when sevika meets you, it’s like something out of a cheesy rom-com. it’s the middle of a cold, grey winter, and there you are at the bus stop. hair in a tight bun, legs adorned with light pink tights, and a frilly leotard to match. your zip-up jacket doesn’t conceal you at all from the bitter weather.
the second sevika sees you, she starts unzipping her heavy winter coat. the temperature was piercing, but she didn’t care. there was a cute ballerina freezing to death right next to her!
“hey…would you wanna borrow this? it’s way too cold for a light jacket like that, don’t want you to get sick or something.”
and the second you see sevika, light blush on her face with a hand outstretched to offer her jacket, a thousand lightening bolts shock your heart. you don’t yet know who this incredibly kind a wickedly handsome person is, but you know in your gut that you will find out.
you get sevika’s number so that you can ‘meet up’ to give her the coat back.
sevika asks you out after texting back and forth for a few days. she invites you to a cute cafe in town, one of those pretty ones that are covered in plants and vintage art.
you bring her coat to return it, but she insists that you keep it.
she pays for your drink and your pastry without hesitation. sevika is fidgeting with her sleeves the whole time. acting all shy as if she’s some high schooler who’s about to hold hands with a girl for the first time.
the two of you spend a whole afternoon getting to know each other. you learn all about her mechanic job and her two dogs and how she really likes doing crossword puzzles. she learns about how you’re a professional ballerina and you spend all your time at the dance studio.
sevika is so smitten it’s unreal. and when she sees you wearing her jacket when your ready to leave, she knows its game over. her heart can’t take it.
dating sevika is a literal dream. she’ll take you to every rehearsal and be in the front row of every single performance.
after every performance she greets you with a bouquet of flowers and the proudest smile plastered on that handsome face of hers.
“you were amazing as always, baby. i was cheering your name so loud at the end! did you hear?”
sevika will rub your sore feet after you’ve been in point shoes all day. every dancer knows just how fucked up your feet can get from those things. she’ll help you soak them in a salt bath and raise them up while she gently massages the pain away. she’s always gentle with you.
sevika prefers date nights at home. her perfect evening with you includes cooking you dinner, eating with you in the living room while watching a movie, and splitting you open in bed.
on the topic of the bedroom…
the first time having sex with sevika is after dance rehearsal. you come to her apartment exhausted and stressed about an upcoming performance.
while you’re trying to rant to your girlfriend, she gets a little distracted. every inch of your gorgeous body is on display in your tight leotard. and the way your legs are clothed in those sexy tights…she wants to eat you alive.
“…and the choreographer was being ridiculous. my feet were sickled for maybe half a second and-”
“can i help you relax?” sevika interrupts.
she gently grabs your hips with a smirk, peeling the straps of your leotard down.
“so worked up, aren’t you babe? let me make you feel better, please.”
sevika frees you from your tight dance clothes and nearly moans at the sight of your body. bare and needy, and it’s all for her. she gently lays you down on her bed, kisses trailing from your lips and throat to your stomach and thighs.
she licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, warm tongue sending shockwaves through your veins. she groans at the taste, greedily lapping at your pussy. she can’t get enough of the sweetness of you. and your cunt is nearly drooling over the way she eats you like you’re her last meal.
“god, you taste so damn good,” she growls into you, eyes dark as she pushes her tongue inside you. her nose rubs on your clit with every movement.
you’ve never cum so quickly in your entire life. watching her eat your pussy like a woman starved, the feeling of her hot tongue, her nose on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. it’s no wonder your eyes are rolling back into your skull after only a few minutes.
you clench around her tongue, whimpering out her name as she works you through your orgasm. once you start squirming from overstimulation, she comes up to kiss you.
if you’re into penis you’re bi. sorry the truth hurts you🤥 women like you claiming to be lesbian while attracted to a literal male sex organ are so fucking gross.
my pinned post says “no transphobes” so kindly leave this terf bs out of my inbox !!!
gender is so much more than sex organs. lesbians with dicks you are so loved <3 don’t let the jk rowling wannabes tell you otherwise
lesbian a female homosexual you dumb fuck, no lesbian is into penis and if you’re claiming to be a lesbian and you like penis you’re bi lmao. lesbians are same sex attracted meaning they’re into vaginas and not gross ass penis🤮
wow! lots of emotions in this message. here’s my response.
