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mitskis-tall-child · 6 months
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TERE BINA MAI NA RAHU, MERE BINA TU
SAM WILSON x DESI!READER
summary: a night of watching a movie about a fallen soldier with sam turns into him comforting you against your own agonies.
wc: 1.2k ish
warnings: brief mention of death, angst, use of y/n, DIABETIC fluff beware; the movie i mention here is called 'shershaah' on amazon prime(watch it if u havent its so cute and sad ugh), this one aint proofread folks sorry
ps: divider and art credits to @saradika ❤️ (none of the pictures above belong to me)
A/N: MY FIRST FIC HEHE AND ITS LITERALLY SELF-INDULGENT NONSENSE CUZ US BROWN GIRLIES DESERVE A BIT OF OUR CAP'N TOO AMIRITE🤭😏 ive literally been debating uploading this one for AGESSS cuz my brain loves to convince me that it's too stupid and no one cares but i aint letting it win so yeah.. ur welcome xx
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"Alright, now he's just being overdramatic," Sam sighed, disappointed at Vikram for the third time since the movie started.
"Maybe that's just how he copes with it," you defend. "What if he's trying not to cry?" Cuddling closer to Sam, you try to soak in all the warmth he offers while he gladly pulls you closer- not thinking anything of it. "I get it. He's cute, but you don't have to defend everything he does, baby."
You try to keep your emotions at bay as the movie progresses- knowing how it ends.
"I'm not doing it because he's cute, I'm saying it cuz I feel bad for both of them."
You won't spoil it for him, of course not. Even if you start crying before the bomb drops. Literally.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks after a while, concerned as always. You had started to grow quieter and snuggled even closer to him. "Yeah." You leaned your head upward from where it rested on his chest. There was an unusual look in your eyes; he could tell the film was getting to you.
Maybe it was the film, or you were deep in your head again, distressed about something else entirely. Or maybe the movie just provoked it.
When the final battle was over and Vikram's entire family and neighbourhood gathered for his memorial service, the dam finally broke. You were done fighting back tears. Sam was getting teary as well, but not the same way you were sniffling and wetting his t-shirt.
"Damn I don't even blame you for crying at this point," Sam chuckled, attempting to comfort you while having a hard time keeping his own misty eyes from spilling over.
The movie was over, the credits started rolling, and Sam has pulled himself together- yet you had not gotten over it. Not even close.
"Hey.." he consoled and pulled you into his lap while cupping your face in his hands, trying to soothe your pain the way he so skillfully does. "Baby, please look at me. I hate seeing you like this.."
You whimpered, "I'm so sorry, I just get so scared watching these types of films." You held your face in your hands, trying to conceal your fluster. "It's stupid anyway, forget it"
Sam disregarded that deprecating remark, his tender gaze trying to read through your sentiments. "Scared of what beautiful?" you chuckled and shook your head, looking deeply into his eyes..
As if that alone would convey everything you wanted to tell him.
"You know, Samuel. I feel you know exactly why I get scared," you confessed, finally starting to gain control of your breathing.
Sam knew you loved him; you told him so every day, but he had no clue just how much he meant to you. The kind of love that makes your chest hurt and makes you scream his name off of rooftops. The love that makes every other facet of your life seem close to irrelevant, to the point where it is scary. The kind that makes you lose control yet feel most at home. He taught you to let go of your inhibitions and told you every day, just how much you deserve to be loved. As if he opened the window to a sunny day into the dark room that was your life.
You loved him more than anything, and times like these reminded you of just how afraid you are to lose him.
Sam gives you a look, "Baby, I don't get what you mean-" Then it hits him-
She worries it might be me someday.
He let out a hearty laugh, pulled you close to his chest and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, "Aw baby, is this about you worrying about me when I go out for my missions? You afraid about something bad happening to me?" you buried your head into the crook of his neck, not finding it as adorable as he did. "it's not funny.." His animated reaction to your concern wasn't ideal; you did worry, genuinely. It did help you stop crying though.
"You know just because I'm laughing, doesn't mean I'm not offended- I'm phenomenal at my job, and you out of all people should know that," Sam grumbled in fake offence, trying to lighten the mood.
You lifted your head from the home you often made out of his neck, looking at him with stars in your eyes you were convinced he could see. "Isn't that the whole problem baby? You're so good at your job
I know you wouldn't hesitate to put your life on the line if it came down to it. And that would mean you won't come back home to me." he looked you in the eyes fondly as he listened on. "You have no idea how much it scares me to even picture that day as part of my future; I can't lose you, Sam, You have no clue how much you mean to me, baby"
Tears were brewing in your eyes again as you once again turned into a blubbering mess. He brushed off your tears and tenderly brought your face closer to his; kissing you deeply; once, twice, again and once more, bringing your foreheads together. "Sweetheart, I need you to understand and remember this. If there is one thing imma do in my life, it is to never, ever tolerate this sadness on your face. So get this ingrained in that pretty brain of yours- I will always, always come back to you. There isn't a power strong enough in this world that can keep me away from you, there isn't a bad guy brutal enough who's got the strength to take away what it is between us. I know it takes longer than we'd like it sometimes, but I will always come home. Because my home isn't this house that we built for us, it is you. It's us together." he professed while stroking away the dried tears on your face.
You started giggling fondly, unable to control the love you feel for this man, your man; if it was physical, you would be bursting at the seams with it.
"Ay, that's not fair! I just put my heart out on my sleeve for you and you're laughing?? You thought that funny???" Sam defended, despite having no conviction in his argument since he stared at you in fond amusement anyway. "I hate it when you do that... you're trying to sweet-talk me"
"Cuz you're so sweet" ever the flirt.
"Sam"
"I meant it, baby. Every word"
"I love you... so much" Beyond measure.
"I love you too honey" You're everything.
He drove his point home by kissing you passionately on the lips and punctuated it further by kissing your forehead. You then put yours on his. "Can we watch something horrifying now? I feel I might get diabetes from all this sweetness" you proposed. "Are you serious?" he deadpanned. "Yep, and you literally promised you're not going anywhere minutes ago, so no backing out" "How do you even tolerate those movies?" Sam argued, clearly not amused at the sudden change in the mood.
"Just like I tolerate you" You kissed his cheek playfully.
"Fine, but I get to choose what we're having for dinner"
"Whatever you say, Sammy"
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aynanasstuff · 2 years
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I have a lil request! I have this little habit of buying food(usually sweet treats!) for my family. I'd like to see reader bring home something nice for Sam(or the other way around) and see their faces light up at the delights! Take your time though! Have a good day ahead too! 💜
OOOH I love this! So cute!
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Hooked// Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader
Summary: Introducing Sam to the best midnight snack to come out of India (Apart from you, of course.)
Warnings: just some food talk, fem!reader
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"Baby! Get the bags, get the bags, they're gonna fall!" You huff. Lugging the month's groceries was quite the task when you were stubborn and wanted to show off your strength.
Sam chuckles and gets the bags from you, "Damn, the whole store is here."
"Whew, you know I'd rather have the whole store than miss out on stuff when I need it. Spare food is always better than not enough food."
"That's right, so the next time let mee know you're gonna be getting groceries twice your own weight, maybe I can help you out. Come here," He holds your waist and gives you a kiss.
You melt into him. You hands slide up his waist and land on his chest and you press yourself closer to him. Warmth has never been as comforting.
You pull away, "Oh! Oh, I got you something!"
"What'd you get, sweetheart?"
"Oh, one second, let me just-, " You dig through one of the bags, "-there it is! Maggi!"
"Instant noodles? Only you could look so cute excited about instant noodles." Sam teases with a fond look in his eyes.
"And I am excited for good reason!" You whine, "they're the noodles I always rave about! They were stocked at the Indian place and I just loaded up because I don't know when we'd get it again and I really wanted you to try and become a fan because you deserve good things in life. I'm gonna shut up now."
Sam feels nothing short of blessed in the moment. His family showed their love through food all the time so to see you do that as well, the gratitude was too overwhelming to speak in words.
"Don't you ever shut up, silly girl."
"Hey," You smack his chest, "I'm not silly, I'm just I'm love! Also, I'm making you maggi tonight, I gotta get you hooked!"
He kisses you cheek, "I think I already am."
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A/n: HI! I'M KINDA BACK FROM THE DEAD! Hope you like this one! Please comment, reblog and like!
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itsprashimusic · 3 months
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A Barnes Birthday
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Summary - You are celebrating baby barnes' birthday, which is on the same day as your husband's birthday.
Pairings - Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader
W/C - 1.3k
Warnings - fluff, little cussing...i think, no use of y/n, your baby's name is not mentioned, neither is there any description of you or the baby. let me know if i missed anything. Happy reading<3
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At around 4 am you awoke, bursting with excitement. It was your baby's first birthday. And also, one of your husband's. It was difficult for you to fall asleep in the first place, so you thought you might as well get up from your light, restless sleep and get things ready for the day.
Knowing Bucky, he would most likely be knocked out asleep by now and wouldn't wake up till around 8:30 - 9 am. Normally your husband tends to be a light sleeper, but off late he has been sleeping like a log and you hope that carries on to tonight as well. You prayed to the universe he would not wake up when you silently moved out of bed.
First things first you freshened up, ate a quick meal and started decorating the house. Thankfully earlier in the day your baby managed to exhaust himself to a point where he would sleep the whole night without waking up once. You got streamers and balloons out of a box. Some easy to clean up confetti. You gritted your teeth as you tried to move the heavy couch around. You strong husband would have been useful here if this wasn't for his birthday.
You gave up on trying to blow the balloons and decided to bake the cake to get rid of some steam. Figuring out what Bucky would like was not that hard. Ever since Oreo came out, he has absolutely loved it. And with oreo having so many variations now-a-days than just biscuits, it's been the only thing Bucky eats when he wants a snack. Not the healthiest option but the man likes it and needs to eat.
You found a very simple oreo cake that you could make. You got started on making it. Flour, milk, butter, oreo biscuits obviously. By around 6 am the cake was in the oven getting ready. With nothing left to do, you got back to decorating. But there was an issue. You still needed to move the couch to another location.
At that exact moment your phone started ringing loudly. You ran to the kitchen and answered it, mentally kicking yourself for putting in on vibrate. You just hoped Bucky had not woken up. Thankfully he had not. Putting the phone to your ear you whispered-yelled into it, "What?!"
