𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: abby anderson x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: angst, blood, stuff like that 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A blank line on a mission report is all it takes for Abby Anderson to break. Defying a direct order, she races into the ruined city to find the one person she can't live without. But the rescue mission becomes a nightmare when she discovers that some wounds are a death sentence all their own.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱
𝐚/𝐧: I had a thought
The first thing Abby does when the gates of the stadium clang shut behind her is always the same—a ritual carved into muscle memory, as automatic as the beat of her own heart. But the purpose of the ritual has been violently rewired, the familiar motions now powered by a different, more desperate current.
Once, it had been a compulsion to measure the WLF's dominance over the scarred city. Her eyes would scan the mission reports for enemy movements, territorial gains, the brutal ebb and flow of a war she was drowning in. Now, her gaze tears through the stack of documents with a singular, frantic hunger. The Scars could have the whole damn city for all she cared. Let them burn it to the ground. The only territory that matters is the one you are in.
THIS WAS PHENOMENAL. THE WAY THAT I GASPED. I FELT IT RIGHT IN MY CHEST. OH MY GOD. OHHHH MY GOD. the writing is insanely beautiful and devastating and ohhhhhh my god
press pause
⭑ summary: ellie’s glued to her game, and you’re done being patient. good thing she always melts when you push her just enough.
⭑ cw: dom bottom/sub top, dom!ellie, sub!reader, teasing, domestic, fingering (r!receiving).
the apartment smells like something warm, the last of the vanilla candle you lit earlier, or maybe the faint trace of the pizza ellie swore she’d clean up after.
the only light comes from the tv, blue and flickering across the room, washing ellie’s face in soft color.
she’s sitting cross-legged on the couch, hair a little messy, hoodie bunched around her elbows, muttering at the screen like it can hear her.
the controller clicks steady in her hands, that little crease forming between her brows whenever she’s too focused.
you’ve been trying to get her attention for the past half hour. first it was words, gentle at first, then more pointed. she only hummed in response.
then you tried leaning against her shoulder. nothing. she kissed your head absently and went back to her match.
so now, you’re done asking nicely.
you crawl up the couch behind her, slow enough that she barely notices until your chin rests on her shoulder.
“ellie.”
“mm?” she hums, voice low and distracted.
“you’ve been playing for ages.”
“twenty minutes,” she corrects, eyes still on the screen.
“it’s been an hour.”
she laughs under her breath. “who’s counting?”
“me,” you murmur, kissing the curve of her neck just below her jaw. “and i’m bored.”
that earns a flicker of reaction, her thumb hesitates on the joystick. “bored, huh?”
“mhm.” your voice dips, almost a pout. “you promised we’d watch something together.”
“after this round, i swear.” she leans forward slightly, dodging something on-screen.
you sigh dramatically and sit back, but you’re already planning something else. ellie’s too calm, too confident that you’ll sit there quietly.
she’s wrong.
you wait until she’s deep into another round, muttering about headshots and reloads, before moving again, climbing across the couch until you’re straddling her lap. ellie freezes mid-game, controller still in hand, eyes flicking up at you in surprise.
“babe-”
“don’t ‘babe’ me,” you say softly, placing your hands on her shoulders. “you’ve ignored me long enough.”
her eyes dart between you and the tv, then back to you again. the corner of her mouth twitches. “you’re dangerous when you want attention.”
“you make me desperate for it.”
she grins then, tilting her head back a little to look at you properly. “is that right?”
“mmhm.” you shift on her lap, and she sucks in a breath, just a small one, barely there, but you catch it.
“thought you wanted to watch something,” she says, voice quieter now, rougher.
“changed my mind.” you trail your fingers up her throat, slow, teasing. “wanna watch you instead.”
her grip on the controller loosens, and it slips from her hands, clattering softly onto the couch beside you.
ellie’s hands find your waist instinctively, grounding you, her thumbs drawing lazy circles on your skin.
“you really want my attention that bad?” she asks, but her tone’s playful, warm around the edges, like she already knows she’s going to give it.
“mm, yeah,” you whisper, leaning closer until your lips almost brush hers. “i think you owe me some.”
“oh, i owe you?” she murmurs, eyes flicking down to your mouth.