i believe that transgender women are women. i also believe that private parts don’t define someone’s gender.
trans females have existed for a very long time. the same way homosexuality has existed for a very long time. and you can be homosexual and transgender. trans lesbians are real and just as valid as cis female lesbians, and gender non-conforming lesbians are just as valid as women.
as for the comment on my own sexuality,
while this may be tmi, i feel its important. i do not date men. i do not have sex with men. i do not desire men in any sense of the word. whether a man is cisgender or transgender, they are of no interest to me. i am not bisexual. my sexuality and view on gender transcends whether or not a person has a penis or a vagina. i date and sleep with people who are not men. this includes trans women, cis women, and others who do not identify as men. i am also only interested in other lesbians. there is not a bone in my body that is attracted to men. and for anyone to try and insinuate that and be transphobic is not welcome here.
you are allowed to have a genitalia preference. you are allowed to not want to have sex or have relations with someone who doesn’t have a vagina. that’s your business, not mine. but do not force lesbians to fit in a cis-normative box.
in conclusion, support trans people. support lesbians. support black trans women. support other local queer people. spread love.
and to any girl with a dick reading this, you are a woman and you are valid !!!
cw: age gap, modern setting, sfw & nsfw, idk this is just feeding my delusions
older!sevika will always give you a ride. in fact, the thought of you having to drive yourself anywhere makes her sad. you’re a princess who deserves to be chauffeured around!
she’ll pick you up in her truck from your college classes with your favorite drink from dunkin in the cupholder. she’ll wake up at seven in the morning just so she can drive you to your eight A.M class.
“babe, it’s your day off. you need to rest, i can drive myself!”
“is that some sort of joke? get in the truck.”
older!sevika is physically incapable of watching a movie with you without falling asleep. the second her ass hits the couch in your apartment, it’s like she swallowed ten melatonin gummies.
you guys are cuddling up under a blanket, peacefully enjoying some movie you found after scrolling through disney plus for ten minutes. around fifteen minutes into the movie, you turn to see her eyes closed, softly snoring against the pillow.
“sevi…c’mon, wake up. it’s been like…thirty seconds.”
she stirs awake with a groan. “i’m awake, i’m awake. i won’t pass out again, promise.”
she falls back asleep twenty minutes later.
older!sevika is, contrary to popular belief, a huge fan of romantic sex. she hates quickies, they just don’t satisfy her need to be intimate with you in every sense of the word.
she loves to take her sweet time with you. making out turns to gentle grinding on her lap, which then turns to neck bites and soft rubs on your hardened nipples. she won’t touch your cunt until she’s positive that you’re dripping with need. everything with sevika is an expression of her love. every deep thrust of her strap into your pussy is filled with sweetness and appreciation for you.
during aftercare, she’ll do whatever you ask. she’ll rub your back, get you water, feed you, clean you up in the bath. the whole time she’s mumbling praises in your ear about how much she loves you.
and on that note…
older!sevika gets turned on by the most random things. wearing her shirt? she’s ripping it off and getting on her knees for you. doing work with a concentrated look on your face? she’s blushing down to her neck. singing along to a song in the car? she’s pulling over and tonguing you down.
“babe…i’m studying for midterms. what are you kissing my neck for?”
“you’re so hot when you’re focused. i think it’s time for a break, baby girl.”
older!sevika starts facetiming you during her lunch at the office. she’ll listen to you talk about your classes or your outfit or the weather for the entire hour she has free. the whole reason she calls you every day is so she can hear your voice and look at your gorgeous face.
she’ll have her phone propped up against a stack of papers on her desk, staring at you through the screen with hearts in her eyes like a cartoon character. nodding mindlessly as whatever you need to rant about, completely at peace due to the sound of you.
older!sevika smokes a concerning amount of cigs, just like in the canon universe. between clients at work? she’s going out back to smoke. after sex? she’s smoking in bed. driving you somewhere? she’s smoking in the car with the window rolled down. she’s literally always coughing.
that being said, she thinks vaping is just ridiculous. she just thinks it’s lame. if you vape (like me), she’ll make the most dramatic, grossed out face the second you pull it out. it smells too sweet, and they’re like forty bucks a piece.
she will absolutely buy you a new one when she’s out getting herself cigarettes, though. she can’t say no to you ever.
