University Professor Sevika x Fem Reader ₊⟡.⋆☕ ᝰ.ᐟ MASTERLIST.
Hiii! This is the masterlist for my university professor!sevika. I had posted a chapter in another blog before deciding to create this one, so the first 2k words of this are from there.
This idea comes from my appreciation for Sevi and my hc of her being this important figure in the academic world. She is supposed to be around 43/45 years old in this, and reader close to 30. And they start bonding because they both appreciate great minds and knowledge. Although you can imagine their ages as you please.
They met in class. They both have been crushing without noticing in the other. Coffee it’s an important part of this fic. With time they start noticing their similar histories and the importance of their families in their lives.
Here Sevika it’s the adoptive mother of Jinx and Isha and a proud dog mom. She comes from an Indian background, her mother was Indian.
Reader it’s described as someone feminine, there isn’t much about body descriptions. Just about a little bit of tummy and big boobs lmao.
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TW: Suggestive talk, talking about nudity, cursing, a little bit of angst, not too much tho, family issues, drug addiction, consumption of alcohol and weed, suggestive talk again, nudity, making out, they have sex. Fingering and Cunnilingus !reader receiving. Groping. Humping.
Also feet?? LOL. Sevika leaves a little kiss on the reader feets after taking her socks off, nothing too sexual or suggestive but just fyi.
𖦹 fluff ; ★ smut
MAIN STORY ₊⟡.⋆☕ ᝰ.ᐟ … read here! 𖦹 ★
drabbles!!!
- Reader meets jinx and isha! … read here! 𖦹
- LDR for a few days while sevika is on a trip … read here! 𖦹
headcanons!!!
- to be written…
In case I write anything else it would be added to the warnings.
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Comments and any type of interaction it’s appreciated, and if you want to talk about your own hc of this au!Sevi my dm’s are open!!!.
University Professor Sevika x Fem reader. ₊⟡.⋆☕ ᝰ.ᐟ
Hello!!! How are you all doing? Today I will bring to you the actual trip of Sevika to the conference hehe. This is just mostly soft stuff and I’m so happy how it turned out. A lot of messages and reader being a softy and a crybaby. The relationship it’s advancing too :3. This has a lot less dialogue of what I’m used to do, but I compensate with texts. As you will see Sev talks like and old woman with the correct punctuation and everything lmao. Whatever, I hope you all enjoy!!!.
TW: Boobies and ass mention :P, and kinda political talk.
WC: 4,5K
main story
The dreaded six weeks had passed, Sevika was now in Europe. Her trip started exactly 16 hours ago when you accompanied her to the airport. You helped with her smaller bag, you stood by her side while she went through her check in and the baggage check. Although you were extremely happy for her you knew you would miss her dearly. When the process was done and she had to leave to be able to go through security it was the moment to say goodbye, a few tears rolled down your cheeks while her arms were draped around your shoulders, her voice as calming as always.
"I would miss you too sugar. I promised you it would feel like I never left." She had have the nerve to say, now you were on her bed absorbing her smell that was still in every fiber of her comforter. You truly didn’t want to look ridiculous, but maybe it was that time of the month, or winter being about to start but you felt almost heartbroken.
The last 12 hours she spent on the process of flying over the ocean and passing all the needed processes to get to her hotel safely. Now she was living 6 hours ahead of you, while you were just waking up when she already was during midday. She had decided to left on Thursday afternoon so she could slept on the plane but also so she could use Friday to explore the city and as she said herself "Looking for the best things I can find to surprise my girls when I come back." And you knew she wasn’t lying.
She made you take some relaxing tea at night so you could actually sleep while she was gone, you were thankful for it, if you haven’t done it you know you wouldn’t have slept a thing. You woke up with 7 different messages from her.
Sevibear ♥️ 07:34am
Good morning dear, the plane just touched earth again. I hope you slept well. I slept as a baby.
Sevibear ♥️ 08:02am
I already went through customs and immigration. I’m so hungry I could eat you ;). Missing you so much my baby.
Sevibear ♥️ 08:23am
The taxi had the radio on and one of those pop songs you liked was playing. I will take that as a good luck sign.
Sevibear ♥️ 08:55am
[3 photos]
The views are nice from here. The bed it’s comfy too, although I know I would rather sleep in here next to you.
A smile was plastered on your face after reading each one of them. You opened the photos before answering. The first one was the view she was referring to, the hotel was in the middle of the city but she had a nice view to the outskirts of it. The mountains looked small and almost blurry and the sky was looking rather clear, especially as winter approached. The second one was a photo of the room, her luggage stood at the foot of the bed, a bed that looked really comfortable as she had said, you could see the rumble of the sheets where she probably flopped face first when she entered the room. The third one was a pic of herself in the mirror. She was in some cozy clothes she took specially to be able to walk comfortably around the city, her face was mostly hidden behind her phone but you could still see the brightness of her eyes.
[You] 09:05am
good morning my love, I did sleep well, but that’s only because of the tea, the bed feels so empty without you in here. I miss you too, a looot :(
the views are truly nice and the bed looks so comfortable too, would be so good to be next to you in there
I also miss your curious hands around my waist, and a little lower ;P.
have a great day love, please please keep sending me pics. love uu ♥️
After sending the messages you stared at your phone frowning, with care you rearranged yourself on the bed bringing the comforter down and propping yourself up on your elbow. You opened the phone camera and made sure there was a good view of your cleavage. You took a pic that went directly into Sevika’s chat. Giggling softly you started your day as always.
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It was already afternoon when you talked to Sevika again, after all you were still in the middle of your semester. Today was actually quite warm for being the middle of autumn so you didn’t cover much when you went to your classes, now you were paying the consequences when out of nowhere it started raining. You were back at Sevika's house when you were able to actually take a look at the messages she had sent during the last few hours.
Sevibear ♥️ 11:56am
[1 photo]
This thing looks just like you.
The image showed a small squirrel sitting on top of a rock. You smiled softly.
Sevibear ♥️ 12:23pm
It’s already late afternoon here. Saw the time app and said it was going to rain today, be careful love.
You took a look at your damp clothes that stood now next to the bathroom door as you dried your hair. A chuckle left you while you continued reading.
Sevibear ♥️ 14:47pm
I think I over did it with the gifts…
At least I don’t think I would have to exceed the weight limit.
… I hope so.
Another small laugh erupted from you as you turned the hairdryer off. If your maths were right it was already close to the time Sevika goes to sleep, or the hour she planned to go to sleep during the trip, you still had a big enough window of time to talk to her.
[You] 16:36pm
can I call you?
You didn’t answer the rest of the text messages at that moment because you would prefer to just do it with your voice. Less than two minutes passed between your text to the ringing of your cellphone, you didn’t make her wait answering immediately. You were still in your underwear taking one of her t-shirts and some of your sweatpants to get dressed.
“You know I am seeing the ceiling right?” You peered slowly at your phone with a smile on your face that you didn't even notice was there.
“I’m getting dressed. And hello to you too.” A low chuckle came from the other side of the line.
“Let me see then. And hello my sweet girl. How was your day?” You propped the phone up against some stuff in the closet before talking.
