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kirislovelygf · 2 months ago

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Req: (pre end of s1 events) Sevika falls in love with the (maybe younger??) reader who works at the last drop and she awkwardly has to figure out how to talk to them, knowing that she's intimidating.

across the bar (sevika x gn! reader)

contents: sevika has a crush on the bartender and keeps coming by but doesnt know how to talk to reader, have a little late night walk, they talk more, fluff, first meeting, confession, first kissesssss, reader has a FAT crush on sevika wrd count: 3.1k (yikesss)

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i’ve been a bartender at the last drop for about a couple months now. and almost every night i’ve been working here, sevika’s been in the corner. i thought she was hot at first.

but then i caught her staring. at first i thought it was cute, like eye flirting but she never actually came up to talk to me. i’d bring shots to her table, some of her minions would come up and order for her, but she never talked to me.

and every time i tried to talk to her, i’d miss her. she’d walk out ot he bar before i could get the chance.

i was kind of creeped out. a big scary woman with scars and dark eyes watching me?

i got freaked out and started carrying a knife with me for the late night shifts.

but then later, she actually started saying hi. my first instinct was to be nice. and there’d be instances where she’d try to come up to the bar but i was busy running around, making drinks.

but the day came when she actually came up to order from me.

i was laughing with my friend as they were sitting, sipping on a beer, when sevika came up and slammed her beer glass on the wood. we stared at her awkwardly and my friend took that as a sign to walk away. “i’ll.. come back later.” he said.

i glared as he left. i look up at sevika. “hi. need a refill?” i asked.

“nah.. what’s that?” she tilted her chin to a green and yellow colored drink a woman was enjoying in the corner booth.

“oh... zaun sunset. want one? i make them myself.” i said to her. she tilts her head slightly. “don’t you make all the drinks yourself?

“i make some of them. but i just pour everything else.” i said. she squints her eyes at me, making my heart drop to my stomach.

“anyway.. i’ll get started on that.” i smiled softly.

i went to get the drinks to make it while glancing every couple seconds. she didn’t leave the bar and everytime we made eye-contact, she’d look away.

now that she’s not in the darkest corner of the bar and i can see her face, she’s actually really hot.

hopefully she’s just hot and not a creep.

i placed two cherries on the drink and went and placed it in front of her with a napkin beside it.

“here you go.” i smiled softly.

she stared at it. “it’s a little.. frilly, don’t you think?” she muttered.

“is it the cherries?” i chuckled.

she stares at it for another second and picks out the cherries onto a napkin i placed beside the drink. i laugh softly before she takes a long sip.

i watched her eyes widen and i chuckled softly. “is it still too frilly?”

“what the hell did you put in this?” she asked. “everything.”

i smiled at her. she's kinda..

someone called me over for a refill. “you enjoy that.” i said to her. i took the cherry from her napkin and popped it in my mouth before i walked away.

the rest of the night continued to pour people's drinks and stuff.

around two a.m, i closed the bar for the night. i waved bye to the last person that walked out and locked the door.

i then turned to the dirty, unorganized, sticky, smelly bar and sighed out.

it was my night to clean so i walked over to the record player before getting started.

while looking for some music, someone knocked on the door.

“we’re closed, go away.” i yelled out, looking back at the door. the silhouette looked familiar and i walked over to the window. i stepped on a chair to look through it.

it was sevika pacing the floor outside the door.

“oh..”

i jumped down from the chair, unlocked the door and opened it. she had her fist rased, about to knock again.

“hey. sorry about that, um.. you know we’re closed right?”

“i know. i just uh..” she stuttered.

“i noticed you didn't leave.. and there’s some drunk guys down the alley. i just.. didn’t want you walking home alone.” she explained.

so she was waiting for me to leave..

“oh! okay.. well, i have to clean the bar, so maybe once i’m done, you can walk me home?”

her eyes widened slightly. “um..”

“i’ll be quick. i could use the company anyway.”

she nodded and i let her in before locking the door again. i went over to the record player and found a song. “la camisa negra” played the opening notes before i turned up the volume.

“can i help?” she asked as i walked over.

“nah, just sit. talk to me.” i smiled. i went to find a rag and spray.

“your name’s sevika, right?”

“um.. yeah.” she said as she took a seat at the bar.

“do you know my name?” i asked as i walked to a table.

“i might be wrong. is it y/n?”

“yeah, good guess.” i chuckled.

i looked up at her, smiling softly. she shakes her head. “i feel bad just sitting here.” she stepped off the bar stool and walked over.

“here..” she stands in front of me and gently takes the rag and spray from my hand.

“i got these tables.” she hummed in a low tone.

i have never been so turned on. oh my god.

i stared up at her as my face went hot. “uhuh.. thanks..” i muttered as i walked away. i looked back at her wiping down the table with her hand.

i huffed and waved a hand at my face. “hot.. hot in here.” i whispered.

i found another rag and spray bottle and joined her.

it was silent for a second before i started talking to her.

“so.. what do you do? besides hang around here..” i asked. she glances up at me before muttering. “um..”

