The Eight Stages Of Writing :

suggestive content. fluff. weed usage (reader + abby). extremely corny jokes.

the earthy aroma of pine and skunk fills the air; a puff of marijuana leaving your lips. the feeling of tranquility washes over you, pulling you into a deep state of relaxation. you used weed as a getaway, something to calm you when times get too rough. 

abby, on the other hand, has always been against using any sort of drug. she claims it’ll slow her down, kill her motivation of striving to be better. sure, she’s had a drink before or a hit off of manny’s joint, but never anything more than that. for the most part, she was stone cold sober. 

yet, she can’t get rid of that gnawing curiosity in her head. when she sees the way it affects you—how calm and serene you become, she wonders if it’ll give her that same effect. so, abby decided today was the day. the day she’ll finally get high.

she walked into the shared bedroom with confidence: shoulders back, chest high. exhaling a large breath she says, “i want—i want to try it.” 

you look up from your phone with a raised brow. “try what, babe?” 

“what you’re smoking, uh, weed.” she mutters the last part, looking off to the side like an embarrassed dog. 

you tilt your head, a smug smile spreading across your face. abby scoffs at your expression, rolling her eyes, and opening her mouth to defend her claim; you stop her before she does. “alright, c’mere.” 

she takes a deep breath and walks over to the plush bed. her body plops down beside you, the weight denting the mattress. you prop your feet onto her lap, your head leaning against the headboard. 

you take one last hit from the roll before you pass it over to her. abby examines it closely, flipping it around like she’s trying to figure out exactly what’s inside. a laugh escapes you at her curiosity, and she grunts in return.

“so… do i just?” she brings it to her lips, wrapping them around it. you give her a nod of confirmation, and watch her inhale the substance. 

a couple seconds later, you pull the joint from her. not wanting to give her an intense high especially since she’s been sober for a while. abby coughs aggressively, so aggressive that it brings tears to her eyes. 

you give her two pats on the back until she calms down, handing her a cup of water. she accepts it immediately, nearly chugging down the whole glass. “you okay?” you question. it’s hard to hide the slight smile breaking through, but you bite down on your bottom lip to conceal it. 

abby nods with a shaky exhale, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes. “already? jeez, baby.” you mutter, more to yourself than her. your hand cups her jaw, caressing her cheekbone as you watch the white in her eyes fade to a baby pink.

it’s silent for a couple moments, you find yourself tuned into the cartoon show playing on the television. your eyes wander down to the joint sitting in abby’s forefingers—the same girl who’s been staring at a wall for the pass two minutes. 

“abs, abby.” you say calmly, carefully taking the roll from her fingers and sitting it on a tray. she turns her head to you in slow motion, and it takes everything in you to not burst out with laughter. 

“huh?” she says it short, quick. it carries the same tone of ‘the lights are on, but nobodies home.’

“you okay over there?” you stifle a laugh, smoothing your fingers over her knuckles.

“yeah, m’ alright.” her words come out squished together and jumbled, eyes intently watching your finger swipe against her hand. “man, you got some nice fingers.” 

she wasn’t supposed to say that out loud. matter of fact, she probably didn’t realize she did. your breath hitches at her words, a wave of confusion comes over you, unsure of how to accept that compliment. 

it’s quiet again, but this time it’s different. abby has a puzzled expression on her face, like she’s trying to solve the world’s most difficult math equation. before you could ask her what’s wrong to you, she’s already parting her lips to speak. 

“wait, so, if two vegans get into a fight… is it still considered beef?” her question hangs in the air, letting it sink into your intoxicated head. 

“no, abby, what the hell are you talking about?” 

“wait no, no, no. it’d be called a fuckin’, uh.. a fuckin’ tofu tussle!” she snaps her fingers, making a click noise with her mouth. you double over in laughter at abby’s stupidity, and your mind instantly comes up with a meaningless pun. 

“okay, but if a tomato is a fruit, does that make ketchup a smoothie?” you make a mmm noise to add a sarcastic layer of curiosity. for a second, it makes her wonder. she takes a while to actually decide is it a smoothie? eventually, she gives up. already spewing out another horrible joke. 

