#sevika in flannel...

[strawberrykidneystone]

brewing

sevika x fem!reader

summary: the annual basket betting is right around the corner and caitlyn is trying to play matchmaker with you

a/n: ty for all the love in part 1!!!!

tags: gilmore girls au, diner owner!sevika, i love the basket betting episode, side poly victor x jayce x mel bc i said so, jayce is the mayor LMAO, fast burn bc im impatient, first kiss (YOU'RE WELCOME), hope you like fishing!

ao3 version

part 1

today was the basket betting day for raising funds to build the old bridge again and you had once again put off buying a basket until the last minute.

"how about this one?" you asked isha, who's face twisted into one of disapproval.

"too big," she signed with a shake of her head.

"okay goldilocks, well you've vetoed the last 3 baskets i've picked out so why don't you just pick it out for me?" you said in a deceptively sweet voice after tossing the basket back into the pile with the others.

isha responded with an eyeroll and dug through the baskets to find a reasonably small one that was still somewhat fashionable. while she dug around the pile of wicker, you picked up a few groceries that you were missing and waited by the checkout for her to finish up, hoping that she wouldn't pick too small of a basket so at least someone would bet on it without setting expectations too high.

out of seemingly nowhere, caitlyn appeared in front of you with a much too eager smile on her face. "morning!" she chirped happily, clutching her own basket that you had no doubt that vi was going to bet on. It was a reasonably sized basket, and you were sure that her kitchen staff wouldn't skimp on a full 3-course meal that would fill the entire thing up, topped with a dark blue ribbon as it did in years past. hell, before vi came along, even you would've bet on the basket for the food alone.

you gasped at her sudden appearance and put a hand over your chest as if you were having a heart palpitation, "jeez cait, i need to get you a bell or something."

she giggled and rocked back and forth on her feet, a mischievous smile on her face. "my apologies, but i couldn't wait to tell you. i've actually found someone to bet on your basket," she said with an all-too-proud look on her face.

you deadpanned and slumped your shoulders, "what." caitlyn's plans to set you up with her "friends" have never really gone right. the last blind date you went on, set up by her, your date would only talk about the stock market and its impact on the company she inherited from her parents. it was so boring that you went through 2 bottle of wine just to make yourself brain-dead enough to keep listening to them drone on.

"oh don't give me that look, it'll be fun!" she said with a big smile on her face with a playful nudge to your shoulder.

"yeah i've heard that before," you muttered under your breath as you could feel the dread building up in your gut as you watched her duck in between the aisles to find her pink-headed beau.

whoever she was setting up with you, it could not be good.

isha brought you out of your stance of disbelief by bumping your arm with the basket she had meticulously picked out and took your shopping basket from your forearm, placing it onto the waiting checkout conveyor belt. you snickered at her eagerness to get back home to stuff her nose back into her latest book, "okay okay i get it kid."

isha had dodged the town fundraiser by being a child still and would be safe in the library with a stack of freshly picked books at her side.

after checking out at the register and grabbing your groceries, the two of you were off to kill a few hours before it was time to bid.

-timeskip-

this was a new low for sevika.

self help tapes? who was she kidding. blah blah blah love yourself. who actually listens to this bullshit?

well, she supposed she did now.

communicating had never been sevika’s strong suit, but she was determined. if not for herself, then for you. who knew that you had to work on yourself to be better for other people? go figure.

her thoughts were interrupted by a loud commotion coming from downstairs and a frantic call of her name.

speak of the devil and he shall appear. well, she.

sevika ejected the cassettee tape out of her speaker and stuffed it in her sock drawer with the original packaging, running her fingers through her tussled hair and tucked it into a backwards baseball cap, before basically clamoring down the stairs at your desperate pleas. as she walked through the doorway, she almost steamrolled over you with the velocity that she had gained running down the stairs to you and looked at you with surprise. she had never seen you this frazzled before, and that was saying something.

"sevika you have to buy my basket," you basically begged, looking up at her with a look of desperation that reminded her of a feral animal being backed into a corner.

sevika furrowed her brows and stood there a little dumbfounded. she was willing to do a lot of things for you, but the basket auction? she still had her dignity. kind of.

"absolutely not."

"please sev! caitlyn is trying to set me up with these weirdos and i’ll be forced to have lunch with them!" you said desperately, trying to give sevika your most pathetic look to convince her.

"do they know they're betting on 2 packs of gushers and a peanut butter sandwich?" she teased but couldn't help but feel her heart ache at the thought of you going on an obligatory "date" with someone else.

"hey i resent that!" you said in an offended tone before a smirk crawled up your face, "it's a peanut butter and nutella sandwich."

“ooo my bad,” she said mockingly, still looking at you unimpressed.

you clasped your hands together and gave her the saddest eyes that you could muster, “please sevika! this is my hour of need and i need you! i would never leave you hanging like this!”

sevika pressed her lips together and tried to resist your sad eyes, but she was only so strong of a woman. she knew she could never truly say no to you, especially if it prevented you from having a lunch date with someone other than her.

“fine, just stop making that face it’s making me nauseous.”

“yes! thank you thank you thank you i’ll never make it again!” you cried out in joy with an obvious lie, dragging her out of the diner and over to the crowd that had gathered in front of the big gazebo.

the usually empty caged structure was adorned with multiple baskets of every shape and size you could imagine. while participation for the women in the community was “optional”, meaning you would get an earful from jayce if you didn’t make a basket (besides sevika who protested against the event every year), the community needed to raise money for the old bridge once again. jayce was shining on stage in his pristine white suit with both of his partners on either side of him, mel presenting the baskets while viktor meticulously kept track of who had bet on each one on his yellow legal pad.

jinx’s basket had just finished being bet on, sold for $5 to ekko with no resistance from the crowd (there was probably a stink bomb in the basket).

jayce held his hand out to mel, who picked up your basket as it had been next in line. you stood with sevika in the crowd with your arms unconsciously wrapped around her bicep, rapidly tapping her arm as jayce held your basket up. “it’s that one,” you whisper-shouted to her, slightly hiding behind her tall figure from the two people that caitlyn had picked out for you to bet on your basket.

"we'll start the bidding at $3," jayce said pointedly, smiling out to the crowd.

"hey size isn't everything!'' you said through gritted teeth, looking nervously at the two people who both raised their hands to bid.

sevika raised her hand when jayce called for $5 and soon the price of the basket had increased to a whopping $50, something that you could literally never imagine.

"$100, final offer," sevika said gruffly. you couldn't help but gawk up at her, shocked that she would go up that high for a basket that she knew the sad contents of.

the crowd was silent and jacye looked around for any opposers, "going once, going twice, sold to sevika for $100!"

there was scattered applause throughout the crowd and you could help but sigh in relief, hugging sevika's are slightly tighter, "thank you 'vika, you're a lifesaver."

"yeah yeah i'm a fucking saint," she grumbled, silently reveling in the grip that you had on her arm.

the rest of the auction went by in a blur, and you let go of sevika's arm for her to go claim her prize. as she walked back to you with the basket in hand, she looked into the small vessel and grimaced at the pathetic amount of food on the inside. when you opened your mouth to defend yourself, sevika held a hand up and interrupted you before you could, "let's just go get some food from my diner."

you smiled sheepishly and put your hands on your hips, "deal, but we still have to eat it outside like a picnic."

"deal."

the two of you walked side by side back to the diner, getting some intrigued side eyes from the rest of the townspeople of zaun who have been waiting for the two of you to be together since you first moved in. sevika made you two a quick meal and bagged it up, already knowing your favorites off the top of her head. she took the bag under her arm before you could even reach the bag to take it yourself. you fake-pouted about not carrying the bag, but "allowed" her to carry the bag as you followed her into a familiar clearing in the nearby woods that overlooked the dark green town lake that was sparkling in the afternoon sun. you unfolded the red gingham picnic blanket that had been stashed in your little basket and smoothed it out against the grass that stopped right before the sandy shore before taking a seat on your hip. sevika plopping down close to you with her legs crisscrossed, so close that your shoulders were practically touching. you couldn't help but watch as she meticulously laid out the spread of food onto the blanket, it looked like something straight out of a movie.

both of you sat in a somewhat awkward silence for a bit as you started to eat, neither of you quite sure what to say. was this an actual date? or just a friend thing? god this burger is good. i wonder what isha is doing right now- shit, focus, focus.

you polietly wiped your mouth with your napkin and cleared your throat, looking out at the lake, "have you gone fishing lately? i know you've mentioned liking it before but i don't think i've ever actually seen you at this lake."

sevika nodded along as she finished chewing the food in her mouth and finally swallowed it down, "there's honestly not much fish in this one, 'usually head out to the one on the border in my old man's old boat."

"i bet i would catch something if i fished out here," you said in an overly confident voice, hoping to get a rise out of her.

"you? fishing?" sevika said in a tone where you knew that she didn't believe a word you said.

"what? don't give me that! i've never been fishing, how will i know i don't like it unless i try it?" you scowled and crossed your arms over your chest defensively.

"you know what, fine. i'll take you out fishing," she said defeatidly, a playful smirk on her lips.

"then it's a date," you declared, shifting in your sitting position slightly.

that gave sevika pause as a much mroe comfortable silence stood between the two of you.

"...is this a date?"

you turned your head to sevika and blinked at her owlishly. your eyes scanned her face for any sign of her usual joking manner with you, but found none. she was being completely serious.

"do you want it to be a date?"

"yes?... no? i don't-" sevika sighed and took a deep breath to gather herself and think about what she wanted to say next. she looked deep into your eyes with her singing gold ones that gleamed in the sunlight and took your hands in her, her cold metal prosthetic contrasting the warm blanket of spring that had enwrapped the two of you.

"no, i don't want this to be our first date. i don't want our first date to be something that i bailed you out on because you didn't want to go to lunch with a stranger and especially not because of something caitlyn set up." you could feel tears welling up in your eyes and you couldn't help but giggle at the mention of caitlyn's failed plan, but you would definitely have to thank her for causing this.

sevika squeezed your hands in hers and chuckled with you, bringing her focus back to you when the moment passed. "i want to take you out properly, the way you deserve, the way I've been dying to take you out since you first came into my diner begging for coffee. will you please do me the honor of going out with me on a proper date?"

instead of responding, you cupped her cheeks with your hands and pulled her into a kiss. it was surprisingly soft but firm, as if both of you were holding your breath as it happened. her lips were satly from the food, but she smelled like freshly brewed coffee, a scent that attracted you to her from the beginning whether it was purposeful or not. when you pulled away, sevika's eyes were practically twinkling and dazed, looking at you as if you were her whole world. you couldn't help the smile that creeped up on your lips. "yes, yes of course sev," you said softly and sealed it with a peck on her lips.

she nodded and opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, she had wanted this for so long and it was finally happening, there were no words to express how happy she was in this moment. thank fully she didn't have to speak, she simply pulled you into another kiss, pouring all of her feelings against your lips, which you happily accepted.

a/n: sorry this update took forever college has been kicking my ass😔😔😔

part 3 coming soon

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[sevsgiirl]

— piss her off ‘til she hates me, pt. 1

pt. 2, pt. 3

mechanic!sevika x reader. men and minors dni.

synopsis: when the vacant house next to sevika’s finally got new tenants she didn’t think much of it. as long as her new neighbors didn’t cause any trouble, all was well. that is until she found out the neighbor had a young daughter.

word count: 9k words.

tags: age difference, alternate universe, mechanic!sevika, brat!reader, enemies to lovers, oral sex, dom!sevika, sub!reader, pet names, scissoring, hate sex, vaginal fingering.

note: for clarification, reader is 20 years old while sevika is her canon age in this (38-40)

you can check out the fic playlist here.

sevika wasn’t the buddy-buddy type when it came to her neighbors.

as someone who mostly kept to herself, she preferred to be left to her own devices, granted she wasn’t necessarily unapproachable. if you’d knock on her door to borrow some tools, she’d likely lend you hers. have some problems with your plumbing? on a good day, she’d offer to fix it herself.

she’d even attend the annual neighborhood barbecue sometimes, but she wasn’t the type to knock on doors and welcome the new people who had just moved in with freshly baked cookies. that’s something she left vander to do.

so when the vacant house adjacent to hers finally got some new occupants after the previous tenant moved out 3 months ago (a friendly old woman named babette who she would never admit to missing, she and her homemade lasagna she’d offer sevika for dinner) she didn’t think much of it.

but she was curious, so she peeked through her blinds to get a good look at the new tenants, trying to assess what she had to deal with.

when she looked, she was simply greeted by a man who looked to be in his 50s hauling out boxes - slouched posture, flannel button-up, and leather boots. he had the tiredness in his eyes that indicated he was just an everyday samaritan. she was happy about that because she liked her peace.

but before she was about to close her blinds again, a new figure caught her eye. this one younger, miles younger, who sported beaten up doc martens, ripped black shorts that ridden up too high around the rear area that sevika was quick to avert her gaze when she stared too long, and a loose fitted top that was sliced around one shoulder, leaving it exposed.

with painted black nails and eyelids adorned with dark eye shadow, sevika watched as you got out of the front seat of the moving truck and inspected the house in front of you with an intense gaze. before a small smirk made its way to your face, the kind she knew only meant trouble.

