Need Her So Bad

Need her so bad

I’ve been so down bad for Sevika and I saw this thing about a pirate AU and I had to draw it

Scissor me timbers indeed

THE WORST OF ALL BLESSINGS, THE BEST OF ALL CURSES

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content warning(s)!! graphic descriptions of injury, mentions of surgical procedure, heavy angst, hurt/comfort(?)

summary: You are an ambitious young surgeon from the Undercity. When a handsome woman with a severe injury is brought into your care, your medical skills - and emotional capacity - are tested to the extreme. other tags: surgeon!reader x Sevika // canon-compliant // Sevika-centric // character study // slow burn // mutual pining disclaimer: i'm not a doctor or even a med student. apologies for any and all inaccuracies

TABLE OF CONTENTS

i can hear the sound of a heartbeat (before it goes out)

what brings you to the lost and found?

sold your friends like guns for hire

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dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

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jannesyjane

2 weeks ago

A Walk Around the Block (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: A chance encounter with a charming soldier leaves you reeling after a kiss you never meant to give. You swore you’d never fall for a man in uniform—but James Buchanan Barnes isn't easy to forget. Then he shows up outside your door...

“Wherever you want, doll. I’d walk to the end of the world with you.”

Set in 1940s Brooklyn, before James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes is deployed in the beginning of Captain America: The First Avanger and long before he becomes the Winter Soldier.

A Walk Around The Block (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

"You know I would have bought these red pumps with the cute bow for you! They looked so adorable!", Y/BFF/N gushed as you two walked down a road in Brooklyn on your way to your home.

"I know you would have...but", you sighed: "You know I don't want that."

You had just been shopping in the city center and carried your bags home now. Y/BFF/N’s family was one of the richest on Long Island, therefor she always offered to get you all the nice things you couldn’t afford, but you never let her – the one exception being your birthday. To outsider’s it seemed like you didn’t have much in common, but you were inseparable ever since you had bet at thirteen-years-old in a theater workshop in central park.

"It's so sad that you have to work today...we could have gone dancing again!"

"I'm sorry...but I promised my father to check our books today.” The weak excuse came in handy. You had in fact promised your father to help in his car repair shop, but you also weren’t keen on dancing as well.

You were still thinking about the night before and about the man you had danced with. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. Of course, you remembered his name, how were you supposed to forget it? Or the kiss?

Why had you been so stupid? Of course, you had danced with men before or had talked to one for an entire evening at one of these parties, but you had never kissed one of them! And a soldier?! What on earth were you thinking?

You were looking out for a decent young man with whom you could fall in love, not for a soldier! They weren't looking for love, they just hoped to get in as many girls' pants as possible for the short time they were home.

But Bucky had been so nice...a bit direct and a tease for sure, but funny and polite. God and the kiss!

"We should have taken your driver", you sighed with a smile on your lips.

"Oh no. He only would have told my parents what we have been doing all the time, and I hate that!"

"I know. I get it", you nodded: "What did they say when you came home so late last night?"

"Same as always", Y/BFF/N shrugged.

"You know you can always stay at my place for the night, my parents wouldn't mind and-"

"Oh my", Y/BFF/N suddenly gushed and stopped in her track as a devilish smirk appeared on her face: "Look who's leaning at a lamp post next to your house. Your little soldier."

"My what?", your eyes widened, and your gaze drifted to the lamp post next to the entrance to your father's car repair shop which was located on the ground floor underneath the flat your family was living in. Y/BFF/N was right!

Casually standing there -this time dressed in normal clothes rather than his uniform- was Bucky. What was he doing here?

"What is he doing here?", you whispered to your best friend.

"Looks like he wants to see you. Let's not disappoint him, come!", she dragged you in his direction. What on earth was she doing?

You tried to loosen your friend's grip and attempted to escape until Bucky spotted you - then, of course, you tried to seem as casual and relaxed as possible.

You hadn't told Y/BFF/N about the kiss. It was unnecessary! You would have bet you'd never get to see Bucky ever again. And the kiss simply wasn't like you!

When Bucky saw you, a grin found its way to his lips. A grin which immediately made your chest hurt.

Trying to act all cool you laughed from a distance: "Oh Sergeant, to what do I owe the honor?"

"Wanted to see you.", he smirked.

Sure. Only because you didn't get what you wanted last night.

"In this lighting he looks even more handsome than these shitty dim lights yesterday", Y/BFF/N whispered and she was right. Bucky was the most handsome man you had ever seen.

