casanova | selever + mfm oneshots

softie // selever

aNOTHER ONE FOR NO ACC HOMIE

yes selever thinks reader is v soft :)

it's saturday and idk why i'm just

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also kinda short bc i have to rush on some last minute hw that was due last night 🤡😩🤚

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the two of you were helping out in the church as the whole place shook from ruv's loudass singing voice.

"how long is this gonna fucking be, every time i sweep up some dust, more comes from the fucking ceiling," you whined, slouching to the floor.

"he should be done in a while, and if he wins against roachy, maybe sarv will give him a reward," selever menacingly grinned. "then it'll be peace and quiet. for a while."

"selever, that's fucking disgusting," you covered your eyes, banging your head on the wall next to you.

from how you act in front of new people, people would assume you were just like sarvente. kind, soft, and very cute. which is true, except for the soft and kind. you like to consider yourself very cute though. (there r no buts)

the rumbling stopped, and you waited a few minutes on the floor to see if it just wasn't the blue haired boy's turn. when no other noise occurred, you finally got up, glad you can finish sweeping up the dust.

"y'know, none of us have ever beaten that fucking shrimp. i don't get it, he's not that good," selever said after a while of silent cleaning.

"i bet i could beat him," you threw the dust you collected in the nearby trashcan.

"with what? a fucking lullaby?" selever teased.

"sure, if that's what you think," you tossed the cleaning supplies back into the bin and put them into a cabinet.

"i've never heard you sing before," selever was using his big brain skills now.

"you never asked," you replied, starting to go into the main area where sarv and ruv were, but had already left.

"then you wanna battle? whoever wins gets to whatever they want with the loser," selever smirked. (ic your imagination bro)

"then bet, you're gonna lose."

"yeah sure, shortass."

you both took the microphones still laying on the ground, and selever started with casanova (something about writing this makes me feel wack)

you waited until he was done, and selever smirked at you again.

"you gonna put me to sleep?"

"you wish," you said as your song started.

it seemed really calm at first, until the song actually started and the guitar and drums started playing. selever's eyes went wide as you yelled loudly into the mic, rock music blaring behind you.

"what the fu-" selever gaped, his mindset that you were a softie going away. you were easily as loud as ruv using his 'inside voice', but sarv and ruv came in to see the commotion, stopping in their tracks too once they saw who was singing.

the song went on for a while, you internally wheezing at selever's reaction, and once it finished, you handed him the mic.

"so, how do you feel about that bet?"

"i think that you shouldn't wear pastel colors anymore. it's like fake advertising." selever still looked surprised at the fact that you could sing to rock music and it wasn't like sarv's parish.

ruv and sarv came over, and sarv started talking about how you should get bf and gf to join the church, as they were still in the bathroom.

"well, one try wouldn't hurt," you shrugged. "and also, sel, don't think i forgot about the bet."

selever noticeably sulked and groaned loudly.

"can we at least get your nails painted black?"

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mixed feelings about this one i didn't rlly like the second half-

but i hope u like this :0

also to the person who did a req i'll b on yours soon :)))) might take 20-ish minutes depending on if im gonna keep stalling on my hw

but bro these uploads :lipbite:

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