SAM X DEENA Modern day Highschool AU (choir kid x band kid) *no mention of Sarah Fier's curse*
school is hard. life is hard, confusing; especially in shadyside. sometimes meeting someone makes it easier; in most cases. The first few months of senior year were amazing for both Deena and Sam: Softball and Marching Band season, fire pits with their friends, Homecoming and Friday night lights. They existed completely without each other, never realizing that come winter time, they'd hardly be able to remember what it was like without the other.
Deena Johnson has the same routine every day. Wake up, drive to school, get high with Kate in the bathroom during lunch, and then go to Marching band and Softball practice, each for an hour. Samantha Fraser walks in parallel with Deena. She wakes up, drives the same route to school, uses the next stall over, and finishes Theatre practice at the same time as Deena leaves the softball field.
That's the most they ever shared.
The first time they ever actually noticed each other was the first day of October. Homecoming was two nights before, and Deena and Sam had equally bad times for completely opposite reasons. Sam had spent the whole night alone because she realized she'd rather die than spend it with the douchebag she was meant to go with; while Deena had spent the whole night making sure Simon didn't drunkenly talk to any of the teachers.
It was a whole new day now, and Deena was on part 3 of her daily routine. In the bathroom with Kate. They had already finished the rotation, and Kate had gone back to class, leaving Deena by herself in the bathroom. This was the one bathroom in school that nobody used, on account of the door being so broken that it wouldn't stay open for even three seconds. But as Deena sat on the closed toilet lid and shoved her Pen back into her backpack, she heard someone successfully shove the creaky door open and scurry across the tile floor.
Sam had spent all of second period itching to use the bathroom. Her Choir class was rehearsing for their Halloween concert- she wasn't allowed to use the restroom until they finished. and now she was stuck waiting again, silently bobbing up and down and praying that the girl who was currently occupying the only toilet in-order would hurry up.
Yet as soon as the stall door swung open, Sam forgot she ever wanted time to go faster. Deena was equally as regretful, but for the fact that she looked as high and stupid as she did in front of the coolest looking girl she'd ever seen.
And as soon as time slowed down, like something out of a movie, it sped back up. Deena swung her backpack over her shoulder and murmured a "my bad" as Sam stepped past her into the stall. Nothing usually comes from three seconds of eye contact, and in this case, that's true. The routine stayed the same- they each went to their practices, and then home, and then continued like that until Wednesday.
Deena was late for Band, she had gotten stuck behind a group of boys who only know how to walk at 5 miles per hour. Sam was late for Choir, and as they both rounded the corner, they slammed into each other and all of the things that sam was holding in her arms clattered onto the linoleum floor. in a panic, they both dropped down and began grabbing the books and folders, all while muttering hurried apologies to each other. it wasn't until they reached for the same book and touched hands that they made eye contact. After recognizing each other, Sam cracked the biggest, brightest smile and erupted in appreciation for Deena's help. then she stood, hair resting gently on her shoulders, and turned to give Deena one last appreciative grin before striding into the Choir room, the door closing behind her.
Deena laughed to herself about the whole thing, finding it funny how clunky all of their interactions have been so far. After she made it to band and got to her seat, Her friend Nicole turned around in front of her to ask why she was late.
Deena just said there was a line for the bathroom, but before Nicole could turn back around Deena leaned in.
"do you know anyone in choir?" She asked. Nicole nodded and listed a few names.
"why?" she prompted. Deena just said she was curious, and then remembering the few times she had seen sam leaving the auditorium after school, said that she was wondering if any of the kids in choir were also in theatre.
"just Sam and Jameson, why?"
wow, isn't Nicole a curious one.
She made up an excuse about wanting to see the fall play, yada yada, maybe she'll make Kate and Simon go, and by the time she was done with her excuse, their band director had entered the room and began his lesson. Deena and Nicole both turned their attention to the front, and as they picked up their instruments to start playing, Deena listened into the choir singing next door.
So that was Sam. Who little did she know, had just had a very similar conversation with her friend Jackie in the room next door.
