SUB SEVIKA HCS, SUB SEVIKA HCS, SUB SEVIKA HCS, SUB SEVIKA HCS, SUB SEVIKA HCS, SUB-

Yeah Sevika’s hot but don’t you guys think she’s also cute? Like whenever her eyes widen when she’s surprise UGHHH SHE’S ADORABLE😩❤️

i’m not dead, just deteriorating

please have this gay shit

Sevika x Artist!Fem!Reader

this shit is so soft, it was supposed to be smut but i love the way it ended

sum: a gradual realization of love

an: this shit is not proofread

wc: 800 (im slacking, sorry guys 😓)

warnings: One smoke of ouid, slightly ooc sev, this takes place when jinx is like,, 13, sevika hates herself, jinx is sad, intense imagery, (is that a warning?)

“So this is my place.” You hummed softly, flipping a switch that made the room buzz with yellow and dying light. The apartment was small, more of a nook really. Cluttered with canvas and towels, one wall was swallowed by a bookshelf, its wood bulging under the weight of chewed up books; The adjacent was a mosaic of frames, each holding their own small world. Some parts were bare, the wall a pale preservation of the once topaz painted brick, now only a skimpy eye-sore begging to be concealed. ”Please ignore the mess,” your hands busied themselves with clearing the kitchenette counter of paints and brushes left to dry. “I swear I cleaned the place last week.”

Sevika stood astonished, never in her life had she felt so small; But now, engulfed in everything you are, she was weak.

“Don’t worry about it,” she smirked, “I think it’s beautiful.”

Sevika often found herself back in your home. It was a breath of fresh air compared to her own barron hammock. She’d found herself there, not only in her visits, but also in her mind. She found herself longing for the scent of your incense, the beat of your brush, the burn of your body. Angry at night when the rough cotton of her blankets could never compare to the itch of your hair and the weight of your limp arms. Always feeling out her skin, and loving her the way an empty cot never could. Angry that she could never amount to your love. She slept angry until your soul reached her on the clouds of her dreams, whispering sweet nothings into her ears miles above the hell you both burned in. But it was never you that woke her.

“You’re acting stupid.” Jinx giggled, coloring sloppy lines across the words of her schoolbook. She was laying on the floor, kicking her bootless feet too and fro to the beat of Sevika’s growl.

“Shut up, do your work.” Sevika turned back to her arm, only to find a screw gone from her workstation.

“Is it a boy?” The girl was standing now, holding out a chalked up hand and one bronze screw. Sevika only met her eyes and scoffed before snatching it out of Jinx's palm. “Its a girl!” Another nasty, deserved look. Jinx’s eyes grew and her snaggle teeth flashed, “You’re just like my sister! One time, she snuck a girl into our room and when Va-“ her face dropped, but she recovered. “Well she got into a lot of trouble.” that made Sevika smile, a soft chuckle tumbling past her lips.

Sevika never took you to The Last Drop, or The Gardens. When she took you places, it was never public, it was serene and honest. She loved the way your skin glowed under neon lights, the way your eyes reflected the stars. She swore one day, she was going to make sure you never lost sight of the stars, whether she was there beside you or not.

“I’m gonna make you a new arm one day.” you spoke in breaths, shifting closer against her body. “One so beautiful and reflective of who you are you will never be scared to love yourself.” You were spewing bullshit, syrup slipping off your tounge, so why did she believe you? why were those the exact words she needed to hear, and why did you know how to say them? When would she wake up not scared to hear your poetry?

“You’re not a mechanic, hun.” she huffed, wasting the pull she just took off a blunt, before handing it to you.

“I know,” you sounded ashamed, as if your talents weren’t advanced enough, “But i’ve met a few around The Picket, one man specializes in weaponry prosthetics-“

“Andy, I’ve met him.”

“Yes! isn't he amazing? And there’s a young boy there too sometimes, he sells trinkets, but he's very skilled, odd though.” you reached to your satchel, “Last time I spoke to him, he was working on a new metal, isn’t that fascinating? He claims it's bullet proof.” You pull out a chunk of dirty metal, barely the size of your palm, and present it to her. It was matte and dark grey, but light and firm. “That’s not its natural color. I, well, I asked if we could dye it to match your eyes.”

