Cuddling Headcanons With Sevika

Luisa Madrigal x Reader

⚠️Warning⚠️ Implied (but not directly written) sexual content. Minors, y’all should skip this one just to be on the safe side. If you choose to ignore these warnings, that is your own fault!!! Once more, I am not fluent in Spanish so if I make any errors, pls let me know so I can fix them. Also, while I try to write gender neutral characters, I tend to lean more towards the feminine side unconsciously and would very much like to break that habit, so any tips you have to offer are greatly appreciated💕 Set after the movie’s events.

You had absolutely no idea how Luisa managed to get out of bed each morning. If you had a bed like this, plush like a cloud and warm but not stifling, you would never get up. You remembered the first time you saw it, just hanging out as friends despite the absolutely massive crush you harbored on her. The rumors about the extraordinary bedrooms of the Madrigal’s turned out to be true and your tour of the room consisted of navigating through the huge area with impossible marvels around each turn. To the meticulously polish weights to the rocky lagoon that changed temperature to whatever Luisa was feeling, you found yourself in awe. It was all clearly touched by the Madrigal Miracle, you could feel magic hanging in the air, yet it was all so distinctly Luisa and put you immediately at ease, much like the girl herself. But el evento principal, at least to you, was the massive bed shaded by a large fruit tree, magical sunlight dappled through the branches and casting shapes on the comforter. Luisa had just continued on talking about the room tour, but your eyes stayed glued on the bed and your thoughts took a nosedive into the gutter. That moment, no matter how long ago it happened, stayed with you. You could feel the heat in your face and see the strange look Luisa gave you when she realized you were staring.

Little did you know, that Luisa had been thinking the same, much to her embarrassment. The way you stared at the bed then at her made the muscles in her arms twitch, the urge to throw you over her shoulder growing ever stronger. It took another several months till her fantasy became reality. You have been together for a while now and never shared anything more than a passionate kiss and some light petting. But last night, both of you in high spirits after a particularly lively fiesta. After the members of the family retired to bed, you had tagged along with Luisa, barely managing to wait for her door to close before pulling her into a kiss. So you kissed and kissed some more and, with some difficulty, eventually found yourselves standing before her bed. Both of you stared at the imposing piece of furniture, then back at each other. It was you who took a deep breath and took her hand, bringing it to your lips and pressing light kisses to each knuckle. “I love you”. The words were so soft, she felt them against her fingertips. “Can..would you want to..”, the words got stuck in her throat as she saw the absolute adoration shining in your eyes as you tugged her into the bed and straddled her waist. She had to be oh so delicate, hands balling into the mattress lest she react too strongly. But what you did to her, how lovely your lips looked trailing wet kisses down her neck, her chest, her thighs, it made her heart pound throughout the night as her ceiling stars shined silvery light onto your bodies and the quickly growing pile of discarded clothing.

You finally pulled yourself out of bed the next morning, naked save for the soft blanket draped around your shoulders. You could feel her eyes on your back as you stretched, reveling in the sounds of your sore muscles popping. However, the serenity of the moment was shattered when you attempted to stand and immediately felt your knees buckle and you hit the floor. Luisa sat up so fast that the covers flew in the air. “You alright”, she peered over the side of the bed. Her voice was hoarse and pride floated through you knowing you were the cause of it. You poked your thigh and a tingling sensation spread, as if you had done a hardcore leg workout for hours on end, “I’m perfect”. It took two tries but you managed to pull yourself up and stumble to the small pitcher of perpetually cold water. Pouring a glass, you turned and offered it to Luisa, just as she finished peeling an orange from a low hanging branch. You both smiled, you fondly and her slightly embarrassed. You sat back on the bed and accepted the fruit while handing her the water. She drained the glass quickly as you bit into the fruit. You hummed in appreciation at the taste, eyes closing blissfully. The gulping of water stopped and your eyes opened again. A stray droplet of juice escaped out the side of your mouth and slid down your chin and neck, Luisa’s eyes following it intensely. Her face went red as she realized you caught her staring. You just smiled and wiped it off before falling back into the bed. Luisa set the glass on a small table and turned, using one hand to pluck you up and drop you into her lap. You felt yourself melting as her strong hands rubbed at your shoulders, even going so far as to moan gently as the sore muscles were once again worked by her. She snorted and buried her head into the crook of your neck, peppering the skin with kisses and giggles. You reached and carded your fingers through her loose curls, eyes focusing on an absolutely gorgeous blotch of purplish-red on her shoulder. The both of you somehow managed to mark each other in easy to cover spots, both looking like you lost a fight with how many lovely little bruises covered your skin. “We’re gonna have to get up soon”, you murmured to her. With a powerful exhale, she nodded, yet her arms just tightened around you. “I guess a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt”.

