— 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐉.𝐀𝐈. 𝐂.𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 —

writing for; arcane & tlou.

౨ৎ - angels' ( taken anons ) : 🧇,💖,🍧, 🦞, 🚗

TYSM MY ANGEEELLL, MY BEAUTIFUL KITTY MWAHHH

' ARCANE

— VIOLET.

— CAITLYN KIRAMMAN.

— JINX.

— SEVIKA.

— GRAYSON.

— AMBESSA MEDARDA.

— MEL MEDARDA

— CAITVI.

'THE LAST OF US

— ELLIE WILLIAMS.

— ABBY ANDERSON.

- trying to confess.

- u are her opposite

- new pet

- graffiti artist! Jinx

- raising isha.

- rockstar! au

- her first time with a girl

- orange cat gf

- after Isha’s death

New cute theme :3

want to change the theme but I'm lazy 🫠

hey angel! Yeah maybe! I'm so busy these days with college and next week I have exams, I'm goin CRAZY 💜

But backing to the Subject, I think maybe a do it, from vi pov?...mhmmm

I love rain

I wanna drink your words like wineeeeeeeeeee

It started like any other night, heated touches in the dark, her breath against your neck as you sat straddling her lap. Sevika’s normal hand curled between your thighs, fingers teasing, skilled, confident. You trusted her. You always did. The way her rough fingers softened just for you, how her eyes darkened but still looked at you like you were something fragile, something she needed to protect.

But tonight, she got a little lost in the moment.

Maybe it was the way you moaned her name. Maybe it was the way your hips rocked into her palm like you couldn’t get close enough. But her fingers pushed deeper, just once nails a little too long, pressure a little too much.

You gasped sharply, making her froze.

“hm?,” Her voice cracked. “shit.”

Her fingers pulled back and she saw it: blood. Just a small smear on her fingertips, but it made her asymmetrical lips go pale.

“Dear janna,” Her arms wrapped around you in an instant, holding you close like you might slip away. “Did I hurt you? Fuck, fuck.”

You blinked, tearing up more from the shock than the pain. It wasn’t bad, just enough to sting. But seeing Sevika so rattled—it twisted something in your chest.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, but she was already inspecting you like she needed to be sure herself.

Her touch was suddenly featherlight, her brows drawn in concern. “I should’ve been more careful. I didn’t mean to push that hard, I swear. Fuck, I hate that I hurt you.”

Your hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing over the scar beneath her eye. “It’s okay,” you said again, more firmly this time. “You didn’t mean to. I know that.”

She nodded slowly, still tense, still hating herself for even the smallest wound. But then you leaned in, kissed her softly, and rested your forehead against hers.

“I still feel safe with you,” you said, barely a breath.

That was all it took.

Sevika let out a shuddering breath, her eyes finally closing. Her arms tightened around you—not with hunger, but with something quieter. Something heavier.

“Let me take care of you now,” she whispered. “No more rushing. Just us. Just soft.”

And she did. She cleaned you up gently, laid you in bed, tucked you into her side like you were the most precious thing in the world. Her lips pressed into your temple every few minutes, as if to say I’m sorry, I love you, I’ll be better—without having to say it at all.

And you fell asleep in her arms, safe and warm and more loved than ever.

౨ৎ - just have to taste me when she's kissin' you.

You and Abby had broken up three months ago. Since then, you’d done everything you could to forget her. Even the date you just walked out of was part of that effort. But this time—it actually worked.

The girl you’d just been with? Incredible. You even shared the same taste in music. It felt easy. Natural. New.

Unlike you, Abby hadn’t lifted a single finger to forget you. Hell no. She loved you too much for that.

And as if the universe had been listening to all of Abby’s late-night breakdowns, there you were. Right in front of her. On some random street corner, buying ice cream.

You had just left the restaurant, still full from all the salty food you’d eaten, so you’d taken a small detour to get something sweet before heading home.

Then you heard it. That voice. Familiar, sharp, and laced with something venomous.

Abby was standing just a few feet away, eyes locked on the faint lipstick mark on your neck.

“Already dating someone else?” she said, her voice low and bitter.

Abby never liked feeling helpless. It was in her nature to fix things—to patch wounds, brace injuries, carry what needed to be carried. But this, this was different.

Pain wasn’t something she could lift off of you. It wasn’t a bullet she could remove or a wound she could stitch up. It was there, lingering, gnawing at you on the bad days and weighing heavy on you even on the good ones.

So she found other ways to help.

One evening, she came home with a bag full of things she hoped might make a difference. You were curled up on the couch, a pillow hugged to your chest, the exhaustion clear in your face.

"Hey, baby," she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before settling beside you. "Got you some stuff."

You blinked up at her, curious, as she pulled out the first item—a plush, lavender-scented heating pad in the shape of a bear. "It’s microwaveable. Thought it might help with your muscles."

Your lips parted slightly, eyes softening as you took it from her hands. "Abs…"

"and," she giggles to herself, looking at the other bag, "I bought this shit for alice, it's like a dog chew toy, cute, right? It's shaped like a bone."

She wasn’t done. Next came a pair of compression socks covered in tiny dinosaurs, then another with pastel moons and stars. "Figured you’d like these better than the white boring ones."

You were already smiling, running your fingers over the fabric.

She continued, pulling out a weighted blanket, "This might help with the bad nights."

By then, you were biting your lip, fighting back tears. Abby saw it, and it made something in her chest ache in the best way. She didn’t do any of this for a reaction—she just wanted to help. But seeing you look at her like that, like she was something safe, something good… yeah. She’d buy out the whole damn store if it meant you’d hurt a little less.

You didn’t say anything at first, just shifted closer, pressing your face into her shoulder. "Thank you," you whispered, voice thick. "I love you."

Abby wrapped an arm around you, holding you against her. "I love you too, baby. Always."

And she meant it. Every damn word.

ty angel !! 😭😭 thats so embarrassing omg