synopsis: Dr. Sevika hc’s — being with a Doctor who usually runs the ED like a tight-fisted screw , keeping everyone in line , tight and strict , undeniably has a thing for the med student she keeps at her side , you .
cw: Afab!medstudent!reader x Attending!Doctor!Sevika , age gap , smut , fingering , fluff , angst , death mentioned , maybe some inaccurate use of medical terms , self harm mentioned , strap-on , cunnilingous , nicknames used such as ; doctor , love, sweetheart , etc.
a/n: watch the pitt NOW guys
❝you’re shameless, love❞
Doctor!Sevika who always guides your hand when you use a scalpel. You feel the weight of her presence behind you, her fingers a solid precision as the beeping of monitors blur out into a familiar, systematic background.
“Ease in. More pressure.” She commanded, her voice composed no matter the situation like a screw that never came unbolted against storms.
You nodded, eyes veering off towards the depths of the scalpel melting into the skin, applying more pressure just like she said.
“Like this?” You whispered out, moving your head to the side to get a glance at her face. You wanted to see her lips move as she praised you—it never failed to make you feel warm inside, even if the words didn’t land as soft and buttery—but cold and acknowledgeable for someone of your skill.
“Just like that.” Her fingers moved over yours, rough hands turned gentle for co-ordination of the scalpel. “Good girl.”
Doctor!Sevika who always steals you from other cases. She barges in the room without blinking an eye at the person, only tracking you like a turret with a personal bone to pick.
“You, come with me, there’s a trauma 1 and you’re working on it with me.”
Doctor!Sevika who somehow looks even more sexier at the end of her shift. Her brown hair she holds half up half down grows messy—strands out of place that were usually so strict in place, eyes looking like they’re attached to dumbbells, and yet, you can’t keep your eyes off of her.
Doctor!Sevika who expects you to answer her questions no matter what you’re doing.
You’re surveying the severity of a life-threatening situation, walking around the gurney with practiced ease as Sevika strides in, watching like an overseeing hawk.
“What med do we give them?” She questions you directly, pulling on a pair of gloves and letting them snap against her thick, bruising fingers as she walks over.
“Epinephrine 1:10,000, one milligram for cardiac arrest.” You didn’t look up at her.
“Correct.”
Doctor!Sevika who smokes outside of the hospital by the ambulances at bay. She liked the nicotine rush. Liked the feeling of the smoke grazing her lungs despite knowing in depth what it did. Or maybe—just maybe, she liked when you would come out for a break, panting as if you were on the midst of a breakdown, and immediately straighten up when you see her, aiming to make a dry joke about her addiction to smoking beneath it all.
“Smoking, doctor?” You managed to catch your breath, making the words come out slippery and airless. “Thought you’d know better…” you shot her a sheepish smile—one that was supposed to be teasing, but your face was too exhausted in pouting lines to move sharply into real amusement.
“None of us know better in reality, we chose to work here, after all.” Sevika scoffed, though you saw—or hoped, and begged, that your words landed right as you saw her upper lip twitching north momentarily.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you break news to a patient’s loved one’s alone. She can see the hollowness prolonging your face after losing a patient. One as young as a teenager—she sees the familiar blame, the guilt—the nauseating shame of needing to do something more than you could have done. It was a baggage she had learnt to leave at doors.
Doctor!Sevika who takes up a lot of space in the ER, bouncing between rooms like she was made to save lives. Despite the scrubs she wears, hiding any trace of body underneath, stethoscope loose around the neck, she never fails to be everywhere all at once, even if you told yourself that wasn’t possible.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you overwork yourself.
Your arms ache, pain springing through it like stabbing needles from the chest compressions that never seemed to bring back even a faint pulse. Sweat created a sheen like layer over your skin, reflecting fluorescent light like a beam of a flashlight. The patient’s face becomes blurry in front of you, chapped lips—blood stained across their face. You couldn’t lose another one. Couldn’t afford anymore blood on your hands for the sake of your sanity.
Your fingers trembled, echoed voices directing information before a familiar one cut through.
“Switch. Now.”
You looked up swiftly. Your breathe staggered, head shaking.
“I’m fine.” You retorted back sharply, letting out a pant.