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needing some whiny early seasons spencer hcs rn… PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE
hey so fun fact i actually live and breathe for sensitive whiny spence!!
just silly hcs of mine not proofread plus lots of “:((((“ bc hes so pathetic!!! im gonna eat him!! what!
early seasons spence! who literally cums in his pants the first time you make out:((( RAHHH hes so shy and inexperienced that he doesn’t know how to react when ur tongue slips past his lips.. ur basically eating his face off, swapping spit like its the last thing you’ll do..its all hot and wet and slimy!! and hes soooo into it!! (hes loud enough to prove that) so into it that when u reluctantly pull away for air and he sees ur dazed expression, swollen lips, and the string of spit connecting the two of u he snaps!! u think hes rubbing one out when he excuses himself to the bathroom but hes actually cleaning the gooey sticky mess out of his boxers:((
early seasons spence! who is LOUD. loud and whiny as fuck.. especially when hes needy. you’d be surprised how horny and freaked out he gets when it comes to u… doesn’t matter how busy you are or how important what ur doing is,,, hes giving u doe eyes and whining like a sad puppy!! (hes such a puppy boy im screaming..) hes (not so) silently begging for ur touch… pawing at your thigh and rubbing his head on ur lap… of course eventually he gets needy enough to start verbally begging,, so far gone hes not even embarrassed at how pathetic he sounds—and doesn’t even realize hes humping your leg… “please please i swear i’ll be quick—god.. please..please.” (and how could you say no?)
early seasons spence! who has the weakest pull out game on the planet… the first time you say you want it raw??? hes GONE!!! FINISHED!!! the most highpitched and whiny praises u have ever heard are falling past his lips—rapid fire.. this man does not shut up when ur going at it!! and when ur walls are sucking his dick up all snuggly??? like a fucking glove??? hes done.. he doesn’t even try to pull out!! he can’t!! his hips are stuttering as he’s grinding into u at an inhumane pace.. chasing his release like a madman:(( the sound of ur voice is the final push…“oh you’re gonna cum for me? yeah? you’re gonna fill me up to the brim??” anddd hes absolutely wrecked… nearly passing out at the sight of his load spilling out of your pretty cunt:(((
early seasons spence! who lovesssss when ur on top of him… grinding down on him bc ur both too desperate and needy to undress:(( the rolls of ur hips r slow and calculated.. writhing in the friction of fabric on fabric.. and poor spencies head is lolling to the side, eyes blown out, reduced to nothing but a blubbering, whimpering mess underneath u… hes so whipped, eyes rolling back into his big bright brain with every low roll of your core against his!! his whines r deafening.. and ur soaking up every moan that escapes past his perfectly pink lips,,, nipping and sucking at sensitive skin of his neck thats exposed when he throws his head back in pleasure at ur movements…. whiny spencer lovesss dryhumping (i love dryhumping… in my mind so does spence… what i say goes this is my acc^_^…)
You’re a bear. At least thats what everyone calls you. Short and strong, with wild hair and sharp, animalistic teeth- and a punch that could knock out a soldier. a whole lotta woman. Sevika works long days and longer nights, running that bar like the navy. She fuels the drunk warmth that fills the dingy place-Though she spends an equal amount of time throwing out the drunkards who overstay their welcome. She loves the work, but occasionally she’ll let Vander and Silco talk her into taking a night off.. only this time she’s met with something she’d take many nights off for.
Your kitchen is warmly lit. The faint glow of countertop lighting illuminates your coffeepot and a single fern plant next to the window. Sevika watches as you set your keys in a dish on the counter and flip on another warm light. Your apartment is small, one bathroom, conjoined living room and kitchen, and one bedroom. It smells like Vanilla and laundry detergent, with a lingering smell of sweat and cigarette smoke.
you watch her observing your home, but she refuses to lift her feet. She doesnt want to scuff the floor. You chuckle to yourself and turn to her, shrugging humbly. “You can take your boots off- leave em anywhere.”
She gives a tentative eyebrow raise at your offer, but then moves to a kitchen chair and starts to unlace them. You watch her hands- long, thick fingers with rough callouses and spindly veins. You shudder, breathing deeply and turning to walk slowly down the hallway towards your bedroom.
“Im gonna change real quick! If you wanna get the wine out its in the cupboard next to the fridge.” You half shout to her.
she dies inside. You’re changing? Not even 20 feet away from her, might as well give her a striptease. She simply grunts in response but she doesnt move. Her boots are off, discarded under your kitchen table.
