𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ only mdni, smut obvi, these are all with an x waitress reader once again, more dom leaning abby, oral sex, fingering, strap on sex, dacryphilia if you squint, overstimulation, daddy kink, public sex, biting, hair pulling, condescending abby and uhh strength kink?
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: by popular demand, here are the not so safe for work line cook abby headcanons. if I missed any warnings please let me know and I’ll fix that asap. but I hope you enjoy, these were so much fun to write <3
line cook!abby loves to crowd your space, especially after the two of you start dating. it’s never anything over the top, especially if you both are on the clock. but she just loves watching you have to go out on the floor after, breathless and flustered all because of her.
line cook!abby who throws around pet names like it’s no big deal.
“baby, table seven’s refire is up.”
“behind ya, sweet thing.”
“here’s those fries, pretty girl.”
and the first time someone else hears her calling you one of the many pet names she seems to keep tucked away in her back pocket—it’s like a nuclear bomb goes off in the kitchen and everyone is shell shocked.
because when did abby anderson ever call someone sweet thing?
line cook!abby absolutely uses her strength to her advantage, especially when she realizes just how flustered it makes you. at work she’s always offering to carry heavy things for you, moving you out of the way.
but when the two of you are alone?
she’s lifting you up onto counter tops to kiss you breathless, easily manhandling you into whatever position she wants (especially if you’re being a brat), doing all the work for you when your legs are weak and shaky from one too many orgasms. she likes being strong for you.
line cook!abby thinks it so sexy when you use her biceps as your own personal chew toy. she loves seeing the indents your teeth leave behind afterwards.
line cook!abby lovessssss overstimulating you. to the point where there’s tears in your eyes and your legs are trembling violently around her head. and when you think she’s finally satisfied, she’ll just crawl back up your body, pressing soft kisses everywhere she can reach mumbling something to the effect of, “sorry baby, you’re just so fucking pretty like this…couldn’t help myself.”
but a few heated kisses later and she’s begging you to cum just one more time on her fingers.
line cook!abby wore her harness under her work clothes once during a shift when she knew she’d be taking you home after. safe to say the two of you didn’t actually make it out of the parking lot before you were eagerly tugging down her sweats and gagging on her silicone cock.
line cook!abby’s stamina and strength are totally unmatched to any partner you’ve ever been with before. she could be running off 4 hours of sleep after just working a double and she’ll still be able to go for hours.
“aren’t you tired?” you’d ask, laughing breathlessly as she starts kissing on your neck the moment you cross the threshold into her apartment.
“nah,” she’ll murmur, teeth nipping at every bare inch of skin she can find which pulls a low whine from your throat. “been thinking about touching you all day.”
line cook!abby always holds your hand when she’s eating you out.
line cook!abby likes to act like she’s in charge all the time but the second you start kissing on her neck and telling her how good she is to you? she’s a fucking goner. immediately she’s all too willing and pliable beneath your soft hands and plush lips. and you’ll work her over and over with your tongue until she nearly crushes you with her strong thighs. but rest assured—you’re exactly where you want to be.
line cook!abby uses the dry storage room to sneak you away for a quick make out sessions during long shifts. strictly because the last time the two of you made out in the walk-in, she was barely able to function the rest of the night after seeing how your nipples hardened and strained against the thin cotton of your shirt like they were practically begging her to wrap her lips around them.
line cook!abby is loud as fuck in the bedroom. she cannot be quiet to save her life, and the first time she sleeps over at your place is also the very first time you’ve ever received a noise complaint from your building manager. but she wears it like a badge of honor.
line cook!abby absolutely loves it when you call her daddy.
line cook!abby is an ass girl through and through. she loves touching your ass on any and every occasion she can. again she’s not big on public displays of affection, but she’ll absolutely slip her hand in the back pocket of your jeans when the two of you are out together. and she’s absolutely checking out your ass from behind the expo line every single time you walk by. she’s constantly burning her hands on shit because of it too, which manny roasts her for on the daily.
line cook!abby can be so condescending when she’s talking dirty, and it only gets worse once she’s aware how much you like it.
“aww, you wanna eat me out, sweetheart? need to hear you beg for it.“
“god, look at how wet you are, sugar. ruining my fucking jeans.”
“all that kissing got you this worked up? you need me that bad, baby?”
line cook!abby likes the excitement that toys bring to the bedroom but she much rather prefers using her fingers and her tongue to make you feel good. it’s a far more intimate experience for her to be able to feel that she’s making you cum. and most times she’s far too impatient to get her hands on you.
line cook!abby has a whole private album on her phone full of pictures and videos of the you two having sex, and all of the tasteful nudes you constantly love to send her on your days off. one of her favorites is one she took of your sucking your own cum off her fingers. she’d make it her screen saver if she could.
line cook!abby has definitely fucked you in the parking lot after a closing shift because her jealousy finally got the better of her. but she can only stand to watch so many sleazeballs flirting with her girl right in front of her before she finally snaps. and she’s instantly pulling you onto her lap in the bed of her truck, lips bruising and wet against your neck as her fingers eagerly reach to unzip your jeans.
“you’re mine. fuck, need to hear you say it, baby.”
line cook!abby prefers having you on all fours when she’s strapping you down because she just loves watching how your ass ripples with every thrust of her hips. but when it’s her turn? she wants you underneath her so she can look you in the eyes as she rides the ever living hell out of you, which you obviously don’t mind in the slightest because she looks so fucking good doing it.
line cook!abby loves having her hair pulled, especially when you’re the one fucking her. she’s always guiding one of your hands up into her messy braid as she moans desperately into your mouth.
line cook!abby who was completely unaware when one of the new girls tries to flirt with her, as she isn’t even a blimp on her radar. but abby’s quick to discover that your jealousy is much worse than hers because you’re louder about it. you leave marks—huge splotches of red and purple left to bloom along her jaw and down the column her throat. amongst many other areas that are only visible beneath her clothes, ie. her inner thighs and breasts.
she’s not even the slightest bit embarrassed by it though, and in fact she sometimes encourages it just to feel your lips, tongue and teeth marking up her skin afterwards.
No, you don’t understand how hot dadbod!Sevika is.
She wears a fucking wife pleaser just because she’s aware you can see the way her nipples perk through the thin fabric of it. You look at her and you’re already a blushing mess before she even has time to put two and two together.
She has you bent over the dining table, your plump butt pressed against her front as she rubs her clothed pelvis against you. Her soft belly rubs against your back and that makes you get wetter as if you’re an automated sex doll.
You can’t help whining into your arms, desperately trying not to sound it out. Sevika smirks.
not proofread, footjob, restaurant setting, big clit!sevika
you and sevika were on a lovely dinner date at a fancy, candle lit restaurant. a location as nice as this was no place for under-the-table-action, right? right. too bad you didn't give two shits.
you had kicked your heel off long ago under the cover of the tablecloth, and moved up to sevika's crotch. with enough nonverbal persuasion you had gotten her to unzip her pants, giving you a perfect chance to rub her clit with your soft foot.
the way your toes circled and rubbed the swollen tip of clit almost made her moan out loud, but she managed to play it off with a well placed cough.
you watched how sevika tried to keep her composure, even when you were rubbing her huge clit inbetween your toes, perfectly lubed from her slick. the firm stroking had her sputtering when the waiter offered a refill for her water, but she handled herself like a gentlewoman. a gentlewoman getting her clit stroked under the table by her lovely girlfriend, that is....
tribbing with sevika who cums a lottt and squirts into reader's pussy 👀
not proofread, tribbing, big clit sevika, squirting, slight tit slapping
"oh fuck- yes-!" you moaned as sevika rubbed her pussy on yours. the circles she drew on you with her hips drove you crazy, almost as crazy as her fat clit slipping inbetween your pussylips
"fuck, baby..." sevika groaned, deep and gravelly which made you hump your pussy against her instinctively. there was almost no friction between you two, your pussies leaking all too much to keep any sort of grit. yet it felt so fucking good, like one big, long orgasm.
sevika gave your bouncing tits a soft slap, watching the flesh jiggle while she bit her lip and smiled, moaning deep in her throat. suddenly sevika sped up her tribbing, fucking her pussy into yours with a newfound vigor. you cried out and gripped onto the sheets with all your might, your eyes rolling back as you couldn't help but squirt all over both your pussies.
sevika felt her own orgasm knocking and immidiately pulled away. she kept you spread eagle, furiously rubbing her palm over your clit to make you cum as long as possible. with her other hand she spread your cunt open, squatting over you and aiming her release into your fluttering cavity, filling you up with her squirt...