"I get it that you forgot to put your phone on silent?" Sam chuckled on the other side of the line. You blew an irritated breath out as you rolled your eyes. "Yes, I did. You need something Sam, cuz I'm kinda busy with trying to move my heavy ass couch."
"How about you open the door first and then we can figure out if I need something."
You moved from the kitchen to the front door and opened it to reveal a smirking Sam Wilson on the other side. You lowered the phone from your ear, cutting the call. "You son of a-" you say shaking your head a bit, a smile making it way onto your face. You both go in for a quick hug and you invite him inside. Not that he needed the invitation. He practically lived there at this point.
"What are you doing here at this ridiculous hour in the morning?"
"Helping you prepare for a double-birthday party." You didn't know how any man could be as generous as Sam Wilson. It was just a little past 6 in the morning and here he was in your house ready to lend a helping hand in getting your home ready for a birthday party. You smiled a grateful smile and told him about the couch and where you needed help in moving it. He hung his jacket on the coat hanger and got to helping you with whatever you needed.
You left in the middle to bring the cake out of the oven and let it cool. By that time the couch was moved along with some more furniture, balloons were hung and so were some streamers. With the extra help you were able to have the house decorated by 7 am with snacks and everything else ready. That was when you heard some cries coming from the bedroom. Realising that your son was awake, you quickly headed to the room to sooth him before Bucky woke up with the sound.
Bucky was dead asleep. A small part of you was worried with how deep his sleep was, but you knew it meant he was sleeping peacefully. "Hi my baby!" you greeted your son with a soft voice. "You're awake, yes. It's your first birthday." you said while cuddling him. He needed that after he woke up. His cries died down; he was wide awake and cheery. "Yes, its papa's birthday too. We'll wish him later, first let's get you ready for this double birthday."
You got to work bathing him and dressing him up in some adorable but comfortable clothes which would be easy to clean. Sam had headed back to his place to freshen up a bit before your son woke up. It was now past 8 am and you were getting dangerously close to when Bucky would wake up. You took 20 minutes for yourself to look presentable since there would be photos.
Bucky woke up just as you finished changing your clothes. "Doll?" he called out when you weren't found in his sight. "Coming." you replied and walked out of the closet he had built for you. Before fatherhood, Bucky had a big passion for construction. It kept him busy, allowed him do something for you and learn some new skills in the process.
"Happy birthday honey." you say with a smile. "How old are you turning today?" you joke, tilting your head to the side. He opened his arms and pulled you in for a hug. "Ha ha very funny. But thank you." saying the first part with mock annoyance, he pulled away and just stared at you for a good 10 seconds before he asked, "Where's the little one?" You said nothing and just smiled, gesturing him to follow you.
You jogged out of the room making him chase after you. You pick up your son who was waiting with Sam in the living room and stood there waiting for your husband. He walked in and Sam set off a confetti popper in his face which surprised for a second but then he hugged Sam. Bucky pulled back, looked around and then at you holding your son. You took the baby out of your arms and kissed him all over his tiny adorable face.
Bucky wasn't a man of many words and preferred to show his gratitude in actions rather than words. He pulled you close and just kissed the top of your head. You left his side when Sam came closer, "Happy birthday man, and happy birthday little man!" You then came out of the kitchen with the cake and lit candles and set it down on the table. In the moment Bucky couldn't be any more grateful for his little family. You, his son and Sam. They were his motivation for everything he did.
The candles were blown out and the cake was cut and fed to everyone. Your son got to devourer whatever cake was left on an already dirty towel laid on the floor. Sam played the role of a photographer for free, only because it was his nephew's birthday.
"it's been a year already." you say.
"Time flies fast, no?" he held you by his side as you both watch lovingly as Sam plays with your son. Bucky still remembers the time when you were pregnant with him, the random cravings you would have and the mood swings from time to time. There were a few hellish moments, but they were all worth it. Reminiscing about the past only made you more appreciate the present moments even more and anticipate the future.
"Happy birthday once again J."
Bucky didn't reply. But he did kiss you deeply.
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A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts since 2022😐 I wanted to get this out. It started as a random idea which took me forever to write. Hope you enjoyed reading.
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Where The Road Took Me Pairings: The Avengers x Desi!Female!Avengers! Reader
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(GIF credits to owner) Warnings: Mild swearing I guess??? Like I tried to not swear but like sometimes it just enhances it you know what I mean :) Other than that there's not much. Slightly unsupportive parents? Summary: You join the Avengers after an extensive military career. You're looking forward to your first Navratri since retiring, only for the Avengers to have a.... pillow fight?! Word Count: 2,527 words A/N: This is my first fic, so please be nice!! I accept constructive criticism, but I might cry :) I know Sam canonical speaks Arabic, so he might be able to vaguely understand Gujrati since there are overlaps, so we're just going to pretend that he doesn't. And if Tony speaks Hindi, cause I read that somewhere, no he doesn't. Also, since deciding on the readers powers, I realised that there's some overlap with Wanda's, so Wanda doesn't exist here.
Y/F/B/N - Your Friend's boyfriend's name
chai - Indian tea made with spices, honestly incredible couldn't live without it mandir - Hindu place of worship, also known as a temple Navratri - 9 day festival, where you dance well into the morning, a time to celebrate with family and friends chakri - Indian snack? Idk how to describe it, but I'll insert a picture here
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Krishna - Hindu god of protection, compassion and tenderness
bhagvan tarma oopar daya le - God have mercy on you
chanya chori - women's cultural outfit, usually worn on special occasions
kurto (plural - kurta) - men's cultural outfit, usually worn on special occasions
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To say the last couple of months had been a whirlwind was an understatement. You had known you were enhanced since you were a teenager. You were quite clumsy and had fallen down a pretty big hill, and it activated a green grow around you. You had walked away without a scratch. And that's how you found out you could generate forcefields around objects and people to protect them.  You had never told anyone, your family was very conservative. They heavily encouraged you to focus on academics, and actively take part in your local mandir's activities. You practised in private though, wanting to make sure you had full control over your powers, and there wasn't any chance you could hurt anyone even if your powers were based on protection. Your family, well mostly your parents, were less than pleased when you decided you were going to enrol in the army, but you had to take some time for yourself to figure out what you wanted. Growing up in an Indian household was great, but your parents also put immense amounts of pressure on you.  You had thought long and hard about what you wanted, and had come to the decision to enrol in the military. It had caused a lot of arguments with your parents, them not wanted to put their youngest daughter in danger, and you wanting to do something on your own accord. Eventually, you had gotten tired of arguing, had packed up and moved to New York and enrolled. Your parents had gradually come around to the fact that this was something you wanted, and whilst they weren't the most pleased, they had stopped calling you tell you to come home. After a while, they had started becoming more supportive and even visited a few times in between your tours. Your relationship with them still had a while to go before it would become like it was before you enrolled, but at least you had your sister. You two had always been close growing up, and whilst she didn't know you were enhanced, no one did, she was the first person you told that you wanted to enrol. She had been very supportive, she had seen that even though you had always got good grades, it was more for your parents rather than yourself. She had been on your side the whole time, and had helped you to move into your apartment in New York.  It all changed on your ninth tour. It was night, and your unit was preparing to go to sleep when you came under fire. Without thinking, you had thrown your forcefield up, praying it worked; you had never tried to protect anything more than a car, and there were 15 people in your unit, and you were all spread out. Your team had looked at you in shock, but you were more focused on making sure the forcefield didn't collapse. The tour lasted another 6 months, and after it ended, you were called to the General's office, where Colonel Rhodes was waiting for you. "Colonel Rhodes, General," you greeted, snapping a salute. "At ease, Major Y/L/N," Colonel Rhodes said, smiling. "I'm sure you're wondering why you were called here today." "I am, yes," you said, slightly confused. "Well, General Hammond here informed me of what happened on your latest tour." You tensed slightly. You had hoped it would be brushed under the carpet, but you should have known it wouldn't be. What would happen now? "The General and I have discussed it, and we feel your gifts would be better utilised in the Avengers. Your military achievements combined with your…. talents would be extremely beneficial in protection. After training with Agent Romanoff, you would be able to work alongside Lieutenant Wilson." You blinked in shock, that was not what you expected. You took a few seconds to collect your thoughts, before responding. "With all due respect Colonel Rhodes, what about my unit?"  This time General Hammond spoke up. "Well Major Y/L/N, you're eligible for retirement after 8 years of service, and you have completed 12 years. If you do not wish to retire, we can always put you on the reserve team. But I feel that this is an incredible opportunity for you. You'd still be serving the country, just in a different way. You'd be