“looks great, dad!”

sevika couldn’t believe this.

𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚

it’s not that sevika wasn’t fond of people younger than her.

she was just too old to handle any of their shit. not that being forty-one was geriatric by any means, but she liked her peace, and she couldn’t necessarily have that if she had someone twice younger than her living just down the block. the possibility of house parties being thrown already sending shivers down her spine.

she already had vander’s daughters out of her hair, and even then she heard from him they’re coming back home for their semester break this week so that’s another problem to deal with. you couldn’t be too far from their age range either, probably closer to vander’s eldest, violet. which relieved her in a way.

she hasn’t even spoken to you yet but she dreads the day she’ll ever need to. but it seems as though your father heard her prayers because it didn’t take long after the moving truck drove off when a sudden knock came from her front door, making her raise her eyebrow.

she opened it and just her luck she was greeted by your father, a soft smile on his face as he gave her a gentle wave “hi there, me and my daughter just moved in and I wanted to formally introduce myself.”

sevika gave him a curt nod “I noticed. welcome to the neighborhood.”

again, she wasn’t the type to knock on people’s doors and give them a formal introduction to the whole damn block. the only way she ever got to know people was when word got around about her being the town’s mechanic. she was mostly acquainted with the fathers and uncles, meanwhile the women her age she preferred to sleep with. occasional flings here and there, nothing serious.

the only people she’d consider her friends were vander and silco, and perhaps some of her co-workers back at the mechanic’s shop but they lived elsewhere.

it was hard for her to truly get along with someone, albeit she isn’t opposed to making friends, it’s just something that takes time. she’s a tough cookie.

your father, on the other hand, seemed civil enough. sevika didn’t even notice the container he carried with him until he lifted it “well, my daughter baked some brownies and I thought maybe I’d give you some. wouldn’t hurt to befriend a few folks on the first day, and well, you do live next door.”

she eyed the container while she debated whether to return the gesture or not, and as she thought long and hard about it, she didn’t want to appear like an asshole.

“care for a cup of coffee, then?”

and that’s how she found herself sitting across from your father at her kitchen table, with him sipping his coffee while she chugged her third can of beer of the day.

despite herself, your father was pretty pleasant. thirty minutes of mundane chatting and she’s already gotten to know quite a bit about him - widowed and left to take care of his only daughter, your mother dying while you were only eleven years old. breast cancer. she offered a bit of sympathy which he appreciated.

“never got remarried?” she couldn’t help but ask.

your father laughed softly, shaking his head “no, can’t. when she died a part of me died with her, and I don’t think anybody can truly fill that void. plus I don’t think my daughter would be on board. not that she wouldn’t let me, she never cared but I know she still thinks about her mom a lot.”

sevika let out a hum “I get it. my mom died when I was young too. it never got easier.”

“it doesn’t.” he replied “she’s twenty now. a sophomore in college but sometimes I do feel like she’s clinging onto that part of herself when her mom was still alive. she became a bit rebellious after that. threw herself to drinking at sixteen, I tried to stop her which worked when she finally became eighteen, but her habits still kick in.”

sevika would be lying if she said she didn’t feel bad for the old man. she didn’t have any kids and quite frankly, has no intention of having any in the near future, but she can only imagine how difficult it’d be to see your child spiral like that and have it be out of your control.

“she’s doing a lot better now?” she asked.

your father nodded, although it seemed a bit uncertain “I think so. she’s on her mid-semester break and will be back by the end of the month.”

sevika sighed internally at that, at least she won’t have to worry about you potentially becoming a problem for too long.

her and your dad conversed a bit more after that - about how he decided to move here because he a got new job in town, and how your college was located two hours away, making him think that your visits would be limited given how you don’t like traveling for long hours (again, another win for her) he also asked her about her prosthetic arm ‘bad car crash. got stuck and had to get it amputated’ she explained and he gave a sympathetic look in return.

soon, she led him up to her front door. it was nearing the evening anyway, but she surprisingly appreciated the company.

“sorry if I took up much of your time, sevika.” your father apologized and she smiled. a genuine one.

“it’s no bother. if you ever need help don’t be afraid to ask.” sevika said and she meant it.

your father offered a grateful nod, walking down her driveway and next door to his house. when sevika looked, there you were waiting for him.

you decided to change into something more comfortable since you arrived. a tight-fitted black tank top with thin straps and grey cotton shorts that exposed your legs to the cold air. you didn’t seem to be wearing a bra either and given the weather, she could notice your nipples poking through the fabric even from where she stood.

sevika shook her head. goddammit . she just made friends with your old man and here she was ogling at his daughter. she wasn’t even supposed to like you.

as your father walked up to your front door he sent her one last wave goodbye, which made you finally look at her.

for that brief moment, your eyes locked. she couldn’t decipher that look on your face when you studied her, arms crossed as you cocked your head to side while your father spoke “she’s our next door neighbor, sweetheart. sevika, meet my daughter!” she only smiled awkwardly while you continued staring at her.

suddenly, that same smirk made its way to your face again, opening your mouth to respond “hi sevika,” you said, your voice sultry and sickeningly sweet. sevika hated that it did something to her.

you didn’t give her time to acknowledge your greeting before you turned on your heel and went back inside, and she didn’t even realize her chest tightened the entire time you two made eye contact until you were finally out of sight, making her breathe normally again.

[sevsbunny]

me to sevika

and yes i headcanon she uses she/her & he/him interchangeably who’s going to tell me otherwise

lumberjack!sevika who picks you up from grocery shopping, and a random man is standing too close. sevika pulls up in her pick up truck — big and domineering as it looms over you.

“there’s my wife. he won’t like if you’re still close to me.” you mumble, seeing the confusion on this man’s face as sevika hops out of the truck, leather boots echoing in the parking lot.

she’s got her red signature flannel on, one of the arms rolled up to reveal her mech arm that glistens in the sunlight when it catches. “wife? he?” the man asks incredulously with a chuckle, clearly not taking you seriously.

you huff as you see sevika making her way closer, noticing the etched grumpy face she already wears. “hey, sweetheart.” low souther drawl booms across the lot, the man starting to sweat as he really sees how tall she really is. “why don’t you go wait on in the truck. got ya some snacks.” she kisses your forehead as you obey, a smirk on your lips as you run your hand across her chest flirtatiously.

“go easy on him, won’t you my dear?

[archangeldyke-all]

Idea: Isha thinks Santa is real and is horrified of him because she thinks he doesn’t like her because she never celebrated before as well, she was a kid in the mines.

When decorating time rolls around she’s all pouty and sad until you and Sev confront the poor baby.

this is so fucking funny hahahaehhhaheahe

men and minors dni

it's christmas eve.

your family doesn't do the traditional christmas, especially since your family wasn't even a family this time last year.

you and sevika's usual christmas tradition is a nice homemade meal by the fire, maybe exchanging a few gifts, ending the night in your matching mr. and mrs. claus lingerie (just two santa hat and whatever red underwear you can find.)

but now you've got the girls, so you're trying to get a little more festive.

jinx and isha drug home a fallen pine tree branch a few days ago, decorating it with streamers and paper snowflakes they made themselves.

you and sevika splurged on christmas lights, hanging them on your front porch and lining the walls of your home with the multi-colored twinkles. of course, you've both been hoarding gifts for the girls-- anything and everything you could find that you thought they might enjoy you've piled up in the you and sevika's super secret hiding spot (under the bed) waiting to be wrapped tonight when the girls go to sleep.

it's been fun!

isha's been endlessly enchanted by the sparkly lights lining the streets, she squeals each time she sees a rudolph or snowman decoration, and she's obsessed with all the sweet treats that come around with this time of year. hot chocolate, christmas cookies, candy canes-- isha loves it all.

jinx has been having a wonderful time introducing isha to all the fun traditions that come around with the season. she custom made herself and isha matching stockings (she made you, vi, and sevika stockings too-- but none of them were quite as sparkly and fun as isha's.) she's been referring to the little girl as her 'elf'-- isha always bursts into giggles when she does. and when there's fresh snow-- jinx has been bundling the little girl up and dragging her outside to introduce her to the joys of snowballs and snowmen and snow angels.

so, overall, you've all been feeling pretty jolly.

but... you're starting to get a little worried tonight, because isha's been becoming increasingly restless.

you've got the fire going, christmas music playing on the radio, the four of you sharing a plate of cookies and sipping on eggnog in matching flannel jammies.

isha's frowning down at her feet, a worried furrow in her brow.

jinx is fighting off sleep on the couch, sevika's stoking the fire. you reach out and nudge the little girl's shoulder.

"you okay, baby?" you ask. sevika blinks over at the pair of you concern on her face as she looks at isha.

isha blinks up at you with anxious eyes. what is santa? she signs.

you look at your wife, the two of you having a panicked, telepathic conversation.

should we tell her he's not real? sevika's face reads.

you shrug. she's only five, she deserves at least one year of believing, don't you think? you ask with a quirk of your brow.

sevika sighs and gestures for you to speak. you giggle.

"santa's an old man who lives in the north pole, making toys all year with the help of his elves. on christmas eve, when we're all sleeping, he travels across the world using magic and flying reindeer, leaving presents for well-behaved kiddos just like you!" you explain happily.

only, isha looks horrified.

he comes in our house when we're sleeping!? she signs. sevika chuckles. what if he robs us?

"nah, kid, santa's a jolly old man. he's not a thief. he's been doin' this for hundreds of years and he's i've never heard of anyone getting robbed by santa." sevika says.

isha still looks skeptical. okay... but what about the song? he sees me when i'm sleeping and knows when i'm awake? how?

sevika snorts. "you're awfully smart for a five year old." she says, ruffling her hair. "santa's magic kid, 's how it all works." she explains.

isha hums, kicking her feet and digesting the new information. jinx snorts awake, blinking around and trying to pretend she's been awake the whole time.

what if he doesn't like me? isha signs.

your heart breaks a little, and you wrap your arm around her. "why wouldn't santa like you, kiddo? you're a great little girl. way better than jinx-- and jinx never got coal."

"hey!" jinx protests.

isha giggles a bit, then she frowns again, a tear trailing down her cheek. but... he never left me presents before.

your heart shatters. beside you, sevika lets out a heartbroken whimper.

"oh, isha baby..." you coo, pulling the girl into your lap.

"santa's not real, isha." jinx cuts in. you and sevika gasp and glare at her and she chuckles. "what?! it's true. he's made up, he's a fairy tale-- parents use him to trick little kids into behaving well."

isha sighs in relief. so, if i'm bad ms. baby and big mama will still give me presents? she asks.

you burst into giggles, and beside you sevika cackles.