"Do you want to go for a walk, doll?", he suddenly asked when you stood in front of him.

You rolled your eyes in Y/BFF/N's direction and said: "If anything, it's darling. Not 'doll'."

Which only resulted in Y/BFF/N gently pushing your shoulder with hers.

"If I went with you...where would we go?"

"Wherever you want, doll. I'd walk to the end of the world with you."

You rolled your eyes yet again at his words trying to cover up your blushing cheeks, but Y/BFF/N had somehow already answered for her when you took your bags from her. God, she really wanted you to go with him. But did You?

"Okay fine Sergeant Barnes, let's go. But only because I don't have anything else to do right now!"

"Of course not", he nodded and winked at you.

"I'll see you tomorrow", you said to your friend and followed Bucky, after your friend had answered with an excited squeal.

"So you remember my name, doll?"

"Of course I do", you looked at him surprised: "But apparently you forgot mine, doll."

"How could I, Y/N?", he grinned at you and walked beside you, with enough distance between you, so you would't accidentally touch.

"Okay, maybe you haven't."

"I never forget a pretty girl's name."

Of course not. You sighed.

"James, what do you want from me?"

"Bucky. And like I said I wanted to see you. I figured you wanted to see me as well after you showed me where you lived."

Damn it! Why had you let him walk you home last night?

"Maybe...", you bit your lower lip.

"I really enjoyed our last night!"

"Could you please lower your voice? What are the people going to think?", you nervously looked around if one of the people passing you had been paying any attention.

"Why?", the soldier laughed: "We've only been dancing! Nothing inappropriate, doll."

"I'm not your doll!", you pouted but the smirk on your lips gave it away.

"Not like I wouldn't be down for inappropriate things", he grinned and stopped so he was able to look at your face better.

He was more than one head taller than you and was looking down to you with bliss in his stunningly blue eyes.

"But you set the pace, beautiful", he whispered and tugged a lose strand of hair behind your ear which left you speechless for a second.

"Pardon?"

"Pardon?", he grinned innocently and walked on certain you would follow once you had overcome the obvious and adorable shock. And you did.

"Sergeant Barnes, this is not something- I mean...I'm a lady! And I would appreciate if you'd put a little more effort into treating me as such!"

"Oh but I do", he said as he picked a white flower from a low hanging flower box and tugged it behind your: "Milady."

"That's a lot better, Sergeant", you smiled softly while the red of your cheeks turned even brighter: "Plus, I think I like 'milady' a lot better than 'doll'."

He laughed...and God, his laugh...

"So...tell me, where do you want to go?"

"Just walk around a few blocks?"

You knew you still had work waiting for you at home.

"How boring! I told you I'd walk to the end of the world for you!"

"But isn't boring like a welcome change for you?"

"Shouldn't I be at home all day, laying around if that was the case?"

"I just thought..."

"It's alright", he smiled: "A few blocks it is."

"I'm sorry if that disappoints you."

"It doesn't", he demanded and winked at you with a cheeky grin: "I'd rather just walk a few blocks with good company than to lay around at home."

"Your family must be very happy you're home", you smiled but he just shrugged and tugged both of his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

"My family is rather small actually. Consists of exactly one person, although my best friend would be very pissed if he heard that, he's like a brother."

He tried to joke it off and acted all casual, but you had realized how his mood had changed.

"Oh...so you're all alone?"

Somehow she couldn't quite believe that. A happy person like Bucky was so lonely, how could that be the case? And why did the idea of it hurt so bad?

"Yes, but it's okay, really. Don't worry about it. I get along just fine on my own."

"I can imagine", you nodded: "Bet nobody is dumb enough to mess around with Sergeant Barnes!"

"Exactly, so you better behave, doll, and stop calling me Sergeant! Except you really like it."

You rolled your eyes yet another time, you just couldn't help it.

"You know , you look adorable when you do that, don't you?"

"When I do what?"

"Roll your eyes at me. Through that I can tell you must really like me!", he teased her.

"Oh really?", you raised your eyebrows: "If I wasn't raised properly I would definitely call you an idiot right now, Sergeant."

"That only proves it even more."

"Dream on!"

"So you're saying you kissed me without even liking me? Now you hurt my feelings, doll, you really did!", he acted over the top hurt and upset.

"You mean you kissed me", you lowered your voice and your entire body tensed.

"Relax, doll", Bucky laughed and took a step closer towards you: "You are right. I kissed you", and whispering into your ear he added: "But it did not seem like you didn't enjoy it."