protecting the Earth from extraterrestrials."  You sighed internally. General Hammond was right; it was an incredible opportunity. You had always known you didn't want to stay in the military forever - that was never your plan. You had planned to go back into education at some point to study veterinary medicine or maybe veterinary physiotherapy. Maybe this was your sign.  You could be part of the Avengers and study veterinary medicine. You took a deep breath. "Okay, when do I start?"  And that was that.  Colonel Rhodes flew with you to the Avengers Tower where you were introduced to the team. Natasha put you through a day of rigorous training that left every muscle in your body sore. After that specific form of torture, she had smirked and said "you'll do." You got on with the rest of the team too. Tony are like siblings, constantly exchanging sarcastic remarks and witty banter. You went on run with Sam who was glad he had someone to run at his pace for once, and you often visited local cafes and bakeries throughout the city together after your runs. You sparred with Bucky, wanting to improve at hand to hand combat, since you were more comfortable with weapons. He also gave you pointers on how to use a knife. You talked about art with Steve, not to mention having girls weekdays with Nat.  Tony had offered you your own floor at the Tower, but you have politely declined. Needless to say, you hadn't informed your parents that you had joined the Avengers team, merely telling them that you had retired to study veterinary medicine. It wasn't exactly a lie, just not the whole truth. They had been ecstatic to say the least, they had never liked you being in the military, despite bragging to all their relatives. So you didn't plan on telling them you had joined the Avengers any time soon, preferably never. However, being on the reserve team came with its own problems. It was difficult getting used to being at home knowing you weren't getting called back any time soon. It had taken a while to create a routine for yourself. You decided to sign up for online university, it would have been too much to study on campus when you were still getting used to civilian life.  Slowly but surely, you created a routine for yourself. You woke up every morning, made yourself a cup of chai, and went through any readings you needed for that day, and made sure you had done all the assignments that were due that day. You then went on a run with Sam and sometimes Steve, with Sam showing you his favourite places in the city, often stopping for snacks. You then got through your lectures and seminars. Occasionally, you had to go in for dissections and required practicals, but those were few and far between.  You had gotten into the habit of going to your local mandir, it brought you a sense of peace, and you had connected with other people like you through it. Then you visited the tower for team bonding, depending on what day it was. Sometimes it was training and exercises, but other times it was just watching movies and pigging out on takeout. You hadn't been called on any major missions yet, and you were glad. You were enjoying this new routine, and didn't want it to change. Today was an exciting day for you. It was the first day of Navratri, your favourite Hindu festival. It was a celebration of the Goddess Druga over Mahishasura, the ultimate good over evil. The friends you had made at mandir were at your place, and you were all currently getting ready, and were all going to dance the night away, before crashing at your place and going out for breakfast in the morning. You were hella excited, it was the first Navratri you were celebrating in 12 years. You should have known something was going to happen. You were sitting on your couch, watching your friends panic over the folds of their dupatta, or their eyeshadow, or whether the heels matched their outfit. Personally, you didn't think it was going to matter, since they were going to come off anyway. You had gotten ready ages ago, so you were just snacking on some
chakri, and drinking chai, when your phone went off. You glanced at the contact, and saw it was Tony. You cursed. You had prayed to Krishna that nothing would happen today, but it looked like your prayers hadn't been answered. Sighing, you picked up, putting the phone to your ear. "Hey Tony, what's up?" "How quickly can you get to the Tower?" he asked, words rushed. You immediately went into combat mode, mind going at 100 miles an hour. Looks like the world isn't planning on giving you a break any time soon. "Uh, if I take my car I can be there in 10 mins flat," you reply, grabbing your coat and keys. "Great, see you in 10!" You glanced down and let out a string of curses. You were still in your Navratri clothes. Oh well, you change when you got there. You kept some spare stuff there anyway. You looked over at your friends, who were still in the process of getting ready. You sighed. Hopefully whatever the emergency was wouldn't take too long, and you can still go ahead with your plans. "Hey guys," you called out. "Something came up, so I'm just going out for an hour or so, but I should be able to make it to the venue soon." "Aw, what?" Your friend complained. "We've been planning this for months!" "I know, I'm sorry, but this won't take too long. Y/F/B/N is picking us up, and he still is, I'll just grab an Uber for the way there and come home with you guys." Your friends agreed, and you gave them all a quick hug before sprinting out to your car and rushing to the Tower. Your thoughts were all over the place; what could the emergency be? You reached the tower, using the special Avengers entrance, and mentally prepared yourself to enter the floor. Whatever you were prepared for, it certainly wasn't this.  It was mayhem, sure, but not the The Avengers Tower just got attacked by giant evil super villains mayhem. It was more The Avengers decided to act like 5 year olds and start a pillow fight on the entirety of the common floor.  "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FRICK IS GOING ON?!" You exclaimed, a mixture of terrified and angry. Had you seriously panic driven to the Tower for this?! Everyone turned towards you, and their eyes widened. You probably looked like a right sight, in full chanya chori, makeup, 4 inch heels and breathing heavily. "Y/N! You look-" Sam stuttered. "You look amazing! Is that a chanya chori?" Natasha cut in, looking very sheepish for a Black Widow. "That's not the point! Today was the first time in ages I actually had plans and I got a call telling me to come to the Tower immediately! Naturally, I think it's an emergency, and rush over, only to find the world's mightiest heroes having a goddamn pillow fight!" You ranted waving your hands about. If it was possible, they look even more chastised, resembling 5 year olds. "I am leaving, and if any single one of you try to call me, bhagvan tarma oopar daya le." You storm out and get into your car, leaving the Avengers gaping like fish. "Damn, I didn't know Y/N could get angry. I mean, she's put up with us for months without getting even slightly annoyed." Tony remarked, causing Rhodey to slap him. You have a great time celebrating Navratri, it's been a while, but you still remember all the moves, and it's nice to spend time with your friends. The next day, after having brunch with your friends, you decide to head to the Tower. No sense avoiding the problem. You take a deep breath before stepping into the elevator, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to take you up to the communal floor. You exited the floor, and were surprised to find all of the Avengers were there. "Um, hi," you said nervously.  "Hey Y/N!" Steve greeted. "Listen guys, I'm sorry about last-" "Nuh uh!" Tony interjected, jumping up. "We owe you an apology. I should have told you it wasn't an emergency." "Nah it's fine, I was just stressed last night," you say, shrugging, and smile to show all is forgiven. "Come sit down, I wanna hear everything, your outfit looked amazing!" Natasha said. You sat down, grinning and began to explain the story behind why you
celebrate Navratri, and explained the cultural clothes that you were wearing. "That sounds like a lot of fun!" Sam said. "Well, you guys can come today if you want! The festival goes on for 9 days, we were planning to go for at least a couple of the days anyway!" You exclaimed, excited. You loved Navratri, and the whole culture in general, and you really wanted to show the others what Hinduism is about. There were various noises of agreement, you spent a while helping them to order specific clothes for the event - kurtas for the boys and a chanya chori for the girls. You helped Nat and Pepper get ready, and honestly they absolutely rocked their outfits. Natasha was in a maroon chanya chori, with silver embellishments, whilst Pepper was in a cream chanya chori, with black thread detailing. They looked like a million bucks. You were just finishing up on makeup when the boys walked in, and it was safe to say they all rocked their kurtas. Steve was wearing a dark blue kurto, whilst Bucky was wearing an emerald green one. Tony was obviously wearing a red kurto, with intricate gold detailing. Your eyes wandered over to Sam, and your mouth went dry. He was wearing a black Bangalori kurto and looked so good you almost dropped your mouth open in shock. "Stop drooling," Natasha smirked, nudging you, causing you to snap out of it. You stuck your tongue out at her, before speaking up. "You guys look amazing! You all ready?"  After confirmation from everyone, everyone trooped into the elevator. You were driving, since you were the only one who actually knew where you were going. Honestly, the whole night was incredible, and you taught the other Avengers a lot. They genuinely seemed interested, especially Sam, which brought you hope that maybe, one day he'd like you back. Wherever the road takes you, right?
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I have great taste!
A/N: This is my entry for Muskan’s 500 followers celebration! Congratulations again on this follower milestone Muski ( @thebookwormslytherin​ ) and I can’t wait to write for more such follower milestone celebrations. Also, thank you for hosting this!!!!! Love ya!.And forgive me for this less than subpar submission.
Also this is the first time I’ve tried writing for Sam Wilson so all feedbacks and criticism are most welcome! Hope I haven’t done too bad lol.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x desi!reader (she is not as desi as I wanted but whatevs)
Words: 2752
(College au, roomates au)
Warning: A couple of swear words (And this fic isn’t beta-ed...so)
Prompt: “You got a crush on me? Ew”
Summary: Y/N gets cheated on and had to move out of her ex’s boyfriend’s house. Luckily, Sam’s roomate is moving out as well creating a vacancy. Who knows what outcome staying with your friend can bring about? 
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“I know I am stupid and I never should’ve moved in with him so soon” Y/N sniffled and rubbed her red puffy and tear filled eyes dry with the sleeve of the shirt she had on as she whispered and hiccupped through berating herself after the revelation she had made that very morning. “But I cannot stay in that house Natasha! Not anymore! What do I do?” Natasha, ever concerned, patted her back, sympathy etched deep into her features whilst Y/N continued to whisper her despair into the table top where her head lay. . 
Y/N had just that very morning discovered her boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend with his tongue deep in some other person’s mouth, while naked, on the bed they shared. Y/N had been out for the night, studying with Natasha for the upcoming exams and had unexpectedly gone home early in the morning to grab some notes only to be met with the devastating sight.
Needless to say, Y/N bolted out of the very apartment she called home for the past few months, holding back the bile and the tears rising to surface rapidly and rushed back to Natasha’s place which was only a couple of blocks away to unleash the slew of tears and heartbreak.
The sound of the jingling of the lock and the shuffling of shoes against the hardwood announced the return of the boys who had left the girls the night before to  their own devices and had shifted themselves to do whatever it is that college boys do. Steve, Sam and Bucky certainly hadn’t anticipated the sight before them and already had their hackles raised, ready to have a faceoff with whatever had caused unease to their friends, but instantly settled down when Natasha motioned them to. Y/N also had significantly been drawn out of her crying stupor at their entrance.
The boys had the decency to not pry into the matters and let things be told to them, they had learned from previous experiences after all. Nat looked at Y/N and she nodded.
“Y/N went to her apartment this morning and saw Rumlow sticking his tongue deep into someone’s throat. So…” The room went into an uproar and chaos ensured as if all hell had broken loose. A chorus of “Damn it” and “I’ll fuck him up” and certain more colorful words were heard, which were then stopped and the rage was coaxed down by one menacing gaze from Natasha and a tearful sob from Y/N.
Steve immediately found his place beside Y/N and held her under the crook of his arms, hugging her tightly and Bucky and Sam settled for sitting across from them, sympathy and rage and sorrow in equal measures creeping into their features as she once again resumed crying into Steve’s shirt.
After loads of incomprehensive mumbling and sobbing till her throat felt like sandpaper and she could go no further due to exhaustion, Y/N raised her head to face the rest of the group around her. “Now that I have sufficiently rubbed tears and snot all over Steve’s clothes” She snorted causing chuckles to emanate from other’s mouths, “I have to figure out where I am going to stay, given my imminent homelessness.”
“Stay here!  I can crash on the sofa, you can take the room. Nat and Buck already sleep in their room.” Steve piped in from beside her. Bucky nodded in agreement as did Nat.
A small frown took over her face. “No, no” She shook her head. “I can’t. You three are already… I can’t make you sleep on a couch in your own house, Stevie. And I cannot couch crash with the amount of stuff I have. I am definitely not going to let that asshole keep my furniture. They’re too cute and costed a fortune” This was enough to cause smiles to spread on their faces.
“That’s my girl!” Bucky cheered on.
“Yeah so I need more permanent options.”
