Strawberrefariee

listen. 67 is not 69. it's not 420, or 21, or 42.

it's E.

you remember this shit?

I unfortunately haven't been reading ANY fics after I started my job , but here are two that I try to keep up with and fit your request for slow burn.

The ever famous and poetic The Phytologist's Guide to Falling in Love by @lucidmagic (BRUH YOUR TITLE IS TOO LONG JUST LIKE THE SLOW BURN!!)

little by little.

cw: dealer!ellie, cheerleader!reader, fluff, weed.

After being held back from graduating, Ellie was determined to flee this hell of a school. Instead of bothering with exams last year, she’d spent the majority of her time blazed in the janitor’s closet or tucked away beneath the bleachers on the football field. At some point, she’d wanted to go to college —  to really make something of herself. 

“I’ll never understand it Ellie, never..”

Joel would say over soggy microwaved pizza, brows furrowed. It was difficult for him to get his head around, the way that nerdy little kid with braces who wanted to be a solar scientist now spent her days in bed till three in the afternoon, blasting music from behind a locked door. That was a long shot dream, swallowed by the bullshit that only the public education system could provide.

She wasn’t sure when exactly it started falling apart, when she stopped caring — eventually, she just did.

(hurt/comfort, fluff)

sevika would never intentionally do shit that she knows would trigger you, even if she’s pissed.

slamming doors?

throwing things?

she wouldn’t dare— not when she knows you’d flinch and shut down. that your heart would speed up with anxiety, that you’d tip toe around her because you don’t want her to be mad at you.

she won’t yell at you. she refuses to raise her voice. even in arguments, she’d try and keep her voice as neutral toned as possible, and if she knows she’s getting pissed off— she’ll take a walk.

and you’re okay with it, because she always comes back. no matter how bad the argument is, no matter how angry she is at you, she’ll never leave for long.

it’s why you don’t leave.

when you get mad at her for something, you just go to your room to cool off.

because you know sevika is scared of losing you like she’s lost everyone else. the sight of you walking out that front door makes her stomach churn.

so you calm down, and talk things out.

that’s probably why you two don’t get into arguments often, because you both really don’t do anything that irks each other.

except for earlier in your relationship, when you had been together for a year and sevika wouldn’t say those 3 words.

at first, you thought it was because she just showed it- she wasn’t good with words.

but after a while you started to believe it was because she didn’t feel it.

when you’d mumble it to her before bed and she would just grunt in response. or when you left work work and gave her a kiss, saying it again only for her to nod and turn back into the apartment.

the more she didn’t say it, the worse you felt.

but then one night, you were cuddling with her on the couch- zoe, your cat, sitting on sevika’s lap, when she said it.

not to you.

“i love this little thing. always fuckin’ around with my arm.”

you froze.

what.

no, this was a ridiculous thing to get mad at— right? it was. which is why you weren’t mad. you were hurt. badly hurt. it was as if her love for this adorable kitten you two had adopted a week ago amounted more than to whatever she felt for you, enough to where she SAID it.

she was confused when you pulled away from her, standing without a word as you walked to your shared room, locking the door behind you.

sevika watched, not wanting to stand as the kitten had fallen asleep. “babe? what— what’s wrong? why’d you leave?” she called out.

you didn’t say anything, feeling both embarrassed that you were jealous of a cat and hurt that she said she loved it.

“hey- come on. talk to me.”

“no.”

“y/n.”

“no! you— just no.”

sevika sighed and set the kitten on a pillow, then walked over to the door, knocking on it.

“can we talk about why you just left?”

“…you’ll think it’s dumb.”

“nothing about you is dumb, love. just talk to me.”

you bottom lip trembled as you sniffled, your face curling as you tried not to cry.

“why can’t you say it?”

“…say what?”

“that you love me! we’ve been together for a year, sevika. and i haven’t said anything because i know you and i know you aren’t good about this shit but it fucking hurts when you say it to the damn cat but for some reason you can’t fucking say it to me!”

and now that you’ve said it out loud, you’re only more embarrassed, which makes you bury your face into your hands, sobbing quietly.

now, sevika sees herself as a relatively logical person. someone who thinks through things before she does them.

except for when it comes to you- because when she hears you crying, she uses her mech arm to push the door in, breaking the lock.

and the hinges.

you look up, and sevika’s heart tightens. god, you just looked so…sad.

she sits beside you and cups your face, watching as you try to stop crying— but you just can’t. because it really fucking hurts. and you’d been bottling it up for so long it was just pouring out of you.

so now your face was buried into her shoulder as you sobbed, loud and ugly. as if someone died. you were crying from your gut, so hard your throat began to hurt.

because sevika said she loved a cat.

of course, there was more context to it- but that’s all you could think about. and the embarrassment only made you cry harder.

sevika held you as tight as possible. she knew it was what you needed.