“You are like a horny pig by the way.” Before you could actually answer she interrupted you. “What? Why? Because I want to appreciate your beauty?” You giggled, bending down slowly, letting her see your back while you started putting your sweatpants on. You knew you were giving her a great view of your ass.
“My day was okay, classes, lunch, got rained on, the normal stuff.” You turned around, putting your attention on her again. She looked to be lying down, especially on her side with the night table light turned on, the warm glow of it making her look as beautiful as always.
“You didn’t read my texts early enough, did you?.” You answered by shaking your head no while putting on the t-shirt. “Is that my shirt?” A low humming came from you as you took your phone in your hands walking out of the bedroom to take care of Jaan routine.
“I actually just read the text when I got here. And it is your shirt, I need to feel like you are here.” The dog was curled on her inside bed taking a nap, without trying to bother her you filled up her plate and changed her water. “How was your day?. How much stuff did you buy?.” A growl came from the phone as you saw how she rubbed her face.
“I think I actually over did it. But I couldn’t stop it. Don’t want to spoil much, but I found really nice stuff for the girls, especially art stuff, special edition books, cute handmade things.” She took a pause when you were going to ask what she had found for you. “I would not tell you what I bought from you.”
“Oh you are so mean.” You gave a few ear scratches to the canine while starting to walk to the bedroom again. “Come on tell me at least something, I will show you my boobs.” The last word made her eyes peak up while a smirk formed on her full lips.
“Deal, boobs first.” You did as told, pulling the shirt up while also moving your bra letting them spill out of it. “Fuck this was a bad idea. Why do you have to be so gorgeous and why am I so far away right now.” You rearranged yourself while laughing slowly trying to organize your things to study after the call ended.
“Because you decided the academic world was what you wanted to be, and because you are so good at it you got called to represent a whole country.” A proud smile filled your face as you saw the smallest of color concentrate on her cheeks. Sevika wasn’t someone that blushed easily, but somehow talking about her career path was something that always made her fold, even a little. “Now, spill.”
A deep annoyance growl made its appearance while she took her time thinking about what to say. “Just because I am nice I won’t tell you what I already said. I found an antique store and found a bag for you, and also some coffee beans in a special store. And I passed through a jewelry shop and couldn’t stop myself from buying you some earrings I found.” Now you were the one blushing slowly. You two continued to talk for a few minutes until you noticed it was already late for her and decided that it was time to say goodbye. Even when you hated to stop talking to her, the warm feeling inside your heart made you continue with the rest of the day without missing her too much.
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It was Friday now, the first conference day and the day you usually occupied making your work as Sevika TA, as she knew about the break there wasn’t much to do.
The morning was spent on the patio, taking care of the little garden you two had going on. Jaan was playing not so far away from you, a great battle with her squeaky toy was taking place. Some soft music came from a little speaker you had bringed with you.
Before actually going to the patio you had talked with Sevika on a call, she was on her way to lunch with a few friends she had reunited with. She told you everything about the first two presentations -as she told you- she had the pleasure to assist, you listened with all of your attention. You probably would never get tired of seeing how excited she gets to be able to share this information with someone who appreciated what she was saying. You had to say goodbye when the taxi made it to the restaurant.
Because you liked being mean sometimes you took the chance to let a few pictures of your ass slip into her chat, knowing she would see them immediately and would have to wait until she was alone to say something. After that was when you decided to go and play the gardener for a bit.
As you learned in a magazine this time of the year was good for planting carrots and potatoes so you did just that. You also were taking care of the tomato plants that had been there for a few weeks already. And the same thing happened with different kinds of peppers.
Today was going to be an actual calm day, tomorrow though was a different story. Sevika was supposed to give her presentation -one that she hasn’t told you anything about- and as you knew this -as the rest of the conference- was going to be livestreamed. So excited was short to explain how you were feeling. You were happy for her, and anxious to know what she was going to talk about, and also so fucking thrilled to see her do what she is best doing, especially in such a big scenario.
You knew the principal concept of what the conference was about: Human rights and the importance of literacy in this new era. And now you also knew two themes she wasn't going to touch on for what she told you a few hours back: the usage of ai and its connection to a loss of literacy, and how human rights are being treated as something nonmandatory. And still you had no idea what she was going to do her speech about.
The day after tomorrow was also going to be important because it was going to be your actual first time spending time with Jinx and Isha without Sevika there. You weren’t nervous for that, you know your relationship with them is great but at the same time this felt as a big step moving to the future with the three of them. You already knew you wanted to cook for them, and you had bringed your materials to spend the afternoon painting with them, this was a recommendation from Sevika.
The time you spent just thinking about everything ended up being more than a few hours. When you noticed it was already past lunch time for you and Sevika was already back at the conference for the last speech she was going to attend today. Slowly you picked everything up, cleaned the mess Jaan had made with her toys and went inside to actually eat something.
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You two had fallen on a routine quite easily, you were now on the bed, Sevika on your screen with the same glow as yesterday. The first thing she did after you picked the phone was say how mean your ass stunt had been. Right now ou had a tank top on with thin straps and another pair of sweatpants, she didn’t have a t-shirt on and had some pajama pants on her legs. She was the one doing most of the talk while you just appreciated her beauty trying really hard to pay attention to what she was seeing. When she stopped talking you took the opportunity to ask. “Are you excited about tomorrow?”. A smile formed almost immediately on her face.
“I am, and also scared as fuck,” You took your time giggling, you watched how her human hand went to her hair brushing it back carefully. “knowing you are going to be watching me makes me nervous.” The confession made a surprised noise escape your lips.
“Why is that?.” Humming came from your speakers while you saw her think about her answer, your lower lip now trapped under your teeth observing quietly.
“I think now I have someone who trusts everything I say with her life, and I’m scared of you being disappointed.” A pout took place on your face.
“Oh baby, you are so sweet. I think you shouldn’t be worried, yes I have you on a pedestal, because I know how good you are at what you do. You earned your place in that scenario as well as you earned how I see you. Yes I am in love with you, but please never forget the reason I am in love with you started with how you directed that class.” A soft laugh erupted from her lips as her eyes came back to try and find yours on the screen. “You are going to do amazing. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, and even less to me my love.”
You ended up with a trembling voice, your fingers fidgeting with the bedding. You recognize that look on her eyes, it was the purest feeling of love being represented on them. With such a blinding shine that made your heartbeat pick up.
After about half an hour you had said goodbye, you knew she was going to go to sleep. You on the other hand still had stuff to do. Before leaving the room your phone vibrated twice with new notifications.
Sevibear ♥️ 17:02am
[1 photo]
I love you with every muscle of my heart.
For now the only thing you can actually do it’s continue with your day with happiness going through every nerve and diving in every blood vessel of your body.
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Before you know it it was already Sunday. The light creeped slowly from between the curtains falling directly on your face. You felt numb for anticipation but at the same time wishing you could only time travel to when it was time for Sevika's speech. It was earlier than what you have been used to these days.
You picked your pieces up slowly, starting from your lower body, up, up, up, until with a grunt you plopped on your side. A tender smile was plastered on your lips while you felt the coldness of the floor on your naked feet.
