𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓪

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[meamouraa]

🪼🌀𝓐𝓑𝓞𝓤𝓣 𝓜𝓔🌀🪼

𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔞 20 ѕнє/нєя 🇯🇲•🇨🇦 ⋆𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴⋆ 𝔀𝓵𝔀

𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇:

𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙖😛

𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬 (𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙀𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚?)

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masterlist

𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰:

𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 (𝙮𝙚𝙩?🤨) 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙙𝙮𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣🫤 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙘 𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙖:3

I also might write my random thoughts 🤷🏾‍♀️

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Dms: open!

[meamouraa]

Hey guys

Some of you may have noticed that I haven't posted any dabbles or fics in a while. The reason for that is because I’m depressed. Due to this, I've lost most of my motivation to write.

This isn't goodbye, but an explanation of why I've been gone for so long. I don't know when I’m coming back, but hopefully I will go back to writing soon.

See you later

[wiinterz]

woke up extra black today, nobody can tell me SHIT.

[miffyscakes]

PLS PLS PLSSSS WRITE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE FOR SEVIKA TO HAVE A SISTER OR BOTHER🙏🏾🙏🏾

no love like sibling love

synopsis: meeting sevika's siblings for the first time has been a scenario that played in your mind over and over again, and today that scenario is becoming a reality

warnings: au where sevika has siblings, established relationship, fluff

word count: 1.1k

a/n: guess who's back...!! (Ive been busy playing Pokemon)

"You good?" Sevika asks, her silver eyes locking on your own as the stressful outcomes in your mind quiet for a split second. You're standing in front of a wooden door that has prominent cracks that have been poorly covered by paint, the wooden door that leads to Sevika's childhood.

You had been dreading this day, putting it off for as long as possible. Not because you hadn't wanted to meet Sevika's siblings, but because you feared that they wouldn't like you. That they wouldn't approve of you and your relationship with Sevika.

"You'll be fine, baby," Sevika reminds, already aware of the horrific scenarios that are brewing in your mind. "As long as you don't fuckin' kill one of them or somethin' you're good." You stare up at your girlfriend, not feeling very fond of the jokes that she deems as humorous.

"Sorry," she sighs, taking a final drag of her cigar before throwing it onto the concrete flooring of her porch.

Sevika watches the ember die before grinding it out with her boot, then turns back to you. The humour drains from her face, replaced with something quieter—still sharp, still guarded, but real. She reaches for your hand, her grip solid, anchoring.

“Hey,” she murmurs, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I wouldn’t bring you here if I knew they didn't like you or if you didn’t matter.”

That lands heavier than any joke ever could.

The door creaks when she knocks—twice, firm, no hesitation—and the sound echoes down the narrow hall beyond. Voices follow. Familiar ones, rough around the edges, overlapping in a way that screams shared history. Sevika’s jaw tightens, a reflex she doesn’t bother hiding. For a split second, she looks younger. Smaller. Then the door swings open.

The smell of oil, old wood, and something fried but comforting hits you first.

A woman stands in the doorway, smaller built but scarred like Sevika, her similarly silver-coloured eyes softer and her hair goes past her shoulders. They flick to you, then back to Sevika, brows lifting.

“So,” she says slowly, “you finally brought someone.”

Sevika huffs, "don’t make it weird, Sakhi.”

Sahki's gaze lingers on you again—assessing, not unkind, but thorough. “You must be the one who keeps her from starting fights in public.”

You open your mouth, then pause, choosing honesty over nerves. “I try, doesn’t always work.”

That earns a bark of laughter from somewhere deeper in the house, and even Sevika’s lips twitch despite herself. Sakhi steps aside, "come in, then. Anyone who Sevika drags home after all these years is at least worth a meal.”

As you cross the threshold, Sevika leans in close, her voice low, meant only for you. “See?” she mutters. “Told you.” You roll your eyes and follow alongside Sevika to the kitchen.

"Good first impression you made there Samair," Sakhi says as she hits a man across the head. "Sevika comes home after Janna knows how long, and you're over here in the kitchen."

"Okay, well someone had to make sure the food didn't burn," Samair mutters. "Fuck you—"

Sevika clears her throat, clearly trying to get her two younger siblings to get it together. "You two can fight after we eat."

"Yes ma'am," Sakhi mocks, holding her hand up to her forehead in a saluting manner. "Samair, be a good host and set up the table won't you?"

"Why don't you do it? You've just been picking up spoonfuls of the fuckin' biryani, fatass," he mutters, the sound of vegetables hitting the oil that covers the pan.

"You're so imma—"

"I can do it," you cut Sakhi off, trying to lessen the awkward feeling that's begun to bubble within your stomach. "It's no trouble for me."

Sahki pauses mid-insult, eyes flicking to you like she’s just remembered you're here and it's not just another day. For a beat, the kitchen goes quiet except for the hiss of oil in the pan.

Then she grins.

“Oh, look at that,” she says, nudging Samair with her elbow. “She's got manners. Sevika, where the hell did you find this gem?”

“Found her mindin’ her own business,” Sevika replies flatly. “Like you should, Sakhi.”

Samair snorts but slides a stack of chipped plates toward you anyway. “Careful with those,” he says. “They’re older than me. If you couldn't tell by the cracks that look like the wrinkles on Sevika's face.”

You take them with a small smile, trying not to laugh at the humorous remark.

As you move around the cramped kitchen, setting the table that’s seen better decades, you can feel it—the way their eyes track you. Not hostile. Curious. Protective in that sharp, Zaunite way that looks like judgment until you get used to it. Sevika stays close, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, watching you like she’s ready to step in if anyone breathes wrong.

You don’t miss how she relaxes, just a fraction, when Sakhi starts talking again—this time about something random, something loud, something normal.

“So,” Sakhi says, dropping into a chair, “how’d you meet her?”

Sevika shoots her a look, “you don’t gotta—”

“Thank you for asking,” you say quickly, glancing at Sevika before meeting Sahki’s gaze. “She tried to intimidate me at the Last Drop. It didn’t work.”

Samair laughs outright at that, nearly sloshing oil over the side of the pan, "that tracks.”

Sevika clicks her tongue. “I did not, and even if I did it worked.”

“You absolutely did,” you reply, softer, fond. “and it very much didn't work."

For a moment, Sevika looks at you like she’s forgotten there are other people in the room. The edge in her expression dulls, replaced by something warmer, something unguarded. Sakhi notices. Of course she does.