Do you think you could write Luisa helping y/n through a panic attack? If not that’s okay :)) LOVE YOUR WRITING!! Keep up the good work :))💕

Because I needed this today, we’re being less than judicious with the que. We’ll go back to regular order after this post. As an aside, this is the way that I experience anxiety attacks, it is different for everyone.

You sat by yourself on the cool cobblestones of an alley. You had felt a little on edge all day, but the proper attack had come on rather suddenly. As you stood conversing with a villager, a sharp pain in your ribs and back appeared, you became hyper aware of the feeling of your pulse in your throat. You were able to politely excuse yourself before finding somewhere to be alone. You curled up, back against a wall, knees to your chest, trying to convince your body to calm down.

“Y/n there you-“ Luisa stopped suddenly, her tone going from excitement to concern. “Mi vida? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just an anxiety attack. I’ll be fine.” You panted. She sat down, pulling you over into her lap, your head on her chest.

“Breathe with me.” She said, setting a slow and steady rhythm with her breathing. You began to mimic the rise and fall of her chest, slowly letting the tension go from your body.

“How are you doing?”

“I-I’m fine.” You said, the tears starting to well in your eyes.

“Amor, you’re not fine, you just had an anxiety attack, and you sound like you wanna cry.”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t know what caused it, it just sort of happened.” You said, hugging her tight.

“It’s okay. We’ll get through this.” She rocked you gently, putting her face in your hair.

“Can I stay with you for the rest of the day?”

“Absolutely.” She said,kissing the top of your head. “But why don’t we stay here for a bit, just so I know you’re going to be okay. If not, I’ll call it a day and just take you home.”

“But the village-“

“Doesn’t need me more than you do right now.” She said, cutting you off. You nodded, yawning slightly. She hummed a little, squeezing you just a bit tighter. “It’s gonna be okay.

Clearing trails

18+ you have been warned

@djtjsmith14 I ran with your idea.

Today was the day. You would finally tell her. Nothing would stand in your way. No hesitation, no fear. You would be bold and.

“Hi y/n.”

“H-hi Luisa.” Well so much for that. “You look really nice today. I mean you look nice everyday, I mean-“

“Thanks, you too.” Luisa said, using her hip to move a boulder had rolled onto one of the forest paths. It never ceased to amaze you how she could do that. “Did you need something?”

“No! No, I just wanted to spend time with you. Unless I’m bothering you, and then I can-“

“You’re fine. The company is nice.” She favored you with a warm smiled that put butterflies in your stomach.

“S-so, how are you?” You asked, leaning against a tree, trying to look alluring.

“I’m fine, it’s been interesting having Tio Bruno back among us. And the rats are definitely an adjustment.” You nodded. “Let’s see, what else? Things are going better with Isa and Mirabel, so that’s a relief. People around town as doing a bunch of their own heavy lifting which has me only doing the stuff they can’t. That’s weird, but not bad. I do worry that some of them are going to over do it. I don’t want people getting hurt.”

“You really are a good person, you know?” You said, walking a little closer. Luisa tried to wave off the compliments. “No really, you go so far out of your way for the good of everyone else, and take care of everyone’s problems. Somebody should be taking care of you.”

“I’m taken care of. I have my family all watching out for me.” She turned to look at you, a realization dawning on her face before her expression became unreadable.

“Oh I uh, I think I hear my mother calling me-“ you said turning to leave

“Unless you gained Dolores’s power, no you don’t.” Luisa grabbed your wrist carefully pulling you back around. Her other hand came to the small of your back guiding you in closer. You went pink, but didn’t try to pull away, enjoying how close she was.

“I take it my feelings aren’t unrequited?” You breathed.

“No.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I have.”

“Wait, really? Who? Nevermind you don’t have to-“

“Juanita.”

“You and Juanita the ice Queen?” You asked, quite taken aback by that revelation.

“Yeah, there were a few times she wasn’t completely fridgid, and there’s a reason we aren’t on speaking terms anymore.”