Big clit Sevika standing up and reader on her knees. Sevika squirts in readers mouth
not proofread, big clit!sevika, facefucking reader!receiving, squirting and drinking said squirt
sevika had your hair fisted in her hand, guiding you with a firm grip. you looked up at her as she fucked your face with her big clit, your hands on her thighs in effort to hold yourself up. she stuffed your face against her cunt, keeping you there and rubbing your face back and forth gently. you swirled your tongue inbetween her labia, suckling and slurping on the big lips before moving back to her clit.
it really was big, filling a good amount of your mouth and big enough to suck properly. sevika shoved you inbetween her legs yet again, not letting up her rough handling when she was so so close to cumming.
what really did it for her was how you looked up at her, big, adorably dumb eyes and pupils blown with love
she let go completely right then and there, squirting in your mouth and of course you drank it all. you'd be stupid to waste even a drop...
yooo so what about g!p abby with a filthy lingerie kink and massive overstim??
is this thing on? 😀
(i love that you’re a freak babes you’re preforming miracles)
not proofread, g!p abby, slight dom!reader, lingerie obvi, overstim abby!receiving
sorry for being so lazy dont hate me
you laid on the bed, clad in your sheer babydoll and crotchless panties as you waited for abby. she had gone to take a quick shower when you told her you wanted to have sex and had a surprise for her.
when you heard the bathroom door open, you propped yourself up against the headboard all seductive. abby walked out with a towel around her waist, shaking water from her hair with her hand. she looked up to see you and suddenly halted everything. abby could swear her heart skipped a beat, looking at you in lingerie, playing with the ribbon- the only thing keeping that damned thing on you.
you tilted your head, smiling at her as you opened your legs to show the crotchless panties. that same second abby's towel dropped to the ground, her hardened cock nudging it loose. you could see how turned she was, her dick rock hard and twitching, the veins more visible than usual.
abby took steps towards the bed, but didn't climb on. she leaned her hands on the footboard, her cock resting on top of it as well. you knew what she wanted, and you were born to put on a show for her...
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you moaned, rubbing your clit with two fingers as you watched abby rub her cock on the edge of the footboard, her gaze not leaving yours even for a moment. she watched how the sheer fabric covered you, skimpy enough to have her leaking all over yet not vulgar enough to lose the sultryness of it- how it left something so familiar as your body in mystery
"god... baby- can i please come there?" abby panted, keeping her strokes tight and short to the tip of her cock. anything more and she might just cum right now.
"yeah? you wanna fuck me?" you teased, scooching closer to her on the bed "make sweet, sweet love to me?" you chuckled, getting on your knees and leaning forward slowly, licking a looooooong strip along the top of her shaft, not breaking eye contact even to blink. you watched how her brows furrowed and twitched, watching you lick at her cock so agonizingly slow.
"yes" she swallowed "yes- i wanna make love to you" she sighed, shaky and almost whiny, the desperation sticky in her throat.
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"oh my god-! fuck, don't stop!!" you cried out, holding your legs open for abby by your ankles as abby fucked into your spread out pussy, every single inch pushing inside over and over again. your pussy let out a wet squelch each time abby's cock slid back in. she was too lost in you to even make a sound, her eyes rolled back as she churned her cock into you.
abby had only gotten started, yet her legs began shaking after just one minute of thrusting into you. and oh god did she try to hold on, knowing you weren't that close yet, but after your walls squeezed her she couldn't help but cum in big spurts. she pulled out to catch her breath, cum still pumping out in steady, gradually smaller ropes.
you watched her cock twitch with her orgasm, but you were nowhere near yet.
you rolled abby over onto her back, stradding her and lining her still-hard cock with your entrance. you sunk down, beginning to bounce and use her like a toy. abby whimpered and whined, little moans escaping as waves of pleasure mixed with pain from overstimulation kept crashing over her...
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she came two more times before you did for the first time, her orgasm a dull yet euphoric ache in her abdomen and groin by the time you were done with her. and the lingerie in a shameful state by then, of course. god knows if you'd have the guts to show up to the drycleaners with that...
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mostly fluff but all my works are 18+, smau elements sprinkled throughout, online meet cute, lots of flirty banter and ellie and dina being the biggest menaces on the planet.
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6kish
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: holy fuck, it’s finally done. I’m genuinely so excited to keep writing for these two, I’m literally having the best time ever. thank you to @restl3ss-dr34ms for beta reading this for me. I hope you all enjoy <3
Your room is dim, your face lit by the soft glow of your monitors and the neon green LED strips that line the edges of your ceiling. The low hum of your PC fills the silence, comfortable and familiar. You’ve been live for an hour now, having just finished the newest Fears to Fathom episode and you’re already itching to play something else.
“Alright, chat,” you hum, pursing your lips as you scroll through your Steam library. “What should we play next?”
You glance over at your second monitor and the chat is flying by the way it normally does.
toxic_phantom: BACKROOMS!!!
cosmicxknight25: PHASMO PLEASE
ghostfaceluver69: something new please 🙏🏻
dorkyxxfemme: THE EGG GAME 🙂↕️
You snort, shaking your head at the suggestion. “We are not playing the egg game again, I know you all love watching me rage quit but I’d actually like to preserve what’s left of my sanity today.”
More messages come flooding in, even faster now and more insistent.
slut4billynstew: PHASMO
clihrider: PHASMO
lvsersclub: PHASMO W FRIENDS???? 👀
finalgrls-right-titty: PLS PLAY PHASMOOOO QUEEN
Your lips quirk up into a grin.
“Phasmo, huh?” you echo, already clicking into the game. “I think you guys just really want to hear me scream again.”
Your chat explodes in a flurry of excitement, emotes flooding your screen at a rapid pace. You laugh softly, shaking your head as you click through the menu screens with almost practiced ease. You pause once you see the option for single or multiplayer, hovering your cursor over the latter.
“So, do we have some fun and open it up?” you muse, glancing over at your chat again. “Or do I suffer through this all alone?”
You’re immediately getting a mixture of replies.
gooner4life: your name is finalgrl isn’t it??? SOLO SOLO
dark_killa67: NOOO LETS PLAY WITH SOME RANDOS
ruthlessxghost: let us join a game queen 🙂↕️
“Hey, if there’s a mod in chat, can you run a poll?”
lighthavoc: on it babe xx
“Thanks Dina,” you smile, sitting back to watch the votes come pouring in.
You relax back into your chair, watching in slight amusement as the votes start to pile in at a rapid pace. It’s a pretty close call to begin with but as the seconds continue to tick by, open lobby quickly starts to pull ahead.
“Alright, alright, I’m calling it.” you laugh, adjusting in your chair. “I’ll host a lobby, but we’re making it private this time. I’m not dealing with another rando from TikTok trying to rage bait me.”