She doesnt care about the wine. Thats not why she came in. Instead she stands, like an invisible force is pulling her, and starts to move down the same hallway you disappeared down. Her jacket has been thrown onto your couch, leaving her in a dark gray tank top. she walks slowly, past the bathroom. Your bedroom door is ajar, not open, but cracked enough that Sevika can see you.
You’ve got on pajama shorts now, hugging your thighs. She practically falls over at the sight of you. Soft streams of moonlight come in through your bedroom window and bathes your skin blue. You’re bare, discarded chest tapes on the floor and she can see the muscles of your back and the gentle curve of your spine.
And the tattoo that crawls up it. There are two Bear paws sitting in between the dimples on your lower back, and theres a single vine of ivy that waves up the middle. Right to the end of your neck.
She cant contain herself. She doesnt care that she’s just met you. She needs you. Gently, she pushes open your bedroom door, the bottom of it scraping the carpet and alerting you that she’d opened it. You turn to face her, a quick sigh leaving your mouth when you see her. Bulging biceps and toned chest muscles look even bigger in the moonlight.
She speaks slowly, approaching you like a baby deer. “Im sorry to tell you..” she starts, “i know you just put on the shirt. But im going to take it off.”
your breath catches. You too, dont care that you just met, what? two hours ago?
Sevika is so close to you. Chest to chest once again, the thin fabric of your tank top doing nothing against the cool air conditioning. Youre gazing up into her big brown eyes, idle hands slowing making their way back to her belt loops.
the moment she feels that tiny tug on her waistband, she folds.
Her giant hands come up to grab the sides of your face and pull your lips into hers. Its messy. Hot. Teeth and tongue clashing against eachother and heavy breathing as she pulls you impossibly closer. Soft mewls leave your mouth and heavy grunts leave hers. She backs you up, one hand bracing the back of your neck and the other climbing up the back of your shirt, resting your shoulder blades against the closet door.
you’re kissing her back with so much fury, hands gripping the now wrinkled collar of her tank top, pulling, begging her to be closer. Her plump lips move from your mouth and you gasp for air as she presses open-mouthed kisses to your throat. She kisses further down your neck, scraping her teeth against your pulse point as she goes. You almost whimper.
as she kisses across your collarbones, she starts to mutter into your skin.
“You so fuckin pretty mama. So fuckin strong- makes me crazy.”
you whine at her praise and thread your fingers into her short, now messy hair and watch as she drops to her knees in front of you. Sevika, the biggest, scariest woman youve ever seen is down on her knees for you.
you almost moan at the sight. Her hands trail up your thighs and under the hem of your shirt, resting heavy on your waist.
“take this off f’me.”
you dont waste another second when shes staring up at you like a woman starved, grabbing the hem of your shirt and practically ripping it off of your body. Sevika lets out a hot breath at the sight of your bare chest and strong abdomen, hands rising further over your ribs. She presses soft, needy kisses to your stomach, making her way up to the valley between your boobs. Her calloused fingertips swipe over your nipple and you shudder, only moaning when she takes the other in her mouth- kissing and sucking like she needs it to live. You whine, hands cradling her face as she moves back and forth between your now swollen nipples.
She releases with a pop, looking up at your breathless face with a smug grin. She slips two of her fingers under your waistband and draags down your shorts- so slow it feels like torture.
Sevika audibly groans at the sight of your glistening folds and puffy clit in front of her. She whisper’s praises into your skin as she rises up, kissing along the way. Only when shes mostly standing does she capture your lips again. A desperate kiss. She holds your throat with her flesh hand, thumb resting on your pulse.
And then she drops back on her heels. She lifts your hips with her mech arm, cradling your ass and holding up most of your body weight- leaving you on a tiptoe. She curses under her breath as she spreads your pussy open, inches from her face- the feeling of her hot breath only making you wetter. She mutters something you almost didnt hear-
“forgive me in advance baby.”
and then she dives in. Licking a long stipe up your pussy and slurping as she went. You moaned. Loud. Your fingers flew back into her hair and you tensed.
how long has it been since someone’s touched you like this?
you completely unraveled above her, with one strong arm completely holding you up and the other pressing tight circles in your clit while she fucks your sweet little pussy with her tongue. You’re moaning, whimpering and tugging on her hair, pleading for her to,
‘please Sevika-! Please please!”
well you’re not doing anything except pleading. She’s grinning against your cunt, sweet juices coating her chin and spilling down her throat. Suddenly she pulls back and you whine- “w- no whyd you stop?”