“if i had to guess.. cake decorator?” i smiled. she laughs softly.

“orr.. maybe you make cute clothes for little dogs.” i said.

“dogs need clothes?”

“yeah! they get cold.” i joked. she shakes her head.

he picks up her supplies and moves to a table closer to me. oh my god, look at her muscles. she looks so good.

“so what do you actually do?” i said, regrettably taking my eyes off her.

“i work for vander.. sort of.”

“wow.. i was way off.” i moved to another table. “you just.. move deliveries for him or something?”

“sort of.” she hummed.

i look over and she’s not smiling anymore.

“what about you? is this the only thing you do?” she asked.

“the only thing i get paid for. and it’s not much, you know how cheap vander is.” i joked. she smiles softly.

wait, she's so cute, aw.

“but i paint and stuff sometimes. that canvas over there?” she looks at me and i direct her to a canvas hanging over the booth in the corner. it was of the skyline of zaun but brighter with happier colors.

“i just finished it last month.” i told her.

“whoa...” she hummed. “it’s nice.”

i smiled. “how long did it take you?”

“just a week or two. it’s hard to stop when i’m really into something.” i said.

“hm.. is there more?” she asked.

i look up from the table. i move on to the one she was at. “yeah, i paint stuff all over the city. not those dumb, sloppy graffiti tags kids make.. most of the murals you see, i made them.” i shrugged.

“no way.” she said. “you should show me once we get outta here.”

“you sure? we’re gonna walk a lot.” i said, looking up at her. oh my god, her lips look so biteable. would she mind if i jumped over this table right now?

“i don’t mind.” she shook her head slightly before moving on to another table. i watched her before moving to another table.

we eventually finished and she insisted on lifting all the chairs to put them over the tables. i’m so glad i let her.

i got to watch her flex her muscles for like ten minutes while pretending to clean the bar.

i wasn’t cleaning no damn bar. i was imagining what her muscles would feel like around my head.

“you finished?”

“huh?” she was in front of me on the other side of the bar. she blinked. “are you finished here?”

“oh! yeah, just about.” i chuckled. i quickly wiped it down before moving to put away the bottles of liquor i left out.

i was too lazy to get the step stool from the back, so i tried reaching the top shelf to put away the whiskey.

“let me get that for you.” i heard sevika mutter.she went up behind me and she took the bottle from my hand before placing it on the shelf with ease.

she goes for the other bottle. “this too?”

“yeah..” i breathed out.

i was under her, watching her, staring at her face before she looked down at me.

i should have some shame but i don’t. and i don’t care!

“thanks.”

“no problem.”

“i could use your help around here more often. to reach the tall stuff.” i hummed softly.

i thought she was going to kiss me before she walked away. “maybe..” she hummed.

i swear she was teasing me. or what if she hates me?

my eyes rolled to the back of my head before i went to go find the broom.

she tried to take the broom from me but i insisted it was fine. “it’s okay! i got it.” i laughed.

“just go sit.. pour yourself some whiskey or something.” i chuckled.

“i just put it away.” she said as she walked over to sit. “then water, i dunno.”

we look at eachother, chuckling softly.

“i still feel bad just watching you.”

“there’s literally nothing else for you to do. just talk to me.” i chuckled as i sweeped under tables.

“i’m not.. very good at that.” she said.

“that’s okay. um.. what's some stuff you like to do?”

“drink.. gamble.. smoke.. read.. that’s it.” she shrugged.

“okay..” i chuckled. “reading is cool. what do you like to read?”

“old history books mostly. sounds boring, but i always loved learning.”

i look over at her. “that's… unexpected. you don’t see many people over fifteen reading down here.”

“my old man made me learn when i was young.” she said. “ohh.” i chuckled.

“so history.. what about fun fantasy books, hm? you like the ones with magic and stuff?” i asked.

“when i was a kid, yeah.” she chuckled. “grown-ups can read those books too.” i said to her.

i look over at her. her back against the chair, her arm and hand on the bar, my clothes slipping off.

i mean, whaaatt.

“i dunno.. after growing up down here, i stopped believing in those stories, you know?” she walks over to the record player and changes the music.

“just like everyone around here.” she hummed.

i stared at her. i realized i just sweeped up the whole bar. i walked over to stand next to her seat.

i leaned against the bar. “isn’t it better to believe in those than in whatever mess zaun is?”

“it’d be nice but it’s not reality.”

i studied her face. she had dark circles under her grey eyes. i wonder if her lips look that good naturally or if she likes wearing lipstick.

she looks down at me before nervously averting her gaze.

“d-don’t you need to put that away?” she muttered.

“ah.. yeah. i’ll be right back, then we can get out of here.”

i walked away from her and came back to her, taking a cigarette out of her pocket.

“alright, i’m done. lets go look at some of my art.” i sighed out.

she turns off the record player and i turn off all the lights.

she holds the door open for me. “what a gentle-lady, thank you.” i smiled. she laughed nervously and i turned to lock the door. i glanced at her.

she was nervously flicking her lighter to get a flame.

i smiled to myself at how such a terrifying woman can get nervous so easily.