“What about Tony? We can talk to him—“
“Not Tony!” Y/N cut Bucky off mid sentence. “I am not going to stay with Tony for the same reason Steve won’t. He wouldn’t accept rent and I’ll feel guilty and highly uncomfortable living in that state of art house. How the fuck do you have sex there Steve? Aren’t you afraid you’ll break something?” Steve turned red at the mention of his sex life and Bucky and Sam snickered like a schoolgirl. Natasha, noticing the very apparent discomfort cleared her throat pointedly.
“What about your old apartment?”
 “I think the landlord already rented it to someone else.”
Sam, who had been silent thus far finally decided to speak up, “Riley is moving out in a couple of days. I haven’t looked for anyone yet and I am sure I can’t afford the rent by myself.” He looked at her meaningfully.
Y/N’s eyes brightened. “Of course! Oh you’re a savior Sammy!” She jumped up to hug him and sagged in relief when he wrapped his hands around her.
“Yeah, yeah.” He tried to say nonchalantly but the tender kiss he placed on the top of her head that was buried into his side and the tense look he shot at Natasha who had been wiggling her eyebrows at him betrayed his emotions to the rest of the occupants of the room if not to the object of the emotions.
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All of Y/N’s stuff had been picked up and packed into the second-hand pickup truck Bucky owned. ‘It has a certain amount of personality’ he had said when buying it against the wishes of everyone around him. Certain choice words had been spat at Rumlow and papers had been thrown at his face dramatically and tears had been held back satisfactorily. Sam had to be contained to avoid him throwing punches and the party had been successful at extracting all important things from the apartment, furniture included.
It didn’t take much time for Y/N to settle into her new living space. She was fairly familiar with the apartment given all the time she previously spent there trying to make sense of her chemistry notes with Sam. And even though it was a house previously lived in by a couple of boys, it was surprisingly very clean. Her furniture, after a lot of moving it around was satisfactorily placed and dare she say complemented the preexisting stuff in the house very well. (The blue of the couch matched the gray of the curtains Sam had picked very well. He did have a good taste after all!)
It took merely 2 months for them to settle into a nice routine. Sam, the early riser, was responsible for breakfast. Pancakes or waffles or eggs and bacon. He was a masterful breakfast cook and Y/N was forced to adopt healthy eating habits after not much persuasion. Sam had replaced his caffeine fix with Chai*. Although chai was left to be Y/N’s department of expertise. He had tried making it once and it ended with what looked like a grimace and a forced smile on Y/N’s face. Tea making was a talent he didn’t possess.
After her classes finished for the evening, Y/N would go and hang out in the café Sam part-time worked at so they could head back home together. Dinner was on Y/N and her grandma who guided her through video calls had apparently taken a liking for Sam. He had definitely heard whispered conversations in a language he didn’t understand much of and his name being mentioned often. Anyhow, study nights were all the more easier when both the members of the group occupied the same house and there was no fear of notes getting mixed up and rushing over to each other in between lectures to exchange them back. . Life was a well oiled machine when lived with appropriate people, after all.
They had also adapted the system of movie nights. Both had found each other lacking in their own definition of pop culture and had decided to teach the other and make them a respectable member of society, wise enough to get popular references. Saturday nights were mostly unoccupied and hence were conveniently movie nights. Each picked one movie, unseen by the other on alternate weeks. And oh boy, it was an event.
The couch was loaded with throw pillows and blankets, temperature was brought down and hoodies were worn for utmost comfort. Popcorn was popped, candies were bought a plenty and if the occasion called for it, or the ambience of the movie, beer was welcomed. And on occasion, they even fell asleep on the couch (If their backs were witches, they would’ve been cursed by now).
One such night, after loud exclamations of ‘How could you not have watched it!’ and ‘She was my bi awakening!’ and ‘This would not be borne’, Pride and Prejudice was the movie they settled upon. By the end of the movie a half asleep Y/N had ended up draped halfway over Sam with her head comfortably nestled into the crook of his shoulders and neck, her every breath peacefully lulling Sam into the state of drowsiness. Sam knew from previous experiences aplenty that he would regret sleeping like this in the morning but he couldn’t be bothered right now. Future Sam could deal with a bit of back pain.
“It would be nice to have someone to tell you that they love you most ardently. I wish I could have someone tell me that they love me most ardently and mean it.” Y/N mumbled with her eyes closed.
“I will if you let me.” Sam subconsciously let it slip and then tensed up immediately when he realized what he had said. When he did not feel any reaction, he relaxed back again but not without a frown. He half wished she were awake and could listen to what he had said. At least that way it would have been out and on the table. It would also be terribly painful if she didn’t feel the same and ended up feeling uncomfortable around him.
It had taken a very long time for Y/N to again be comfortable and confident after her breakup. She was apparently very serious about the asshole and he had broken her heart. Good thing Sam reciprocated by breaking his nose! (Don’t tell Y/N though. She thinks Brock broke his nose when he fell down the stairs. This was not completely a lie… Sam did push him down the stairs as well. Don’t worry. There were just 5 steps)
Anyhow, it was getting tough for him to control his emotions around her. He couldn’t help but stare at her when she laughed so openly at his lame jokes. He couldn’t help but stare at her lips when she tasted his newest experimentation on pancake batter. He couldn’t help his eyes when they inadvertently went towards her table, when he was supposed to pay attention to the order in front of him at the café. He couldn’t help but deviate towards her at any given chance. He couldn’t help but savor all her little touches. And he was afraid that he was painfully obvious. If not to her then to everyone else around him.
All these thoughts kept encircling his brain and he fell asleep, clutching Y/N a little bit closer than before, burying his nose further into her hair. Morning came and Sam surprisingly woke up alone with a blanket draped over him. Generally he was the first to wake up. He got up and followed the noises coming from the kitchen to see Y/N making breakfast. And of course, chai. Some old Hindi song played on the radio softly and he could see the hello kitty apron he had bought for her as a joke hastily thrown on, its back untied.
It was a picture of serenity, to an outsider maybe. But Sam knew there was something off. Y/N getting up this early, cooking and old hindi songs playing was a deceptive picture that screamed something was bothering her.
“You cooking something, hon?” He said out loud as he made his way to the dining table. Y/N jumped slightly at being startled and then nodded enthusiastically. Almost too enthusiastically. Sam narrowed his eyes. Without turning to face him Y/N explained further. “You were asleep. I woke up early and thought I could make something. It’s been days since we’ve had poha*, no?”
Sam kept quiet and decided to take out plates and set the table instead. They kept working silently but the silence was too heavy. It settled over his skin thickly and Sam didn’t like the feeling. Once they were sat on the table Sam decided to bring up the subject again, the silence and awkwardness becoming a little troubling.
“What’s wrong Y/N? You know you can share it with me. I am here.” He said, placing a comforting hand on hers. Her eyes that were focused on her plate shot unto his face.
“I heard what you said last night.” She blurted out, eyes still trained at him. Sam was stunned into silence and his heartbeat rose rapidly. It was incredibly unexpected and sudden and Sam was caught off guard. Incredibly so.
“You- you did.” He stammered stupidly. Y/N nodded. “I was on the verge of drifting off and I heard it and I-“ She fell silent, her eyes slipped to where his hand rested on hers, her teeth automatically trapping her bottom lip between them.
“I like you. Like like you. I have, since the day we met at Steve’s party and you went on and on about tea and how to make it and how coffee could never compare and you weren’t even drunk!” Y/N let out a chuckle at that and Sam continued. “I couldn’t help but fall for you and I looked for reasons to spend time with you, snatching every opportunity to have you around me. I know I am sounding like the cheesiest cheesy person, like a kraft’s dinner but add cheddar to it level of cheesy, but you being happy makes me so fucking happy! And that’s the point. I can bear to see you be sad and if this makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop. I will. I won’t mention this ever again and we could go back to being us and you aren’t obligated to reciprocate my feelings or anything. But I think I don’t have it in me to keep it in anymore.”
He finally looked up to look at her and maybe take a breath after the rant he just had in one go and found her still staring at their hands. Assuming that it made her uneasy, he proceeded to take it away, his heart sinking. But he was stopped by her fingers grasping at his sleeves.
She peered from under her tear laced lashes to look at him. “You have a crush on me? Ew” she let out a sound that sounded like something between a sob and a snort and a smile spread across her lips. “I thought you had better taste.” She joked albeit a bit bashfully.
Sam felt a weight lift off his chest and the urge to bang his head against an iron pole reduced significantly. “Hey, I have great taste! I picked up those gray curtains that go so well with your blue couch and that you love very much. Also I introduced you to real maple syrup and took you away from that ‘aunt jemima’ bullshit you were poisoning yourself with.”
“Hey I am a college student who earns just enough to fulfill my bare necessities so give me a break! That shit is costly. And I was the one who introduced you to Mukesh*, okay?” She held his hand now and intertwined her fingers with his.
“Goes to say how good my taste is.”
“I like you too.”
Silence fell over them once again as they giddily looked at each other and held hands, the chai long gone cold and the poha turned a little stiff. But the silence now was palatable, pleasant even.
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A couple days  later, chaos ensued again in their little group when Y/N planted a sound kiss on Sam’s lips before separating from the group with a quick cheeky ‘goodbye’ to go to her class. The chorus of ‘How?’ and ‘When?’ and ‘I want details’ and a quiet call of ‘who won the bet then’ left hanging in the air for Sam to answer.
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*Translations:
Chai: Chai is tea ofcourse. But its also more than tea. Its an concoction made of tea, water, milk, sugar and spices all meticulously brought to a boil and then heated some more. It is a thing that requires practice, but also some magic.
Poha: Poha is a breakfast food made of flattened rice flakes sauted with onions and other vegetables and spices, according to one’s preferences hich is served warm with a dash of lemon and a sprinkling of coriander (Varun Thakur’s stand up, anyone?) 
Mukesh: A very illustrious, very very famous indian musician from the 60′s and 70′s. He had the voice of an angel.
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Hope this was a bearable read! As said earlier, feedback and criticism is always welcome!
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luke-o-lophus · 4 years
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Coming Back to Life Pt.2
Part 1 can be found here
Part 3 is up now!
Sam Wilson , Indian/Desi Reader , Bucky Friendship
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“But I want a shower, not a bath”, you whine while Sam half supports half drags you to his bathroom.
“You can barely stand”, Sam says with a roll of his eyes.
“Then how do you know I won’t drown in your goddamn tub if I’m so outta it?”
