hi!! i love your writing and i would like to suggest something.
Can you please write about sevika x reader buf sevika shuts down during arguments. During a bad argument, sevika walks out and goes to the last drop. When she comes home, she is drunk and all soft for reader, expressing how sorry she is and how she loves reader.
thank you!! 🤍🤍
Hi!! Thank you so much!! I looove writing super soft Sevika! 🩷🫶🏻🌷✨
Wife!Sevika x Reader - Drunk On Love
Summary: After a bad argument, Sevika comes home drunk and determined to remind you just how much she loves you.
Arguments with Sevika were rare.
Not because the two of you never disagreed.
You were both stubborn enough that disagreements happened all the time.
The difference was that most of them never turned into real fights.
Most of the time, one of you would crack a joke. Or Sevika would pull you into her lap until neither of you could remember what you were annoyed about in the first place.
Tonight was different.
The argument had started small.
Something insignificant.
Something that should have stayed insignificant.
Instead, frustration piled onto frustration until the two of you were standing in the middle of the living room, voices raised and tempers frayed.
You couldn’t even remember who had started it.
Only that neither of you seemed willing to back down.
“You always do this!” you snapped.
Sevika’s jaw clenched.
“I do what?”
“You shut down.”
Her shoulders immediately went rigid.
The look on her face made your stomach sink.
Because you’d hit the exact thing she hated talking about.
“When things get difficult, you just stop talking to me.”
Sevika looked away.
“You think I don’t notice?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Anything.”
The silence that followed felt deafening.
You watched her retreat into herself right in front of you.
Her expression closed off.
Walls snapping into place.
The same walls she’d spent years building before she’d ever met you.
“Sevika-“
“No.”
She grabbed her jacket.
Your heart dropped.
“Baby, don’t. Please.”
“I’m going out.”
“Seriously?”
“I need space.”
The words landed like a punch.
Before you could say anything else, she was already heading for the door.
The apartment rattled from how hard it shut behind her.
And then she was gone.
-
The silence afterward was awful.
You tried reading.
You couldn’t focus.
You tried watching television.
You couldn’t follow the plot.
Eventually you ended up curled on the couch, staring at absolutely nothing while your thoughts ran in circles.
The anger had disappeared hours ago.
Now all that remained was the ache.
The empty space beside you.
The memory of the look on Sevika’s face before she’d left.
You knew she didn’t walk away because she didn’t care.
If anything, it was the opposite.
Sevika cared so much that sometimes emotions overwhelmed her completely.
She never knew what to do with them.
So she ran.
Not from you.
From the feeling itself.
Still.
It hurt.
The clock ticked past midnight.
Then one.
Then nearly two.
You were half asleep when you finally heard the front door unlock.
Your head immediately lifted.
The door opened.
And there stood Sevika.
One look at her and your eyebrows shot up.
“Oh.”
Sevika blinked.
Then smiled.
A slow, slightly crooked smile.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
She was drunk.
Clearly so, in the way her usual control had softened at the edges and her movements carried a looser, unfocused ease.
The kind of drunk that made her usually guarded expression melt into something gentle and affectionate.
The kind that made her look at you like you personally hung every star in the sky.
You stared.
She stared back.
Then her face crumpled slightly.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
Her eyes immediately turned guilty.
“You look sad.”
Your irritation returned for approximately three seconds.
“You disappeared for hours.”
“Oh.”
She looked genuinely devastated by this information.
“Right.”
You folded your arms.
Sevika kicked off her boots.
Then walked directly toward you.
Not with her usual confidence.
A little unsteady.
A little sleepy.
But very determined.
Before you could stop her, she dropped onto her knees in front of the couch.
“Sevika.”
She wrapped both arms around your waist.
Immediately.
Like she physically needed to.
“Hi.”
Your expression cracked despite yourself.
“Hi.”
Her cheek pressed against your stomach.
Warm.
Comforting.
Familiar.
For several seconds she didn’t say anything.
Just held you.
Then she mumbled,
“I missed you.”
Your chest tightened.
“Sevika…”
“I’m sorry.”
The words came out instantly.
She didn’t hesitate or pull away. Nothing guarded her words or her expression. Just raw honesty, unfiltered and open.
She squeezed you tighter.
“So sorry, baby.”
You looked down at her.
Her eyes were glassy.
From the alcohol or tears, you couldn’t tell.
But the emotion underneath was completely real and unmistakable.
“I shouldn’t have left like that.”
You softened.
Sevika buried her face against you.
“I hate fighting with you.”
Her voice came out muffled.
“You know that?”
You threaded your fingers through her hair.
Immediately, she leaned into the touch.
Like a cat finding sunlight.
“I know.”
“No, babe.”
She looked up.
“I really hate it.”
Something vulnerable flickered across her face.
“I spend the whole time feeling sick.”
