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You look weak.

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sevika doesn't know how to say 'i love you.'

thinking about sevika who doesn’t know how to say i love you back, not because she doesn’t feel it—but because she feels it too much, and it scares her.

cw: sevika and reader have a minor argument over reader being reckless.

she’s never been soft with anyone before. never had a reason to be. love, to her, was always something that came with conditions, power plays, and strings attached. so when you come into her life with that patience and the gentle way you look at her—she doesn’t know what to do with it.

she’s awkward about it, at first. clumsy in the way she shows affection—buying you your favorite snacks and drinks, pushing them toward you without a word, standing guard by your side without ever admitting she’s doing it on purpose, brushing your hair from your face with calloused fingers and then pretending like it didn’t happen.

but you notice, because you love her in ways she doesn’t even know. 

one night, after a long day and an even longer silence, you’re curled up in bed while she sits at the edge, elbow resting on her knee, cigar in hand. the room is low-lit, and she hasn’t looked at you in ten minutes.

“are you okay?” you ask softly.

she shrugs. “yeah.”

you sit up behind her, arms wrapping around her middle. her body tenses for a second—always like she expects you to pull away—but then she melts into it, leaning back into you.

“you don’t talk much,” you say into her shoulder. “why?”

“never been good at it,” she mutters. 

“you don’t have to be good. you just have to be honest,” you whisper.

she lets out a low laugh. “that’s the thing. not sure what to say.”

you pull back just enough to look at her profile, her tight jaw, eyes on the floor. “you could start with why you always act odd when i say that i love you.”

her eyes flick to yours, startled. she’s quiet for a long moment. “you mean it?” she asks.

you blink. “what?”

“when you say it. you mean it?” sevika clarified.

you sit fully now, cross-legged behind her. “of course i do, sev. i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t.”

she exhales slowly, rubbing her free hand over her face. “i don’t get it.”

“what don’t you get?” you ask.

“you see me. all of me. the scars. the temper. the shit i’ve done,” she looks back at you now, eyes sharp. “and you still love me?”

you reach out, brushing your fingers down her back. “yeah. i do.”

she looks away again, muscles clenching. “people like me… we don’t get that. not for real.”

“you do,” you say, gently but firmly. “you get me. you get this.”

sevika turns to you then, finally. there’s something raw in her face—something open and fragile, if only for a second. she doesn’t say it. not yet.

she puts down her cigar on the ashtray placed on the bedside table. sevika leans to cup your cheek with her rough hand, pulls you in, and kisses you like a vow. steady and real.

when she pulls back, her forehead rests against yours. “i’m trying,” she murmurs.

you smile, eyes fluttering shut. “i know.”

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“what were you thinking?” sevika’s voice is sharp—borderline panicked—but it comes out like anger because that’s all she’s ever known how to wield.

you’re pacing the concrete behind the bar, arms crossed over your chest, adrenaline still pumping from the confrontation that just ended. “i was fine. it wasn’t even a real threat, just some drunk man talking shit—”

“and what if it was? you don’t even know who he is or if he had a weapon!” she cuts in, brows furrowed like she’s holding back something far bigger than anger. “you can’t just walk around like you’re untouchable.”

you scoff. “i know i’m not! i didn’t even ask you to step in, vika.”

“didn’t have a fucking choice!” sevika says.

you look at her, exasperated. “you always have a choice.”

she steps in close, towering, teeth gritted. “not when it’s you.”

your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. 

sevika runs a hand down her face, like she’s trying to wipe the emotion off with it. her voice is lower when she speaks again, but it shakes at the edges. “you don’t get it. there are people in this city who’d put a bullet in your head just to see me flinch. just to get leverage.”

you stare at her, stunned. “so you only care if they get to you?” the second you say it, you regret it. but it’s already out there.

sevika goes still. her jaw works silently for a moment. “of course not,” she growls, stepping even closer. “i care because if something happened to you, i wouldn’t fucking recover.”

your breath hitches.

