Yve

cw: suggestive but no mentions of sex

𓌉◯𓇋 chef!sevika, who favors you over everyone. she thinks she’s being so subtle about it, but its obvious. she never gives anyone else free baskets of fries, sneaky looks, and random touches. the other waitresses complain, but she always gives them a firm “no” whenever they ask for fries.

𓌉◯𓇋 chef!sevika, who always gives you a little piece of dessert when you’re closing. it’s always the chocolate cake with ice cream, knowing that one was your favorite. she always smiles while making it too, excited to make you happy and to see you light up.

𓌉◯𓇋 chef!sevika, who makes you join her on breaks. if she’s on break, so are you. most of the time, you both are outside, chatting about mindless things while she smokes a cigarette. sometimes, her free hand find your waist, tugging you a little closer. other times, you find yourself in the walk-in refrigerator with her, making out. that damn uniform you wear turns her on, she can’t help but pull you onto her lap while her hand finds itself under your skirt..

𓌉◯𓇋 chef!sevika, who’s QUICK to curse someone out for yelling at her baby. if you ever walking inside of the kitchen, crying to her about how someone yells at you, she’ll storm out and find that person who made you cry, not giving a fuck if her food burns. after causing a whole scene in the restaurant and kicking the guy out, she’ll hug you close, kissing the top of your head. “you’re okay, baby. go, get back to work.”

this was inspired by @x_bugaboo_x on tt, kinda short today but i might write another one later!

Sevbob w a side of buns.

PAIRING: Sevika x Reader NOTES: This is lowkey just soft sevika..but whatever. Also, English is not my first language! i'm so sorry if it's a bit bland, or if there's a few grammatical errors, but please remember i'm trying my hardest! also, youre always welcome to send requests! i can't really stop you from reading anything..so if you're a minor, just please don't interact with me. This is lowkey kinda butt feel free to throw tomatoes at me sigh….. WARNINGS: none! pure fluff.

── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika 🍼 ̟

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: it’s sevika’s first time taking your baby girl to get vaccinated, and she’s really nervous. 🍼 ̟

── ⟡ ˙ cw: modern!au, fluff, slice of life, soft!sevika, family fluffy. 🍼 ̟

“you sure there isn’t an oral vaccine? wouldn’t that be easier?” sevika’s worried and serious voice asked again.

it was the first time she was accompanying you and your daughter to get vaccinated—aside from the vaccines of her birth—, not because she didn’t want to, obviously. if it were up to sevika, she wouldn’t leave your side for a second. the problem was that her work schedule always clashed with the vaccination dates.

now, for the first time, when your little girl had just turned one year old and needed her first vaccine, she was free.

throughout the journey and up to that point, sevika hadn’t uttered a word, but it was clear and obvious in her body language and expression how worried and anxious she was.

and now the three of you were waiting outside for amaira’s turn, your little girl.

“yes, i’m sure. already checked.” you confirmed again, holding back a laugh as sevika scoffed softly as if refusing to accept that there wasn’t a painless method for her little one. “don’t worry, it’ll pass so quickly that—”

you were interrupted by the loud, sharp sound of a baby’s scream, followed by a crying. it came from inside the room where the vaccinations were administered.

the shock was so sudden that even amaira, who was distracted in your arms sucking on her pacifier and playing with sevika’s metallic fingers, let go of her mother’s hand and looked around with wide gray eyes, searching for where the sound had come from, sucking on her pacifier harder to calm herself.

well, now any argument you had to calm your wife was out the window.

“you were saying…?” she murmured.

the door to the children’s vaccination room opened, and now you could hear the baby’s muffled, slightly calmer cries more clearly.

he was in his father’s arms; a tall, muscular man. and despite his strong physique, tears streamed down his face as he held the little boy close, saying, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. daddy’s sorry, okay? i love you,” while sobbing along with his son.

you two watched him with wide eyes until he turned the corner, not knowing what to say or how to react. you held onto amaira a little tighter without even realizing it.

this was an experience you had been through many times; you should be used to it. but nothing helped when you remembered some parents commenting on how the one-year vaccinations were the most painful.

after the nurse allowed you to go in, you managed to calm down a bit, but sevika? she looked like she was about to explode.

furrowed brows, rigid posture, arms crossed tightly against her chest, jaw clenched, and shifting her weight impatiently from one leg to the other. she was right behind you, who was sitting in a chair holding amaira and waiting for the nurse to sterilize a new needle.

amaira, who so innocently looked around the room, enchanted by the various colorful drawings on the walls. sevika didn’t take her eyes off her for a minute, controlling herself to avoid picking her up and taking her away.