“This isn’t about you this is about the patient. You’re losing quality. Laura, switch with her now.” She waved her hand dismissively towards you, another doctor moving past you as you stumbled back. Her words were harsh and cold, but nothing could match her eyes landing onto yours amongst the storm.
“Take ten.”
“I’m fine.” You repeated, stepping closer to the end of the patient as your eyes scanned over them again.
Whatever Sevika was thinking behind her grey eyes; it was clear she wasn’t having your refusal. She stepped closer—dangerously close, intimately close, brushing a hand against your arm.
“I said take. Ten.”
Doctor!Sevika who started driving you home after your shifts has finished. You were waiting for another nurse to sign off for the day, leaning against the car-park as the weariness of the day that had burrowed itself deep within you starting to slither out.
You let out a tired sigh, the loneliness of the shifts always felt daunting after losing a patient. But it was inevitable. You heard the same lines everyday.
‘It’s not your fault.’
‘Don’t let it get to you.’
‘Leave the baggage when you come through the door.’
‘You did all you could. There’s nothing more you could’ve done.”
But that gnawing hollowness inside of you was interrupted by a flash of head-lights. You looked up, seeing that familiar stature with gripped fingers against the steering wheel.
Sevika.
She didn’t speak—didn’t bother to roll down her windows against the soft patter of the rain, only nodded her chin towards the passenger seat, unlocking the car with a subtle click.
Doctor!Sevika who , very dangerously, lets the line slip between professional and unprofessional. One too many times she’s dropped you off now, and each time she does she keeps getting closer and closer to your apartment, walking you in—taking a coffee for herself, smoking outside despite the winds disallowing the lighter to work for several minutes. It becomes to a point where you just invite her in. You were exhausted. Drained. Witnessed two deaths while the other three became your own. A busy day for the ED meant your barriers lowered, seeking out a warmth you thought you’d never get—which was undeniably Sevika. And after long, lilting glances, an emergency room made up of your equally as short glances and awaiting praise from Sevika, the tension became a presence the whole department could feel.
Doctor!Sevika who had to have you. Little visits became more profound. Her keys sometimes left on the side of your nightstand—her bag left at the front of the house, and her strap she purposely left at home for you to use left tangled on the bed.
Ever since things got serious—and you were occasionally switched out for night shifts, Sevika became almost snappy with the rest of the staff when she couldn’t order her favourite little thing around. Instead, during breaks—she’d FaceTime you, already expecting you to be up, and coerce you into angling the phone just right where she could see you bouncing on her strap, whining like a pathetic mess for her.
“Sevvy…come home,” you whimpered out, squishing your own breast as you heard her suck up a deep breath on the other side. But you were meant with a perilous coldness that felt too personal just for you.
“Tch. You have a lot of audacity, love.” She drawled, watching the phone. “Be a good girl and fuck yourself f’me. yeah baby?”
Doctor!Sevika who insists on doing ‘pelvic exams’ on you.
You know you’re soaking. She knows it as well. And yet you still drag your soddened panties down, wiggling off your trousers to kick them to the side.
“Part your legs.” Sevika hummed, letting her fingers skim over your upper-thigh, trailing further inwards towards the heat radiating off of you.
“Your pussy has no self control, does it?” Her steel eyes snapped to your face, her fingers sliding through your folds, collecting the slick there. “Not around me, anyways.” She smirked crookedly, letting her thumb rub slow circles on your clit.
You breathe hitched, hips pistoning forward against her fingers. So cold. Always so rigid like frost over your usually-warm body. “Sev..” you whined—a sound that reverberated from wall to wall.
“Tender, sweetheart?” She moved forward, easing two fingers into your weeping hole as they stuffed your cunt until they were full with her fingers. She knew exactly where to hit—how to hit, how to push and pull her fingers inside of you, watching you leak deliciously around her. “So sensitive for me…you have a thing for your attending, darling?” She shook her head, smirking to herself, before she wiped it off her face completely.
“How unprofessional.” She tutted, smacking your pussy as quick as her fingers had just entered you. “I’m just doing an exam, love.”
Doctor!Sevika who is always moaning at you to do your charting. You always want to skim around the generic work—but being more hands on meant recording everything else much frequently in bigger chunks. And you hated it…occasionally. The only reason you wouldn’t hate it was because it got Sevika’s attention. She turned to behind you, giving you an expecting look that meant trouble for later if you didn’t do as she said.