"'course, kiddo. sevika gave me a holiday present the same year i blew her fuckin' arm off-- there's not much you can do that'll stop 'em from spoiling you from now on." jinx says.

well... shit. now you've got tears in your eyes. you didn't know that about sevika, and it only makes you love her more. you reach out and grab her hand, only to find it shaking a little. she must be just as affected by jinx's words as you are.

it takes you a few seconds to make sure your voice won't wobble before you speak. "alright, speaking of-- the two of you gotta go to your room so me and sev can put your gifts out. try to sleep, please." you say.

jinx giggles and pulls isha in her arms, both of them hugging and kissing you and sevika goodnight before wandering to their room.

the second their door clicks closed, you and sevika are in eachother's arms, crying with gratitude for your girls; the best gift you could've fucking asked for.

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[pupfemmes]

he/him butch sevika…. nnggghgghhbnnn blue collar butch husband sevika.. drives a shitty pickup truck and owns exclusively flannels and wife easers, cuts his own hair and doesn’t give a shit how awful it may look, is always wearing the strap cause who knows when the chance for a quickie will present itself, is always wearing every ring he owns but god forbid he wear a necklace, bush so glorious it kills people….

[mossangelll]

Hiya!! How are you? And could you please write silco headcanons with a sick reader :3 also happy new year!!!

silco x sick reader hc

thank you for the new years wishes, i hope 2025 is going great for you!!

you needed to go shopping and silco told you to wear a jacket, it was cold and rainy after a all

you rolled your eyes and decided against it since you would only be out for a bit

now you’re tucked up in the bed you share with silco, the stern man frowning down at your shivering body

“y/n i specifically told you to wear a jacket, did i not?” he pinches the bridge of his nose as he stands over you, and you open your mouth to retort but a cough racks your weak body instead

his eyes manage to sharpen even more so than they did before before

you start to sniffle and he lets out a defeated sigh as he continues to take in your rather pathetic demeanour

silco gets one of his lackeys to make you a chicken broth, something easy to keep down but warming enough to combat your shivers and shakes

he’s constantly coming by from his office to check your temperature and place a new cool flannel on your forehead

he tries to act annoyed by this “inconvenience” but you both know that he’s worried sick about you no matter how hard you try to convince him that you’ll be right as rain in no time

he rubs salves on your chest and back to ease any congestion, maybe taking sliiiiightly longer than he needs to

if you complain of any aches or pains he’s right on it, softly massaging away any discomfort with such expertise you would think it was his job

silco buys you a warm, and expensive, coat that goes down to your ankles and makes sure to guilt trip you into wearing it next time you go outside

he sings

quietly, just as you’re drifting off to sleep, he sings hushed lullabies and old songs since he’s convinced you sleep better when he does

and that’s all he wants - for you to get better

definitely has singed come by with medicine specially made for you - silco doesn’t let anyone else but him administer it though

when he feeds you spoonfuls of medicine, he always strokes your damp baby hairs with such sincerity and gentleness it makes you tear up

of course he gets startled by this and panics that he hurt you somehow and immediately tries to fix what he did

you drag him in for a hug before he works his way into a pit of anxiety and kiss him for as long as you can before pulling away to cough yet again

silco blushes like CRAZY and you finally feel like you have the upper hand

that’s until silco is also sniffling in bed with you by the end of night, complaining that he “caught your disgusting germs” despite the sweet crinkle of his eyes as you both weakly chatter away

now it’s sevika’s turn to (begrudgingly) look after you guys but she can’t even be mad when she sees how cute you two are tightly tucked up in bed snoring away well into the afternoon <3

masterlist

[nioreyounglove]

~ Thank You ~

(Sevika x Reader) nsfw

Word Count: 15k+

Y’all aren’t taking the hexstrap seriously enough for me.

Men and Minors begone

Content: Bottom(ish)Sevika, squirting, female orgasms, the strap has sensors

The sun is low on the horizon. Its orange and pink rays glide across your floor and the foot of the settee. It refracts through the balcony doors and the wine glass set near them. You gently graze a few fingertips along the rim while you think. You revel in the feeling of warm clothes and cool air against your freshly cleaned skin.

Your mind begins to float to a lovely little… daydream you earlier.

Your hand absentmindedly leaves the stemware and has barely peaked beneath your pants when -

“Hey! You ignoring me, jackass?”

Sevika stands over you, perpendicular to your frame. She lovingly smushes your face in her right hand. You smile at her brightly. “I didn't hear you come in.”

“‘Called your name like three times. You lyin’ to me, princess? Huh?” You giggle as she speaks against your neck.

“Something on your mind?” She asks. You gaze into her eyes and decide to shake your head. You can talk about it another time.

When she unhands you, you see she's holding a shmedium sized box under her left arm.

“Whatcha got?”

“‘Don’t know. It was at the door. It's got your name on it.”

She hands it to you as she walks to the bedroom to change. There's no other logo or description on the box. “I don't remember ordering anyth- Oh! Oh my gods it's here!” Having suddenly remembered the package you'd been waiting for, you rip the box open, snatch out the contents. You run to meet Sevika in the bedroom. She's slipping on a loose, low waisted pair of red and grey sweats. They don't at all match the icy blue pajama flannel she wears open over her bare chest.

Fuck, she's beautiful. Even more so when she rolls her shoulders and stretches her neck.

She grins when she catches you staring. “Can I help you, ma'am?”

Janna, she knows what that nickname does to you.

“I got us something. If you're not too tired for it, that is…” You wanted to be mindful of the fact that she just got home from work.

“Never too tired for you. C’mere.”

You meet her on the bed and present your items. “Oohh, a strap?” “Mmhmm!”

Any toys either of you had got destroyed back in the war and, well, there were just more important things to worry about in its aftermath. You two have been making due - more than, really- with each other's hands and mouths, but with the city finally returning to normal (much of that thanks to Sevika), you decided to treat yourself and your lover.

“It's technically a late stage prototype a good friend of mine’s been working on. She’s willing to let us have one in exchange for some feedback. And don't worry, she is the queen of confidentiality!”

Sevika begins to slot the dildo into the base of the harness. In a tiny print at its base, it says '6in x 2in" .

“Prototype? Is it supposed to do something special, or…?”

“Uh, yeah. I think so.”

“Did you read the instructions?”

You make an odd noise to express your annoyance with the question. Who needs instructions?

She sighs as you take the strap from her.

You press your hand to the inside of the base as you wiggle the dildo around a bit.

Nothing.

“Huh,” you begin stepping into it to see if that helps. “Maybe if I - ”

“Woah woah woah there, squirt. What d'ya think you’re doing?” Her eyebrow is cocked and she’s smirking, looking at you halfway in the strap.

In all honesty, you really were just trying to get it to work, but why bypass the opportunity?

“Well,” you pout, “maybe I wanted to top this time!”

Her grin deepens and she tilts her head.

“Oh really?!”

Damn she’s pretty. So pretty you almost lose your nerve. “Just this once… if that’s alright…”

Sevika chuckles and places her forehead against yours. Her hooked nose and baby grey eyes are all you see now. “Is that what you wa-”

“Yes.”

She chuckles again and kisses you gently. “Alright then, princess.” No hesitation.

You kiss her again, longer and deeper. Cradle her face in your palm as you moan. “I’m gonna make you feel good, love. I promise.”

“You always do.”

The excitement nearly makes you squeal. You step out of the harness and hand it to her. Sevika watches you bounce around the room collecting towels and lube. She can’t help but smile, really. You can’t either; Sevika’s never bottomed for you before, sliding confidently into the experienced-dom role you both love her to be in. But a particularly boring day at work had your mind wondering. You had wondered what Sevika was doing at work, if she was having as monotonous a time as you were. It was difficult waking up without her this morning, more so than usual as you awoke with a profound need between your legs. It worsened as you could still smell her lotion on the sheets. You didn't even have time to take care of yourself as your alarm blared and forced you to get ready for the day. You were aching again in the afternoon. All you could do was imagine being at home with Sevika. Being under Sevika - letting her rub the ache away. Then you started to think: what if she was under you instead? How nice would it be to tease her the way she teases you? To dominate her instead?

It seems dreams do come true.

“Okay, okay! How do you wanna be?” You ask referring to her position.

She chuckles again and looks at you through thick eyelashes. “However you want me, princess.” She sinks further into the mattress and man-spreads her legs. “I’m at your mercy.”

You kiss her again. “Have you ever bottomed before?”

“Don’t think so. Not fully, anyway.”

“You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“And you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable? If you wanna stop?”

Sevika places her hand at the back of your neck. Her forehead on yours once again. She knows it calms you. “Sweetie. I trust you. It’s… different for me, yeah, but I want it too. So don’t worry so much.”

You sigh and breathe in her scent. A light sandalwood cologne. “But you will tell me if you want to stop?”

She smiles at you. “Yes! Now hurry up, I’m horny!”

You giggle right along with her and push her onto the bed. “Careful what you ask for, Sev.” Her brows raise slightly in aroused surprise. She always liked it when your rougher side came out.

You both rush to pull her pants down. She doesn't have time to free her right ankle from her sweatpants before you’re shoving your mouth on her crotch.

“Oh!” She shouts out. Her human hand resting on your scalp. “Someone's - hng - eager tonight.”

You moan against her clit in agreement. She moans back in kind. That smooth, deep voice of hers makes you lick at her pussy a little faster.

She's leaning back on her mechanical arm but still staring at you. Her stormy eyes are half closed and she's breathing through her mouth. Charcoal colored lipstick smeared from your kisses.

“You're so fucking gorgeous,” you say against her, all muffled and jumbled. She grunts and flings her head back. She'd blame it on your voice's vibration, but you’re suspecting Sevika has a praise kink. During a recent tribbing session you could've swore she started rocking you harder when you thanked her for making you feel so good.

I'll keep that in mind.

You scrap your nails up and down her back, making her shudder and buck. You kindly guide her to lay flat as you draw her clit into your mouth. It's big enough to peak out from the hood and nearly peak out beyond her labia. She tastes good.

“Ooohhh…”

You decide to tease her by lazily spelling her name with the very tip of your tongue. You allow copious amounts of spit to collect and flow down to her. You take your two fore fingers and lightly message her entrance. She rakes her blunt nails across your scalp and rolls her hips at you. “Cut- mmm! Cut it out. I… missed you today.”

You swoon, “How sweet.” A French kiss to her womanhood. She gasps. “I missed you too.”

“Then act like it, ya fucking brat…”

You can't help the exhale of a laugh you let out. Any other day you'd do as you were told without question. But today, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine.

You slap her cunt, right on her clit. “Oh!” She shoots off the bed and looks between her pussy and your smug expression. She grabs your hair harder as she says, “Oh, you little - !”

“You're lucky I wanna try out my new toy, or else I'd punish you~.”

You steal some of the gas out of her demeanor and use your fingertips to shove her back onto the sheets.

You attach your mouth to her opening and suckle. “Ahh…fuu…!” She’s gripping the shit out of your hair now, forcing you closer into her. You want - so desperately - to grab at her chest and pull at her nipples. Instead you opt to loop your arms around her legs and use one hand to hold open her lips, and the other to thumb aggressively at her clit. Her back is a perfect arch over the sheets, her head tossed back. You get to watch her breast shake as she trembles. It’s a beautiful sight until something nearly splashes in your eyes. You’re taken aback, but you have the wherewithal to close your eyes whilst still sucking on her hole and rubbing her out.

She lets out a deep and long groan as you eat her through her high. She slams her metal hand into the mattress as her body tightens. She knows that if she keeps her eyes closed and her body tight she’ll come again, but she also knows that she’ll sob and damn near cry in front of you if she lets that happen. She trusts you to get her there and back safely, but it’s a particular level of vulnerability she’s yet to allow herself to express, so she moves your bodies at shimmer-like speeds to kiss you instead.

You make out with her, hard and a bit sloppy. It’s her way of saying thank you. The amount of love and gratitude passing through her lips makes your heart flutter. Her praise has always brought out the submissive side of you. There was something deep within you that felt eager to please and, more often than not, had you on your knees.

You have to call out her name to prevent yourself from submitting to her now. She was at your mercy, after all.