After a hot shower, some running clothes and enough time for you to stop feeling anxious you took your phone. The usual good morning from Sev was there, next to some pics of the venue and herself. Then a longer message for what you were used to from her was on there, sent only a few minutes ago.
Sevibear ♥️ 01:02am
I slept really well last night, your words are everything to me. Well, every piece of you it’s everything to me. You don’t imagine the great amount of love I feel in my body right now. I’m dying to go and talk, to have the image of your face on my mind during every bit of it. Knowing that you are listening to every word that comes from my lips, and that in less than two days I would have you in my arms. I’m so grateful to know I have you, and that you also have me, baby.
I love you sugar.
A tear, well more than a good amount of them rolled down your cheeks. They ached from all the smiling you have been doing without noticing. Even with the tremor of your hands you answer as coherently as you could, with more than one I love you in the middle of it.
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You knew sevika was scheduled to talk after their lunch break, being the one to close this day and all of the conference. The time difference made that the hour of her presentation matched with the time where the kids were already getting here. It wasn’t late enough for you all to be eating lunch but early enough to have a premature brunch.
That’s what made you wake up so early. A spread of food was already on the coffee table: fresh juice, warm coffee for the older and hot cocoa for the youngest, french toast, pastries you had bought from their favorite bakery; for the savories deviled eggs were on there, toast with different spreads, sliders and even homemade empanadas. It was a lot, you knew that, but you also knew sevika would be here next morning and the food would still be here for you all to enjoy.
Isha was sitting comfortably behind you on the arm of the couch entertaining herself with your hair. You didn’t know what she was trying to do, but it felt like she intended to braid your hair, or at least put her huge collections of pins in there. You cherished the moments when you could feel her growing fondness for you.
Jinx on the other hand was perched on one of the love seats, apparently reading something for one of her courses, she had a bright mind and was always putting it to use. She was rocking a shaggy hairstyle (that was probably made by herself), the blue accompanied by a pink stripe, as always it looked great.
On the tv the live of the conference made the screen suddenly light up. For the last few minutes it was dark with a small sign on a corner that read ‘resuming soon’.
The noise came back too, slower than the light. Low and reserved but noise either way. The soft chattering of the attendees was what you were probably listening to. This wasn’t an award ceremony so they weren’t commentarists or someone talking to whoever was watching the live stream.
The changes on the tv made the three of you refocus your attention. Behind you Isha started moving, changing places to take a seat in between your legs. Jinx rearranged herself, sitting in a better position and putting her stuff on the floor. Your hands went to the remote bringing up the volume.
After what felt like an eternity with the banging your heart was doing inside your chest, Mel Medarda appeared on the screen. You recognize her almost immediately, mostly from some of the pictures Sevika had sent you yesterday during dinner. She was the face and host of the conference, making her responsible for presenting the new theme being brought to the stand. Her poised and melodic voice came from the speakers “These days have been fulfilling to a level I don't have the time to explain at this moment. I want to take the moment to say thank you all for coming here, for bringing your voices into this stage, and this incredible dialogue into the future of our conversations.”
The auditorium was brought to life, everyone knew this was nearing the end. When it calmed down she started talking again. “To end this I will ask you all for a warm welcome to our last presenter of the day, and of the whole conference. Sevika is a well known professor of social studies with a rich career in the field. A voice not only of marginalized communities but also someone that had fought her way up here. She is going to enlighten us all with her thesis ‘The resistance that comes with being an immigrant and its importance in our violent present as a way to survive in the future’.”
Hearing her name and the round of applause directed at her was enough to make you tear up. Your eyes were like daggers directed to the screen as you watched her walk to the stage.
In that moment you remember that first time in her classroom. The confidence that emanated from her and the focus on her eyes. A soft sigh came from you as you cleaned the lonely tear that had escaped you. Her mechanic hand took the mic rearranging it slowly while her voice was heard low and gruff thanking Mel as she stepped out of the stand.
Jinx had a proud smile on her face while her head rested on her flexed knees. She was used to this, watching her speak, but you knew that she was excited as always. You could notice it in her expression.
Isha was more calm, but all her attention was on the screen. She didn’t quite understand what all of this meant but she was happy to see Sev on there either way.
You were trying to pretend you weren't a mess. You wanted to be sitting in the front row. Smiling as big as you were right here but with her being able to see it. She looked amazing. After all, as you knew, she was doing what she knew best: teach, and speak. At that moment her presentation started. “Good afternoon everyone.”
Her low voice as always made goosebumps appear on your skin. You felt starstruck. You didn’t talk, and even breathing felt like too much of a task. Every word that came from her mouth went directly into your brain. You absorbed everything she said, every quirk of her lips, the shine on those cloudy eyes, the movement of her hands, how she slowly started making that stage hers. The public was radio silence and the shots that regarded them always showed every last person on there completely focused. You understood them, how could you not.
Her voice was thick like molasses. Her posture was perfectly intact. The confidence that everyone was receiving could be noticed even on her way of walking.
To make it all worse she looked amazingly good. Her hair was as sharp as her tongue. She was wearing a shirt you knew well, after all you were the one that had gifted it to her. The dark burgundy color made her dark skin glisten. While making her scars bright but not obvious. Dark slacks that hugged her big thighs harmoniously.
Without even noticing her speech came to an end. A standing ovation was showcased. You noticed it had affected her, maybe no one else could perceive it, but you could. Isha was clapping with everyone else too, giggling softly.
Jinx was not looking at the TV anymore, her eyes focused on you. “You are so in love it makes me sick.”
Soft laughter came for the three of you. When you were going to respond Sevika’s voice came once again from the speakers. “Thank you all so much. Thank you for the opportunity, and thank you for listening to whatever I had to say. This is part of my story and my past, and one of the things I advocate for. Thank you Mel for bringing me up as an option, and thank you to the organization for choosing me.” She looked extremely happy. A type of smile that was not common from her was on her face. A full one, not just a small grin or just a corner curving up. A full smile showcasting her teeth and that made her lips seem smaller. “I want to take just a few seconds to send my love to my family that is seeing this early in the morning far away from here. To my two children and the love of my life. You all are my strength and the reason I am here today.”
A gasp came from you as you covered your mouth, you knew that if you didn’t cover it the sob that emerged just a few seconds later would have been too loud. Jinx was next to you in a few seconds, she also seemed affected but not as much as you did. Her arms were awkwardly but soft around you in a blink, while Ishas draped against your waist hugging you too. You left out a sappy giggle while you did your best to hug them both.
“I guess we are a family now, aren’t we?”. The voice of the older one made your stomach tighten up. Now the ones to laugh were them as their arms went tighter against you.
I have wrote some stuff in the last weeks, but i am doubting some stuff. It’s about the trip sevika was supposed to do to the conference i talked on the drabble when reader meets jinx and isha. It could work as itself, it’s sitting at 4,5K words rn, and it’s just fluffy content and a little bit of found family core.
I want to add when sevika comes back, but i want that to be more filthy and just basically sex, and i don’t know if i want to have that in the same place where reader has been hugging Isha y’know.
I would probably just make two different posts, I also just want to post something and I have to admit I am kinda proud of this one. It has me giggling while beta reading it.