You felt your heart starting to beat faster when he came closer but his gentle touch of your cheek and earlobe had been swift and he quickly leaned back again.

You swallowed visibly before you said with a thin voice: "I...Bucky, I'm not like that. I don't know what came over me yesterday and-"

"Don't worry. That's every girl's reaction to me."

How could he say that?! That was every girl's reaction to him?! Well, if that's the case.

"Apparently you're really nothing but an impatient womanizer", you shook your head and went past him with quick steps.

Why had she been dumb enough to even imagine he could be a decent man?

"Hey, wait, Y/N", he rushed after you: "I'm just teasing you, doll! It's all fun!"

"I'm not your toy, Bucky!"

"Got it. No games."

"Okay...", you gave in again. God, why did he have to look at you with these stunningly beautiful eyes?

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"We could go dancing in the evening again", he offered: "Or if you finally figure out a destination a bit further away than just a few blocks I could pick you up in the afternoon and we drive wherever you want to go, how does that sound?"

"You have a car?", you raised your eyebrows and eyed him critically, trying to figure out if he really meant it.

"No, but I would organize one."

She chuckled: "Okay, but I have to work tomorrow. What about the day after?"

"I'll be there."

--> MASTERLIST

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jannesyjane

6 months ago

Hiii! English is not my first language so please forgive any mistakes. Could you do an imagine of Sevika where the reader and her have been together for a long time, and the reader almost dies in battle? (Like, she got shot in a place that bleeds a lot, which makes Sevika super worried) And she makes a little confession to the reader? Saying that she can't lose her and stuff like that. Sorry for the long request, it's my first time ordering 😭😭 Thanks anyway 🩷🤍🩷

Wont lose you ʚɞ

thank you for the request,! it was a bit rushed but I like it anyways let me know if you do :)

Hiii! English Is Not My First Language So Please Forgive Any Mistakes. Could You Do An Imagine Of Sevika

Silco sent you on an important mission, taking down this factory all relied on you. Sevika had insisted on being by your side the entire time, but her request was denied.

Her and two other goons sat on the sidelines to make sure you could get in and out without being seen. No fight. No problem.

Why did she have to get stuck with these guys? She would have been better off down there helping you.

She sat outside the doube doors, one of the men lit a cigarillo for her. All was going according to plan so far.

You had gotten in and deactivated some machines. Now you needed to get out.

Sevika, your long time girlfriend was worried. Despite not wanting to admit it you could tell by the look on her face before you crossed the threshold to the factory.

You chuckled to yourself, thinking of how she patted your back on the way in as encouragement.

But you were confident you could carry this out without a hitch.

What you didn't know is there weren't just guards on the outside.

Your footsteps echoed throughout the seemingly empty factory. All you had to do was pour gasoline around the inside perimeter and on the machines and strike a match. It's not that hard.

You were bent over a machine, checking out the parts and gears before you feel a sharp pain of a blunt object on your back. Turning around you instinctively grab it.

A tall, lanky woman stood towering over you. Before she could pull it from your grasp, you kicked her in the stomach. She stumbled backward with a grut. When you dropped the bat, you were met with another thwack to your head.

You let out a muffled cry, biting your lip. You heard the woosh of an object and half-ducked-half-fell. An ambush. How mature. Another metal bat slammed into the ground beside your head. A broad figure stood over you, moving to hit you again. You rolled to the left but not without getting a swift kick to the stomach.

"Urgh." The wind was knocked out of your lungs. But you had no time to hesitate, jumping to your feet and blocking the next strike of the bat with your forearm.

You grabbed it and pulled it forward, bringing the weilder with it. Letting go with one hand, you slam your fist into their throat. The woman from before came back around, picking up her bat again. You met her metal bat with the one in your hands.

It's okay. You could win. The mission was still going according to plan. Two people with bats you could easily take on. You heard a familiar cocking behind your head.

"Drop it"

Fuck.

You didn't.

Instead, you turned to deliver a high kick to their head. But they managed to pull the trigger faster than you could land it.

Bang

You let out a shrill cry and clutched your side. Blood seeped through your fingers and stained your shirt.

"I told you to drop it," Their deep voice hissed.

You could hear three people rushing into the factory, footsteps echoing throughout the establishment. The person that shot you turned their attention to your team. The trigger happy idiot immediately started firing.

Bullets ricochet against the metal. Sometime amidst the chaos, you started to lose consciousness. Black spots littered your vision, and you finally dropped to your knees. A figure bent over you, yelling incoherent things. She jad a hand on your back, gripping your shirt between clammy fingers.