He mutters curses at that comment and shoves the door open with his shoulder,”I’m gonna get grey hair soon and it’ll be on you.”
You slump heavily on the toilet while he starts running the bath. You drag your toes in little lines on the tiles, leaving small trails of mud. Normally Sam would scream at that, but now he was just glad you had the energy to do something useless. A tap on your shoulder makes you look up and raise your arms above you slowly. Sam wordlessly takes off the jacket, tosses it into a bucket nearby. He raises his brows at the blouse you’re wearing underneath. “That jacket’s too big on you and this is not your mission gear”, he points out, but you just hum in response. Of course this shimmery gold blouse isn’t your mission attire. Sam just sighs hard. This was unusual, really unusual, and it was eating at him. But he knew better than to probe right now. Anyhow, you could go only so long without spilling all the beans to him, or Bucky. If that man didn’t look out for you as much as he did, Sam would’ve wiped off his face the smug grin he got every time you shared something with him first.
Sam returns to the job at hand, testing the water with his fingertips and turning the tap off. You were half asleep where you were seated; he shakes you awake gently. A groan and squint of your eyes, waving your hand at the light he’d turned on. He flicks it off immediately and pulls you to a standing position. A little fumbling with the buttons of your jeans then he kneels to help you pull them off. “I need to keep extra underwear at your place”, you mutter absently.
“I’ll get a shirt for now”, he offers, helping you into the tub and lowering you  into the warm water. “And I’ll tell Barnes to bring over a few sets of your stuff. You’re staying here for a bit.”
Normally, you would’ve argued on that just for the heck of it. Today you just nod and dip further into the water, eyes shut. Sam considers leaving, but another look at you makes him sigh and pull the stool to sit by the tub.
“This is like raising a teenager”, he mutters in mock annoyance and your lips curl to a smile. “I got a headache”, you mumble back and Sam snorts. “Once you’re cleaned up pretty sure we’ll see more than just a headache. Were those rope burns on your arms or what?”, he asks almost casually. You hum again and scoot closer to him, resting your back on the tub's side. Sam knows the drill, this ain’t the first time you’d shown up with well, injuries. But he could swear he’d never seen you so out of it in your headspace. Nevertheless, not the time to bring it up. So instead, he focuses on wetting your hair and squeezing out some shampoo. Lathering up, he starts carding fingers through your locks again, the aromatic foam smoothening the matted hair. It gets hard to keep the fond smile off his face when you relax back almost immediately. Bucky had remembered that shampooing his little sister’s hair used to calm her down. He then tried it that one time he’d found you in the midst of a panic attack. Turns out, you were a sucker for it too.
“I’ll tell you in the afternoon, ‘kay? Tell Buck to wait, please?”, you suddenly pipe up in a small voice when he’s done washing your hair. Sam kisses the top of your head before getting up,”Sure, anything for princess.”
You splutter in indigation at that while he leaves to get clothes, shooting a knowing grin your way. And finally you feel awake enough to process your surroundings.
“Your shorts...almost fit me”, you note with surprise when he’s helping you to his guestroom. “That’s ‘cause they’re not mine. That’s Captain Little Ass’s shorts.”, he chuckles and you giggle at his nickname for Steve. “I really should keep some of my stuff here, everyone else seems to have theirs.” you say. Sam glares at you as he hoists you up onto the bed. “Yeah ‘cause when I bring ladies home what they’ll wanna see is a pair of lacy underwear just hanging around on some chair”, he grumbles and you laugh loudly at that, clutching your side. Your laughs are broken by groans, twinges shooting up from your lip and sides. Sam shakes his head in exasperation and just leaves to get his medi kit. You smile at his retreating figure, wondering what you’d done to deserve him. Turning to a side, there's a glass of milk and a plate with toast and a banana sitting on the bedside table. Seriously, when did he get the time to do that?
“You should just hang up a sign...Free Food and Lodging for Secret Service Personnel in Crisis”, you tease him when he’s back. You’re still sipping the cold milk slowly, cradling the cold glass to your lips. “It’s not like you people give me much of a choice”, he grunts, starting to wrap the ankle you’re limping on with a crepe bandage. “Sure, sure”, you say with a playful twinkle in your eye.
Eating is painful, but Sam doesn’t give in to your puppy eyes. “Not later, now”, he says firmly.
“You just enjoy being a mother hen”, you shoot back. He smirks at that, the cheeky bastard,”Y’know what, maybe I do.”
Bucky is at least two shades paler when he’s knocking at Sam’s door. “Where’s she?”, he demands as soon as the door swings ajar. Sam takes in his sleep tousled hair, bag on one arm and helmet tucked under another. “Good morning to you too”, he grumbles, moving aside for the man to enter. “Don’t fuck with me, Wilson”, he hisses as he almost storms inside. “Jeez man, she’s just sleeping, chill out”, Sam whispers and Bucky almost slumps in relief. He places the things on the table and quietly makes his way to the guestroom, Sam close behind. Bucky leans against the door frame, taking in your form curled up under the sheets and wet dark hair fanning out on the pillow. His eyes narrow on the lines of blackish discoloration on the arm that's not hidden by the blanket. They certainly look like rope burns and he turns to Sam for an explanation. The man shrugs and shakes his head. "She told you to wait up. I'm making coffee...If you drink that sorta thing." He gives the metal shoulder a pat and walks away.
Bucky walks in, frown deepening as he took in the purple swelling of your lip and a cut on the same side of your face. With a deep sigh, he gives your head a small comforting stroke and retreats to the kitchen.
"You're an asshole", he mutters to the Falcon. "Who the fuck texts her name and emergency in all caps and a 'come over with her clothes'?"
"Hey I had my share of scare when she turned up. You didn't have to see how she was then. You deserved that message." Sam takes a sip of the strong black coffee.
"Did she tell you she had a mission?", Bucky purses his lips, cup forgotten in his hands.
"I thought she told you.", Sam shrugs.
"How bad are the injuries?", There's a grimace to that line when spoken.
Sam shakes his head,"She's confident nothing's broken. An ankle sprain, nothing too bad. But likely there'll be more bruises with time. She...keeps wincing whereas there aren't much marks yet."
Bucky rubs the ghost of a headache from his temples,"I feel like there's a 'but' to this, Wilson."
"Well, she was completely zoned out when she came. Sort of a daze? Didn't want to snap out of ..I don't know..'mission mode'?"
Long moments of silence pass while Bucky quietly sips his coffee and weighs the various possibilities. Finally he spoke up.
"She reminds me of Becca", he says, looking out of the window at the world waking up to a new day.
Sam cocks his head,"Man I've never seen your sister but I'm darn sure she looks nothing like Rebecca"
Bucky rolls his eyes, pushing off the seat and going to the sink to wash his cup. "You know what I mean", He says, not unkindly.
It's then that in goodness knows how long, Sam doesn't argue with him.
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random thought.
I feel like Gulabi Aankhein is such a Bucky Barnes song. Doesn’t matter if he is actually absolute bonkers for someone. He’d just start singing it and pull a Bollywood Dance Number outta nowhere on the person for plain shits and giggles. Just to see the perplexed look. And relish in the murderous rage but take pride in the reluctant smile breaking out nonetheless.
I feel like this should be a desi!SamBucky @ad1thi ??
or if anyone wanna make my desi dreams come true. Please, by all means...up for grabs.
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jaaneymann · 5 years
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an mcu desi au masterlist!
Hi, it’s me, a desi who’s obviously a slut for desi au imagines bc as much as i love fics in general, it just hits a little different when it’s based in your own culture and i’m sure everyone can agree with that. And I know that there’s more than one desi au fics out there, so i’m going to try and make a masterlist of all desi au fics for you know, convenience and guilty pleasure. So qualifications for a fic to be a desi au are as follows:
is set in india
the character (not the reader or y/n) is explicitly established as being desi as their mcu selves of even as their au selves (eg. businessman bucky who’s from Delhi)
the reader (y/n) is explicitly established as being desi, there must be at least one(1) reference of something desi
what i mean is, it doesn’t count as a desi au fic if it’s established that the character is desi but it ends at that. there have to be certain parts in the fic that elaborate on that be it “talking about back home” or “ordering in biriyani” or “making chai” so it’s more than just implied, yk?
if the characters (again, not the reader or y/n) speaks your mother tongue! any desi mother tongue! (counts even if they know it as a second language or basically not their first language)
So if your fic or you know of a fic that includes ANY ONE of the above points, rec them to me or comment their names and I’m going to add it to the masterlist! It can be any characters in the MCU, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a reader insert fic either! So let’s signal boost this so we can gather all the desi aus together.
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annathesillyfriend · 3 years
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Anna's April Fic Recs ✨
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Hello everyone, wellcome to my April fic recommendations (part 1) masterpost! This is a new thing I want to try to do and create a list like that twice a month. It really pains me that the amazing authors out there don't get the recognition they dereserve so I'm gonna do what I can to spread my love for them. I also hope more people will get to experience the joy of reading all these wonderful works!
To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much! To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It's the least we could do to show our gratitude.
Without further ado, here are the fic I read this month and adored
MARVEL
Bucky Barnes
Take a chance on me by @jurassicbarnes
one-shot, single mum!au, fwb to lovers
Bucky's game nights by @eurynome827
series, slow burn, they're playing games with their hearts
Baby fever by @youlightmeupfinn
one-shot, who wouldn't want that man as their baby daddy?
All yours by @babyboibucky
one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky
A single thread by @jobean12-blog
one-shot, coffeeshop with Buck
New adventures by @celestialbarnes
one-shot, best friends to lovers
Beautiful girl by @borkingbarnes
one-shot, a morning with Buck
Erase every trace by @angrythingstarlight
one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky
What you need by @buckycuddlebuddy
one-shot, 18+, best friend and roommate!Bucky, a cam is involved 👀
Cookies, kisses and such by @sweetbucky
one-shot, friends to lovers
The Match by @/babyboibucky
series, ceo!bucky
Policework by @jurassicbarnes
one-shot, police detectives!au
Eyes on you by @kleohoneyao3
one-shot, 18+
Take me as I am, whoever I am by @/jurassicbarnes
one-shot, 18+
Greedy by @/babyboibucky
one-shot, 18+, hot hot hot!