“mhm. a lot, actually.”
ellie laughs, quiet and low, the sound vibrating through her chest beneath your palms. “you’re pushy when you’re needy.”
“only because you like it.”
she hums, pretending to think about it, then leans up to kiss you, slow, deliberate, enough to make your stomach twist.
the hum of the tv fades into the background, the game long forgotten.
when she pulls back, she’s smiling again, that lazy half-smirk that says she’s about to make you regret starting this.
“alright,” she says softly, voice just a whisper now. “you’ve got my attention.”
her hands slide higher, guiding you closer, and for a second, everything feels still; the candlelight flickering low, the quiet hum of the city outside, the warmth of her breath against your cheek.
then she presses her forehead against yours, laughing quietly. “guess i can pause my game for you.”
you smile. “you’d better.”
ellie’s voice drops, a little teasing again. “gonna make it worth it?”
“always.”
she grabs your wrist and hauls you closer in her lap, one hand already sliding beneath the waistband of your sweatpants, between your thighs, gripping you tight.
“jesus,” she mutters, eyes darkening, “you’re so fucking wet.”
you smirk down at her, straddling her legs, lips brushing hers. “told you i needed you.”
ellie lets out a low laugh and grips your hips, yanking you forward. you gasp when her fingers slip between your folds, sliding through you in one slick stroke.
“oh my god, ellie-”
“no, you wanted to be cocky,” she mutters, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit. “you want my attention, right?”
her fingers thrust inside without warning, and your mouth drops open in a silent moan.
“then you better prove you can take it.”
your hips jolt forward. she catches you by the waist and holds you down against her hand, pushing her fingers deeper.
“you wanna act all needy?” she whispers against your jaw, “let me see what you got, then. ride my fuckin’ fingers.”
you whimper, bucking into her touch. “ellie-”
“come on,” she growls. “you wanted this. show me, baby.”
you grind your hips down, slowly, moaning into her neck. her fingers fill you, two deep inside, palm pressing perfectly against your clit.
the position has your thighs spread wide, knees digging into either side of the couch. her other hand is fisted in the back of your shirt, holding you to her chest like you are something hers.
“that’s it,” she murmurs. “just like that.”
you rock your hips in slow circles, letting the pleasure build. ellie’s eyes don’t leave yours; she watches your face closely, greedily, breathing hot against your cheek.
“still think you’re in charge?” she rasps. “still think you’re worth my time?”
you smile through your moans, eyes fluttering. “kinda.”
ellie chuckles darkly and curls her fingers hard inside you.
your back arches. “fuck-ellie-”
“don’t go all soft on me now,” she says. “you’re the one who started this shit.”
your body rocks with every thrust. your skin stuck to hers, sticky with sweat, thighs trembling.
the video game long forgotten, the room filling with the sound of your panting and the wet slap of her palm against your pussy.
you bury your face in her neck, nearly crying. “ellie-i’m…fuck, i’m close-”
her mouth presses to your ear. “come on, baby. wanna feel you fall apart. wanna see you make a fuckin’ mess on my hand.”
you let out a helpless whimper as your body seizes up, thighs clenching tight, muscles spasming around her fingers. your orgasm tears through you fast and sharp - wave after wave, crashing down.
you tremble in her lap, face pressing to her shoulder, hips jerking against her hand. “oh my god, ellie-”
she slows her fingers, working you through it. one hand stroking your back. her voice low, coaxing. “there you go. just like that, good girl…”
you collapse against her, totally limp, chest heaving.
ellie kisses your temple. “you alright?”
you let out a broken laugh. “now i’m always gonna interrupt your games.”
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wore a white dress and walked in the rain to the barracks so all the knights could see my skin peeking through the fabric and i said “oh my, excuse me ladies, it seems i got myself lost in the downpour… i’m all alone and no one even knows i’m here…” and they just gave me warm clothes and made me soup so i didn’t catch a cold and escorted me back to my room. i fucking hate chivalry
just watched the knight that escorted me pick up a maid and twirl her around and carry her back toward the barracks while she giggled and blushed and kicked her legs. fuck my extravagant princess life
the edge of obedience
⭑ summary: you’ve been pushing abby’s limits all day - teasing, mouthing off, testing her patience. tonight, she’s done playing nice.