“My eyes?” She didn’t exactly respond with coy, like she usually would, her lips did not curl, nor did her eyes squint, she looked upon you filled with nothing but awe.

“People don’t love them enough.” You stated as if it was normal.

And the stars were covered, replaced by the white fire of Sevika’s lips on yours, the comforting black of your eyelids.

“I only need you.” she choked back tears, “I’ve only ever needed you.”

Hey! I was wondering if you could write something about (y/n) being slightly stronger than the average person but she doesn’t look like it lol Like Luisa finds outs about (y/n) strength and finds more of a reason to just fall for (y/n). I’ve just been loving your Luisa x reader posts <3

Let’s go!

You had already been fortunate enough to catch the eye of the strongest (and prettiest, in your opinion) of the Madrigals. She sought you out regularly because of your knowledge in various spa, and relaxation techniques, as well as, in her words, “being nice company”. Well, far be it from you to ever reject that.

You had coaxed her into letting you take care of her feet after a week of somewhat obvious discomfort. She sat, her feet in a bucket of hot water as you worked with a little aromatherapy, to try to get the rest of her to relax as well. You rubber her neck and shoulders gently, not truly massaging.

“Oh what now!?” You grumbled at a knock at the door. “Stay right there, I’ll be back.” You promised before leaving her side. She hummed in response.

“The fire wood you requested.” Señor Lopez said, doffing his hat respectfully.

“Thank you so much. Was the payment earlier sufficient!”

“Yes! Would you like me to bring it in-“

“Oh, no thank you, I’ve got it.” You said cheerfully, grabbing firewood in one hand and hauling it inside. “Have a nice day!”

“You as well.” He said before turning to leave. You shut the door and turned to see Luisa half way standing and staring at you with a sort of shocked and love struck expression.

“Sit!” You commanded playfully, before walking to the usual spot for the fire wood, and setting the cord down. You turned back to your still awestruck client. “What?” You asked.

“You-how did you-by yourself?” She trailed off.

“I’m a masseuse, remember? I have to be strong to get the knots out of people.” She blinked.

“Marry me?” You laughed at her request, and walked back to your aromatherapy supplies.

“Take me out first. I have a no marriage before the first date policy.” You joked.

“Are you busy tomorrow night?”

“Not particularly.” You said, kneeling before her and guiding one of her feet out of the water.

“Will you have dinner with me?” She requested softly.

“I would love to.

strawberry picking date 🍓💖

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Luisa loves you! ❤️

so i learned about comp het...

Hello hello lovely <3 I recently fell in love with your writing especially the way you write hcs! I really liked the one with the girlss comforting you about your insecurities. Could you do one the opposite way? Where you comfort them about THEIR insecurities? (Especially Vi and those scars. Omg my baby.) Definitely fluffy, maybe spicy if you're feeling it.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 - 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, (Bonus!) Jinx 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Angsty Fluff, Cursing?, Scars, Talk of past trauma

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Still getting my blog together so if some things change don't mind that. Thank you for the request lovely <3

☼ 𝐕𝐢 - Poor baby. She's been through a lot in her life. Her parents, Vander, Mylo, Claggor, losing her idea of her sister. She's very insecure about the scars that run down her back. Most from prison, especially the ones on her face.

The one on her lip and the one above her eyebrow are ones she really hates. Because you can see them. She pretends it doesn't bother her but man does she wish they weren't there. She wished you couldn't seem them, but the love in your eyes when you look at her is enough for her to feel better.

Vi completely breaks when you run your fingers along them. Especially when she's sitting with her back exposed to you. And she feels your fingers just softly tracing them without her even saying anything. And she doesn't say anything after either. She can't bring herself to, she doesn't want to ruin the moment.

But only if you guys are close, she wouldn't let anyone else touch her like that but you. Might even cry, she just feels so safe with you. You're her home now. So when you kiss the two scars on her face each night before bed, she melts. She's yours, so you better not break her heart.