Destructive by @buckybarnesdiaries
one-shot, Bucky's scared of his feelings
Sunday kinda' love by @msmarvelwrites
one-shot, 18+, some things are more important than breakfast
Separation, connection (part 2) by @firefly-in-darkness
two-shot, 18+, the angst is strong in this one
Angel on her knees by @/babyboibucky
one-shot, 18+, Bucky gets some love hehe
Feelings are fatal by @sunmoonandbucky
series, steve leaves to be with Peggy, reader deals with the loss
It's messy inside, let me take your coat by @/divine-mistake
one-shot, 18+, plus size!reader
Beautiful people by @nacho-bucky
series, plus size!reader, the most real, beautiful, human story
Sam Wilson
Dancing with Sam Wilson would include... by @certifiedskywalker
head cannon, the title says it all
Positions by @luciilferss
one-shot, 18+, Sam's a gem Monday through Sunday
Identity by @samwilsons-pillowpecs
series, Sam loses memory and they say he wanted to kill Bucky
Amartment 3C by @/bohemianpages
series, Sam comes back from the snap to find his flat occupied
Honest by @xbuchananbarnes
one-shot, tfatws!sam
The first time you realise you are in love by @barnesnroses
part of a mini series, the fluff 😫
Walk me home by @whisperlullaby
one-shot, Sam comes to the rescue
Memory loss by @/captain-kelli
series, Sam and reader are on a hunt for winter solider
SamBucky
Cratures of habit by @callitdreamland
miniseries, sambucky x reader
How sweet it is by @indyluckycharlie
series, sambucky modern!au
The therapist by @holylulusworld
mini series, y/n helps them with their problems
Steve Rogers
Glitter by @sarahwroteathing
one-shot, elementary teacher!Steve x single mom!reader
Error by @buckysknifecollection
one-shot, de-serumed!steve
Words whispered in the dark by @anika-ann
part of the Attached series or stand alone, modern-college-professor AU, 18+
Corrupting a good boy by @donutloverxo
series, ceo!steve x desi!reader
Cash rules everything around me by @/slyyywriting
series, stripper!steve
Where the love light gleams by @/sunmoonandbucky
series, social media!au
Sharon Carter
Permanent by @/samwilsons-pillowpecs
one-shot, tattoo artist!sharon
Loki Laufeyson
Steam by @the--sad--hatter
series, slowburn, enemies to frenemies to idiots in love
Peter Parker
Love sick and a little bit drunk by @spideyspeaches
one-shot, collage!peter
Invisible string by @peterbenjiparker
series, soulmate!au
Don't hold back by @hollandcrush
one-shot, 18+, college!peter
Dancing with our hand tied by @/justeclipseblogs
series, stark!reader, enemies to lovers
My medication by @/kelieah
one-shot, broken teens in love
HOLLAND & CO.
Tom Holland
Lockscreen by @cherrycheridarling
one-shot, famous!reader
Monday mornings by @blissfulparker
one-shot, professor!tom x professor!reader
Written in the stars by @ptersmj
one-shot, fuff!!!
Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0
series, fwb!tom
Ski date by @tetralea
one-shot, 18+, idiots in love, friends to lovers
Take sugar? by @/hollandcrush
one-shot, carpenter!tom x ex-best friend!reader, 18+
I swear to God I never fall in love by @hazofmyheart
one-shot, fratboy!tom, 18+, spoiler alert: he does
Break up with your girlfriend by @rosyparkers
one-shot, 18+, frat football player!tom, cheerleader!y/n, fwb au
Perennial by @peeterparkr
series, sequel to Perdify, the biggest oof moment yet
All for her by @screamholland
series, single dad!tom
Royal convinience by @/poetrcy
series, royal!au
Kiss me slowly by @/storybookholland
one-shot, soft frat!tom
Harry Holland
Always by @/multiholland
series, best freind!harry
Sam Holland
'tis the damn season by @/unsaidholland
one-shot, ex boyfriend!sam
Our night by @/storybookholland
one-shot, jealous!sam
Harrison Osterfield
No way by @soft-haz
one-shot, friends to lovers
Second self by @/soft-haz
one-shot, 18+, reader gives Haz a hand wink wink
Harrison mastelist by @allegra-writes
lots of great Haz things!
Bet on it by @storybookholland
series, fwb
THE IRREGULARS
Whole masterlist by @uglypastels
these all wonderful!! you should also check out the amazing art works at the bottom of this masterlist
LEO
The Fountain of Ichor by @thegirlintheswivelchair
series, leo x lady-in-waiting!reader
OTHERS
Anthony Bridgerton
Sham, pride and illicit affairs by @/peeterparkr
series, quite possibly the most poetic fic ever written
Coming home again by @/misstonybridgerton
series, old friends reunite
Spencer Reid
An Interesting Electronic by @/homoose
one-shot, 18+
Frank Adler
I ruined our sweet tune by @/rodrikstark
one-shot, kinda professor!frank
Ransom Drysdale
The Five Times You Told Ransom Drysdale You Loved Him (And The One Time He Said It Back) by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl
one-shot, childhood friends to life gets in the way to lovers
Sacrilage by @the-iceni-bitch
one-shot, 18+, you'll have to shower in holy water after this
Okay, I might have gone a little overboard but hey, there's no such thing as too much good fanfiction!
Enjoy! 🥰
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mitskis-tall-child · 6 months
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thinking about posting a little sam wilson x desi!reader oneshot i wrote a while ago... should I?
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aynanasstuff · 2 years
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Smut drabble #3// Sam Wilson x Reader
Warnings: semi-public sex, kinda dom!reader, fem!reader, handjobs, MINORS DNI
masterlist
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Abandoning the gala was risky, getting a handjob in the dimly lit abandoned hallway of the hotel was riskier.
But it's you and your hands. Of course, he let you jerk him off.
"Oh fuck, you're the fucking devil," He manages to choke out and you quicken your pace and tighten your palm around his length.
"No, just the love of your life," You smirked, leaning into his chest, "keep an eye out baby, they don't need to know their Cap has a kink for almost getting caught." You whisper and this hunk of a man whimpers.
"Fuck you."
"Oh, I know you want to, you close, baby?"
"So close." Sam moans.
"Yeah, you gonna cum for me, make a mess for me?"
He was practically using your hand as a fleshlight at this point, jerking into your tight fist.
"Yeah, shit I'm gonna cum, fuck, I love you!"
He spills into your hand and you giggle, "I love you more."
He tucks himself back into his pants. You bring your soiled fingers up to his mouth, "Suck."
He looked so scandalized you almost felt bad for him, but you know he likes it.
He open his mouth and obediently sucks your fingers off. You kiss his mouth, the taste salty.
"Let's go inside, they're gonna wonder what's taking you so long."
You wink and walk away.
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tags: @lil-stark @turbolisedcomet @janetsnakehole02 @musingsinmoonlight @blueberrynonnie @nelleana @chrisfucksblog @fluffyprettykitty @fluffycutecevans <3
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onsunnyside · 3 years
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❝ 𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡❞
☀︎︎ 𝐒𝐎𝐋 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍
Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*
Organized by person/character.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Chris Evans:
@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics
@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader
@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship
@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans
@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader
@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader
@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader
Steve Rogers:
@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader
@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader
@fineanddandy -
Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader
Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor
@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader
@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader
@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats
@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader
Ransom Drysdale:
@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader
@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader
@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader
Ari Levinson:
@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader
@fineanddandy -
[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates
Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari
@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader
Frank Adler:
@afriendlyblackhottie -
Crush
In Like
Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank
@avintagekiss24 - Appearances
Curtis Everett:
@afriendlyblackhottie - Safe and Sound - black!reader
Johnny Storm:
@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers
"Me":
@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader
Jake Wyler:
@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover
Harvard Hottie (Hayden):
@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff
@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff
Bucky Barnes:
@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader
@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader
Crossovers:
@avintagekiss24 -
[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber
We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader
@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader
@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
ও Honourable Author Mentions:
For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:
@afriendlyblackhottie - masterlist
@avintagekiss24 - masterlist
@strawbeariefaerie - masterlist
@honeydulcewrites - masterlist
@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist
@punani - masterlist
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punemy-spotted · 3 years
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The Shape of Grief - Chapter 2
The Still of your Hand
Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Muslim!Reader; Steve Rogers x Muslim!Reader (Past); Bucky Barnes x Muslim!Reader (Unrequited)
Warnings: Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Not Canon Compliant; Grief; Possessive/Obsessive Characters; Blackmail/Coercion; Canon-Levels of Violence; Character Death (Past); Character Death (Minor); Discussion of The Snap; Eventual Smut; Chapter Specific Warnings Apply
Chapter Warnings: Angst; Grief; Minor Hurt/Comfort, Definitely Not-Great Coping Mechanisms, Further Discussion of Major Character Death (Steve Rogers); Mention of Food/Cooking; Death Discussion; Mention of Wounds
Chapter Summary: The shape of grief is the memory of your smile I will never see again.
Chapter 1
Notes: I have chosen to explicitly mark the Reader as Muslim for the remainder of this series as an act of representation. I want to note here that my experience of Islam is that of a Desi Shia Muslim and that is the perspective I will be writing the Reader. If I get certain facts wrong, it’s likely because I’m pulling from my own personal experience as a Muslim as opposed to diving into research due to conflicting narratives and out of respect for those who are of the various sects.
Please understand that the marking of the Reader as Muslim should not take away from anyone’s enjoyment of the story.
Karbala: The site of the martyrdom of Imam Hussayn ibn Ali. According to the stories of my childhood, Imam Hussayn and his family were denied food and water for three days and nights before he was martyred. To this day, if I don’t get my dad a glass of water immediately after he asks, he accuses me of being like the men who killed the Imam.
Anyways, huge thanks to @brandycranby who helped me anxiety my way through this chapter and also coined the phrase, “You’ve heard of Catholic guilt, now let me introduce you to Muslim guilt,” which is basically the theme of all my writings at this point.
All of my work is 18+ Only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not consent to my work being posted anywhere besides Tumblr or Ao3 and I post my work there myself. Do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content.
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Years ago, just after he got down on one knee, Steven Grant Rogers became a fugitive from the law. What an engagement present. What a marriage, what a honeymoon you two had, running from the government with Sam and the rest by your side, chasing down HYDRA and whoever else.