⭑ cw: punishment, dom!abby, bratty!sub!reader, powerplay, overstimulation, strap & oral.
you’d been toeing the line since morning.
it started with a smirk over breakfast, a comment that danced just close enough to disrespect. abby raised an eyebrow, but let it slide.
then came the teasing, fingers brushing her thigh under the table, a whisper in her ear that made her jaw tighten. she didn’t say anything, but you saw it. the shift. the warning.
you ignored it.
by the time evening rolled around, you were practically begging for it. mouthing off during dinner, rolling your eyes when she told you to clean up, tossing a “make me” over your shoulder as you walked away.
you didn’t see her follow you at first. didn’t hear her footsteps until the bedroom door slammed shut behind her.
“sit,” she says.
you turn, half-smiling. “or what?”
her eyes narrow. “don’t.”
“don’t what?” you ask, voice light, teasing. “don’t be a brat? too late.”
she crosses the room in three strides, grabs your chin, tilts your face up to hers. her grip isn't cruel, but it is firm. her gaze burns.
“you think this is a game?” she asks, voice low. “you think i’m just gonna let you run your mouth and walk all over me?”
you swallow, heart thudding. “maybe.”
she lets go of your chin, steps back. her hands curl into fists at her sides.
“you want attention,” she says. “you want control. but that’s not how this works.”
you open your mouth, but she cuts you off.
“strip. now.”
you hesitate.
“don’t make me ask twice.”
you obey.
the silence stretches as you undress, piece by piece, until you stand bare before her. she doesn’t move. doesn’t speak. just watches.
“on the bed,” she says finally. “on your knees.”
you climb onto the mattress, heart hammering, limbs trembling with anticipation. you aren't sure what she’s going to do, and that is the point.
“you’ve been testing me all day,” she says. “and i let it slide. i gave you chances. but you didn’t want chances, did you?”
you shake your head.
“you wanted punishment.”
you nod.
she leans down, her mouth close to your ear. “then you’ll get it.”
her voice is calm, controlled, but her frustration simmers beneath every word. you can feel it in the way her fingers grip your jaw again, in the way she holds your gaze like she's daring you to look away.
“you don’t get to mouth off and expect softness,” she says. “not tonight.”
and then everything blurs; her hands, her voice, the heat of her breath against your skin. the world narrows to sensation, to submission, to the sharp edge of obedience.
and when she finally touches you, it isn’t gentle.
it's exactly what you’d asked for.
you’re naked across her thighs, head back against her shoulder, while she makes you watch in the mirror. her strap is buried inside you - thick, black, strapped low on her hips with the harness snug against her abs. she grinds up into you slow, deep, her hand between your thighs spreading your slick around in lazy, messy circles.
you’re already a mess. dripping.
“look at you,” she groans, biting your neck. “fucked dumb already and i haven’t even started.”
you moan, head rolling to the side. “abby, please-“
“shut the fuck up and look.”
she grabs your jaw harshly, turns your face to the mirror and presses a kiss to your throat as she fucks up into you again: rough, brutal, perfect.
“look how good you take it,” she murmurs. “look how fuckin’ pretty you are like this. full of my cock.”
you’re shaking. legs spread wide across her lap. your pussy squelches wetly every time she thrusts. it’s filthy, leaking down your thighs, soaking the strap, your slick making a mess of her abs.
she watches you the whole time, like she can’t get enough. her eyes drag down your body - your bouncing tits, your red bitten lips, your twitching thighs.
“gonna make you come,” she says, low. “i’m feeling nice today, be grateful.”
she circles your clit while she fucks into you, slow and deep. your eyes roll back. you’re crying by the time you come; wet, messy, spasming around the strap.
abby moans loud in your ear. loses it.
“fuck-yes. that’s it, baby. never gonna be a brat again, right? nuh uh.”
and she doesn’t stop.
she flips you over. gets between your legs. spreads you open with her hands and spits on your pussy, then licks it back up like she hasn’t eaten in days.
you scream when her tongue hits your clit. your thighs shake. she doesn’t care.
she holds you down and devours you, messy, obscene, her nose pressed against your pussy, strap grinding against the mattress beneath her like she needs to come too.
and when you sob her name, legs locked around her shoulders, thighs trembling from the overstimulation, she just smiles against your pussy.