“Huh,” she murmurs. “Guess you’re real, then.”

Dinner’s chaotic. Loud. There’s arguing over who ate the most meat, who never does the dishes, whose fault it was that the chair is still broken. At some point, Samair flicks rice at Sakhi, Sakhi threatens to stab him with a fork, and Sevika shuts it down with one look that stills the whole table.

You eat. You listen. You laugh when it feels right. When Sevika’s hand finds your knee under the table, squeezing once, grounding, you smile.

Later, after plates are stacked and voices drift toward the other room, Sakhi lingers by the sink with you. “She doesn’t bring people here,” she says quietly, not looking at you. “Not like this.”

You nod, “I know.”

Sakhi finally meets your eyes, something serious settling there. “Take care of her.”

You smile, “I am, don't worry.”

From the doorway, Sevika watches the exchange, unreadable as ever. But when you turn back to her, she gives you a small nod—approval, maybe.

Or relief.

It's unknown to you.

Either way, when she slips her arm around your shoulders and pulls you into her side, it feels like you belong.

taglist: @freakyjorker @poeticrenaissance @girlsngearboxes @meamouraa @riotstemple29 @beewives @bruisedbabydeer @joyispunk @ellabslover @minasdiaryxx @strawwbby @hadesboneyard @whimsicalsanctuaryinsight @lonerslug @stacysmom102 @gigibeex @blessupblessup @qqueenpprincee @whotfisthatsblog @oatmatchalatte @callmeazu

[lonerslug]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY RAHHHHHHH

girl u could’ve told me earlier!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYY AMOURA! 🥳 u turning 19 or 20 this year?

[meamouraa]

THANK UU

[kaitlyn-mazer]

I’m just going to leave this here :)

I’m in love with Sevika and I wish there was more merch for her ❤️

[meamouraa]

Modern!Sevika the type of person who has like 71249267229 unopened emails on her phone because she’ll open them “eventually”

[willgrahamscock]

what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

[tulipesfairy]

Sevika being the kind of girlfriend to look at you during an intimate scene in a movie with a raised eyebrow and a smirk and you immediately burst out laughing at how ridiculous it is (she does that all the time because as cringe as she thinks it is, she loves knowing it makes you laugh)

[wonderlanderings]

Ten songs I’ve been listening to lately 🎧

The Wedding Song [Reneé Rapp]

Hemingway [girl in red]

LA PAURA DEL BUIO [Maneskin]

L'Amour Looks Something Like You [Kate Bush]

Fool [Djo]

Sun [Two Door Cinema Club]

First Time [Hozier]

Seven Wonders [Fleetwood Mac]

Eleven Eleven [Conan Gray]

Lovers (Live A Little Longer) [ABBA]

Tagged by my love @abitchyouhate <3 No pressure tags: @sweetpeapod, @spider-starry, @daisyjonesgf, @alloftheimagines, @stevesgother, @remussbitch, @chaotic-ppeach, @everlovingdolly, @thecreelhouse

[alloftheimagines]

I love me a tag game!

1. the hand / annabelle dinda

2. impose / bad omens

3. fantastic / king princess

4. in my room / julia wolf

5. wildflower / billie eilish

6. specter / bad omens

7. the line / tøp

8. I told you things / gracie abrams

9. what could have been / sting

10. always gonna happen like this / poesy

no pressure tags: @justanotherabbystan @lilredbird101 @littlelittlebear @sweet-lover-girl @igbwxoxo @vampgfrnd

[littlelittlebear]

AWWW YAY I MISSED THIS ABOUT MOOTS

1. sunday by moonpools and caterpillars

2. boys do fall in love by robin gibb

3. stargazer by rainbow

4. .... just around the riverbend from pocahontas it's so good yall

5. wolf by big thief

6. miss tomorrow by cheap trick

7. OMG don't fight it by kenny loggins this should be first

8. my wild love by the doors

9. have you ever been to electric ladyland by jimi hendrix

10. tubthumping by chumbawamba (it's finals season i need to get up again, youre never gonna bring me down)

@mym00ngirl @kotabutch @cryptidfl1rt @luckiestangel777 @orchidprincesss @hersuniverse @fathergore PUT YOU BACK, CHIEF🖖

no biggie tags! Im procrastinating 🩷

[orchidprincesss-deactivated2025]

thank you for tagging me 🥺

1. 10s - khim, limba

2. don’t kill the party - ty dolla $ign, juicy j, quavo

3. no fair - ari abdul, ella boh

4. FaSHioN - cortis

5. nobody’s girl - tate mcrae

6. anything but love - tate mcrae

7. bite marks - ari abdul

8. slow it down - aj vitanza

9. 444 - highvyn

10. slow down - chase atlantic

tagstags: @h0neymiel @usuck @sunflowerwinds @mwahbabe @grotesquevi @bruhshelifts @requiemdesreves

[requiemdesreves]

thanks for the tag, babe!!!

(going off what spotify says, ’cause my brain isn’t recalling anything right now)

Moon river - Frank ocean

Amado mío - Mon Laferte

Humble - Kendrick Lamar

Wake me up - Twice

A BOY IS A GUN* - Tyler, The creator

Chulo pt.2 - Bad Gyal, Tokischa, Young Miko

Perdóname - La factoría, Eddy Lover

Strategy (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) - Twice

Otra noche de llorar - Mon Laferte

Te juro que te amo - Los terrícolas

as you can probably see, my music taste is a very poorly made stir-fry of genres 😭

tags: @meamouraa, @mairisms, @mskhlo, @abbyswh0re, @asteri-x, @notlinearr, @myrlovesstuff

[meamouraa]

Thanks for tagging me😛

1. ATM - Jihyo

2. Dancing through life - wicked soundtrack

3. OMG - new jeans

4. Automatic - red velvet

5. Something - Nayeon

6. New days - Jihyo

7. Ma meilleure ennemie - arcane soundtrack

8. Girl - Chaeyoung

9. The greatest - Bille Eilish

10. L’amour de ma vie- Billie Eilish

tags: @mairisms

[meamouraa]

Does anyone have any recommendations for long chapter fics to read about sevika👀

[tulipesfairy]

—you haven’t changed much. (sevika x reader)

synopsis: Sevika swore she’d never come back to that city, but after a boring contract with a really interesting and big pay in the end, she needs a drink and go to a familiar bar, and then runs into you: the anxious quiet girl she only ever talked to on her cigarette breaks.

cw: modern au, ‘friends’ to strangers to friends again, flirting soooo much around a beer and low music, swearing just a few times, teasing reader, flustered sevika!! tw: mention of weight gain ! slight mention of past ed ! chubby reader ! we love dialogues, fluff and so much tease and warmth, this one is so long, love you fairies 💐

The city hasn’t changed, which is exactly what pisses her off. Well, a lot of things piss her off, but being back here is the worst.

