansey’s glasses

- ronan trying so hard to give adam an excuse not to go home, and then going absolutely apeshit when adam gets hurt

- neeve’s voice sounding like a “computerized voicemail menu” (can you tell i’m in love with maggie’s descriptors)

- “gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year.” oh god

- ronan carrying all of adam’s possessions into monmouth on his back

- gansey saying things like “excelsior” and “yee haw” for no one but himself

- gansey being miserable and blue liking him better that way

- ‘“crushed and broken,” gansey said. “just the way women like ‘em.”’ correct!

- “cabeswater was just as literal as ronan was” HMMMMMMMMM CURIOUS

- ronan writing “remembered” on the red mustang and walking away without a word shut UPPPPPP

- ganseys first question after adam sacrifices himself being “was i so awful?”

- “they didn’t even have the authority to choose an alcoholic beverage. they couldn’t be deciding who deserved to live or die.”

(pt. 1)

as soon as i can stumble my way to a bookstore, dream thieves will be annotated to hell and back. expect more yelling very soon <3

[11luckyst4r]

☆3 MONTHS☆

- you decided to swear off sex for 3 months to prove your friend wrong. How hard can it be, right? You wouldn't ever dream of sleeping with your new roommate, satoru gojo, yet she thinks you can't do it.

content: dirty talk, petnames (sweets, princess etc) ,degradation (slut etc),unprotected sex ,creampie, uhhh what else, reader is kind of a slut.(real shit) smut with sprinkles of a plot. Reader is stubborn (me) idk what else

first fic kinda nervous

You wondered how you ended up in this predicament. You didn't plan on swearing off sex for 3 months. But your best friend joked you'd end up fucking your roommate Satoru Gojo. He wasn't even your type. " Gojo is a cocky know-it all and I wouldn't sleep with him" Your friend cackled " Babes i love you but you tend to think with your dick when you're horny."

You were utterly shocked at that. While 7 did tend to sleep with guys and girls often, you wouldn't sleep with your roommate. Especially Gojo of all people, his friend Geto, though was another thing.

"University is the place for fun, besides I have to have fun now. When I go to med school it's books and studying and I won't have time for fun." You said matter of factly. That's when you made the personal promise to be celibate for 3 months to prove your best friend wrong. What you didn't count on , was how pent up you'd become.

3 weeks in you felt fine, but you noticed gojo staring at your chest all too often. That was after he walked in on you in the bathroom. Without a top on. Shaving your armpits in the sink. You thought that gave him the ick.

4 weeks in you were in denial that you were fine. And you noticed Gojo brushing your arm here and there. Sometimes he'd come up behind you to help you get your favourite mug from the top shelf. You swore that you left it on the bottom shelf.

6 weeks in , your toys became your best friends. " It's just as good as the real thing" You told your best friend while she shook her head. You aslo noticed Gojo walking around shirtless more often too. He was the definition of a sleeper build. And sometimes you'd have to stop yourself staring.

Week 8 you lost feeling in your 4th eye, you couldn't taste in your ear anymore and your eyed could feel colour's.

You lost count around week 9. Now you were beginning to lose it. You couldn't focus in class anymore, your mind would go to the most dirty scenarios regarding some of your fine professors. You also became noticeably irritable.

"fuck" You muttered to yourself, you gave yourself another miserable orgasm. Which was weird since normally you were quite good at it. You left your room to go make yourself some tea. "stupid celibacy pledge." You grumbled to yourself while making tea. Gojo sat on the couch watching some stupid movie with a stupid plot. "You okay, you seem irritated lately?" He asked.

" I'm fine" , you sighed " just stressed out with schoolwork"

"Oh?" You could feel him staring into your back so you turned to face him. His eyes immediately went down.

" You know Gojo this staring at my boobs thing is getting really old"

"I'm not staring" he said while not breaking boob eye contact.

You scoffed and turned your focus back on your tea. You heard his foot steps come up behind you. " You know if you're stressed with schoolwork I could uh... help you with that." You turned to face him. Except you had to look up at him.

" Stop being coy"

He leaned down to whisper in your ear and placed his hand on your waist. You swore your pussy started throbbing." You're looking at me like you're begging me to bend you over the kitchen counter and I'm the only one being coy?"

You so badly wanted him to continue speaking to you like that, but you were stubborn. So you turned your back to him, brushing your ass against his dick unnecessarily. That just egged him on, and he continued whispering downright dirty things in your ear. "See, now I have an idea of what you're like," he whispered while tracing circles on your waist. You tried to distract yourself by stiring your tea. "Oh? You think about me im so touched. " " Touched is what you'll be if you keep grinding your ass on my dick sweets"

You stopped, and his hands dropped lower to your hips. You hadn't even realised what you were doing. You felt yourself getting hotter and wetter. " Anyways, princess there are a long list of things I'd like to do to you". You were getting weak , you were only a girl and you had needs.

"Like what" You replied breathlessly

" You pressed up against the wall, leg on my shoulder and thighs squeezing my head."

He kept his one hand on your hip keeping you steady while the other trailed up to your boob. He began playing with your nipple and you thanked God you didn't wear a bra that day.

You couldn't keep your head on straight anymore and you moaned softly.

"You like that you slut" You could feel him smiling against your neck and you could only moan in response. Gojo began kissing your neck softly while you started grinding against his hardening dick.

"Gojo" You moaned softly

"No, use my name, else I won't touch you," He said playfully. However, you were too horny to be defiant, so you used his name.

"That's my girl"

His hand moved down to your shorts, went under and he started playing with your pussy over your underwear. The sensations were too much, but not enough at the same. You needed proper stimulation. You were getting so wet yet were so deprived.

"Satoru, please touch me properly"

"Where? Be specific, princess. "

You were desperate at this point, and the games weren't fun anymore. "Oh my God, you're not stupid. Put your long ass fingers to good use and finger me."

" Well, if you speak to me like that, you can finger yourself then." That's when you grabbed his hand and shoved it in your underwear. Satoru was shocked he didn't think you'd take control even if it was a tiny bit , but he liked it. His fingers were long, and he knew how to use them. He curled them in all the right spots. "Fuckk," you moaned. " You're a loud one, I wonder what sounds will come out of you when my dicks inside you" You could only grind against his fingers in response. His free hand roamed over your body. He played with your boob and squeezed your thighs all the while he nibbled your neck. You could feel how hard he was against your ass . You took his hand out of your shorts and turned around, pushing him towards the couch. Satoru only smirked in response. " Wowww you like taking control, huh? " He laid back against the couch. " Well, yeah, since you seem to be going to slow. Take off your pants." You first removed your shorts, shirt and then climbed into his lap after he took off his sweats. "Seriously blue, the same colour as your eyes?" You muttered while climbing into his lap. You didn't give him a chance to respond because he started kissing him and grinding on him. This time, you made him moan. You placed his hands on your hips and then held his face. "You know Satoru you're gonna need to be more dominant if i decide to fuck you again" You whispered into his ear. You heard him mutter shut up before grabbing your face to make out with you. You didn't expect him to be such a sloppy kisser. But he was. You tangled your hands in his hair while moaning into the kiss. You felt his hand squeeze your ass then move to your hips. You silently thanked God once again that you wore your cute lacy thong instead of grandma panties. Then you silently cursed when you felt him rip them off. " You ass those were my favourites." You wanted me to be more dominant." he smiled while moving you under him. He took off his own underwear and stroked himself. You looked at his dick. He was long like his fingers.

You wished that you were about to have your world rocked, and boy, that wish come true. Judging a book by its cover you assumed Satoru Gojo didn't know how to fuck. You thought he'd be a lot like those guys who said they knew how to please a woman but learned everything they knew from porn stars and their clueless guy friends. You were wrong. Satoru gojo knew how to fuck.