“okay, let’s go,” the nurse murmured, turning to you three.

you adjusted amaira in your arms, positioning her sideways so that one arm could hold her there, and using the other to stretch her chubby leg.

“hey, you’re so pretty, aren’t you?” the nurse said in a sweet voice, trying to distract her as much as possible.

amaira made a curious sound, as if answering her, too busy noticing the mask on the woman’s face to perceive the coldness the alcohol-soaked cotton ball caused on her thigh. she turned her head towards sevika, as if seeking reassurance that the person with the covered face was safe.

usually, amaira was very active and noisy, but outside, she tended to be quiet and always sought reassurance from her mothers.

sevika did her best to remove the worried frown from her face, giving her daughter a small smile, trying to convey some security and comfort that she herself wasn’t feeling. god, was she being dramatic? her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. was this how you felt during these months?

it was in this brief moment of distraction between them that the nurse inserted the needle for the injection.

amaira paused for a second, still focusing on sevika for a few moments, until her little face contorted into a grimace of pain. her mouth, with only two newly erupted bottom teeth, opened to a slow, heartfelt cry, causing her pacifier to fall as tears rolled down her tightly closed eyes.

sevika almost panicked. her body jerked slightly forward, her brain automatically thinking about take amaira in her arms and calm her down. however, she stopped herself instantly, knowing that this would probably only make her cry more.

oh, she never thought she could be so distressed and nervous again, not since amaira’s birth, or not since she fell off the sofa. but it seems she can always outdo herself.

amaira continued to cry, clinging tightly to you while the nurse murmured that she was finished and placed the bandage on the puncture wound.

“what a good girl. she’s the first girl today who hasn’t tried to bite me.” the nurse chuckled, and you did along, adjusting amaira so she rested her little face on your shoulder, still crying.

the nurse gave her a teddy bear as a gift for her good behavior, signed something in her vaccination booklet, and you were all free so the next baby could be called.

as soon as you were outside, you noticed how quiet sevika was. not a comment, not a question, not even a conversation with amaira. nothing. you glanced to the side and stopped walking the instant you saw her face.

she still had a frown, but now it was from the effort of not shedding the tears that had accumulated in her gray eyes. in her left hand she held the vaccination booklet, reading the dates of previous and upcoming vaccines as if they were her deadliest enemies. her right hand gripped the strap of amaira’s bag tightly.

now you didn’t know whether to calm amaira or sevika.

“honey, are you okay?”

“give her to me.”

“ah, okay.”

you handed the little one to her and picked up the booklet, letting out a sweet, amused giggle when amaira immediately grabbed sevika’s neck and snuggled against her, crying more quietly but still sobbing.

“shhh, it’s okay, baby girl. it’s over, okay? it’s over. mommy’s here. shhh.”

amaira calmed down a bit, which was surprising since whenever she cried, you had to soothe her or she would cry even more when sevika came to comfort her.

then, outside, while you waited for the ride home, amaira was already calm, just sobbing and sniffling with her chubby little face resting on sevika’s right shoulder. the pacifier was back in her mouth as she held the teddy bear, observing the movement around her.

you stood in front of sevika and wiped the corner of her eyes, which were still moist from unshed tears, leaning in to leave a kiss on her cheek and one on her lips.

she let out a weak sigh.

“i hated that. it was awful.”

“i know. shall we get some ice cream? i think it’s not just amaira who deserves a reward for behaving.”

-Dolled up-

I LOVE SEVIKA WEARING DRESSES RAAAAH (≧▽≦)/

sevika with CRAZZZYYYYYYY V-LINE please please please please please please please

i’ll do anything

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