here is the sex tape w/abby ! ty for all the votes on the poll my loves >_<
abby anderson x fem reader
cw: sex tapes, soft dom top abby, sub bottom reader, strap referred to as dick/cock, masturbation mention, modern setting bc what else do i write
abby hates plenty of things. she hates when the machines she wants to use are taken at the gym. she hates when people watch videos in public without headphones. she hates when her hair won’t cooperate in the morning when she tries to braid it. but there’s one thing she hates more than all.
being away from you.
not being able to wake up with you, kiss you, touch you. it’s torture. so when she finds out she has to go on a work trip for a week, she’s crushed.
but you have a plan. a plan that involves her having something to hold her over for a week. if she can’t touch you, she can at least watch herself touch you.
and that’s how you end up here, in your bed, with abby’s phone propped up against some books on the bedside table.
abby’s strong hands are holding your legs open, her warm mouth gently suckling your clit. every moan and whimper that leaves your mouth has her grinding her hips against the plush duvet cover.
“oh baby,” she groans into you. “keep moaning for me, just like that. i love your noises so much.”
despite her rough exterior and intimidating personality, abby is so gentle with you. taking you apart with her tongue like you’re made of glass and will break at any moment.
“cum in my mouth, babygirl. cum for me and you can have my dick.”
you look over at the phone, a bit embarrassed at the idea of cumming on camera. sure, this was your idea. but in the moment it feels humiliating.
“abby…s’embarrassing,” you whine.
her tongue is unrelenting, and despite how uncomfortable it may feel to have it on camera, you can’t stop yourself from cumming as she laps at your sopping cunt.
abby kisses you gently, giving you a taste of yourself.
“there you go, sweetheart. came all over my face like a good girl.”
you moan at the praise, satisfied that you’re making her happy.
“and since you did what i asked, you can have my cock now.”
abby lines herself up, slowly stretching your aching pussy. her cock reaches parts of you that your fingers can’t even dream of. she knows exactly how to make you feel good.
her pace starts off slow and deep, making sure you can feel every inch of her cock inside of you.
“look how deep i am…i can’t wait to fuck myself while watching this in my hotel.”
you can’t help but whimper at that, imagining abby in her hotel room, three fingers deep in her cunt as she watches herself fuck you. horny, touch starved abby drooling at the sight of her own cock inside you.
“it’s so deep, abs…shit,” you groan, spreading your legs further. you need her deep, hard, and fast.
“need it faster. please abby.”
and she’ll do anything to make you feel good, so of course you get it faster. she’d go at the speed of light if it made your moans get louder and your legs shakier.
abby’s thrusts quicken, hips slapping against your thighs and ass as she fucks you.
“look at the camera, baby. watch yourself getting fucked on camera. shit…my little porn star, aren’t you?”
your face turns to the phone, and fuck, you could do this every day. knowing that abby is rearranging your guts, and she’ll have that all to herself. her own personal porno. just for her to get off.
“m’gonna cum, abby. please let me cum.”
abby fucking whines at your pleas, increasing the speed of her thrusts and gently circling your pulsing clit with her thumb.
“cum on my dick, sweet girl. cum all over it on camera. fuck.”
your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you cum, making direct eye contact with phone. you want abby to see you cum whenever she wants to. whenever she needs to see it, she can see it.
abby slowly fucks you through your orgasm, decreasing her pace as you come down from your high. she pulls her cock out of you gently, groaning at the sight of it covered in your slick.
“you came so well for me, sweetheart,” she says to your panting, limp figure. she gets off the bed and turns the camera off, knowing that she’ll be satisfied for the whole work trip.
hiii, could you write something about sevika corrupting a sweet church girl?
your blog is really cute btw <3
omg omg omg !!! i’ve been dying to write something like this, thank you for the request!!
sevika x fem reader
cw: religion, corruption, implied age gap, fingering, semi-public.
you’re a good girl. made good grades in school, good daughter, good sister, kind person. you never miss a sunday service. and if you must, you’ll be at the church for service on monday afternoon. you spend your life being pure, avoiding sin wherever it may rear its devilish head.
no pride or greed or lust. just simple, sweet purity.
that is, until you meet that lady.
every day on your walk home from mass you see her. maybe mid forties, dark hair, and easily six feet tall. she stands outside the deli every morning at 11:45 on the dot for her smoke break.
and every sunday morning she says hello, or good morning, or asks how ‘sunday school’ is going. it’s strange. you always give her a smile, say hello back, but she seems so condescending. like every word she says to you is secretly making fun of you.
you don’t really know her either, which is weird. it’s a small town, everyone knows each other. not…her thought. she’s just an impossibly rude person you see on sundays that causes you to remember the jesus was always kind to strangers.
it’s a cold january morning, sidewalks slick with ice. like clockwork, that woman is standing outside the deli with her cigar.