He had your legs over his hips and pinned your hands above your head. He left bruising kisses all over your chest and neck. He paid careful attention to your boobs, sucking each nipple with care. And his thrust? His stamina was insane for such a skinny guy. You were sure the neighbours would know his name from how loud you were moaning his name. "Ahhh, right there, yes there." You moaned. " Fuck you feel so fucking good." " Fuckk I swear this pussy was made for me you're such a good slut" He babbled on and on. You felt that familiar feeling building up inside. And he felt it too with how your walls began to clench him. " Cum for me , cum on my dick like a good slut" he moaned. He left more bruising kisses on your tits before shoving his tongue in your mouth once more. His hand trailed down to your clit where he rubbed circles on them. That sent you over the edge. You felt your walls clench down and moaned so loudly it was closer to a scream. Satoru began thrusting faster, chasing his own high. "Where must I cum?" He asked " Inside" and that made him finish. He kissed you once again. "Well, we'll have to do that again" he said while moving to sit up on the couch. " So much for 3 months of celibacy ." you said aloud. He looked at you utterly confused. You sat up quickly. " You know, gojo, I thought I gave you the ick when you walked in on me shaving my armpit hair." He cocked his head and looked at you, "why the fuck would i be paying attention to your hair armpits when your boobs were right there" You laughed and swatted at him. Maybe living with him wouldn't be so bad.

a/n That took so fucking long. Endings kinda rushed. I'm sorry. I'm so tired. Idk how to end these appropriately anyways FIRST FIC DONE WOOHOO 🎉🎊 uhm please don't steal or copy thanks MWAH MWAH HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY SNOOKUMS.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

New You Gym - 18

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Kylee laid back in her car seat, enjoying the post-orgasm haze as Emily drove her van ever closer to home. Kylee hoped to God that Michael would still be out running errands when they got there.

Kylee quickly realized that her wish wouldn't be granted as she felt the car slow and turn into her familiar driveway. Parked right next to Emily's van was Michael's car. Her husband was home, and she wasn't going to be able to hide her diapered state. Kylee started to panic.

"Emily! You can't bring me home dressed like this! Michael is going to find out about my arrangement with Nanny, and my life will be ruined!" Kylee pleaded. "Can't you take me back to your place to change into some more adult clothes and then drop me off?"

Emily looked at the anxiety filled face of the diapered, grown woman strapped into the car seat in the back of her van and smiled to herself mischievously.

"Now, Kylee, do you think I would let you into my van with big girl panties on? How many times have you wet your pants over the last three days?" Emily turned back in her seat to ask.

Kylee, looked down in shame and said nothing.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question Little Miss Pottypants. How many times have you wet yourself over the last three days?" Emily asked again.

"Um… Like four?" Kylee responded.

"Like four? You don't even know for certain how often you've wet yourself?" Emily responded. "No, don't answer that, of course you don't, that is why Julie is putting you through her special personal training program. But, you haven't just wet yourself, have you? Did you poop your pretty little pampers today?"

"Ye… yes," Kylee responded, defeated.

"So, why would I risk letting you make a mess in my car just so you could hide your shame from your husband for a little longer? I know Julie's rules for you. He is going to know what a little pants wetter you are soon enough. Plus, he already knows you had an accident today. You think that your Nanny didn't tell him about that back at the gym?" Emily continued.

Kylee felt her stomach drop at the realization that not only was Michael going to have to deal with her Nanny-mandated bed wetting soon, but that he also already knew about her prior accident.

"She told him that?" Kylee asked.

"Of course she did sweetie! Why do you think Michael was okay just leaving you at the gym? He wanted to make sure his precious little pants pisser had some time to decompress from her naughty little accident before she came home. Now, enough talking, let's get you out of my van. I need to get back to work."

Emily got out of her seat, walked to the back of her van, slid open the door, and began the process of unbuckling Kylee from the infant car seat she was trapped in.

Kylee did her best to ignore the humiliation she was feeling as Emily grabbed her under the armpits and helped guide her out of the van like a mother would a small child. Emily then reached into the car to grab something else out: The pink diaper bag that Julie had sent home with Kylee.

Emily slung the diaper bag over a shoulder.

"Wouldn't want to forget baby's new gym bag!" Emily declared as she grabbed Kylee's hand and started walking the diapered woman up to the front door of her house.

As they made it to the door, Emily knocked loudly, announcing their presence.

"You don't have to do that, you know?" Kylee said, "This is my house, I can just go in, and you could just take off back to work."

"Could I? I don't think your Nanny would approve of me just leaving you here without supervision…" Emily was interrupted as the door opened revealing Michael, looking more attractive than Kylee could ever remember in a tank top and his athletic shorts.

"Oh, Emily! It's great to see you again!" Michael said, his eyes instantly finding the stunningly beautiful woman rather than his wife.

"Yeah, I'm here to drop of Kylee, just like I said I would be," Emily said cheerily, her manner instantly changing from domineering to flirtatious once Michael opened the door.

"Oh yeah! Kylee!" Michael said, as his gaze drifted over to his wife for the first time. Michael's expression moved from one of slight amusement to worry as he noticed that Kylee was wearing nothing but the shirt she had put on this morning and the largest baby-style diaper he had ever seen.

"Oh, baby! Did you have another rough morning?" Michael said with the condescending tone of a father attempting to soothe his young daughter. "Come here sweetheart!"

Michael pulled Kylee into a warm embrace.

Kylee initially resisted the contact, too humiliated to feel she deserved any sort of physical affection. However, as Michael engulfed her in his arms, she let herself enjoy the bear hug, feeling protected and cared for in a way she couldn't describe. She started to cry into his chest as she felt comfortable enough to let her emotions from the day overtake her.

"Oh yes, Kylee had a very rough morning. She had another little accident, just like last time," Emily said, "Unluckily for her, all that Julie had for replacement bottoms in the daycare were the diapers."

"Oh, my poor baby!" Michael said, pulling Kylee in closer. "Let's get you in the house and changed into something more comfortable," he continued.

Michael started to let Kylee go and direct her into the house, but before he could turn around, Emily stopped him.

"Michael, before you go in, Julie wanted Kylee to have this. It's a new gym bag full of some… um… supplies she'll need when she comes back to the gym," Emily said hesitantly, handing over Kylee's new pink diaper bag. "Because of Kylee's little incidents, Julie and I think it's best that, when she comes to the gym, she wears a little protection in the future."

"Uh, okay," Michael said confused as he took the bag.

Kylee, standing next to him with his arm around her shoulder turned a deep shade of crimson.

"I guess that makes sense," Michael continued.

"Oh! But, don't worry! Julie has also taken a special interest in Kylee! She's going to start giving Kylee some personal training! Kylee is really excited about it, aren't you Kylee?" Emily said.

Kylee responded the only way she knew she could. She plastered a smile on her face and said with the cheeriest tone she could muster, "Yes! I am very excited to get some personal training!"

"Well, um… great," Michael said, confused and worried he only had half of the story, as he adjusted Kylee's bag on his shoulder. "Well, thank you again Emily for your help today, Kylee and I both really appreciate it."

"Anytime Mikey!" Emily said, pushing her way between Kylee and Michael as she gave Michael a warm hug. "I'll see you both at the gym tomorrow?" Emily asked, looking up at Michael.

Michael, who now had arousal joining his jumble of confused emotions, smiled down at Emily, enjoying the touch from the beautiful woman.

"Of course," he said to Emily before detaching from her embrace and turning back to his wife. "Alright, Kylee, let's go get you into some big kid clothes," he teased as he led his waddling, diapered wife, into their house.

Emily went back to her van, crawled in the driver seat, and watched as Michael led Kylee back into their house.

As she watched Kylee's diapered ass waddling away from her, she couldn't help but start to rub her throbbing pussy. Her growing fantasy of infantalizing and cuckolding another woman was starting to look like a reality.

Emily closed her eyes and imagined being fucked by Michael while Kylee watched from a crib in the corner, grinding her poopy diaper into a stuffed animal. The fantasy overtook her as she vigorously fingered herself over her yoga pants. Emily screamed as she came, sitting in the driver's seat of her van in Michael and Kyle's driveway.