“Vika,” you moan. “Baby, let up please.”

She whines and lightly bites your lip as she pulls away, making you smile until you get shy again.

“Can you…um…ride me?”

“Whatever you want, sugar. Whatever you need.”

Her devotion crashes into your heart-space and puddles in your core, making you hot. You kiss her more as you both work to lube up the strap and fit its harness around your hips.

It quickly lights up a hextech blue and slowly dies down, taking you both by surprise.

“I guess that means it’s working?” You say.

“You'd know for certain if you read the instructions.”

You stick your tongue out at her and she's quick to suck it into her mouth, sucking on your muscle until your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Huh,” she starts, “I guess I do taste pretty damn good.”

She positions herself as you recover from the attack on your tongue.

Six feet of muscle and brown skin tower over you. Her nipples sneak out from behind the flannel - dark and hardened. She looks at the cock before lowering herself. She doesn't take her time, she just lets her cunt swallow half the thing in one go. Facing a new challenge head on like always.

She cries out - you practically scream.

“Ah-Ahhh!” You shoot up and bury your face in her sternum, clinging to her as you convulse and pant and drool. You hold her position halfway on the dick, like you were begging her not to move lest you black out completely.

“Shit. Are you coming?”

You are. When her heat engulfed the strap, some rush of the sensation zapped right to your clit. It was as if the strap was a biological part of you. You could feel - for the first time - what it would be like to truly be inside of her. Your fingers could not compare.

She gives you a beat, but you're still just mumbling against her skin.

“Hey,” she pokes at your head, “you alive in there?”

“It - it… oh gods. I…” You kiss her sternum as you catch your breath. “I can feel you. I feel you…”

“Feel - like, inside me?!”

“Yes! Yes. It was just too much… all at once. But I'm good now. I'm good now.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looked like you were about to have a conniption. We can take a break if you ne- Uh!”

You've leaned back and dug your heels in the mattress to spear into her the rest of the way. You've braced yourself this time, not letting her tightness completely overwhelm you. But shit, she still felt so good.

“No. Need you. Please.”

She groans lowly and collects herself. “Alright, princess. Let me take care of us.”

She uses her body weight to push your hips back down onto the bed.

You moan like bitch every time she moves. Her pussy’s hot, and the thicker pads feel like velvet. You can even feel the uneven ridges of her walls. Your body jerks every time she tightens, especially near the tip. Every time she bottoms out, she rolls her hips to create friction on her clit. You could feel that too. Shit, you swear you can feel her pelvic hair against yours. You have to bite down on your knuckles to stave off your orgasm.

Her chest heaves in rhythm with yours. She occasionally bites her bottom lip. You're glad she's enjoying it but in the back of your mind, you note that you can tell she's new to this; she's readjusting her arms’ position every few bounces. It's unlikely that she's tired, probably just self-conscious, doing something so new.

Oh, my poor baby.

You find the will to place a hand on her hip to stop her. You guide her to lay her torso on yours. She still holds some of her weight up with her arms as they rest on the pillows above your head.

The hand you run down Sevika’s back makes her shiver. It lands on the swell of her ass and you tilt her hips up just so and lock your arms around the small of her back.

You plant your heels in the mattress and a kiss to her neck, and begin bucking up into her non-stop.

“Ahh! Nng!”

“Oh, fuck!”

You're both making noises you've never uttered before and - hell, is that her g-spot? Your tip glides across its puffy and soft surface and it is only by some miracle that you're able to pull your eyes from the back of your skull and peer up at her. She's cross-eyed and nearly drooling. The dark hair framing her face makes her eyes look bigger than ever. You can't hold back anymore, but you need to take care of her too. You draw her nipple between your lips and lavish them in love.

Sev falters and drops more of her weight on you - her body is writhing and her pussy is spasming around you. She slurs your name.

Your tip is squeezed between her walls and her g-spot and it makes you dig your nail into her skin. Your mouth can't let go of her chest.

Your second orgasm grips you by the throat. Your own pussy clenches as your clit throbs against the feeling of her climax. Through the haze of everything - cramping muscles, stilted breaths - you feel a massive wet spot spread beneath you.

You allow your orgasm to wash into the sheets. You hug her tight as you both recover.

Time passes. You've removed the strap from Sevika, and now lay in the wet aftermath of your lovemaking. She rolls off you and flops on the bed. It's only now that you see the creamy white substance smeared around the base. Fuuuck.

“You okay?” You ask softly. She brushes her hair from your face. You revel in the affection.

“You see what you just did to me?! I'm more than “okay”, princess.”

“Thank you, Vika, so much.”

Sevika rolls to rest her forehead on yours. “S’that what was on your mind? Taking control?”

You nod.

“You can ask me anything, idiot, you know that.”

“Yeah. Just got a little nervous I guess. Thank you again though…”

“Always such a fucking sap,” she kisses your lips, “you're welcome, idiot.”

“Would you do it again? I know I have a lot to learn about topping, but I'd like to take care of you more often, if you like it too.”

She sighs and runs her hand through your hair a little more. “You keep fucking me like that and you can do whatever you want with me, baby.”

You kiss her lips. “I'll keep that in mind~”

° ° °

I'm not 100% in love with it, but I refuse to let perfectionism rule my life any longer! More to come 😋

[cup1drul3z]

★ — ENDURE AND SURVIVE | THE FULL COLLECTION

CW : POST-Apocolyptic, BIG age gap, reader is in 20's sevika is in 40's angst, fluff, suggestive themes, major charater death, sevika and reader arent main charaters techinclly, guns mention, blood mentioned, swearing, depression, set as the second game

A/N : war is over

The community hall was packed wall-to-wall, buzzing with energy despite the cold biting outside. Tables had been pushed aside to make room for dancing and shouting kids, boots thudded against the old floorboards, and someone had rigged up string lights along the rafters to glow like stars. It was too hot inside for jackets now — folks were in flannel and thermal shirts, sleeves rolled up, laughter echoing from every corner.

You were up on the makeshift stage, a few old rugs thrown over the platform and wires taped down where they could be. Your fingers plucked steadily at the mic stand, breath fogging slightly despite the heat. The acoustic guitar was slung over your chest, and next to you, your dad sat on a stool, half-smiling as he tuned the strings of his own.

The crowd quieted as your dad gave a small nod. You took a breath.

"I walk through the valley... of the shadow of death..."

The first verse rolled out smooth, your voice cutting through the heat and noise with something cooler, steadier. The place didn’t go silent — not completely — but people turned to listen. Conversations hushed, and someone near the front lowered their drink mid-sip.

Your dad played beside you, slower, steadier — grounding your melody with practiced chords. He didn’t need to look at you to follow your lead. He never had to. You'd been doing this long enough together to speak in rhythm.

A couple of teens sitting on the floor swayed. The cook scooping stew near the back paused with the ladle mid-air. One of the younger kids near the front whispered, “That’s my favorite,” as you hit the chorus.

"…And I fear no evil, because I’m blind to it all…"

It wasn’t perfect. The mic crackled once. The guitar went slightly out of tune. But it didn’t matter.

You had their attention — and you were bleeding honesty through every note.

When the final line drifted out and your dad let the last chord fade into the hum of conversation, the applause came slow but warm. People clapped, some whistled, others just gave quiet nods and raised their cups.

You stepped back from the mic, flushed and smiling as your dad nudged your shoulder.

“Still think you’re not ready to go solo?” he muttered with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, cheeks pink from more than just the heat.

“Only if you promise to finally let me pick the setlist next time,” you shot back.

He laughed, hoisting the guitar to his shoulder as he stood. “We’ll see.”

And just for a second — in the firelit warmth of the hall, with the chatter rising and stew bubbling and boots stomping on the wood — the world felt normal again.

The hall was packed. The heat from bodies and space heaters made the air feel thick, the windows fogged from breath and laughter. Snow drifted lazily outside, but inside the Jackson community hall, it might as well have been spring. Kids darted between folding tables, people danced to old records and fiddle music, and the smell of spiced meat and bread clung to every corner.

Your dad’s band played on the makeshift stage — mismatched amps buzzing faintly — and you stood beside him with the mic in hand, finishing the last chords of Through the Valley. Your voice carried steady and low through the room, met with a round of soft cheers and a few appreciative whistles.

Jinx hadn’t clapped.

She hadn’t even watched.

When the set ended and the next person stepped up to sing a folk cover, you slipped off the stage and wove through the crowd, heading for the makeshift bar set up against the back wall. It was cobbled together from a few old cabinets and coolers, a string of holiday lights wrapped around the top.

Jinx was there, alone, hunched over a chipped mason jar of moonshine. She hadn’t taken her coat off all night. Her eyes flicked up when she noticed you approaching, then back down to her drink.

You leaned against the bar beside her. “You could at least pretend to enjoy yourself.”

She didn’t look at you. “Why?”

You didn’t answer. You just studied her — the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers gripped the rim of the jar too tight.

“Silco’s outside,” you said gently. “Talking to viktor and jayce about fixing the water heater again.”

That earned you a dry, humorless snort. “Of course he is.”

You tried to smile. “He asked if you were coming tonight. I said probably not, so its a surprise to see you”

“I wanted a drink.”

You exhaled through your nose, quiet. “You don’t have to be like this all the time.”

Jinx finally turned to look at you, and her expression was unreadable — not angry, but closed off. “Like what?”

“Distant.”

She scoffed and took another drink, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “It’s just a party.”

You looked over your shoulder — toward the dance floor, toward Clara, who had decided to climb onto someone’s shoulders and was now pouring shots into people’s mouths from a bottle of whiskey like she was the queen of post-apocalyptic Mardi Gras.

You turned back, your voice flat. “Yeah. And apparently it’s also Clara’s circus.”

Jinx followed your gaze, eyes narrowing. “Huh.”

“I’m gonna get some air,” you muttered, adjusting your coat.

But before you could step away, Jinx said, “Wait.”

You paused, looking at her.

Her voice was quiet. “He was acting weird this morning. Silco.”

You furrowed your brows. “Weird how?”

She didn’t answer right away. Her fingers tapped the side of the glass. “He told me he loved me. That’s not... normal. Not from him.”

Your chest tightened. “Maybe he just— I don’t know. Maybe he meant it.”

“Yeah,” Jinx whispered. “That’s the problem.”

You stood there, both of you suspended in a silence too thick to break without shattering something.

Then Clara’s shriek of laughter cut through the room, and it was enough to push you over the edge.

“Alright. I’m done,” you muttered.

Jinx didn’t stop you this time. She just stared down at her drink, like she was trying to find something at the bottom of it that would make her feel better.

You pulled your scarf tighter, walked through the crowd, and pushed out into the cold 

You stepped out into the cold night air, the sudden silence wrapping around you like a second skin. The door creaked shut behind you, muffling the music, the laughter, Clara’s obnoxious screeching.

It was snowing again. Fat flakes drifted lazily past the string lights lining the porch roof. The cold kissed your cheeks, but it felt better than the heat and noise inside.

There was a man standing just off to the side, leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette cupped between two fingers. You didn’t need to see his face to know who it was.

Silco.

He glanced over when he heard the door. “Party too much for you?” he rasped.

You shrugged, stepping up beside him. “Something like that.”

He nodded slowly, taking a drag. “Didn’t think I’d see you come out.”

“I could say the same.”

A quiet smirk pulled at his mouth, and for a moment, he looked... tired. Not in the usual sleepless way — this was deeper. Older. Like something inside him was wearing thin.

You glanced down at the snow collecting at your boots. “Jinx said you told her you loved her today.”

Silco exhaled smoke. “I did.”

“That’s new.”

“Not really,” he muttered. “Just overdue.”

There was another silence. But this one wasn’t uncomfortable. You both knew what the other wasn’t saying.

“I don’t think she knows how to take it,” you said softly.

“She doesn’t have to.” He looked up, smoke curling in the air between you. “She just needs to know it.”

You swallowed hard, watching the wind whip a few flakes into the porchlight.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her lately,” you admitted. “She’s been... more closed off. More reckless.”