Whatever, I am not doubting anything anymore lmfao. Would probably be up tomorrow because I need to check for errors and just make it look prettier.
headcanons, modern!au, coworkers, mutual pining, i don’t know what to write
history teacher!sevika who has a completely different teaching style than you. you don’t coddle them, not really, but you prefer being the friendly teacher type, not the intimidating tyrant one. you let them come into your classroom during recess, even if you’re not there yourself, because the thought of it being that one space they feel comfortable in out of all others makes you think you’re doing something right. meanwhile, sevika is not willing to spend any more time with students than it is necessary. “it’s because i’m the cool one, you know,” you tell her, grin on your face, but she meets you only with the mocking raise of her brow, “i hope you also enjoy the smell in your classroom after their lunch, cool teacher,” you, in fact, do not enjoy that. but hey, windows!
history teacher!sevika who gets to school barely on time. always walks in with a coffee she didn’t buy at the teacher’s lounge because, in her words, “it tastes like ass.” you’re always there at least fifteen minutes early. sometimes more. always with something baked or packed in your bag “just in case someone forgot their lunch.” she once stole your sandwich. you were furious. she claimed you were being dramatic about it. it was chicken pesto, so you were not.
history teacher!sevika who is, objectively, very good at teaching history, though she pretends not to care. you’ve heard her explain complex world war strategies like it’s a story she’s retelling from memory, like she was there. her students hang on to every word. once, you passed by her classroom and caught her passionately ranting about colonialism with a chalk in one hand and a diagram in the other, sleeves rolled up, eyes sharp. you may or may not have watched for too long. you’re still denying it.
history teacher!sevika who gets really, really still when you touch her casually. like during lunch, when your fingers brush hers accidentally while reaching for the same fork. or when you adjust the collar of her shirt in the hallway. you feel the sharp inhale she takes. like she’s trying to behave. but later that day, she finds you in the storage closet getting paper and pulls you in by the waistband of your pants: “you keep touching me like that and I’m gonna forget I’m on school property,” she mutters, lips dragging down your jaw.
history teacher!sevika who always makes fun of your classroom. especially your “little literary posters”. she can’t handle being in your classroom without her snarky comments. “‘read more shakespeare’? really?” sevika stares at the poster, “yes, sevika, some of us still have hope for humanity,” even if it’s very small, “some of us have taste, that’s true,” you say that you keep it cozy for students, but honestly, it’s for yourself. your professional efficiency heavily depends on the settings around you.
history teacher!sevika who herself does not believe in “cozy classrooms” and keeps her own cold. freezing, actually. the windows are always open. she claims it keeps everyone awake. you started bringing a warm cardigan or sweater to school just for when you have to drop something off in her class. she noticed that too. and sometimes, when you forget it, she turns off the fan without saying a word.
history teacher!sevika who’s read every book you’ve recommended. your recommendations for her come up very naturally. during the lunch break, staff meeting, it doesn’t matter. you’re in the middle of conversation and then suddenly you have a book on the topic in your mind she just must read. you found one in her desk drawer once and it physically took you everything not to tease her about it.
history teacher!sevika who doesn’t do “silly activities” but somehow ends up being part of all your class projects because the kids drag her in. you once asked her to help judge a poetry contest out of curiosity to find out if she’d agree and because you wanted to avoid that one colleague who you knew would volunteer. she rolled her eyes so hard she nearly sprained them, then proceeded to give the most detailed, thoughtful critique of a sophomore’s work you’d ever heard.
history teacher!sevika who has this annoying habit of teasing you when you’re in serious teacher mode. like when you’re scolding someone calmly but firmly, and she walks by and mouths something like “oooh scary” from the door just to throw you off. you kicked the door shut in her face once. she laughed all the way down the hallway.
history teacher!sevika who stares. like, seriously. she stares at you mid-staff meeting across the table with this unreadable look, one arm draped lazily over the back of her chair, chewing the cap of her pen, not listening to anything. you try to focus, god, but you can feel it like heat on your skin. and then, during lunch, she walks by and says casually— “you should stop biting your lip like that when you’re nervous. you’re gonna make me think things,” thenleaves.
history teacher!sevika who jokingly calls you shakespeare when no one’s around. mostly sarcastic, sometimes affectionate, “what’s wrong, shakespeare? kids didn’t weep enough over juliet today?” but once, you’re in her classroom late after hours, flipping through test papers with music playing low in the background, and she murmurs it right against your neck, “come here, shakespeare.” and suddenly your knees are weak.
history teacher!sevika who once caught you crying in the teacher’s lounge after a rough parent meeting. didn’t say anything. just sat next to you. gave you the chocolate she kept in her desk for emergency bribes. she called it “a donation to the emotionally fragile literature cult.” you laughed, snotty and all.
history teacher!sevika who grabs your wrist gently when you pass by her classroom in the quiet afternoon. just a quick tug, then she leans in the doorway with a smirk, “you got a minute?” no matter how tempting it sounds, you try hard to say: “sevika, I have a—” but that doesn’t matter, “a minute, I said.” you end up sitting on her desk while she stands between your legs, running her hands up and down your thighs like she’s thinking about war and you in her bed.
history teacher!sevika who has a playlist she only listens to on grading nights. you discovered it by accident when she left her phone in the lounge. it’s full of mellow indie rock, sad girl ballads, and one (1) taylor swift song. you added that one to your own playlist and when you turned it on out loud while standing next to her and smiling — all smug and mischief — she almost killed you, but it was worth it.
history teacher!sevika who leaves notes in your lesson planner. she’d never admit it’s her, but they’re written in her messy, slanted writing. “I saw you wear that little necklace again. is that for me?” “you sigh too much. what’s on your mind, angel?” “you free tonight?” “thanks for the sandwich” you start keeping the notes in a drawer.
history teacher!sevika who sometimes shows up at your place late. 9:43 p.m. on a thursday, “thought you might be grading alone,” she says, holding two coffees. you were grading alone. in a hoodie too big for you with your hair tied up and glasses crooked. sevika forgets about the coffee (and, frankly, everything else) the moment she kisses you, “you smell like paper and ink,” she whispers into your skin, “fuck, you’re pretty.”
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Hii!! saw that you were taking requests so i was wondering if you could take a Brothel!Singer! Reader with Sevika being enchanted by Reader’s singing during her round of cards? I would pick “Dream Girl Evil” by Florence and the Machine bUt you can pick whatever song you love best right now!!!
i’m always obsessed with what you right so i’d love to see how you’ll do this concept!!💜💜
EEEEEEEK i'm going to combine this with another ask and do a few songs!!