she almost came in her jeans at the sight of your sweet, pathetic face. Look at you. Youre tough as nails and sure as hell could knock Sevika off her feet with a single punch- trembling and whimpering at the lack of her mouth on your crying pussy.
she simply lays back on her elbows, an evil smirk crawling across her wet face. “Come sit on my face baby. I need more of ya.” She’s growling, low and seductive. You flush, deep red at her words, but you scramble down on all fours and start to crawl over her big figure.
you stop to kiss her once more, moaning at the taste of your juices on her lips before you slot her head inbetween your thighs. You arent given a moment to hesitate before Sevika grabs your waist and pulls you down onto her face. A loud, strung out moan erupts from your throat at the change in feeling. Her mouth ravages you, licking and sucking at your sensitive clit, not letting a single drop of your slick escape her.
She starts to roll your hips against her face, manhandling you and grunting up into your core. Your whole body is hot. Your muscles are tensing and you’re whining like a bitch in heat, riding Sevika’s face. Every time her big nose bumps against your clit you cry- the electric feeling bringing you so much closer to the edge.
you scream when she pulls her flesh hand back and starts fucking you on her fingers. Big, thick digits stretch you open with a delicious burn. Its like she knows youre close, curling her fingers and fucking them against the sweet spot of your core and sucking on your clit. You’re basically crying now- feverishly grinding your swollen pussy against her mouth and holding onto her hair for support. Every groan that rumbles in her throat buzzes against your clit- tightening the knot in your stomach.
you start to babble- “M so so close Sev- oh godd!” She feels your velvety walls clench rapidly and reaches up with her Mech arm, rolling your swollen nipple inbetween the cold metal fingers- never once slowing her pace.
you cum in her mouth with a cry- definitely alerting the neighbors that the tough knuckles woman that lives here isnt so tough. Its possibly the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had- Sevika fucking you through it, catching every drop of your sweet cum on her tongue. She only stops when she feels your thighs go limp. Her hands return to your waist and she sets you back, sitting on her chest.
you watch through glassy eyes as she sucks her fingers clean and licks the rest of your slick off her mouth. She squeezes your thigh with her Mech arm gently- practically trying to see if you were still alive.
you scowl at her. “You almost killed me Sevika.” She chuckles deep, sitting up under you and letting you drop into her lap. “You sounded like you enjoyed it.” She tilts your chin up, gently pressing a kiss to your swollen lips. “Looked real pretty too. I could get used to seein’ you like that.”
you two sat there for a few minutes, Sevika gently brushing stray hairs out of your eyes and staring at you with her big brown eyes. Those damn eyes.
Only after you came down from your orgasm did you realize, Sevika is still fully clothed.
you grunted, sitting up and crawling on all fours again. She quirked an eyebrow at you, only getting more confused when you pushed her shoulders back down. A smirk played on her lips, “you want another one baby?” But it faded slightly when she realized you weren’t crawling up, you were moving down. Her heartbeat increased when you started to undo her belt, metal buckle clinking.
“whatcha doin..?” Sevika has slept with many women, obviously- but she has yet to meet one who returns the favor. A nervous breath caught in her throat as you pulled her jeans down, looking almost sinister as you eyed the wet patch in her boxers, grinning, and then glanced up to meet her eyes.
“im a brawler, baby. My opponent can only get so many hits on me before i have to get them back.”
Sevika is positive, that was the moment she realized she would never need to be- let alone sleep with another woman ever again.
haiii!!!! Umm im pretty happy with this but im not proofreading so.. i hope you enjoyed!
please lord if you can hear me bring me a big strong woman with a big nose ASAP.
thinking david corenswet is hot is the most embarrassing reputation ruining annoying thing I could have done tbh like ohhh my god really? tall big muscles dark hair and blue eyes kind man is hot? god fucking really. are you fucking stupid I hate myself. oh you think superman is hot? fucking superman? groundbreaking type shit going on here oh my god he’s tall should we tell everyone he’s tall and his jaw is nice wow she thinks the attractive man is attractive. you and everyone else. is pizza your favorite food too. fuck you. everyone look at her she thinks SUPERMAN is hot boundaries are really being pushed over here should we get her a medal because she thinks Mr Smile is easy on the eyes. “hear me out” and it’s a fucking marching band. should we call people magazine. vanilla. I DISGUST myself. summer blockbuster. I should be killed
hi my babies!! Okay this is part two- we WILL get some tension and chitchat between sev and reader - so this might be longer! And as always
men dni. Girlkissing and punching and drinking
Synopsis!