Silco didn’t answer for a long time. When he finally did, his voice was low.

“I think... she knows something’s coming.”

That hit you like a punch in the chest.

You turned to face him fully. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looked at you for a long time. The scarred side of his face barely moved — but the other eye, red and sharp, softened just enough.

“I’ve made a lot of choices. Most of them were ugly. Some of them were... necessary.”

You waited, heart pounding.

“If something ever happens to me,” he said carefully, “stay with her.”

Your throat tightened. “You really think something is going to happen?”

He gave you a half-smile. “I think people like me don’t get to live long, quiet lives.”

You shook your head. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Just promise me,” he said, staring at you like it was the last thing that mattered. “Don’t let her burn the whole world down.”

You didn’t respond with words. You just nodded.

He took one last drag of his cigarette, then dropped it into the snow, the ember hissing out.

“Well,” he said, straightening up, “I suppose I should make an appearance before someone breaks something.”

He stepped toward the door, hand already reaching for the handle, but then paused and looked back at you.

“She’s lucky to have you, you know.”

Then he slipped back inside, leaving you alone on the porch, snow clinging to your lashes and throat closing tight.

You didn’t know that would be the last time you ever spoke to him.

But it was.

Jinx was halfway to the door, her coat slung over her shoulder, when Clara spotted her.

“Hey!” Clara called, weaving unsteadily through the crowd with a drink still in hand. “You’re not leaving already, are you?”

Jinx froze. Her hand gripped the doorknob like it was a lifeline. “Yeah. Just—needed some air.”

Clara gave a breathy laugh and stepped in close, swaying a little as the band slowed into a gentle, familiar tune — something old, something romantic. The makeshift dance floor was filling again.

“Oh, come on,” Clara grinned, eyes bright and glazed. “One dance won’t kill you.”

“I’m not—” Jinx started, but Clara already had a hand on her wrist, tugging her away from the door. “Clara—”

“Relax,” she said, spinning them both into the open space. “You’re so tense all the time. It’s a dance, not a funeral.”

Jinx’s jaw clenched. She didn’t say anything as Clara pulled her in, resting one hand lightly on her shoulder, the other on Jinx’s hip.

It was awkward at first.

Jinx didn’t move much. She let Clara guide her — stiff, unresponsive, her eyes flicking to the corners of the room, searching for a way out.

But Clara leaned in, voice softer now. “You used to smile more. Back before everything got so complicated.”

Jinx exhaled through her nose, barely audible. “Nothing’s complicated. I just don’t like parties.”

“That’s a lie,” Clara whispered. “You don’t like me anymore.”

Jinx’s expression didn’t shift. “I never said that.”

“But you didn’t have to.”

They moved slowly, boots scuffing the wood floor. Around them, people swayed to the music, but the air between them was different — tighter. Heavier.

Clara’s eyes searched Jinx’s face for something — warmth, regret, anything — and came up short.

So she leaned in anyway.

Jinx didn’t move. Didn’t stop her.

The kiss landed soft and uncertain, a memory dressed up as something meaningful. Clara’s lips brushed hers once — then again, slower — like trying to convince herself it could still work.

But Jinx didn’t kiss her back.

She didn’t pull away either.

And for now, that was enough for Clara to pretend.

The kiss had barely faded when the voice rang out across the hall like a slap.

“Figures,” a man near the drinks table muttered, loud enough to cut through the music. “Fucking dykes.”

The record skipped — figuratively, at least. The murmur of voices dulled into stunned silence, and every head nearby turned toward the source.

Jinx’s spine went rigid.

Clara blinked in shock, still standing close, her arms falling from Jinx’s shoulders.

The man — middle-aged, red-faced, and clearly drunk — scoffed at the attention. “What?” he slurred. “You think that’s normal? In front of everyone?”

Then came the crack.

Silco’s fist landed square in the man’s jaw, snapping his head sideways and sending him sprawling onto the floor, dazed.

The silence shattered.

“Shit!” Jayce shoved through the crowd, Viktor close behind him. “Silco—hey, hey, back off!”

Jayce dropped to one knee beside the man as he groaned, cradling his bloody lip, while Viktor put a hand on Silco’s shoulder to pull him back.

“He was out of line,” Silco growled, voice low and still trembling with rage. “You heard what he said.”

“I know,” Viktor muttered, trying to de-escalate, “but not here.”

“Come on, let’s get him outside,” Jayce muttered, hauling the guy up. “Before this turns into something worse.”

The man stumbled, his pride more bruised than his face, muttering curses as Jayce and Viktor dragged him out of the hall.

People whispered in the silence that followed. A few looked impressed. Most looked uncomfortable.

Silco turned to Jinx.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone gentler now. Measured.

But Jinx stared at him, wide-eyed and furious.

She took a step back.

“I don’t need your fucking help,” she snapped.

Silco’s face fell. His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t say anything right away. The heat drained out of his posture.

Clara blinked between them and slowly backed away, realizing this wasn’t her moment to fix.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Jinx said again, voice cracking at the edges now, her fists clenched at her sides. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can,” Silco said quietly. “But he—”

“I’m not a kid,” Jinx barked. “You don’t get to decide who needs protecting.”

The tension sat between them, thick and ugly.

Then Jinx turned on her heel and stormed toward the back exit of the hall, fists trembling.

Silco didn’t follow.

He just stood there in the middle of the room, surrounded by quiet eyes, trying not to show how much that hurt.

You see her first.

She’s not standing. She’s sitting in the wet sand, legs drawn up to her chest, arms hanging loosely over her knees. Her fingers are caked with mud and blood, her clothes soaked through from the river. Saltwater clings to her lashes like frost.

And she’s just staring.

Out at the endless gray of the ocean, unmoving. Like if she sat there long enough, the tide might carry her away too.

You don’t say her name. You don’t need to.

You walk straight to her, boots crunching softly in the damp grit. Then you drop to your knees beside her, heart pounding so loud it drowns out the waves, and wrap your arms around her shoulders.

She doesn’t flinch.

Doesn’t blink.

Doesn’t say a word.

“Jinx,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to her temple, the scent of blood and river water sharp in your nose. “It’s over. You’re okay. I’m here.”

Still nothing.

Behind you, Sevika slows to a stop. The wind pulls at her jacket. She takes one look at Jinx — at the way she’s folded in on herself like a broken hinge — and says nothing. Just stands there, hands flexing once at her sides.

The ocean hisses and crashes just feet away, the sky above a heavy, cold sheet of clouds.

You don’t let go. You just hold her tighter, feeling her tremble like a dying wire.

And finally, Jinx leans.

Not much — not all the way.

But enough.

Her forehead drops against your shoulder. Her breath shudders out of her. And even though her face is soaked, you think maybe she’s crying again.

Quiet. Small. Shattered.

You hold her like she’s still real. Still here.

Because she is.

The town has gone quiet. Snowflakes drift under yellow porch lights. The last echoes of laughter and music from the community hall fade into the cold. Jinx walks down the empty street, her boots crunching lightly against the packed snow, hands shoved deep into her coat pockets.

She sees him before he sees her.

Silco.

Sitting alone on the front porch of their little house on the edge of town. A cigarette dangles from his fingers, half-smoked and forgotten. His posture is tired, not in his usual calculated way, but like the weight he’s carried for years is finally pressing harder than it ever has before.

Jinx sighs, her breath curling into the air.

She walks up the steps and leans against the porch rail beside him, arms crossed.

Silco doesn’t look at her.

Neither of them speaks for a while. The silence isn’t hostile—just full. Full of everything they don’t say. Everything they’re too tired to argue about anymore.

Then finally—softly, like she’s admitting it to the night more than to him—Jinx breaks it.

“I was supposed to die in that hospital.”

Silco exhales slow, smoke curling out between his teeth. He flicks ash into the dark.

“I know.”

Another long beat of silence. Then he speaks again, voice raw and low—like gravel underfoot.

“If… if Janna gave me one more chance in that moment…” “I would do it all over again.”

Jinx blinks hard, eyes shining. She turns her head slightly to look at him.

“Even knowing what it’d cost?”

Silco nods, slowly. His jaw flexes. He doesn’t meet her eyes.

“Even knowing that.”

The porch light hums faintly above them. The wind picks up, rustling the nearby trees.

“You were never just a cure to me, Powder.”

Jinx flinches at the name, but doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t correct him.

“You’re my daughter. Maybe not by blood. But I chose you.” “And I’d choose you again.”

He finally looks at her.

His expression isn’t cold or calculating. It’s worn, regretful. But there’s no apology in it.

Just honesty.

Jinx swallows, her throat tight.

“Yeah… well… you really screwed us both up.”

Silco chuckles—dry, bitter.

“Yeah. I did.”

They sit like that for a while longer. Just two people who broke each other trying to save one another.

And in the silence, it feels—for just a moment—like forgiveness is something that might exist, even if they’ll never say it out loud.

@imm0rtalbutterfly @theoreticalfreak @mommyissuesismypersonality @cylci

[no1heyyyyyyyy]

Sevika's tastes

Sevika is an old lady and she just wants to be left alone. She likes to look good but when it comes to clothes, Miss thing just doesn’t care that much. She always has practicality in mind. So, no dresses, nothing flowy, has to have natural fabrics so that her skin can breathe, and she requires that things are comfortable. Her shoes are always made for hardware with a strong sole and often reinforced. In the modern world, I see her working in metal working (specifically welding), so she has to have clothes that are multipurpose. Though, if she was forced to wear anything really nice, it would be a simple well-cut blazer and a button down with jeans or slacks that conform to her legs nicely. She prefers earthy colors, nothing too flashy. I think she’d really appreciate a nice dark green, or perhaps brown. I also feel that she would enjoy a nice flannel regularly.

With food, I’m afraid her palette is as unrefined as her clothing choices. She genuinely does not care what she eats, though she really likes chicken- loves hot wings, spicy food is her love. But, her comfort food will always be the food native to what part of India her family is from. I don’t think she’s the best cook, but she has a few family recipes that she knows so well (aloo gobi, chai, samosa, tikka masala, saag paneer). And, I think that on nights where she’s feeling really sad or lonely she always craves those foods. She’d love to cook with or for her partner, it’d be the best way to get to know her honestly. Because it allows for her to show vulnerability through actions and without words. She loves to take care of people and I think in modern times she’d mother her friends just a bit, always making sure they’re eating well, drinking their water, and sleeping right (if not she’ll give them some chai). She doesn’t eat beef or dark meats in general, and she isn’t the biggest fan of seafood or turkey. So, she sticks with her chicken and her paneer. She’ll eat tofu but it needs to be in curry or something similar.

This woman would love 80s hair metal, music is something that I genuinely believe she’d love so much. She’d play drums as a teenager, dead set on becoming the drummer of the next Metallica. She’d also love the old school heavy metal bands, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Pantera. She’d love them all. I think she’d like some old school 90s rap too, but none of the new-age mumble rap that’s going on. She wouldn’t really like Taylor Swift’s music, just because it didn’t vibe with her, but she respected Taylor’s ability to get a bag. She has had a huge crush on Adele ever since she heard the album 25 when it came out. She liked some of her music, but thought Adele was drop dead gorgeous and all mature and soulful and shit, hit her in the feels and made her whipped for this woman she didn’t even know.

For movies she loves shitty 80s slasher horror, nothing that makes her think. She’d sit back in her old recliner in her pajamas and house slippers whilst watching Slumber Party Massacre for the third time, and then put on Golden Girls because she feels that Dorothy Zbornak is her spirit animal. She likes a good sitcom too and a ridiculous drama (she loves Desperate Housewives), she likes the camp, the over the top acting and dumb plots, it makes her laugh and feel care free in a way she hasn’t been in a long time. She just wants to curl up with her pets (she would have many) and watch teen-based tv shows that revolve around crime or secrets (Pretty Little Liars, Riverdale, Vampire Diaries, even Buffy etc.). She likes how bad they are, but she gets so invested it’s ridiculous.