You hide your screen again as you create the private lobby, your username, finalgrl appearing at the top of it.
“Okay, I’m only keeping the code up for a few seconds guys,” you explain, hovering your mouse over the share screen button. “If someone manages to sneak in, great. Otherwise we’ll try running it solo.”
You take a deep breath, squaring your shoulders as you attempt to prepare yourself for whatever chaos is about to ensue.
“May the odds be ever in your favor.”
You flash the code onscreen and you wait.
One, two, three, four, five—
A new player joins.
“Damn, that was fast,” you mutter, glancing at the player ID card that pops up right below yours—and your heart skips a beat.
“Oh, that’s…” you whisper, already ignoring the flurry of activity in your chat. “That can’t be right.”
It had to be a glitch, or a similar username because there was no way that Abby Anderson—the queen of co-op shooter games had just joined your private lobby to play Phasmophobia of all things.
But when her low, smooth voice filters through your headset barely a minute later, your breath catches.
“Are your streams always this chaotic? Or is it just because I’m here?”
Her voice is unmistakable—you’d watched enough of her streams and spent too many sleepless nights binging her old VODS to miss the teasing edge in it. Your pulse suddenly spikes in a way that has nothing to do with the game and for a moment you can’t move, can’t speak without your voice threatening to shake.
And your chat?
They’re losing their minds.
sp00kybitch: THERES NO WAY
livingdeadgurl: DREAM COLLAB
darkblade28: LONEWLF IS HERE????
downwiththethickness69: MY TWO FAVS IN THE SAME LOBBY???
You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, trying (and failing) to sound composed.
“I guess it depends, do you make a habit of joining other people’s lobbies uninvited, or should I feel honored?”
“Uninvited, huh?” she echoes, clearly amused. “You shared your code, seemed like a pretty open invitation to me.”
“So you’re just lurking in my live now?” you ask, a little too defensively. “That’s kinda creepy, Anderson.”
She chuckles softly, and somehow it’s worse now that it’s being directed at you.
“It’s Abby,” she corrects smoothly, and you hate how it makes your stomach flip. “But honestly, I’ve been tuning in for a while now.”
Your brain short circuits for half a second.
redrumxredrum: SHE WATCHES YOUR STREAMS???
sapphicxmoon: OH MY GODDDDD
oogie_boogie_bitch: CHAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL
That really shouldn’t affect you as much as it does.
Abby has a massive following—she’s been streaming for years, pulling the kind of numbers you still can’t seem to fully wrap your head around. Your community is much smaller in comparison, so realistically, she shouldn’t even know you exist.
Which makes this whole thing feel entirely too surreal.
“…Why?” you finally manage, sounding bewildered.
“Do I need a reason?”
The way she says it causes something warm to settle beneath your ribs, outweighing any of your initial annoyance but you still hesitate before replying. Which is entirely ridiculous, considering that she’s only been in your lobby for all of 30 seconds and is somehow already managing to throw you off balance. So you take a deep breath and adjust your headset, feigning that’s the reason for the extended pause.
“That’s not really an answer.”
“Wow,” she hums, and you swear you can hear the subtle smirk in her voice. “Didn’t think I’d make you so nervous…it’s kinda cute.”
Heat instantly creeps up the back of your neck.
But what’s worse is that she’s not wrong, the mere idea of her made you nervous.
She was infuriatingly gorgeous, all smooth confidence and cocky bravado when it came to her skill on screen. But she clearly had every right to be, there was a reason she was one of Twitch’s most popular streamers right now. You’d seen too many clips, secretly watched the thirst edits, and you found yourself becoming more enthralled by her dry humor and quick wit than you’d ever dare to admit.
“—I’m not nervous,” you quickly try to deflect, your eyes flicking back over to your second monitor where your chat is continuing to spiral alongside you.
5nightsatfuckthis: CUTE??? SHE CALLED HER CUTE 😭
clitsucker5000: GURL UR SO COOKED
petals4armor: why is abby lowkey flirting?!
gaylilghoul: IM SO INVESTED!!!!
“Chat,” you sigh. “Behave.”
She laughs again, softer this time.
“Careful,” she murmurs. “Or you’ll convince them that I do make you nervous.”
You scoff. “In your dreams, Ander—”
“Abby,” she corrects again.
You exhale sharply through your nose. “Fine, Abby. Are we actually going to play the game, or do you plan to psychoanalyze me all night?”
“I don’t know,” she hums. “Sounds kinda fun.”
“You’re annoying,” you mutter.
“You like it.”
here4thebiceps: OOO CLOCKED IT
anxiouslezbean: enemies to lovers arc confirmed!!!
downbad4ripley: wait, why am i kinda nervous too 🤭😮💨
lighthavoc: reading you to filth btw
“Just choose the equipment,” you snap, turning toward the corkboard. “I’m picking the map.”
“Are you always this bossy?” she asks, that cocky edge returning.
“When it’s warranted.”
Your phone buzzes to life not a second later, drawing your attention away from the screen as you unlock your messages and you have to swallow a groan of annoyance.
smellie <3: dude
smellie <3: this is painful to watch
You don’t bother to respond to her, immediately flipping your phone face down on your desk. You gently bite your lower lip as you scoot your chair closer to your screen, using your mouse to carefully hover over each of the different map locations:
But when a certain polaroid catches your eye, you have to hold back an amused snicker as you lock in your choice.
“…seriously?” Abby asks.
You fully lean back in your chair, barely able to hide your smug expression.
“What?” you reply, casually. “Is it too much for you?”
She huffs. “It’s a big map.”
“Well, I thought you could use a bit of a challenge.”
spookiedookie: OMFG
ruthelessxghost: THE TENSION???
flickingmybean: just kiss already 😭
“Or,” she prods, her voice lowering ever so slightly. “You’re just looking for a reason to get rid of me.”
Your breath catches again, your fingers tightening on the mouse as you hover your cursor over the Ready Up button.
That’s the entire problem though—you don’t want to get rid of her. Not even a little bit.
“Well, you’re still in my lobby, aren’t you?” you reply, but this time there’s hardly any bite behind your words.
There’s a slight pause, then Abby hums again—low and thoughtful in your ear and you have to suppress a shiver.
“Yeah,” she says, a little less teasing this time. “Ready up?”
“Ready up.”
The loading screen stares tauntingly back at you, your foot bouncing restlessly beneath your desk as the seconds continue to drag on.
“You seem tense,” Abby comments casually, that subtle mirth creeping back into her voice.
You exhale slowly through your nose. “I’m not tense.”
Another quiet, unconvinced hum filters through your headset. “Sure.”
And you’re suddenly very grateful that you can only hear her, because if you had to see the cocky, amused expression you know she’s sporting right now—it might actually kill you.
A strange sort of silence settles between you then, not exactly awkward but charged. Like something is continuing to build and is just waiting for the right moment before it spills over completely.
Your eyes flick over to your second monitor again, and you instantly regret it.
finalgrls-right-titty: HOW LONG TILL THEY START FLIRTING AGAIN CHAT???
petals4armor: EASY BEFORE THEY EVEN LEAVE THE TRUCK
downbad4ripley: LETS BET ON IT 😈👹
“Chat, no one is flirting,” you mutter, your tone sounding overly defensive even to your own ears. “You’re all delusional.”