Same cracked sidewalks, same endless traffic because there’s always roadworks like the city can’t survive by itself a Monday morning.

In the said endless traffic, Sevika leans against her seat in her car. Her jaw tight, sunglasses sliding down her nose as she bitterly looks at the block where she used to take the bus to school. Her fingers drum against the steering wheel, too slow for impatience but also too fast for calm.

She shouldn’t have taken this contract. She knows that. But the firm needed her, her boss needed her, and the deal is good enough to make anyone accept to take care of this without a second thought.

Her father lives ten minutes away. She knows because nothing changed since she escaped that damn place. Funny, it’s like the city’s mocking her.

She’s here for two days, and there’s no scenario where she goes back to him. Even just to sleep in her teenage bed for a night and disappear once again.

Does he even still have her teenage room or did he get rid of it when she ran away? Anyway, who cares. She doesn’t need an answer.

Instead she booked a simple and tiny Airbnb at the edge of town. One night, just long enough to get the work done and get the hell out of here. It’s one of those renovated lofts with ridiculous fake plants, brick walls, and definitely too much personality for someone like her who’s only there to sleep and nothing else.

But it’s good as it is, and she can drink her deadly-strong coffee black. That’s all she needs.

When she drops her bag by the door, the tension in her shoulders doesn’t ease. It’s dark outside, she’s hit by exhaust and bitter nostalgia, and all she wants to do is to fall asleep and go back to her flat already. So she does, she falls asleep fast enough, being ready to face the next day simply because she has no other choice.

The meeting goes exactly how she expected. It’s boring, way too polite, so long she feels like it’ll never end. She usually likes her job: it’s satisfying, thrilling because she knows the reward in the end, she knows her power and her place. But not today, not here.

Sevika sits through it, nodding at the right times, shaking hands when she has to… not fake laughing at bad jokes like the other, though. And she’s almost mentally writing her resignation letter because damn that’s so boring.

By the time she’s out of there, she’s starving for something… not food, of course. The sunlight is punishing because it’s too harsh, her patience is nonexistent. Four in the afternoon feels like midnight in her head.

She doesn’t want caffeine or sugar or whatever pastel nonsense the new cafés are selling now. She wants a drink.

She drives to the old bar. The sign is still flickering, same dull neon yellow she remembers. The windows are cleaner than in her memory, there’s no loud music so early in the afternoon, it’s calm.

The smell of beer, smoke, and old wood hits her like a punch to the chest, some memories she didn’t ask for crowding in without permission. She used to spend so many nights there, no one asking for her ID, just letting her in to forget the life she shouldn’t have at a young age.

She takes a sit in the back corner, near the window. The beer is cold and sweating, the cigarette burns just right between her fingers, and her laptop is open on the table, just something to keep her hands busy so she doesn’t start brooding too obviously, choosing to type nonsense into a half-finished report because it feels better than staring at the wall and the faces of the people passing by the window.

The bell over the door jingles, faint and completely forgettable. She doesn’t look up, people come and go, the bar has always had that rhythm.

Then she can catch the sound of heels. Light, confident. The bar owner’s voice suddenly sounds warmer than usual as he’s greeting whoever just walked in.

Sevika keeps her eyes on the screen, keeps typing because she doesn’t care who comes in and out. But then the voice answers.

She freezes mid-keystroke.

That voice… she recognizes it from somewhere. She blinks, slow, as her head lifts, almost against her will.

There you are. Different, softer. Your smile is wider than what she remembers, and she thinks your hair falls longer around your face.

There’s a fullness to you that wasn’t there before: curves that weren’t there at all before, a confidence that glows like good sunlight.

You look happy.

And Sevika, despite herself, can’t look away. She accidentally thinks,

Pretty. You’re pretty.

She sweeps the thought away as fast as it came, dragging her gaze back to the laptop screen. Stupid. It’s been years. You’re just someone from her high school. You weren’t even friends. Nothing more.

But funny enough, she’s not even pretending to work anymore as she hears your voice and actually listen.

The screen is a black and white blur of text she stopped reading five minutes ago, Arial font and size 11 letters frozen in neat lines like they’re waiting for her to keep writing. Whatever report she opened… it’s gone, because her brain has been unplugged.

You’re talking to the bar owner, animated. It’s strange, Sevika doesn’t remember your voice being… that bright. Maybe she just forgot how warmth sounds.

She looks, she can’t not look. She tells herself she’s just being observant, but she’s lying, and she knows it.

You have changed, and it’s not subtle, not hidden. You’ve gained weight: soft, beautiful weight that looks so right on you. Thick thighs, a rounder stomach, softer arms, and that—

oh, no. Nope, not going down there. Come on, what did you think ? She’s not a perv.

Her gaze drops anyway.

Shit.

Okay, fine. Maybe she’s a perv... But not that much. She swears.

She taps at her keyboard again with one hand, the other holding her her cig, just for the sound, fingers moving over nonsense letters. Just empty words to make it look like she’s busy and totally not staring at you like she’s a teenager with hormones and bad decisions again.

But then.

You turn casually, mid-laugh, mid-conversation. No reason at all, mindlessly really, until your eyes catch hers.

You both blink.

For a second, neither of you moves. Sevika is half ready to drop her gaze, pretend she didn’t see, play it cool. But then your smile widens, actually widens, like you just found something funny in the middle of the day.

And then you wave. And then you start walking toward her.

Sevika doesn’t know what to do. Her brain’s lagging. By the time she processes the fact that you’re actually walking toward her, your heels already click halfway across the bar floor.

Too fast. Or maybe just normal, but to her, right now, it’s too damn fast.

Her fingers twitch in something that’s supposed to be a wave, but it comes out more like a half-glitch, a sort of a weird little flex of nerves of her hand that she immediately regrets because it’s ridiculous.