You’re a bear. At least thats what everyone calls you. Short and strong, with wild hair and sharp, animalistic teeth- and a punch that could knock out a soldier. a whole lotta woman. Sevika works long days and longer nights, running that bar like the navy. She fuels the drunk warmth that fills the dingy place-Though she spends an equal amount of time throwing out the drunkards who overstay their welcome. She loves the work, but occasionally she’ll let Vander and Silco talk her into taking a night off.. only this time she’s met with something she’d take many nights off for.
The fight was brutal. Sevika watched, cheering with the crowd as you absolutely pummeled the competition.
at a certain point in the fight your opponent landed a punch square in your face. She watched the blood start to drip from your nose and trickle down over your lips.
And then you licked it off. Pink tongue darting out to swipe over your top lip- but you never once broke eye contact with the other fighter. She physically grunted.
why is she attracted to that?
There was a different type of rage in your punches after that. You yelled as you hit him, and she could see your sharp canines and the chip in your front tooth.
You won the fight with a swift kick to the mans chest and a sharp uppercut right to his chin. He was down immediately- Sevika honestly wasnt sure if he was getting back up. The crowd roared and jumped, the whole building felt like it shook.
But Sevika was only looking at you as she cheered. You were smiling, a big, toothy grin that made your dimples pop and your eyes almost glow.
Holy shit. As the announcer got back in the ring and lifted your winning hand, Vander leaned into her ear.
‘i need to meet this little winner- and by the looks of it so do you’
As the crowd started to filter out of the building, she could hear snippets of people’s conversations as the three followed.
They stopped in the same alleyway outside of the building and lit their cigarettes, planning to wait and congratulate you. Vander’s idea, but Sevika wasn’t opposed to it.
woah.
You were out of breath, sweat dripping down the small of your back and adrenaline still pumping in your veins while you walked back to the locker room. Your reputation proceeded you, you knew you’d win that fight. The shower water was cold, freezing over your aching muscles. You cleaned the cuts you had, and wiped the rest of the blood from your face before you took out your braids.
You gathered your stuff and changed from your wraps to an oversized hoodie, still pink, and made your way out of the side door into the alleyway.
There were three people already there, two men, one big and burly and the other spindly and sharp.
And her. You had seen her before the fight, when you were in this same alley. Tall, at least 6 feet of pure muscle, and a mechanical arm that adorned a lit cigarette. You saw her in the crowd during the fight too. You had blown her a kiss- amused at the way her eyes widened and her lips pursed.
‘Can i bum a smoke from one of you?’ You called as you approached the group. The woman smirked, and she lifted her cigarette, which you graciously took. After you took a puff- you grinned.
‘did ya like the show? How was the Bear?”
The bearded man erupted in laughter, slapping the back of the small man beside him. “You didnt disappoint lil’ lady! Thought for a second you killed that guy!” The group laughed, and you took in the way The woman’s shoulders shook and brows creased.
‘You’re impressive…” She spoke. Fuck her voice is like Molasses. Only after she stopped did you realize she was asking after your name.
you quickly introduced yourself, passing her cigarette back. She hummed lightly, acknowledging you. You watched, enthralled, as her dark eyes raked over your figure. They stopped momentarily on your hair, which you’re sure looks crazy, and your lips, which you are determined to land on her’s by the end of the night, and your pink hoodie.
“you like pink dontcha?” You chuckled knowingly at the question, it is a stark contrast from your line of work.
“its my favorite color, what can i say?” She snorted at that, and it drew another laugh out of the two men. “Do any of you know where i can get a drink this late?” You asked. The men exchanged knowing glances and the woman started to smirk.
“What a convenient question, aint it Sevika?” So thats her name. To your absolute pleasure, she revealed that they owned a bar- and that it was open late, just for ‘the champion.’
The walk to this bar wasnt long, two streets down and one over. There was casual conversation as you walked, and you were shocked that if felt like you’d known the four for much longer than 10 minutes.
Sevika walked with a hand in her pocket, tall and strong next to you. As you laughed at some of the Men’s jokes, you could feel her eyes on you again. Dark and burning through your skin.