Looking up, you saw Sevikas distressed expression. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and there was a worried crease between her brows. She was shouting things you couldn't quite make out. Maybe something like "We need to leave" or "We are lighting it up." Maybe both.

She grabbed your legs, hand still on your back and hoisted you into her arms. You could feel her warm arm on your upper back and the hardness of her prosthetic against the back of your legs.

In your groggy state you looked up to Sevika, her teeth gritted as she ran throughout the factory with heavy steps. You could hear an explosion come from far behind you.

A ringing in your ears.

She looked down at you.

Then you passed out.

What seemed to be a few hours later, you groggly awoke. Light seeped into your vision and you attempted to get up. "Fuck," A sharp pain shot through your side.

Oh, right. You got shot.

You looked down to where you now held your side, but instead of blood like how you expected, there are sterile bandages. They wrapped around your now mostly bare torso.

Looking around the room, it seemed familiar to you. Right before you could put your finger on it your girlfriend came walking into the room, holding a glass of water.

Her eyes shot wide open, and she started walking a little faster towards your bedside. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

You laughed at her suprise, "Yeah. Now that you're here"

Your voice was raspy and dry. You reached out for the water in her hand. She instead pushed your hand down and brought the cup up to your lips herself.

"I thought I'd lost you," She sighs in releif.

You took big gulps of water. She had just finished smoking. You could smell it on her hands. You pulled your lips away from the cup and she brought a thumb to your mouth to wipe away stray water droplets.

It was your turn to ask, "Are you okay?"

She let out a dry laugh, "You're the one sitting in bandages in my bed, and you're asking if Im okay?"

She brings her larger hand to your arm, rubbing circles into your skin. Her rough calloused hands brought some comfort to you.

"Im sorry I let that happen. I shouldn't have let you go in there alone. Silco was wrong," She grumbled, clutching her temples.

"Hey, I can do things by myself. It was an unfair attack." You chimed in.

"I don't care. I dont know what i would do if i lost you in there," She spoke firmly.

Her lips were pursed into a straight line. Trying to calm that tension you reached up to grab her face, bringing her lips to yours.

Her lips chased yours when you pulled away. Hissing as you grabbed your side again. "Shit, do i need to change your bandages?" She got up, already heading for the cabinets.

You were usually the one to dress her wounds, not the other way around. "Aww, you bandaged me up?" You cooed.

"Shut up"

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jannesyjane

5 months ago

Scared to Dance Alone

Sevika x Reader (f!reader) (fluff & angst) SFW!

You get hurt on a mission and Sevika feels her worst fears come to life.

One second, you have the sole of your boot pressed menacingly onto the back of a brawler’s neck, one that had been protecting the newest chem-baron Silco had sent you after. Sevika is on the other side of the room, her metal claws pierced into another man’s abdomen as she interrogates him harshly. The next second, there’s an agonizing pain that splits across your skull and your world begins to spin as you collapse to the ground, body thudding loudly against the splintering wood.

You feel your head knock against the floor before the lights go out, leaving you limp. You lie on the floor, completely unaware of the bustling commotion around you as Sevika is quite literally tearing those men apart, sparing them no mercy as she sends their bodies through the tables. She hauls you up, keeping an arm tucked beneath your knees and the other around your waist. She shakes your body gently so that your head lolls over onto her shoulder, providing as much support as she can.

She treads through the streets, keeping an angered expression on her face. Bulldozing through the crowds, shoulder-checking people left and right as she runs as fast as her body will take her through the smoked-out streets. She keeps her arms tight on you, but her hold is as gentle as possible. She crashes through the door of your shared apartment, kicking it shut as she steps inside. Unfortunately, unless you were bleeding out, no shitty medical center in all of Zaun would be able to take you in.

She opts for gently laying you down on the bed and peeling your jacket away from your knocked-out form. She grabs a rag and dampens it and snatches the make-shift first aid kit from the bathroom before rushing back towards you. She pulls a rickety chair to the edge of the bed and sits down on it, loud boot clanking against one of the legs. She grits her teeth as she swipes the wet cloth over your rosy cheeks with an uncharacteristic gentleness, washing away the dried blood and dust.

Her hands move swiftly as they rub at the injuries and grime, pushing your baby hairs away from your sweaty forehead. She leans forward to press her lips against your forehead and mumbles a quiet “I’m sorry,” against your skin. “I really need you to wake up for me, yeah? I really fucking need you to get up,” She continues, desperation lacing it’s way into her voice. “I can’t do this shit without you, c’mon,” She pleads, sniffling as she swallows back the tears that threaten to break free.