Your phone buzzes three times in rapid succession, pulling your attention away from your monitor again as you unlock it.
smellie <3: you’d be a TERRIBLE actress btw
smellie <3: that was not convincing
smellie <3: AT ALL
You sigh, your thumbs flying across the keyboard.
me: mind your business ellie
When you glance back up, a bright purple banner flashes across your screen—
Your eyes widen as bets immediately start pouring in.
lvsersclub: IM ALL IN BABY
clihrider: been saving my channel points for a moment like this 🙂↕️
anxiouslezbean: UNDER!!! UNDER!!!
dark_killa67: there is no way they last longer than that 😭
“Dina, what the—” you sit up straighter, staring in mock horror at your screen. “Why the hell is there a prediction for that?”
lighthavoc: I’m invested 🤷🏻♀️
A quiet laugh floats through your headset. “Wow, even your own mod doesn’t have much faith in you.”
You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the sudden warmth creeping into your cheeks.
“Shut up.”
Abby pauses for a second, then her voice is suddenly louder—like she’s leaning closer to her mic. “Make me.”
The loading screen suddenly flickers, before dissolving completely as the two of you spawn into the truck.
Saved by the fucking bell.
You turn, immediately latching onto the nearest distraction you can find—the prediction banner still pending on your screen.
“Dina,” you mutter flatly. “End it. Now.”
You ignore the flood of negative remarks from the chat as it disappears and some of the tension releases from your shoulders.
“You’re lucky that I love you, Di,” you murmur, glancing at your chat quickly before moving your character forward and toward the information board. “Ellie lost her mod privileges for way less.”
Your phone buzzes again, and you purposely ignore it. But all too soon, you see Ellie’s username appearing in your chat.
strayteeth: talking shit I see
strayteeth: two can play at that game
“Alright, let’s see,” you immediately pivot, choosing to focus on the board instead as your eyes quickly scan over the information. “So our ghost this round is…” You pause as a small, almost disbelieving huff leaves your lips. “Betty Davis.”
A low, amused snort sounds from behind you.
“Guess one of their developers has a sense of humor,” you mutter as your eyes suddenly hover over a key piece of information.
The ghost only responds to people who are alone…
Perfect.
“Well,” you continue, attempting to slip your tone back into something more casual. “It looks like we’ll need to split up.”
You turn and immediately flinch because Abby’s character is standing directly behind yours.
But before you can make some snarky remark about personal space, a new purple banner flickers across your screen.
“Dina…” you trail off, exasperated. “Seriously?”
lighthavoc: what? had to keep things interesting since you ruined all my fun.
strayteeth: my points are on you btw
You sigh. “Of course they are, Ellie.”
strayteeth: well don’t fucking die then??
lighthavoc: yeah don’t embarrass us babe
“You two are the worst,” you groan, dropping your head into your hands. “I hate it here.”
Abby, who has been unusually quiet during this whole interaction, suddenly laughs—soft and utterly fond and your stomach immediately flutters.
“But I thought you thrived on chaos, final girl?”
The nickname lands too easily, the words sound too familiar rolling off her tongue and you freeze as you come to the unfortunate realization that she hadn’t been messing with you earlier.
She really does watch your streams.
That phrase—I thrive on chaos is something you say all the time. It’s usually said in jest, whenever your chat or the game you’re playing gets a little out of control but the fact that she remembered it at all does something very annoying to your heart.
After a long moment, you finally lift your head from your hands, focusing on her character that’s still standing way too close to yours in the game.
“So, you really do watch my streams, huh?”
“Yeah,” she replies simply, any trace of teasing gone.
Biting your lip, you silently turn back to the board, attempting to focus on reading the main objectives for the round but your thoughts are suddenly far too loud for you to ignore.
Abby’s presence in your stream tonight wasn’t purely accidental, or a one-time occurrence that you secretly tried to convince yourself that it was. She’s clearly been here for a while, silently watching, listening and paying attention to you in a way that feels incredibly intentional and far too intimate.
And you hate how much you like it.
“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” she comments, her voice right over your shoulder.
“Just reading,” you answer too quickly.
“Hm,” she hums. “You seem distracted.”
“I’m thinking—”
“About me?”
And fuck. How was she able to see you through you that easily?
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you snap, turning sharply and brushing past her character to reach for the nearest equipment on the wall.
Flashlight, EMF, thermometer.
Out of habit, your eyes flick back over to your chat and you have to bite back a groan.
lighthavoc: under five would’ve won btw
strayteeth: so pay up loser 🫵🏻
But you don’t bother to acknowledge either of them.
“Grab some gear,” you sigh, quickly heading toward the back of the truck. “And try not to get lost.”
“I think I’ll manage,” Abby replies dryly, her character sliding in beside yours a moment later. “But it’s sweet that you’re so concerned about me.”
“I’m not,” you insist, clicking on the keypad a little harder than initially intended. “Just don’t need you slowing me down.”
The doors open and lightning flashes briefly across the sky.
“Right.” She mumbles under her breath, following you out into the dark.
The beam of your flashlight cuts across the empty hallway, the light reflecting off the metal lockers on either side. The empty school looms ahead, and the eerie silence is already putting you on edge.
“We should find the fuse box,” Abby says, the first to break the silence. “Our sanity isn’t going to last very long in the dark.”
“Good call,” you murmur, brows furrowing as you try to remember the handful of places the fuse box might be located on this map.
“Wow, that was almost a compliment.”
“Yeah, well don’t get used to it.”
gaylilghoul: anddddd they’re already flirting again
here4thebiceps: can cut that tension with a 🔪🔪🔪
5nightsatfuckthis: the ghost be third wheeling rn help 😭
Your heart thuds erratically as a bright flash of lightning illuminates the empty hallway, and you almost swear that you see a shadow moving near the end of it. So you quickly pull out your thermometer, but so far the temperature doesn’t budge.
“Okay,” you say after a beat, turning to face her. “Let’s split up, so we can cover more ground.”
“…you still think that’s a good idea?”
You release a small sigh, your eyes flicking up to look directly at your camera before continuing down the dark hall.
“Don’t tell me that you’re chickening out on me already.”
And it’s like you can physically hear that she’s rolling her eyes.
“Trust me, I’m not.” She remarks, following you further down the hall. “But isn’t that what someone who dies first in a horror movie would say?”
“Okay, first of all,” you scoff. “Rude.”
But the hint of a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth anyway. Then you’re pushing open one of the classroom doors and it creaks loud enough that you flinch.
“And second of all…” you recover, letting your flashlight sweep across the mostly empty room. “I would absolutely survive a horror movie.”
“Says the one who just flinched because of a creaky door.”
And your absolutely chat explodes on impact.
oogie_boogie_bitch: BOOM ROASTEDDDDD
strayteeth: FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT
livingdeadgurl: lonewlf coming in for the kill 😭😭
You narrow your eyes at your second monitor. “You know what? I think I’ll take my chances with the ghost.”
You quickly exit the classroom, ignoring her soft laughter that echoes behind you as you round the corner to head for the stairs.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and go find the fuse box?”
Abby’s quiet for a moment, then she hums again, the sound low and teasing in your ear. “Say please, and I will.”
Your breath catches, and your character freezes halfway up the stairs. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
You turn and find her character waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs, her flashlight pointed directly at you.
sp00kybitch: OH???
dorkyxxfemme: SHE’S CRAZY FOR THAT 😭
clitsucker5000: abby’s got GAME
slut4billynstew: FINALGRL STAY STRONG
“You are unbelievably annoying.”
She laughs again, the sound settling low in your stomach. “Still waiting on that please, final girl.”
The casual use of your username has heat crawling up the back of your neck once more, and you glare at your monitor.
“Fine,” you grit out. “Will you please go find the fuse box?”
“There you go,” she murmurs, and you desperately try to ignore the way your entire body warms at the subtle praise. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
But this time you don’t give her the satisfaction of a reply, immediately turning to continue back up the stairs while trying to stifle a stupid grin the entire way.