Hear me out.. Singer! Reader x Ex! Sevika. When an interviewer asks reader what or who the inspiration for her songs are, no matter how much time has passed, she always says "Sevika". And sevika watching the news is like (//°_°//)
men and minors dni
drink before the war -- sinead o'conner
sevika remembers meeting you like it was yesterday. it wasn't love at first sight, but it was a close thing. silco was always looking for new artists to showcase-- a good concert could bring in more money than a week's worth of drinks-- and you were just starting to break out in zaun's undergound music scene.
it was late afternoon when she first laid eyes on you. tucked away in her corner booth playing a slow game of poker with her boys, sevika had the perfect view of you and your band setting up on stage.
she didn't expect much from the lot of you. most of the bands that came through the last drop's doors were obnoxiously loud and angry. sevika was much more fond of zaun's signature metal music when she was young enough to fling herself into the pit. now, though, it just gives her headaches.
but as you and the band start to warm up, so does sevika. you have a lovely voice-- and you seem a little more melodious than the usual entertainment. she finds herself humming along to a few oldies you guys warm up with, snorting to herself as you boss your bandmates around to 'play on beat' or 'pick up the tempo.'
as the bar fills up with music-lovers, sevika's fondness for you grows. you were bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement, waving at a few fans you recognize, happily encouraging the crowd to come closer to the stage. "i won't bite you guys, i promise." you joke into the mic. sevika snorts.
when the lights went down, sevika finds herself ignoring the card game to focus on you, her arms crossed over her chest, a cigar stuck in her mouth as she waits for your band to begin. your keyboardist starts a melody, your drummer following with a simple beat. and just before you begin to sing, you say to the crowd, "this is a song i wrote for piltover."
well, you tell us that we're wrong
and you tell us not to sing our song
nothing we can say will make you see
you got a heart of stone, you can never feel
you say "oh, i'm not afraid, it can't happen to me
i've lived my life as a good man
oh, no you're out of your mind
it won't happen to me
'cause i've carried my weight and i've been a strong man"
listen to the man in the liquor store
yelling "anybody want a drink before the war?"
for sevika, it was love at first song.
dream girl evil -- florence and the machine
as the drums swell with the beginning of your next song, a wolf whistle breaks through the crowd. you know who it is-- you've had your eyes on her all night. it's been a year since you met the woman at the last drop. in that time you've become something of a local celebrity, and sevika's become the lioness of the lanes. zaun loves your music, and their leader loves you.
you've even managed to impress the babette enough to get a standing gig every tuesday night at the gardens. apparently you've got a 'voice like sex'-- babette's words. sevika agrees.
janna, you can't get enough of her. you've gotten complaints from several of the girls here that you've stolen their best customer. but when she looks at you like that, why would you share? sevika doesn't seem to mind; she's the one who's traded her private rooms for a seat in the crowd to watch you perform.
this is a song you wrote for the brothel girls. despite their jokes about you stealing sevika, they've been some of your most loyal fans since you started singing here every week.
(and if you sway your hips a little more than necessary while singing, nobody in the gardens will notice except for sevika.)
well, did you miss me?
walk on water just to kiss me?
oh, come and get me
drag me out, destroy me
i've been expecting you, i'm ready
deliver me that bad news baby
am i your dream girl?
do you think of me in bed?
love on the brain -- rihanna
"you've broken three records this year alone with the release of your debut album: songs from the undercity. tell me, how does it feel to be the most famous woman in zaun?"
you snort. "well, i certainly don't deserve that title."
"no?" the reporter inquires. you shake your head.
"that ought to be someone like ambassador sevika, don't you think?" you ask. the man at least has the decency to look a little ashamed of himself.
"i suppose so, yes." he agrees. "will your next album be as political as your first? or will piltover's recent decision to grant zaun freedom perhaps... soften your art?"
you have to bite your tongue to keep from rolling your eyes. this is why you don't do interview with piltie magazines, their questions so fucking stupid. "you want me to sing about rainbows and lolipops?" you ask. the interviewer sputters a bit. you chuckle, then continue. "i make music when i feel something strongly. i doubt i'll ever stop feeling strongly about my city. independence is just the beginning for us, and i'm lookin' forward to writing songs that reflect that."
"and speaking of feeling strongly, your award winning song 'love on the brain' has everyone wondering who's lucky enough to have caught your eye!" the interviewer exclaims, switching topics fast enough to give you whiplash. this time, you do roll your eyes.
you can't deny it. it's the sappiest song on the album, something you wrote in a single night-- the night after your first date with sevika.
oh, and baby i'm fist fighting with fire
just to get close to you
can we burn something, babe?
and i run for miles just to get a taste
must be love on the brain
that's got me feeling this way
"was that a question?" you ask. the interviewer chuckles.
"well, who's the lucky lady?"
"she's the most famous woman in zaun." you say with a giggle.
weight of your bones -- qazi and qazi
the only thing worse than losing sevika is how public the break up is.
neither of you want it this way. neither of you want to end it. but life pulls you in opposite directions, and you're both too busy to sort it out. honestly, you've been too busy to fucking breathe lately.
and so you agree it's for the best. no matter how much you sob about it, no matter how strongly your heart tells you that it's her. it's sevika. she's the only one for you. you let her go, because if you keep clinging to her it might kill you both.
and then you have to read the headlines.
relationship experts are called onto talk shows to dismantle the downfall of zaun's power couple.
psychics claim you cheated on her.
'anonymous sources close to the ambassador' say sevika's thriving after the split.
anonymous sources close to you say you haven't been eating.
that last one's the only truth you've read so far.
and then, the final nail in the coffin; a month after the breakup a demo of a song you never wanted to see the day of light leaks. and the whole world can hear you singing your heartbreak.
show me my heart
could it be broken?
i loved, i loved from the start
could this be the ending?
you pack your bags and leave zaun, trying to drop out of the eye of the press, since you can't drop off the face of the earth.
godspeed -- frank ocean
it takes you two years to gain the courage to come back home. and the moment you're back on zaunite soil, like it's a side effect of the smog, the urge to write returns.
you spend six months living in the studio. day and night, you're writing and singing, purging all the music that you bottled up in your time away. in the end, you have an album.
the press is ecstatic about your return. the critics in piltover and zaun alike say your sophomore album is a contender for album of the year. the public is desperate for a tour.
so, you go on tour. just when you'd gotten comfortable back at home, you pack up to spend a year traveling runeterra. it's incredible. it's the best year of your life.
there's one song from the album that never makes the setlist out of fear that you'll cry. but when the last night of the tour lands in zaun, and you see sevika standing in the vip section, you make an expectation.
when the crowd calls for an encore, you give them one.
and you don't take your eyes off of her the entire time you sing.
i will always love you
how i do
let go of a prayer for you
just a sweet word
the table is prepared for you
wishing you godspeed, glory
there will be mountains you won't move
still, i'll always be there for you
how i do
i let go of my claim on you, it's a free world
you look down on where you came from sometimes
but you'll have this place to call home, always
the image of you crying on stage while singing to the ambassador of zaun is what they project on the walls when you win album of the year that winter.
bodyguard -- beyonce
sometimes, all you need is a little more time.
now that you're back in zaun, back in the press, it's impossible to hide. sevika takes full advantage of this. everywhere you go, there she is, a smug smirk on her face and a patient twinkle in her eye. she's willing to wait. you aren't.
in the time it takes for winter to turn to summer, the two of you become so intertwined you can't tell where you end and sevika begins. you prefer it this way.
of course, when asked by paparazzi, you lie and say you're just friends. but 'just friends' don't attend top secret political meetings with the ambassador, and 'just friends' don't get to hang out in the greenroom while you sing on stage.
neither of you will confirm or deny.
but when you drop the first single for your next album, it's all but confirmed that the power couple of zaun is back together.
so sweet
i give you kisses in the backseat
i whisper secrets in the backbeat
you make me cry, you make me happy, happy
leave my lipstick on the cigarette
just toss it, and you stomp it out, out, out
inhalin' whiskey when you kiss my neck
we've been hurtin', but it's happy hour, oh, hour
they couldn't have me
and they never will
and sometimes i hold you closer
just to know you're real
dream a little dream of me -- ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong
before you, sevika only knew one song all the way through. her mother would sing it to her when she was a child, swaying with sevika clutched to her chest. her voice was always a little off tune, sometimes scratchy, sometimes choked. still, though. sevika adored it.
she told you this one time, years and years ago, when you were first getting to know one another.