Long, horrific, silent minutes pass as she stares down at your unconscious form, tracing the back of her knuckles across your features. She keeps a wary smile on her face as she simply just watches you, encapsulated by your beauty. “Please, just fucking wake up,” She repeats, finally letting out a soft cry as the tears slowly roll down her cheeks. She reaches up to wipe the stray tear from her cheek, ultimately smearing the blood spat that was already on her face.

You’ve both gotten scuffed up plenty of times, gotten your fair share of punches and blows that knock your bodies over; (more so you than her). However, she has never seen you like this. This lifeless, this hurt, this broken. She has watched you take on armies of men, put down countless guards and goons. But she has never seen you so… withered, before.

It’s as if her worst fears have crawled from the depths of her brain and painted themselves right before her eyes. She feels like a failure, that she had one job to do and she fucked it up. She always manages to, right? People get too close, then they get hurt, and then she does the one thing she knows she can do. She fixes it, and she will fix it over, and over, and over, until her fingers bleed and she can’t stand upright anymore.

You stir slightly at her movements, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. You hum out quietly and reach for her hand, weakly grabbing onto it. “Vika?” You say quietly, lazily prying your eyes open. She immediately tightens her fingers around yours and sits up straighter, eyes lighting up at the sound of your breaking voice.

“Hey, pretty girl,” She murmurs, stroking her thumb over the backs of your bloody knuckles. “Can’t keep letting me do all the work, you know that I hate dancing alone.” She continues, soothing the cloth over your hand. You chuckle quietly at her poor attempt of lightening the mood, which quickly falls into a weak cough. “Easy, easy,” She comments, smoothing her hand over your chest.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, watching your behavior closely as she looks for any signs of discomfort. “Mm… I’m okay, other than my head,” you reply, giving her a weak smile. She nods at your words and strokes her fingers through your hair gently. “Can you stay awake for me while I go get you some ice?” She questions sweetly. Once you nod, she presses another kiss to your forehead and departs for the kitchen.

You really do have to fight to keep your consciousness, clinging onto anything and everything you can until she returns. Once she does, she gently pulls you up by the back of your head and places an ice-pack wrapped in a rag onto your pillow. She lowers your head back onto it, soothing her thumb over your temple.

“Had me real scared, y’know that?” She says, sitting on the edge of the bed as she pulls her boots off. You listen as they thud against the floor, keeping your heavy eyes on her. “I didn’t mean to,” You reply, staring up at her with big eyes as she crawls onto the bed next to you. “I know, baby, it’s not your fault.” She responds, settling on her side, scooping you up into her arms.

She holds the ice-pack against your head with her mechanical arm, using her flesh arm to push your shirt up and softly stroke her fingers over your bruised back. “Just stay with me, let me take care of you.” She says, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. Her lips feel like a ghost against yours as she remains mindful of the cut on your lip.

“I love you, so much,” She whispers, and your breath hitches at the words. It’s not rare for her to say it, but it’s not common. She finds vulnerability in general very, very hard, but she will always show you in other ways. She does it mainly through action, whether it’s buying you an outfit you saw and just had to have, or by dropping off the newest pound of gold that you both had stolen off of one Silco’s rivals. You grin at the scowl on his face, chuckling as his lips curl into a snarl at your boastful behavior.

Her love and devotion to you is violently undeniable, no matter how hard she tries to hide it. Anyone with half-decent eyesight, or none at all, could never miss the way her eyes almost sparkle as she looks at you with a reverence no one, or nothing else would ever receive. The love she feels for you is unprecedented, something that could never be replicated. You softened the heart of the most feared woman in the entire city, you have completely undone her.

“I love you, too,” You repeat, brushing your lips together gently. You pull away to hold her jaw, pressing your foreheads together, “Thank you for everything, for always bringing me back home,” You continue, tucking your body closer to hers as you chase the comforting warmth. “We also need to get you into the shower, you’re filthy.” You chuckle, reaching for the discarded cloth behind you, gently working it over her bloody cheek.

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jannesyjane

2 months ago

MASTERLIST

A shoulder to lean on

Thomas Shelby

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Complete

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jannesyjane

5 months ago

SEVIKA TWITTER LINKS

warnings: twitter porn links, usage of strap, fingering, squiring, spanking, tummy bulges, strap sucking, face fucking, breeding, two of these are straight but let's pretend they're not:3

requested:D!