Hii pls can I request a shy/nervous loser sevika x reader she has a crush on
I hope I understood this correctly and that you did mean Sevika as the shy one! If not, I can do it the other way around, just let me know! (Or I can just do Loser!Reader anyway if anyone wants) 🩷
Loser!Sevika Headcanons & Fic - Pretty Girl
Summary: Sevika can handle fights, threats, and pressure just fine. A pretty girl being nice to her? She’s done for.
• Sevika develops a crush quietly and catastrophically. One compliment from you and she’s replaying it in her head three days later while staring at the ceiling trying not to smile.
• You start calling Sevika pet names long before either of you are even together. Completely naturally, too. “Thanks, honey.” “Move over, sweetheart.” “You okay, pretty girl?” Like it means nothing.
• Meanwhile it means everything to Sevika.
• The first time you call her “baby,” she genuinely loses her train of thought mid-sentence.
“Could you pass me that thing over there, baby?”
Sevika stares at you for a full second too long before nearly fumbling it into your lap.
• You do not realise the effect it has on her at first because she hides it terribly but silently. Slightly pink ears. Looking away. Suddenly very interested in literally anything except your face.
• Pet names from you feel strangely intimate to Sevika. She isn’t used to softness being directed at her so casually. You say them so easily, like affection towards her is the most natural thing in the world.
• Sometimes you use them absentmindedly while focused on something else, which somehow affects Sevika even more.
“Hold this for me, sweetheart.”
And now she’s standing there holding three bags and completely in love with you.
• Once she finally works up the nerve to call you one back, it comes out painfully awkward.
“Careful, uh… doll.”
You smile at her so warmly she spends the next hour avoiding eye contact.
• Her favourite is “pretty.” Especially because you say it so sincerely every single time.
“There’s my pretty girl.”
Sevika has to physically look away to survive it.
• If someone else teased her for getting flustered over pet names, Sevika would deny it immediately.
Then you’d walk in and say, “Hi, honey,” and she’d nearly walk into a wall.
• Everyone else notices before either of you do. Especially because Sevika acts completely normal and level-headed around everyone else, but around you she suddenly forgets how words work.
• You are painfully good at making her feel included. Sliding into the seat beside her. Saving her a drink without asking. Talking to her like she’s already important to you.
• She never knows what to do with your affection. If you touch her arm while laughing, her brain fully short-circuits for a second.
• You mistake her awkwardness for disinterest at first because she’s so stiff and quiet around you. Meanwhile Sevika goes home internally screaming because you smiled at her for too long.
• Sevika is the type to rehearse conversations beforehand and still mess them up.
“Hey.”
“Hi, Sev!”
“Yes… Good.”
She thinks about it for the next six business days.
• You think her nervousness is adorable. Not in a patronising way. Just because she’s this intimidating-looking woman who suddenly turns shy when you look at her too directly.
• She loves listening to you talk. Loves it. You’ll go off on a tangent about something tiny and she’ll just sit there watching you with this soft, dazed expression she hopes you don’t notice.
• You absolutely notice.
• Sevika gets jealous easily, but mostly because she genuinely cannot imagine someone like you choosing her. If someone flirts with you, she immediately withdraws and assumes she already lost.
• Which means you end up having to be the brave one most of the time.
• You’re the first person who makes Sevika feel wanted instead of merely tolerated.
• Her love language becomes quiet acts of care before she even realises what she’s doing. Carrying your belongings. Remembering your favourite snacks. Fixing little things for you without mentioning it. Giving you her cape the moment it gets even slightly cold.
• The first time you hug her properly, she freezes for a full second before melting into it so completely it nearly breaks your heart.
• Sevika’s flirting attempts are tragic.
“You look nice.”
“Thank you, honey!”
“…Yeah.”
She has to leave the room afterwards.
• Once you start dating, she gets clingier than anyone expected. She just always seems to drift toward you naturally. A hand at your waist. Knees touching under tables. Kisses on the forehead. Sitting impossibly close. Constant, blatant staring.
• You call her beautiful casually one day and she genuinely stops functioning for a moment.
• Sevika falls hard. The kind of hard where she looks at you and quietly starts imagining a future before she even realises it.
-
Sevika had spent the last twenty minutes pretending to read the same page.
Not even reading it, really. Just staring at it while being painfully aware of you two tables over.
You laughed at something someone said, bright and warm and easy, and Sevika immediately looked down again before you could catch her staring.
Too late.
“Sevika!”
Her shoulders tensed as you approached. Of course you were approaching. Of course. Her brain immediately abandoned her.
You stopped beside her table with that familiar smile that always made her chest feel weirdly tight.
“There you are. I thought you left.”
“Nope,” she answered.
A pause.
Then, because apparently humiliation built character, she added, “Still existing.”
Smooth.
Your smile twitched like you were trying not to laugh, but not in a mean way. Never mean.
“Mind if I sit?”
Sevika nearly said no out of pure panic.
Instead she jerked her head in what she hoped looked like a casual gesture. “Yeah. Sure.”
You sat across from her, resting your chin in your hand. “You always come here?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you always look this stressed?”
That startled an actual laugh out of her. Short and rough around the edges, but real.
“Do I?”
“A little.”
“Sorry.”
Your expression softened instantly. “Why are you apologising?”
Sevika opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Because how was she supposed to explain that being around you made her feel like every thought in her head was tripping over itself?
You tilted your head slightly, eyes soft but inquisitive. “You know, I used to think you hated me.”
“Hated you?” Sevika repeated, horrified.
“Well, yeah. You barely talked to me.”
Because if Sevika talked to you for too long she risked spontaneously combusting.
Instead she muttered, “Not great at talking.”
“I noticed, hun.”
There was that smile again. Warm enough to melt steel.
Sevika looked down at the table before she embarrassed herself.
“You make me nervous,” she admitted quietly, the words escaping before she could stop them.
Silence.
Then:
“Oh.”
Sevika wanted to launch herself directly into the sun.
“Not in a bad way,” she rushed out immediately. “Just… you’re pretty and kind and- I don’t know. My brain kind of doesn’t know what to do with that and shuts down.”
Your face went pink so fast it nearly distracted her from her own humiliation.
“You think I’m pretty?”
Sevika stared at you like she’d just asked whether water was wet.
“Obviously.”
You laughed softly, looking suddenly shy yourself as you ducked your head.
That alone gave Sevika enough hope to keep breathing.
“You make me nervous too,” you admitted.
“No I don’t.”
“You really do.”
“How?”
You looked at her for a long moment, smiling a little.
“I also think you’re pretty. Like- really pretty. And you… you look at me like I’m important.”
And that-
That hit Sevika so hard she forgot every coherent thought she’d ever had. The words landed somewhere deep in Sevika’s chest. For a second, all she could do was stare at you.
Her mouth opened slightly. Closed again.
You laughed under your breath. “See? There’s that look again.”
“What look?”
“The one where you stop functioning for a second.”
Sevika groaned quietly and covered part of her face with one hand while you laughed properly this time.
Not mocking.
Fond.
Way too fond.
And when your fingers brushed against hers on the table, Sevika realised with sudden, terrifying clarity that if anyone was ever going to slip past every wall she’d built around herself and make a home somewhere deep in her heart, it would be you.
