a/n; when youve consumed all the sevika content there possibly is and crave more...THIS is the outcome.
summary: a soft moment between sevika and her long time lover.
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The shared bedroom was dimly lit, a steady flow of raindrops pattering on the metal roof above a quiet lull falling over the scene. A candle flickered in a lamp in the corner of the room which casted a golden glow of shapes and shadows.
Sevika laid on her back next to you in bed, her metal arm gently caressed your face as the other held open a tattered book. The withered spine of it pulling the pages together with great strength as the curling corners begged to touch one another. The destructive nature showcased her true love for the book and its plot, certain passages underlined and phrases circled.
Her fondness for the written stories was something you loved about her, how she was able to sit down for hours reading a book from cover to back. She never said to you but when a certain story found a place in her heart, it ended up on the nightstand you both shared.
You were cuddled tightly into her side, your cheek finding a home atop her chest as your arms cuddled tightly into her lean side. Sevika's lack of shirts around the house never ceased to please you.
The cover hung low between you, which you didn't mind as you kicked one leg up to hook around your girlfriend's who merely grunted in reply, her cold arm moving from tracing your features to your hair.
You simply melted under her skilled fingers, combing through your scalp and massaging so well, the sharpened ends doing that bit more. Her dark lips moved silently, mimicking the character's dialogue when she was really immersed, her strong nose exhaling ever so often when something she liked happened.
She really trusted you to let her guard down so low. Her usual half bun hair hung loose, framing her face even more. She had become so used to you, the one constant in her life that made her feel something real, something safe. She didn't even mind when you reached up to peck her scarred cheek, the now blue lines shimmering under the low light.
You watched as her steel eyes skimmed one last line then turned to you, seeming to almost twinkle for a second at your fast affection. "You're usually never this quiet when I'm reading, where's your pout that "I'm ignoring you" gone?' She teased and your face went a shade darker at her words. You merely grumbled in reply turning your face into her neck, her shoulder's moving slightly in laughter. You heard the skim of her fingers as she doggy eared a page, shut it with a 'bang" and placed it on the stand next to her, a leaning tower of tales growing bit by bit.
Her hands gripped your waist as she flipped you completely onto her, thighs straddling her own thick ones. Her hand's met around your back pulling your forehead to her's as she gazed up at you. You mirrored her smile, splitting into a giggle as she attacked your neck in a flurry of kisses. Twisting and turning did nothing to aide your escape, her year of street fighting and carefully planned escapades put your attempts to shame.
A few moments later you found yourself placed on your back gazing up at her, Sevika's body weight supported on her forearms as she laid above you. Her hair tickled your eyelashes as she steadily let her body press down onto yours, bare chest to chest, fingers interlocking together, palms against palms, then so leisurely you could have imagined it, a delicate press of lips to yours.
You wondered what the raindrops streaming down the windowpanes outside saw. A warm picture of two woman entangled in bed, a golden hue surrounding them, the scent of coffee and smoke ever present swirling between them.
Nude legs entangled in white covers, a heap of clothing on the end of the bed, two empty mugs on the small table next to each other, the compact room reeking of a domestic home life. A secret plush box the encased two simple silver bands, hidden by one partner to surprise the other.
But most importantly they heard the whispered "I love you" as the candle wax bled down to its last drop, the flame to its last flicker and the hushed words to a bid of sweet dreams and then, silence.
a scenario where you can't keep your mouth shut and steve rogers wouldn't want it any other way.
only warning is cursing
New York was somewhere you never thought you'd visit let alone live in, yet here you were. Clutching the bag of your friends coat as she shuffled her way into the busy cafe during lunch time, the worst time to be in any cafe in the city.
Women in pencil skirts exchanged pleasantries with men in dark suits, briefcases occasionally knocking off the guitar case lain against one of the long sofas a group of teenagers occupied.
The jazzy playlist was overtaken by the loud chatter of the customers, the scent of fresh toasted panini's and cinnamon buns intermingling with the raw coffee bean tones. It was chaos to be short if the screaming baby who knocked over their babysitters iced coffee, smack in the middle of the bustling building, was any indication.
Hearing a hefty sigh pass your side, a young worker grabbed a mop and placed down a wet floor sign, shooing anybody standing nearby away.
"Oh no, we're not going to get any seats I think," your friend Karolina said to you, eyeing the usual window seats taken filled up completely.
You signed in response as the line waddled forward, names being shouted out as you continued to eye all tables, eager to jump at any tables with packing bags and empty drinks.
