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what about a navy! sevika x farmer! reader where the both of them are on the edge of their relationship because sevika won't prioritize her wife because reader wants to start a family before reader eventually goes out to her garden in the middle of the night.

sevika then follows her wife to the garden to she apologies and beg for forgiveness before they eventually got really really breeding kink, praise kink intimate on the grass in the garden in the middle of the night

Little You's, Little Me's, but Janna, Little You's...

Navy!Sevika x Farmer!Reader

Contains smut, angst, breeding, praise kink, lovey sex, impregnation, possible depressed!reader, modern au, Sevika G!P

Beyond frustration.

With the basic supply and demand of fruits and vegetables during spring, you're always on your feet running errands and supplying food. It gets tiring after a while especially when after a particularly heavy night even when you come back there is no loving wife of yours to greet you, hold you, sleep with you or even have sex with at this point.

And you knew perfectly well this was because Sevika didn't want kids and you did, so whenever you guys would talk now it'd get awkward because of that. When you both met you both had planned out your entire future together but now it all seemed in shambles. The woman you had married, who once said she loved children, didn't anymore. Your marriage was at an all time low, Sevika was so busy with her work and missions that she was barely even available anymore and it made you so sad.

At the beginning you had thought she was cheating but then you both had a huge fight about it, it's been distant since that one fight. Today was your anniversary and this was the first anniversary you spent without Sevika, sitting by the staircase in front of the front door, praying to Janna she comes back tonight because you have so much to ask. Does she even love you anymore?

"You don't sound sorry," You retorted angrily, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

The door clicks at 3 AM and Sevika slips in. She sees you at the staircase and sighed. "I know I'm sorry." She said her voice nonchalant which made you further mad.

"What do you want me to say?!" Sevika yelled back, her voice booming, making yours seem like a puppy's bark, "I'm not bending backwards and apologising for no shit, you know very well what my job expects of me, and if you can't handle that maybe you should buy yourself some maturity!—"

You could hear the faint snoring, Sevika was probably sleeping on the couch. You stayed there curled up in bed, leaning against the bedframe with tears pricking your eyes. You could feel the warmth of the tears falling down your cheek, it's been a while since you've felt any sort of warm anyway.

"All this just because I wanna settle down? I'm not getting any younger, Sev..." Tears appear at your eyes and you say nothing as you stormed upstairs and into your shared bedroom, curling up in bed. You felt miserable now. You waited for her to come in the bedroom and comfort you but you didn't hear her walking in so after you got up and looked around, the bedroom was still empty. It made you feel even more hopeless than before.

2 days pass, it's been the same except now you don't even get up to water your garden, nurture the plants. You just stay in your room, eat in your room, sleep in your room and sulk in your room. You wanted to cry, scream and just disappear but you also loved Sevika so immensely that it was eating away at your whole being at this point.

It was late at night and you couldn't hear Sevika snoring from down the hall, usually it was the white noise that helped you sleep but today you didn't even know if she was home. Body too tired to move from mental exhaustion but you forced yourself out of bed, almost stumbling into the wall as you walked down the hall. Your eyes squinted in the darkness and finally found the doorknob, you opened it and a small gust of wind greeted you. You sighed again, heart heavy, you just wanted Sevika.

Whichever it was, you didn't really care. Still staring into nothingness. You felt the figure kneel down behind you, "Baby," came Sevika's soft voice, "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said all that."

You walked outside and sat down on the grass, curling up there. A while later, you hear the crunching sounds of the grass signalling Sevika either stepped out of the house too and into your garden or some mindless killer had broken into the fencing and would kill you.

You turned to look at her, eyes tired, face sunken.

"Love," Sevika gently held the side of your face, "Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I'm just scared. I'm being a little bitch but I'm so fucking scared that I won't be able to give my little ones enough time. I already don't give you time and—"

"Mm, it's okay," you said, looking away at the ground.

