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sevika x reader (754 words)

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SUMMARY: sevika is forced to confront an unwelcome truth

WARNINGS: season 1 sevika, light angst, established relationship, allusions to sex, nudity (sevika & reader), no mention of reader’s physical description, able-bodied reader, mentions of hypothetical death/sacrifice, smoking (sevika & reader, what are they smoking? whatever you want), bad grammar, “proofread” (i skimmed over it sleepily), written out of the need to get out of my writer’s block, inspired by this post

(I do not consent to my work being published/translated elsewhere or used for ai chat boxes.)

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atmosphere by taylor jenkins reid

actually fuck her. not in the dirty way santos would love to fuck that woman. like screw her forever. shit, she wasn’t being clear.

garcia and her were done.

it was just one too many days left on read, one too many consults where the woman was dismissive, one too many denied hookups. trinity had to call it. she couldn’t let herself keep getting caught up in things that were bad for her. as much as she loathed to admit it, the whole doomed lesbian situationship with a hyper-competent older woman was just something she couldn’t handle.

so here she was, at crash’s 21st birthday party, unable to drown her sorrows without all her coworkers knowing something was up. god forbid a girl be a little emotionally radioactive around these empathetic geiger meters. she could’ve gone into radiology or pathology with the other avoidant people but no!

crash was being weird. it was her birthday, an important birthday, the birthday that allowed her to drink freely in public, and she was nursing her second drink like a soccer mom at an applebees who had to go pick up the kids after.

trinity could accept that though, at least crash wouldn’t ask why she was so huffy like princess did.

so trinity sat next to victoria who was at the booth with all their bags and jackets. they barely acknowledged each other which was boring. trinity wanted to get out of her head.

“not feeling very ‘girls gone wild’ tonight, young sheldon?” trinity took a sip of her overpriced hard seltzer. it was tough when you only trusted sealed drinks.

“don’t call me that,” victoria snapped. when trinity honest to god flinched back, the girl softened a touch. “sorry, i’m just…birthdays suck.”

trinity teased, “aww, did no one come yours when you were eight?” victoria looked away sadly. ashamed. god, trinity felt like a dick. her voice warmer when she continued, “hey, fuck all those people.”

victoria rolled her eyes and settled them on the dusty dark ceiling. “i don’t know why i thought he would come. i’m so delusional!” she attempted a smile, but it was brittle.

“who?”

“matteo,” victoria replied. “i’m not even that into him anymore, i just thought-i don’t even actually know what i thought would happen.”

the next song that played was a little louder, so trinity scooted a closer and lowered her mouth to the girls ear. “you wanted to start off your year with a bang. nothing wrong with that.”

victoria glared at trinity’s flippant tone, “you wouldn’t get it. i’m-i had some plans.”

trinity really laughed at that. her bratty, big eyes. the naive idea you could ever really count on someone else to fulfill your girlish fantasies. “afraid you’ll have to swipe that v card somewhere else then, my dear.” trinity kept grinning down at her. victoria was pretty like this, all frustrated with her hair down.

and one and a half dirty shirley’s really was enough to loosen her up because victoria cocked a brow and cockliy asked, “you offering to hate fuck me or something?”

it was a joke, obviously. but it was the type of joke that had an underlying truth to it. the type of joke that was more about feeling out a boundary.

“i don’t hate you. i’d make it nice.”

so they slipped out a side door that probably ought to have an alarm attached to it. after so many nights of being underneath garcia, being tutted at and pulled like a puppet on strings, man was it nice to press a girl up against a wall and feel her go pliant.

victoria was a surprisingly good kisser. probably practiced on her had or something. trinity catalogued the joke for later. she quickly started grabbing at trinity’s hips desperately, clenching her thighs together in such an obvious way. little mewls fell between them and trinity felt sure she wasn’t making them.

“my place is a ten minute walk. dennis is staying at robby’s,” trinity casual whispered into victorias neck.

“wait, why is dennis-“

trinity interrupted, “you really wanna talk about dennis right now. because i can think of a lot more fun things to do with our mouths.”

“oh wow. yes, ok,” victoria sort of stammered.

the prettiest couple at the pitt

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