Emily then drove off, hopeful of what the future was going to bring.

[ravennaortiz]

Always Here

Summary: Juice works through his grieve and regret at never telling you his true feelings.

Juice stared at himself in the mirror. His usual shirt and jeans exchanged for a suit and tie. “Can’t believe you got me in this” he muttered as he moved his arms trying to get used to the confining fabric. “Wish you could be here to see it. I know you’d be snapping photos and shit” he continued as a lump formed in his throat. “It’s not fair” he choked out as the grief hit him again.

“Easy laddie” soothed Chibs as he made his way into the bathroom followed by Tig and Half-Sack. “Easy” continued Chibs as he held Juice closed.

“It should have been you” sobbed Juice angrily as his eyes landed on Half-Sack who shrunk back.

“It wasn’t his fault. She died trying to give them both a chance” stated Chibs as he patted Juices back. “She wouldn’t want you harboring this anger towards him”.

Juice barely nodded. He knew that was true. If you were here right now you would be dragging him out by his ear to apologize. “She survived being blown up in Iraq only to be gunned down in a damn small town. I should have been with them. If I was maybe she” started Juice before Tig cut him off.

“She would still be in the casket in Chapel man. She was always going to sacrifice herself. Only thing that would have been different is you would be just as cold and in a casket next to her” stated Tig firmly as he clasped Juices shoulder. “While we all can understands the grief and pain of losing someone. None of us will understand the loss of losing her like you and Half have. I know it’s hard to think of this but he’s just as lost and torn up as you. Remember he had to sit with her as she cried, came to terms with dying and took  her last breath. That he has to replay that though his mind day and night. She will always be here” continued Tig as he patted Juices chest and head before leaving the bathroom.

Awhile later Juice made his way out to the main area of the clubhouse. Jeez he thought as he looked at the crowd that was inside and looked to be out the door. A mix of bikers, soldiers and random civilians milled about as they wait for their turn to say goodbye. Tears started again as he thought about how many lives you had changed in the short time you had been on this earth.

“Hey baby” murmured Gemma as she pulled Juice in for a hug. “It’s okay” She soothed as she patted his back. “Why don’t you head into chapel with Half? I told him you two take as long as you want alone. The two of you deserve to say goodbye in private and without everyone else being present. We can all wait. She would want to be with her boys one last time”

Juice nodded as he let her move him towards the door. Taking a deep breath he opened it and stepped in. Keeping his eyes off the casket, not ready to see you so still again.

“I can lea-“ started Half-Sack as he turned tears spilling down his cheeks as he finished fixing your dog tags.

“Stay. I want you to and she would want that” stated Juice as he moved to stand across from him on the opposite side of your casket.

Half nodded as he wiped at his eyes. Before extending his arm out with a chain. “She would want you to have this” he stated as Juice looked at the dog tag that dangled from his hand. “It’s her extra I dug around our stuff when I was looking for mine to put on hers.

“Thanks” gulped Juice as he took the necklace and traced your engraved name before putting it over his head.

The two men fell into a comfortable silence. Each with their own thoughts as they said their goodbyes.

“I’m glad you were her battle buddy when she was over in Iraq. She lucked out with you. Thanks for watching over her when I couldn’t.” stated Juice as he glanced up to look at Half-Sack. "I took my anger on never telling her how I feel out on you. It wasn't your fault I didn't have the balls to tell her I loved her more than a friend. That I wanted her to be mine and all that sappy romantic stuff she would have dragged me for. I lost out on that with her and that's my cross to bear. Not yours"

“Pretty sure she watched over me.” Chuckled Half-Sack lightly as he met his friends’ eyes. “She loved you too. Just so you know. Always talked about you and shit. I’m sorry the two of you never got to be together like that. I’m sorry I couldn’t save her this time” continued Half-Sack as tears poured down his face as he went from the time you were both blown up to the time the bullets only pierced your flesh.

“You did all you could. Neither of you had any idea the bullet would hit her prosthetic like that and ricochet. She wouldn’t want you blaming yourself” stated Juice as he walked around and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m sorry for being an ass. She will always be here with us.” He stated as he felt a warmth on the back of his neck and a slight weight followed by what he swore was a whispered finally.

[echo-riot]

Wired for you chapters 11- 14

Sevika had always kept people at arm's length. She built her life around survival, walls so high and thick that no one dared to climb them. But somewhere along the way, you had scaled those walls without her even realizing it. The shift between the two of you had been gradual, subtle, and yet here you were—sitting in her dimly lit quarters, the air between you heavy with unspoken words.

The bandages on her torso had held well, and while her injuries were healing, she wasn't ready to go back to the field just yet. Not that she would admit it. Tonight, though, she wasn't trying to push you away. If anything, she seemed almost comfortable with your presence, as if she'd grown used to having you there.

"You never told me why you came to Zaun," Sevika said suddenly, her voice breaking the quiet.

You glanced up from your seat near the edge of her bed, momentarily surprised by her question. Sevika wasn't one to pry into people's pasts, and she rarely shared her own. The fact that she was asking now felt... significant.

"It's not exactly a happy story," you said with a faint smile, leaning back in your chair.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, a silent nudge to continue.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I needed to get away from Piltover. Too many rules, too many expectations. I didn't fit in there."

Her dark eyes studied you intently, as though she were peeling back layers to see what was underneath. "And you think you fit in here?"

You huffed a laugh. "Not really. But at least here, people don't pretend to be something they're not. There's a kind of honesty to Zaun, even in all its chaos."

Sevika nodded, her gaze dropping to the whiskey bottle on the table. "Yeah, honesty's not always pretty."

The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, the kind that felt less like an absence of words and more like a shared understanding. Sevika's quarters were small, and the warm, flickering light from the lone lantern cast long shadows on the walls. It felt intimate, though neither of you acknowledged it aloud.

As the hours ticked by, the conversation drifted from one topic to another. She told you bits and pieces about her childhood in Zaun, about how she learned to fight and fend for herself. It wasn't easy to get her to open up, but you didn't push. You simply listened, letting her share at her own pace.

"And then there was Silco," she said, her tone dipping into something softer, more reflective. "He gave me purpose when I didn't have one. A place in this mess of a city."

You nodded, recognizing the loyalty in her voice. "He saw what you were capable of."

"Yeah," she said quietly. "But sometimes I wonder if that's all anyone sees."

The vulnerability in her words caught you off guard. Sevika was strong, commanding, always in control. Seeing her like this—unsure, questioning—made your chest ache in a way you didn't fully understand.

"They'd be idiots if that's all they saw," you said, your voice firm.

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, a flicker of surprise in her expression. "And what do you see?"

The question hung in the air between you, charged with something you couldn't quite name. For a moment, you were at a loss for words, your heart thudding painfully in your chest.

"I see someone who's loyal, fierce, and... more human than they let on," you said finally, your voice softer.

Sevika's gaze lingered on you, unreadable. You could feel the weight of her scrutiny, as though she were trying to decide if she could trust what you'd just said.

"You talk too much," she muttered, but there was no bite to her words. If anything, they felt almost affectionate.

"And you don't talk enough," you shot back, a small smile tugging at your lips.

She smirked, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here I am," you said, leaning forward slightly.

The space between you felt smaller now, the air charged with something electric. It wasn't the first time you'd felt this tension, but tonight it seemed almost impossible to ignore.

As the night stretched on, the conversation began to shift into more personal territory. Sevika asked about your family, your life before Zaun, and in turn, you asked about hers. She didn't give much away—small fragments here and there—but it was more than she'd ever shared before.

When you spoke about your past, your voice grew quieter. You told her about the pressures you'd faced in Piltover, the expectations you could never seem to meet. You told her about the loneliness that had driven you to Zaun, searching for something you couldn't quite name.

"I don't know what I was hoping to find here," you admitted, staring at the floor. "Maybe I just wanted a fresh start. Somewhere I could be myself without feeling like I had to apologize for it."

Sevika watched you closely, her expression unreadable. "Did you find it?"

