In honor of sevika new haircut, may u do a little something of sev coming home to reader with her new hair, she feels so pretty and readers reaction makes her love it even more 😍🤭
i am so fucking obsessed with her new hair i think if she was my gf irl and came home with that haircut i would pass out. omg.
men and minors dni
the front door slams. "i'm home, baby!" sevika calls.
you grin from your bedroom.
jinx had forced sevika out on a shopping trip, convinced that they both needed 'new looks' if they were going to be leading zaun. sevika was a grumpy mess this morning-- change is always hard for her, and her favorite outfit is a comfort. it holds a lot of memories. but you assured her that she could always put it back on if she wanted, and that sometimes, change was good.
(and if you were the one who suggested the spree to jinx in the first place-- sevika never has to know.)
you're excited to see what she's picked out for herself-- excited to see some of the things jinx forced her to buy too.
but as you come running into the living room, all your thoughts of clothes go flying out the window.
sevika's cut her hair.
she blinks at you, a shy, sweet smlie on her lips as she reaches up and tries to tuck the short strands behind her ear. they fall right back into her face-- too short to stay. "d-do you like it?" she asks.
you swallow thickly. "you look so fucking hot." you whisper. sevika's worried face breaks into a grin, her adorable tooth gap on full display, and as her face morphs the light catches on something beneath her lip.
"you really think s--"
"is that a fucking piercing?!" you shout, sprinting into your girlfriend's space and pinching her chin between your fingers. she giggles. "oh fuck. sevika, are you tryna fuckin' kill me here?"
she laughs. "you like it?"
"fuck sev, i'm worried to see your new outfit-- i might get so horny i die." you say. sevika cackles and drops the bags in her hands to wrap her arms around you.
"we'll wait for that until tomorrow, then." she says.
"i didn't think there was any fucking way you could ever get hotter, but look at you, baby." you huff. sevika just laughs.
"y'know... my hair's a real good length to tug on, now." she points out. "wanna try it out?" she asks, wagging her eyebrow at you.
you giggle and nod, pulling her in for a kiss, moaning when your hand grazes her shaved undercut.
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lawlight angst hc (spoilers)
i started reading the death note manga and there's this one panel talking about light's nightmares and i like to headcanon that those nightmares never go away. even when his memories are gone in the yotsuba arc, he's still having nightmares that he doesn't fully understand but he knows it has something to do with him possibly being kira. he always brushes it to the side though and keeps gaslighting himself into believing it's not true. i especially like to headcanon that the night he gets his memories back, the night before he kills L, he has the worst nightmare he's had since the start of all of this and it completely ruins him. like he just wakes up in a sweat and starts sobbing, to the point where he can't even try to deny himself from anything anymore. i also like to think that on this same night, him and L are sharing the same room together despite not being handcuffed anymore. L probably requests it just because his suspicions are up again, and watching light wake up in a complete panic is the last piece of evidence he needs. but instead of acting on this, he just chooses to ignore it. because despite everything, light is his friend. and he would like to die knowing that the night before his passing, he was beside his friend, not his murderer.
the panel in question btw:
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Yellow
@steddiemicrofic December prompt: pine | wc: 508 | G | cw: none | tags: misunderstandings, pre-Steddie
“Looking good, Nance. Did you do something with your hair?”
Nancy did not.
She knew for a fact her curls looked worse for wear thanks to the raging wind outside. Steve knew that, too – had to, with his in-depth knowledge of maintaining hair, curls or not. Eddie stiffens next to her.
“I’m here to return this,” Nancy pulls out a Breakfast Club tape from her bag with a forced smile.
“Great movie choice,” Steve trudges on with otherwise admirable perseverance. The ugly green Family Video creases inelegantly as he leans forward.
“I think it sucks,” Eddie jumps in. He grins but Nancy knows him well enough to tell how tense he really is.
And isn’t that a wild thought in itself? Nancy would never expect to get along so well with Eddie Munson and yet here he was, dare she say it - her best friend at the moment.
Steve lets out a nervous laugh, red dotting his cheeks as his hand ventures out to rub his neck. Robin’s bright eyes keep darting back and forth between two boys, an unreadable look on her face.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Nancy says once she slips into the driver seat of her car. Eddie joins her on the other side, uncharacteristically quiet. Her eyebrows drop lower. “He’ll get over it soon. You’ll see.”
“I don’t know, Wheeler. He seems pretty dedicated.”
The thing is, Nancy’s observant. She pays attention to her close circle of friends, and that includes Steve. Something about this isn’t adding up – the compliments, the showering with attention. And it’s not only because she’s usually left with a morose Eddie, unfairly pining away, in the aftermath.
It’s been going on for weeks now. Something’s got to give, eventually, she’s sure.
It does, a week later, when Steve Harrington knocks on the Wheelers’ front door in the middle of the day, clad in an ironed shirt and beige khakis.
“Here,” he hands her a bouquet of yellow roses. “They’re for you.”
She makes a point of not taking them. They hang awkwardly between them until Steve drops his hand with a grimace.
“We’re not getting back together,” Nancy tells him bluntly. Steve’s a good guy, he is, but he can be a bit obtuse sometimes.
To her surprise, Steve doesn’t deter her. Instead, he blinks. “What?”
“It’s sweet that you’re trying,” she tries. “But we wouldn’t work out. We just wouldn’t.”
He blinks again. “I don’t-uh. This is awkward.”
Understatement if she’s ever seen one.
“I don’t want to date you, Nancy,” Steve finally says. He winces before adding. “No offense.”
“Then what’s with this?” she points to the flowers. “The compliments? All of it?”
He sighs. “I know we didn’t really end on good terms. And your opinion matters to him- I mean, he's just so-”
“Him?” Nancy questions before realization dawns on her. “Eddie?”
“Wait, does he think I – shit!” Steve’s eyes grow wide as he shoves the flowers into Nancy’s chest and backs out towards the car. “Shit! Sorry, Nance. Gotta go!”
Yellow Roses are the symbol of friendship <3
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