"only one!?" you'd gasped. sevika chuckled and shrugged.
"not really a music person."
"until now." you teased, nudging her. she had chuckled and kissed you.
"right."
"well, what song is it?"
sevika shrugged. "dunno the name. just the words."
"sing it for me." you requested, cuddling up in her arms. sevika had scoffed. "what?" you asked.
"i can't sing."
"everyone can sing."
"okay, well, i can't sing like you."
you chuckled. "i didn't ask you to sing like me. just sing like you."
and, to sevika's great surprise, she sang.
stars shining bright above you
night breezes seem to whisper, i love you
birds singin' in the sycamore trees
dream a little dream of me
she's singing now, too, as the band plays her favorite song for your first dance as a married couple. you're the only one who can hear her voice over the trumpets and applause.
"i love hearing you sing." you sigh, nuzzling against her throat as you sway on the dance floor. sevika kisses your head.
"says the professional singer." she teases. you chuckle.
"it's not about that. if i wanted to hear perfect pitch i'd sing it myself."
"so what's it about?" she asks. you lift your head up to press a kiss to her lips.
"it's about hearing you." you say. sevika kisses you once more, before she finishes serenading you.
say nighty night and kiss me
just hold me tight and tell me you miss me
while i'm alone and blue as can be
dream a little dream of me
stars fading but i linger on dear
still craving your kiss
i'm longing to linger till dawn dear
just saying this
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
but in your dreams whatever they be
dream a little dream of me
stars fading but i linger on dear
still craving your kiss
i'm longing to linger till dawn dear
just saying this
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
but in your dreams
whatever they be
dream a little dream of me
University Professor Sevika x Fem reader. ₊⟡.⋆☕ ᝰ.ᐟ
Hello!! Long time no see, here is a small drabble about how Sevika and reader relationship has grown, and also reader meeting Isha and Jinx!!.
I will try to bring new stuff during this month and next one, but I have nothing written. This has been in my drawer since April but school was just too much. Probably the next thing it’s going to be headcanons about them.
Hope you all enjoy this as much as I did while writing it!. If you want me to create a taglist and be added you can just write to me about it, I will be happy to do so.
TW: nothing too bad, just softness today <3. Slight references of sex at max.
WC: 2,8K.
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Today was a gloomy day. The sky was dark although it wasn’t late, the usual blue was covered with clouds impeding the sun to be around. Autumn had slowly begun to crawl in, lowering the temperatures and bringing with it a lot of rain and orange hues that now covered the city. You were at Sevika's house sitting on the patio next to her, a warm cup in between your hands while she read different emails, it was now an established routine. It’s been a few months since you two became an actual couple, since the end of that semester where you two met. You still couldn’t believe how easy everything felt with her. Things that were boring or tiring before didn’t feel like that anymore when you could do them with her by your side.
A lot of your relationship had changed during the course of the different months and the change of seasons, you two didn’t live together but it almost felt like it. You spent basically half of your week at her house. You two would meet after class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, days when your schedules matched and you had been helping her. Those days you would sleep at her house, waking up with her warm feeling around you or sometimes in between your legs. You will end up going almost every Sunday with her and Jaan on her runs and would help her during the afternoon. And sometimes (almost always) you would end up spending the night there so Monday could be also added to the list, you would spend all day with her thanks to it being a free day for the both of you.
The air today felt different, you both were on a small break that would last for a few days thanks to a holiday. Days that you would of course spend together, this as a way to relax after midterms. You weren’t her student anymore, at least not at school, but you were still present in a way. She had recruited you as a teaching assistant, even though you weren’t a graduate student. Thanks to how good you did while coursing her class and to some bypasses and a lot of her just moving her strings you ended up intertwined with her. Thing that you both adored, after all your interest in her started after talking to her more in depth about class topics.
The kids were also on break so they were coming later for dinner for now it was only you two and the dog that was curled next to where you were sitting. You focused on her face for a bit, appreciating and also interested in how focused she was while reading a-for some kind of reason-very short email. "Sev-". You breaked the silence with the idea of asking at what time you two were going to go buy the ingredients for dinner. When you were about to ask her a surprised expression took place on her face. "Everything okay?"
Her fingers went to your lips, silencing you carefully, a small smile appeared on her face while with her free hand she moved the laptop so you would be able to read what she was showing you.
‘Dear Sevika, I’m writing this email while walking to my office so I am truly sorry if any type of mistake in my writing it’s perceived. I couldn’t wait to tell you the news, remember what we talked about a few weeks back? about the conference?. Well apart from the obvious of you getting to come in here as a listener the organization it’s looking to bring you as a speaker!!.
You would get a really detailed email in a few days with the direct invitation from the organization but I just couldn’t wait to let you know about the news. Hope you are having a great day. And I am very excited for you.
Mel Medarda, researcher for xxxxnmxx’
A shocked noise escaped your lips when you got to the end of the email. Shock that didn’t last long, without noticing you were on your feet with a huge smile plastered on your lips.
“Oh my life, baby this is amazing. You are going to a multinational conference as a speaker.” You almost spelled the last word for how much time you took saying it. Slowly you started rambling saying more of the same in different ways without noticing, during that process proud tears started filling your eyes. Your voice cracked a little when you talked again. "Oh my Sevi, I’m so happy for you." Her hands were on your hips after a sob escaped your lips. Her arms went around your waist pulling you closer to her. The softness of her expression made sparks of warmth appear on your insides and a tingling feeling took over your skin. Softly you caressed her scars, feeling the rough edges but also the delicacy of her skin. The words didn’t come for a while, but the sobs also didn’t last long. Carefully you two fell into a state of such comfortable peace. It felt like time had frozen and the only thing existing in this world were you and her, and the immense love that flowed in between and engulfed the two of you.
She was the one that broke the silence. "You know I have been a speaker at multinational conferences before, right?. More than a few times too." She always did this with you, she was a confident woman, one that was really proud of what she had accomplished in her life. And she also wasn’t the person that wouldn’t talk about said achievements, but with you she turned this protective side down, trying to make them look smaller than what they were for some kind of reason.
"First of all, yes I know. Second, stop bringing you down, this is still amazing." Your hands had gone up her arms, mechanical and flesh until reaching her nape where your fingers started scratching the-not so long ago-shaved sides. "Do you have any idea when it is going to happen?".
