She’s A….. She’s A Fucking Munch. I’m Quivering.

yes.

✩ nights like this // sevika

⋆ summary: no coherent thoughts…just stressed councilmember!sevika coming home to you after a rough day.

⋆ warnings: a shit ton of sappiness & fluff, reader loving on sevika

⋆ pairing: sevika x fem reader

⋆ word count: 1.3k

embers of scarlet and coral smacked against the screen of the fireplace, silently stirring sevika from a trance. her head pounded against her skull, locking the rest of her body into place. now this sofa, cheaply made of leather and nylon, was her only comfort. fragments of light reflected off the glass windows, briefly illuminating the door right across from her. in its midst she could single out a you-shaped figure leaning against the doorway. small crescents adorned your eyes as you rubbed away the fatigue in them.

“come to bed,” you whispered, trudging towards her. you hit the sofa with a soft thud, pressing a light kiss to sevika’s soft lips.

she let out a low groan, snaking an arm around your waist, “not yet, go on without me.”

you nibbled on your lower lip, tilting your head to the side as you inspected sevika’s face. her features were tense, eyebrows drawn together with sharp, pensive lines decorating the space between them. her legs were fixed into the ground, boots still on, which was completely uncharacteristic of sevika. for a brief moment, her hazy grey eyes struck yours, they were gentle and radiant. it always amazed you just how hypnotic they could be. they revealed everything about this woman, but this time they weren’t brimming with intense sexual desire but a fervent need for comfort. 

“that bad?”

she shrugged, “something like that.” you waited for her to say more, but nothing else came. rather, you were greeted by an uncomfortable silence and the impossible task of trying to read her mind. her eyes flickered between the fire and your eyes, calling, screaming, pleading out to you so that there was no need for words. sevika’s body was rigid against yours; she looked as if she’d crawl from her own skin and right into the sofa. she detested this feeling. you couldn’t know. you couldn’t see. she needed to protect you. that’s what she told herself as images of the council and their disapproving glares riddled her mind. deeper and deeper, she became trapped within her own mind, leaving you with no option but to intervene. 

she felt your hands on her thighs first, slowly traveling down to her calves before reaching her boots. 

“let’s take these off,” you cooed. 

you started at the dark laces, pulling each one through the silver loops that decorated the sides. once this was done, you tugged them off sevika’s legs, exposing her fluffy rainbow socks. your lips perked up into a smile as your girlfriend quickly looked away, fighting to keep a straight face. it was progress, although you could see that she wasn’t fully comfortable, so you kept at it moving behind her.

you reached for her cloak, peering down at her for approval. “this okay?”

“mhmm….” sevika nodded, sinking further into the couch. she closed her eyes, humming lowly as the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly began to rise. sevika’s skin burned with each slight touch of your hands against her body. warm and hot with determination, you ran them across her smooth skin, moving to undress her in one quick beat. with the cloak tossed to the side, you peeled off her vest, shirt, and bra, leaving her exposed before you. you ran your palms over her sculpted chest, feeling the muscles tense underneath you.

“you’re with me, relax baby.”

she sighed, “i’m trying….i just hate bringing this shit home to you.”

you brought your hands to her face, rubbing your thumb along the scarred skin of her cheek. her eyes were reluctant at first, but you continued with a soft tone emanating from your voice, “look at me sevika, i’m okay. just let me take care of you.”

you moved the dark strands of hair from her face, eager to meet her eye. they were gorgeous. half-lidded and heavy, they were trained on your face, unwavering in spite of the fatigue that pulled on them. it was like a silent battle, a fight that you only saw slight glimpses of before, but sevika’s mask was cracking. in piltover she was utterly alone, and the mere thought of her shouldering that burden chewed at your soul. thus you moved your hands to sevika’s shoulders, desperate to be the support that she needed. once more you looked at her face for a response. silently she nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw before leaning back. 

time slipped by as you undressed her, softly massaging her skin, freeing her from the strain that tore through her body. slowly her features grew more relaxed, shooting you small grins every once in a while as you worked. from the corner of your eyes, a bright halo and its golden rays peeked into your home through the window. half of the living room was illuminated with a faint yellow glow, making visible the antique table in the center of the room and the rest of sevika’s body.

“how’s this?” you hummed, massaging out the kinks in her neck.

she slurred, “perfect…i swear if i have to hear the word contingency agai—“ 

“you’re doing the best you can.”

sevika shook her head as you removed your hands from her shoulders. “it’s not enough. y/n you should see the look on some of their faces; it’s like they don’t even see me.” hurt, frustration, and anger, it spilled from her in one stifled breath. you moved swiftly to her side, cupping her hand in yours. the two of you sat in silence, caught in the sun’s warmth. 

“sev,” you began, “you’re one person, you can’t put that on yourself.”

“i have too,” she whispered, her voice small. sevika’s eyes stung, they begged her to close them and stumble into your bed, but her mind argued the opposite. doubt crept to the forefront of her brain, pervading her perceptions of herself. was she strong enough to do this? could she be enough for you? in the midst of the murky clouds there was no definite answer, and that tormented sevika beyond belief. she’d stayed up for hours, the allure of sleep looming over her as she clawed for an answer, desperately seeking it in the form of solitude.

“i’ll go with you to piltover.” 

her eyes widened, a sheepish grin taking hold of her face as sevika brought a hand to her mouth, “oh, you wouldn’t last a second.”