“again.”
you’re gasping. “c-can’t-“
“yes you fucking can, and you will. you’ll take everything i give you.”
you come again. and again. until your thighs are soaked and her face is dripping with slick.
when she finally climbs back up, her body flush to yours, you’re trembling.
she kisses your cheeks, bites your neck. pushes her strap in again, hard and deep, until you’re sobbing into the sheets.
“another one,” she whispers. “another one and i’ll come too.”
you feel it, her grinding hard against your ass, her wet cunt rubbing against the base of the strap, desperate to get herself off.
“come with me, baby. be good, do as i say.”
you do. you both do.
she moans when she finishes, her hips jerking, strap inside you as she grinds it deep, riding her orgasm against your soaked pussy. you feel it in her legs. her shaking thighs. her breathless groan against your back.
you’re panting when she pulls out, legs shaking, pussy wrecked.
she kisses your shoulder, still trembling. then slides two fingers back into you, rough.
you whimper, extremely overstimulated. “abby…”
she shushes you, kisses your ear.
“oh baby,” she whispers. “i’m not done with you yet.”
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"Yeah I get really turned on when people are kinda forward about wanting me" - person who struggles to feel desirable
“You just have to take it…”
❤️🔥❤️💙❤️🔥
Credits to 👉🏼 https://x.com/aizheajsee/status/1868970548136755549?s=46
CONDITIONING (or a skeptical abby gets clicker trained and that's really it.)
pairing: ellie williams x abby anderson
contents: clicker training, sub!abby, dom!ellie, one could argue petplay, masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, orgasm denial/control, strap-ons.
word count: 3.2k
"This is pretty ridiculous, even for you, El." Abby levels her with an incredulous look from her spot on their bed, one leg bent, the other stretched out like she’s not planning to move anytime soon. "Hate to break it to you, but I’m not actually a dog."
Ellie just grins, that little sideways twist of her mouth that says she’s holding back something undoubtedly stupid. She rolls the small black clicker between her fingers, the faint plastic rattle almost taunting.
"You’ve let me try worse," she says, and there’s a cocky note under the casual, her thumb stroking over the button like she’s testing its give.
great googly moogly
freckle constellations la la la
ellie williams // tlou
the night fell heavy like a blanket. the blinds are drawn, the streetlight outside bleeding in just enough to add faint silver lines across the room.
you’re sprawled across her lap, cheek pressed to the soft cotton of her shirt, the room lit only by the low amber spill of her desk lamp. her fingers trace idly over your bare shoulder, slow and deliberate, as if she’s mapping something no one else has seen.
you catch it first — a speck of brown just beneath her collarbone.
“is that new?” you ask, pointing.
her gaze flickers down to where your fingertip hovers, then back to your face. “what?”
“that freckle.” you shift closer, as if distance might change the answer. “pretty sure i’ve never seen that one.”
ellie smirks faintly. “pretty sure you’ve seen all of me enough times to know i don’t just… sprout new constellations overnight.”
“constellations,” you repeat, tasting the word. it fits, you decide. “so if they’re constellations… what’s that one called?”
her brow arches. “you’re asking me?”
you shrug. “you’re the one wearing it.”
ellie leans back against the pillow, still smiling. “fine. that one is… coffee mug.”
“incredibly romantic.”
“you asked.”
you make a show of sighing, then push her shirt collar aside with slow fingers, exposing the slope of her shoulder. “alright. let me do this properly.”
you start counting them — soft little touches, each one a point on some uncharted map. one near the dip of her shoulder blade becomes “the lighthouse.” two clustered together on her upper arm form “the sleeping fox.” she laughs under her breath when you insist the faintest, tiniest one is “the lost comet.”
the longer you go, the quieter it gets. your voice drops to match the way her breathing slows. your thumb skims the curve of her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat. you find one just above her heart and pause.
“this one,” you murmur, “is the ellie star. brightest in the galaxy.”
her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smile. “and what makes it the brightest?”
