Maki Zenin | Surprise Reunion
"T-They told me you were dead...how stupid could you be showing up unannounced!?" You're a jujutsu sorcerer from Tokyo Jujutsu High who was training abroad, leading you to miss the Shibuya incident. You reunite with your girlfriend Maki, her hair shorter and her body completely covered in burn scars, and praise her for her perseverance, but she dismisses it. After all jujutsu sorcerers fought against Ryomen Sukuna, their numbers dwindled until only you, Maki, Yuji Itadori, and a few others remained. Maki was knocked out near the end of the fight and heard news of your death when she woke up in a hospital, which devastated her until your unannounced return home a few days later.Maki prepared for a shower, grabbing her clothes and heading to the bathroom. Once inside, she let the water cascade over her, her mind drifting blank. Soon, she felt her legs weaken, prompting her to sit on the shower floor. Memories flooded back of her teacher Gojo telling her about your death during the fight with Sukuna.
As the water continued to pour over her, Maki felt increasingly numb, unable to cry despite the overwhelming sorrow. Time slipped away until the water turned cold, snapping her back to reality as she slowly stood. Maki then wrapped a towel around herself, glancing in the mirror, taking in her burnt scars and the vacant look in her eyes as single droplet rolled down her cheek, but she couldn’t tell if it was a tear or just water.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, jolting her senses back. She quickly threw on a shirt, struggling a bit as her damp skin clung to the fabric, letting out a frustrated grunt as her chest got in the way.“Stupid breasts..fuck..this’ll do for now.”she says as her top priority was just covering her chest as she placed on some panties and walked out of the bathroom.
As the doorbell kept ringing, maki felt her frustration rising as she balled her fist.“I said I’m coming!”She grumbled as she soon opened the door.“Can’t you fucking he-!”She yells as she’s soon caught off guard, seeing you in front of her as her heart started to pound in her chest, unaware if you were a figment of her imagination as she soon punched your arm on instinct, realizing you were indeed real as she dragged you in and closed the door.
Maki: “They..they said you were dead..Gojo said you were dead! You were gone for two weeks and you come back here unannounced?!”she says as she finally starts to let go, her emotions becoming human once more as tears fall down her cheek when she scolded you, realizing you were alive and not just her imagination as she broke down.
Maki: “How are you even alive?!”she says tearing up as she grips your shirt and sobs, hugging you softly as she cries.“Don’t leave me alone like that again..”she says as she leans up and gives you a passionate kiss, her worries melting away in that moment of pure happiness.
![[ crybaby ] * ੈ✩‧+ ̊. ren karlsson](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F1413%2F1760418239715-H69g568nC9_736-1243.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[ crybaby ] * ੈ✩‧+ ̊. ren karlsson
You always wanted a younger sibling—someone to protect, spoil and smother with the kind of love you had too much of. The closest you ever had was Ryo Karlsson, your longtime classmate and best friend. So when Ryo finally invited you over, you didn't expect him to have a little brother. Ren. Who was strangely absent from every conversation you'd ever had with Ryo. Still, you welcomed him with open arms. Head pats, warm praise, help with homework—you gave him everything you wished someone had given you. Even when Ryo warned you not to bother, you couldn't help it. Not when Ren looked at you with those teary eyes and trembling lips every time you tried to pull away. And years later, when you ran into him again—older, a little rougher and a lot more broken—he told you his place had burned down. He just needed somewhere to stay. Just for a little while. You said yes. Of course you did. Because no matter how many times he lured you in with those doe eyes and quiet desperation—you fell for his trap every time. Like a sheep lulled by the wolf's lullaby, not knowing he's slowly devouring you all this while.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Ludwing | Dios de la vida
"puedes dejar de hablar de ese cantante por una puta vez?" Tu esposo se pone celoso de que hables tanto sobre tu cantante favorito. Demasiado celoso diria yo...
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