You don’t make it weird though, not sure if you even acknowledge it, you just smile, easy and open and stop beside her table. “Hey,” you say, voice light. “How’ve you been?”

She blinks slow as the cigarette still hangs between her fingers, forgotten. “I, uh…” Her voice comes out rougher than she meant. “Yeah, good. You?”

You laugh, low and bright, shaking your head. “Better than ever.”

It hits her like a blurry déjà vu from the last seat of a classroom. The way your smile scrunches your nose a little, the casual way you lean a hip against the table. It’s too easy to remember you like this, even though she shouldn’t. She doesn’t even know why she does.

Because back in high school she barely knew you. A few short talks, five minutes here, ten there… outside the back doors where she would sneak a smoke and you would sneak air in the middle of class, too much anxiety in your body to bear. You weren’t supposed to be out there, and she wasn’t supposed to be either. But somehow, you talked. Small things: weather, teachers, dumb people.

You looked at her like she wasn’t someone to be avoided, and she thought you were cute. That was all. A hello in the hallway, a few curious looks that never went anywhere.

And now… here you are again.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, the corner of her mouth tugging up. “It shows.”

You look older, sure, you both do: but it’s more than that. You feel older, your shoulders set differently, your smile sits easier on your face. There’s peace where there used to be so much tension and anxiety, from what you would tell her at that time. There’s confidence in the way you shift your weight from heel to heel, even as your fingers fidget just slightly.

You blink, then laugh again, small and genuine. “So… what are you doing in town?” you ask after a beat, hesitant. “Haven’t seen you in years— oh but you look busy, sorry, I should—”

“No.” She cuts you off. “I’m not.” She glances at her laptop like it should help her when it doesn’t even try. “Don’t even know what I’m writing anyway.”

You grin, and it’s ridiculous how warm her chest feels at that.

“I work for a comms firm now,” she adds, leaning back, cigarette still burning lazily between her fingers. “Came back for a contract. A good one.”

“Sounds important,” you tease.

Sevika snorts softly. “borin’ as hell.”

You laugh again, and somehow she doesn’t feel like she needs an other drink.

It hits her mid-sentence that she haven’t even asked you what you’ve been up to. You just asked her right away so naturally like you were actually interested and she just gave her stupid corporate answer. The realization makes her frown, more at herself than anything else.

She clears her throat. “So. What about you?”

You blink, surprised by the sudden question. “Me?”

“Yeah,” she says, “What are you doin’ here? In town.”

You light up. “Oh! After we graduated I went to college about an hour away. Hated the city, though. Too big, too loud. Missed this old place.” You shrug, grinning. “So I came back after my degree. I work at Zaun’s hospital now.”

That makes her look up. “Hospital?”

“Mhm.” You nod, proud in a quiet way. “I’m a nurse. Psych department. It’s… intense sometimes, but I love it.”

There’s a pause, not awkward but full. Sevika studies you again, because again, it’s miles from the anxious girl who used to sneak outside for air.

“Sounds like something that fits you,” she says finally. She takes a drag from her cigarette, exhales through her nose.

That earns her another smile for you, warm and genuine.

You shift on your feet again, making her understand that you’re clearly not planning to stay long, but Sevika doesn’t like the way that possibly feels so before she can think better of it, she jerks her chin toward the empty chair across from her.

“Sit.” She says, trying to not make it sound like a command but also hoping you’re going to listen.

You blink. “Are you sure? I can—”

“Yeah,” she says, voice firmer this time. “Sit.”

You do. Carefully at first, like you’re not sure if you’re intruding even if she told you it was fine, but you sit in front of her.

Then, trying to play it off Sevika points her chin toward your empty hands. “Can I get you something?”

You tilt your head. “You’re offering to buy me a drink?”

“Seems fair,” she says, lazy half-smile tugging at her lips. “You did all the talking.”

You look at her for a few seconds, long enough before that soft smile returns. “I did not. But… Okay,” you say finally, light, easy. “Sure.”

The drink comes, a beer that matches hers, just colder and both sweating on the table. You tilt your head, that familiar spark lighting up behind your eyes.

“Can I just say,” you start, “it’s kinda surprising you ended up in communication.”

Sevika hums, side-eyeing you over her bottle. “Why’s that?”

You grin. “Because if I remember correctly… you used to communicate mostly with your fists.”

Sevika snorts, the sound rough and amused all at once. “Didn’t change much,” she admits. “Just have to keep it quiet now or they’ll fire me.”

That makes you laugh again. It’s so unguarded and alive, so peaceful. You were never like that before. She remembers you small, hunched over your anxiety, words hesitant and smiles rare.

“guess some things change right?” she says, quieter this time.

You lean on your elbows, chin propped on your hand. “You haven’t, though.”

Sevika’s brows lift, a dry little smile tugging at her mouth. “Neither have you.”

That earns her a knowing look and a raised brow, the corners of your lips curling with mock disbelief. “Liar.”

“What—” She groans, realizing exactly where that went. “No, I didn’t—shit.” She drags the heel of her hand, the one holding her cigarette, across her forehead. “That’s not what I meant.”

You chuckle, a low and warm sound that makes her shoulders ease despite herself like a warm blanket on her back. “Relax. I’m teasing you.”

She exhales through her nose, muttering, “Yeah, well. You’re cruel.”

“I’m funny,” you correct, smirking.

She looks at you for a beat longer than she should, smoke curling from her cigarette as the seconds stretch between you.

Then, before she can talk herself out of it, she says, “You look good.” It slips out easy, honest.

You blink, lips parting slightly, surprise softening your features. Then you smile again, slower this time. “Thanks, Sev.”

Neither of you is rushing, the rhythm is lazy and strangely familiar considering you barely knew each other in highschool. The reason why she remembers you and is so affected is still a mystery.

Sevika leans back in her chair. “So, why nursing?” she asks after a while through the conversation. “I could’ve sworn you applied for… architecture or something.”

You glance up, a spark of surprise flickering before your mouth curves into a grin. “Oh, yeah,” you say lightly, “because I was a patient.”

Wow.

Sevika freezes, mid-drag. She blinks once, twice, and her entire brain short-circuits. Then her hand comes up, pressing against her face as she exhales, voice low. “Janna—I don’t even know if im supposed to laugh or not.”

Your laugh bursts out instantly, bright and mischievous. “You can laugh! That’s why I said it, Sev.”