"No, it's not okay, I'm ready now. I'm sorry for being so cowardly, I couldn't even tell you, I thought you'd assume I'm weak."

"It's okay," you said now cracking a small smile as Sevika leaned in and kissed you, "Mm..." The kiss deepened, your body pressing into hers as you both kissed.

"I'd love to see little you's, little me's running around. Oh but Janna, little you's," Sevika said, her voice a little dreamy before she continued kissing you making you moan a little in her mouth, that gets her immediately hard.

"Doing so well, my baby," Sevika muttered as she tugged her sweat pants down just enough for her massive erect cock to slap up against her stomach, oozing precum.

Her hard cock pressing against your clothed sex through her sweatpants but she doesn't stop kissing you. Sevika nips at your jaw, and your neck as she moved lower. Her hands slipping beneath your blouse as she palmed your breasts. She was being soft and slow. Something you've rarely seen during sex. You tilt your head back giving her better access to continue her ministrations.

"Stuff me with your cum," You cooed in her ear which was probably tearing away at any forming hesitations in Sevika's head. She didn't need telling twice when she pushed your panties to the side and penetrated you. Her cock slipping in your slick wet folds with ease, buried snuggly within you.

"You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well," Sevika mumbled, she would always go pussy drunk whenever she was inside you mainly because you were so lewdly wet and your pussy was so tight.

Sevika pistoned her hips, pushing deeper into your cunt with each thrust, hands coming down to roll and twist your nipples between thick fingers that didn't hesitate going down your throat too, making you choke and drool.

"S-Sevika..." You whispered and then moaned loudly as she got a little faster.

"That good, yeah, baby? You like it? Want more?" Sevika cooed and you nodded, barely able to make sense out of her words as she thrusted in and out. Your juices coated her shaft completely, you needed more of her.

"Sevika, Sevika," you continued babbling her name and moaning softly with every kiss of her cock to your cervix, it felt far too good.

"Gonna cum in this pretty pussy," Sevika panted out, kissing you deeply. As she gave one ast thrust, you could feel your pussy filling up with her warm semen. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, she didn't pull out though, she stayed inside for a bit before she slowly pulled out, letting your panties back on your vagina.

"They'll get soaked," you whined.

Sevika picked you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom, letting you lay down as she cleaned herself off and then you too, running you a warm bubble bath.

"I don't care, keep it inside," Sevika kissed you again.

"I'm so sorry for fucking up our anniversary," Sevika leaned in, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair gently as she helped washed your sore body.

"It's okay," you said with a tired smile, "I'm just really sleepy..."

"I know," Sevika gave you a half smile before picking you up, drying you off and putting you in bed, tucking you in. She got in bed too beside you and held you close.

"Soon... We'll have a little human all to ourselves," Sevika thought out loud to herself, looking at your already asleep face, "Sleep well, love."

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I swear to god if people don’t start finishing their multi part fanfics IM GOING TO GO INSANE!!!!!!

I really dislike when people call rape “dark romance” because like…there’s nothing romantic about rape at all…

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𖹭 - Sevika knew she wanted to marry you the second she saw you doing shoots for the bridal collection of Vivienne Westwood, specially on the last dress.

𖹭 - "How would you feel about keeping one of those dresses?" You didn't understand until she pulled a ring from her blazer pocket, unmistakably the one that once belonged to Sevika's mom.

𖹭 - When you walked through the aisle, Sevika let herself cry a little in front of people, for the first time in years.

𖹭 - Honeymoon in Italy. You both barely left the room, too busy making love all day and night.

𖹭 -Sevika bought a new property-lush land, a greenhouse, a marble kitchen filled with cookbooks.

𖹭 - You started sleeping in, missing fittings without guilt—You stopped walking for a season, turned down four campaigns, and didn't feel bad about it.

𖹭 - You began documenting your domestic life privately-film photography, garden photos, table settings.