"I'm going to shoot upstairs and check, get me a mocha?," She nodded her head in reply as you broke away from the impatient grumbles and weaved through the tables.
As you neared the end of the stairs, accidentally kicking an empty cup on the floor, you eyed a girl sitting by herself, nestled in the of the window sets. Her bag sat on one chair while an empty one sat across from her.
Eyes widening with an idea you began to walk towards her when a couple beat you there. An almost six foot boy placed his hands down on the table, garnering the attention of the lone girl.
"My girl and I need somewhere to sit and I see your cup is nearly empty. Mind moving? Thanks," He bared his teeth at her in an almost smile, the annoyed crease between his blonde brows giving him away.
His girlfriend seemed less than interested, typing out a message on her phone, only glancing up when the girl opened her mouth.
"Actually I'm waiting on somebody as I'm meant to be tutoring, I don't mind giving you one of the seats though?" She gave a watery smile, her hands beginning to slowly shake at his direct nature.
He downright glared at her response, leaning further into his hands until his face was an inch away from hers. "I was being courteous, now I'm annoyed. Move it,"
Her face flushed red at the embarrassment as his girlfriend began to giggle behind him, clearly used to his egotistical nature. Your own face flushed too but rather in anger, just who the fuck is this dick ordering around random girls?
What a huff you strode up to till you stood between the two, pushing him back with your hand you glared harshly at him as a "What the fuck?" escaped his lips.
'What the fuck yourself, who are you to tell this girl to move? Everybody here wants a seat to yet you don't seem them acting like a little child," You spat watching his neck go red at the confrontation, clearly not used to it.
He stumbled for a second finding words before shooting back "I can tell whoever I want to move especially if she's been sitting there with an empty coffee cup. I don't have to listen to any bitch trying to boss me around!" The cafe had gone quiet as he shouted out the last sentence, Karolina looking on surprised, the drinks held in her hand. She moved forward to pull you away from the scene but you didn't even budge.
"Oh I'm the bitch? That's rich coming from a dickhead picking on somebody smaller than him, tell me, do you always start throwing tantrums when you don't get what you want? Like a child?," Hearing you call him a child again seem to strike a chord in him.
His girlfriend moved to pull him back as his hand balled in a fist, Karolina whispered to you "Not again, let's go please," into your ear. But you both shared the same stubborn nature, refusing to move.
The tension rose as you just stared each other down, veins almost bulging, jaws clenched so tight they began to ache. The man pointed his finger right in your face, the thought of biting it ran through your mind. "You do not tell me what to do and I'm not a fucking child you hear me? You better learn to keep your sharp tongue to yourself and out of my goddamn affairs!" His attention shifted to the girl he had originally spoken to, her eyes beginning to tear up as he moved the finger from you to her.
Pushing him back again, outraged at the audacity he had to even speak to her again you pushed him back full force with both your hands, grounding your boots into the sticky floor. Taken aback he stumbled into his girlfriend and you swore you could see his pride take a physical hit.
Without missing a beat he rolled his shoulders and balled his fists and you did the same before two large figures stepped between you two.
"Easy there tough guy, hitting a dame the best way to win a fight you shouldn't have started?" The voice wasn't familiar but the metal fingers peeking out of the black denim jacket was, clutching the boys shoulder so hard he bent forward at it. "Let me go what the fuck-" He started before the stranger grabbed the back of his lettermen jacket and dragged him out of the shop through the back exit, the girlfriend shouting along with him as she followed them out.
The second man had bent down in front of the girl in the middle of this all, her shoulders shaking as the man whispered soothingly to her. You coughed awkwardly uncurling your fists, clocking all the eyes on you and your friend just deadpanned at you. "Don't you even try, why does your ass always have to get in the middle of other peoples business? I said, don't start!" She placed a finger over your lips as you obediently went quiet.
You could always explain later. You turned to face the man and the girl, to see how she was when you recognized who he really was. Light blue eyes stared into yours as you took in the broad shoulders and blonde hair peeking out from under his cap. You just blinked in surprise but said nothing, choosing to crouch in front of the girl who was no longer shaking.
"Are you alright?" She nodded, thanking you as she bent forward for a hug you gladly returned, albeit a bit quickly because there was so many people here. "I probably would have moved and most likely cried in the bathroom so you know, thanks for that," You grinned at her response, standing up as Karolina threw her free hand up.
"If you're not outside in the next five minutes i'm throwing your drink down the drain," She stalked out, blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as the onlookers resumed their previous activities, leaving you standing rather stiffly in front of Captain fucking America.