And your chat is moving so fast now that it’s nearly unreadable.
gooner4life: SHES SO FLUSTERED HELP 😭😭😭
lighthavoc: mind you they’ve been playing for all of 5 minutes
tigolebiddies: arguing like an old married couple smh
“Guys stop,” you mutter softly, dragging a hand down your face. “You’re making this weird.”
lvsersclub: WE’RE MAKING IT WEIRD???
strayteeth: says the one flirting in front of 2 thousand people 🤨
You aggressively ignore them now.
However, the moment you step foot on the second level, your entire demeanor changes.
You sit up a little straighter in your chair, your brow furrows ever so slightly as you continue deeper into the dark. The energy up here feels different, less stagnant—more intense somehow. And when a door slams from somewhere behind you, you jolt forward in your chair so hard that you nearly smack your foot against the leg of your desk.
“Shit, shit—shit!” You curse, immediately forcing your character forward into a sprint down the dark hallway.
“You good up there?” Abby’s voice sounds over the walkie and you groan.
“I’m fine,” you huff, slightly embarrassed by your immediate overreaction. “Aren’t you supposed to be finding the fuse—”
But you stop short when the overhead lights flicker to life.
“You were saying?” She says far too smugly.
lurker4life: OOOOOOOOOOOO
redrumxredrum: SHE GOT YOUR ASS
flickingmybean: lonewlf gets the job done 🫡
You stop just outside the lecture hall, and you can absolutely hear how wide she’s grinning now—but annoyingly enough the sound of her voice seems to calm your nerves slightly.
“You’re insufferable,” you mumble dejectedly.
"You mean useful?”
You snort. “Jury’s still out on that one.”
“Ouch,” she chuckles. “You’re welcome by the way…”
“Thanks.”
You quickly slip inside the lecture hall, rolling your shoulders back as you attempt to focus on the task at hand.
Find the ghost room.
You pull out your thermometer again as the lights above you flicker slightly, and the temperature immediately starts to drop.
“I’ve got temps dropping up here,” you say into your walkie.
“Where are you?” she asks.
But you don’t have a chance to answer when the lights above you flicker violently before going out completely and your stomach drops. That familiar heartbeat audio cue fills your headset a second later, which can only mean one thing—the ghost is hunting.
toxic_phantom: damn a hunt this early?????
sp00kybitch: the ghost must be feeling the tension between them 🙂↕️
“Oh fuck this,” you squeak, immediately rushing out of the lecture hall and down the darkened hallway.
Ghostly footsteps drag behind you as you turn the corner and you rush into the nearest classroom, tucking yourself away in the corner. You quickly click your flashlight off, bathing yourself in complete darkness. You don’t have enough time to mute your mic as you hear the footsteps drawing closer, so you dramatically slap a hand over your mouth.
You wait there for what feels like an eternity, only breathing a sigh of relief when the overhead lights flicker back on.
“What room are you in?” Abby’s voice comes over the walkie barely a second later, her tone suddenly far more insistent.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you quip, slipping out of the classroom to head back toward the lecture hall.
But what she says next is far more devastating to your nervous system than anything else that’s occurred in the last ten minutes.
Because she says your name—not your screen name but your real name.
And you almost guide your character directly into a wall.
tigolebiddies: OMG WHY IS ABBY LOWKEY WORRIED IM SICK
ghostfaceluver69: finalgrl buffering in real time 😭
spookiedookie: USING HER GOVERNMENT NAME IS CRAZY BTW
“Did you just run into a wall?” She snorts, that amused edge slipping back into her voice.
“No,” you scoff, sinking deeper into your chair as your eyes flick back over to your second monitor.
sapphicxmoon: LIARRRRRR
strayteeth: SOMEONE CLIP THAT RN
“Ellie, don’t you have anything better to do?”
strayteeth: no ♥️
lighthavoc: @.lonewlf she’s heading to the lecture hall btw
“I’m disowning both of you,” you mutter, righting yourself before continuing quickly down the hall.
When you reach the door of the lecture hall, you faintly hear your name being called again. But this time it’s not through the walkie, it’s much closer as the proximity chat begins to pick up her voice once more and your heart does a nervous little flip.
Abby rounds the corner a second later, flashlight lowered at her side.
“There you are,” she says, sounding oddly relieved for someone who has spent the last twenty minutes actively tormenting you.
“Aw, did you miss me?” you tease, low and saccharine sweet as you push open the door, all while trying to ignore the way her presence seems to settle something in your chest.
And for the first time all night, Abby doesn’t have some smug response at the ready.
“Maybe a little,” she admits, following behind you into the lecture hall.
The raw honesty in her voice sends you spiraling almost immediately, no longer even trying to pay attention when she pulls out the spirit box.
“Hey,” her voice cuts through your jumbled thoughts a moment later. “Still with me?”
“Yeah,” you sit a little straighter in your chair. “Let’s do this.”
The two of you fall into an easy rhythm after that, working in tandem to slowly go through each evidence type and marking them off in your journals.
“Well, there’s no orbs on the camera,” you sigh, following her out of the van and back into the school.
“I told you there wouldn’t be,” she says, more thoughtful than smug. “This has to be a demon or a moroi.”
“Or it’s a shade,” you counter.
You glance over at your second monitor for the first time in a while and instantly release a groan.
strayteeth: why did this get weirdly domestic all of a sudden 🤨
lighthavoc: shut up babe, my new fav show is on
oogie_boogie_bitch: first date realness ✨
“Your chat seems awfully convinced that this is a date.”
You snort softly, ignoring the flutter in your stomach at the mere mention of a date and Abby in the same sentence. “I prefer to be wined and dined actually, not being hunted down by an evil spirit.”
bbqsauceonmytiddies: WINED DINED & 69’ED 😎
“Oh my god,” you choke out, laughing despite yourself. “I hate every single one of you.”
Beside you, Abby lets out an amused snort. “Dually noted, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”
Your eyes immediately flick up toward your camera. “Well, that’s extremely forward.”
“Hey, you’re the one that brought up being wined and dined, not me.”
“Right, because obviously an abandoned, haunted school is your idea of a romantic setting.”
Abby laughs softly, the sound immediately warming your insides. “Well, I guess it depends, are you having a good time?”
Her question catches you off guard more than it probably should have. Because despite everything that’s happened since she first joined your lobby, you actually are having a good time. A lot more than you’ve ever had streaming with someone new like this, and that thought both scares and excites you in equal measure.
You quickly duck your head, your cheeks feeling entirely too warm as you move past her character into the lecture hall.
“Maybe a little bit,” you mumble after a short pause. “But don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late for that.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re unable to stop yourself from grinning. “Alright, Casanova, back to it.”
And even though you can’t see her, you can absolutely tell that she’s smiling too.
The two of you slip back into that easy flow almost immediately as Abby heads to the back of the room, crouching near some scattered desks to set the ghost writing book on the floor while you pull out the EMF reader and start to sweep it across the room.
“The spirit box was crossed off, right?” she asks.
“Mhm,” you reply, glancing back down at the reader. “And the orbs. But I’m not getting much on the EMF just yet.”
“So assuming my theory is correct,” she continues, turning to face you. “We need fingerprints and ghost writing.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes again. “Bold of you to assume—”
The distinct scratch of a pen across paper stops you short and you rush to Abby’s side just in time to witness the pen floating on its own, frantically scribbling across the piece of notebook paper.
“This doesn’t prove anything,” you say before she even has the chance to gloat, checking ghost writing off in your journal. “It could still be a shade.”
“Uh huh,” she murmurs, entirely too impressed with herself.