Doctor!Sevika who lets you break down in her arms after you’ve suppressed everything all day. She’s warm—feels like home beneath muscles you rarely got to see.
“Sh sweet thing, you did well f’me today.” She mumbled into your neck, her breathe warm against it as your frame trembled against her.
“I did well? I-I lost…I-“ you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Words that felt too heavy even grief couldn’t compete in that moment. A feeling of utter despair.
“Who you lost doesn’t equal to your performance. Even then, you were excellent.”
Doctor!Sevika who occasionally breaks down with you. Sevika is a tough women who prides herself on staying composed no matter the situation, but whenever kids and children where involved, and loss followed, it always seemed to be the burrow of her day.
“I…” the warm lighting of your apartment lamp glowed directly onto Sevika’s face, smoothing away the prominent lines that would usually be there. And even then, the melancholy engulfing her features was hard to miss. “I had two patients. One six. One ten years older,” she swiped the edge of her nose with her thumb, leaning forward, elbows planted atop her knees. “Sisters, in a bad car crash.”
You stayed silent in these moments. It was rare an attending would break like this, especially someone like Sevika. Her voice was hoarse, unmistakable shakiness erasing the roughness of it.
“Couldn’t save them.” She finished—grey eyes like dull clouds hugging the floor ground, the tilt of her head avoiding the chase of light, bringing back those harsh lines that was like a remnant of the ED taken home with her.
You watched her hunched figure, eyes passing between the side of her face glowing in the light, and the other side shielded by the past.
“Sev,” you whispered—a nickname you gave her, even at work where other med students teased you about it, slipping from your tongue as you moved from the opposing sofa to sit next to her. But now the nickname felt more intimate. Felt more reserved for you and her only. “I know…” you let out a little empty laugh, faking flat in the air around. “I know you’ve heard this…so many times but..” you gulped, looking towards her. “I mean..I know I have but…it’s not your fault. You did everything you could’ve possibly done.”
You expected her to scoff. Expected her to roll out a cigarette that would burn her lungs into numbing her emotionally—but it didn’t come. Nothing came. Except for one sentence.
“You know, I only believe it when you say it.”
Doctor!Sevika who makes you exam her body late after shifts—night hitting the bar when you’re both alone in the apartment. You’re stripped of your clothes, wanting to writhe and moan atop of her as she lays before you, in the same state of undress.
You started at her neck—going into the anatomy, the potential problems—the way it works, all the while she kept a vibrating buzzing against your pussy
“Focus.” She’d snap, watching you try to grind down against her. “How are you going to be a doctor if you can’t focus under pressure?”
Doctor!Sevika who notices your self-destructive behaviour after a particular gruelling day. You don’t know how many patients you’ve lost across an almost fifteen hour-shift, but the day came together into one solid thing; pure turmoil. Drinking. Self harming. Pushing and pulling against her. No matter what though, Sevika will always be there for you.
“I’m not going anywhere.” She’d stand firmly in your apartment, watching tears travel down your face as if racing against each other. “If you think this will make me leave, you obviously believe I’m in the wrong profession.”
Doctor!Sevika who loves washing the grime off of your body after a long day. You’re half asleep, eyes half-lidded as she kneads your breast beneath her palm.
And you just let her. You let this older woman—with more experience than you and others combined, wash away the troubles on your body. It’s only when she trails her kisses down your body, ending up at your clit where she eagerly makes out with it, so you fully wake up.
“Mm…sweet girl.” She’d groan against you. “Sweetest thing i’ve had all day.”
Doctor!Sevika who rarely teases you when you’re both working. She’s focused—the same stern doctor who you had a crush on before all the confrontation, and it’s only occasionally where her warnings come off as a promise for what she’ll do to you later.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets any other attending or patient doubt you.
“Are you sure she should be doing this-“
Sevika cuts them off without so much as acknowledging them, scrubs heavy on her skin. “Do it.” She nods towards you, before leaving the room to supervise elsewhere.
Doctor!Sevika who loves the late-nights of eating takeaway and binge-watching a tv show when you both can’t sleep. You both know the reason why. In and out of shifts without a wink of sleep would do that to you sometimes—and the trauma of the hospital sometimes haunted your home.