“y/n— baby, breathe for me, okay? i want to talk to you but i need you to be here with me.”

you nodded, taking deep breaths as you finally calmed down.

she just rubbed your back, holding you close as she gave you a bit more time.

“…i’m sorry. i didn’t…i wasn’t aware i was hurting you this much.”

you nodded, your hand tightening its grip on her shirt.

“i know. it just…it doesn’t feel good that you just won’t say it to me. and i thought it was because it was hard for you so i didn’t say anything— but then you just say it to the fucking cat! like-” you hiccuped, sniffling. “what the fuck?”

“shit, baby…i…”

“i mean—” you sit up, pulling back to look at her. “is it that you can’t say it, or that you don’t feel it?”

her silence was deafening, and you stood up, covering your mouth— “oh my god- oh my god!”

“no! no-” she stood up, grabbing your arms so that you’d listen to her.

“i love you- of course i fucking love you! i love you so much it scares me, y/n. okay?! it…it’s scary and i don’t know what to do with it because i’m never scared and what i feel for you…it fucking scares me. i don’t say it— i’ve never said it because i feel like the second i do it becomes something new, it changes things. but please, please don’t ever think i don’t love you.”

you were quiet.

frozen.

“…well why didn’t you just say that?”

sevika laughed, pulling you close. “i’m sorry…and no i don’t love the cat more than you.”

“i never—!”

———————

Sevika x Reader ; soft Sevika ; she's a biiig baby ; and very grumpy ; Reader is a bully ; Sevika is the victim ; took this from a TikTok ; teheh .

in which Sevika loves to be pampered, except when her girlfriend exposes her

"Are you my baby?" Your voice is sweet, high-pitched, like the one you use with babies. Sevika is in your arms, her face in the crook of your neck, and you're lying in your bed, snuggled together.

Cute, right?

Sevika has had a long day at work, stressful customers, cars that don't want to be fixed, and colleagues who won't leave her alone. So, when she gets home, the only thing she wants is to be with her beloved girlfriend, and get babyed a little.

“mhmh, your baby,” she replies, her voice muffled by your neck, eyes closed and a smile on her usual gruff face. “gonna stay here for like, forever” she continues, nuzzling you.

She's ridiculously adorable. Your heart sinks when you see her like this, a real big baby. You stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and she clings even closer to you, one leg clinging to your hip, her hands clasped to yours.

It's hard to resist, especially when you don't see this side of her often. Silently, you pull out your phone, wanting to record this adorably awkward moment. "Shh, Vika, you're adorable, you know? A real big big baby." you mutter to her, barely managing to hold back your laughter.

She simply cuddles up to you, leaning in to kiss your neck, your cheek. "Yup, I'm your baby, and you─you like mommy a very very hot and cute mommy and─" fuck.

Sevika notices your phone, notices how you're recording her, and the smile she was previously smiling turns into a pout, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she pulls away from you as if you were burning her. "Hey! the fuck are you doing?"

You burst out laughing, not stopping the recording. "Vika! You're adorable! Are you coming here? Are you coming to Mommy?" you make fun of her, even though there is no real malice in your voice. She huffs, getting out of bed and pacing around the room.

"pfft? mommy? What the fuck are you talking about? You're hearing things! You're crazy, crazy!" she continues to babble, looking at you and pointing her finger at you, then pointing at the camera. "and turn off that shitty phone! You're being unfair!"

God, this is hilarious!

"Owh, you were just so cute, all cuddly and baby! Why don't you want to come cuddle again?" you keep laughing, then put the phone away before she gets really angry. "Okay okay, put it away, see? Come on, Vika, come back here!"

But Sevika is sulking, Arms crossed and a pout on her lips. "Do you know you're a bitch?" she says, giving you a dirty look. "Delete the video. Delete it or I'll make you pay." But you just laugh, shaking your head.

Kneeling on the bed and reaching out, you pull her to you, wrapping your arms around her. "Aww, big baby, stop that now. I'll keep the video only in case of extreme necessity, I promise" you tell her, kissing her forehead and you hear her sigh with relief

"and when I want to remember how lovely you are" She huffs, shaking her head and hugging you tightly, closing her eyes and relaxing again.

"fucking brat"

reeeally rushed and short, i know:(( but i wanted to post some Sevika fluff and there was this TikTok of a guy being pampered and babied by her gf, she was registering him and when i found out he got so mad, i just couldn't not make this about Sevika🙏

well, i hope you like it<3