You still remember the day he did, showing up bruised, battered, beaten, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson holding him up. You remember the news that day — the Winter Soldier accused of killing King T’Chaka, the world in chaos, and your doorstep a safe house you never expected.
Hey I know this is a big ask, I kn —
Don’t say anything, just come inside. Let me get my kit.
Now, as you kneel in the gray light of the early morning, listening to the sound of Bucky breathing quiet in bed next to you — always your bed, you need his presence and he needs yours, it’s been that way since you both came back — you wonder just how many traditions of Steve’s he plans to keep upholding.
Because Helmut Zemo is asleep in your guest room.
Yes.
That Helmut Zemo. That Helmut Zemo who actually blew up the UN building and killed King T’Chaka. That Helmut Zemo who revealed the truth of Howard and Maria Stark’s death and kept your family on the run.
That Helmut Zemo is asleep in your guest room.
Bucky, what the hell is this?
We need him, Doc. I’ll explain in a minute.
You don’t have too much time to think on that though — it’s morning, and your day begins when your prayers are ended.
So while Bucky sleeps still, your blanket also draped over him so he can have that extra layer of warmth to keep the nightmares at bay, you fold your prayer mat and leave the quiet sanctity of your bedroom.
You close the door behind you with the faintest click, and Bucky snores on. A peaceful morning — rare enough these days that you actually find yourself cherishing it.
Sam took up sentry on your couch, asleep on the pull-out bed you set up because he insisted on being able to watch Zemo’s door in case he tried anything funny. He’s asleep still too, brow furrowed by whatever he’s dreaming of and all you do is pick up the blanket he flung off sometime in the night, draping it back over him.
This.
This is the normal you expected and how bizarre is that? Take stock of your circumstances for a moment, just think. Here you are, with one super-soldier, one Avenger, and one escaped extremist in your house, all about to wake up in an hour or so. None of them will demand anything — too polite by half — but they will need breakfast and you don’t trust anyone but yourself in your kitchen anymore.
You might be becoming your mother here.
Wipe that thought from your mind.
Don’t think of the past, don’t think of the people you will never see again — their faces bubble in your memories, calling you back, calling you home, calling you to the places you cannot go.
Don’t let them draw you in, not this time.
You start the kettle and coffeemaker instead, justifying it by reminding yourself in hushed whispers — Not everyone drinks tea the way you do…
There. Hold onto the counter, let the sob rip through you. Hold on, dig your fingers into the hard stone, gasp out that helpless little noise, let yourself feel it, let it pass through you just this moment.
It will never stop.
It will never ever stop.
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You make a home of it, the temporary accommodations and safe houses you find yourself in every so often. Sometimes you wonder if Tony has a hand in all of it, in keeping the world from finding Steve, or if T’Challa’s the one watching out for all of you. No one comes looking — the movements, the safe houses, the hotels, they fell less like you’re being chased and more like you’re doing the chasing.
You make a home of it.
A home for Steve to come back to from… wherever he needs to go, doing whatever it is he needs to do. He never tells you — not safe, shouldn’t worry you, we’ll be okay — and you ask him only once every night, ask him so he knows you want to know, ask him but don’t let the set of his jaw become any more tense, don’t let him be any more frustrated.
He’d never hurt you, not this man laying in your arms and trying to hide the fact that he is exhausted while you run your fingers through his hair, but you’re scared he’d hurt himself out of guilt and you can’t have that either.
I love you, you tell him softly, patching up his wounds and pressing kisses to the edge of his bruises like that too can have the same healing abilities as modern medicine. They do, they always do, and he loves them more than he can say.
You don’t have to do this. You can stay in Wakanda, keep an eye on Bucky, get some pointers on their health system. King T’Challa’s fine with it, yo—
You need a field medic. I’m trained to do this.
More than trained, but that retirement from combat was supposed to put you in a hospital operating room, not in muddy fields triaging a leg wound and thanking your lucky stars Natasha Romanoff didn’t sever a major artery.
You get used to it.
You get used to a lot of things. Adaptable, I like that, Steve used to tease you, always pressing down the corners of his smile because you’d lose your temper at him for making fun of you after a bad day of classes.
Adaptable.
You hate that word and yet you get used to it, make a banner of it, a shield of your very own to hide your husband behind that armored barrier and you bid him to rest.
I love you, you remind him, holding him in the darkness of your hotel room and listening to him fail to pretend he’s actually asleep, I’m still here, I promise.
You can go back, it’s not too late. If this is too much…
I don’t want to argue this, baby, please. I’m sticking with you and that’s final.
‘Til the end of the line, as he’d have told Bucky.
Who broke whose promise first?
He looks sweet in his relief, always relieved to hear it. Still that boy, seeking assurance, seeking validation, seeking to know he won’t be left alone in the world. He’s not. He never will be, not if you still have breath in your lungs to assure him.
How many more ways can you fail the man you love?
And when he leans up and when he laces fingers with your and when he takes a look at that simple band he gave you for a wedding ring, he kisses you with all the gratitude he can muster, lets you know in soft whispers against your skin just how much he loves you, What would I do without you?
Everything you do now, just not with me.
Sounds terrible, I hate it.
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You hate it too, turns out.
You hate that it’s Sunday morning and Steve Rogers isn’t here to wrap his arms around your waist while you attempt to make a ritual out of the days on the run by insisting on making pancakes.
You hate that you can almost feel him tucking his face into the crook of your neck, greedy for time alone with you, time without Natasha or Sam talking to him about the mission or General Ross or whatever else he didn’t want to think about in that moment.
You hate that he’s not here.
But it’s Sunday morning and you take out the ingredients to make pancakes anyways because Steve Rogers might not be here but Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson are and they need something more than a bowl of granola and yogurt for breakfast … and lunch, and dinner.
You’re too busy getting everything mixed together to hear him, the silent interloper in your kitchen. Not until he clears his throat and Doctor Rogers, I presume?
Thankfully the bowl of batter is on the counter instead of in your arms when you yelp, spinning around in a flurry and then fixing Baron Zemo with a withering look to cover up the fact that he startled you.
My apologies, he says first, before anything else, and then, If I may impose upon you for some water…?
You may not, you almost snap, ready to pick a fight in an instant, ready to be Steve Rogers’s great defender, ready to remind the…
Rather apologetic and sad looking man in your kitchen that he is not welcome.
Except he is, because you let him into your home. You set up the guest room. You ought to be a good hostess.
The fridge buzzes as you fill the glass, the red dirt of Karbala settling into place.
Thank you, still politely soft-voiced as he watches you, unnervingly unblinking.
All you can do is nod, nod and turn back around to the waiting batter. The griddle is almost ready as it is and you’ll need to focus on that instead of that dark-eyed curiosity fixed on your back.
He called you Doctor.
He remembered.
You try not to think too much on that — of course he remembered, he makes it a point to know everything about everyone and he studied Steve. He studied Steve and you two… had just gotten engaged, before everything went to hell.
Well. Minor hell, compared to now, right?
The pancakes sizzle slightly on the griddle and you focus only on that, listening for anything but the sounds of him still standing there behind you.
Do you do this often? You can’t tell if that’s an attempt to make conversation or a pry for information, but the result is the same. Tension in your shoulders, the tightening of your lips, a frown as you refuse to meet his eyes. You shouldn’t talk to him — Bucky gave him express instructions to not do that — but here he is.
Talking.
To you.
Do what often?
This. You appear a practiced hand at managing them.
The griddle sizzles loudly as you flip pancakes and try not to look insulted. I don’t manage anyone. They’re grown men.
And yet you are making them breakfast.
I don’t have a butler who tends to my family’s needs for me.
So they are family to you.
You’ve said too much.
You’ve said too much and now he knows and now you are staring at nothing and everything all at once, watching your world crumble around you all at once and desperately trying to put the bricks back to rights.
You alright over there?
The shape of your name in Sam’s voice cuts through the waking nightmare like a warm embrace, not so sleepy as much as he is alert and up, suspicious in an instant about the man in your kitchen.
Steady. You don’t want to cause any more conflict than is already about to happen, so wipe your tears before anyone else sees. Plaster that same paparazzi smile you’ve mastered on your face, make sure nothing’s burning and turn. Turn around.
Morning, Sam. Sleep okay?
He just nods, suspicious as he eyes you both but…
Thankfully saying nothing more before going to actually freshen up in the morning.
You hate this.
Of course you do.
You hate the way they look at you when they walk past, when they think you’re not looking, pitying and worried. You hate how it’s shattered you, turned you into a shell of who you were and you hate that you don’t recognize the woman in the photographs anymore.
You hate that you depend on this, this worrying, to remind you you’re still…
Here.
Baron Zemo’s hand is cool over yours, coaxing you aside, soft voice washing over you, Let me, it is the least I can do, and you really should say no, should protest, should insist on controlling the last vestige of control you have but you surrender that too, watching a man with a too-sly smile take over the space you barely even let Bucky manage.
You barely buzz when he moves you.
And when Sam Wilson returns to you sitting statue-still at your kitchen island, with Helmut Zemo at the stove, he decides there are just some things in the world one does not call out.
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sunflowersteves · 4 years
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cap-n-stuff’s marvel fic rec ~ 1
↳ so here’s my very long overdue fic rec! The bucky list is hella long and I’m not even half way done so there will be another one! In the second one, I’m going to add peggy/nat/wanda/more erik & more steve :) also pls pls pls if any of you have Sam Wilson fics I will gladly read it and put it on here! Sam is really lacking fanfics :( anyway, a big big thanks to all of the writers!! y’all are amazing and wonderful and I love all of you with my whole heart.