Doctor!Sevika who will finger you to sleep, mumbling about some, ‘I can’t have my favourite resident lacking sleep. Rest, sweetheart.’ All while her fingers gently coerce you to sleep, cooing against that sweet spot inside of you that made you melt to mush.
Doctor!Sevika who knows when you’re trying to deflect the pain after a shift. You both ended up at your apartment again, the door slamming shut as a thickening silence comes through the home.
“Sev?” You looked up, pulling the bag of your back as you grasped onto her wrist, pulling her into a kiss that felt too demanding, even for you.
She raised an eyebrow for a moment, sliding her lips over your own before she pulled back—the taste of coffee and a shared cigarettes lingering on your tongues.
“Not now, sweetheart. Let’s get some food in you, yeah?” She sees your fingers trembling, but you reluctantly let go of her, eyes watering as she leads you through your own home with practised ease. “I want to, trust me I do. But you need to process this.”
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you out of her sight during work after hearing about you losing another patient. She’s like a constant camera tracking you, telling you to ‘take ten’, ‘take five’, to ‘go home’ when it got too much. She cared too much, and it ended up being the thing that softened her fully.
Doctor!Sevika who ends up loving you unconditionally.
synopsis: vi finds herself on the receiving end of your wrath tonight. It wasn’t to say she didn’t deserve it—not when she had made half your night out a conundrum filled with bitter jealousy and hidden insecurities when you see her “jokingly” flirting with another girl.
cw: afab!reader x Vi , Vi is lowkey pathetic , subtle angst , reader has insecurities , eventual comfort , mostly fluff at the end , nicknames used such as; baby , sweetheart , etc .
a/n: requested (sorry it took very long sweet :))
wc: 1.4k
You’ve seen that look a million times before.
It dances along bodies and withers past heads, barely a graze but enough to acknowledge it's there. It’s a look that makes even the coldest night seem torrid, frosting over your heart with bitter insecurity and a gentle thump of jealousy.
Despite the lights dissipating bodies underneath the flash of them, washing away harsh features and sharp lines, you could still see that crimson hair messily mirroring that lazy, profound grin on her face as she talked to another woman.
Vi. Whether she was doing it purposely or it was an unconscious matter in the say was blind to you, because at the end of the day it didn’t matter. Not when she was looking at girls the way she was supposed to look at you.
The drink in your hand suddenly left an inhuman twinge on your tongue, the bar suddenly felt enclosed like a carriage narrowing in on itself with no escape, suffocating and squished.
Of course feeling jealous and possessive first took the marks as you moved through the crowd, muttering small ‘excuse me-sorry’s’ in the midst of it all, but beneath that raging tidal wave was a sea of insecurity and the depths of melancholy below it, struggling to arise
You quickly escorted yourself through the crowds with a navigated precision about you, but your body felt numb against the blaring music screeching of the tissues in your ears. You passed crowds of people grinding to the music, passed the stenches of pungent alcohol that seemed to engulf your senses whole, and eventually, eyed the two women in front of you, still completely oblivious to your presence.
“Vi, I wanna go home.” You interrupted, standing close enough to let the other women know you were hers but standing far enough to let Vi know you were upset.
You hoped she noticed your attempts at trying to be composed, because beneath that mien was a ticking clock signalling an upcoming argument.
“We just got here though, love.”
You rolled your eyes at that nickname—it was sweet, usually, but tasted sweet enough to be nauseating in this current moment. The lights were flashing too harsh, the ground thumping to the beat as if the music made it one living organism—and yet, the only thing grounding you was the irritation bubbling beneath you like lava about to erupt.
“We’re going home.” You snatched her wrist with an aggressive efficiency, sending a pointed look to the woman she was talking to. Pretty eyes. Curled lips. A face that could be measured perfectly from the angular beauty that it was.
You took her in for a couple moments, rubbing salt into your own wounds that would later only perpetuate Vi’s situation of getting into trouble with you.
An acerbic scoff left you before you turned, veering off past the heavy hordes of bodies drowning in their own delight. You passed that stench again, passed the bruising elbows knuckling into your sides by accident, only this time you didn’t care enough to scowl back. You just hoped Vi was baring the blunt off it, truthfully, as harsh as that may sound.