For personal scents she’d like more woody, alluring scents that are also kind of sweet. Think Amber by Rag n’ Bone (it smells so good), she doesn’t spray much, just a spritz, it wafts around her just slightly, just enough for women to fall at her feet. Her individual smell wouldn't be overpowering but it would definitely be clear. It’s grounding and soothing. Her sweat stinks though, every time she comes back from the gym, she goes straight to the showers because her own dogs don’t want to come near her b.o.

In general, Sevika is an old woman who couldn’t give less of a shit. She wants to be left alone with her life and her people and chill. Which is why, I feel like she isn’t that opinionated on much unless it’s boundaries or causes she cares about. She just doesn’t have the energy to be bothered with trivial things like which movie to choose for the night, or which restaurant to go to. She is tired and all she wants to do is eat good food with her partner and her pets in a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t like neighbors and she doesn’t like people in her business. She doesn’t need a perfect life, just one that’s hers.

for whatever reason the letters are being weird, it is killing me. Please ignore it.

[ceo-of-sloppy-women]

No grave can hold my body down; I'll crawl home to her

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Before you can even think it through, you’re tossing your jacket over Sevika’s lap and shooting her the nastiest glare when she tries to remove it. For the first time since you’ve met her, she cowers. Yes, she had shrunken when she’d apologized yesterday, but she still had an air of cockiness about her. Now, there’s no fight left in her; she simply hangs her head and remains still. Assured she won’t move, you hop to your feet and rush to King’s saddlebags in order to dig out the first aid kit. Gripping it but not yet bringing it out into the open, you look over at Jinx and make eye contact with her.

“Get the kid out of here. Sevika and I will stay back to make sure nothing’s going to come out of the pit, but that kid shouldn’t be here if something does,” you order her in the sternest voice you can manage.

Jinx opens her mouth to argue and shuts it just as quickly, nibbling on her lip. Her head nods in a jerky motion as she glances from the pit to Sevika to the kid and back to you. “If you’re sure – Sevika looks a little wobbily. Might be good to take her and the kid back first; let Ekko and me doublecheck the hole and all.”

“The kid’s scared. The last thing she needs is for Sevika to take a turn for the worse on the ride back; it’ll only scare her. She needs someone strong and dependable right now –“ you walk around King, holding the first aid kit in one hand and placing your other hand on Jinx’s shoulder. You give her your best reassuring smile – “We’ll be right behind you; I swear it. It’s not my first rodeo out in the apocalypse.”

“Right – right – shit. Okay; however, if you’re not back an hour after we ride into town, I’m coming back out to get you. So, don’t go snogging against the tree like Sevika’s dying or anything –“ Jinx pulls a face, sticking out her tongue and screwing her eyes shut – “I don’t want to catch you tonguing Leftie like a pair of teenagers in the back of my dads’ bar.”

“No promises,” you joke, flicking the tip of Jinx’s nose. “Now, get outta here. That kid needs a hot meal, not field rations.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep her safe,” Ekko promises, helping Isha onto his horse. He sits her in front of himself, holding her securely as she grips his arm with white knuckles.

You can see that she’s shaking in the cold air of the mountain, used to the humid, hot climate of the bunker. Walking over to the side of Ekko’s horse, you take off your flannel and wrap it around the girl’s shoulders, bundling her up tightly. It’s far too big on her, even as she puts her arms through the sleeves, but she relaxes a little nonetheless, and that’s more than enough.

“Hey, kiddo, you be good for Ekko and Jinx, okay? They’ll keep you safe. You’re about to see a lot of people – don’t worry, they’re all friendly, even scary ones. Sevika and I will be along as soon as we’re able,” you reassure her, readjusting her miner’s hat so it doesn’t stab Ekko in the gut on accident.

The girl nods her head furiously, signing for you to stay safe. You smile softly and nod your head, signing back that you promise.

You watch as the trio rides off, waiting until they’re out of sight before turning back to Sevika. She’s breathing heavily, still staring at her leg, yet having left your jacket covering it. Delicately, you pull the jacket back and wince at the mess of blood and puss. Your jacket is tossed to the side, to be washed or thrown away back in town. For now, you need to assess the damage. Pouring some whiskey onto a cloth – okay, this definitely was not ideal. You understand that most drugstores are raided by now, but even in the 1800s, this wasn’t as effective as it is made out to be. Unfortunately, you lack a better alternative, so the whiskey will have to do.

Doing your best to meet Sevika’s gaze (an impossible feat given that she’s hanging her head), you whisper: “I’m sorry, Sev’; this is going to hurt like Hell.”

She barely grunts at you, making your heart sink in your chest. Lacking the ability to comfort her, you focus on doing what you can for her. She nearly screams as you pour the whiskey over her leg and rub it clean with the cloth. A hand flies up and grips your shoulder, trembling so hard she can barely keep a firm hold. You let her keep the hand there as you straddle her leg, peering at the wound. The teeth definitely pierced the skin, sinking in far enough to have spread the shimmer infection to her; however, beyond the bitemark, you can’t find the tell-tale signs of shimmer. The bite lacks the ever-present purple veins that typically snake away from the injury, spreading the infection’s hold. Furrowing your brow, you pull and press and wipe at her thigh, trying to find any sign of infection. Instead, you find thin, white veins similar to the ones on dead infected – shimmer loses all colouration when its host body is killed.

“Huh, that’s weird,” you mumble to yourself, pressing against the wound. It spurts out a small bit of blood, but no purple puss synonymous with infection.

Sevika hisses in pain, growling out: “The fuck you on about? I’m dying – I ain’t no science experiment for your journals.”

“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m wondering… you see these here?” you ask, pointing to the white veins.

“Yeah, what about ‘em? Mean the infection’s spread so fast I’ll turn into one of those freaks or some shit?” Sevika spits out, getting more defensive by the moment.

“No, I don’t think so. It looks like… your body is actually fighting the infection. Shimmer only turns white when the host is killed – the infection dies without nutrients. These shouldn’t be white, they should be purple,” you explain your findings, tilting your head up to look her in the eyes.

Sevika finally meets your gaze, her eyes wet and terrified as she searches your face for some kind of answer. Your heart plummets further in your chest, begging you to find some way to comfort her. You may have found your bravery in the face of this horror, yet that doesn’t mean she has done the same. This once proud woman has been reduced to nothing more than a terrified girl in the middle of a hostile forest. You want nothing more than to reach forward and wrap her into a tight hug, but her leg needs to be bandaged now – it has been exposed to the world far too long.

“So, what are you saying? That I’m – am I dying? Am I dead? Is this it? Am I just dying faster than I should be?” her voice trembles and wavers, on the brink of tears.

Dropping the cloth into the first aid kit, you grab her face, cradling it between her hands. “Hey, hey, look at me. I never said that. You’re not dying. I promise you, you’re not dying. This is – this is good. I think you might be okay. Maybe? I’m not a doctor, but this isn’t textbook. Any normal person would have died from being bit the first time, yet you survived – granted, by amputating your arm, yet you survived. What if Shimmer works like chickenpox: get it once, your body develops antibodies, and you’re immune? The only problem is surviving the infection. Let me bandage your leg, we’ll go back to town, and we can go to Singed. He might know what to do?”

Sevika’s gaze snaps to you, eyes wide as she grips your wrist: “No. No Singed. Let’s just… if you’re right, how about we wait it out? I’ll hole up in my house for a few days, claim that I’m traumatized from this patrol or some shit.”

“Okay, okay, no Singed. I can do that. Just promise me, you’re not writing yourself off yet. You’ve still got a chance – I still believe you’ve got a chance. Please, promise me you’ll try to survive?” you ask, swallowing the tremble in your voice. You will yourself to stay strong right now – just one last push, then you can break down once you’re home.

“As long as you promise to finish the job if I don’t.” Sevika’s words strike you through the chest, chilling you to your core. You’re not sure if it came to it that you could pull the trigger… but you know you’d have to, in the end. Too many people would try to do something rash to save her when she’s far past the point of saving. She doesn’t need a saviour; she needs mercy – as much as you’re able to muster, even when you’re dealt the worst cards.

“I promise,” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss her before you can stop yourself. Your lips yearn to press against hers, to deepen the promise. Until you catch yourself at the last moment and settle for resting your forehead against hers instead. “I promise, Sevika.”

“I’ll try not to hold you to that,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb against your wrist. It’s the closest you’ll get to a promise, yet comforting nonetheless.

For a long moment, you stare into her eyes, comforted by how her gaze slowly hardens into something stronger. You brush a tear gently away from her cheek, hearing a heavy sigh rumble from her chest. She leans forward in your hands and presses a kiss to your cheek, slowly and deliberately, keeping her eyes closed as she pulls her head back. Your heart swims in your chest, hammering away as it screams at you to kiss her back – a plea which you ignore. When she opens her eyes, they are no longer cloudy with fear and doubt, and you know you have said all you can to reassure her. The sturdy walls that protect her have been rebuilt, and before you sits the same gruff woman who had found you in those ruins nearly a week ago.

“Let’s get you bandaged up and home. We’ve probably got something in the cupboards I can whip up for dinner. Maybe soup or mac and cheese. Which would you prefer?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood as you pull back from her.

“This’ll hurt, won’t it?” she grunts as you reposition yourself on her lower leg.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, reaching for the bandages.

Sevika nods her head, bracing herself as you wind the bandages around her leg. You have to cut away the rest of her pant leg in order to fully bandage the bite. It needs stitches, but you don’t have the equipment or sterile field out here for them, meaning you have to get her back to town as soon as she’s able to be moved. Sevika still hisses when you press the gauze against it, tensing under your hands as she tries not to flinch away and ruin your hard work. The wound has stopped bleeding for the moment, although it will probably open getting Sevika astride Duchess. Trying to allow it time to close up, you survey the area to ensure no more infected remain. You let Sevika sit by the tree, cradling her shotgun.

Eventually, when there is no sign of infected and you can’t wait any longer lest it grow dark, you help Sevika onto Duchess. She valiantly tries not to make you worry, biting her lip as she shifts uncomfortably in her saddle. You pat her unbitten thigh gently, attempting to reassure her.

“Don’t worry, Sev’. You’re going to be okay. If you were infected, you’d already be halfway through your rations by now,” you say, smiling up at her.

“Right,” Sevika grunts, hand twitching on Duchess’ reigns. “You will keep your promise – if I am, I mean – right?”

“You can trust me,” you say solemnly, squeezing her thigh before letting go. “We should get back before Jinx comes looking for us.”

Sevika nods her head in agreement. You mount King and turn him around, heading back the way you came. Someone else can finish the patrol tomorrow; you need to get Sevika home and warm in case everything starts to go sideways. Hopefully, Silco and Vander will understand the risk you’re taking. If not, you might end up friendless and alone once more…

Regardless of the consequences, you have to try. You owe Sevika that much, at least.

~~ /// ~~~

Zaun is as busy as ever when you ride back into town. Luckily, it means no one pays you a second glance as you help Sevika limp through sideroads and alleys back to her house. She leans heavily on you, arm wrapped around your shoulders, pained noises escaping her intermittently. Your heart sinks each time, desperately wanting to give her something for the pain, yet having nothing to offer. Any alcohol you had was drunk on the way back to dull her senses as Duchess jostled her in the saddle, and you left your weed sitting on the desk in your bedroom. All you can do is mutter apologies profusely, pushing her to move faster until you finally reach her backyard.

The gate is stuck in its treads, taking both of you to force it open. Once it does, you help her limp to the porch and inside. She drops onto her couch heavily, groaning as she shoves her foot onto the other armrest. You let her rest for a moment, grabbing a bottle of mead and two glasses from the kitchen. You pour both, setting one in her hand and the other on the coffee table with the bottle.

“Here, drink this and rest. I’m going to go take a shower, then I’ll pour you a bath and get your leg stitched up,” you say, peering at her bandages. The blood has stained the majority of the white cloth – you’re going to need to take a quick shower.

“I’ll try not to go anywhere,” Sevika grunts, and you blink down at her.

