Would you write something with sevika x reader who gets bad panic attacks ily tysm BYEBYE
you’re on the floor before you even realise it, chest burning, fingers trembling like they’ve forgotten how to belong to you. the world feels too close, too sharp, and your own heartbeat is louder than anything else.
then you hear heavy footsteps. the door creaks. “shit,” sevika mutters under her breath, and suddenly she’s there, crouching down in front of you like the ground should be ashamed for holding you instead of her.
her mech hand hovers first, hesitant, like she doesn’t know if you’ll want the weight of her. her flesh one follows softer, palm warm against the back of your neck. “breathe with me,” she says. not a command, not really — just this low steady thing that drags you toward her voice.
you try. you fail. you try again. she stays.
“look at me,” she says, thumb brushing your jaw, coaxing your gaze up. her beautiful scars catches the dim light, her silver eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them. “that’s it. in… out. don’t care how ugly it feels, just keep going.”
your breaths stumble, uneven, but they happen. sevika shifts, sliding down so she’s sitting beside you, pulling you against her chest like you’re something fragile she knows damn well how to hold. her arm locked around your back, keeping you anchored.
“you’re safe,” she murmurs into your hair. “i’ve got you. nobody’s gonna touch you, not even your own head. not while i’m here.”