“I never knew. I must be oblivious to have missed that.”

“I’ve liked you for two years.”

“Oh, really oblivious then.” Luisa laughed and kissed your forehead.

“It’s alright, I didn’t have very much time to spend with you before, but now, I get to have you all to myself.” To illustrate her point, she picked you up, setting you carefully on a rock, her body between your legs. You gasped softly before reaching up and guiding her face to yours.

The kisses started slow and soft, increasing in aggression and need as time went on. One of your hands tangled in the soft curls while the other gripped the back of her shirt. Her hands were not nearly so still. They roamed across your body squeezing, pulling, pushing your skirts up your legs. You gasped and pulled away as they squeezed the tops of your thighs, her thumbs dangerously close to your core.

“Do you want me to stop?” Her voice was rough, her pupils lust blown. A red glow was across her cheeks, and her breathing was a little ragged.

“No. I just… I haven’t. How would this even work?” You panted.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The answer came without a single hesitation. She nodded, picking you back up and laying you down on the soft grass. Her hands found the waist of your underwear and pulled it down your legs. Once they were out of the way, she began to kiss your inner thighs, one hand holding you legs apart, the other reaching up to touch your breasts. Her breath occasionally went over your core causing your hips to twitch toward the sensation.

“Please.” You whined, needing more. Luisa didn’t require anymore prompting. She lifted your hips, her hands holding your thighs exactly where she wanted them as her tongue stroked along your clit in slow circles, occasionally dipping in, rubbing the spot just inside. You did try to hold still, your hands gripping the grass, but doing anything against Luisa’s grip was futile as she sped up, not wanting to leave you waiting too long. You tried to muffle your pleasured cries with a hand, found that you couldn’t hold that still long enough. You repeated her name over and over again with increasing desperation until the shock waves hit. She kept licking was you whimpered and thrashed, drawing it out as long as she could until.

“Ple-please stop.” You asked. She gently set your trembling body down, before wiping her mouth.

“You okay?” She asked, moving over the top of you, her hands to either side of your head.

“Y-yeah.” You panted. You sat up a little, kissing her softly. She groaned a little, pressing you back down, letting you take some of her bodywieght. You shifted slightly and she let you push her over.

You needed her help to remove her underwear, and she stopped you before you could get to far.

“Use your fingers, I don’t want your head getting hurt, it’s been a while, so my control might be weaker than it was.” She guided gently, pulling you in for another kiss. You hummed a little in response, putting both hands to work squeezing her breasts. She moaned, pressing into your hands, her kisses becoming messier with the increased pleasure. Your fingers dipped between her legs, a single digit caressing her clit. She gave a shuddering gasp, as you continued lightly brushing.

“Please. Harder.” She commanded, you gave an even lighter stroke before actually increasing the pressure. “Tea-ahh!” She gasped. Her face turned away from yours leaving her neck exposed to a onslaught of kisses and love bites as she fought to stay still.

“Y/n yes, right there. Right there. Ah.” Her muscles locked, holding her in place as her clit throbbed. “Stopstopstop!” She gasped, you did as you were told and she curled her legs into her body. “Yup it’s been a minute.” She said her limbs shaking.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, crawling forward to her head.

“No. No that’s was, that was good.” She panted. You’d never seen Luisa actually looking like she had exerted herself before. It was pretty cute though. “I need to clear trails with you more often.”

My primo Camilo won’t stop until he makes you smile today.

ENCANTO (2021) dir. Jared Bush, Byron Howard & Castro Smith

Head injury

You stood in the middle of the square, pretending to be just as useful as any member of the Madrigal clan. You helped an older member of the village fold her laundry, and kept the priest from taking a dunk in the fountain. Well, almost.

In grabbing the priest by the back of his shirt to keep him from going head long into the water, he had twisted, redirecting the momentum to throw you into the water by accident. There was a sharp pain in the top of your head that lead to an underwater gasp.

One of Isabella’s vines looped around your waist, pulling you from the water as you coughed and sputtered. Familiar arms pulled you from the vine, setting you on the side of the fountain.

“Dove, look at me.” Luisa’s voice sounded in front of you. You tried to open your eyes, but found your vision very foggy and distorted. You tried to speak, but the water in your lungs was making anything other than coughing near impossible. Another figure in blue rushed over, placing gentle hands on your face.

“Do you think you can eat?” You shook your head.

“What do we do?” A hint of fear invading Luisa tone.