You pushed her outside into the rigid cold that felt more like steel stealing the oxygen from the air without really meaning to. Your arms were just reacting to the adrenaline morphing through you like a drug, unmistakable and obvious. And exactly like a drug—you felt that twinge of guilt sharpening its knife inside of you.
But overriding that guilt was that tidal wave of fury now turned maelstrom.
“So you just left me at the bar alone to talk to some woman?” You hated to look at her right now. Those blue eyes. That painted splash of crimson smudged across her hair. The same features that girl had the audacity to take in as if they were hers.
“Baby you know I was just playin’.” Vi retorted, finding her footing against the ground.
“With my feelings?” You snapped, sucking up a sharp breath through your teeth, the air slapping cold against them. “You think that it’s funny?”
You let the words hang heavy in the air like a noose. Bound. Tight. Strict, even. You wanted her to understand even in the midst of no sobriety being found, you still wouldn’t have done that to her. Drink or no drink. Joke or no joke.
You never thought you’d be one of those couples arguing outside the bar—tipsy with half-lidded eyes from drinks, in the rain where it muffled out the shouting but couldn’t quite snuff out the anger palpable in your tone.
“Wait—baby, I didn’t think you would be this upset.” She moved quietly against the ground as if realising her gaffe of a mistake—which only left you feeling humiliated even more.
“I just wanna go home.” You brushed past her, clutching your jacket closer in attempts to hide the rain from making your clothes weep wet.
The car ride was silent. Her hand that was usually adjacent to your skin, planted firmly on your thigh was no longer— the sudden distance leaving dust growing on it.
Entering your apartment was even worse. The distance was easier to maintain with the extra space given—and with your stubbornness Vi knew that space was half her fault and half the gnawing tenacity she knew you held, the events of the night weighing heavy in the apartment like a harassing presence.
But Vi was insistent. Even if it meant begging like a pathetic puppy for you.
“Baby…” she pleaded, trailing her lips down your collarbone as you tried to turn your head away. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
Her soft voice echoed pitifully across the walls, and like they were humouring her, the sound reverberated back to you. The bedroom was quiet except for the soft murmurs of Vi’s drawling tone, hovering over your body with a desperation spreading through her.
She hated you being upset at her. To her; it was like the whole world had plummeted, your face gone with it. That angry, eyebrow-furrowed face that was pursed with thick lines and ire.
“Cmon…love. It was a joke—I would’ve never done this if I knew you’d be so upset and jealous.”
Your eyes cracked down at her words. Jealous. Upset. The words built distaste in your mouth like she had given you an old sweet to chew on. Her sentence landed wrong, and she could tell from the storm turning hectic inside of you.
“A joke? I-I’m not just…jealous Vi.” You shifted, sitting up and trying to push her advances away. “That girl was…pretty. Beautiful. And you had just forgotten about me like I was some side chick you couldn’t give two shits about.”
The room finally enveloped in a silence, passing orbs in the air avoiding the tension by fluttering off to another corner like you had personally offended them.
Vi let out a shaky sigh, grasping your wrist as her lips attached to the pulse beating underneath it.
“Please.” She begged again. That same piteous, prolonged words that left you feeling warm inside despite it all. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I did that—I know I’m stupid I just…I thought it was just a joke but-“ she nuzzled her forehead against the edge of your wrist, feeling an awful amount of shame crown her spine into rising goosebumps onto her skin.
“Please forgive me baby.” Cerulean eyes met your eyes, heavy and watery. You paused. Was she really crying after upsetting you? You watched her slowly, watching the way her soft lips parted beneath your pulse turning erratic, watching the way her eyes never once left your face as if you were knuckling down a punishment onto her, begging for mercy.
You reluctantly cradled her face, tutting. “Fine. I forgive you…but…” you avoided her gaze, only urging her to press her forehead against your own instead.
“Baby look at me,” she whispered, the taste of wine mixing together in your breaths. “ I only want you. I only need you. I need you. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met-”
You laughed. For the first time this night—that moue twisted into an amused ball of laughter. “Okay okay…Jesus baby. You’re really pathetic when I’m upset, you know?” You teased, the laugh washing away the earlier remnants of your emotions.