☼ 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 - Caitlyn comes off very confident. But she's got her insecurities. Especially in her abilities as an enforcer. Most see her as stuck up, which you and her both know she can sometimes come off as. But she's a good person, she never means it.

Caitlyn just needs you to tell her how she sounds. But the enforcers see her as someone who only got the job because of her parents. And it makes her feel that way as well even though she's very passionate at what she does.

She gets really upset about this, she'll talk to you about it while you both lay in bed. Caitlyn loves listening to you tell her how good she's doing. Not many people do. So hearing you, of all people, telling her she's doing a good job. It's something that she cherishes.

☼ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 - Sevika is very insecure, and very similar to Vi in this department. Her arm. It's her worst enemy. She lost it because of her passion for her cause but she wished she didn't have to lose it. Sevika wishes she could've shown her devotion a different way.

But if anyone knows you can't change the past, it's her. You always make sure to hold her metal hand just as much as her flesh and blood hand, even if she can't feel it. You know she's watching, and you know she appreciates it even if she doesn't say it.

Her favorite thing is waking up in the morning and you already being awake. Tracing those little lines on her face that she despises because it makes them a little more bearable.

Sevika would kill to feel your little touches on her skin every minute of everyday. She hates the scars that cover her body, from her legs to her face. The one one her stomach. She can't look at any of them for long. But you, you trace them over and over as if they're art. And that makes her hate them a little bit less.

☼ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱 - She less insecure about her physical scars. It's her mental scars that terrorize her. Her childhood along with the death that plagued it. Her episodes of anger and hearing voices, she's terrified she'll hurt you. And she hates having to look at you after them, because she's scared of what she'll see.

But every time she does look, it's never fear or anger in your eyes. It's always worry, worry and love. You love her, and you want to make sure she's okay. Jinx usually doesn't hear the voices when you're around, they usually are away. Locked up in a box. But on occasion when they come out. You're always there for her.

She loves holding you, feeling your arms around her letting her cry into you. Or leaning her entire body back on you, her head resting beside yours on your shoulder. She'll just lay there, listening to your breathing or what you're saying. Because you don't leave and you never get mad at her.

You don't see Jinx as anyone else does. You see her as she wants to be seen. Like Vi, you're Jinx's safe space, you're her home. Your the person she trusts to go to when her mind isn't safe to be. Because you'd never judge her, and that is something Jinx holds onto.

And so help you God if you ever break her heart. Not that you ever would. You love her just as much as she loves you.

A/n: This made me kinda sad ngl also tmrw it friday and I am so excited because I'll feel less dead to the writing world

don’t think about Luisa and her scientist s/o

don’t think about the way you squeaked like a mouse when Luisa startled you after picking up the bridge while you were on it. don’t think about how she sheepishly apologized afterwards, holding a hand out to you, an unfamiliar person in the Encanto. don’t think about the way you’re is always carrying a journal around with you and jotting things down. don’t think about how you get so excited talking about herbs and their uses and Luisa notices the way your eyes light up for the first time.

don’t think about how you use alchemy to help Luisa whenever she’s doing chores. don’t think about how your family ships you both hardcore. don’t think about the fact that Luisa spotted a sketch of her in your journal and your only excuse for it was a nervously, babbled “you’re just so pretty” as you bury your face into your hands. don’t think about the cute apron that you wear when working, stained here and there and loaded with vials and herbs.

don’t think about the way you wake up to another day in each other’s arms, Luisa kissing her your hand and you peppering kisses across her face. don’t think about the way you nervously fumble with your hands when Luisa takes you meet her family. don’t think about the different reactions all the Madrigals have—from Julietta and Augustin pulling you into a hug to Camilo and Mirabel teasing Luisa relentlessly to Alma studying you curiously yet offering you a warm smile. don’t think about the way Antonio’s face lights up when you kneel down to give him a present that your sister invented. don’t think about how Luisa smiles at you when you laugh and joke around with her family, settling in relatively well.

don’t think about the late night conversations about your future together—dreams stretching well beyond marriage and kids—imagining mornings and late nights;the moments you’d share with her crazy family, especially after they meet yours; the work you’d dedicate to the town not just as member of the madrigal family but as a scientist; dancing together during madrigal celebrations;

don’t think about Luisa and her scientist s/o—but especially don’t think about she gushes over you and brags to others about how amazing you are. don’t think about the way you braid her hair. don’t think about the way she gathers you in her arms. don’t think about the fact that you never would’ve realized on day one just how she tethered you to the Encanto.

don’t think about it👀👀👀

if you could interpret this gif into luisa just getting mega snuggled by the reader <33

Absolutely!