You looked up at her, meeting her gaze. "I don't know. But I think I'm closer than I was before."

Her lips twitched into something that wasn't quite a smile but wasn't far from it. "Zaun's not exactly the land of second chances."

"Maybe not," you said. "But it's the land of survivors. And I think that counts for something."

She didn't reply, but the look in her eyes told you she understood.

At some point, the conversation lulled, leaving the two of you sitting in companionable silence. Sevika had leaned back against the pillows, her injured arm resting in her lap, while you remained seated in the chair beside her bed.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside, and you found yourself studying her profile—the strong line of her jaw, the way her silver-gray hair caught the dim light. She was beautiful in a way that was almost startling, though you doubted she saw herself that way.

"Why are you still here?" Sevika asked suddenly, her voice breaking the quiet.

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean?"

"You've patched me up, kept me from doing anything stupid," she said, her tone almost casual. "You don't have to stick around."

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. The truth felt too raw, too vulnerable to say out loud.

"Maybe I don't want to leave," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika's gaze snapped to yours, her dark eyes narrowing slightly. "Careful," she said, her tone low and warning.

"Of what?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Of getting too close," she said, her voice dropping even lower.

The words hung heavy between you, but you didn't back down. "Maybe I'm not afraid of that."

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might push you away again. But then her expression softened, and she let out a slow, measured breath.

"You should be," she said quietly, almost to herself.

But she didn't tell you to leave.

The rest of the night passed in a strange, tense quiet. Neither of you spoke much after that, but the unspoken words lingered in the air, heavy and undeniable.

When it was finally time to leave, you hesitated at the door, glancing back at her. Sevika was still sitting on the bed, her gaze fixed on the floor as though she were lost in thought.

"Goodnight, Sevika," you said softly.

She looked up at you, her dark eyes meeting yours. For a moment, she didn't say anything, and you wondered if you'd overstepped.

But then she nodded, her voice quiet. "Goodnight."

You left her quarters feeling more confused than ever, the line between friend and more blurring further with every passing moment. Whatever was building between you, it was fragile, unspoken, and terrifyingly real.

——

The morning light filtered through the smog of Zaun, casting the city in shades of gray and green. It wasn't beautiful, but it was alive. The same could be said for Sevika, who sat on the edge of her cot, lacing her boots with a grimace. Her wounds weren't fully healed, but she was stubborn, and nothing—not even your stern instructions—could keep her idle for long.

"You're pushing it," you said, leaning against the doorframe of her quarters.

She didn't look up, but her smirk was audible in her reply. "You sound like a broken record."

"I sound like someone who doesn't want to see your stitches pop," you countered, crossing your arms.

Sevika finished tying her boots and stood, testing her weight with a slight wince. "Relax. I'm not throwing myself into a fight. Just... stretching my legs."

You sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. Sevika didn't do well with orders, especially not from someone she saw as a "caretaker," no matter how much she appreciated you. Still, you weren't about to let her walk out of there without backup—or at least some leverage.

"Well, if you're going to push your limits, you might as well test this out," you said, holding up a sleek, metallic device.

Her attention snapped to the object in your hands, her dark eyes narrowing. "What is that?"

You stepped forward, holding the device out to her. It was a small, palm-sized weapon made of polished steel and black plating, its design compact and sharp. "It's a new weapon I've been working on. Thought you might want to take it for a spin."

Sevika took the device from your hands, turning it over with practiced ease. Her fingers traced the edges, testing its weight and balance. "What does it do?"

You grinned, unable to hide your excitement. "It's a hybrid energy blade. Compact enough to carry as a backup, but when activated, it generates an electrified edge that can cut through most metals. Thought it might be useful if your arm gets damaged or you lose your main weapon."

Sevika arched an eyebrow, impressed despite herself. "You've been busy."

"I figured you could use an upgrade," you said, crossing your arms. "Your arm's great for brute force, but sometimes you need finesse."

Her lips twitched into a smirk. "And you think this little thing will make the difference?"

"Why don't you try it and see?" you challenged.

Later that day, you found yourself at an old, abandoned factory on the outskirts of Zaun. The building was a maze of rusted machinery and crumbling walls, perfect for testing weapons without attracting too much attention.

Sevika stood in the center of the open space, rolling her shoulders and flexing her robotic arm. She looked more at ease here than she had in weeks, the tension in her body easing as she prepared for the test.

"Alright," you said, standing a safe distance away with a small control panel in your hands. "The blade's charge should last about five minutes per activation. Try not to break it."

"No promises," she said with a smirk, pressing the activation button on the device.

The weapon hummed to life, a thin, crackling edge of blue energy extending from its frame. The light cast sharp shadows across Sevika's face, highlighting the glint of excitement in her eyes.

"Damn," she muttered, swinging the blade experimentally. The hum grew louder as it cut through the air, the energy leaving faint trails of light in its wake.

You couldn't help but smile at her reaction. "Like it?"

"It's... not bad," she said, but the grin on her face betrayed her.

The testing began in earnest. Sevika moved through the factory with a predator's grace, her every step deliberate and precise. She struck at metal targets you'd set up, the blade cutting through steel beams like they were paper. Sparks flew with every hit, the crackling energy lighting up the dim space.

You watched from a safe distance, taking notes on the blade's performance. But it wasn't just the weapon you were focused on—it was Sevika herself. She moved with such raw power and precision that it was hard to look away.

"Try it on the reinforced panel," you called out, pointing to a thick slab of metal propped against the far wall.

Sevika nodded, her smirk growing as she approached the target. She gripped the weapon tightly and swung with all her strength, the blade slicing clean through the panel in a single strike.

"Damn," you muttered, impressed.

Sevika turned to you, holding up the blade with a triumphant grin. "Told you I wouldn't break it."

"Don't get cocky," you shot back, though you couldn't hide your smile.

The adrenaline rush from the testing was palpable, filling the space between you like a live wire. Sevika was in her element, her confidence and power on full display. And yet, there was something more beneath the surface—something unspoken but impossible to ignore.

As the sun dipped lower, casting the factory in shadows, Sevika deactivated the blade and returned to where you stood. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as sweat glistened on her skin.

"Not bad," she said, handing the weapon back to you.

"Not bad?" you echoed, raising an eyebrow. "You just sliced through reinforced steel like it was nothing."

She shrugged, but there was a glint of pride in her eyes. "It's a good weapon. You did well."

The praise caught you off guard. Sevika wasn't one for compliments, and hearing it from her felt... significant.

"Thanks," you said, your voice quieter than before.

She nodded, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. The silence stretched between you, heavy with something you couldn't quite name.

"Let's get out of here," she said finally, her voice rough but not unkind.

The walk back to the heart of Zaun was quieter than usual, the adrenaline from the test fading into a comfortable calm. You stayed close to Sevika, your shoulders brushing occasionally as you navigated the crowded streets.

"You didn't have to do all this, you know," she said suddenly, breaking the silence.

You glanced at her, surprised. "Do what?"

"Build the weapon. Drag me out here. Look after me," she said, her tone unusually soft. "You don't owe me anything."

You stopped walking, forcing her to pause and turn to face you. "Sevika, I didn't do any of this because I had to. I did it because I wanted to."

Her expression flickered, something vulnerable and uncertain passing through her eyes. "Why?"

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. The truth felt too raw, too exposed, but you couldn't bring yourself to lie.

"Because I care about you," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

The words hung between you, heavy and charged. For a moment, Sevika didn't say anything, her gaze locked on yours.

"You're an idiot," she said, but her voice was soft, almost affectionate.

"Maybe," you replied, smiling faintly. "But you're stuck with me."

Sevika shook her head, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest. "Guess I am."

———-

The night air in Zaun was heavy, the streets humming with the usual sounds of late-night chaos—laughter, shouts, the distant clatter of machinery. But you and Sevika found refuge in a quiet, tucked-away bar she frequented, one where the owner didn't ask questions and the drinks were strong enough to make you forget whatever troubles haunted you.