“careful, virgin mary. don’t want you slippin’ out here.”
okay, rude.
“i’m okay, no need to worry,” you respond, stopping in your tracks in front of her. the gaze she holds on you is almost uncomfortable. she’s staring down at you like she’ll burst out laughing at any moment. like the mere idea of you is just hilarious to her.
“sevika, by the way. my name.”
oh. sevika. okay.
“y/n. it’s nice to properly meet you. i’ve never seen you around outside of…this.”
“i’m not very social” she responds.
you smile. you certainly know the best way for people to find community in town.
“well, there’s a service on mon-”
she cuts you off with a scoff. “not interested. not the place for me.”
“why not?”
sevika leans closer, letting her lips fall near your ears.
“i like smoking, drinking, cursing, fucking. it’s not the place for me, princess.”
you clutch the cross around your neck with a gasp. this is wrong on so many levels. sinful, disgusting, unnatural…and yet you feel your face getting impossibly redder.
sevika stomps out her cigarette. “see you next sunday, princess.”
whether you like it or not, sevika evokes quite a bit of lust in you. her smirk, her piercing grey eyes, her muscles that stretch the fabric of her impossibly tight tshirt…you can’t help it. the forbidden fruit is strong. you suppose it’s all a part of the lord’s plan. send you a taste of homosexual temptation and watch you be a true follower.
you aren’t though.
you entertain her flirting, all her lustful stares, and your church dresses start to come above the knee just to give her something to look at. you don’t know why you like this so much. it’s gross. it’s wrong. it’s against god’s wishes.
but jesus christ, one look from sevika and that all goes out the window. every good christian moral, everything you’ve known to be true disappears the second sevika locks eyes with you.
after a monday evening service, you take your weekly stroll home. it’s dinner time, and sevika is working.
you open the door to the deli, seeing sevika behind the counter. you watch silently as she meticulously rearranges the meats on display.
“i could use some dinner, sevika” you say and she perks up, brief shock replaced with her signature smirk.
“princess. c’mon back, i’ll make you whatever sandwich you want.”
and she does. you’re sitting on a wooden stool in the back of the deli, making small talk. sevika’s presence feels strangely right, like these little moments were made to happen. maybe this was the lord’s plan after all.
sevika steps closer, towering over you.
“you have sauce on your lips. messy eater, huh princess?”
she takes her calloused thumb and wipes the sauce away, eyes never leaving yours. the air feels thicker and your face feels hotter. and without skipping a beat, your lips on on sevika’s.
she stammers a bit in shock, then immediately gaining back control. she wraps her hand around the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. you can feel her smirking against you, prying your lips apart and exploring the inside of your mouth with her tongue.
her lips feel like the missing piece of a puzzle, perfectly slotting against yours in a dance of passion and affection. she’s calculated with the way she kisses, making sure you feel every bit of her tongue gliding against your mouth.
“sevika-” you pant, pulling away. “we shouldn’t, i-it’s not right.”
“shush, princess,” she growls, “gods not watching right now.”
and maybe he’s not. so fuck it. you nod and let sevika pull your blouse off, pushing her head into your chest. she litters your chest in bites, reveling in the sweet moans you let out.
her hands make their way under your skirt, silently asking for permission to pull your slick panties down.
all you can do is nod, desperate and utterly dumb for her touch.
“so soft, princess…” she moans, “so wet. is that all for me?”
another nod.
“you gonna be a good girl?”
another nod.
sevika pulls hand away with an evil grin. “words. or you aren’t getting shit from me.”
“yes, it’s all for you. yes, i’ll be good. please hurry before i remember that i’m a woman of god and stop,” you groan.
her ring finger circles your swollen clit, spreading your folds and rubbing you down to your needy hole. one of her thick fingers is enough to stretch you out, walls tightening around her as she slowly moves in and out of your cunt.