Key:
✧: complete series
❀: uncomplete series
❥: oneshot 
✰: headcanon/drabble
Bucky Barnes
❀ Strictly Sugar by @kittykatlow, Dark!Bucky x Reader
✰ Boxer!Bucky HC by @wienerbarnes, Boxer AU!Bucky Barnes x Professional Trainer!Reader
❥ A Great Big Wide World by @buck-gnasty, Bucky Barnes x Blind!Reader
❥ Wish You Were Here by @world-of-aus, Biker AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
✧The Assassins by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x X-23!Reader 
❥ What It Takes by @cherienymphe, Mafia AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Mine by @cherrypickertheory, Jealous!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Attention by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader 
❥ Guardian by @wienerbarnes, Demon AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
✧ Was It A Mistake by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V] ~ Bucky Barnes x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ I Hate You by @sokkasangel, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Benefits by @cherrypickertheory, Friends w/ Benefits!Bucky Barnes x Reader
✧ Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ The Soldier’s Weakness by @jadeylovesmarvelmainxo, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Mirror by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❀ Kool Aid by @buckybarnesplumwhore, WinterWitch x Black!Reader
✰ No Regrets by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ A Bad Day Made Better by @buckybarney, Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader
✧ My Roomates Boyfriend by @angstysebfan, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ A Queen And Her Knight by @buckybarnesplumwhore, Knight!Bucky x Queen Reader (black reader)
✧ Pulling Away by @rogerslovesstark, [part I] [part II], Cheating!Bucky Barnes x Reader 
❥ Life Before You by @world-of-aus, Bucky Barnes x Reader
✧ Life Is Sweet As Dessert With You In It by @hailmary-yramliah, Mobster AU!Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader
✰ Thighs by @cherrypickertheory, Thigh Riding!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Not About Angels by @lailannajacobs, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Steady Love by @buckybarney, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ What Do I Do by @buckys-broody-muffin, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❀ Family Matters by @world-of-aus. Mobster AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Under the Sheets by @vanderlustwords, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❀ Crush by @cherrypickertheory, Soft!Bucky x Reader
❀ The Wolf of Wall Street by @hailmary-yramliah, Stockbroker!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Mr. & Mrs. Barnes by @cherrypickertheory, Mr and Mrs. Smith AU, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Code Name: Last Resort by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, Bucky Barnes x Reader
✧ StarkHub.com by @hailmary-yramliah, Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Like Your Eyes by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader
✰ Come Up The Years by @kittykatlow, Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Missed You, Missed Home by @buckybarney, Soft!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❀ Solace by @tuiccim, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V], [part VI], [part VII], [part VIII], [part IX] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader
✧ Always The Friend by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ Spooky and Mrs. Barnes by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader
❥ James And The Siren by @helahades, Prewar!Bucky Barnes x Black/WOC!Siren
❥ Silence by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Steve Rogers
✰ Reunited by @stargazingfangirl18, Steve Rogers x Reader
❥ A Day In The Snow by @kitkatd7, Steve Rogers x Reader
✧ After You by @vanderlustwords, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader
❥ Long Wait Time by @tuiccim, Steve Rogers x Reader
❥ Can’t Give You Love by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader
❥ Circles by @lailannajacobs, Steve Rogers x Reader
❥ The List by @cass4nova, Steve Rogers x Reader
✰ On Steve Shaving Your Head by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader
✧ Betrayed by @rogerslovesstark, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter
❥ Bad Girl, Good Boy by @hailmary-yramliah, Steve Rogers x Reader
❥ Love Will Remember by @burninmatches, Steve Rogers x Reader
Erik Killmonger
❥ SugarBabe by @dreamingofmilk, CEO AU!Erik Killmonger x Reader
✰ Imagine Erik Killmonger Promising You That You’ll Be Queen One Day by @sweatergirlsposts, Erik Killmonger x Reader
❥ Cheers, To Me by @tgigoldie, Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader
Stucky x Reader
Vacation by @cherrypickertheory, Stucky x Reader
❥ Strip Poker Turns Into Something Else by @hailmary-yramliah, Stucky x Reader
❥ Toxic by @burninmatches, Stucky x Reader
Sam Wilson x Reader
❀ Office Affairs by @dumbchickwrites, CEO! AU!Sam Wilson x Reader
❥ Desert Days by @cass4nova, Sam Wilson x Reader
❥ Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection, Firefighter AU!Sam Wilson x Reader
❥ We Are Friends by @supraveng, Sam Wilson x Reader 
❀ Blue Shade by @the-wintershade, Sam Wilson x Reader
❥ Perfect by @kittykatlow, Sam Wilson x Reader
✰ Nervous by @dreamwritesimagines, Sam Wilson x Reader
✧ Coming Back to Life by @luke-o-lophus, [part I], [part II] ~ Sam Wilson x Indian/Desi Reader Friendship
❥ Browned Butter by @sapphirescrolls, Sam Wilson x Black!Reader
✰ Take Care by @lilbabycee, Sam Wilson x Reader
❥ Reporting For Booty by @littlesliceofmarvel, Sam Wilson x Reader
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historygeekfics · 2 years
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Requests Open!
PLEASE READ THE RULES BEFORE REQUESTING
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I write for the following characters, paired with reader inserts:
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Natasha Romanoff
Steve Rogers
Valkyrie
Request Rules
GENERAL:
You must be 18 or older. Please have your age in your bio or an indicator of your age.
I won't respond to asks without ages.
Please don't be shy about putting your age if you're an older member of the fandom! (40 or above) - mature fandom members are awesome and I'm so happy you're here too! 🥰
Please be polite. I'm sensitive.
DRABBLES AND HEADCANONS:
I write: smut, fluff, angst, romance, platonic, soft BDSM themes
I don't write: dark themes, yandere, dub con, non con, DDLG/age play, character x character ships, omegaverse*
*DISCLAIMER: I have nothing against these genres or folks who write them, they're just not my cup of tea. If you like these themes, there are some awesome blogs out there who do write them that you should definitely check out and give some love to!
MOODBOARDS:
Not really a rule, but if you're requesting a moodboard, please be specific with the setting and your reader insert's appearance so I can tailor it to you 😊 Examples: 'Natasha x Desi reader with curly hair in a dark fantasy setting'; 'Bucky x dark skinned reader with short natural hair in a coffee shop AU'; 'Sam Wilson x pale redhead reader with straight hair going to dinner'; 'Valkyrie x olive skinned reader with long brown hair in a Steampunk AU'.
If you're requesting with an OC, let me know the model/faceclaim you have in mind, as well as some themes to include.
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nacho-bucky · 3 years
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2021 reads: masterlist
Each month, I’ll be updating what I’ve been reading. I’m going to include multiple fandoms here, as well as AO3 links. I hope you can find something to enjoy! Please verify all content warnings and blog warnings before interacting. 
January
MARVEL ONESHOTS
Your Move by @callmeluna (Natasha x Reader)
Cósagach by @silverarmedassassin (Bucky x Reader)
It’ll Be Fun by @amanda-teaches (Bucky x Reader)
Time Travel Hijinks by @barnesandco (Bucky x Reader)
Gold Rush by @thefallenbibliophilequote (Steve x Reader) 
Date Night by @whiskey-cokenfanfic (Sam x Reader) 
Perennial by @silverarmedassassin (Bucky x Reader) 
The Promotion by @captain-kelli (Steve x Reader) 
You Must Have Been A Boxer by @indyluckycharlie (Bucky x Reader) 
Cadence by @babiiface95 (Sam x Reader) 
MARVEL SERIES
Much Ado About Nothing by @wienerbarnes (Bucky x Reader, complete)
The Good Doctor by @carolmaximoffs (Sam x OFC, complete)
Nothing But Trouble by @galaxy-barnes (Bucky x OFC, in-progress)
Identity by @bucky-the-thigh-slayer (Sam x Reader, in-progress) 
Delicate Stages by @wonderlandmind4 (Bucky x OFC, complete)
OTHER
Bone Mortar by @mightbewriting (Dramione, AO3)
Bring Him To his Knees by @willhavetheirtrinkets (Dramione, AO3) 
Wait and Hope by @mightbewriting (Dramione, AO3) 
February
MARVEL ONESHOTS
Stargazing by @tellmealovestory (Bucky x Reader)
Twinkle Toes by @gogolucky13 (Bucky x Reader) 
Champagne Problems by @uncafeavecbarnes​ (Sam x Desi!Reader)
A Weekend In Paris by @bucky-the-thigh-slayer​ (SamBucky x Reader)
Warmer Days by @xbuchananbarnes​ (Steve x Reader) 
Sobremesa by @callmeluna​ 
Sam Wilson x S/O by @hardtobethebard​ (Sam x Reader)
MARVEL SERIES
Made With Love by @ayybtch​ (Wanda x Reader, in-progress) 
Where The Lovelight Gleams by @sunmoonandbucky (Sam x Reader x Bucky)
Bag of Tricks by @heli0s-writes (Bucky x Reader) 
Nothing But Trouble (Bucky x Reader, complete) 
OTHER
Manacled by @senlinyu (Dramione, AO3)
March
MARVEL ONESHOTS
Sway by @indyluckycharlie (Bucky x Sarah Wilson)
Bad Influence by @barnesandco (Bucky x Reader)
To Love And Be Loved By Me by @sunflowerxbarnes (Bucky x Reader)
See You Soon by @xbuchananbarnes​ (Joaquín Torres x Reader) 
All The Time In The World by @muchadoaboutbucky (Bucky x Native American!Reader) 
Move Me, Baby by @mxsamwilson (Sam x fem!black!Reader) 
How Sweet It Is by @indyluckycharlie (SamBucky, in-progress) 
One Piece by @mxsamwilson (Bucky x black!Reader) 
Drabble by @samwilsons-pillowpecs (Bucky x Sarah Wilson) 
MARVEL SERIES
The Wilds by @moonstruckbucky (Bucky x Reader)
stay high by @thegodswife (Bucky x OFC, AO3) 
OTHER
Unleavened Bread by @allaboardthereadingrailroad (Alfie Solomons x Reader)
call out my name by myownremedy (Elain x Azriel, AO3)
April 
MARVEL ONESHOTS
Because My Heart And Hers Are The Same by @blackberrybucky
Baby, Just Say Yes by @muchadoaboutbucky 
Welcome Home by @whitestarbucky 
Does It Almost Feel Like You’ve Been Here Before? by @blackberrybucky
Is It Too Much To Ask For Something Great? by @blackberrybucky  
Soft Spaces by @blue-like-barnes 
Nightmares and Cigarette Kisses by @muchadoaboutbucky 
Arms by @mxsamwilson 
MARVEL SERIES
Kingfisher by @ussgallifrey (Bucky x Reader, in-progress) 
The Maiden And The Outlaw by @thorfanficwriter (Bucky x OFC) 
Empathy by @captainamericasbeard (Bucky x Reader, in-progress)
1989 by @thefallenbibliophilequote (Loki x Reader, in-progress)
A Change of Heart by @writingsoftheloser (Bucky x Reader, in-progress)
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