Her eyes that had been closed for a few seconds opened up again. "Around six weeks, if I am not wrong, it starts on a Saturday and ends on Monday." A humming came from you as you drifted your hands to rest on her shoulders softly stroking the covered skin. "Mhmm. I will have to find someone to be here on Sunday and Monday all day so the kids can spend time with Jaan, and a petsitter that can take care of her too." You started massaging the tension on her muscles while her head fell back resting against the plush of the sofa where you two were sitting, her eyes closed again apparently enjoying the sensation. Her own hands fondle the meat on your thighs carefully on not putting much pressure so it wouldn’t cause any harm.
"Baby, I can do all of that." You said leaving a soft kiss on the scarred part of her face. After the words left your lips her eyes open slightly to observe if you were telling the truth.
"Would you do that for me?."
"Of course my love. I already know all of Jaan’s routines. And I have met your children a few times already. If it isn’t a problem for them, then I would love to also take care of them." A small smile took place on your lips remembering how you had met them.
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It was a chilly afternoon on a Sunday, as chill as it could get on summer, sevika and you had spent a few days away from each other while you were focusing on the end of the semester and so did she. A few days ago you were done with everything and Sevika, although she still had work to do, couldn’t stop this urge to see you. So she offered for you to go to her house. She was going in the morning to her usual run with Jaan and close to midday you were supposed to arrive there. The idea was to eat lunch together, watch her work a little bit and then cuddle for hours without end, but she forgot that on Sundays her children went to eat lunch with her and to rest in their room, going away from the chaos of their apartment.
When you arrived Sev was just opening her door so you rushed from behind getting enough time to be able to jump on her back.
"FUCK" a crippling laughter came from both of you as she took you in her arms hugging you immediately like you if you two haven’t seen each other in years. “I was going to scold you for doing that but I can’t be mad at you, fuck i missed you so bad my love."
"I missed you too baby." A lingering kiss was left on each of your cheeks before your lips crashed together relieving all of the need that you both had contained inside. Your hands tangled in her hair, pulling softly from there while hers were kept in your thighs for support.
After a while of you two kissing, saying hi to Jaan, a shared shower, some curious hands and a few delightful noises you two were lounging on the sofa. Sevika was on her back sprawled while you were on top of her, your head rested in her chest as did your hands that were moving slowly and soothingly over her shirt. Her left hand rested on your head caressing slowly while her right was occupied on her phone. In a few seconds you heard her curse and how she cleared her throat. "Babe?" a humming came from you asking her to continue. "Will you like to meet Jinx and Isha?".
An inquiry look took place on your face while you moved to see her. "Did you forget? I mean, I have said it before, love. I would love to." Obviously you didn’t understand why her shoulders looked tense, you two had talked about it before.
"No, not like that baby. I know we have talked about it, love… It’s just that they are two minutes away from using their keys to open the front door." You seated immediately with a shocked expression, mouth opening and closing without being able to say anything. You weren’t prepared in this instance, you haven’t brought the little gifts you made for them, nor did you look presentable. You were in one of sevika’s shirts that stopped mid thigh, shoeless, with still damp hair, a few hickeys that if you move a little to much they would show up from the neck of the top, and an afterglow that if the older sister was clever enough and mixing all of the other clues would understand what happened before their arrival.
"Sevi, sev… fuck, my clothes, do you… do you?, i’m freaking out wait. I wasn’t ready, I-" Sevika’s hands went to your face quickly cupping it slowly.
"Shuush love, breathe. You have clothes saved in my room, and about the rest, just don’t sweat about it, yes?." You nodded slowly, that was something so hers, she could understand you without even needing to completely explain what was happening to you.
Carefully, you stepped up still a little dazed to walk to her room. Your lives were intertwined enough to be able to have a good quarter of your clothes laying in her closet. You took the first things you could find, the only thing that covered the marks good enough was a halter top, for the bottom you took just a simple white long skirt. Your hair went up into a messy low bun while you returned to the living room.
In there you stood under the arch that connected the living room to the hall where Sevika's bedroom was. You were stunned with happiness, a big smile plastered on your face as you unlocked the last part of Sevika that you were missing. She looked so calm and so happy it made your heart rhythm pick up, you thought you couldn't love her even more than before, but oh you were so so wrong. There she was glowing like you have never seen her before with a huge smile on her face while on her arms rested the smallest of the two, with brown hair and a few strands of blue that matched with the hair of the older one. Her human hand was around said woman, giving her the smallest of kisses on her forehead. Slowly, without wanting to interrupt you walked to them. The first one to notice was Isha who moved quickly escaping from Sevika's arms to go to the floor and run to you. Astonished should be the word to describe how you were feeling when the girl put her hands up for you to be the one to take her in your arms. Without any type of resistance you did just that, she was light as a feather and smelled as sweet as possible, with immense care you hugged her.
"Hi Isha, it’s nice to meet you." A big smile was plastered on her lips giving enough space for her tooth gap, that matched perfectly the one sevika have, to be in the open. You slowly went to look at the other two people in the room. Sevika’s eyes were glowing, and you were sure a tear was about to escape her eyes. Jinx had a soft smile on her face, she waved to you as you kept walking to her.
"Hello toots, lefty here have been talking about you for so long I thought you were just a mystic creature." Soft giggles erupted from you as you stood closer to the girl.
"Hello Jinx, I also have been hearing all about you two for months now. You should see how sappy she gets when talking about her babies." You joked watching a false annoyance expresión get into Sevika’s face.
"Oh I like you." She smiled softly only for you, you notice in thar moment that all of the stress you had a few minutes ago dissipated in the air.
A soft hand took your face, it was Isha’s hand making you look at her, her fingers signaled the sofa so you went there keeping her steady on your arms. She slowly creeped down from you, going to the coffee table looking for something. The three of you had an inquiring look on your faces watching the little one move everything for the drawer. A happy sound escaped her when she found something that she hid behind her back. Her left hand came empty and she signaled, her index finger went to her forehead going away from her face before pointing her finger towards you ‘for you’. Your own index finger went to your chest.
"me?" an excited nodding came from her while she took your hand in hers extending it. Slowly she put a bracelet on your wrist. It was a beaded one, full of a repeating pattern of four different color beads, light vibrant blue, a bright pink, a lilac and a deep red. "Oh Isha…" you felt the crippling feeling of tears accumulating on your eyes. "This is so beautiful, thank you so much." A smile occupied your face as you watched her shy face light up before jumping into your arms going for a hug. You hugged her immediately while observing Jinx taking a photo of the moment and Sevika observing while cleaning a stray tear that rolled down her cheek.
"Isha bear come here, we have to put our clothes in the washing machine." Jinx called her, noticing that you two needed a moment alone to recover. What sounded as a soft ‘Thank you’ came from Sevika, that had started walking to you
"YEY!" The kid talked untangling from your arms to start running away behind her sister, apparently she liked the smell of the laundry room, for what you had been told before.
In a few seconds Sevika made it to your side with a shy smile plastered on her lips. A soft laugh came from the both of you before she trapped you in her arms. "I think I never felt as happy as I feel today." Her voice came muffled thanks to her lips being pressed to your forehead.