“I just…can’t lose you. Not to a silly joke. Not to anything." She let her lips scan over yours, feeling the tenderness beneath them. She planted a gentle kiss, barely a skim felt, and leaned back for a moment. “I’ll never do that again. I promise, baby.”
If requests are open could you do a Vi x Reader where Vi jokingly (or unconsciously whichever works best) flirts with someone and instead of Reader getting jealous or possessive, they just get really sad and insecure, thinking about how pretty the other girl was, how they’re not enough for Vi, etc. Vi notices that Reader is upset and finds out what the reason was which just leads to lots of comfort and stuff.
Thank you so much!!! I hope you’re doing ok and that you enjoyed writing it.
୧ ๑ ♬ ଓ⁾⁾ streamer!ellie and roommate!reader yall are in LOVE. Yall are just funny and cute and lovely together. Reader is black here, but you're free 🫰🏽 also, first headcanon here, kinda nervous lol. English is noooot my first language (u will notice...) this is super short too :O
streamer!ellie who gets bullied by her own fans constantly and is always in a mini discussion with one of them 😭 and you always correct her. "Els, you should not cuss out your fans."
streamer!ellie who can't help it. She gets stressed and curses a lot no matter what game she's playing.
streamer!ellie who made you two in Tomodachi Life, and when she called you over to show you your characters in the game, she had reached the stage where you had a baby, and your reaction went viral.
streamer!ellie who is suchhh a loser and her room is such a mess, and you clean it for her sometimes, and her fans always make fun of her because of that.
streamer!ellie who poses for edits in the middle of a live, and you're just there like 😐
streamer!ellie who left you alone while live so she could go to the bathroom, and when she came back, her fans told her to go away.
streamer!ellie who flirted with you one time and it was SO BAD she will never forget it.
streamer!ellie who makes you laugh so so so hard and she is proud of it
streamer!ellie who is always saying that you are her girlfriend and the chat just laughs.
streamer!ellie who talks about Joel and you sooo much it's annoying and cute at the same time.
streamer!ellie who is so weird and stupid in front of the camera and is always making such bad jokes it's stupid.
streamer!ellie who does everything you tell her to do when you guys are playing together. She even acts calmer when you're around, without all the curse words and 2 minutes of breathing in and out so she can calm herself down while playing. 😭l
cw: afab!reader x sevika, self harm, blood mentioned, angst, fluff, comfort. Vi version.
a/n: @colorfulcherryblossomtidalwave dw I did not forget my promise in making a Sevika version 🥹
The steam enrolled from the shower in waves like a predator’s canines engulfing down on its prey, dominating the bathroom. Droplets became tiny embarks on the surface of the glass, a minuscule mirror to the ones dripping a different hue of crimson down your body.
Sevika stood behind you, her grey eyes as foggy as the mist spreading across the room like untamed mold. You had long tried to put this conversation off, tear any of its contents down a shredder in hopes to avoid it.
But you knew Sevika. Apart from her body weighing like a tank her mind was a source of scrolls reserved only for you with intelligence reeking off her. The long sleeves. The patches of blood lingering on the mattress. The avoidance of showers together.
Sevika wasn’t blind, and she certainly wasn’t incompetent of putting two and two together, especially considering the unfortunate passage of the past.
She saw the way your jaw grinded against each other whenever the showers spray would knuckle down on the bleeding wounds like a judge’s scrutiny. She saw the way your body instinctively tried to use her own as a shield, even if only for a moment from the shower’s assault on you.
She was made from muscles and a statue that was just her—a strength that was currently your crutch in the midst of this all, but even in your most vulnerable state, both naked, stripped from any clothes that hid the gushes of echoed pain rolling down you, the exposure felt soo substantial, even for someone like Sevika who could handle a lot.
“I’m sorry you have to see this—I’m sorry i did this…” You choked out, looking up at Sevika’s eyes that hung low like clouds hugging the floor. “Are you mad at me?”
The question ticked like a bomb inside Sevika’s mind. The cuts on your skin were aggressively taunting her like a verdict for her failure of being there for you.