“come on..” i said to her.

i’ve gone home with other hot people but i never completely trusted any of them. but for some reason, i felt so safe with her behind me.

probably because she’s 6’5, like two hundred pounds of muscle and has a gun on her belt.

i led her through the lanes, showing her a couple of my smaller murals. she had little to say about them but seeing her face, i knew she liked them.

i finished showing her another one before taking her hand. “my best one is this way, come on.”

i led her to an alleyway before i let go of her hand. we turned a couple corners, climbed a couple stairs, until we reached the rooftop of an old building and then onto its balcony.

she jumped down first before holding her arm out to help me.

“thanks.” i smiled at her as i touched the metal floor. we look over at my mural on the wall of an old factory that towered over the neighborhood we were in.

“this is the biggest one i’ve ever done. took me a couple months.” i said to her. “i named her 'the woman in the wind.' i think it’s my best piece.”

she stared up at my piece in awe and i never felt so accomplished for a piece.

i look up at her face. “you’re.. so incredibly talented.” she spoke. “how’d you even come up with something like this?”

“it was supposed to start out as a mural of my mom, who died when i was little.. but i realized when i was sketching out her face that i didn’t remember her as well as i thought i did.” she both leaned against the railing to stare at the artwork.

“even now, i’m not completely sure i remember what she looked like. and it was just barely.” i smiled.

“so, i called it the woman in the wind because everytime i tried to remember her, it was like little details would come and go, like they were blowing past in a breeze..” i shrugged.

i look up at her and she’s still staring. “i know it sounds weird and corny but-”

“no.”

oh??

“it’s.. absolutely beautiful.” she nodded.

she looks at me and smiles. suddenly, the scary woman who never spoke was the sweetest and prettiest person i’ve ever seen.

“you know i’ve walked past this mural… probably a hundred times.” she sighed out.

“i think it’s even more beautiful now that i know someone like you made it.” she said.

no she didn't! that was perfect.

i laughed softly. “come on, don’t make me blush.” i jokingly hit her arm and she laughs.

we’re silent for a moment, just staring at it.

“have you always dreamed of doing something like this?” she asks, taking a drop from her cigarette.

“yeah, but.. i dreamed of becoming someone famous and getting out of the undercity. i’d dream of owning a fancy apartment up on topside, selling my art..” i said.

she chuckled. i shoved her arm. “hey, don't laugh. i was a kid.” i laughed.

“okay, okay..”

ugh, she’s gorgeous.

“you had to have had crazy dreams when you were little too., right?” she chuckled.

she blinks and looks away. “nah..”

“yeah, you do. come on, i won’t laugh.” i smiled.

“i mean.. it was a long time ago but for a while i wanted to be a zookeeper. i liked animals, so..” she shrugged.

“that’s.. not crazy. that's so cute! never would've assumed you were an animal lover.” i said teasingly.

she laughs softly. “you have any pets?”

“nah, i don’t got any time for that. running all over the lanes keeps me busy.”

“hmm..” i watch her with a smile on her face. i dont know why i was ever scared of her, she’s so cute and sweet.

“anyway.. we should get you home.” she said, exhaling smoke. “it’s getting late.”

“you can say you’re bored of me, it's okay.” i said jokingly. “what? no!” she chuckled. i climbed up to the roof before turning to help her but she barely needed it.

we walked through the lanes lit by neon green and purple lights. we talked the whole way home and all the weird junkies and prostitutes and just weird night people walked right past us or avoided us.

i have to take like ten shortcuts just to avoid the main streets. but everyone was terrified of even making eye contact with sevika.

the closer we got to my house, the more she started opening up to me.

we finally arrived to my small place. i had my key in my hand and stepped on one of the steps that led to my front door.

“i really appreciate you walking me home.” i said, leaning on the railing.

“yeah, of course. but.. do you usually work so late? and walk home by yourself? it’s not very safe.”

i laughed. i pulled up my pant leg and took out the knife i mentioned i started carrying when she first started borderline stalking me.

“whoa-” she jerks her head back at the size of the blade.

“yeah, not safe for anyone who talks to me. me? i’m good.” i shrugged. she laughs slightly before i put it back.

“huh.. well, next time, just let me know. i’d be happy to do it again.” she inched closer to me. her chin was slightly lifted up as i’m now around her height.

“unless you have a scarier and taller person to do it instead.” she shrugged. i laughed.

“nah, i think i'll just stick with you.”

ugh can she kiss me already. okay, you know what? i’m getting this over with. fuck a slowburn, i need her tonight.

“actually, it’s way too late for you to walk home.” i said. her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

she knows she will obviously be fine walking at any hour at night by herself.

“you can stay over tonight..” i hummed.

“are you sure?” she asked. i simply shrugged. she looks down at my hand and takes it in hers.

she stares at me for a second before pulling me forward. i caught myself on her chest and we laughed as my hands went to hold her face.

we kissed before her hand snaked around my waist.

i never walked home by myself again after that night.

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a/n: thank you @dopemusiccowboy for submitting this!! i had fun writing it!

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