The inside of the Bar was softly lit, lanterns and soft overhead lights flicked on. You settled into one of the barstools, dropping your duffel onto the ground next to you. The smaller man, who you learned was Silco, sat next to you and you watched as Sevika made her way behind the bar and began pouring shots. You were dazed by the sight of her big hands holding tiny shot glasses, muscles flexing as she poured. Three shots of liquor. You downed each one in turn.
You started to feel the buzz of the alcohol, and it was only intensified as Sevika took a seat next to you. The way she smelled made you dizzy. Deep and smoky, cigarettes mixed with pine and motor oil. Her deep voice rumbled in your head as she spoke.
“How long have you been fighting?” She asked. You hummed and popped a couple of bar peanuts into your mouth. “Most of my life- just started doing it for money ‘bout a year ago.” She nodded, sipping from a glass of whiskey. You watched her plump lips touch the rim of the glass and something shuddered deep in your stomach.
i mean, Sevika was feeling the same way about you. Youre here, in her bar, giggling at her sarcastic remarks and sitting so, so pretty next to her. The only thing that makes it better is that youre tiny. At least compared to her- the fact that she could pick you up with one arm and have her way makes her thighs twitch. She watches as you talk, white teeth peeking out from behind your lips, and your hands, knuckles bruised as you animate wildly. Fuck.
The night starts to dwindle down, Vander finally having his fill of beers and Silco hustling him out the door, yelling back to Sevika to lock up when she leaves.
with that, the two of you are left in the warm bar by yourselves. The tension is incredible. A tight string, taught, holding you two together. Every time the light catches your face or your thighs jiggle when you move she seems to stop breathing. Only when your conversation dies down does she ask,
“where are you staying?” You can hear the strain in her voice and you answer. She knows the place. A motel-type apartment on the east end of Zaun. She stands, grabbing her jacket and keys and gestures for you to follow. “ill take ya. Long as you dont mind the back of my bike.” Your ears flush as you nod casually and grab your bag, slinging it across your body.
Riding on the back of anyone’s bike, let alone a 6’2 wall of woman was not in your cards for tonight. But as she drives and you cling to her muscled torso, it doesnt seem like such a bad outcome. You can feel her abs through her shirt, and youre close enough to smell the lingering sweat on her clothes. How did you just meet her and already want her to ruin you?
The ride is short, but maybe she just drives fast. She parks on the street in front of your building and you peel yourself off of her leather-clad back, walking slowly backwards as she steps off of her bike. She follows you up to the doorway and after you unlock it you turn back to her.
Sevika cant be more than a few inches from you, chests just barely touching. The tension rises again, tightening around your stomach and erupting heat between your legs.
“you know..” you start, gazing up at her, “riding without a helmet is dangerous.” You give her a knowing smirk and a grin starts to grow on her face. She chuckles. “Well sweetheart,”
oh my god.
“fighting men who are twice your size is also dangerous.” You grin coyly at her. “Well good thing i know how to handle danger, hm?”
shes so close to you now. You can practically hear her heartbeat. If there’s a moment for you to invite her in, its now.
“do you.. wanna come in? I cant promise much but i have some wine..” you propose the idea, leaning forward and starting to slip your pointer fingers through her belt loops. She swallows. Hard.
“Id come in even if you didnt have any wine.” her arm is bracing the doorframe above your head and you’re just already gone. You smile, so sweetly that Sevika thinks her teeth might rot and you turn, pushing open the door and walking inside. You throw an expecting glance over your shoulder as you walk up the entry steps to your kitchen. She curses under her breath, finally breathing after basically refusing not to while you were so close.
she steps inside and follows you up the stairs, closing your front door behind her. Youre going to ruin her.
The start of this was lowkey ASS but i was trying to do 17 other things at the same time😞😞 OKAY GUYS LISTEN. LISTENNNNNN. the next part is smut. Duh. STICK AROUUUUNDDDDD. aaand also if you wanted to be added to my tag list just ask babe!
tag list: @weirdoillustrates @sevikas-whore
wlw! men dni. heaaaaavily influenced by @sapphicstrawcore (ily)
obviously there’s drinking and depictions of violence + girlkissing! (I fear this is part ONE)
synopsis!
