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synopsis: sevika and you are official, so why is she worrying so much and being so insecure? luckily, you’re able to take her mind off her concerns and make her smile.

pairing: older!loser!sevika x younger!fem!reader

tags: fluff, little bit of flirting, sevika is down bad, sevika is a dork

a/n: previous part here!! i was smiling the entire time i was writing this soooo enjoy!! taglist open

to say sevika was insecure was an understatement. not that she was insecure in your guys’ newly formed relationship, but insecure in herself. what if you found someone else? younger, more beautiful, smaller, a man?! she can’t stop thinking about it. it goes away when you lay next to her, watching whatever crappy show you put on the tv. or when she’s cooking you dinner, watching you groan over the taste with delight.

but when she scrolls through your posts on instagram, which she only downloaded for you, and sees your big cheesy smile with all your friends…it makes her think maybe she’s not as fun as them. she doesn’t get some of the things you say or do, your slang, hell sometimes her body hurts too much to go out and shop with you.

when she visits your apartment one afternoon, immediately slapped in the face with you blabbering about some trend she doesn’t know, her expression falls. of course you notice immediately. you glare up at her as she avoids your eyes, moving your head into her line of sight so she has to address you.

she sighs, folding under zero pressure. just that intense, bossy look in your eyes. “look it’s nothing, ‘kay? just me being too worried. i just think, sometimes, you’d be better off with someone your own age. or without me. i just feel like i drag you down sometimes. like im not as pretty, or fun as people your age.” she huffs, crossing her arms and staring back into your dumbfounded eyes.

“sevika! no!” you exclaim after picking your jaw up off the floor. “that’s not true at all i promise you.”

“i just don’t believe it. you’re out of my league, in more ways than one.”

“nope, none of that. what? you don’t feel hip enough? not pretty enough? nonsense.” you grumble, grabbing her hand and already tugging her towards your room.

after forcing her to sit down with you, you drag a basket out from under your bed. it contains nail polish, gems, brushes, you name it.

“the hell is this?” sevika questions, shutting up quickly when you press a finger to her lips.

“shush. pick a color, i’m gonna paint them. i love doing my nails and getting them done, it makes me feel nice. same with my hair, and doing all my skincare.” you explain while she looks into the basket, digging through the small glass bottles before pulling out a deep red color.

“so you’re gonna do mine?” she questions, handing you the bottle.

you nod and grab her hand, shaking the bottle of nail polish before opening it and gently spreading the thick mixture on her thumb. you go through all her fingers before moving to the next hand.

“do you want a design on them?” you question in a murmur, focused on not getting any of the polish on sevika’s deep skin.

she thinks for a little bit, watching you before stating her idea. “you shout put a heart on my middle finger, so when i flip people off that’s what they see.”

you snort and glance up at her with a raised eyebrow. “isn’t the whole point of a middle finger to be rude?”

“yeah but i really only flip you off when you push my buttons.” she shrugs. “so then when i do, you’ll know it’s good hearted.”

“you’re such a dork. but fine, i will.” you relent, looking up at her before finishing up her nails and grabbing a brush and a different color to do the heart.

you put the heart on her middle fingers just as she asked, pulling away and holding her own hand up for her to see when your done. she smiles when she sees them, but her attention is quickly snatched by you when you stand up and walk into your bathroom. coming back out with your hands full.

“whats that?” she hums, looking into your lap as you sit down.

“face masks, lotions, serums. the whole sha-bang.” you answer, grabbing the sheet masks you’ve brought and holding them up. they’re both based off animals.

“you can have the panda one, and i’ll have the cat one.” you state, going to hand one to her but realizing her nails are still drying. “huh. guess i’ll put it on for you.”

you scoot closer, rip open the package and pull the wet sheet out. you unfold it and tilt her head back, lining it up so it fits right and resting it against her skin. she jumps at how cold it is, but doesn’t protest. she shuts her eyes when she realizes you’re hovering over her, inches from her face. so close she can feel your breath against her skin, hear your focused huffs.

once it’s placed on her skin, you sit back on your heels and open your own. placing it on your face and looking back at her.

“how do i look, sev?” you say, putting your hands under your head and posing like an ancient greek statue.

“ridiculous. how do i look?” she answers while grinning, doing a pose similar to you.

“you look…nothing like a panda. these masks aren’t very accurate.” you grumble, snatching the packaging off the ground and looking at it before scowling and tossing the packaging away.

“what did you expect, baby? that we’d look like we should be in a zoo?” she chortles, turning her head as you walk on your knees to be behind her.

“well for the price i payed, hell yeah” you criticize.

you run your fingers through her hair, a tender smile gracing your lips as she tilts her head back like a dog wanting more.

“i’m gonna braid your hair, and then tomorrow when you take them out your hair will be all wavy. even prettier than usual.” you explain, your mouth right near her ear. you notice how her hands grab onto her thighs, and just to tease her you poke her cheek and laugh. you sit up straight again, parting her hair and starting to twirl the strands. after a few minutes, and multiple complaints from sevika, you pat her head and pull back. she runs her fingers over the french braids, glancing back at you.

“they look good right? not stupid?” she utters, looming up at you with apprehension.

you shake your head at her. “nope! i like ‘em. maybe when you go back to work i’ll do them for you.” you offer, patting her shoulders and sliding to sit at her side.

eventually she peels the face mask off, following your moves to a tee. she pats her face after, rubbing in the slimy liquid so her skin can absorb it. she’s quickly assaulted by you smothering more serums on her face, scrunching up her face as you rub the goop in.

“i think i’m moisturized, baby. i’m dripping.” she says, pushing your hands away and touching her face.

you finally relent, pulling back. “okay, okay, one more thing then we can go cuddle.” you reassure, grabbing the small container of lip mask you brought. you screw it open, dip your finger in, and smear it across her lips. pulling back, she croons.

“could’ve kissed it on instead.” she croaks, looking away to hide the flush growing on her neck.

“well i still need some for myself.” you state, pausing after your words before leaning in and pecking her lips. giggling against them when she groans.

you pull away and rub your lips together, watching as she reels from the kiss. down-bad. very down-bad, is all you think.

after a few minutes she finally meets your gaze, speaking tenderly.

“thank you. for this. i liked it, made me feel good.” she admits, her hands tentatively reaching out to wrap around you.

you receive it well, letting it happen and watching as she leans against you. your fingers graze her cheekbones, tracing the soft skin there.

“i don’t ever want you to be insecure. i want you, no one younger or prettier. you’re pretty. you’re perfect. you’re amazing.” you say sternly.

she nods, pushing her forehead against your collarbone and pressing a kiss right below it.