“what?” you sputtered, playfully smacking her hand away. “i’ll go everyday if i have too…i hate sleeping by myself.” 

she let out a low chuckle, snapping her neck towards the sunrise, taking in the bright, soft pink and yellow hues that fully lit up the room. sevika looked back towards you, her heart beaming with an intense longing and love for the person before her. she adored the way the colors merged with your skin, basking you in a warm glow of sunlight. it captured your beauty like no other, making your girlfriend fall even deeper for you. bare and exhausted, sevika yearned to pull you close. she wanted to feel your skin hot against hers as you floated into a deep slumber, fleeing the world and its worries for just a moment. this was her answer. 

“i love you so fucking much.”

“do you?” you teased, leaning in to place delicate kisses to the underside of her chin.

she nodded, “yeah baby, i do.”

you moved to her ear, allowing your breath to lightly tickle the sensitive skin, “then you know that you don’t owe anyone anything. not those council members. not even us zaunites. you can walk away, and i will love you all the same. i just want you happy.”

“this makes me happy,” sevika smiled, rising from the couch before quickly scooping you up in her arms. 

“good, let’s go to bed.”

what i wouldn’t give for a hug from my favorite fictional characters right now

They are exactly the same 🫠❤️

Hi! I was wondering if I could request headcanons abt Stiles Stilinski hugs? As in how and how often they are? How would he react if reader came for his comforting hugs when feeling down? (Platonic gn best friend reader). Lmao I think he gives good hugs and it could help with the stress. Sorry if it sounds weird! Thank you in advance!

I'm so sorry for the wait, I just finished my finals :)) and nonnie that doesn't sound weird omg I love hugs :(

hugging stiles, headcanons edition

hear me out; stiles' love language is physical affection and acts of service alright?

and growing up he didn't really get much of the former, so he always made sure to show up and show out with the latter

being his best friend for most of your lives, you get used to his random acts of service

one day you'd mention you like this one drink, so every time he visits the store he makes sure to get it for you.

"aww Stiles, you really shouldn't have!"

"I remember once you said you like it and it was in front of me, hehe" he'd awkwardly rub the back of his neck

he goes shopping and sees your favorite perfume— he'd get it for you

he finds a new addition to your favorite comic, one he knows you don't have, he'd get it for you

randomly taking a walk with Scott or something and sees something that reminds him of you, he'd get it for you

one day, he's spending the night over, and he wakes up sweating a storm from a nightmare

you so happen to be a light sleeper and his sudden jolt wakes you up too

he's shivering and shaking and can't steady his breathing so you do what anyone would do— help him calm down

once he's steady again and got his thoughts in order, you wrap your arms around his and hug him tightly

you two go back to sleep hugging, and he doesn't mind it one bit

that was just the beginning of it.

at first it was cuddling to go to sleep, to help stop his nightmares from invading his dreamland

then it's hugs when he's clearly upset or is not in a good mood

then it's hugs when you're in a mood

then it's hugs when you're happy, or when he's happy

it slowly develops until its hugs when he's working, you just casually wrap your arms around his shoulders and he'd lean into you, completely relaxed

and one day he just casually hugs you when he sees you around the pack and he keeps you in his arms for a bit

they start asking questions of course, if you two are a thing

"What? pffftt no, y/n and I are just friends. Can't friends hug?"

they don't believe him, but they let him be— for now

it happens all the time after that, whenever you two are around each other you just immediately gravitate towards one another and wrap your arms around each other

they get used to it after a while, even stiles' dad found it a bit suspicious at first

"so what's going on with y/n?"

"hmm? Oh nothing, I don't know why everyone keeps saying that. I just really enjoy their hugs."

he'd be so sweet about them damn hugs too pls

he hugs you tight and doesn't let go until your hold on him softens

sometimes even then he doesn't let go

his hugs are always so warm and gentle, you never want to leave them

and when he's rubbing your back? oohhmygod

sometimes he'd whisper sweet nothings into your hair or neck when you're upset

he's try his best to make you feel better with affection

and ykw? It works every single damn time

Matt reminds me of Kermit the frog and I can’t explain it but like I’m right

marry me pls. thank you for your careful consideration.

😩❤️

manifesting a pretty masc girlfriend that plays guitar

this mf is marcus from finance

Oh, we’re cooked. Hasbro, what the fuck is this?

That mf is NOT Miguel, that is Mason. Y’all took his O’Hara name n ran w that shit 😭😭😭

• Autumn Air

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Cuddling with your boyfriend Matt during his favorite season.

This is my work. I do NOT authorize plagiarism or "inspiration" at all.

A/N: snuggle up and take a deep breath while we all escape from reality for a minute <3.

With love and big tits, Rose

Word count: 235

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There was a slow croak of wind brushing in through the crack of the window. Cold wisps of the fresh breeze contradicted your boyfriend's warm body cuddling yours. 

“I fuckin’ love fall,” Matt hums contently. Curling deeper into his side with his arm slung around you, you let out a sound of agreement. There’s no worries lingering in the back of your mind. The only thing occupying your conscious thoughts was how full of love you felt—how full of peace. A slow, rhythmic beat of your heart seemed to synchronize with Matt’s in the calm silence. “I also love you. A lot–even more than any season or weather,” he announces. Your lips curve upward while your cheeks ache from a flushed hue of red. “Awwww, I made my girl blush, huh?” 

You shove your face further into his chest. Matt laughs at this, cupping his hand over your head and petting your hair soothingly. “Shut upppp.” you whine, your voice muffled into his shirt. 

“--’m sorry, ‘m sorry,” he dryly laughs. Hugging you tighter and closer into him, he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I just love you. So much, sweetheart, so fuckin’ much.” 

The whisper of his voice is warming tears into your eyes from how overwhelmed the feeling of love is consuming you. There’s no worries in his arms, just a warmth protecting you from the cool autumn air.