You’re a bear. At least thats what everyone calls you. Short and strong, with wild hair and sharp, animalistic teeth- and a punch that could knock out a soldier. a whole lotta woman. Sevika works long days and longer nights, running that bar like the navy. She fuels the drunk warmth that fills the dingy place-Though she spends an equal amount of time throwing out the drunkards who overstay their welcome. She loves the work, but occasionally she’ll let Vander and Silco talk her into taking a night off.. only this time she’s met with something she’d take many nights off for.
The night was warm, late summer air hanging humid on Sevika’s shoulders while she smoked. The bar had closed for the night, two hours early on account of Vander having convinced her to come with him and Silco to Fight Night. It was a newer thing in Zaun, recently opened in a run down neighborhood that the street lights refused to touch.
The bartops had been wiped down and the neon sign shut off. Vander locked the front door, laughing heartily at a stupid quip from Silco.
Sevika exhaled the last of the cigarette smoke and crushed the butt under her boot, slinging her heavy jacket over her body and clipping it onto the shoulder of her Mech arm as she started after the two men, shaking her head at their conversation.
Vander used to Box, so she wasnt shocked when he barged in last week with a Poster announcing the opening weekend fights, insisting that they go.
‘Make an outing out of it!’ he had exclaimed.
As the three walked over cracked sidewalks and past full dumpsters, Sevika caught glimpses of the fight promotion posters in the windows of business and nailed to lampposts.
‘FIGHT NIGHT!! LOWER ZAUN, 10 PM! COME SEE THE BEAR.’
The bear. The name intrigued her, though she assumed it would be another burly, bearded man squashing a competitor who had no chance. She couldnt wait.
As they approached the location, they could feel the deep bass of rock music ringing in the air. There was a long enough line out the door that the trio were towards the back, parallel with the dark alleyway separating the club from neighboring building.
They laughed and joked as they waited, Vander retelling stories from his boxing past- 100% exaggerating them in his favor. At some point in the conversation, Sevika turned as her deep laughter slowed, looking down the alley. In the darkness she could see a person, face only illuminated by the orange glow of a cigarette. Soft features and unruly hair barely made out in the dark.
She didnt get more than a minute’s glance before the line moved up and they were at the door.
‘pay what you can’
Once they were inside, the music was instantly louder, bass pounding in her chest. Loud enough that you had to yell to be heard.
Silco shouted something about Whiskey that Sevika didnt quite hear and stalked away, hopefully to also bring her back a drink. As he left, Sevika looked around the crowd of people, eyeing the banners that displayed the same title: ‘The Bear’ every time she read the name she grew more curious- theres no face to put to it.
10-something minutes later Silco returned, sporting two Beers, a Whiskey and a Cigar. How did he manage that now? The beers were shared between her and Vander, and as they moved up, closer to the ring, the music started to quiet down and an announcer stepped into the middle. He said his thanks to the crowd for coming out to opening weekend and after he announced one of the contestants, another tall man with muscles and arm tats, the crowd grew quiet.
The Bear comes next. Anticipation flowed over everyone, Vander making a quiet remark about how, ‘He’s really playing up the stage name.’
But as the announcer started back up again, the lights illuminating the stadium turned from dark green to pink. Sevika’s brow furrowed. Pink? Interesting choice.
Then she saw them. The Bear. Or what came with them. She saw the crowd part down the middle and only grew more confused- and intrigued- at the way people’s faces changed when They walked through. As soon as the Fighter stepped into the light of the ring it clicked in her head and she felt her stomach flip.
There, in the opposing corner, was you. A short, built woman. You couldnt be taller than 5’5, chest taped down and covered in a pink wrap. She truly was in awe. The tape wrapped around your knuckles matched the pink covering your chest, and you had long, messy braids puffed out from the humidity. A dreadfully intense look was plastered on your face. Sevika took in the various scars and bruises that already tinged your skin. This wasnt new to you.
As it registered fully in her head that You were The Bear- it clicked for the rest of the crowd. The stadium erupted in cheers- there hadnt been a serious fem v. male fight in ages. Vander and Silco laughed and chortled next to Sevika, grabbing her shoulders and jostling her around.
Excitement bubbled in her chest and a toothy grin grew on her expecting face as the announcer stepped out of the ring and the countdown began. She was ready- already infatuated with you.
guys please let me cook its like 3 am and part two will get better TRUST ME!!!!! Mucho girl kissing coming i swear.