“because it’s yours,” you say simply, and it hangs there between you, warm and unflinching.
her hand comes up to cover yours where it rests against her chest. “you’re ridiculous.” but her voice is soft, and you can feel the way her pulse quickens beneath your fingers.
you keep going, slower now. half the time you don’t even name them anymore — you just trace, connecting invisible lines, inventing skies only the two of you will ever know. she watches you like she’s afraid to break the moment, her other hand still carding lazily through your hair.
eventually your eyelids grow heavy. ellie tilts her head, peering down at you. “you missed one,” she whispers.
“where?”
she taps just over her heart. “right here.”
you touch it with the lightest brush of your fingertip. “the home star,” you murmur, not even thinking about it before the words fall out.
you’re already half-asleep when you feel her shift, lips brushing your hair.
“all my stars are yours,” she says so quietly you’re not sure you didn’t dream it.
this is SO CUTE
imagine telling abby that you can take her on…
now she’s got you sprawled out on the training mats in the gym, the worn vinyl sticking to the sweaty skin of your shoulders. it had taken her less than a minute to knock your feet out from under you, barely breaking a sweat as she successfully wrestles you to the ground.
wonderful. ill take 100 of these
needy ! sub ! ellie
cw ! sub!ellie. oral (r receiving.) desperation. begging. ellie cums untouched. teasing. a little power play. loser!ellie-ish. requested. had to re-upload sorryy.
you're slouched over your laptop, busy answering emails while the screen's dull glow bites into your eyes, adding tenfold to the ache burrowed deep within your skull. the gentle clack of your keyboard is the only sound in the room — until the bedroom door creaks open.
ellie steps in, flushed and disheveled like she's going through withdrawal. not that you notice though, you don't even look up. "els, i'm busy."
she dampens her bottom lip with a quick swipe of her tongue. "i know," she says, voice small. careful. she crosses the room slowly, coming to stand behind you. you keep working, eyes glued to the screen as she pushes your hair aside and presses a kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear. you shiver, but your hands don't stop moving.
"i know you're stressed," she murmurs, "and i know i shouldn't bother you, but.." her voice trails, growing quieter. you sigh gently through your nose, calm but tired. "but what, ellie?"
behind you, ellie lets out a shaky breath, followed by a broken whimper. "please let me eat you out," she whispers. your fingers pause over the keys. for a second. then you start typing again, like you didn't hear her.
she leans in closer, kissing your jaw, "please," she repeats, softer this time. "you don't have to do anything. you don't have to stop working. i'll stay under the desk — i'll be quiet. please? i need to taste you." her voice breaks off into a soft, desperate whine.
you swallow. hard.
"i've been thinking about it all day," she continues, and her voice cracks a little. "about how you sound when you're close. about your thighs around my head. i need it, baby."
a few seconds of silence follows.
then ellie gently pulls the chair back, just enough to slip beneath the desk. she sinks to her knees in front of you, hands resting on your thighs like she's trying to keep herself in check. "i'll be good," she breathes, kissing your thighs once, then again. "please let me."
ellie's breath is warm against your skin. her hands tighten ever so slightly on your thighs, like she's bracing for a rejection.
instead, you shift down in the chair. just a little. just enough. "you better be quiet," you say, half-teasing. your thighs part slowly, giving her the space she begged for. "i will," she promises instantly, breathless. "i swear, i will — just, fuck, thank you."
you smirk to yourself. who thanks someone for this? ellie was beyond desperate, but god, she's fucking cute.
she mouths over the fabric of your panties, slow and reverent. her fingers trail up your thighs, pushing them further apart until they're draped over the arm rests.
she starts with slow, desperate kitten licks over your panties. she's trying to keep herself at bay. to stay quiet while you work. but she's too needy. kitten licks progress into long, eager strokes of her tongue against the damp fabric, like she's trying to soak up whatever she can. but it's not enough. you can hear it in the tiny whines caught in her throat. see it in the way her brows draw together, her tongue flattening harder, sloppier, like she's getting frustrated.