She lowers her hand, still watching you cautiously like you’re a monster about to attack her. Seriously, what’s your problem. “You sure?”

“I’m sure,” you say, grinning. “I’m good now.”

You take another sip, set your bottle down carefully and you lean a bit closer across the table, arms crossed in front of you on the table, not guarded but in a more comfortable position.

“After graduation I spent the summer in Zaun’s psych ward,” you say. No drama, no tension. Just facts, softened by time. “I hid an eating disorder for years. Thought I was good at it.” A wry smile flickers on your face. “My parents found out, and, well. Let’s just say it took longer than a summer break.”

You shrug, eyes flicking toward the window, “But I got help. Gained weight I needed, then more than I needed. And… I just never lost it.”

There’s a pause but it’s not heavy with something sad underneath. You smile again, easy and sure. “I’m happier now. Healthier. It’s nice to be able to eat cake without having a meltdown.”

Sevika’s watching you quietly. Not staring, but seeing you in a way she hasn’t before because she never knew. The words hit her like a gentle punch, something… proud and tender all at once. You say it so simply, without shame.

She huffs softly, more like an exhale than a laugh. “You sound at peace.”

You tilt your head, smile stretching your lips faintly. “Yeah. I am.”

You’re twirling what’s left of your drink instead of drinking it, tracing the rim or the bottle with one finger without realizing, when your gaze flicks back to her. There’s a kind mischief there now, something playful.

“Dare I say,” you start, tone light but eyes steady, “you look good too. Jokes aside.”

Sevika raises a brow, mouth twitching. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, slow, deliberate, your gaze drifting down before you even realize it. “And… Way more muscular, actually.”

Your eyes linger on her shoulders, broad and solid under her suit jacket, polite enough to not linger on the very center of her upper chest. There’s a quiet kind of awe in the way you look at her, like you didn’t mean to notice but did anyway.

Sevika snorts, lifting her beer. “Never stopped fighting,” she says simply. “Didn’t stop the gym either.”

You hum, your eyes flicking down toward the cold cigarette left forgotten in the ashtray now. “Didn’t stop smoking, either,”

“Please,” she says, voice dry but amused. “I smoke like a dragon. Probably breath fire in my sleep.”

You laugh, soft and real, and she finds herself laughing too. It feels good and:.. effortless. Like the two of you have shaken off the ghosts of high school without even trying. She’s not the angry kid hiding from authority because she has too much problems at home and you’re not the anxious girl hiding from yourself. You’re both just two adults sharing a table.

She lifts her bottle again, and as she tips it back, gravity pulls her sleeve up a little, just enough to flash a glimpse of silver on her wrist.

You see it immediately.

“You’re kidding me,” you gasp, eyes wide, pointing without shame.

“What?” Sevika blinks mid-sip, half-frowning.

“The watch,” you say, scandalized. “Can I see it?”

She’s caught off guard for a second, your genuine interest and excitement disarming her. She could say no, she definitely could lean back and keep that little distance, but she doesn’t.

Instead she sets her beer down and extends her arm across the table.

“Go ahead,” she murmurs.

Her skin brushes the wood as her hand reaches toward you, wrist exposed, sleeve pulled back just enough.

You lean in, closer than before, fingers careful as you take her wrist, tilting it toward the light. The metal catches the glow, cool, sleek, expensive.

“Wow,” you murmur. “I don’t even wanna know the price of this thing. These contracts must be good good.”

Sevika huffs out a low chuckle, the sound barely more than a rumble in her chest. “Yeah,” she admits. “They’re good.”

She’s not looking at the watch, she’s looking at you: at your face tilted down toward her wrist, hair around your cheeks, eyes soft with admiration and a focus that makes her feel at peace.

“It’s insane,” you go on, tracing the edge of the watch, your fingertip brushing her skin with every movement. “Looks heavy and so cool. Looks good on you. Would probably look like a cinder block on me, though.”

You laugh under your breath, and she can’t even manage a smirk because she’s too busy trying not to think about how warm your touch feels and how close her wrist is to your body.

Then she sees the ring. Simple, gold with a little stone gleaming under the light. And for a second, something inside her shifts. It’s not jealousy, just a small stupid ache she didn’t see coming, like disappointment. Definitely a little disappointment.

“Nice ring,” she says before she can stop herself. It comes out flater than she meant, clearly closer to annoyed than curious.

You blink, startled, head snapping up. “Oh! No, I’m not—I mean, I don’t—” You hold up your hand quickly, flustered. “That’s just a ring.”

Sevika frowns, smirking a short beat later, lazy and faintly amused. “Why’re you clarifyin’?”

“What?”

“I just said it was a nice ring,” she says, leaning back, voice smooth and teasing now, the tension in her jaw melting into a grin. “That’s all.”

You blink again, then laugh. A quick and surprised sound that slips out of you like a reflex. “Oh. I mean… just didn’t want you to think anything.”

She tilts her head, watching you with a look that’s all quiet mischief and sharp amusement. “Didn’t think you were into girls,” she murmurs.

You stare at her for a second, eyes flicking down, a smile twitching at your lips that you try to hide but fail. Then your eyes flick up again.

“Because you’re into boys, right?” you say, casual as a knife. “Always have been.”

Sevika snorts so hard she almost chokes. “Love boys,” she says, tone flat, eyes deadpan, lips curling in disgust. “They’re my favorite.”

That makes you burst into laughter, the sound spilling out light and bright and echoing just enough in the dim corner of the bar. You rest your chin in your hand, smiling at her.

You lean in slightly, voice lowering. “Since we’re both adults now:.. years later, can I ask you something?”

Sevika groans, already anticipating it. “Go ahead.”

Your grin turns sly. “That Friday night. The rugby match.”

Oh no. “You’re not starting with that.” She immediately says.

“I am.” You’re grinning wider now, delighted by her reaction. “Was it true? The thing with the cheerleader in the changing room?”

Sevika stares at you, then lets out a low disbelieving laugh, rubbing a hand over her face. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! You shake your head, eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity. “I remember hearing people talk about it for weeks. I mean, come on, years later, I have to know.”

Sevika leans back in her chair, half smirking, half trying to keep a straight face. “Can’t believe that rumor survived.”

“So it was true?” you push, smiling like you already know the answer but want to hear it from her.

Sevika pauses, thinking about it: about that stupid night, the sweat and adrenaline of a win, the crowd yelling outside, the blur of too many teenage mistakes she doesn’t usually revisit. Years later, it’s almost funny.