That afternoon was spent eating chinese take out, you three joining forces to bother sevika, some movies and a whole lot of laughter while you got to see for yourself the quirks of both girls in real life. You felt at peace with your head on sevikas shoulder enjoying the warm feeling that took place in the center of your chest.
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It took you some strength to not smile too much while remembering but Sevika did still notice the few seconds you drifted apart from her. Your hands went back again to her nape, your eyes staying still on the bracelet that decorated your wrist. Slowly you shortened the distance initiating a soft kiss that didn’t last too much.
"Hope you know how proud I am to be able to call you ‘mine’." Now she was the one that smiled fondly.
Hello everyone! my professor!sevika au has been gaining some traction again so just wanted to came in here to say that i do want to continue and i do have some stuff written but this semester was really hard so i didn’t have any time to use this as a creative outlet.
My break starts on monday actually and i have a draft of reader meeting the kids, hopefully i would have it ready for next week!!!. Probably would write some short stuff too because i do love this little universe i created for them <3.
Hope you all are doing okay and that either summer or winter aren’t kicking y’all asses to much 🩷🩷
butch babies already has 4 drabbles, just one more to get an emoji and be officially a series soooo… what do we (you) think about writing about one of them being jealous maybe bc of insecurities (like idk someone was flirting with sev and reader started feeling insecure bc she is like complete opposite of this other girl), OR maybe they got on a stupid argument and they both are so dumb and stubborn that they don’t know how to solve shit (they are teenagers after all) so they try and make a move to solve everything like organizing something in their hideout but they end up planing the exact same thing JSMDMDKD. OR how would be their first time together (i kinda picture sev waiting for an adequate moment and trying to make it really special for reader, maybe as a birthday gift, or celebrating like an anniversary of that first fight when they meet).
I’m just obsessed with them atm 😭😭😭
this whole series is healing my inner teenager ugh asd;lfjas;ldkj
men and minors dni
you're having a shitty night.
you and sevika snuck up to piltover to sneak into some university frat party-- looking to sell the shitty cave-weed you've been growing in your hideout to rich college kids who don't know any better. at first, it was fun. you made good money, drank expensive liquor, and danced to piltie music.
but now, you're a little drunk, you've got a headache from the altitude, and sevika's pissing you off. she's got her signature cocky smirk-- the one usually directed at you-- pointed at some pretty, proper, pilite girl.
sevika says she's yours. she says you're her favorite girl in the world. but... sometimes you worry.
you know you're different from most girls your age. you've never been interested in typical girly things. wearing dresses makes something nervous start to crawl around in your stomach, and you prefer to keep your hair short and out of the way, not bothering with ribbons or clips or bows. even in zaun; where piltover pinks and frills are traded out for flashy piercings and bold makeup-- femininity just doesn't suit you, no matter what form it takes.
you huff as your girlfriend leans closer to the piltie girl, snatching the closest bottle of good liquor and storming out of the frat house.
you make it halfway down the block before sevika comes running after you.
"hey! don't you hear me callin' your fuckin' name?" you roll your eyes and keep walking. you can hear her scramble after you, before she reaches out and tugs your arm. "what's your fucking problem?"
"what's your fucking problem!?" you ask.
sevika gawks at you. "i-i dunno?" she asks. "i thought we were having a fun time!"
"you sure seemed to be having fun." you huff.
"well, yeah! babe, look!" sevika reaches in her pockets and starts pulling out silverware and watches. you snort and roll your eyes, and resist the temptation to show your best friend your own stolen goods from the evening.
"sev... do you ever think..."
"what?" she asks, still confused.
you sigh. "sometimes i feel like you should be with someone so prettier than me."
"what?!" sevika shouts. "y-you're the prettiest girl in the entire universe--"
"yeah, but i'm not, like..." you flail a bit, looking for the words.
sevika frowns at you. "you're not what?"
"you know sevika. you've known me since i was a kid. you're the same way, sorta." you say.
"so you don't think i'm pretty?" sevika asks.
you gasp and reach out for her with your free hand. "no!" you shout. "sevika-- you're so pretty, your face is all i ever think abo--"
"then why are you being weird?!" sevika shouts.
"because you were flirting with that girl!"
sevika freezes, then she bursts into laughter. "babe!" she cackles.
you huff and pull away from her, taking a sip off the bottle you'd stolen.
"i don't get what's funny."
"i was scamming her!" sevika cackles. you blink.
"what?" you ask.
sevika shrugs. "people up here are rich. and stupid. she was telling me all about how she snuck out of her sorority house-- how everyone who lives there is at a party tonight--"
"we cannot rob a sorority house!" you cut your girlfriend off. sevika deflates.
"but babe!" she whines.
you can't help but giggle with relief and exasperation. sevika must be even drunker than you-- she only gets this mischievous when she's drunk.
"absolutely not. c'mon, i took this bottle, we can go to our hideout and have our own party."
"but i only got like three sets of silverware!"
"look." you giggle, pushing the bottle into sevika's hands and reaching into your sports bra. underneath your shirt, flannel, and jacket, nobody could see the increasingly lumpy silhouette of all the shit you managed to sneak out of the frat house. telescopes, fancy lighters, pocket watches, bifocal glasses, and best of all-- two unlimited piltover university cafeteria passes.
"holy shit!" sevika gasps, grinning down at your haul. "you're fucking amazing!" she giggles.
you smile. "i'm sorry i freaked out."
"i'm sorry i didn't tell you my evil plan. guess i oughta tell my partner in crime about my criminal plans, eh?" she teases. you laugh, redistributing your goodies from the evening in your pockets, before grabbing sevika's hand and tugging her toward the university's campus. you're gonna treat your girl to an all expenses paid cafeteria dinner.
"yes, you should. now hide that liquor so we can get into the dining hall." you whisper.
sevika giggles. "these passes are for grad students. we're too young, they're gonna know!"
"we'll tell 'em we're child prodigies."
"us?!" sevika cackles. you snort and stop your trek, pulling sevika in by her waist for a kiss.
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"
I escaped my responsibilities for a few hours between last night and this moment and i could write a little bit. It’s a connection of the main story. Reader is meeting the children and babysitting them for a few days while sev is in a conference lmao.
I just end the part of the first time they meet and my heart it’s so soft 😭😭😭. Isha is like a cuddle bear fyi, she would always be next to someone, on their arms, or literally touching whatever body part she can to feel this sense of closeness.
like i just want to write about professor!sev cuddling reader, i want to do also like an au where there is angst bc i like to suffer. and soft stuff.
I have this idea of using different chappell roan songs in different contexts for professor!sev like, I imagine her as this jazz, R&B, rock lover, so imagine her listening to hypergirlylesbianpop and seeing reader dance to hot to go!. IT WOULD BE SO FUN. im tired
school is kicking my ass and i want to write so bad but all of the docs i have open are fucking transcriptions. Why do i torture myself entering a health science career, also i don’t have anyone to rant about it ugh.
what if i make that after reader completes the course she becomes a helper in the course. Idk if that’s common all around the world, but in my country some courses bring ex students to help the teachers during lectures, grading, or helping with doubts. 🧟♀️🧟♀️🧟♀️🧟♀️