"fuck," she pants against the cloth, her breath hot and heady. "i can't— baby, i can't taste you enough." she drags her tongue over the wet spot again, but it's still not satisfying her. not even close.
her spit clings to your puffy clit through the fabric, and every brush of her tongue sends little shocks up your thighs, making it harder to focus on your waiting emails. the blinking cursor taunts you, but your brain is too fogged up with heat and pressure and the soft, helpless sounds coming from under the desk. you'd be lying if you said you didn't crave more, too.
her fingers curl around the band of your panties, tugging the fabric aside. her breath catches when she gets her first look at your soaked cunt. "fuck," she pants quietly, hot air fanning over you. she's talking to herself more than to you. she leans in and kisses your clit before swirling her tongue to gather the slick clinging to it. it makes you clench around nothing. "taste so good— fuck," she grunts.
she's slurping, spitting, and licking like she doesn't know what to do first. her tongue moves everywhere, messy and wild, like she's trying to drink you in.
you glance down at her. her eyes are half-lidded, glazed over, mouth messy and pink and already slick with spit and arousal. she looks wrecked, and she's barely even started.
"ellie," you warn softly. "you're being loud." it's more teasing than anything. you gave up on the emails a while ago. "i know," she gasps, pulling back just enough to speak. "i'm sorry — i'm trying, i just— fuck, you taste so good, i can't think-" the words tumble out of her in one breathless stream, and they're barely past her lips before her mouth is back on you. her head moves side to side, yeah, she's desperate for that taste.
one of your hands drift down into her hair, fingers threading through before you tug, just enough to make her gasp. "quiet," you murmur, low and stern, letting her think you're actually capable of stopping her now. she nods quickly, mouth sealing over your clit again. you feel her whimper into your cunt like an apology. like she'll be quiet now.
but she won't. she's too far gone.
her hands are gripping your thighs so tight it boarders on bruising. you let your head fall back, mouth parting in a quiet gasp as her tongue works faster. she's not methodical anymore. not careful. she's ravenous. her tongue moves like she wants to memorize you with her mouth. that faint numbness is already spreading through your core and thighs. god, ellie is skilled — but more than that, she's hungry.
every time she pulls back for a breath, she's muttering something half-coherent against your skin: "so fuckin' sweet-mmph- your pussy's s'- fucking perfect-" her words blur into whines. you push her hair back, just to see her glassy eyes. she's totally gone, hips rutting against nothing but the carpet. you just know the poor girl's soaked through her boxers.
ellie is pussy-drunk. helpless.
and she hasn't even made you cum yet.
she shifts just enough — lips wrapping around your achy clit, sucking gently before dragging her tongue in tight circles, right there, over and over. she moans when your thighs twitch, when your hips start to rise. like she knows what's coming. like she's proud she's the one doing it.
"f-fuck, ellie-"
that's all it takes. pleasure slams into you, white-hot and blinding. your thighs clamp around her head and she groans into you, mouth never stopping. your thighs squeeze harder, and then she falls apart.
it starts with choked little gasps against your cunt, then her body shutters — shoulders tightening, hips jerking helplessly against the air as she cums untouched. her moan is high and broken, muffled by your pussy.
you feel her lose it, crying quietly into your cunt, still licking even as her body grows weak. she's gone. you're shaking.
after the haze, ellie stays tucked between your thighs, lazily kissing your inner thighs. you're slowly getting back into the rhythm of answering emails, fingers sluggish on the keys, brain still foggy with bliss.
ellie's so fucking good at making you cum. so good at de-stressing you. and honestly? you have no idea why your friends never believe you.
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ooooooh this eats….
──𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑;
(established!sevika x reader): you finally figure out what's been bothering your girlfriend and make all her dreams come true.
- wc: 5.8k | cw: sub top!sevika, fingering, face-sitting, oral sex, voyeurism, strap-ons, praise kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, overstim, MINORS DNI.
- note: just a little treat before i go out of town this weekend! i hope you enjoy :3
It is unlike Sevika to be nervous.
Correction: it's unlike Sevika to be nervous in a way that shows. She's a woman who keeps her cards close, who moves through the world like someone who has already calculated every possible outcome. A bit neurotic, all things considered.
But something's shifted lately, and you’ve started noticing the small things: the way she jumps a little when you speak suddenly, like she's been too far in her own head to hear you coming. The distant look in her eyes when she thinks you’re not watching, not pensive exactly but preoccupied, like there's a thought she keeps chewing on but hasn’t dared to spit out.
oughhhhh this is fire