𖹭 - At night, Sevika would read the newspaper while you journaled on the sofa around the left side of the pool, while sometimes looking at the sky full of stars, sometimes she would stop reading a bit to massage your legs.

𖹭 - You started feeling the difference in your body- heavier breasts, longer naps, sudden cravings.

𖹭 - Sevika notice before you did, She held your hand the moment the test turned positive, barely blinking, just whispering "Okay."

𖹭 - Your bump showed faster than expected, and so did the press commentary.

𖹭 - Many brands of luxury trying to get a piece of the cake, tried to surf on the hype of one of the biggest supermodels being pregnant, sending gifts 24/7.

𖹭 - You began being tagged in "before/after" photos on Instagram, which led you to delete the app and all your social media.

𖹭 - She rubs your back when you throw up and kisses your hair even when you smell like ginger, massage your feet, make your breakfast with help of chefs.

𖹭 - She kissed every new stretch, every soft swell. "You're making something holy", " isn't so graceful that you are bringing another life to this world?" she whispered in soft nights.

𖹭 - Time to time, you realise how much your image was built over validation and numbers everywhere; your height, your weight, how many calories you consumed per day, your number of followers, or even how many runaway shows you got to.

𖹭 - You spent most days on the terrace in robes, drinking ginger tea, reading books about motherhood, so did sevika.

𖹭 - She took over the kitchen. The first time she made soup, she FaceTimed her aunt. You sat on the counter and laughed for twenty minutes at the story of Sevika's short childhood.

𖹭 - Your baby came fast. The labour was simple, you felt bad about the mother beside your room that screamed for hours after you finished your labour, and Sevika was there, holding your hand the whole time, crying as you screaming of pain.

𖹭 - She held the baby first. Then she gave them to you like an offering, the little one was identical to Sevika's baby pictures, for a moment, you thought that the photos had materialised inside your womb.

𖹭 - You bled for weeks, and no one told you how lonely it would feel. The world celebrated the baby but forgot the woman who brought her into

𖹭 - You loved your baby. But sometimes, when the crying didn't stop, you had to put her down and sit on the floor, whispering "Please, please, please."

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- 𖹭 - 𖹭 - You stayed off the runway for five years. Not because you couldn't. But because you refused to miss her first laugh, her first tantrum, her first step, and all these things.

Some nights, you sat outside on the garden steps and asked the stars for forgiveness for not being glowing, grateful, or the best mom that your daughter deserved.

𖹭 - You and Sevika barely fight, but now you're in a bad mood almost all the time due to the lack of sleep and tiredness, you and she started having little fights till... they weren't little anymore. "I gave up My LIFE for this baby, Sevika! And what did you give up? Nothing! So don't tell me what to do with my daughter." After the fight, she kept silent and slept in the living room.

𖹭 - You cried almost all night that day, at midnight you went to see her awake with the strong brightness of the TV illuminating her face, by your expression she already knew that you were feeling guilty for the words so sharp as a knife earlier. "Lie here love, sleep on my lap, then we'll go to the bedroom, okay?"

𖹭 - Sevika posted photos rarely. The back of your baby's head. You're stirring soup. You asleep against her chest. Always faceless, always sacred, like the world doesn't deserve to see you and your baby.

𖹭 - Your child giggles uncontrollably when Sevika blows raspberries on her little and soft belly, and Sevika grows a habit of treating her like royalty. Some days, the little girl even chooses Sevika’s clothes for work.

𖹭 - The photo Sevika took of you sleeping with the baby on your chest became her phone background for a year ( she changed it for a photo when the little girl took her first steps, you looking at her like this 😮 )

𖹭 - The hate comments stopped mattering when you saw your child run to you, arms open, calling you "mama" and climbing into your lap.

𖹭 - Your daughter painted your nails with Sevika one lazy Sunday. She chose pink. Sevika let her paint hers too. The mess stayed on your hands all day.