"I take it from your friend being annoyed, you do that thing a lot?" His lips curling up as you nodded shortly. "She's not actually annoyed at me, she'd be more annoyed if I let that twat continue to shout at her and do nothing," He chuckled at that, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket as you stared at the door your friend left.
"Well don't let me hold you back but hey, Captain America approves of your social justicing! Or in the name of social justice? You get what I mean," His cheeks blushed a light pink as you giggled at his roundabout way of complimenting you.
"Yeah I'll say that next time it happens. Nice to know an Avenger approves! I'd better go..." You trailed off as he stepped to the side and sent a curt salute your way.
As he watched you saunter away Bucky, who re entered the shop from the entrance, clapped a hand on his shoulder, sighing lowly. "She reminds me of you in some weird, female way, hopefully she doesn't end up in back-alley brawls" He commented, Steve scoffed as they made their way back to the two seater in the corner of the cafe, drinks now a gross lukewarm temperature.
"Please, did you hear her? Her words alone could get a guy bleeding internally," The words slipped out and Bucky whistled at them. "Didn't know all it took was some curse words and authority to get you mushy. Yet, Natasha is a poster child for it and you couldn't care less," Bucky grimaced after sipping his hot chocolate, the once sweet warm mixture now cold and slimy on his tongue.
The other soldier slowly circled the rim of his latte, thinking of how fast you stood up to him, pointing your finger up in his face. "Nat sticks up to assholes 'cause it's her job but she did it for the sake of it. Excuse me, I am not mushy!" He sent a quick dig to his friends shin the offended's brows furrowed at the sharp pain.
"Oh yeah? You're wearing the same damn look you did when Peggy came into the pub all those nights ago. Bet you even tried to find her name on those coffee cups the blonde had," Rubbing the attacked body part, Bucky snidely remarked.
Steve said nothing in response, choosing to stare out the window next to him. He was right, your quickly scribbled name was engraved in his mind as was the white ford fiesta you had hopped in a few meters down from the cafe. Not that he was looking, of course, it was mere coincidence his eyes never seemed to leave your figure.
Mere coincidence, he thought to himself as Bucky rolled his eyes at his friends behaviour. He wondered what weird excuse Steve was going to give for the rest of the week or month it would take to run into you again.
“Please don’t go.” Your hand clasped around John’s warm one.
“I’ve no choice, the war is only gettin’ worse and they need real men out there.” Johns head hung low as he faced the front door, too downtrodden to turn and face you knowing that your pleading eyes would make this worse than it has to be. John stood poised ready to march out and join the ongoing conflict between countries but you clasped him to you, hating the camo designs imprinted on his clothing.
It had all started with a letter. One stupid letter about the army calling for men to become enlisted and John had jumped at the opportunity, his head filled with misty images of shooting down all the bad guys, aiding his fellow friends in conflict, looking at it through rose tinted glasses.
That letter was now in the bin, shredded into scraps of papers by your angry hands, outraged at the words and John’s reaction. Both Arthur and Thomas were against it but John wouldn’t listen to reason even from them and you were the last chance the Shelby brothers had at staying as the fearsome trio they were going to become known as.
“Real men? You’re letting that propaganda bullshit get into your head! Please John, for the love of God, don’t go!” You pulled johns hand back towards you, as if pulling him towards you would stop him from walking out the safe sanctuary of your home and straight into the firing line of missionary rifles. Instead of raindrops falling onto his face he would become drenched in blood from both allies and enemies, his memories fading from blissful mornings in bed with you to waking up because of the deafening sounds from a grenade chucked from hundreds of meters.
You were willing him to just turn around, embrace you and return to the dysfunctional but happy life you both had managed to weave for yourselves forgetting any thoughts of the appalling war, leaving it as just daze in the back of his mind.
But he didn’t.
He stood where he was, adamant on making your heart break more and more each passing second. More pleading words fell off your tongue, desperation laced in between your tears which began to soak the back of his neck as you clung to his back, his shoulders sagging down slowly with each ragged breath he took.
Moments passed and John hadn’t let a word slip from his tightly pressed lips. You mumbled incoherent words, hoping they would seep into his brain and he would see that a life here with you was a million more times better than sleeping with rats in the barracks.
“Don’t leave me John.” You uttered to him, pressing a kiss on a certain spot just below his ear, his sweet spot you learned the first night you laid had together. Abruptly he flung your arms off his now alert figure and placed them square on your shoulders. “You think I want to leave you? You think it’s so easy for me to walk out there into the middle of a war and leave you here alone? It’s fuckin’ not! But I have to, for your sake! For the sake of this shithole of a country!” He inhaled sharply then turned on his heels sharply, grabbing the duffel bag that laid next to the door and wrenched open the door, the frigid winds a welcome invite to the hot tension rising between your heads.