“Did… you just crack a joke?”

“Yeah, is that not allowed? Allow a dying woman a joke or two, jeez,” she grumbles, taking a swig of her drink.

“That’s – I – I’m just surprised, Sev’. I think all this alcohol is starting to make you delirious,” you giggle, running your fingers through her sweat-slicked hair.

“Maybe,” she shrugs, taking another sip. “Go have your shower before I bleed out.”

“I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she says nonchalantly, drink glass on her chest. Yet, you feel her hand drop to hold yours as you pull away, her fingertips chasing you until you’re too far to muster the effort. A spoken plea for you to stay that breaks your heart as you climb the stairs.

Your shower is quick – if you can even call it a shower. You barely scrub shampoo through your hair, wash the dirt off your body and give yourself a quick rinse downstairs. It’s not like you can’t shower again tomorrow. After nine years of caked-on grime, you have adjusted admirably to the feeling of dirt under your nails, so much so that it doesn’t even phase you. You really only had a shower to wash the blood out of your hair. Clean(er) clothes feel wonderful against your skin – a tank top, no bra and a pair of sleep shorts. Clothes you had grabbed at the start of the apocalypse, when department stores still had all the fun garments, as a little luxury for yourself. There are tiny flowers printed in various rainbow colours all across the shorts, and the ties dangle against your thighs in the world’s laziest bunny ears.

You run the bath before fetching Sevika, who is exactly where you’d left her, except now with a finished glass. She stares out the window as the street goes dark and the stars come out to play. Her face is melancholic as if she’s resigned herself to infection, and that simply won’t do.

Rounding the couch, you down your glass in one swig (a task far easier to do given that mead is sweet, like cold tea). Then, you lean over her and take her glass away, setting it on the table. Her eyes follow you as you grab her wrist and attempt to pull her up. She sits up slowly, letting you think you had pulled her up yourself.

“Come on, Sev’, you need a bath,” you chirp, looping her arm around your neck. “Then you can fall asleep in your nice warm bed with a belly full of dinner. I’m thinking a can of soup; don’t know if I have the energy to go to the grocery store and get something fancy today.”

“Grocery store’s probably closed anyway,” Sevika sighs, stumbling up the stairs with your help.

“You would know – since you’ve lived here longer than I have, that is. I didn’t know if you liked bubble baths, but I do, so I added some to the bath for you. It’ll help disinfect your leg since soap kills germs. I only wish we had some music for you. My headphones died years ago, and there aren’t enough batteries left in the world to keep the shitty Walkman I found alive either,” you ramble, trying to fill the silence as you reach the bathroom and help her inside.

“I’ve got a radio, it’s… upstairs. On the dresser,” Sevika mumbles, ducking her head and refusing to meet your gaze.

“Sev’, you told me not to go up there. I won’t break your trust just because I think baths are better with music,” you backpedal. This is probably a test to see if you can remember her boundaries even while she’s injured, and you do not want to fail.

“I’m tellin’ you to go get it,” she grunts, sitting on the edge of the tub and testing the water with her hand. “And a clean pair of clothes – just don’t go snooping around up there.

“Right – okay – sure,” you stammer, blushing a little. You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to leave her in the bathroom alone in case she slips and falls getting into the tub. But the hard glare she fixes you with jolts energy through your body (maybe a little too well if the wet spot forming between your legs is any indication), and you bolt out of the room.

You don’t even realize you’re headed upstairs until you’re standing in the middle of Sevika’s room, blinking owlishly at the space around you. There are old posters on the walls of various bands, movies and art pieces. In the far back of the loft sits a queen-sized bed with a hundred different blankets on it, barely made up. A book sits on the nightstand; the cover is too faded to make out the title. A few LEGO sets sit in the corner on a shelf, clothes are strewn across the floor, and two dressers proudly display a wide array of trinkets, from an incomplete Dune series to a couple of ratty plushies to a collection of framed photographs that appear to be of the Last Drop from the old world. Vander, Silco, Jinx, Vi and Sevika stand outside its doors, underneath a Grand Opening sign, with two other kids that you can’t recongize. Likely Milo and Clagger – the young boys Sevika mentioned when she told you about her arm. Next to the photographs sits an old boombox, with a few cassette tapes. You grab the first one without looking and open a few drawers on the dresser until you’re holding a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Then, you scamper back downstairs to the bathroom.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you wait until she says you can come in. Sevika has sunk into the bathtub, bubbles covering her chest as she lounges back, eyes partially closed. You can still see her gear tattoos and the white scars that snake across her skin from where her arm was amputated. Her brow is furrowed in pain, her arm under the water, most likely gripping her leg. You wish you had something to give her to ease the pain, but this far into the apocalypse, medicine is sparse at best. Slowly, her gaze levels you, and she arches one eyebrow, doing her best not to appear weak.

“I grabbed you something to wear, and a random tape off the dresser,” you blurt out.

“Plug it in over there,” she grunts, pointing to a nearby outlet. Right, power – you had forgotten they had that!

You hastily plug the boombox in, put the cassette in the top, and turn it on. The slowest, saddest love song starts to play out of the speakers, and you stare in horror at the melancholic music. Glancing at the tape, you see a bunch of hearts doodled on the top instead of an actual name for the tape.

“I swear, I just grabbed the first tape I saw!” you squeak, face flushed red. You sneak a glance at Sevika and find her face bright red in embarrassment, refusing to meet your gaze.

You fucked up – oh, you fucked up bad.

You set the clothes down on top of the toilet quickly, staring at the floor as you manage to say: “I’m going to leave you alone now – I’ll be down the hall, so just yell if you need me. I can get you another tape if you –“

She grabs your hand and tugs you until your knees hit against the tub. You will yourself not to flinch, heart hammering in your chest.

“Can you… stay? I don’t – I don’t want to die alone,” she asks the bubbles, her voice barely above a whisper. The music nearly drowns it out.

“Oh,” you breathe, the fear in her voice settling into your bones. “Yeah, I can stay.”

You want to reassure her that she’s not dying – or remind her of the promise she made to you at the very least, but now hardly seems like the time. She can process the events of today however she needs to. It’s not your place to force her to think positively.

She nods her head, loosening her grip on your wrist. You take your hand back slowly, grabbing a nearby stool and sitting on it next to the head of the tub. She sinks a little into the water, getting her hair wet. Without being asking – too afraid of what might come out of your mouth if you do – you lean over top of her and grab the shampoo bottle. The room is quiet, apart from the singing of Linda Ronstadt as you lather the shampoo in your hands. Working slowly, as you’re attempting to wash the fear out of her mind, you scrub your fingers through Sevika’s scalp. Her hair is oily and gross, turning the lather a brownish colour as you work the dirt out. She hums, leaning into your hands as you focus all of your energy into washing her hair.

“That feels nice,” she sighs contently, eyes falling shut.

You don’t trust yourself to say something back, so you say nothing at all. Simply continuing to scrub her hair as she continues to rest in the tub.

Silence falls back over the two of you like a warm blanket as you shampoo and condition her hair. Even as she washes herself off with the bar of soap and the water drains out of the tub. She sits quietly on the foot of it, letting you stitch her leg shut now that it’s clean. Her hand grips the tub, nearly breaking it, yet she never says a word. Not once does she complain, even as you bandage her leg up again and pass her the shirt. Deadpool’s face is printed across the front, yet your heart is so far away that you barely muster up a snicker. Once she’s dressed, the two of you leave the boombox running, music drifting through the house. She sits quietly on the kitchen counter as you heat up a can of soup, eating in silence once it’s finished. Sevika is rarely a talker, and you don’t have the heart to break the silence with something foolish and spoil the mood. So, instead, you help her around the house as best you can. The two of you have a second drink on the couch before you help her back upstairs to her room. She takes each stair painfully slowly, not wanting to pop the stitches on her leg. You can’t bring yourself to care; you’d spend an eternity on each stair if she asked you to. The heavy weight of her tired body on your shoulder blanketing you with warmth – a steady reminder that she was still alive.

Sevika has you switch off the boombox before helping her up to her bedroom. You leave it in the bathroom – you can put it back in her room tomorrow when you don’t feel utterly exhausted.

She doesn’t say a word as you reach her bedroom and help her into her messy bed. You adjust all the blankets, smoothing them over her so it looks more like a proper bed. She chuckles softly at your diligence, doing her best to help by smoothing out the top of the blankets. When you’re done, you stand awkwardly at her side, mustering up the words for a moment so you don’t make an utter fool of yourself.

“I should let you sleep now. The more you get, the faster you’ll heal,” you say – it still sounds clunky and awkwardly, the words sour on your tongue when your heart wants nothing more than to curl up in bed with her.

“I know,” she grants, pulling her hand out from under the covers and grabbing your wrist. The grip is barely there, letting you know you can pull away at any moment if you so choose. Her voice shakes as if she’s unbearably close to tears, the fear of death wadded up in her throat, suffocating her. “You can stay here, if you’d like.”

You take a seat on the edge of the bed, heart heavy in your chest as you brush her hair from her face gently. You can’t bear to see this woman – who holds herself up as a pillar of strength, unmoveable and unrelenting – crumpled into nothing short of terrified. “I’ll stay if you want me to, Sevika.”

“I do,” she rasps, and it’s all the persuasion you need.

You slip into bed beside her as if it is all you were ever made for. She wraps her arm around you, pulling you close to rest your head against her chest, keeping her leg straight so it can heal properly. You wrap your arm around her middle, fingers splayed against her side as you listen to the dull beating of her heart against her chest. Your heart thunders in your chest as her body emanates warmth like a bonfire, cradling you in her remaining arm. She sighs, lifting and dropping your head slowly as she relaxes into the bed underneath you. You’re not sure when she falls asleep, as you’re out like a light mere moments after you close your eyes.

[red-enby]

sevika in flannel bc i’m gay

[sevikasenby]

ok but imagine sevika in a flannel shirt 😵‍💫😵‍💫 im gonna pass away now.

[i-killed-a-prostutute]

Headcanons for my loves 😍

Warnings?: non

Just some general relationship fluff head cannons

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Vi:

You called her Violet when you first met and she liked it so now she constantly teases you

Vi thinks it's so cute when you try to act stronger than her 

She's taken you to the arcade and she absolutely dominated you 

Vi likes when you trace her tattoos and kiss the little 'Vi' under her eye cup her cheek and lean over to kiss her, her heart will melt

Viktor:

Such a clueless gentleman 🥺

You have to take the lead most of the time but if he's been in the lab for a few days he'll come back and treat you so well

Vik won't admit it but his leg hurts! He absolutely loves when you give his leg a massage it's a brief relief from a chronic pain but its relief from his love

He loves when you come to the lab once you brought him a packed lunch and he had to resist the urge to propose right there and then

Vik loves when you have an in night just cuddling and talking 

He also likes 'being alone' but with you in the room either cuddled together or sitting apart he just likes your presence 

Jayce:

This man is the biggest himbo. Smart gaint science man or not, Jayce is a fucking himbo.

Jayce likes being bigger than you even if it's only by an inch or so he's so happy about any size difference in size 

Jayce is the forehead kiss type receiving and giving late for work? Forehead kiss just laying in bed? Forehead kiss. Standing in line? Forehead kiss

He thinks it's so funny when he scares you and does it on purpose 

He's a golden retriever in a humans body please pat his head and call him a good boy

Please hold this man's hand…just please

Vander:

You better like kids

The kids, the bar, and the underground is his world you have to be ok with sharing the spotlight and taking a slight back seat 

He may seem demanding but he only has a few important people in his life and he can be reserved so you'll have some trouble finding a way in 

Once he loves you he'll love you forever he can be so sweet just please give him time, and space

even work there he likes having you close there 

Vander is also very reserved but into public displays of affection 

(Might write a fic about him and explain why)

I kinda like Sevika so 🤷🏻‍♀️ 👇🏻:

Sevika:

She is the man in the relationship (I normally don't like this term for female/female relationships but I mean it) even if your a bio man she's the man in the relationship 

Sevika would be the total domestic dad. Changing light bulbs, wearing flannels with the rolled up sleeves, sitting in a big leather recliner with a beer.