𖹭 - You caught her once sitting on the nursery floor alone, staring at the toys. You asked what was wrong. She said, "I never had this. Not even close. I didn't know what it looked like until now." You kissed her temple and told her, "Now you're building it. That's the point." She didn't say anything, just pulled you into her lap and held you like she was grateful you ever existed.

𖹭 - When the fashion house begged you back, you almost said no. Until you looked at your daughter and thought, She should see what it looks like when her mother chooses herself, too.

𖹭 - You worked out until your legs shook, counted almonds, cried over a single croissant, habits thay you got when was just a teenager looking to follow your dreams career, and they're back. But you weren't chasing beauty, you were begging to feel like yourself again, before the world carved judgment into your skin. Sevika found you on the bathroom floor once, scale beneath your feet, and said, "No body is worth this war." But you were already deep in it.

𖹭 - You practice your walks again, more than satisfied when you notice that you still remember perfectly how you used to walk, that was already a part of you, was engraved on your brain—in a way you never forget

𖹭 - The first show you did after five years, you cried backstage. Sevika stood behind the curtain, hand on your shoulder. "You never stopped being a goddess," she said.

𖹭 - After the runway, you went straight home. You didn't want the afterparty. You just wanted to kiss your baby's forehead and check if she was fine.

𖹭 -Interviews started pouring in. You declined most. Until one day, you said yes. It was in your garden. Just two chairs, tea, and wind. The interviewer asked, "How are you so calm now?" You said, "Because I stopped needing approval, the only one I need is from my daughter."

𖹭 -You told her about the hate, the body talk, the way motherhood was romanticized and weaponized all at once. You and the interviewer cried. Not because you were broken. But because healing had finally arrived, The clip went viral. Not for drama. For its stillness.

𖹭 - Sevika watched the interview ten times. "You looked like the woman I fell in love with," she said with a big smile kissing your forehead

𖹭 - Every night, Sevika kissed you like it was the first time. Because in your softness, she found her strength, too.

𖹭 - You started hosting dinners with no phones. Just stories, music, and laughter. You read poetry again. You began to write your own.

𖹭 - When storms hit, Sevika insists you all sleep in the same bed. "Just in case," she says. In case of what, you're never sure. But you never fight it. You like the way she tucks the baby between you two, how her arm curls around both of you like you're precious cargo. You fall asleep to the sound of rain and Sevika's breath, like the world could end and you'd still be safe.

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SECOND CHANCE I

FIRST ENCOUNTER

Modern!Sevika x Chubby!Reader

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Contents: mentions of teenage pregnancy, slight mentions of homophobia, brief description of a motorcycle accident where Sevika lost her arm, age gap (Sevika is 40, reader is 22), I gave reader a name but it’s only mentioned once, heavy flirting.

Summary: Sevika decides to leave her shady life behind and moves across the globe with Anna, a friend from high school. Sevika is caught off guard by her attraction to you, Anna’s daughter.

A.N: This is the first part, a bit short but I have much more coming up… I feel the need to clarify that I placed this in Spain cause well, I live here lol. I have a full on backstory for Sevika that I’ll be sprinkling throughout. Also, I’m tagging the people who commented/rebloged my other post because I figured you would appreciate it. Enjoy!! @burntoutghost @vii-v @humbledaylily556 @ttsuvsworld @sevikaslatinawife @booksconsumeme @sevikaaaalover @shanesevikasfuckdoll

The sun was aggressive, slicing through the sky with no mercy. Sevika squinted against it, her sunglasses doing a piss-poor job of cutting through the glare bouncing off the white stone of Anna’s house. The sky was the kind of bright blue that felt offensive after countless hours on a plane with recycled air and a plastic tray of something that barely passed for chicken. 

Sevika stood on the uneven walkway leading up to the front door, sweat sticking her shirt to her back, the heat already settling in her bones like some kind of punishment. Her body was used to a different climate. A harsher one, where the heat came in waves, but never quite like this. This felt oppressive, almost suffocating.