“wait i got one.” she pauses to clear her throat, crossing her legs and turning to face you. “why don’t eggs tell each other secrets?” 

“i dunno, why?” you try to maintain a serious expression, but you already feel the smile creeping on your face. 

“‘cause they’re gonna crack under pressure!” abby slaps her knee like a dad, poking at your shoulder to ensure the joke. you both fall over laughing, your heads bumping together in the process. 

the night blurred into a haze of laughter and bad jokes, the two of you tangled up on the bed, giggling at everything and nothing. you could tell the high hit her hard, but she looked so damn peaceful, like every ounce of tension had melted off her bones.

“hey,” she whispered, blinking slowly up at you, “what’s the difference between a snowman and a snowwoman?”

you blinked, already bracing for it. “what?”

“one has snowballs.”

confidently horny bitch online, loser lesbian irl

i still can’t believe this incredible show ended with such a twist. what a great finale and what an intense and amazing scene, so sad we will never see what happens next :(

Sevika when she’s having a bad day.

⋮ ⌗ ┆BUT IT'S WARMER IN YOUR ARMS ּ ֶָ֢.

Happy ones tonight 'Cause it's warm ('cause it's warm) In your arms

The door shuts softly behind her.

No slamming. No grumbling. Just the soft click of tiredness. You hear the sound of her boots being kicked off, the low groan as she shrugs off her coat, and then her footsteps—heavy, slow—moving toward you like gravity is tugging at her bones.

You’re curled up on the couch with an old book of recipes that once belonged to your mom in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. It’s warm, gentle, quiet.

Until she drops onto you like a boulder. All strength and sighs and the kind of exhaustion only Sevika knows how to carry.

You set the book aside without a word. Your tea too. Her head finds its way to your chest, resting right in the middle like it belongs there—because it does. You feel her breathing, steadying against you.

Your fingers slip into her hair, slow and gentle, nails scraping softly against her scalp. She melts under your touch, that hardened tension she carries everywhere uncoiling piece by piece.

Nothing needs to be said. You know she’ll tell you later, maybe. Or maybe not. Some days, she just needs this—your skin, your heartbeat, your hands in her hair.

Eventually, with a kiss to her forehead and a promise of warmth, you nudge her toward the bathroom. The bath is already ready—steam curling in the air, water just how she likes it. She presses a kiss to your cheek before disappearing inside, stripped down to just skin and weariness.

While she bathes, you warm up the food you saved her. It’s simple, hearty. You plate it carefully, setting it on the table just in time for her to emerge—clean, warm, her hair still damp and around her face.

She eats fast. Not like she’s starving, but like she’s eager. Like every bite gets her one second closer to being back in your arms. You watch her with a small smile, heart quietly blooming. And once the plate is cleared, she returns to you.

Curling up on the couch with you again, her arm thrown over your waist, her face tucked in close. She exhales. This time it’s not weary. It’s peaceful.

You press your lips to her temple, and she hums low in her throat. Content.

No words needed. Just the warmth of home, Just the quiet love you hold her with.

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I need a vacation

this also goes back to the bpd because people with bpd tend to mirror other’s personality/actions

I love the little detail of Jinx scrunching up her nose when upset only on one side of her face and how she clearly got it from Silco.

Cos Silco's likely only emoting like that cos half of his face is paralyzed and so when he does it it looks natural, he just can't move that part of his face and it's likely that without the scar Silco would be emoting with his whole face.

However when Jinx does it it looks a little awkward. She has to keep half of her face relaxed meanwhile emote with the other half. So not only did she pick up this face expression from him but also the quirk of only doing it with one side of her face even tho for her it makes no sense. And not only does she mimic his face expression but she also acts a little like a literal mirror, with Silco emoting with the right side of his face and Jinx emoting with her left side.

"You attract what you fear" ahhhh a tattooed stone butch that's a hot nerd, will treat me like a princess and wants a girlfriend always at her service who will listen to her for hours, how scary!!

being weird and full of love can save you

and it might save those around you, too

*feels nothing* mmm, don’t like that *feels something but like, too much* mmm not a fan of that either