“i’d burn this place to the ground if anyone so much as touched you,” she says, voice shaking now, fury and desperation bleeding together. “and i’ve been trying so hard to not need someone like that. but you—fuck, you ruined that for me.”

you look up at her, heart racing. “so what, that’s my fault?”

“no,” she says, softer now. “it’s not a blame thing. it’s a love thing.”

the silence that follows felt like surrender. she doesn’t say it pretty, doesn’t even say it with care—but it lands.

“say that again,” you order. 

she shakes her head, eyes flitting away for a second. “i’m not good at saying—”

“say it, sev,” you repeat.

sevika meets your eyes. “i love you,” she says, like it hurts. “i love you,” she repeats, quieter, but no less intense. “so don’t go walking around like your life doesn’t matter, because i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

her shoulders drop the moment you press your hand to her chest, grounding her. “okay,” you whisper, leaning into her. “okay, i won’t. i’m sorry, sev—i love you too.”

she rests her forehead against yours, breath warm and ragged. sevika’s jaw is clenched, but the tension is starting to bleed out of her shoulders, now that she’s touching you. now that neither is yelling. now that you’re safe.

you brush your fingers up her chest, let them settle at the collar of her shirt. “you’re shaking,” you murmur.

she huffs out a soft laugh. “yeah. kinda hard not to when you almost get yourself killed in front of me.”

you smile, just a little. “you’re dramatic.”

“you’re reckless,” she retorts. 

you raise your brows. “and yet you love me.”

that gets her. 

her lips twitch, but there’s this look in her eyes now—exasperated and fascinated. like she’s still trying to figure out how someone like you ended up wrapped around someone like her. her mouth brushes against yours, soft and unhurried. you hum against her lips, hands sliding up to cup her face, and you feel her sigh into your mouth.

she pulls back just an inch. “you scared the shit out of me.”

you press a quick kiss against her lips. “i know.”

“you don’t get it,” she murmurs, voice rough. “i’d kill for you. die for you.”

you press your forehead to hers again, whisper, “i’d rather you just love me.”

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Something something Sevika x chubby/plus!reader fic based on the movie Bound yada yada blah blah blah

I have the itch to write it (if it hasn’t been done already…has it?)

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It’s not difficult to be inclusive of black/brown girls in your fics. I’m not saying that you HAVE to be because by all means if you don’t wanna include us and don’t want us to see ourselves in your fics too then that’s simply a place we’re not welcomed and we don’t need to be there to begin with if that’s how you feel. But what I am saying is, it’s super easy to write your fics so that they aren’t exclusive to white/lighter skinned Asian women specifically. So when I hear people say “I would but it’s too hard”, lies. ✨ LIES ✨

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Blame and Earl Grey - Sevika

General Tags/Warnings: 18+, this isn’t smut but it’s very obvious what was going on, no obvious/explicit genitalia mentions (mentions of Sev wearing a harness), fluff, no reader pronouns, Sevika can’t handle emotions (pt. 3948392) and is flustered?!?!, she’s like kinda ooc sorta (I made her a bit of a loser okay I can't help myself), this is predominantly from Sevika’s POV/thoughts, yk the drill no proof reading

Word Count: 1.5k (1,569 to be exact ;))

Playlist:

“LUNCH” by Billie Eilish “From the Start” by Laufey

A gasp emitted from your lips as your head fell back, eyes rolled to the back of your head, hips slowing down. Your senses were overtaken by her entirely - her smell, her sounds, her touch, her taste. Waves of pleasure gifted to you by her touch, her hips, her lips. You could feel your brain shutting off, bursts of white popping behind your eyelids.

Her hips stuttered before stopping entirely. You could feel her face fall into your neck even with your eyes still shut, allowing the pleasure to fill your senses. Your hands instinctively went to her hair, threading your fingers through the short strands, but not pulling. Just resting there as she inhales your scent and you try to ground yourself. A moment of softer sentiment, someone might mistake.

After a time of simply sitting there together, her face still in your neck and pressing fluttering kisses into it, you climbed off her lap and fell to the bed beside her. Your chest rose and fell steadily as you worked to catch your breath, eyes remaining closed, trying to gather your brain before dealing with her gruffness again.