You sat across from each other at a small, scuffed table, a half-empty bottle of whiskey between you and two mismatched glasses. Sevika poured another round, her metal arm steady as she tipped the bottle, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light.

"To your fancy new weapon," she said, raising her glass with a smirk.

"And to your flawless execution," you replied, clinking your glass against hers.

She chuckled, the sound low and warm, before downing her drink in one go. You followed suit, the whiskey burning its way down your throat.

"Not bad," Sevika said, leaning back in her chair. "I was half-expecting it to short-circuit on me."

"Please, I'm insulted," you teased, pouring yourself another shot. "You think I'd give you something unreliable?"

Her smirk softened into something closer to a genuine smile. "No. You wouldn't."

The weight of her words hung in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of the trust that had grown between you.

As the night wore on, the whiskey flowed freely, loosening tongues and lowering walls. Sevika's usual sharp edges softened, her laugh coming easier and her gaze lingering on you just a little longer than usual.

"You're a strange one," she said suddenly, her voice thick with alcohol.

"Oh, am I?" you replied, leaning forward on the table. "How so?"

"You're... persistent," she said, searching for the right word. "Most people don't bother sticking around once they get a good look at this."

She gestured vaguely to her robotic arm, the metal gleaming in the dim light.

You frowned, leaning closer. "If anyone's too shallow to see past that, they don't deserve to be around you."

Sevika snorted, but there was no real humor in it. "You're too nice for this place, you know that?"

"Or maybe you're just not used to people being decent," you shot back.

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, something raw and vulnerable flickering in her gaze. The silence stretched, heavy and charged, until she reached for the bottle and refilled your glass.

"Drink up, hero," she said, her smirk returning. "You're going to need it if you're sticking around here."

Hours later, the two of you were slouched against the back of the bar, side by side on a worn leather couch. The whiskey bottle sat empty on the table in front of you, and the room spun slightly if you moved your head too fast.

"You're surprisingly fun when you're drunk," you said, nudging Sevika with your shoulder.

She chuckled, her head lolling to the side to look at you. "Don't get used to it."

You grinned, the alcohol dulling your inhibitions. "Too late."

Her laugh rumbled low in her chest, and you couldn't help but notice how the sound seemed to vibrate through you.

"You know," she said after a moment, her voice quieter, "you're not like anyone I've met before."

"Good different or bad different?" you asked, tilting your head to look at her.

"Good," she said, her gaze meeting yours. "Too good for this place, maybe. But good."

Your heart skipped a beat at the softness in her tone, the way her usual defenses seemed to crumble in the haze of alcohol and quiet.

"And you're not as scary as you like people to think," you said, your voice just as soft.

Her lips quirked into a faint smirk. "Don't let that get around. I've got a reputation to maintain."

You laughed, the sound light and unguarded, and Sevika's smirk widened. But then the laughter faded, leaving behind a tension that was impossible to ignore.

The space between you seemed to shrink, the air thick with something unsaid. Sevika's gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest of moments before flicking back to your eyes.

"You're staring," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe I am," she replied, her voice low and gravelly.

Your breath hitched, your pulse pounding in your ears as the tension reached a boiling point. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you leaned in, your gaze locked on hers.

For a moment, Sevika didn't move, her eyes searching yours as if trying to decide whether to close the gap or pull away. Her breath brushed against your lips, warm and laced with whiskey, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest.

But then, at the last second, she pulled back, her expression guarded once more.

"This... probably isn't a good idea," she muttered, her voice rough.

You blinked, the spell broken, and nodded quickly. "Right. Yeah. Of course."

The awkward silence that followed was deafening, but Sevika's hand brushed against yours, a small, grounding gesture that seemed to say more than words ever could.

"Let's call it a night," she said, her tone softer now.

You nodded, pushing yourself to your feet with a wobbly smile. "Good idea."

As you left the bar together, the line between friend and more seemed blurrier than ever, but neither of you dared to cross it. Not yet.

—-

The sunlight streaming through the curtains was unforgiving, piercing through your skull like needles. You groaned, burying your face into the pillow, but the dull throb of a hangover refused to let you sleep it off. With a low curse, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and shuffled to your feet. You needed water. And Tylenol. Lots of both.

The kitchen was quiet when you padded downstairs, the muffled noise of Zaun's streets humming faintly through the walls. The bar Silco owned had its quieter moments in the morning, the chaos and patrons from the previous night replaced by silence and the clinking of glasses being cleaned in the distance.

You pulled open a cabinet, retrieving a glass before filling it at the sink. The cold water was a relief, though it did little to dull the pounding in your head. You were rummaging for Tylenol when a low voice startled you.

"Fuck's sake, you're loud."

You turned sharply, finding Sevika leaning in the doorway, her broad frame blocking out the faint light coming from the hall. She looked just as hungover as you felt, her usual sharp gaze dulled by exhaustion. Her silver-gray hair was messy, a few stray strands falling across her face, and she still wore the same clothes from the night before, crumpled and reeking faintly of whiskey.

"Jesus, Sevika, give me a heart attack why don't you?" you grumbled, clutching the Tylenol bottle to your chest like it might shield you from her sudden appearance.

She huffed out a short, humorless laugh, stepping into the kitchen. "You're the one clanging around like a goddamn blacksmith. Thought I was gonna wake up to you breaking the damn sink."

You rolled your eyes, popping two Tylenol into your mouth and washing them down with water. "Good morning to you, too."

She didn't respond right away. Instead, she moved to the sink, splashing cold water onto her face. Her robotic arm whirred softly as she leaned heavily against the counter, droplets dripping from her chin. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, her expression faraway.

"You look like shit," you said, breaking the silence.

She shot you a withering glare over her shoulder. "Thanks for the observation, Captain Obvious. Don't see you looking much better."

"Touché." You leaned against the counter, watching her carefully. Despite her usual tough exterior, there was something off about her this morning. Her movements were slower, less precise, and her jaw was set tight like she was holding something back.

"You alright?" you asked, keeping your tone neutral.

"I'm fine," she snapped, grabbing a towel to dry her face.

You raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't sound like it."

She froze for half a second, her hand stilling against her face, before resuming her task with forced nonchalance. "I said I'm fine," she repeated, her voice sharper now.

"Yeah, and I don't believe you," you countered, crossing your arms. "What's going on?"

Sevika turned to face you fully, her dark eyes narrowing. "Why the fuck do you care? You're not my shrink."

"Because you're clearly not okay," you shot back, refusing to back down. "And for some reason, you're too damn stubborn to admit it."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze hard and unyielding. "Maybe I just don't feel like unloading all my shit on someone who doesn't need to hear it."

"Sevika," you said firmly, stepping closer. "If it's bothering you this much, then maybe you do need to talk about it. You don't have to keep everything bottled up, you know."

She laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and humorless. "Yeah? And what the hell am I supposed to say? That I'm tired of this fucking place? Tired of running around like some loyal dog for a man who'd toss me aside the second I wasn't useful anymore?"

Her words hung in the air, raw and venomous. You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden burst of emotion.

"Silco wouldn't—" you began, but she cut you off with a sharp wave of her hand.

"Don't give me that shit," she snapped, her voice rising. "You think I don't know how this game works? Silco doesn't give a damn about me—about anyone. As long as I get the job done, I'm fine. The second I fuck up? I'm done. That's the deal. Always has been."

Her words hit like a punch to the gut, not because they were untrue, but because of the resignation behind them. She wasn't angry at Silco—not entirely. She was angry at the world, at the way it had shaped her life into something she could barely stand.

"It's not just him," she continued, her voice quieter now, though no less bitter. "It's everything. Zaun. This fucking life. I've been fighting my whole damn life, and for what? To end up in this hole, pretending like it's all worth it?"

Her shoulders sagged as the fight seemed to drain out of her. She turned away, leaning heavily against the counter. For a long moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the city outside.

"Sevika..." you said softly, stepping closer. "You don't have to do this alone."

She scoffed, shaking her head. "Alone's all I've ever fucking known."