Pepa had, unfortunately, done quite a bit of ‘letting it go’ over the past week during some hard conversations with Abuela. The conversation’s needed to happen, no two ways about it. But being soaked after less than ten minutes outside wasn’t fun either.

You had insisted on following Luisa through her day, helping in whatever way you could with the various chores. One thing you were adept at was clearing the drains in the streets of debris like sticks and some errant pieces of clothing so that the water would drain more effectively. By the time you had gotten home the cold was starting to seep in and your body was starting to stiffen.

You insisted that Luisa get a bath first, effectively hiding how cold you were getting. She argued for a minute, but eventually let you nudge her toward the bathroom. You stood in the middle of her redecorated room. There was still the training course and the weights for her workouts, but her bed was newly covered with an abundance of pink and purple bedding. Her closet had been repainted from a grey color to purple with pink accents. You admired the amount of work it had taken to make her room better when you felt a set of lips brush your clammy face.

“Your turn.” She said, pushing you to the bathroom. You stood for a long time letting the hot water wash away the cold, or most of it anyway, before drying off and pulling on new clothes. Luisa lay back on her bed, book in hand. You smiled and grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed, wrapping it around yourself before resting your head on her chest.

“What are you reading?” You asked, humming softly as one of her hands started to play with your hair.

“Collection of myths from India.” Luisa said, glancing down at your face. Her brows furrowed in concern. “Are you still cold?”

“No.” You said. And then you shivered.

“No, you’re not cold, you’re freezing?” Luisa asked, a little bit of sarcasm in her tone. She shook her head and put her book to the side. She lifted you onto her chest, her arms resting on top of you. You snuggled into her warmth, sighing softly.

“Better?” She asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Mmhmm.” You said, starting to feel a little sleepy.

“D’you want me to read to you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“As you wish.” She whispered, before picking her book up and starting at the beginning.

Clingy Luisa x reader pls

Clingy Luisa x reader

Luisa is very very touch starved and love starved and when you showed her the love and affection she deserves, she melted.

Luisa wanted your attention 24/7 and you were willing to give it to her.

Cuddles are Luisa’s favourite, she gets to hold you and you’re all snuggled into her.

Hugs are just as amazing. Luisa lifts you off the ground and holds you tightly and spins you around, expect at least 300 hugs a day.

When Luisa has chores, she wants you to hang out with her, you do and it’s memorizing seeing her lift so many heavy things.

Sometimes Luisa juggles heavy objects to make you blush.

After every chore Luisa hugs you and gives you kisses.

Whenever Luisa is walking around town, she holds your hand and pulls you close to her.

After Luisa is done her chores, she picks you up and carry’s you back to her room for some well deserved snuggles.

Or you two will go swimming together or go on walks on the beach.

Whenever Luisa has a shower she wants you to join her sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t.

You do have friends and you still hang out with them. As much as you love spending time with Luisa, you love hanging out with your friends too.

Luisa knows she can’t be possessive over you because she’s scared you’ll leave, she encourages you to.

Though Luisa worries a lot, did you bring a knife? Did you have enough to eat?

When you get home, Luisa gives you a bone crushing hug and is super needy after that.

Luisa makes out with you for hours.

She just can’t get enough of you.

Luisa holds you tightly all night and rolls over on top of you.

You don’t wake her up and instead you play with her hair, you’re able to breathe and you love your Luisa blanket keeping you safe and warm.

Luisa hates waking up because she doesn’t want to let go of you, she just wants to hold you all day.

There’s some days where she just takes the day off and spends it cuddling you. Giving you kisses and holding your hand and playing with your hair.

Luisa needs you, you make her happy, you make her feel special and needed.

You loved her clinginess.