synopsis: sevika helps you after you get drunk, and doesn’t know what to say when you admit what’s on your mind.
pairing: older loser!sevika x younger fem!reader
tags: fluff, reader is drunk, mentions of alcohol (barley), mentions of puke, comfort, reader is drunk flirting, flustered sevika
a/n: previous part here!! i really liked writing sevika caring for reader and i think this is soooo cute. i really hope you enjoy!! 🥹🥹 NEXT PART HERE!!
movie dates, casual hangouts, picnics, and so much more had taken over your time with sevika. when you weren’t studying or with friends, you were with sevika.
you both are loving what’s happening between you two, getting closer emotionally by each day. physically too. sevika takes her time with you, asks you questions about yourself that you’ve never even thought about. it’s like she really cares, wants something real with you.
of course you act the same with her, questioning her all about her past and asking silly questions just to hear her sighs and deep chuckles. she enjoys it, it makes her feel understood. and it’s just nice to talk to someone with so much vulnerability after not having anybody at all.
imagine her surprise when she gets a call from you, almost two in the morning. you’re supposed to be out with your friends, at some frat party, having a blast. so when you call her, slurring into the phone about how you can’t find your friends and some guy is trying to take you home, she panics.
“what? what’d you say doll?” she says into the phone, trying to be as calm as possible so she doesn’t freak you out.
“can’t find my friendssss, and my head…uuugh…” you slur, huffing into the phone. “can you…you get me? m’not good, not feeling good..”
sevika is already sliding on her shoes and grabbing her car keys while she replies; “‘course i can get you. can you send me your location?”
you pull your phone away from your ear, tapping your phone screen clumsily and sharing your location with her.
by the time she gets there you’re already outside, waiting for her. she parks, quickly hopping out of her truck and walking towards you. you see her and try to meet her halfway, almost tripping in the process. luckily she’s able to grab your arm before you fall, pulling you up and steadying you by your shoulders.
“heeey sev! m’glad to see you!” you stammer, clumsily pushing your hair out of your face.
“jesus, sugar. how much did you drink-?” she grunts with slight alarm, looking you up and down to make sure you’re not hurt in anyway. you must be freezing, wearing short-shorts and a small top.
she shrugs her jacket off, still keeping one hand curled around your shoulder. “why don’t we get into my truck, hm?” she wraps the leather around you, then puts one hand on your back to guide you to her truck. she opens the door for you, helping you get in and even buckling the seatbelt for you. even if you could do it by yourself, she was already there, so why wouldn’t she?
she climbs into the drivers seat, turning on the heat and glancing at you. “you don’t feel sick, do you?” she asks, humming when you shake your head. she puts the car in drive, pulling away from the curb she parked at. she flinches when you lean over and wrap your hands around her arm, playfully tugging at it. your nails dig into her skin, leaving little marks that she’ll rub her fingers across when she misses you.
“taking me hooome already? not even dinnner? i didn’t know you were thaaat desperate.” you giggle while looking up at her.
her eyes grow into saucers at your words, choking on her spit at the intent behind them. she knows it’s just the alcohol talking, making your usually sharp brain dull.
“i-…sweetheart we’ve been on many dates.” she states, her grip around the steering wheel tight.
“you can be desperateee, s’okay, s’cute.” you reassure with a purse in your lips, tapping her arm to try and get her attention.
her embarrassment grows as you keep speaking. drunk words are sober thoughts, she thinks. so what if she’s easy for you? who wouldn’t be!
“you’re cute.” that’s the only rebuttal she can give, because you aren’t exactly wrong.
she doesn’t say much the rest of the ride, letting you babble quietly to yourself. she does smile when you rest your head against her arm, letting you stay there. when you complain about not feeling good, she sighs with dread. luckily she arrives at her apartment, climbing out of the car and waking around to the passenger side to get you. instead of letting you stumble around, she pulls you out of the car and into her arms. she’s holding you up against her with one arm as she grabs your phone from the seat and shuts the car door. your arms wrap around her neck as she carries you up the stairs, fumbling with her keys when you press your face against her neck. she finally gets into her apartment, setting you down on the couch.
she leaves you there for a bit as she walks into her kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring water into it. then, of course, grabbing some advil. she sets it down on the coffee table in front of you, walking off to the bathroom and coming back with the trash can. she sets it by your feet and sits down next to you, placing the glass of water between your hands and guiding it to your lips.
“drink some so you can take some advil, i bet your heads pounding huh?” she comments, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking one side behind your ear.
“my head…my stomach…my legs…all hurt.” you state after taking small sips of water, leaning back on the couch.
she nods, putting the back of her hand against your forehead and then both of your cheeks.
of course you end up puking, which sevika knew would happen. she just holds your long locks out of your face and rubs your back as you wretch into the trash can.
“you’re okay, shhh…you’ll feel better after. you’re doing just fine.” she soothes, still rubbing your back when you lift your head up. she keeps your hair behind your shoulders as she takes the trash can away. she comes back a few minutes later, holding a damp washcloth in one hand and some clothes in the other. she crouches down between your legs, wiping your face down with the cloth softly.
“i brought you clothes to change into. if you want to.” she states, setting the now dirtied cloth down and grabbing the clothes.
you look at them before meeting her eyes. “m’so tired.” you grumble.
“do you want me to help?” she immediately offers.
when you nod she sits back on the couch, helping you slide your top off. you watch her, see how she doesn’t even glance at your body. if it were anyone else you probably wouldn’t trust them.
“you can look, y’know. m’not some monster.”
“you’re drunk, i’m not gonna take advantage of you like that. who would i be if i did?” she states with a scoff, sliding one of her old t-shirts over your head.
you don’t say anything else as she helps you, just watching her unfocused look. it took you by surprise, how much of a gentlewoman she is. it warms your heart, being taken care of in such a loving way. sevika doesn’t miss the way your lip quivers, or the way your eyes get all watery. she quickly slides the sweatpants she was letting you borrow up your legs and perks up.
“what’s wrong? are you feeling sick again, are you gonna puke-“ she questions, her eyebrows furrowed concerningly.
“no…no.” you state. “you’re just so sweet, and nice, and…and you care so much about me. makes me feel reeeal special.” you murmur.
sevika is taken aback but moves closer to you, her thumb brushing a stray tear under your eye. she shakes her head.
“sweet girl, this is the bare minimum, no?” she says with a soft laugh. “you deserve much more than this…and if you give me a chance i will give you everything i can.”
you sniffle and mumble a thank you, which makes sevika laugh at the absolutely absurd thoughts going through your brain. she cups your face, forcing herself to hold eye contact with you.
“you don’t have to thank me. i’d do this forever if i could, just take care of you and love all over you.” she states, wrapping her arms around you and tugging you against her firm chest. “i’m right where i want to be, ‘kay?”
you can’t help but let out a soft hiccup, the tears on your flushed cheeks staining her shirt. you can’t help yourself, speaking without second thought: “sev. i love you.”
she registers your words, arms squeezing you tightly as she rests her chin against your head.
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