“Let’s just say,” she says finally, that low gravelly humor you can hear through her voice, “it wasn’t as crazy as people made it sound.”

You gasp dramatically, grinning. “That’s not a no.”

“Yeah, well,” she mutters, picking up her beer again, “I was seventeen, don’t blame me.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “you sound like an old lady already.”

“Feel like one too,” she says, deadpan.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, the faintest ghost of a grin tugging at your mouth as the memory resurfaces. “I remember no one even knew which cheerleader it was, they had theories on each of them.” you say, amusement sparkling at every word. “Everyone had a different theory. I thought it was impossible anyway. All of them looked way too straight.”

Sevika exhales a laugh through her nose, slow and low. “Come on. You look straight.”

You blink. One heartbeat, two. “Okay,” you say, tone flat and mock-offended, “I’m sorry for bringing up high school rumors, but there’s no need to insult me.”

Her smirk shifts into a laugh that reaches her eyes, head dropping a little as she mutters, “My bad. Took it too personally.”

You tilt your head, still smiling, still looking at her like you’re trying to see whether she’ll keep pretending this isn’t what it’s becoming. “We don’t all look like what we like,” you say lightly, voice so teasing and meaning no one can mistake her for a straight woman.

That gets her because she knows what you mean, and Sevika’s mouth twitches, the cigarette still in the ashtray and untouched. “Yeah,” she says, “some people do. Some don’t.”

She leans back, arm slung across the back of her chair. The sleeve of her suit tugs just enough to reveal the line of muscle beneath the cuff. “‘think people knew better than to ask me back then,” she adds after a long beat. “Rumors are fine until someone’s dumb enough to repeat them to your face.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I get why no one bothered you, you were terrifying.”

“Still am,” she says.

You hum, unconvinced. “No. You’re too soft-spoken now.”

“Don’t test it.”

It’s teasing, but the way her eyes drag over your face isn’t. It lingers, and you both start to realize and accept that’s not just a beer around a table and kind conversations. It’s more than that.

You take another sip, finishing it completely, the beer catching the light on your lip. “You never corrected any of the rumors though.”

Sevika’s voice dips, rough and amused. “Why would I ruin everyone’s fun?”

You laugh quietly. “You’re right, that’s funnier that way. I know the truth now though.”

You toy with your sleeve for a second before asking, voice careful, “So… are you staying in town or”

Sevika’s mouth opens before her brain catches up. She hesitates. “No,” she says finally, and she sounds more reluctant than she means to. “Booked an Airbnb for the night. I’m heading back home tonight.”

You nod, looking down, thumb tracing the rim of your bottle. “Right. Of course. Work trip. You told me that already.”

She watches you for a long second, her jaw tight and there it is: disappointment again. Funny enough ,for someone who’s been counting the hours to leave this city, she really doesn’t like the idea of actually leaving now.

“Shit,” she mutters under her breath, checking her phone and grimacing at the time. “I really have to go. Two-hour drive and I’ve got to be up early tomorrow.”

You smile, small but real. “Always responsible, huh?”

“Don’t think I’m professional or anything,” she says dryly, collecting her things.

You laugh quietly, reaching for your bag too. Before she can say something, anything, you’re already saying it for her.

“Hey, so…,” you start, voice lighter now, eyes searching hers, “we should… stay in touch. If you want.”

Sevika stares at you for a second, the faintest smile tugging at her mouth. “Yeah,” she says, feigning being casual. “Yeah, I want.”

You grin as you’re slipping your phone from your pocket, the glow from the screen lighting your face. “Good.” You swap numbers, fingers brushing again as you hand the phone to her.

When she finally stands, she doesn’t want to. You both linger at the door, neither quite ready to end it.

“Drive safe,” you say, you’re voice kind and softer.

“Always do.”

You tilt your head, skeptical. “Liar.”

“You going back home too?”

“Yeah, I live down the street, I’m not driving crazy like you.”

Sevika chuckles, stepping back with a lazy confidence of hers “Guess you’ll have to text me and make sure I made it home then.”

You roll your eyes but you’re smiling wide. “Yeah, I guess I will.”

In her car, ready to go because she has no choice, Sevika realizes something she hasn’t in a long time… she actually wants to come back.

@kittyic3 🧚‍♀️💐

[meamouraa]

I LOVE THIS AHHH!!!

[meamouraa]

Could you maybe write something about Sevika helping reader take her braids out and the just a day in the life, her taking care of reader. 😊

Ofc! what a cute request😋

‧₊˚ Hair day ‧₊˚

tags: modern *kinda* au, reader has braids, reader is probably black, sevikas a little sassy, softmasc!sevika, fluff, (not proof read)

୧ ‧₊˚ reader is about to take out their hair when sevika come home and offers a hand

gf!sevika x fem!reader

Word count: 0.6k

It’s been a few weeks since you got your braids done, so it’s finally time to take them out.

you’ve kinda been avoiding taking them out, just because of how long the whole process takes.

although you don’t want to, you know you have to. you get up and get all the things you need to take you hair out.

you set your self up in your living room in front of your tv so your at least entertained while you tackle your hair.

you sit down on the couch and just as your about to start taking in out, you hear sevika’s keys opening the door.

“hey, I’m home” she says as she pushes the door open.

“hi baby! your home early” you said while getting up from the couch and give her a kiss. you break the kiss and ask “How was work?”

“mm, it was fine. not too much happened today, silco let me go early” she says after you kissed her.

“what about you? What did u do today?” She asked you

“well.. I was just about to take out my hair” you say as you sigh

sevika breathes in through she teeth “it’s that time already?”

“yup..” you say as you rub your hand over your forehead

“you need help?” She asked you

“oh Janna, that would be a big help, yes please!” You say with pleading eyes

“of course babe. She says before kissing your forehead. “Just lemme get changed”

“okay!” You answered before giving her another kiss

A few minutes have past and sevika walks out of your shared bedroom in her usual, a tank top and sweat pants.

“You ready baby?” She says as she walks out

“yup” you answered while patting the couch so she sits next to you

As sevika sits down, she pulls you closer to her lap so you can rest your head on it

“so where do you want me to start?” She asked

“Well, we can start with cutting the ends. It’ll be faster if we cut where my real hair end.” you say as you pick up the remote to find something to watch

“Not too high though, I have new growth.” you tell her still picking through a show to watch

“alright, so right here?” She shows you where she’s gonna cut it.