Her gaze dropped.
“Because you’re the person I love most, darling… I hate knowing I’ve hurt you.”
Your heart squeezed.
Sevika rarely admitted things like this.
Rarely let anyone see beneath the armour.
But right now there wasn’t a single wall left standing.
Just your wife.
Looking at you with complete adoration.
“I don’t like when you’re upset with me.”
You smiled sadly, pushing her unkempt hair back from her face.
“I wasn’t exactly thrilled with you either.”
“Fair.”
The word came out immediately.
Then she frowned.
“You were right, though.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“I shut down.”
The confession sounded difficult even now.
“I know I do.”
Her thumb brushed absent-mindedly against your side.
“When I get overwhelmed, I don’t know what to say.”
She looked down.
“I always think if I talk I’ll make it worse.”
The guilt in her voice made your chest ache.
“So I stop talking.”
A pause.
“Which somehow also makes it worse.”
You huffed out a laugh.
“Yeah. It does.”
“Thought so.”
You ran your fingers through her hair again.
Slowly.
Watching her eyes practically close from the affection.
The sight was ridiculous.
The terrifying woman everyone feared in Zaun completely melting because her wife was playing with her hair.
“You know,” you said softly, “you can tell me when you’re overwhelmed.”
Sevika nodded immediately.
“I know.”
“Instead of disappearing.”
“Yeah.”
“Instead of making me worry.”
She nodded.
A pause followed.
Then:
“Can you keep doing that?”
She instinctively leaned into your touch, her eyes drifting half-shut as your fingers threaded gently through her hair.
“Even while I’m being scolded?”
You laughed.
Actually laughed.
And the relief on Sevika’s face was immediate.
Like she’d been waiting all night to hear it.
“That’s my baby girl.”
“Yeah I am,” Sevika mumbles confidently.
You laughed harder, unable to hide how adorable she looked right now.
Sevika tiled her head in confusion.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
Then climbed onto the couch beside you.
The second she sat down, she pulled you directly into her lap.
No discussion.
No warning.
Just scooped you up like you belonged there.
Which, admittedly, you did.
Her arms wrapped around your waist.
Her chin settled on your shoulder.
“You know I love you, right?”
The question came quietly.
Almost hesitant.
You turned your head slightly.
“Of course I do.”
Sevika shook her head.
“No.”
She pressed a kiss against your cheek.
“Like.”
Kiss.
“Really.”
Kiss.
“Really.”
Kiss.
“Love you.”
You couldn’t stop smiling.
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m correct.”
Her arms tightened.
“You are my favourite person.”
A kiss against your temple.
“My favourite place.”
Another against your jaw.
“My favourite everything.”
Your face grew warm.
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
She sounded deeply offended you’d even question it.
“I’d pick you every time.”
Your chest felt impossibly full.
Sevika tucked her face into your neck.
Holding you so carefully.
Like you were something precious.
Irreplaceable.
“I don’t say it enough.”
You felt her breathe out against your skin.
“But I love being married to you.”
The confession settled softly between you.
“I love waking up next to you.”
A kiss.
“I love hearing you talk.”
Another.
“I love when you steal my shirts.”
Another.
“I love when you fall asleep on me.”
You laughed.
“I do that constantly.”
“I know.”
She sounded delighted.
“It’s great.”
You turned in her arms enough to cup her cheek.
Her eyes immediately softened.
The look she gave you made it obvious.
Sevika adored you.
Completely.
With every stubborn, protective, devoted piece of her heart.
“I’m sorry too,” you whispered.
Her expression melted.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
The pet name sounded so gentle it almost hurt.
She leaned forward until your foreheads touched.
“You don’t have to apologise for being upset.”
Her hand found yours.
Intertwining your fingers.
“I just wish I’d handled it better.”
You brushed your thumb across her cheek.
“We both could’ve.”
“Maybe.”
She smiled.
Then pressed a lingering kiss to your lips.
Slow.
Warm.
Unhurried.
When she pulled back, she immediately rested her forehead against yours again.
Like she couldn’t bear putting even an inch of distance between you.
The apartment was quiet now.
No anger.
No tension.
Just the weight of Sevika’s arms around you.
The steady rhythm of her breathing.
The occasional sleepy kiss she kept pressing against your face every few minutes because apparently she couldn’t help herself.
Eventually, you felt her beginning to drift.
Her grip never loosened.
Even half asleep, she held you close.
Murmuring another soft, drowsy,
“I love you, my sweet girl.”
Into your hair.
The words were slurred slightly.
Sincere nonetheless.
And as you settled more comfortably against her chest, listening to her heartbeat beneath your ear, you couldn’t help smiling.
Because no matter how ugly the argument had been, no matter how badly it had hurt in the moment, one thing had never changed.
You were Sevika’s favourite thing in the world.
And she loved you with everything she had.