"Doesn't mean it has to stay that way," you countered, your voice firm but gentle.

She turned to face you again, her expression a mixture of anger and exhaustion. "Why the hell do you care, huh? What's it to you if I'm drowning? You're not some goddamn savior."

"I never said I was," you replied, meeting her glare head-on. "But I care because I see you. I see how hard you fight, how much you sacrifice, even when no one gives a damn. And maybe I'm tired of watching you carry all this shit on your own."

Her jaw tightened, her fists clenching at her sides. For a moment, you thought she might lash out again, but instead, she let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping.

"Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. "I don't even know what I'm saying anymore."

"You're saying what you need to," you said gently, stepping closer.

She glanced at you, her dark eyes flicking over your face as if searching for something. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

You smiled faintly. "Yeah, I've been told."

She shook her head, a reluctant smirk tugging at her lips. "Thanks," she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper.

"For what?" you asked, tilting your head.

"For not walking away," she said, her gaze softening. "Even when I'm a fucking mess."

You reached out, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Anytime, Sevika. And for the record? You're not a mess. You're human."

She huffed a quiet laugh, her smirk widening slightly. "Could've fooled me."

Sevika leaned back against the counter, rubbing her temples as though she could massage the frustration out of her skull. Her smirk had faded, replaced by a grimace that felt more like her usual self. The vulnerability she'd shown just moments before was quickly being buried under layers of sarcasm and irritation.

"Don't get used to this," she muttered, waving her hand vaguely between you two. "I'm not the heart-to-heart type."

You snorted, grabbing another glass and filling it with water. "Yeah, no shit. I figured that out the first time you growled at me for asking how your day was."

She rolled her eyes, but you caught the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of her lips. "I don't 'growl.'"

"Right, and I didn't just hear you threaten to throw me out a window for cleaning up your workstation last week," you shot back, handing her the water.

She took it begrudgingly, muttering under her breath, "You shouldn't have touched my shit."

"It was covered in oil and ashes, Sevika. I thought someone had set it on fire."

"That's called organized chaos," she said with mock seriousness before downing the water in a few gulps. "And don't act all high and mighty. I saw the state of your desk last week. Looked like a feral animal went through it."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Touché. But at least I don't leave half-empty whiskey bottles lying around like some old, grumpy drunk."

Sevika narrowed her eyes at you, the corners of her mouth twitching in an almost-smile. "You're walking a real fine line this morning."

"Wouldn't be the first time," you quipped, leaning against the counter beside her.

She sighed heavily, running a hand through her messy hair. "You're lucky I'm too hungover to care."

The words were sharp, but her tone lacked its usual bite. Instead, it felt almost... playful. Or maybe that was just the hangover making her softer than usual. Either way, you decided to press your luck.

"So, is this bitchiness a hangover thing, or just a Sevika thing?" you asked, grinning.

She shot you a glare that could've curdled milk. "Oh, fuck off."

"Answer the question," you teased.

She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It's a hangover thing. Mostly."

"Mostly?" you echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't push it," she warned, though the edge in her voice was duller than usual.

You chuckled, taking another sip of your water. "Fair enough. But for what it's worth, I think I prefer this version of you. You're almost tolerable when you're too tired to argue."

Sevika let out a low, gravelly laugh, shaking her head. "Careful, or I might start thinking you like me."

"Oh, please," you shot back. "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't be here cleaning up your emotional mess and dodging your bullshit."

That earned you a genuine laugh—deep and rough, but real. It was rare to hear her laugh like that, and it made you smile despite the pounding in your head.

"Alright, you've made your point," she said, setting her empty glass on the counter. "I'm a pain in the ass. Happy now?"

"Ecstatic," you replied with mock enthusiasm.

She shook her head, her smirk lingering. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"Takes one to know one," you retorted, grinning.

The two of you fell into a companionable silence, the tension from earlier fading into something lighter, easier. Sevika still looked rough—her hair was a mess, her clothes wrinkled, and the faint bags under her eyes betrayed her exhaustion. But she also seemed more at ease than she had in a long time.

"Thanks for not pushing," she said quietly after a moment, her gaze fixed on the counter.

You tilted your head, surprised by the sudden sincerity in her voice. "Pushing what?"

"For, y'know, earlier," she said, gesturing vaguely. "I don't do... this."

"This?" you echoed, feigning innocence.

"Talking. Feelings. All that shit," she clarified, giving you a pointed look.

You smiled softly. "I know. But you don't have to do it alone, Sevika. Not with me."

Her expression softened, the vulnerability from earlier flickering back into her gaze for just a moment before she shoved it back down. "Don't go getting all mushy on me," she said, her tone teasing but not unkind.

"Never," you said with a grin, raising your hands in mock surrender.

She smirked, shaking her head again before pushing off the counter. "Alright, enough of this shit. I'm gonna go clean up before I start feeling like even more of a goddamn mess."

"Good idea," you said, watching as she started toward the door. "But Sevika?"

She paused, glancing back at you.

"You're not as much of a mess as you think," you said softly, your gaze steady.

She stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she huffed out a breath and shook her head. "Whatever you say."

With that, she disappeared down the hall, leaving you alone in the kitchen with a faint smile tugging at your lips. Sevika might not have been ready to admit it, but in that moment, you knew you'd gotten through to her. And for now, that was enough.

—The headache still lingered, despite the Tylenol and liters of water you'd consumed. Sevika didn't look much better—her hair was still unkempt, and she'd swapped out her wrinkled shirt for another equally worn one.

"Drinking to cure a hangover," you said, pulling your jacket tighter as the two of you walked through the dim streets of Zaun. "Brilliant idea, Sevika."

"Don't act like you weren't on board," she shot back, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. "Besides, it's the weekend. Got a better way to spend it?"

You didn't. The thought of being cooped up at home nursing your headache sounded unbearable. Still, you rolled your eyes. "Fine. But if I pass out, you're carrying me home."

Sevika let out a bark of laughter. "You're on your own, kid."

The Leaky Drop was quieter than it had been last night, but not by much. The usual crowd of rowdy regulars filled the place, though the overall volume was muted compared to the chaos of a Friday night. You and Sevika grabbed a booth near the back, ordering two glasses of whiskey without a second thought.

The first round went down easy—too easy. The burn of the alcohol was a strange comfort, loosening the tension in your shoulders and pulling you further into the haze of indulgence. Sevika, for her part, was already on her second cigarette, the smoke curling lazily in the dim light.

"Feeling better yet?" she asked, smirking at you over the rim of her glass.

"Ask me after the third round," you replied, raising your drink in a mock toast.

The drinks kept coming, and with them, the conversation flowed freely—at first. But the alcohol had a way of dredging up things better left buried, and soon enough, the teasing and banter gave way to something sharper.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Sevika said, her tone somewhere between amused and annoyed.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you shot back, frowning.

"You've got this way of talking," she said, gesturing vaguely with her drink. "Like you think you've got me all figured out. Like you're the only one who knows what's best for me."

Your eyebrows shot up, heat rising to your face. "Oh, don't even start. If anyone acts like they know everything, it's you, Sevika."

"Maybe because I actually do," she said, leaning back in her seat with that infuriating smirk of hers.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. "You're unbelievable."

"And you're predictable," she fired back, her eyes narrowing. "Always trying to fix things that don't need fixing."

"I'm not trying to fix you," you snapped, the words coming out louder than you intended. "I'm just trying to help!"

"I didn't fucking ask for your help," she growled, leaning forward, her voice low and dangerous. "You don't know what I've been through. You don't know shit."

The words hit harder than they should've, striking a nerve you hadn't realized was exposed. Your fists clenched at your sides, and before you knew what you were doing, you stood up abruptly.

"God, you're such an asshole!" you hissed, your voice trembling with anger. "You push everyone away because you're too scared to admit you might actually need someone!"

Her eyes widened in shock, just for a moment, before narrowing into a glare that could've cut steel. "Watch your mouth," she warned, her voice a low growl.