“Keep her upright until the coughing settles down. Don’t let her go to sleep.” Julietta instructed. You weren’t sure how you could possibly sleep with the burning on the top of your head and your body’s attempts to remove a lung via your airway.

“I can work one handed.” Luisa said, picking you up so that your body was being held upright between her arm and her chest. You tried to argue that this was silly, but all that came out was a series of syllables and coughs that made no sense.

“Hey, don’t cough at her in that tone.” Camilo scolded playfully. You half laughed and then coughed some more. Luisa grumbled something about not making it worse and began gathering loose burros.

“They need better fences.” You rasped after a while. “This is like a *cough* daily thing.” You were placed gently on a rock. A hand wiped your forehead careful of the spot that had collided with the fountain.

“You okay?” Luisa asked, kissing your forehead softly.

“Peachy.” *wheeze* “Just peachy.”

“Let me finish this, and we’ll get you back to Mama. I won’t be happy until that spot on your head is mended.”

“Ah, so the coughing out a lung is f- *cough cough cough*”

“That’s what you get for being smart.” Luisa scolded, kick flipping a burro with extra gusto on to her shoulders. You stood and started to stagger after her.

“What are you doing?”

“Following all three of you, obviously. Not every day I get more than one of you.” You teased. She nearly dropped a burro.

“I. You. Stop it.” She managed, you were pretty sure she was blushing. “Stay there. I’ll be back.”

“Fine, leave me all by my lonesome.” You sighed dramatically and started coughing again. You could almost swear, through the visual fog that she was running. You wobbled back to the rock and sat. Damn this day had been tiring. You yawned, feeling a rush of exhaustion hit. A little nap wouldn’t hurt would it? Just as you started to doze you were shaken awake.

“Y/n! Wake up!” Luisa’s voice was frantic.

“I’m up I’m up.” You slurred. Why did everything feel heavy.

“I shouldn’t have left you. Damn it.”

“Why would you leave me. I’m adorable.” You joked. No response. “Amor, that’s the part where you tell me to shut up. Remember? We have this whole back and-“

“Mama!” Luisa yelled carrying you over, and setting you down on the table.

“I’m fine, really just tired.”

“Eat this dear.” Julietta instructed, placing an Arepa in your hand. Luisa took it and placed it to your lips when your arm didn’t move. You took a bite and started to come back to a come an alert state. A couple more and the pain in your lungs and head faded.

“Better?” Luisa asked, you nodded, kissing her hand.

“Much, thank you.”

“Awww.” Isabella and Mirabel were standing together watching the two of you.

“Thanks for fishing me out earlier.” You said to Isabella, she smiled.

“You’re welcome.” She curtsied and made a bunch of flowers bloom for emphasis.

“Show off.” Mirabel commented, lightly nudging her sister.

“I’m taking Y/n home.” Luisa announced. “She needs rest.” You were lifted into her arms again and packed back up the hill.

“Amor, are you upset with me?” You asked, reaching up to cup her face.

“With you? No.” The unspoken portion left hanging in the air.

“How were you supposed to know I was going to fall asleep the minute I wasn’t being watched. Clairvoyance isn’t your gift.” Tears started to slip down her cheeks. You shifted to loop you’re arms around her neck. “I’m okay. I promise.”

“How did that happen anyway? One minute you’re helping with laundry, the next Isabella is yelling for me and you’re crumpled in the fountain.”

“The priest was about to suffer the same fate, I slipped redirecting him.”

“You shoulda…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, maybe we don’t wish ill on the priest. Abuella is devout after all.”

“I just…” an exasperated sigh followed.

“I know, you hate it when I’m hurt, I’m not really a fan either.” That earned a little smile. “I wasn’t kidding about that three of you comment though.”

“Stop it, Dolores can hear us.” Luisa blushed.

“Pretty sure she’s heard your parents and hers doing the horizontal tango.”

“No.” Luisa gasped, trying to block the realization.

“The beast with two backs.”

“Quit.” Her face went even redder, sympathy in her eyes for her cousin.

“You could even say they-“

“Dove, I am begging you.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop.” You had reached Cassita’s threshold by this point, and Luisa made a bee-line for her room. She set you down on the bed before loosing her shoes and getting in with you. You were pulled on top on her, your head resting on her chest.

“Promise me you’ll let the next person fall in.”