And as much as you want to be annoyed, you aren’t. Because something about this feels so natural, so easy—like you’ve known her for years and not a half an hour. Which is why your next thought slips past your lips before you can really stop it.
“You know, you’re weirdly good at this,” you grumble, your tone bordering on accusatory. “For someone I’ve never even seen play Phasmo before.”
You continue past her character to head back toward the podium, not even realizing what you just revealed and the silence between you stretches a moment too long.
“So,” Abby says finally, amusement creeping back into her voice. “You watch my streams too?”
Your hand freezes on the mouse, your character stopping midway down the center aisle.
“I mean, I’ve seen clips…” you shrug in an attempt to remain nonchalant, but your voice sounds even less convincing in your own ears.
Abby hums again, clearly not buying it. And you’re absolutely certain by the time you log off for the night, that sound will be the thing that finally ends you—if the ghost doesn’t beat her to it.
As if on cue, a textbook suddenly flies off of the podium, slicing through the air between you and you jerk back in your chair.
“Jesus, fuck!” you yelp, the abrupt movement yanking the cord of your headset right from the audio jack.
Abby’s laughter follows almost immediately, only this time it’s louder and far more genuine than anything you’ve ever heard all night. It fills the empty air in your bedroom, which somehow feels even more intimate than just hearing it echo through your headphones.
You quickly scramble to plug your headset back in, feigning annoyance. But your scowl falters as her laughter fades into something much softer, almost fonder, which is doing irreversible damage to your insides.
strayteeth: Y’ALL BETTER BE CLIPPING THIS SHIT
5nightsatfuckthis: ON IT BOSS 🫡
lighthavoc: the tiktok editors are gonna have a field day with this one lmao
“Well, I’m glad you find my terror so amusing,” you chide, readjusting your headset.
“I think it’s adorable actually.”
“Shut up,” you mumble, entirely embarrassed but completely incapable of putting any real malice behind your words.
But Abby just laughs again, which unfortunately isn’t doing anything to help your already flustered state.
“Okay, focus,” you mutter, mostly to yourself as you pull out the ultraviolet flashlight from your inventory.
“I am focused,” she scoffs.
You release a small groan. “You know, you’re really not helping right now.”
“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago.”
“I said you were weirdly good at this, not that you were helpful.”
“Basically the same thing, isn’t it?”
“Abby…” you warn.
“Okay, okay,” she says with another laugh, “I’ll stop.”
“Thank you,” you sigh, relieved.
“For at least another thirty seconds.”
“Abby!” you hiss, completely exasperated.
“What? I’m just setting realistic expectations.”
You just shake your head with a roll of your eyes before pointing the light at the book that just nearly assaulted you both. A large handprint immediately blooms beneath the purple glow and you sink a little deeper into your chair because, of course, she has to be right about this too.
The universe must really have it in for you today.
“So, Betty Davis is a demon,” she says, not even attempting to hide her exuberance. “Who would've guessed that?”
“Are you always this infuriating?” You quip, already circling the word demon in your journal with a frown. “Or is this just your terrible attempt at flirting?”
A beat passes.
“I mean, I wouldn’t call it terrible.”
finalgrls-right-titty: OH MY GODDDDD
anxiouslezbean: SHE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT OMG
omniouspoot: 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣
And for a solid five seconds, your brain stops functioning altogether.
strayteeth: I think she broke her lmao
lighthavoc: someone check to see if our girl is still breathing 😭😭
lvsersclub: rip finalgrl 🪦
“You still alive over there?” Abby asks, still sounding entirely too pleased with herself.
“I’m perfectly fine,” you huff, finally regaining enough of your composure to turn and start heading for the door. “You coming or are you gonna start flirting with the demon too?”
Abby just snorts, still overly amused as she follows you out of the room and into the dimly lit hall.
“Would that bother you?” she asks, almost too casually once you reach the top of the stairs.
You immediately stop walking. “Would what bother me?”
And for the first time all night, Abby seems to hesitate.
“You know…” she starts, slower now, like she’s choosing her words carefully. “If I did start flirting with it.”
You let out a short, disbelieving laugh before continuing down the stairs. “You’re insane.”
“That’s not a no,” she hums, already keeping pace with you again.
“We are not having this conversation right now.”
Your eyes flicker back over to where your chat is actively losing their minds.
strayteeth: THATS 👏🏻 NOT 👏🏻 A 👏🏻NOOOO
lurker4life: IM SCREAMING
dorkyxxfemme: “we aren’t having this conversation right now” is the most obvious non-denial denial I’ve ever heard in my life. 😭😭
“I’m banning all of you,” you grumble, willing your character to move faster.
“That seems a bit harsh…”
“You encouraged this!”
“I did no such thing,” she objects.
You shoot your camera a look.
“Okay,” she concedes with a small laugh. “Maybe just a tad.”
The entrance is finally within your sight now, as another flash of lightning shines through the broken window panes and casts harsh shadows along the floor.
Everything is done. The ghost has been identified and all your evidence has been collected. Now all that’s left is getting back to the truck and pretending like the last five minutes never even happened.
If you were only that lucky.
It’s as if the ghost has grown tired of hearing the two of you constantly bickering, because as soon as Abby crosses over the threshold, the front doors immediately slam shut and the lock clicks firmly in place with you still stuck on the other side.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you hiss, immediately gripping your mouse tighter as that heart beat audio cue fills your ears once more.
“Oh no,” Abby murmurs, actively trying to stifle a laugh.
“This is your fault.”
“My fault, huh?”
“Abby,” you huff, sprinting down the hall toward an empty classroom. “Just know that if I fucking die right now, I’m absolutely coming back to haunt your ass.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” she muses.
You mute yourself before you can say something that might actually get you killed, relieved that now no one can hear your small squeak of surprise when the ghost suddenly materializes at the end of the dark hallway.
You duck inside the first classroom you reach, quickly crouching to hide under the teacher’s desk.
The ghostly footsteps outside the room grow louder as the seconds continue to tick by, and you curl yourself deeper into your gaming chair as if that will help you to somehow remain hidden.
“Hey,” Abby’s voice comes through on the walkie barely a second later. “You’re doing fine, just breathe.”
But her words of encouragement only seem to aid in causing your pulse to spike even higher than before.
Then the footsteps suddenly stop, directly outside the classroom you’re in. The muscles in your shoulders tense, and you quickly remove your hands from your setup lest you accidentally hit a button and totally fuck everything up.
You sit there in complete silence for who knows how long, only releasing the breath you were holding when the audio cue finally fades into the background again. An overwhelming sense of relief hits you then, and you practically slide right out of your chair.
“You okay in there?” Abby’s voice comes over the walkie—half concerned, half amused.
“Define okay,” you snort, getting yourself situated again before you move your character out of their hiding spot. “Because I think I just almost had a heart attack.”
Abby’s soft laughter crackles through your headset again. “Yeah, but you didn’t.”
“Thank you for that incredibly insightful observation, Abigail.”
“Anytime.”
You don’t even bother to hide your grin this time as you rush toward the front doors. “You’re lucky that I think you’re funny.”
“Glad to know the feeling is mutual,” she murmurs, and something in your chest flutters.
The rain is coming down in heavy sheets by the time you make it back out to the truck and when the doors shut and the debriefing screen loads, you’ve come to a devastating realization that you don’t want this to end just yet.
You allow your eyes to flicker across the results for a moment longer, a soft smile beginning to tug at the corner of your mouth. It was a near perfect investigation—probably one of the best in your entire history of playing Phasmophobia.
But that’s not the real reason why you’re grinning like an idiot.
“You know, we actually made a pretty good team back there,” she says, sounding far too sincere.