The house itself was modest, weathered and alive in a way that felt foreign— potted plants wilting under the midday sun, laundry drying on the line, half-dry dishes stacked near an open window .The details were simple but somehow too much for her — too normal. The laundry, the dishes, the faint hum of life happening in every corner of the house. It felt so lived-in, so comfortably human, and Sevika couldn’t help but feel like an outsider, a stray dog caught on the wrong doorstep. Homey, in a way she couldn’t even remember.

Her throat felt dry, her chest tight. Maybe she was supposed to feel comforted. But all she felt was out of place. Before she could bring herself to knock, the door swung open. Anna's face appeared in the frame, warm and welcoming.

“There you are!”

Anna was older, but not much. The same laughter lines by her eyes, the same easy warmth in her expression that felt like a slap after the years of hard edges and cold glances Sevika had gotten used to. Her face was rounder now, her features softer, but her voice was the same. Her hair was pinned back in that same loose style Sevika remembered from high school, when they had both been different shades of unwanted. A teenage mom and a one armed lesbian. Hell of a pair back then. And there it was again, that jarring sense of time — Anna had moved on, grown into the woman she was meant to be. 

Anna’s arms opened wide, and before Sevika could think to sidestep, Anna was hugging her like it hadn’t been years since they stood in the same room. Sevika’s body went stiff out of habit, her arm hovering awkwardly before she finally gave in and patted Anna’s back with the flat of her palm. The motion was stiff, the touch too light, too careful. But the warmth of Anna’s hug seeped into her anyway, uninvited, like it had every other time. 

“You look like hell”Anna said, stepping back with a teasing grin that didn't quite hide the worry behind it. 

It was the kind of grin that made Sevika feel like Anna could see right through her. After all, she knew everything. Years of wrong choices and the time spent in prison. And still, Anna was welcoming her into her house like nothing had changed. 

“Flight was hell”Sevika grunted, her voice rough from too many cigarettes in airport smoking lounges. She hadn't realized how much she missed the sound of Anna’s laugh until she heard it again. 

Inside, the house smelled like coffee, sunscreen and something floral. The furniture did not match, the floors were clean but scuffed, there were photos crowding every shelf and sun-faded postcards pinned to the fridge. It was a house people lived in, not just passed through. A life built piece by piece, sunny and uneven.

It was too clean to Sevika’s comfort, too open. Like it hadn’t seen bad choices made at 3 a.m or fights over half empty baggies. This was a house for soft mornings and wine in the afternoon. Sevika’s boots felt too heavy on the tile floor, her presence too sharp for the soft world Anna had built here.

Then you walked in. Hair still damp, skin sun warm, bikini bright enough to hurt her eyes against curves Sevika couldn't help but notice. Thick thighs, soft belly, a body that took up space in the most unapologetic way. A body that commanded attention without trying. Sevika found herself frozen for a second, eyes trailing down the curve of your waist, the way your skin seemed to catch the light like it was made of something softer than anything she could touch.

You paused in the doorway, eyes flicking over Sevika with open curiosity, and for a split second, Sevika was caught off guard— exposed. She stood tall, her board frame catching your attention, tanned skin rippling with muscle beneath the faded sleeve of her t-shirt. Tattoos covered her visible arm, a labret piercing glinted beneath her asymmetrical lips.  Every inch of her felt like a statement, sharp against the softness of the room.

You turned to your mother, effortlessly switching into Spanish, assuming Sevika wouldn’t understand.

“No me esperaba que tu amiga estuviese tan buena”

I didn’t expect your friend to be so hot. 

In a different situation, Sevika might have felt a flash of pride. Her Spanish was rusty, but good enough to understand you. Instead, her brow twitched, a brief flicker of surprise crossing her face, but she didn’t say anything. Anna snorted, swatting at you with the back of her hand. But Sevika’s focus was already elsewhere, her mind replaying your words.

“Cállate”Anna said, but she was laughing. 