“You know I can’t.” Heavy sigh. “That’s part of why you love me.”

“Ya’know, this you being right thing is a real pain sometimes.”

“Ah, but I’m your pain.”

“I love you.”

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♡ note: repost from my old blog. gonna eat my entire fist

♡ word count: 980

♡ warnings: college!au, gn!reader, dom reader, sub mikasa, pet play, collaring, kitten/kitty as pet name, dacryphilia, mikasa does reader’s makeup at one point, hair-pulling

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Just braiding Luisa’s hair sleepily 😌😌💕

I normally wouldn’t do a duplicate, but I need this, so let’s go.

Luisa flopped down on the bed, head and shoulders coming to rest in your lap as you read.

“Mi Vida?” You asked, peering over the top of your book. Her hair was a mess with twigs poking out, some of which were sticking in your leg.

“Amor.” She replied, eyes closed, a single eyelid twitching.

“I take it your mamá and Tia are still going at it?” You asked, petting her forehead, putting your book to the side. Luisa groaned.

“I wouldn’t mind, but the gathering donkeys in a hurricane is getting taxing as hell. Not to mention I’m the only person who can be out in the wind. And all of the town elders need help with gathering water, and getting supplies, and..ugh!”

“You brought a little bit of the storm home.” You said gently pulling on a twig. She sighed and went to sit up, only to feel your hands applying pressure to her shoulders. You placed a couple gentle kisses on her neck. “Let me take care of you.” You whispered in her ear. She looked over at your face and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” She said softly. You pulled loose her hair ribbon, gently, and began the painstaking process of unraveling the twigs from her curls.

“So what started this little spat? I haven’t heard the particulars.” You admitted, unwrapping a lock of hair from two of the twigs.

“It’s so stupid!” She gestured aggressively at the ceiling. “It’s all over that damn wedding cake.”

“The one for Dolores?” You asked, successfully pulling loose a twig. You kissed her hairline and set to work on the second.

“Yes! Mamá said that she should probably do it since she’s had the most practice cooking, but Tia Pepa said that she aught to because she’s the mother of the bride.” You moved your hands as Luisa moved her head, carefully not to pull.

“Sooo, working together didn’t come up as an option?” You laid another twig to the side.

“By the time Tio Bruno suggested it, they were already mad at each other. No, Tia though mamá meant that she couldn’t cook, and mamá thought she was saying that she wasn’t good enough to make Dolores’s cake.” The last twig came free.

“What does Dolores think?” Heavy sigh from Luisa.

“She’s just hopping that it will all blow over.”

“Meanwhile, you get to clean up the mess.” You supplied, massaging her scalp gently.

“It’s not that bad, Mi Vida.” She argued, you picked up her arm, gesturing at a bruise just above her wrist.

“You don’t bruise easy angel.” Your tone was level, but there was a glint in your eyes. She looked into your eyes, pulling her arm from your hand and running her fingers over your cheekbones.

“They’re starting to calm down, probably tomorrow it’ll barely be a drizzle.” She soothed. You didn’t respond to that directly, put you did grab the hair brush from the bedside table and start smoothing it over her hair.

“It had better be.” You finally said. “I don’t want to pick a fight with them, but I will if they don’t get their acts together.” Luisa smiled.

“I love it when you’re feisty.” Her hand went to the back of your neck, guiding you down into a kiss.

“And I adore you.” You straighten slightly, finishing the brushing, and parting her hair down the middle. Starting on the right, you began to braid from the edger of her hairline to the tips of her hair, humming as you went. You tied it off with a smaller ribbon and let it sit for a moment. “Too tight?”

“No, feels good.” She murmured, her eyes closed and her breathing steady.

“Good.” You said simply before staring on the other side. As you tied that braid off, you whispered her name. There was no response, and you smiled, gently lifting her off of you so you could stretch out next to her. She rolled in her sleep, sensing you next to her, putting an arm around your back, snuggling you close.

“Oh I am so picking a fight tomorrow.” You murmured decisively as you dozed off.

Imagine teaching sevika how to cuddle bc it's her first time being seriously attracted and in a real relationship w someone

sevika hcs is so cute 

One sided love with Arcane women

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Gn!reader, angst, some violence(?), unhinged stuff just like the rest of us.

*Asks for suggestions to help with writer's block, proceeds to get even more writer's block.*

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Caitlyn:

She's always had a little crush on you.