The sudden admission catches you off guard, but she’s right.
“Yeah,” you admit quietly. “We kinda did.”
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
And somehow that feels far more dangerous than anything that’s been said all night.
“So…you wanna go again?” you ask softly.
“Sure,” she replies, almost too easily. “Run it back?”
“Yeah,” you murmur, adjusting your headset. “Let’s run it back.”
Lawyer!Sevika x Assistant!Reader
✧Chapter Twelve: Half Naked.
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**MMDNI**
"Get the door," Vi mumbled from somewhere beneath the blankets, her voice thick with sleep.
You groaned and shifted beneath the covers, blinking slowly as consciousness returned. Sometime during the night you'd kicked most of the blankets onto the floor. Your bun had nearly fallen apart as well, leaving loose curls and tangled strands hanging around your face. Another series of knocks rattled through the apartment.
"Alright!" you called hoarsely. "I'm coming!"
The pounding didn't stop.
With a sigh, you pushed yourself out of bed. The oversized t-shirt hanging from your frame slipped slightly off one shoulder as you shuffled across the apartment. Cold air brushed against your bare legs, and you rubbed at your eyes while making your way toward the door. Whoever was on the other side clearly had no intention of leaving.
You unlocked it and pulled it open.
The bright hallway light immediately made you squint.
Sevika stood on the other side.
For a moment your sleep-addled brain struggled to process what you were looking at. The emerald green suit fit her perfectly. The tailored jacket sat neatly across her broad shoulders, and the morning light spilling through the hallway windows caught against the dark fabric. Her silver eyes looked impossibly bright against her skin, and her dark hair had already been clipped back into place.
She looked completely awake.
Completely put together.
The exact opposite of you.
You rubbed your eyes again and squinted up at her. "Aren't I off today?"
Sevika nodded once before drawing in a breath. "I realized this case is going to require considerably more paperwork than I originally anticipated. I thought I might offer an on-site cash bonus if you came in and handled it."
Your exhaustion vanished almost immediately.
Extra cash?
"Sure," you said without hesitation. "I just need to get ready."
To your surprise, the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "You have about an hour."
Your brows shot up. "So you planned this?"
"No, I—" The words stopped abruptly.
You frowned.
Sevika wasn't looking at you anymore.
Her eyes had shifted past your shoulder toward the bed.
Toward Vi.
Your confusion only deepened.
"Come in," you said. "I'll make coffee."
Still half asleep, you stepped aside and allowed her inside.
Behind you, Vi finally stirred properly. The blonde rolled onto her back and squinted toward the front door before suddenly sitting upright.
"Sev?" she asked, shocked. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Sevika lowered herself onto the couch with a grunt. "This is my employee."
Vi stared at her. Then she looked at you. Then back at Sevika.
Her eyebrows slowly climbed higher. "Then why are you at her apartment this early?"
The room grew strangely quiet.
You wandered toward the kitchen, oblivious to whatever was happening behind you. The coffee maker gurgled as you filled it, and the familiar smell began spreading through the apartment.
"I thought I'd offer extra work," Sevika replied.
The answer sounded perfectly reasonable.
At least to you.
A few minutes later, Vi wandered into the kitchen wearing nothing but boxers and a hastily pulled-on shirt. Her hair pointed in every direction. She accepted the mug you handed her and immediately took a sip.
"Why didn't you call?" she asked.
Sevika pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I don't have her number."
Vi barked out a laugh. "You don't have her number?"
"No." Sevika murmured.
"Then how do you know where she lives?" She plopped onto the couch beside Sevika, spreading out comfortably while sipping her coffee.
For the first time, Sevika seemed genuinely caught off guard. Her jaw tightened. Her eyes drifted briefly over Vi before snapping away again.
The tension was obvious to anyone paying attention.
Unfortunately, neither of you were.
You were busy digging through your closet trying to find clean clothes, and Vi was far too entertained by the entire situation to notice she was sitting beside a woman who looked one poorly chosen sentence away from committing a felony.
You hurried into the bathroom and tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the counter before reaching for a plain black bra. Time was already slipping away. You barely had enough to get yourself presentable, let alone worry about changing everything. After fastening the bra, you immediately grabbed your toothbrush and began brushing your teeth, moving around the small bathroom while mentally running through everything you still needed to do.
You didn't bother changing your underwear.
There wasn't time.
A minute later, you wandered back into the apartment with the toothbrush still hanging from your mouth. The cold air brushed against your skin as you crossed toward your dresser.
Sevika's eyes widened.
Across the room, Vi sat comfortably on the couch with a mug of coffee balanced in one hand and the television remote in the other. She flipped lazily through channels before glancing toward Sevika from the corner of her eye. The smirk that spread across her face was immediate.
You remained completely oblivious.
Bent over in front of your dresser, you pulled open drawers and searched for something appropriate to wear. Court meant professionalism. More importantly, it meant representing Sevika well. Eventually you settled on a fitted black long-sleeve blouse and a dark pencil skirt. A pair of simple kitten heels would work well enough.
As you gathered the outfit into your arms, you found yourself glancing briefly toward Sevika.
You wished you had suits like hers.
Everything she wore looked expensive and sharp. Confident. Effortless.
Sometimes you wished you leaned more into that side of yourself. The more androgynous side. The side that felt stronger than soft blouses and careful makeup. But every time you tried, you ended up second-guessing yourself halfway through.
With your clothes gathered against your chest, you disappeared back into the bathroom.
The sound of conversation drifted through the door while you got ready, though between the running water, the buzzing in your ears from rushing, and your own movements, you couldn't make out what either woman was saying.
You focused on your reflection instead.
Your hair was still curled from the night before. Thankfully it hadn't completely fallen. After brushing through it, you pinned most of it into a professional bun, leaving a few loose strands around your face to soften it. Then came your makeup. Nothing dramatic. Just enough concealer, mascara, and color to look awake.
Once that was done, you pulled on your stockings, buttoned the blouse, stepped into the skirt, and slipped into your heels.
The final touch was lipstick.
You tossed the tube into your purse before taking one last look in the mirror.
Good enough.
When you emerged from the bathroom, both women looked up.
"Alright," you said with a long exhale.
You grabbed a lint roller from the counter and quickly ran it over your clothes.
Something felt strange.
Your eyes shifted between them.
Vi looked amused.
Sevika looked furious.
Your brow furrowed.
Had something happened while you were getting ready?
You glanced toward Vi again. She only smirked and tilted her head. Meanwhile, Sevika sat stiffly on the couch, shoulders tight, her expression unreadable except for the irritation radiating from her.
Your stomach tightened.
Oh God.
Was this about last night?
Had she changed her mind?
Was she embarrassed?
Did she regret almost sleeping with you?
Maybe walking around half-dressed hadn't helped.
The thought settled heavily in your chest.
You swallowed hard and adjusted your purse strap.
Neither woman offered an explanation.
Eventually Sevika stood.
You followed.
When you reached the doorway, you paused and looked back toward Vi. "Hey."
She glanced up. "What's up?"
You motioned vaguely toward the apartment. "Stay as long as you want. Just make sure you lock up."
Vi saluted with two fingers. "No problem."
You started closing the door before pausing again. "Oh. And can you feed Franklin for me?"
Franklin lifted his head from the couch at the sound of his name.
Vi laughed. "Got it, babe."
You blinked.
"Okay..." you said with an awkward chuckle.
Then, just as the door was swinging shut, Vi called after you. "See you later!"
"Bye." You smiled despite your confusion.
The moment the door clicked closed behind you, the smile faded.
Sevika stood waiting in the hallway with her hands tucked into her pockets, her expression still carved from stone.