“tight fuckin’ pussy…so pure and innocent, huh? just a good little church girl who likes other women fucking her greedy cunt?”
she chuckles darkly at herself, and at the way you get even tighter at her mean words. so humiliating, so blasphemous, so unholy. and yet every deep, deliberate thrust has you closer and closer to cumming.
“sevika,” you whimper, “i can’t hold it, please.”
“is that right?” she teases.
“you can cum, baby. but make sure to repent after.”
SUMMARY: After Jesse invites his team mate to game night and she wipes the floor with everyone in trivia, he adds her to the group chat. Abby fits right in, joining the banter like she’s always been part of the crew. Things take turn when she messages you about book recommendations. Was that really the reason, or was it just a way to talk to you? What starts as casual conversation soon feels a little different, leaving you wondering if there’s more to this than just a friendly chat.
WARNINGS: profanities, ignore time stamps, this is my first smau pls be nice
thank you for the req my love!! merry (late) xmas everyone !!! i hope you enjoy
sevika x fem reader
cw: hcs and a bit of smut
gamer!sevika loves to escape reality for a few hours on her games. she loves getting away to her magical game world where nothing really matters and just pretending she’s there for a bit.
gamer!sevika thinks her setup is cool as shit and gets really blushy when someone compliments it.
gamer!sevika is actually pretty bad at most video games at first. she has a hard time with the controller.
on a similar note, she crashes out over her games all the time. once she choked and lost a match for her whole team and snapped her controller in half. she doesn’t know her own strength. also loves to rage quit and then gets sad the next day when her progress didn’t save :(
gamer!sevika gets you to give stardew valley a try and you end up completing the community center within the first in-game year. you marry maru and sev gets really jealous. sevika marries hayley because she likes mean femmes
gamer!sevika absolutely melts when you fill up her water bottle or bring her a snack while she’s playing a game.
she loves having you around while she plays. sometimes she’ll sit you on her lap during a game so you can feel each other.
on that note…
if you’re feeling needy and need her attention, she’ll mute her mic and let you grind yourself into her thigh while she plays.
she’ll let you do just about anything while she plays. you want to get off? you can cum on her lap as much as you need to. you want to make her feel good? she’s got you underneath her desk, lapping her up as she beats levels. need something more than her thigh? she’ll let you bounce on all you want. she’ll even thrust up into you when her game is on a loading screen.
gamer!sevika almost passes out when you buy a costume and dress up as her favorite character. your little outfit is ripped off in seconds the moment she sees you.
im sorry this is short but i love you all so much also thank u for 500 follower!!! mwah mwah kisses
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SUMMARY : you and abby anderson go to the same college, and are in the same english class — you’re polar opposites who clash at every turn. abby is carefree and confident, whereas you’re more focused and disciplined. when you’re forced to partner up on a project, your rivalry deepens, but an unexpected connection does too. as abby pushes you to loosen up, your dynamic shifts from competitive to something far more complicated.
AUTHOR NOTE : im sorry for not posting in a while!!! a lot of stuff has just been going on but chapter 4 yay!!
WARNINGS : none i think !!
CHAPTER IV : BREAKING POINT
“angel?”
you froze at the sound of her voice. when you looked up, there she was — abby, standing a few feet away, her expression softer than you’d ever seen it.
“go away,” you mumbled, swiping at your eyes, sat with your knees up and your head resting on them.
she didn’t.
instead, she sat down next to you on the bottom of the stairwell, close enough that her presence felt grounding but not overwhelming.
“you looked like you needed a break,” abby said gently, her voice low.
you laughed bitterly. “a break? i just humiliated myself in front of everyone. i couldn’t even finish my presentation.”
abby tilted her head. “you didn’t humiliate yourself. you’re just… human. it happens.”
you shot her a sharp look, the frustration and hurt bubbling to the surface.
“not to you. you’re always so.. so perfect. like nothing gets to you.”
abby blinked, and for the first time, you saw something like hurt flicker across her face.
“you think i’m perfect?”
“don’t start,” you said, your voice cracking as you speak quietly.
she sighed and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling tiles.
“i’m not perfect. trust me. i screw things up all the time. my dad’s this incredible doctor, and im always wondering if i’ll ever measure up. but you? you’re… amazing. even when you’re too hard on yourself.”
her words made your chest ache. you wanted to argue, but the lump in your throat stopped you.
“i’m so tired,” you whispered instead.
abby’s voice softened. “then stop trying to carry everything on your own.”
the vulnerability in her tone cracked something open in you. you looked at her, and she held your gaze, her expression steady and unflinching.