“A little lower”

“Here?”

“A bit lower”

“here??”

“lowerrr-”

“okay, babe.” She sighs “we both know your hair is not that long.”

Yes it is!! I have new growth!” You exclaimed and pointed to where she should cut it

“Right here, baby” you pointed to basically the end of the braid “I’ll show you that my hair grew”

“Alright then” she crossed her arms and raised an eye brow “show me”

you cut the very end of the braid and started taking it out.

A minute or two passes and your getting close to your roots when you say “see babe, I told u I have new growt-”

you finished taking out the braid, pull out all the synthetic hair and your left with your real, short hair.

“oh-”

“right..” she said as she shook her head and held her hand out

you sigh and pass her the scissors

you guys were almost done taking out your hair when you noticed your eyelids getting heavier.

you tried you best to stay awake, due to the fact that sevika asked to help you, not do it all for you.

but you just couldn’t help it! her lap was so warm and comfortable. next thing you know

you’ve fallen asleep.

a few minutes pass, and sevika notice your hands stop moving.

“babe? you still awake?

no response

she laughs through her nose, then kisses your forehead as she finishes taking out the rest of your braids.

when she finished taking out the last braid, she picks up your bonnet that’s sitting with all the other hair supplies, and put it on your head.

after that, she picks you up bridal style, carry’s you into your shared bedroom and place’s you in bed and tucks you in.

“goodnight, my love” she says after kissing your forehead once more.

lawddddd I’m sorry this took so long😪I wanted to write this but I got super lazy lmaoo. but it’s out now and I hope you like it :3 thanks a/n!

I’m starting a tag list so lmk if you wanna be added!

[meamouraa]

Reblog!!

[bullets-and-bloodsuckers]

I’m tired. Here’s silly questions for you and your friends lol.

 Who is your favourite band/music artist?

What are you listening to now (or what’s the last song you listened to)?

What is your favourite season and colour?

What’s your current favourite hobby?

What’s a silly, random thing you said to a friend with little to no provocation that made you both laugh?

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

What’s the most random, specific, silly insult you’ve come up with (nothing truly offensive, just silly)?

Do you like sport? If so what’s your favourite?

Do you like theatre? If so what’s your favourite theatre show?

What’s your favourite shape?

What’s your favourite animal?

[anahera-cervizia-deactivated202]

this looked funnz

right now its probably weyes blood or the gorillaz, but all time favourite is pantera ofc

the last song I listened to was we're lost by fievel is glauque

my favourite season is autumn in theory, but in australia spring and autumn are basically just less extreme versions of summer and winter so 💔 and my favourite colours are pink, yellow and black

drawing :3

this is a weird question 😭 uh probably an inside joke or something like that

teleportation or mind reading OR FLYING !

the malfunctioning ready to explode dildo is my favourite

no i do not but backyard cricket is always fun

I hate musicals and theatre im afraid

uhh a triangle

cats or ladybugs or birds

@theunf0rgivenn @zackbigmac @liliesdieroses @trigona-necrophaga @ultravio1enc3 @c0ca1n3erotica @cosmicallyaware @cannibal4u @starloving-186 @dazednpaquita

[trigona-necrophaga]

♥ i've no idea, it changes so often. marina and ethel cain are always good when im in the mood <3

♥ townie - mitski

♥ spring and autumn. burgundy, gold, and black.

♥ orchid-collecting, researching, reading

♥ haha! friends..

♥ shapeshifting. Is that even a question??

♥ I didn’t come up with it but I've really enjoyed calling people scoundrels of late

♥ archery, the only good one. im terribly out of practice though </3

♥ that's like choosing between children. currently king lear or hamlet?

♥ pentagram?

♥ cats, crows, and birds in general

@positive-pluto13 @motherofmayf1owers @imnotafraidtodisappear @astriloquaa @parapetowki @runasulienadanika @rcsecrypt @dystopian-damnation @astriloquaa @living-mites @moongirllovesbowie @honeydewdrops333 @fawnloser @maplebar1 @savon-abeille @vixenvispers @i-have-eyes @gremlinblogs

[fawnloser]

1. it changes everyday i swear 😭 probably conan gray or the marías

2. hold on till may was the last song i listened to (i think)

3. i like all seasons :p my fav color is purple!

4. gaming as of rn i don’t really do anything in my daily life anymore

5. um.. good question!

6. teleportation, telekinesis… i kinda want them all tbh

7. i didn’t make it but i like saying buns bc it sounds absolutely idiotic or calling people mad (which as an american is not normal)

8. probably volleyball or tennis

9. i like so many how could u ask this 😭😭 this is my worst nightmare

10. rhombus c:

11. foxes.. deers.. tigers… i have too many (i’m indecisive and like everything)

@wildnickk @utterdevotion @sillybaby-sylver @jupiterxzyy

[utterdevotion]

hi angel!!!

i really like radiohead for a band, and for an artist, maybe phoebe bridgers or billie eilish

please be rude by gigi perez!! i love her

3. favourite season is probably autumn, and my favourite colour is blue (if it wasn't obvious💔)

4. probably reading or skating

5. nothing comes to mind im SORRYY

6. mind reading. literally would solve 99% of my problems

7. called my friend whose been sick for (somehow) 4 months straight a frail victorian child on her deathbed if it counts😔

8. figure skating!! i've been doing it since i was 12

9. im afraid my ex does theatre so i inevitably hate it

10. maths is my biggest enemy so shapes aren't really my thing, but triangles aren't that bad... i think...

11. hedgehogs!! have you seen their faces they're so precious to me

@loveforcici @requiemdesreves @thatredheadloserlesbian (i really don't have that many moots stop)

[requiemdesreves]

hey babe!! thanks for tagging me 🫶

1. my fav band is wave to earth, and my favorite artists are Kendrick Lamar, Tyler the Creator, and Mon Laferte

2. right now i’m listening to “angels in tibet” by Amaarae

3. my favorite season is summer, and my favorite colors are blue and silver!!!