You hesitated. "Are you ready?"
She nodded once.
Stiffly.
Without another word, she turned and started walking toward the elevator.
You hurried after her, increasingly convinced you'd missed an entire conversation while brushing your teeth.
The elevator ride was painfully quiet.
You stood beside Sevika with your purse hanging from one shoulder, absently twisting the strap between your fingers while the floors ticked by above the door. The fluorescent lights reflected off the brushed metal walls around you, and for the first time that morning you actually looked at her.
Really looked at her.
Your eyes drifted to the expensive watch sitting on her wrist. The face gleamed beneath the elevator lights, undoubtedly worth more than your monthly rent. Probably several months of it.
You stared at it for a moment before glancing up at her. "Do we have time to get coffee?"
Sevika's eyes shifted toward you immediately. One eyebrow rose as she slid a hand into her pocket. "Are you asking me to buy you coffee?"
You shrugged and looked away casually, though your stomach was still slightly twisted from whatever strange mood she'd been in all morning.
"No." You paused. "But if you want to, that'd be nice."
A slow breath escaped through her nose.
Then she smiled.
Not warmly.
The smile looked almost amused. "Vi didn't offer?"
Your brows immediately pulled together. "What?"
"Coffee." She tilted her head as she whispered it.
You stared at her.
For a second you genuinely wondered if you'd missed part of the conversation.
"No?" You let out a scoff and shook your head. "I'll get my own coffee then."
The elevator doors slid open.
Before she could step out first like she always did, you walked past her.
The change was small.
Petty.
Childish, maybe.
But you were annoyed.
Your heels clicked sharply against the lobby floor as you headed toward the building entrance without waiting for her. Usually she was the one setting the pace while you hurried after her. Today you pushed through the front doors first.
And you didn't hold them open.
The cool morning air hit your face immediately.
You crossed your arms tightly over your chest and waited at the crosswalk while traffic rolled through the intersection. A bus groaned past. Somewhere farther down the street someone honked their horn.
A moment later Sevika appeared beside you. You could feel her looking down at you. "Are you pouting?" She asked amused.
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt.
The crosswalk signal finally changed.
"No," you said, immediately sounding like someone who was absolutely pouting. "But you're being awfully rude for a boss who called me into work on a day she promised I'd have off."
You started across the street before she could answer.
The sound of her loafers followed beside you.
Neither of you spoke again until you reached her car.
The black Mercedes sat waiting near the curb, polished enough to reflect the morning sunlight. You stopped beside the passenger door and stared at the handle.
You stopped beside the passenger door and simply stood there, your purse hanging from one shoulder while you stared pointedly at the handle. The morning air brushed against your face, carrying the scent of rain-soaked pavement and car exhaust from the street beyond. You didn't say a word.
You didn't have to.
After a few seconds, Sevika realized exactly what you were doing.
Her brows slowly climbed upward.
The look she gave you was somewhere between disbelief and irritation.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." The curse left her under her breath as she hurried around the front of the Mercedes. Sunlight flashed briefly across the windshield as she moved.
She reached the passenger side and yanked the door open with far more force than necessary.
You smiled sweetly.
Then you climbed inside.
The leather seat was cool beneath you as you settled in, smoothing your skirt over your thighs and placing your purse in your lap. The scent of the car surrounded you immediately. Leather, expensive cologne, and the faint lingering trace of cigar smoke that always seemed to follow Sevika wherever she went.
The door shut with a heavy thunk.
A moment later, Sevika rounded the front of the vehicle and slid into the driver's seat. She looked thoroughly unimpressed as she pulled the door closed behind her. The Mercedes hummed softly to life when she inserted the key and turned it. The engine purred beneath you, smooth and expensive.
You watched her adjust the rearview mirror.
Then the side mirror.
Then her grip on the steering wheel.
The silence stretched.
You turned toward her in your seat, studying the sharp line of her jaw and the tension lingering in her shoulders.
"Seriously," you said at last, narrowing your eyes. "What's your problem?"
For a moment she didn't answer.
She simply stared through the windshield while her fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.
Then she shrugged. "I didn't realize you had your girlfriend over."
The words settled between you.
For a second, your brain seemed to stop working.
You stared at her.
Then you blinked.
Once.
Twice.
The realization slowly spread across your face as all the strange comments from the morning suddenly clicked into place. The coffee question. The attitude. The cold shoulder. The way she'd looked at Vi when she walked into your apartment.
Oh.
Oh my God.
A laugh escaped before you could stop it.
Then another.
Within seconds you were completely losing it.
You doubled over in your seat, one hand clutching your stomach while the other covered your mouth in a failed attempt to contain yourself. Your shoulders shook violently as laughter spilled out of you. The more you thought about it, the worse it became.
Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.
"You thought—" you gasped, trying and failing to catch your breath. "You thought Vi was my girlfriend?"
Another burst of laughter hit you immediately.
Your forehead nearly touched your knees.
The entire situation was so absurd that it bordered on unbelievable. All morning you'd been trying to figure out what had put Sevika in such a foul mood, convinced you'd somehow offended her without realizing it.
And all along she'd been jealous.
The realization only made you laugh harder.
Across from you, Sevika remained perfectly still behind the steering wheel, her jaw tightening more with every sound that left your mouth.
That did absolutely nothing to help.
In fact, seeing her expression only made it worse.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Sevika kept her eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead as she spoke. The words came out a little too quickly, a little too stiffly. Her hands remained locked around the steering wheel, knuckles pressing faintly against the leather.
You stared at her.
Then you laughed again.
Not as hard as before, but enough that your shoulders shook. "You absolutely do."
A muscle jumped in her jaw. "I don't."
You leaned back in your seat and turned fully toward her, one arm draped across the center console as a grin spread across your face.
"You thought I slept with Vi." You teased lowly.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Sevika's grip tightened immediately.
You watched her fingers flex against the steering wheel.
Watched her stare even harder through the windshield.
"Whatever you have going on with Vi is none of my business," Sevika said flatly as she turned the wheel. "I'm just your boss."
You snorted and folded your arms across your chest before sinking farther into the leather seat.
"Yeah, sure." The city rolled past outside the windows while you shook your head. "I don't think bosses do what you did yesterday."
Sevika's eyes flicked toward you briefly before returning to the road. "I wouldn't have if I'd known about you and Vi."
You let out an exasperated laugh and dragged a hand down your face. "Why are you insisting I'm with her?"
Her brow furrowed immediately. "Because she was half-naked." She glanced at you again. "And so were you."
You groaned and leaned your head back against the seat. "Oh my God."
The courthouse came into view ahead of you, its stone exterior catching the morning sunlight. Sevika guided the Mercedes into the parking lot while you stared at her in disbelief.
"Cait broke up with her," you explained. "She was upset, so I let her sleep over." You let out a small chuckle and shook your head. "That's literally all that happened."
The car slowed into a parking space.
For a moment, Sevika said nothing. Her expression shifted almost imperceptibly.
The tension that had been sitting in her shoulders since she'd arrived at your apartment seemed to ease. Her mouth twitched slightly, like she was trying very hard not to react.
You noticed immediately.
A smile spread across your face.
"Don't worry." You reached over and lightly touched her forearm. "Vi and I are nothing but friends." Your voice softened. "Just friends."
Sevika exhaled slowly through her nose.
The crease between her brows finally disappeared.
You couldn't help smiling wider.
The reaction was impossible to miss.
Without looking directly at you, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her keys along with her credit card. She placed both into your hand before finally meeting your eyes again.
"Go get us coffee." Her tone was perfectly professional.
Unfortunately for her, the faint hint of relief on her face had already given her away.
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