"Or what?" you challenged, leaning over the table, your pulse pounding in your ears.

Sevika didn't answer. Instead, she stood abruptly, her towering frame looming over you. Her jaw was clenched, her fists tight at her sides. The tension crackled between you like a live wire, drawing the attention of a few nearby patrons.

"You wanna take this outside?" she said through gritted teeth.

You didn't think. You didn't plan. You acted on pure, drunken impulse.

Your hand shot out before you could stop yourself, and the sound of your palm connecting with her cheek rang out like a gunshot.

The bar went silent.

You stood there, frozen, your hand still hovering in the air. The shock of what you'd done hit you all at once, sobering you just enough to realize how monumentally you'd fucked up.

Sevika's head turned slowly back to you, her cheek red and her expression a mix of anger and something else—something raw and electric.

"Shit," you whispered, taking a step back. "Sevika, I—"

Before you could finish, she grabbed your wrist, her grip firm but not painful. Her dark eyes burned into yours, and for a moment, you thought she was going to hit you back.

Instead, she dragged you toward the bathroom.

"Sevika—what the hell are you doing?" you protested, stumbling after her as she pushed through the door to the women's bathroom.

The door slammed shut behind you, and suddenly, you were alone with her in the cramped, dimly lit space.

"You've got a lot of nerve," she growled, backing you against the wall.

Your heart was racing, your mind scrambling for something—anything—to say. "I didn't mean—"

"Shut up," she interrupted, her voice low and dangerous.

You did.

For a moment, you just stared at each other, the tension between you thick enough to choke on. Her gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes, and you swore you saw something shift in her expression.

And then she kissed you.

It wasn't soft or gentle. It was rough, desperate, and hungry, her lips crashing against yours like a storm breaking against the shore. You gasped against her mouth, your hands instinctively reaching up to grip her shoulders for balance.

Her metal arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against her as she deepened the kiss. The cold press of the metal against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn't care.

You kissed her back with just as much intensity, your fingers tangling in her hair as you poured all your frustration and anger and want into the moment.

The world outside the bathroom faded away, leaving just the two of you and the sound of your ragged breaths echoing off the tiled walls.

It wasn't until you both broke apart, gasping for air, that reality came crashing back down.

"Fuck," Sevika muttered, running a hand through her hair as she took a step back.

"Yeah," you said breathlessly, your back still pressed against the wall. "Fuck."

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the silence between you heavy and loaded.

"Guess we're even now," she said finally, her lips quirking into a wry smirk.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound shaky and disbelieving. "Yeah. Even."

The silence between you and Sevika stretched, thick and loaded with unspoken words. Both of you were still catching your breath, the adrenaline from the kiss pulsing through your veins. Sevika's hand rested on the sink, her knuckles white as she steadied herself. Her gaze, dark and intense, flicked up to meet yours, and for a brief moment, she didn't look like the woman who had stormed out of the bar only moments ago. She looked... vulnerable.

But it didn't last.

"Don't look at me like that," Sevika muttered under her breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She tried to sound dismissive, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes that she quickly masked.

You opened your mouth to speak, to say something—anything—but the words caught in your throat. Your body was still buzzing from the kiss, your thoughts scattered. Instead, you pushed yourself off the wall, your chest tightening.

Before you could stop yourself, you found yourself taking a step toward her.

"Sevika—"

She cut you off.

Without warning, she grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back into a searing kiss.

This time, it was different. It was no longer just a heated burst of anger and frustration—it was all-consuming. Sevika's lips were hard against yours, her movements urgent, as though she was trying to make up for all the things left unsaid. The taste of whiskey lingered on both your tongues as you kissed her back with just as much fervor, your hands pulling her closer, desperate for the contact.

Her body pressed against yours, solid and warm, and for the first time in a long while, you didn't feel the tension of her walls. There was no edge, no defensiveness, just raw, unfiltered need.

The metal of her arm, usually so cold and unyielding, sent sparks through you as it slid along your back, drawing you tighter into her embrace. The feeling of her touch was electrifying, making you forget about everything else. The world outside the bathroom seemed miles away, and for that brief moment, it was just the two of you.

Sevika growled into the kiss, her grip tightening on you as if she couldn't get enough. She slid one of her legs between yours, the movement so sudden and bold that it caught you off guard. The feeling of her pressing against you in that way made your breath catch in your throat. You pulled back slightly, your chest heaving as you stared at her.

"Are you—" you started, but she cut you off again, her lips crashing back into yours with a hunger that surprised you.

You stumbled back, your body colliding with the sink as she backed you up. The cool ceramic of the sink pressed against your back, but you didn't care. Her mouth was on yours again, her tongue tasting you, and you couldn't get enough of it. It felt like you were both fighting to stay afloat in a sea of desire, and neither of you was willing to drown alone.

Your hands found their way under her jacket, fingers brushing the warm skin beneath. The rush of it sent a thrill through you—she wasn't just playing around. Sevika was here, now, fully present in this heated moment.

But as much as you wanted to keep going, there was a sudden voice at the back of your mind—the voice that reminded you of who you were both, what you both stood to lose, and how quickly this could spiral out of control.

"Sevika..." you broke the kiss, pulling away slightly, your heart pounding in your chest.

She seemed just as breathless as you, her lips swollen, eyes dark with want. But she didn't move away. Instead, she looked down at you with a conflicted expression, her brow furrowed.

"What?" she asked, her voice rough with desire but tinged with uncertainty.

"I—" You struggled to find the words. "I don't know if this is a good idea."

Sevika snorted, rolling her eyes. "Too late for that, don't you think?"

She leaned in, her forehead resting against yours, her breathing ragged. "The idea's already been done, sweetheart."

You shook your head slightly, forcing yourself to think through the haze. "But this... this isn't just some one-off thing, Sevika. It's more than that."

Her eyes flickered briefly, then her mouth curled into a half-smile. "What do you think it is, then?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. The truth was, you didn't know. But you were afraid of what it could mean. You were afraid of what the hell this was going to turn into.

"You've got a lot of questions," Sevika said, her voice softening just slightly. "Me, too."

She pulled back slightly, eyes searching yours, studying you with an intensity that made your stomach tighten. Her hands were still on your hips, her grip firm and possessive, as if she was claiming you in this moment.

The tension between you both was suffocating now—like a live wire you were both holding onto, afraid to let go. But you were both too far gone to stop. You could feel it in her, and you could feel it in yourself. You wanted more, needed more, and that desire was far beyond the alcohol clouding your mind.

Sevika was the first to break the silence, her voice barely a whisper. "You want to keep going?"

You didn't trust yourself to speak. Instead, you simply nodded.

She smirked, her grip on you tightening, pulling you toward her once more. This time, her kiss was slower, more deliberate—each movement as if she was savoring it, trying to wring every drop of tension out of you. Her hands roamed, brushing against your skin, and you shivered under her touch, the feeling of her hands on you grounding you in a way nothing else could.

The fire between you and Sevika burned hotter with every passing second. Her hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as her lips devoured yours, slow and rough, like she was trying to memorize the feel of you. The whiskey lingering on both your tongues only added to the intoxicating haze.

The cool sink pressed into your lower back again as Sevika leaned her full weight against you, her body warm and solid. Her mechanical hand gripped the edge of the sink beside you, metal groaning faintly under the pressure. She kissed you with a hunger that was impossible to ignore, her other hand tangling in your hair, tilting your head so she could deepen the kiss.

"Sevika," you gasped against her lips, a desperate edge to your voice.

"What?" she murmured, her mouth moving to your jaw, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your neck.

Your hands instinctively gripped her jacket, holding onto her like she was the only thing keeping you grounded. "This is insane."

Sevika pulled back just enough to smirk at you, her lips swollen and her breathing uneven. "Yeah? You complaining?"

You couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped you, even as your cheeks flushed. "No. Just... stating the obvious."

Her smirk widened, and she leaned in again, her voice low and teasing against your ear. "Then shut up and let me enjoy this before you overthink it to death."