Sevika shuffled, taking the harness off her hips and letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. Her flesh arm rested over her eyes and a foot planted on the bed, her knee bent upwards, swaying side to side. You hummed some at the movement, trying to fight off the exhaustion threatening to sweep over you. 

What you didn’t realize was that she was desperately trying to do the same. But your quiet hums weren’t helping. And, I mean, she could rest her eyes a little, right? Ten minutes longer in your bed wouldn’t hurt.

Her eyes blinked open as sunlight hit her face. 

That was the first thing she noticed. Sunlight.

Fuck.

The second thing she noticed (or rather, was brutally slapped across the face with the realization of) was your chest pressed into her back, and your arm wrapped tightly around her waist. And you still asleep.

Actually, nope. Now you were blinking awake.

Fuck.

This is why she didn’t stay. She fucking never stayed. Not with any of Babette’s girls. Not with the random hook up she came across at the lovingly dingy and dark bar she felt at home in. It was her golden rule, the number one in her own personal ten commandments. 

Next to doing anything for Zaun, of course.

Yet here she is, having fallen asleep against her better judgement in your bed. And your arm was wrapped around her? Talk about a blow to her ego.

Oh this…this…

This was your fault.

Yeah, it’s all your fault. If you didn’t tire her out by deciding to “return the favor” three separate times last night she would have had the energy to leave! And don’t get her started on the dreamy look in your eyes every time she made you finish that definitely did not make her heart skip and tumble, no it did not. And by Janna, if you didn’t smell so good with your scented soaps and lotions and the homely, warm feeling of your apartment and the lush blankets of your bed and—

Oh and now this? The dazed, hazy look in your eye as you looked at her all tired. Your pouty lips and your small sighs as you slowly wake up. The way you subconsciously leaned more into her and the warmth her body emanated. 

Again, no it did not make her heart skip.

This was all your fault!

“I-“

“I need a coffee, I think.” Your voice was rough, cracking from the overuse last night. You sounded like a goddamn angel from above. “Actually…maybe tea. With some honey.”

Her eyes were wide as she watched you raise your hand up from her waist to wipe away the sleep from your face. And she was surely not gonna look too much into the tug on her heart when the weight of your arm was gone from her body. You sat up slowly, the aches throughout your body making your movements slow and methodical. The blanket fell down to your waist, exposing the many marks and bruises and scratches and Janna, maybe she should be more mindfu–

What is she talking about?! She’s never cared about the marks she’s left on people before.

She kept watching as you bent down out of bed to grab up some shorts and a black tee she was pretty sure belonged to her. Pulling it on, you winced from the burn in your muscles. You looked back to her, still staring at you as she rested up on her elbow. She had such a ‘deer-in-headlights’ look that it almost made you giggle.

“Did you want some tea too? It might help with some of the, uh…aches.” You pointed down to the angry-looking claw marks along her shoulders.

It took Sevika a moment to register the words coming from your attractive mouth. She blinked a few times, realizing how long she had been staring as her eyes had dried from it. She closed her mouth, trying to re-wet it from the cotton-like sensation that had suddenly overcome it.

“Tea’s fine,” she finally acknowledged, her own throat hoarse. You nodded, a very obvious smirk quirking up the corners of your lips. The gleam (or was it a twinkle?) in your eye didn’t go unnoticed by her, but she maintained her composure until you walked out of the bedroom, leaving the door cracked open to give her privacy while you made the tea.

…well this is absolutely fucking ridiculous. She flopped back on the bed, bringing up her hand to wipe over her face as she stared at the ceiling. She doesn’t even drink tea! Why did she agree to a cup of it when it would only prolong her staying. She just needs to get up out of the bed, get her arm on, get dressed, and get the fuck o-

Were you humming?

She sat up, angling her body so she could see you through the small space where the door was cracked open. Sure enough, there you were, hips moving back and forth as the hot water kettle heated up on its electric coil. The light that flitted in through the opened blinds on your kitchen window created this…ethereal glow against you. And you were fucking humming like everything was fine and dandy. She was half expecting birds to fly through the window and land on your shoulder and just start singing with you because of course you could somehow make that happen.