“i don’t know how,” you admitted, looking back down at the stairs.
abby hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
“let me help you. you don’t have to go through this alone, silly girl. not with me here.”
something about the way she said it, so earnest and unguarded, made the tears spill over again. you didn’t fight them this time. instead, you let abby pull you into a loose embrace, her arms warm and solid around you.
“i’m sorry,” you murmured against her shoulder, sniffing to cover up the tears falling down your face.
“for what?”
“for avoiding you. for everything.”
abby pulled back just enough to look at you, a faint smile on her lips.
“i was wondering when you’d realise I’m not that easy to get rid of.”
you let out a shaky laugh, and something inside you loosened. for the first time in days, you felt like you could breathe.
“i missed you,” you admitted quietly.
abby’s smile widened, her usual cocky charm shining through. “of course you did. look at me.”
you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in her tone settled in your chest like a balm.
the silence between you stretched, comfortable this time. abby reached out and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. your breath hitched, and when you looked at her, the playful glint in her eyes was replaced with something deeper.
“angel,” she started, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “i—”
you shook your head quickly. “don’t. not yet.”
she studied you for a moment before nodding. “okay. not yet.”
but the unspoken promise was there.
for now, this was enough.
it started small.
a message from abby popped up on your phone the next day.
hi angel
you okay?
you stared at it for a long time, debating whether to respond. your chest still felt tight from the presentation, and the memory of abby’s arms around you was fresh, almost too raw. but in the end, you typed back a hesitant:
i’m fine
thankyou
that seemed to be enough for her to start breaking down the walls you’d built. she didn’t push—abby never did. instead, she started showing up in the little ways.
during class, you noticed her sliding a copy of her notes toward you when the professor went too fast for you to keep up.
at the library, she’d casually drop off a coffee at your table without a word before heading off to her own seat.
and when you were both in study groups for different classes, she’d catch your eye across the room and give you a small, reassuring smile.
it was maddening and comforting all at once.
one evening, abby showed up outside your dorm. you opened the door, surprised to see her standing there with a takeout bag in her hand and that infuriating grin on her face.
“figured you hadn’t eaten yet,” she said, holding up the bag.
“abby, you don’t have to—”
“i know,” she interrupted, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “but i want to.”
you sighed, letting the door close behind her. as she unpacked the food, you couldn’t help but notice how easily she filled the space. she sat on the floor like she belonged there, cross-legged and already picking at her fries.
“come on,” she said, patting the spot next to her. “you’re not gonna let me eat all of this by myself, are you?”
despite yourself, you smiled and sat down. it felt normal. comfortable.
there conversation stayed light— abby told you about a lab experiment gone wrong she’d witnessed earlier that day, and you laughed despite your lingering stress. for a little while, it felt like the tension between you had faded, like things were slowly falling back into place.
but when she left that night, you found yourself standing at the door long after she’d gone, your chest heavy with the weight of all the things you couldn’t say yet.
the next time you were alone with abby, it was during one of your late-night study sessions. the project was almost finished, and you were both sitting in the quiet corner of the library that had become your unofficial spot.
abby was leaning back in her chair, balancing a pen between her fingers as she watched you skim through your notes.
“youre doing it again,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence.
“doing what?” you asked without looking up.
“that thing where you overthink everything.”
you sighed, dropping your pen. “i’m not overthinking. i’m just trying to get this right.”
abby leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she studied you. “you always do. you know that, right?”
her words caught you off guard. you glanced at her, and there was something in her expression that made your heart stumble—something softer than her usual teasing grin.
“abby, why are you—”
“because i care, angel,” she interrupted, her voice quieter than usual.
the words hung in the air between you, heavy and loaded with meaning. you felt your pulse quicken, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say.
“i..” You hesitated, your throat tightening.
abby sighed and leaned back again, running a hand through her hair. “you don’t have to say anything. i just— i can’t pretend anymore. i care about you. more than i probably should.”
her confession was raw, unguarded in a way that made your chest ache. you opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.
“it’s okay,” abby said, standing up and grabbing her bag. “take your time. i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
before you could stop her, she was gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the weight of what she’d just said.
for the rest of the night, you couldn’t focus on anything else. abby’s words replayed in your mind, over and over, until they were the only thing you could hear.
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