Her lips found yours again, and any witty response you might've had was completely forgotten. The kiss was slower this time, more deliberate, but no less intense. It felt like she was savoring you, as if this wasn't something she allowed herself often—if ever.

Your hands slid under her jacket, brushing against the firm muscle of her sides. The warmth of her skin sent a shiver through you, and Sevika chuckled against your mouth, the sound low and rich.

"Cold?" she teased, though the rasp in her voice gave her away.

"Shut up," you muttered, pulling her closer.

She grinned but didn't argue, her hand moving from your waist to cup your face. Her thumb brushed against your cheek, a surprisingly gentle gesture considering the heated tension between you. For a moment, the kiss slowed even further, the fire still there but tempered by something softer.

It wasn't just lust anymore—it was something deeper, something neither of you had words for yet.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together as you tried to steady yourselves. Sevika's dark eyes searched yours, her usual guarded expression replaced by something raw and unfiltered.

"You're dangerous," she murmured, her voice rough but laced with something that sounded almost like affection.

You blinked at her, your heart pounding in your chest. "Dangerous? Pretty sure that's your thing."

She smirked, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, well... you're making me rethink a few things."

Her words sent a jolt through you, and you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, there was a sharp knock at the bathroom door.

"Occupied!" Sevika barked, her voice immediately snapping back to its usual edge.

The sound of retreating footsteps was followed by silence, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. "Guess we're not the only ones who needed a moment."

Sevika chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "Yeah, well, they can wait."

She stepped back slightly, giving you some space, but her hand lingered on your waist as if she wasn't quite ready to let you go. Her gaze softened just a fraction, and she tilted her head, studying you.

"You okay?" she asked, her tone unusually gentle.

You nodded, your lips curving into a small smile. "Yeah. You?"

She shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Been worse."

The tension between you had eased, but the connection was still there, humming like a live wire. Neither of you said anything for a moment, just standing there, the reality of what had just happened sinking in.

Finally, Sevika sighed, stepping back completely and running a hand through her hair. "We should probably... get back out there before anyone starts asking questions."

You nodded, though a part of you wanted to stay in this quiet little bubble with her a bit longer. "Yeah. Probably."

But as you both moved toward the door, Sevika paused, glancing back at you. "Hey."

You turned to her, your heart skipping a beat at the way she was looking at you.

"This isn't over," she said, her voice low and certain.

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you nodded. "Good."

With that, she opened the door and stepped out, leaving you alone for a moment to gather your thoughts. Your lips still tingled from her kiss, and your mind raced with everything that had just happened.

Whatever this thing between you and Sevika was, it wasn't going to be simple. But as you stepped out of the bathroom and back into the noisy chaos of the bar, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement.

[tuttle-did-it]

@superiorsturgeon

I understand and agree. In the grand scheme of things, it means nothing. You are absolutely correct. However.

I've been in this situation. I used to write for a magazine. I was severely underpaid for the work I was doing and the knowledge I was bringing to the role. However, the editor was a racist, sexist, homophobic arse. Every article was an argument.

I stayed in the job because I told myself that when I DID win those arguments, I could bring more diversity to the audience. That the audience would benefit from learning more about some of these incredible women. And I think, on some level, that was true.

However, I also felt contaminated and a little ashamed to tell people I wrote for this magazine-- because so many people in my industry knew what he was like and what his attitudes were. I was barely paid anything for what would take over a month to research and write. But that wasn't the biggest problem. Eventually, I just felt like I was slowly being poisoned by staying. It felt like a fungus growing over my skin. I'd feel sick all the time when it was time to start researching and negotiating on what I was going to do.

Did my taking a stand and leaving make a difference to anyone except me? Nope.

Was I replaced without even a single thought? Yes.

Did I finally feel like I was no longer being contaminated by this man and his 19th century ideals? Yes.

It was very heavy weight on me that was keeping me on the bottom of the ocean. I cut the rope, and could finally swim to the surface. Did I save the world? No.

Did even one reader care that I left? Did the editor? No. Did the knot of poisonous anxiety finally leave my chest and stomach? Yes.

In a similar situation to Ann Telnaes, Prof Dorothy Bishop resigned from the very prestigious Royal Society because they've taken Elon Musk on as a fellow. She got nothing out of quitting. But she took her stand where she believed she had to, and I respect the hell out of here for walking away. (Please read the link on her name for her blog entry.)

I cannot speak for Ann Telnaes, or for Professor Bishop, but I suspect they both felt something similar.

1) for the person out there who is leaving the job, they're showing themselves as a person of integrity, and I have to hope that someone else with integrity will see that and approach them for a better job.

2) even if that does not happen, I genuinely respect anyone who is willing to burn their bridge and take a stand against something they know is wrong-- even if it gets them nothing. Integrity is not about what someone wins. 9/10, when people do something like this, they are doing it for themselves. And I respect that.

3) i can't speak for you, but when things are a complete hell hole, like right now, and all we see is corruption rewarded, and seeing domino after domino fall? Watching even one person --knowing it will fuck then over, knowing it could destroy their career-- stand up and say 'no?' I think that is important to see.

Yes. Grand scheme of things? Ann Telnaes walking out will do nothing to WaPo. They may lose a few subscriptions, but the world is not going to change much. Professor Bishop will be replaced, and life will go on. I don't think either of them are under any delusion that quitting will stop the corruption going on in the world. I certainly was not when I left the magazine I wrote for.

But if Ann can now sleep at night knowing she's done the right thing? If Dorothy can breathe because she feels she has done the right thing?

That matters.

To me, seeing the world burn-- and even one person who says 'I will not light this match' and walking away? That matters. If for nothing else but to believe that there is at least a few people in the world who will take a stand. Even when they know it won't change anything.

You are right. Ann will be easily replaced, just as i was. Dorothy has probably already been replaced. The world will move on, no one will remember or care next week. But Ann and Dorothy will probably sleep better at night, and so will I.

Maybe someone else will see this, and do the same. Maybe not.

Sometimes you don't save the world. You just save yourself. And sometimes that is enough.

Article from Washington Post cartoonist Ann Telnaes who has quit WaPo. Worth a read.

[dykedvonte]

I think the most baffling thing about the Tulpar as a vessel to me is the fact that the ship really did only have a one way communication system.

I know it was cheap but even the most basic of vessels regarding major transport would have some way, shape or form for outside communication. Not only that but there was absolutely no form of innate emergency signal to show they may have been offline or in trouble despite clearly having a system to dock credits if they went off course. It's another factor that really shows that bad situations are made to get worse by design. One person who is required to relay all information to the crew and make all the choices without feedback. No way to update or call for help in case of a dire situation. No way to inform of inner personal conflicts and acquire procedures accordingly.

It really is like they are all in some sort of fucked up solitary confinement. They have their own world with strict roles that are meaningless in the end, as long as the cargo makes it, it doesn't matter what happens on that ship to the company. They don't want to hear anything and will come to conclusions on what happened based on how much pay they can withhold from the workers. Even what they do send is short, sterile and corporate to the extent it was likely written and sent out with a command by some random unmanned computer in an office.

There's something to be said about how unfair it is to force absolute power and control onto one person when you as an entity could do so much more to offload it but I've said it many times before so I won't again.

[zackstriker]

dunno if anyone saw but the friend i was seeing TIT with got REALLY sick like 10 minutes before the show started and i was running around getting stuff to take care of her (trash bag, water, crackers, paper towels, etc) so if anyone at NYC TIT saw someone in a phedsheets jacket running full force through the theatre with a garbage bag full of sick that was me and i’m so sorry

[faaun]

the forest looks like heaven today i woke up feeling the heaviest weight at the top of my heart

[sealeneee]

siiiiiiigh

[hanzajesthanza]

reading other short stories and novels and essays and interviews from sapkowski is so satisfying because not only are these fun to read in of themselves but when my mind returns to the witcher i am like

[sudokuplayer]

i'm so angry and heartbroken and i think this is all i will ever be