Sevika didn't react, even when you turned to face her again and gave her a slow, deliberate, onceover. It wasn’t the kind of look she was used to — it wasn’t hungry or mocking, just curious. You didn’t bother hiding your fascination. You looked at the scars, the empty sleeve, the worn lines of her face.  The silence between them stretched for a moment before you stuck out your hand.

“Hey”you said”I’m Angela”

Sevika took your hand without thinking. Your grip was confident, fingers soft but firm. You held on just a little longer than necessary, feeling her calloused hand against yours. 

“Sevika”she said, her voice low and flat. 

“Cool name”you said, smiling like you had already decided you liked her. 

The curiosity was still there. The half-sleeve where her arm should have been, the faded tattoos, the scars on her left side, her uneven lips. It was clear in the tilt of your head, the way your gaze lingered for just a fraction too long. There was no pity, just interest. 

Anna was talking, half distracted, explaining something about the shop and leaving Sevika to settle in. But you didn’t leave the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, watching her like you were trying to figure her out. You didn't even try to be subtle. Every time Sevika’s eyes looked your way, you shifted — stretching for something on the top shelf, the hem of your bikini bottoms slipping lower on your soft hips. You were showing off, making sure she saw every curve, every centimeter of soft skin.

And Sevika saw all of it. She liked big women — had always liked the way they filled her hands, her lap, the way they carried themselves. And you? You were a perfect example of it. Softness and confidence, wrapped into one. The way you moved, the way you bent just a little too far, making sure your ass caught her eye — it wasn’t an accident. It was deliberate. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you were doing it to draw her in. Sevika 's jaw tightened. She was too old for this. Too tired for games like that. But the thing was, she was already looking.

“Make yourself at home!”Anna’s voice called, her voice fading down the hall as the door clicked shut.

A mischievous grin appeared on your face as you reached for the sunscreen. You knew exactly what you were doing while you poured the creamy liquid over your body. You made a show of it. Fingers spreading the lotion across your skin, palms gliding down over your stomach, your hips, fingers teasing at the edge of your bikini bottoms. Just enough to make Sevika’s pulse hitch.

Sevika turned away. Too late. Her throat was dry, a flicker of heat creepin up her neck. When she glanced back, you were still watching her. Smirking, not even pretending to hide the satisfaction in your eyes

“Hey”you said, your voice all sugar and mischief”Can you help me with my back?”

“You can’t do it yourself?” Sevika asked, her eyes narrowed.

Her brow arched, but her feet were already moving, like her body had decided before her mind could stop it. 

“I could”you smiled, trying to look innocent”But you have a strong hands”

Sevika’s stomach tightened. She shouldn’t. You were too young. Anna 's daughter. She shouldn't feel this pull, shouldn’t want any of this. But she was already beside you, her hand slick with sunscreen, hovering just inches from your skin. 

Your back was warm under her palm, skin soft and smooth. Sevika’s fingers were rough where yours had been gentle. When her palm slid up between your shoulder blades, you made a low sound. Not quite a sigh, but close enough to make her fingers twitch, a reminder that this was no ordinary touch.

“Harder” you murmured, quiet but commanding.

You tipped your head to the side so you could watch her from the corner of your eye. Her fingers pressed down, kneading the sunscreen into your skin, sliding down the dip of your waist and over the curve of your hip. You arched into it, your body eager, seeking more. 

Sevika’s heart picked up its pace. It was hard to ignore your body so close to hers, they way you responded to her touch, like you needed it. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. But it was hard to fight when every inch of you seemed to beg for her hands.

“So strong… just as I like them”

Sevika’s fingers faltered just for a second before dragging back up your spine, slower this time. Her pulse was steady, heavy thud in her ears. You stayed still, letting her touch you, trusting her hand to find its way. Once your back was covered with lotion, Sevika pulled her hand away. Half relieved it was over, half wishing it hadn’t ended just yet. 

“Thanks, Sevika”you said, turning around. 