Sevika’s head shook, trying to break her out of whatever it was that you had over her. Her bare legs swung over the side of the bed, and she spotted her black boxers and pants conveniently a foot from the bed. Sliding those on, as well as her bra that happened to be hiding underneath them, she walked out of the bedroom to go for her shirt. Yes, the one you had on.

“Tha-”

“I’m not quite sure how you like your tea so I didn’t put anything in it.” Your words swiftly cut her off as you poured the hot water into the cup that the tea bag was already sitting in. ���And this is just some plain earl grey. I do have some others if you’d like though! I probably should have asked before I poured the water but, oh well.” You shrugged your shoulders, moving to pour the hot water into your cup now.

The words she had planned to say somehow got shoved back into her mouth and then died in her throat. She just blinked rapidly, watching as you set the kettle back onto its electric coil and then moved to pull out the honey from your cabinet and milk from your fridge.

“Hope you don’t mind oatmilk.” Her eyebrows furrowed. She’d never tried it before, actually. 

Her eyes moved down to the two mugs in front of you. You just finished fixing up yours with all the little add-ins, and she stared at the pumpkin-shaped mug, the pain on the outside slightly chipping away. She then turned to the dog-themed mug that sat next to it, the water inside turning a transparent brown from the tea bag.

“Thank…you.” The words were slightly heavy on her tongue, unfamiliar as she hadn’t uttered them in years. Your head turned to face her, and a small smirk curled at the corner of your lips.

“Any time, Sevika.”

Yeah, it really was your fault she fell asleep. And she’s blaming you for the fact that she decided to stay a few hours longer after she woke up. I mean, she couldn’t just leave the actually rather delicious cup of tea to go to waste. Nor the portion of food you cooked her for lunch. And when she noticed you still walking slightly funny, talking about how you needed to go to the market today, well…she supposes that she caused that. She should help take you. Just to make sure you were okay, of course. And if she helps you carry your groceries back from the market, that’s just her thanking you for the tea and the lunch.

We’ll also just say it’s your fault when she leaves a note promising to be back in a day or two in her own sort of cryptic speak.

This was written by @/ro-written and is not to be plagiarized, translated, or distributed anywhere else. Copyright 2025.

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"Innocent" Sevika hand doodles

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GOODNIGHT JACKIESHAUNA NATION

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Fighting so hard to not look up the Yellowjackets tag on here so I can go spoiler free through the show…but the voices are getting to me

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Me: fighting hard to keep Sevika in character in this new piece

Also me: but like…make her a little bit if a loser

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Being a writer is not writing/publishing anything for months and then getting an entire story idea right before you go to bed that you tell yourself “hm, I’m just gonna write that down in the morning” but you know you’ll forget by then so you decide to write down a “really quick blurb” to build on when you wake up and then end up writing half of it.

Anyways, there’s a soft fluffy (with very teensy tinsy bit of angst) Sevika one shot coming soon tee hee

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The never ending question of “do I continue the angst, smut, or fluff wip?”

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I’ve tried to gatekeep this series but I must share this masterpiece out with yall…I’m sobbing this story is so beautiful yall

SEVIKA X PREGNANT!FEM!READER ➥ COMPLETE. 18+

Sevika rescues a pregnant stray from the streets of the Undercity as her good deed for the decade, but plans go awry when she starts to enjoy the companionship, and her entire lone-wolf worldview comes crashing down. The kicker? Her stray is very much human, and the circumstances of your condition create a whole new set of challenges—challenges best solved with good, old-fashioned murder.

SERIES TAGS: pregnancy fic, mentions of past rape, eventual romance, eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence, PTSD, blood and gore

PART 1: NOODLE SOUP PART 2: FRIED APPLES & SWEETBREAD PART 3: MILK AND COOKIES EPILOGUE: BABY FOOD

AO3 LINK.