“I love you.” That was it, your last playing card, those three words that always lingered in the air between both your lips, unspoken but a constant presence that creeped up on both of you suddenly. He paused and twisted his head slightly, his remorse filled eyes meeting your unwavering ones. For a spilt second it seemed as if he would suddenly drop that stupid bag and with it the ludicrous idea of bloodshed among brothers, he would envelop you in his comforting arms all at once whispering he loved you too.
But he didn’t.
The empty atmosphere left in the house following the echoing slam of the door perfectly outlined the sounds of the breaking of your heart, the thumps of your knees hitting the wooden flooring, the rest of you slumping down soon after and the pain of your fingernails digging into your palms.
John Shelby had left you. Not even for a good cause but for the war. Anger flickered briefly amongst the overwhelming emotions you felt but you didn’t embrace it. Though you promised yourself you going to give him a proper earful about leaving you and how you deserved better when he came back from the war.
1. You wake up naked to the last person you texted, what would you do?
Weeeeelll, probably be incredibly weirded out since the last person I texted was my best friend. I mean, I love her and all, but we aren’t really naked- together people 😂 TBH it wouldn’t be that bad, but still… uncomfortable, to put it mildly -M
go back to sleep tbh since the last person i texted was one of my best friends & we’re rlly close -T
34. Is there a person of the opposite sex that means a lot to you?
Yep, one of my best friends is a guy and I love him to the end of the world -M
yeah there is -T
61. Would you spend the night in a haunted house for 1 million dollars?
Depends. I say yes now, but I would probably end up chickening out later. Also, how haunted is this house, from a scale of 1 to Texas Chainsaw Massacre? And am I allowed to bring a friend (say, an exorcist? 😂) Too many factors at play... -M
1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?
2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?
3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?
4. Is your last name longer than six letters?
5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?
6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?
7. What does your last received text say?
8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?
9. Where was your last kiss at?
10. When is the last time you saw your sister?
11. What do you drink in the morning?
12. Where did you sleep last night?
13. Do you think relationships are hard?
14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?
15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?
16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?
17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?
18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?
19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?
20. Does anyone like you?
21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?
22. Is the last person you kissed gay?
23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?
24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?
25. In the past week have you cried?
26. What breed was the last dog you saw?
27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?
28. Have you ever kissed a football player?
29. Do you think you’re old?
30. Do you like text messaging?
31. What type of day are you having?
32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?
33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?
35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?
36. Are you a simple or complicated person?
37. What song are you listening to?
38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?
39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?
40. What made you start liking the person you like now?
41. When did you last receive a text message?
42. What is wrong with you right now?
43. How well do you know the last female you texted?
44. Does anyone disgust you?
45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?
46. Are you in a good mood right now?
47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?
48. What color shirt are you wearing?
49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?
50. Anyone you’re giving up on?
51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?
52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?
53. Do you like rain?
54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?
55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?
56. Do you like to cuddle?
57. Are you shy?
58. Do you get along with girls?
59. Have you dated the person you texted last?
60. What do you carry with you at all times?
61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?
62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?
63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?
64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?
65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?
66. How old are the last three people you kissed?
67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?
68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?
69. Do you have any stickers on your car?
70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?
71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?
72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?
73. Do you like diet soda?
74. What color are the walls in your room?
75. Are you 16 or older?
76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?
77. Do you have a job?
78. What are your initials?
79. Did you ever have braces?
80. Are you from the south?
81. What does your last status on facebook say?
82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?
83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?
84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?
85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?
86. Do you smoke?
87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?
88. Is your phone touch screen?
89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?
90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?
91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?
92. Have you ever made out in a car?
93. …Had sex in a car?
94. Are you single or in a relationship?
95. What were you doing last night at midnight?
96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?
97. Do you like the camera on your phone?
98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?
99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?
100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?
101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?
102. Name your favorite Kesha song:
103. Do you have any tan lines right now?
104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?
Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love?
Flat White : Coffee or Tea?
Cappuccino : What’s your middle name?
Mocha : Dream Job?
Pumpkin Spice : Dream car?
Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you?
Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone?
Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game?
Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band?
Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days?
Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person?
Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take?
Green Tea : How tall are you?
Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?
Mint Tea : How do you relax?
Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games?
Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book?
Italian Soda : Describe your dream date
Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person
Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine?
Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss
Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?