You didn’t know why you asked that. You always asked it whenever relapses occurred—the same dialogue, the same question, the same sigh, the same faux promise of never doing it again. It was routine to you. But it never heart less each time when someone else has to find out. That’s the only thing in that routinic mess that still got to you; the pain you brought in someone else because of the pain you sealed like an envelope inside of you.
“No, sweetheart.” Sevika’s hand came to rest on your bare hip, the skin smooth and soddened with water. “I’m just…frustrated you didn’t come to me. I’ve seen a lot in my life, doll, i can handle this. For you. For us.”
You sucked up a sharp, ragged breath. “I…i know that. I’m not saying you can’t handle it i…i just hate putting this on people.” You leaned into her touch by a fragment, just enough to rest your head above the curve of her shoulder.
“It’s embarrassing.” You mumbled, tilting your head away from the excess water growing in your eyes. “I feel so weak.”
“I know, doll.” Sevika said, head leaning down into the crook of your neck. “But you’re not weak, sweetheart. You just gotta come to me whenever you feel like doing this to yourself.”
You nodded weakly against her, her other hand trailing down your spine where the water met from the shower head above. She glanced at the angry lines kissing your skin, and only wished in those moments, she could’ve kissed them herself before the inevitable happened.
I actually screamed when you followed me back. I was like “IS THIS FUCKING REAL”. I’m sorry but to me you’re like a celebrity LOL. People who write well for Sevika fanfics are like Gods and Goddesses for me. So when I saw you followed back, I told myself to get my shit together.
I REALLY REALLY LOVE HOW U WRITE. You write so amazing.
Alsoo, I’m thinking about posting my Sevika fics here tooo 🤔 I’m just not that confident yet.
THATS ALL. I WISH U ALL THE BEST. PLEASE KEEP IT UP 🤍🤍
AHHH THANK YOU SWEET 🥹 i love your kind words, but trust me, I’m just a loser who writes 😭 BUT ILYY and yes you should totally post your sevika fics here…I WANNA SEE THEM 2 THO THATS THE ONLY THING 🙏🙏 and also it’s okay to go at your own pace :) watching your account grow is one of the most cherishable things about this as well, and i was nervous as shit when I started as well. But I wish you all the best too my love 🫶
Hihihi, so, this is random but I want your opinion 🙏🏻🙏🏻
I’ve been texting a girl here on tumblr, and like, obviously it’s not SOMETHING, because she has a blog and talks to other people and I’m actively looking for a relationship irl
But, she’s so sweet and Ihave a date tomorrow, so if it works out I’ll have to stop talking to her, I think she suspects I’m talking to someone because she made a “joke” about it.
And once she told me if I wanted to stop talking to please not just ghost her and to talk to her about it, but idk how to tell her we might have to stop talking because I don’t wanna make her feel bad..
Maybe I’m just overthinking it but I want your opinion!!!
HELLOOOOO,
Okay so, I personally think if the date goes well and you’re ready to move forward into that relationship in real life, as I have said in my other posts, be open and honest about it, because it really is important and saves a lot of misunderstandings and questioning at most. And given the fact she is encouraging you to talk to her and not ghost her should be an opportunity to step forward and do that, and I feel like she would be an understanding person if she’s sweet and is already wanting you to confide in her and talk about things :) definitely talk to her about it and don’t just randomly stop talking to her or ghost her. I feel like we overthink things sometimes and our brain tries to find all these ways to dodge honest conversations bc we think it’s gonna hurt the other person or hurt ourselves tremendously when sometimes that just isn’t the case, and if it is, at least you’re not blatantly lying about something and you’re coming from a good place of heart and intention for both yourself and her !! Alsooo I understand you may feel bad but sometimes once you get the message out you might feel a sense of relief? If you feel the need to stop talking entirely to her due to that date and moving on with someone irl that’s a completely valid reason and she should respect that, but I think you should also go forward and respect her not wanting to be ghosted and have a flat out conversation with her even if it is hard. If you ghost her she might feel hurt and have no clarity, which imo is worse then telling her about it where she can process it awhile having clarity about it 😖🙏 YOU’LL BE OKAY TWIN I HOPE THIS HELPED?
hey again, I'm that lass who asked to do drabble about sev with her tiny breasted lover. important detail is that lover has very prominent cleavage and a long neck. she's tall, as you may already have guessed. k byeee 🫶🫶