4. my hobbies are writing, reading, and wandering around (aka going out for drinks)

5. “that empanada doesn’t want cheese” 😭 no way to explain this properly in english — it’s just this lesbian joke my friend group always makes, and it only makes sense after like two beers 😭😭😭

6. for a superpower, definitely teleportation. i used to want to read minds, but i’m way too sensitive for that 😔

7. can’t really think of one atm

8. i love volleyball and horseback riding (i’ve always wanted to do horseback riding fr 😔)

9. kind of basic, but Hamilton 🙏🏾

10. ovals, idk why, but ovals are so 🤤🤤

11. horses!! i’ve always wanted one but it’s just not happening 💔

tags: @meamouraa, @graciedollie, @orchidprincesss, @lonerslug, @v1ck1sstuff, @georgiahs-stuff

[meamouraa]

Thanks for tagging me pooks!!

1. My fave music artist is twice😛

2. The last song i listened too was l’amour de my vie by Billie Eilish (and I did a cover of it😋)

3. Idk my favourite colour and my favourite session is fall

4. My current hobby is singing and fic writing

5. she gon call be baby boo..

6. Probably to rewind time

7. go suck ur dad(?)😭😭

8. I like sports! My fav is volleyball

9. I like theatre and my fav is ether wicked or six

10. Star!

11. shark I think

@qqueenpprincee I don’t have many moots🥲

[tulipesfairy]

—She knows where home is. (mama sevika x mama reader)

synopsis: vika comes to get her little girl up from the daycare ♡

cw: slight mention of breastfeeding! you’re ‘mommy’ and sevika is ‘mama’ <333

a/n: i wanted to write one for sevika too 🥹 it’s shorter than the one i wrote for vi, but i hope you like it just as much!! 💐

It shows 4:30pm on the clock when the black SUV pulls into the daycare parking lot.

The teachers used to double check who it was, but now they don’t even have to look anymore, they recognize the hum of the engine and how punctual only Sevika is.

But recognizing her doesn’t mean she can skip the usual ritual! She’s a parent like an other, after all. She wouldn’t want it any other way either.

Sevika walks out of her car, suit still on her shoulders, silver jewelries catching the light of the lamps outside, black polished boots clicking against the pavement.

The intercom buzzes, she doesn’t need to speak, just give a look at the camera watching her like everyone, then the gate unlocks with a cheerful beep.

Inside, the teachers are ready, one’s holding Ruby’s little backpack, another’s saying a little but kind hi while cleaning up crayons that met a very dry and violent end.

“Sevika! Hello! Always so right on time.” one of them says, smiling.

Sevika doesn’t have time to say hi back, Ruby lifts her head and screams at the name of her mommy.

“Mamaaa!”

She starts crawling as fast as she can on her little knees, trampling legos and toy cars with a soldier-like determination.

Sevika is half-laughing half-rushing forward, scooping the little monster up before she can faceplant right into the puzzle mat.

“Hey, baby girl,” Sevika murmurs, kissing her hair. “Did you miss me that much?”

Ruby answers with a squeaky “Mm!” and immediately fists the collar of Sevika’s blouse, not really like she owns her money but more like she tries to fuse with Sevika’s skin, burying her face against her chest.

The teacher chuckles softly. “She had a very good day! She didn’t cry when mama left, made two naps, both about forty-five minutes. But she didn’t want to go outside this afternoon. Looks like she’s in a book phase because she sat with the picture books and pointed at the animals for almost an hour. She knows how to say panda and tiger now.”

Sevika grins, surprisingly not the same intimating woman she definitely is at work and without her loved ones beside her. One of her arms is keeping Ruby steady, the other metal one carefully taking the folder and the backpack the teacher offers. “That sounds all right. Seems like you had a good day, uh?”

Ruby doesn’t answer, only slightly bump her head in Sevika’s chest in a nod, and the teacher laugh fondly.

“Oh, and she cried a bit before the second nap, in the evening.” the teacher adds. “She asked for milk. We gave her some, but she didn’t drink much. We think she’s having a little trouble adjusting to not breastfeeding during the day?”

Sevika hums as she nods, shifting the little girl a little higher on her hip. Ruby’s hand is sneaking toward the collar of Sevika’s blouse right on time for that topic, small fingers curling in like she’s searching for something Sevika won’t give her right now.

“Yeah,” Sevika says, calm but firm, catching that tiny hand and guiding it back to somewhere else on her chest. “She’s… having a bit of a hard time with that at home.”

Ruby whines softly and Sevika just rocks her gently, not making a scene, but making her understand right now is not the time.

“It’s not as easy as I thought it would be,” she continues, glancing up at the teacher. “We keep trying, but she’s too used to it. Can’t blame her, really.”

The teacher gives that kind smile. She’s just like one of the moms who show up every day with tired eyes but infinite patience. “Of course. It’s totally normal. She’s still so little.. But the good thing is: being here helps a lot. It’s a different space, different rhythm with more kids to play with and less moms to ask for milk and cuddles. She’s slowly getting used to it, you’ll see.”

Sevika nods again, thoughtful, thumb rubbing circles over Ruby’s back. “Yeah, I figured. She doesn’t ask when mommy drops her off, right?”

The teacher shakes her head. “No, not really. She cries a little sometimes because she doesn’t want her mom to leave, but she doesn’t ask for milk. We believe it’s because she knows it’s from you, and not from mommy.”

A faint smile tugs at Sevika’s mouth, barely there but it’s real and genuine. “Smart kid,” she mutters to Ruby, pride hidden behind the deep gravel of her voice.

Ruby yawns, her tiny fist thumping accidentally Sevika’s chest before she relaxes again, sucking on her thumb but still awake. Strong baby girl waiting calmly.

“She’ll get there,” the teacher adds softly. “It’s just a matter of time. You and mommy are doing great.”

Sevika hums, nodding. “Alright, say bye-bye, Rubes,” Sevika murmurs. “Say bye to your teachers.”

Ruby doesn’t look up, she just waves a lazy hand in the general direction of the teachers, still hugging her mom like she’s a part of her.

“That counts,” Sevika says with a small grin she’s shameless to show now. “See you all tomorrow.”

The teacher smiles, her voice softer and aware of Ruby’s tiredness. “See you, Sevika, bye bye Ruby. Have a good evening.”

In the parking lot, Sevika straps Ruby into the car seat like it’s second nature and her baby girl lets her do so. She glances at Ruby through the rearview mirror once shes on her sit at the front, hands on the steering wheel, that little pout still visible even in her daughter’s sleep.

“Yeah, I know, baby,” she mutters, easing the car into reverse. “You’ll get there, I know it’s not easy.”

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