Has pretended to have issues with her arm/fake sickness so you would come be her nurse 

Hug her arm. Just do it. Either arm…please 

She loves when you sit in her lap with her arm around you while she leans forward on your shoulder 

Sevika like when you play with her hair, light her cigarette, or trace her scars 🥰

[sevsbunny]

decode | sevika x reader

i was listening to decode and just had an angsty moment that needed to be turned to smut soz!

no word count, smut! fingering! (r receiving) sevika just being vulnerable and soft for you

“how did we get here? i used to know you so well…” you say softly as you look up at sevika, the look on her face traced with pain, and anguish. something you’ve never seen on her face before.

she more or less didn’t have an answer. she had so much to say yet so little in fear of having you walk away from her for good.

she couldn’t handle that happening.

she stretches out an arm, her flesh palm up towards you. she takes as step as she does, which makes you take one step back. she faltered, her step pausing mid move, eyes flickering hurt as she looked away.

“look i..” she huffed, dropping her arm as her palm slapped her thigh softly.

“you left…for months. then you come back here, acting like you own the place.” you ball your fists at your sides, furrowing your brow as you feel anger pool into your throat. you were so pissed at her for thinking she can just leave, without telling you where she was going. who she was seeing.

what she was doing.

“like you own me.” you stated, eyes flickering up to her with hurt in your gaze, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. you were stronger than this, she didn’t deserve to have your tears wasted on her.

“i know that. i know i screwed up.” she started but you shook your head, feeling your heart hammer in your chest. you weren’t one for confrontation, let alone small arguments over menial things

you and sevika rarely had fights. yeah, you bickered over small things like how her hair looked out of place before going to work, or how she still mixes her colors and whites in laundry.

“do you?” you asked, knowing the answer already. she looks up at you, nodding.

“the truth is hiding in your eyes,” you comment, and it’s hanging on her tongue, but she can’t bare to let the words slip past her lips.

“of course i do. fuck, i can’t tell you where ive been…” she sighs heavily before slumping over to the dining room table, the low dim light from the one light on under the microwave and the streetlights were the only things illuminating her frame.

she was still big, that hadn’t changed. she might’ve even gotten bigger while away. you couldn’t remember.

you screwed your eyes shut for a moment, trying to not think of how big she was, what she looked like over you.

“why?” you fiddle with your thumbs, shuffling on your feet as you look over at her. you hear her sigh, before leaning back into the kitchen chair and and spreading her legs. “don’t you trust me?”

her sweatpants were hanging loosely on her hips, a crop top under neath with a red flannel over top., something she’d sport regularly in lounge ware.

“of course i do, doll.” she says gently, her tone low and firm. she looks up at you, your frame leaning against the entry of the kitchen. her eyes raked over your frame, a thin satin baby doll slip over your body.

she could see your nipples poking through the fabric. flimsy shit, she thought.

“i just, it’s silco…” she trails off, running her flesh hand through her short bobbed hair. her piercing glints in the low light and for a second you remember what it felt like against your cunt while she ate you out.

“well is there any way i can at least talk to you? can you tell me when you have to leave?” you ask, coming over to where she was sitting. she sits up a little bit, outstretching her hands once again — both palms facing up.

your finger tips press into the palms of her hands, the contrast of metal and flesh making you shiver. you smooth them over her palm and she lets out a soft sigh at the tough of your fingers on her.

she looks up at you with a nod, as you make your way in between her legs. “i can do that for you. sweetheart.” you smile at her gently, sadness still laced through your expression and she can see that.

she knows that you’ve been affected by her, and she knows it’s not fair to leave with no notice. she’ll try harder, if it means you don’t leave her.

her hands run up your own hands, to your arms and around your thighs, squeezing the skin softly as she pulls you closer to her. she takes one of your thighs and pulls it over hers, letting you straddle her thigh.

“i love you.” she admits, and your cheeks heat up. it wasn’t every day you had sevika vulnerable and soft in your hands. the look she gave you affirmed that she meant that she would keep her word.

“i love you, sev,” you say softly in return, your hands coming up to grip her shoulders. she sits up a bit, her flesh hand coming to the small of your back. her metal hand comes to grip your thigh, and you can’t ignore the feeling of your cunt throbbing against her thick thigh

you let out a small whimper, a knowing glance on her expression. she smiles softly, pulling you closer to her body as she starts to slowly move your hips over her thigh. your clit pressed firmly against her thigh, making you shudder in pleasure

“that feel good, sweetheart?” she asks softly, eyes never raving your face as you scrunch your eyebrows in pleasure, soft whines falling from your lips as she moves your hips against her.

you could feel yourself soaking the fabric of her sweats, making you blush darkly. she coos, her flesh hand coming to cup your cheek. “what is it, sweet girl?” you feel your head fall into her palm, her warm touch against your skin. your hips were moving at an agonizingly slow pace, your clit brushing against her thigh every so often

“more, please..” you begged quietly, looking down at her with half lidded expression. she grunts softly at your request, her eyes darkening as she swiftly takes your other thigh, and hikes it over her other

your spread out for her, her metal arm holding your weight so you don’t fall. your arms are wrapped around her neck, looking down at where your cunt was on display for her

she chuckled as she felt the wet patch on her thigh, tskng gently. “oh, baby. you’re leaking…” she takes her right hand, looking up at you as the pad of her pointer finger presses teasingly over your wet hole.

you let out a bated breath, pulling your hips closer to her touch. she laughs softly, pressing her forehead against yours and noses brushing

“needy girl.” she mutters before pushing her pointer finger into your cunt, groaning out softly along with the whimpers falling from your lips. “so fucking wet.” her brain is filing with desire and lust, swimming with the only thought of how you’d feel around her cock.

another time, though. this is about you.

she moves her finger slowly in and out of your cunt, her mouth falling open slowly to watch the sheen of slick over her index finger. her thumb presses against your clit and you shudder at the sensation.

“vika..” you moan softly. she grunts at that, pushing another finger into your cunt before curling them slowly, making sure to feel all of you.

“what is it, doll?” she asks sweetly, moving her nose to judge your jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. you let your head fall to the side to give her better access before letting soft moan spill from your lips as she picks up the speed of her fingers

“faster, please…oh please…” you babble, your eyes closed as you feel her fingers pick up. soft moans fill the quiet room, the sounds of her fingers squelching with each thrust. it only made you more wet

“anything for you, my love.” she growls as she picks up the pace, her thumb making quick circles around your clit. you felt your hips stutter with each stroke, your cunt dripping every time she fucks you

“taking my fingers like my cock so well, baby.” she mutters against your skin and you let out a moan as she speaks, your body shivering and stomach tensing. you knew you were close to cumming, and you couldn’t hold it back

“‘m close, sev please,” you moan out, matching her thrusts with your hips as she quickens her pace on your clit. you’re clenching around her fingers, feeling her deep inside your cunt. you let out a moan as you feel your orgasm wash over you

“that’s it, baby. so fucking pretty for me. cumming all over my fingers like this, fuck,” she moans out, her eyes never missing how her fingers plunge deep into you and how wet and warm you feel. she felt her own pussy throb with desire, needing nothing more than release

you felt your body shaking after you came down, her fingers slowing inside of you before you cling to her body like a koala. “never leave me, ever again.” you mumble into her neck. she takes her fingers from your cunt before wrapping her arms around you tightly.

“never again. sweetheart.”

[archangeldyke-all]

ANGELBEARRRR!!! IM GLAD YOU’RE FEELING BETTER MY BABY 🤎🤎🤎 i’ve had this thought floating around in my head for months but i can’t be arsed to write it so it’s yours now 🤭

imagine sleeping over at sevika’s place (probably before you move in together) and it’s getting late so she’s like “alright… well… lemme go get my jammies on…” and she comes back wearing FULL bear pjs, like she has a sleep shirt with a bear on it, bear pants, a bear ears headband to keep her hair out of her face, those ugly bear slippers, and she’s holding a teddy bear or two… and you just take a second to realize that THIS is the scary lady of zaun….

hehehehe i love youuuuuu

ENNABEAR I PASSED OUT FROM CUTENESS OVERLOAD OH MY GOD also this reminds me of some fantastic @dykesevika fanart that i will reblog so u guys can soak up the bear sevika vision. ooh ooh also shoutout to @fyeahnix as always for creating the adorable, perfect nickname for sev: sevi-bear. EEEEK

men and minors dni

you and sevika have been dating for about half a year now. you've spent the night at both your places, but those have always been sleepovers after sex, rushed and unplanned.

tonight, for the first time, you're having a sleepover. sure, you might end up having sex at some point, but that's not the point of tonight. the point of tonight is for you and sevika to just spend the evening together, giggling and gossiping and watching movies.

sevika ordered pizza, you built a nice little nest on her couch, and you've been each other's arms since then.

"where're you going?" you pout as your girlfriend tries to escape your arms. she chuckles.

"i wanna get my jammies on before the food gets here. you look so cozy in yours." she whines. you chuckle and shoo her away.

"fine, but hurry. i'm cold without you.

sevika grins and darts to her bedroom. you're curious to know what her jammies are-- she's only slept in boxers and socks beside you.

you're expecting her to wear a t-shirt and flannel bottoms, or something simple like that.

you certainly aren't expecting the full-body bear onsie, with a hoodie included, two little brown ears popping up on her head. her feet have little cloth claws embroidered into them. you almost pass out.

"oh. my. god."

"what?" sevika asks, frowning and crossing her arms over her chest, grumpily.

"sevika. did you buy that for me?" you ask.

sevika huffs and rolls her eyes. "no, these are my winter jammies."

you finally let out the squeal that's been bubbling up inside you, falling onto your back to kick your legs. sevika glares at you the entire time. you pull a pillow to your face to muffle your squeal.

eventually, sevika storms over and pulls the pillow away from your mouth. "don't suffocate yourself, jackass."

"sevika, this is the cutest fucking thing i've ever seen in my entire fucking life! you coo, pulling her down to rest on top of you. sevika grunts. you just giggle.

"they're... cozy." she tries to defend. you cackle.

"i'm sure they are, sevi-bear."

sevika groans at her new nickname. you pull her hood back so you can plant a wet smooch on her forehead.

"bears are my favorite animal, y'know." she pouts. you nod, your excited smile not fading in the slightest at the new information.

"any specific species?" you ask.

it's the right question. sevika perks up in your arms, and her embarrassment melts as a sparkle glimmers in her eye. "y'know there's only eight species of bear in the world?" she asks with wonder. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"no way, there's gotta be more."

"no! polar bear, brown bear, american black bear, asian black bear, sun bear, panda bear, and andean bear. that's it."

"what about koala?" you ask. sevika snorts and bites your neck. you cackle. "so, which one is your favorite?" you ask, nudging her butt with your heel. your heart does a somersault when you feel a plush little tail sewn on the back of her jammies.

"brown bear. obviously." she huffs, gesturing at herself.

"obviously." you giggle, kissing her. "and which one am i?" you ask.

sevika studies you for a second before speaking with a mischevious smirk. "panda."

you giggle. "why panda?"

"'cause they're useless on their own in the wild."

you gasp and kick her harder. sevika bursts into giggles. "i'm not useless!"

"well, you're not exactly brown-bear-ferocious."

"oh please. brown bears hibernate through winter and eat honey and salmon in the summer. deep down you just wanna be spoiled."

sevika sputters and glares at you, but before she can argue further, the doorbell rings with your pizza.

you giggle as you watch her shoulders fly up to her ears. "will you get it?" she asks meekly-- not wanting to be seen by a stranger in her cute pajamas.

you giggle and kiss her nose. "'course i will, sevi-bear."

you roll your eyes as you turn to answer the door. ferocious brown bear my ass. she's more like a teddy bear.

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[hastyprovocateur]

I just know Sevika wears a wifebeater with holes... torn at the waist to let the abs breathe... paired with baggy sweatpants and a flannel shirt at home...