How couldn't she? You were amazing, fantastic in every possible way. You were wonderful. Brighter than the streets of Piltover during the summer, grander than the galas and parties she had grown accustomed to.

It was a steady buildup over the years. A classical dance around the lines of platonic hugs and lingering touches. Sneaking out of parties and running down the cold streets of the topside with ruined clothes and only the lights for guidance.

She thought that having you close by would be enough.

It wasn't enough.

It was as if that feeling of want grew the longer she looked into your eyes, the tighter she hugged goodbye.

Soon enough, she lies on her bed wishing that it was you beside her and not the pillow she's clung to.

She told you in an alleyway, the moon baring witness. She couldn't see your face very well but the tone of your voice and the way you edged away from her was enough to answer her fears.

It was a bittersweet moment for you both, but Caitlyn would smile in the way she always does during parties and social events, "Hey, it's alright."

Funny how she opts to comfort you when she was the one within the bounds of breaking down.

Mel:

It was all professional at first. You worked for her, she told you what to do, you came to her once you did it.

To say that what she felt was sudden would be an understatement. She has spent so long rationalizing her own emotions that she had grown unaware of what was truly growing within her chest.

You're just someone who works for her, turned into, you're an acquaintance. Then she happened to see you more. It must have been your schedules matching up. Acquaintance turned into friend, friend...turned into something more than that but less than what she wished it would be.

Perhaps, telling you during a Hextech gathering was not the best idea. And here she was thinking that she was so smart.

Prying eyes watched as the two of you conversed like vultures pinning the weak.

They sunk their talons into her back the moment you walked away.

Jinx:

She really enjoys your company.

She really really enjoys your company.

Running around the streets of the undercity was always an adventure. Running around with you was like riding a rollercoaster, but instead of seatbelts, you're holding on to the cart for dear life.

She'll have you come down to her area. Have you watch her work on her trinkets and gimmicks and whatever she was interested in showing you. If you aren't into her kind of hobby, she'll find something else to talk about.

Talking to you was amazing. You don't cut her off, you don't jump back when she makes a grab at you and...you don't ask stupid questions. It's great.

She tells you about her life, you ask her questions that spur her on. It'll be like that for hours. Just you. Just her.

Just you and her together.

Boundaries were...certainly crossed. Even after she was told that you didn't reciprocate, she threw a little tantrum, huffed away like a little child, but she would always come right back.

It was a test. A test of seeing how much you were willing to put up with until you finally left her.

The same way everybody does.

Vi:

Stillwater was...an experience. Years of lost time that she could never get back.

Meeting you was one of the best things that could have happened to her. You didn't care that she was a criminal, you didn't care that she blamed herself for what happened in the past, the present or even the future.

Her time in stillwater had taken its toll on her. A child that was haunted by her past and had only the markings on the walls to count her days, thrown into a pit of sadistic guardsmen and bumbling hooligans. But none of that mattered to you.

To you, she was human. Nothing more, nothing less.

You helped her in ways she's always wanted someone to, in ways she never even knew you could. A loyalty strong enough to rival those topsiders and their privelege was formed between you.

Loyalty. Is what Vi would have called it. Loyalty in a form that included drunken cuddles and late night discussions about everything and anything. Loyalty that skipped over the bounds of another similar word Vi was too scared to say.

When she does. Loyalty soon turns into regret. Regret turns into fear. Fear sparks the embers that light the fire of anger.

The walls build up, but not as fast as the sinkhole that crumbles beneath it. It hurts. Raw and unfiltered like the same concrete steps that they took to her cell. Screw you.

Screw. you.

Sevika:

Working has never been one of the best things in her life. It's always 'Sevika do this.' or 'Sevika do that.' and even, 'Sevika there's someone who did this. Straighten them out.'

She was a mule, a person to do the dirty work when you don't want to.

That's why it was a delight to have you around. You two could spend hours talking over the most gruesome things through slurred speeches and animal like snorts. You listened, shouted and even argued with her. Nearly even got into a fist fight.

And yet, you were the first person she has never wanted to bash their skull in.

The bars all knew her name, the streets screamed it better. But you.

You said it best.

Sevika. Sevika. Sevika.

"You're falling for me aren't you?" It was a joke. Everything between the two of you were buzzed out jokes until they weren't. Was this? Was this liking towards you something of humour or somethings more?

Humour. Most definitely humour.

"Nah. You smell worse than ya speak."

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