“Anytime” she replied, her voice forced to be flat. 

You smirked, walking away to find a towel and a pair of flip flops. You made sure to sway your hips, making your ass jiggle while Sevika’s eyes struggled to look away. But you knew she was watching, unable to look anywhere else.

“I’ll be down at the beach”you said”Join me if you are not too tired”

Then you were gone, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of sunscreen and the soft patter of your feet on the tile. Sevika exhaled slowly, running a hand down her face as if trying to shake off the feeling that had crept up on her. Reluctantly, she grabbed her bag, shoulders tight, and walked down the hallway. 

The guest room was small, but comfortable. Walls pale green, the window open to let the salt air drift in. There were fresh sheets on the bed, folded towels stacked on top of the dresser. Small kindnesses she didn't know how to accept. 

Sevika sat at the edge of the bed, her duffel bag slumped at her feet like a tired dog. Worn canvas, frayed at the seams. The zipper stuck halfway if she wasn’t careful. Everything she owned fit inside it. Forty years of life reduced to a few changes of clothes, a pack of smokes and some old, faded photos. 

Sometimes it felt like a failure, proof that she had fucked it all up. Letting her whole life shrink down to something she could carry with one hand. Other times, it felt like freedom. No furniture, no keys, no lease, no obligations or ties to anything. If she wanted to leave, she could be out the door in less than a minute. Better that way. 

Sevika bent down, unzipping the bag slowly. The faint scent of old leather and cigarette smoke curled up from inside, a scent that had been with her through more motel rooms than she cared to count. She dug through her clothes, bare essentials she had packed without thinking. 

At the bottom, under a rolled up hoodie, her fingers found a Polaroid. It was creased, the colors had faded. Anna’s smile is a little softer, Sevika’s teenage scowl a little blurrier. They were standing in front of Sevika’s old motorcycle, the one she’d rebuilt from scrap after her uncle’s buddy found it rusting in a junkyard. Anna, seventeen and pregnant, wearing a band tee that stretched over her growing belly. Sevika, sixteen, already tall and broad shouldered, her arm still intact, her hair in a messy mullet. The photo felt like another life, another version of herself. 

She left the photo carefully, fingers lingering for just a moment. Her hand automatically found the scar where her left arm used to be. The skin was thick, knotted, a patchwork of surgeries. She knew every ridge and dip, could map the damage with her eyes closed.  

The accident came back in pieces— the smell of burnt rubber, the sickening crack of bone, the grinding scrape of skin against asphalt. Blood everywhere, her helmet shattered, the world spinning in a blur of pain and terror. She never rode again after that. Losing the arm should have been enough, but it was the way people looked at her afterward that stuck with her. They either stared too long or couldn’t meet her eyes at all. The girl who was already a freak for being too butch, too loud about liking girls, had become something even worse: a cautionary tale. 

Anna was the only one of her friends who stayed by her side. Even pregnant, even scared, Anna still sat with her in the sterile quiet of the hospital room, snuck her smokes when the nurses weren’t looking. They’d both been outcasts, orbiting each other like misfit planets — Anna with her growing belly, Sevika with her missing arm. Nobody else wanted them, so they stuck together.

And now here they were, more than twenty years later. Anna with her sunlit house, her life stitched together with a thousand little comforts, and Sevika, with her duffel bag full of nothing, clinging to the past like it might slip through her fingers if she let it go. Sevika slipped the Polaroid into the drawer beside the bed. Out of sight, but not too far. Some things you don’t throw away, even when you probably should. 

The sound of laughter floated in through the open window. Your laugh, bright and teasing. It prickled under her skin, already too aware of the heat still lingerie on her palm from your bare back. Sevika leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her hand resting on her stomach. 

Forty years in a duffel bag. Better that way. Probably. But there was something different about this place. A softness in the air, a possibility she hadn’t let herself believe in years. For the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel like she was just running away.

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Getting turnt for my b day tho