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i know this might be controversial, but enough is enough.

as someone who grew up in the rigidity—and, at times, oppressive nature—of roman catholicism, i am so tired of the religious!reader trope where they’re portrayed as so innocent they’re practically a child. we were not innocent. we knew the names of our bodies, the weight of shame, and the crushing complexity of guilt. i knew that my vagina was a vagina.

the sheer amount of extremely innocent!religious!reader fics is unsettling. they turn the reader into this caricature—wide-eyed, naive, almost infantilized, complete with pigtails and an oversized cross necklace perfect for a porn video thumbnail.

for me—and for a lot of other lesbians i’ve bonded with over religious trauma—it was never about innocence. it was about guilt. guilt over pleasure, guilt over sin, and all the ways we punished ourselves for being human.

we weren’t these overgrown children teetering around in purity. we were messy, complicated, and burdened by shame in ways that were far more nuanced than these portrayals ever capture. enough, please.

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:(( I’ll cry rn, thank you for including me!

Arcane fic recs

i'm not over Arcane s2.

Key: 🔥Smut - ❤️ Fluff - 💢 Angst - ❤️‍🩹 Hurt/Comfort

Last Updated: 24th January 2025

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🔥❤️‍🩹Viktor x Reader by @bluecookies02 🔥Sub!Viktor x Reader

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summary: You are utterly, hopelessly, and irrevocably in love with Steb.

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Political needs, of course. It's purely business. They would never be stupid enough to start an affair . . . Unless?

What's Mine by @ro-written (Femme!Reader x sevika)

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CALLING ALL FANFICTION AUTHORS!

please reblog this. i've talked about this twice before, but obviously not everyone has seen it. i am calling for anyone who writes fanfiction or posts about a certain game/show/universe in any connective manner to please, please- PLEASE, copy this memo below comprising links to supporting palestine, education on the situation in gaza, and a must-need for those who engage in TLOU tumblr; links regarding the creators (neil druckmann) zionism, and how the plot of tlou2 is based on the israeli occupation of palestine. i don't care if what you write seems "insignificant" or "small" in the grouping of larger fics. no. everything that is not related to palestine in any form NEEDS these links. because, when we stray away from reblogging, or writing up our own posts in support of palestine/sharing journalists stories/etc. even for a SINGLE piece of writing, we could be missing people who are unaware (which, shouldn't be the case atp, but..) and fucking especially because in these fandoms, fics are the most popular thing. not reblogs about palestine, unfortunately; there are so many fanfiction accounts who very clearly don't give a fuck about the whole situation, seeping in silence, posting fics during strikes, not taking accountability for it now, so on and so forth. please, for the love of all that is good- CALL THEM OUT! people gaining hundreds of notes, tens of reblogs, supportive comments on a post that completely disregards what is happening SO BOLDLY right now, should irk you. i swear, if i see one more fuckass "i didn't know!" apology from an author who is CONSTANTLY on tumblr, REGULARLY posting fanfiction, i'm going to fucking lose it. if you are on tumblr to begin with, being this active- you have time to reblog. actually, educating yourself and reblogging is way quicker than writing up fanfiction of any length. are you fucking kidding me? you are laughable. comical, not real, and i have nay an ounce of respect for you. ever. but besdies that; the memo. i want everyone to copy this, or make something similar. put this above your summaries, authors note, whatever comes before the writing. every post you make should link back to supporting palestine, cause you never know how many eyes it will reach. it could change a lot of things. on pc, i believe copying it completely will preserve the links, but i'm not sure if mobile will. again. do whatever you can to add it. don't be lazy. put this in ur masterlists/navigation too.

for all fanfiction authors:

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

for tlou fanfiction authors:

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.

you may add what is necessary, i wanted to keep it short for attention span sakes, and to avoid people skipping it entirely, and so on. i may edit these, fix up anything, but again, if you're using them you can edit them however. as long as you are linking anything in general, that is what matters. thank you, love from aestra. from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

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me when i join a fandom and drop one fic that does numbers and then disappear from tumblr for months 🙂‍↕️

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MDNI, 18+ only

*wakes up in a cold sweat* one of John Price’s favorite videos you send him while he’s away is you playing with yourself with manicured nails he paid for and the pretty engagement and wedding band shining on your finger *falls back asleep*