—SPOOKYTOBER WEEK: Sevika x Reader
༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･ from 26th to 31th October ⋆.˚ (spookytober week fics list)
⋆·˚ ༘ * day three: horror movie night
･ ⟢ ⋮ cw: modern au, fluff, established relationship, enjoy <3 ゛༝.
Everyone loves movies, who doesn’t ? It’s one of those easy, universal topic; something to talk about when there’s nothing else, to bond over when the silence is awkward in the morning by the coffee machine at work.
And of course, you and Sevika love movies too.
But there’s something you both love even more than watching movies: watching them together. Especially horror movies.
Horror nights are your thing. They always have been, it was even your first official date— bad idea, you agree, but it’s one of the funniest memories you have together.
Horror movies are never boring. They’re always a good idea; they’re funny, scary, ridiculous, gory, sometimes so bad they circle back around to being good again.
They make you laugh at how bad they can be, or hide your face in Sevika’s shoulder when the music swells and something terrifying is about to happen.
They give her an excuse to wrap an arm around you, to hold you a tighter when you jump, to wander her hand a bit too low just to tease and find comfort in her touch because she -not so secretly- deeply loves how close you get.
Those movie nights are an important piece of your relationship; they’re the reason you’re so comfortable now, the proof of how you got here.
You love each other, yes, deeply, easily, but it’s the nights in the dark that helped so much; the screams, the laughter, the greasy food, the teasing… leading to a cuddle and your first kiss during a badly made gory scene.
That built the foundation.
For your first Halloween together, you don’t go out. You’re not really party-animals anyway.
Honestly, the idea of dressing up, get cold and shouting over music doesn’t sound half as fun as staying in with candies and bad special effects. So you do what you do best, you turn your living room into a tiny, ridiculous haunted theater with not much budget… but to be fair, you were too lazy to decorate.
There are plastic pumpkins on the coffee table, a cute ghost lamp next to them, and a bowl of candy that neither of them plans to hand out to kids because, well, it’s a flat in a building so no one will come anyway.
That’s better that way. Everything’s for you and you only.
You walk out of the bathroom wrapped in your robe, socks on because bare feet on the wooden floor are the worst to survive.
Sevika’s standing by the wall, holding the small remote for the LED strips you stuck along the ceiling weeks ago.
With one lazy press, the room floods in warm orange light.
She glances over her shoulder at you, face calm, mouth tugging at a smirk.
Her tone is completely deadpan, which only makes it funnier.
“Terrifying,” you answer, equally serious, before snorting.
She huffs out a laugh, that low, rough and addicting sound you love, and tosses the remote onto the couch before dropping herself right after it with no care, long legs sprawling.
The cushions dip under her weight as she stretches out, one arm draped along the backrest.
“C’mon,” she says, patting the space beside her.
You pad across the room when she calls, the floor creaking softly under your socks. Sevika’s still half-sprawled on the couch, watching you approach with that lazy grin that makes her look irresistible.
You stop in front of her, dramatic as ever.
“Wait,” you say, holding up a hand for effect.
Then in one grand motion, you untie your robe and let it fall off your shoulders and body like you’re about to reveal something scandalous.
Except it’s not lingerie or bare soft skin.
It’s a dark, oversized set of pajamas covered in tiny white skulls.
You strike a pose anyway, one hand on your hip, the other raised like a model showing off diamonds instead of Halloween-print cotton.
Sevika doesn’t miss a beat. She looks you for a few short seconds like she’s contemplating an art piece, before saying,
“You’re so sexy.” she says, perfectly flat-toned.
You break first, a snort slipping out before you can hold it back.
“Most erotic outfit you’ve ever seen, huh?”
She shrugs, smirking. “Can’t even look straight at you. Too much power.”
You laugh, tossing the robe onto a chair before collapsing next to her.
The couch dips again, and she automatically shifts to make room, arm lifting so you can slide right under it. You fit there like it’s practiced, because it is.
You stretch your legs out, taking up space without guilt, half on top of her, half on the cushions, and Sevika grabs the TV remote from between the pillows, clicks the screen on, and lets the light flicker in a soft glow in the orange room.
You pick the movie after a really important debate, and the movie starts slow.
A low-budget horror film that pretends to build tension, and it does pretty well for its budget, but it really just makes you both whisper commentary under your breath mostly.
Sevika has one arm draped around you, her fingers tracing lazy circles over your hair and scalp, her fingers warm and absentminded.
You’re comfortable,, your cheek pressed against her chest while the eerie soundtrack hums.
It’s perfect, right until the first jump scare.
A shriek cuts through the speakers, a face flashes on screen, and Sevika jerks so hard the couch squeaks.
You burst out laughing immediately, muffling it against her chest because you can feel her embarrassment radiating off her.
“You jumped!” you manage between snorts, voice bright with delight. “Girl flying to the sky.”
Sevika blinks at the screen like it just attacked her. Oh— it did.
“I wasn’t ready for that one,” she mutters, still half-defensive, half-amused.
You’re clutching her shirt as you keep laughing softer now.
She rolls her eyes, trying to look unbothered, but there’s a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her mouth in amusement.
“Keep laughing,” she says dryly. “We’ll see who screams next.”
You grin up at her, eyes gleaming. “Course it’ll be me, but that’s so worth it.”
Sevika huffs, pretending to refocus on the screen, but her hand slips back into your hair anyway; fingers resuming those slow circles, gentler this time.
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