#desi bucky barnes

[happypopcornprincess]

Hello pookies I'm back!!!

Now, who's ready for a Joaquin Torres x afab reader oneshot with...

SHIELD agent FL who banters wit Bucky

One Bed Trope

Joaquin being a cutie

Slowburn romance

FL is related to an Avenger (I won't tell who lol)

ANGST

Heavy make out seshhh. And I mean the word... HEAVY

fighting montage

and some more tropes that I hope y'all like.

well, let me know what y'all think, hope to post it soon <3 see you guys!!!

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[itsprashimusic]

A Barnes Birthday

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.

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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[pearlbelongstobucky]

Aaja Piya, Tohe Pyaar Dun.....

POV- Bucky, the formal Winter soldier, who never thought he'd ever be worthy of anything good in his entire life because all of the blood that he has on his hands, seeking comfort in arms of someone who he considers as his home.

Warnings- None

Alotssss of Fluff and soft Bucky (Shh, let him have some rest common)

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~Kis liye tu, itna udaas?...Sukhe sukhe honth, ankhiyon me pyaas~

Bucky, who had lived his life as a monster, defined by the horrors of his past and the monster he himself and the world saw him as. But when he spilled his wine on her dress at the party, everything changed. The moment he set eyes on her, he felt a sense of peace and connection he had never known before. He was genuinely scared about this, he was undeserving of it all right...."What if I hurt her?" or "Will she even want to talk to me?". It was as if she was the missing piece of his shattered soul, bringing light to the darkness that had consumed him for so long. Being with her, he felt at home in a way he had never thought possible. She was his safe place, his shelter from the storm.

Aside from all the blues of his past and overthinking and self doubts that often consumed his mind.....Here he was again.....Bucky stood outside of her door, his body and mind still reeling from the chaos of the mission. He was battered and bruised, both physically and emotionally, but all he really wanted was to feel her soft touch and hear her soothing voice. He knocked softly on the door, his fingers shaking slightly. His heart raced as he waited for her to answer. When the door finally opened and she appeared, his breath caught in his throat. Even though he was a mess, she was nothing short of perfection in his eyes. Just a sight of her always felt like a soothing balm to his aching and weary soul. Her eyes were like the hot cup of tea he always preferred when he was low, her smile like the small moments of happiness he feels after realising that yes.... She's real..... She's with him.

"Welcome home, James.", she said softly as she let him in, knowing damn well that he needs to feel safe, he looks tired and weak, he needs her.

Bucky silently lets himself inside her apartment, which was his safe place now, after every mission he found himself right here, again and again, with her, where he belonged. He just stood by the couch as she sat down, she looked up at him with pure affection and devotion in her eyes that it made him want to just crumble and let it all out.

"Rough Mission?", she asked, her voice low and almost careful, to not bother the comfortable silence of the room.

"Yeah.", his voice gruff. "Nearly lost it there, I was too close to save him but.....", His voice broke, he couldn't shake off the guilt of his mistake, he knew it wasn't his fault that the team couldn't save the victim but he couldn't stop himself from blame. He thought and knew that he was the one wrong here, even if he was not.

"Oh Love", she said and opened her arms for him, Bucky finally gave in and quickly got into her arms, her body resting on the couch while his face hidden in her chest, he let her hold him, he let her run her fingers through his hair and he let himself be vulnerable in her presence. Afterall, she was his home, he felt safe here.

"Thake hue in haathon ko, Dede mere haath mein. Sukh mera lele, main dukh tere leloon. Main bhi jiyoon...tu bhi jiye."

"I'm here bubba, I'm here. Always. I'm so proud of you." Her words were like a dagger to his broken heart, he hid himself further into her chest, trying to avoid those words. He knew she's too kind to him and he doesn't deserve it, but hearing it from her, it felt right. Only if she knew that she was fixing something that she never broke in the first place. He wanted to try again, for her, for his sake, for his home. He knew it all too well that no matter where he goes or where he is lost, he has to come back, to her. His mind finally relaxing and holding her a little tighter, trying to savour her and her presence, her touch, her voice, her everything. He finally looked up at her, taking in her features, looking into eyes that always made him go weak in the knees. She smiled softly at him, pinching his cheek gently, "You deserve it Bucky, give yourself a break, let me take care of you."

It all felt unreal to him, years of self doubt and disgust and now that she was in his life, he felt.....Better? God what type of witchcrafts has she performed on him, he was feeling better than ever and never wanted to return back.

"I'm a mess, Darling", his voice barley above a whisper.

She chuckled, and that sound felt like music to his ears, the real form of music that maybe the Gods loved.

"I know bubba, but you're my mess, aren't you?", without any hesitation, she placed her lips softly on his lips. Bucky felt a warmth spread throughout his entire body. It was as if he had been missing something his whole life, and now he had finally found it in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of safety and comfort in her presence, and he realized then that she was his own personal safe haven.

He is not a religious man nor does he pray, but in this moment, he felt like all his prayers were finally answered by God himself.

"Baithi hoon main tere liye ho, Aaja piya.."

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(Hi everyone!! This is my first time writing something 😭😭. I was actually listening to one of my favorite songs and got this idea. If there are any spelling or grammatical mistakes then please forgive me and lmk, English is not my first language. Let me know your thoughts about this one. Bieee ilysmmm mwahh<3)

[aftqrglow]

okaaaaayyyyyy since you're writing,

desi! reader x bucky barnes

where the reader tells bucky about their culture and him just being fascinated about it

i think buck would be so curious to know about the indian culture (AND ITS JUST SO CUTE)

bye thank u love u 😘

Kaho Naa Pyaar Hai

pairing: desi!reader x bucky barnes

word count: 1.1k words

warnings: reader is religiously ambiguous, LOTS of desi references, and a bunch of masala chai. Not proofread, feel free to point out any mistakes/typos!

a/n: i LOVE this so much the desi in me is so so happy :')

dedicated to @aboobie for being my first request back <3 love you my girl!

When Bucky saw you for the first time, you were a mess. With the coconut oil your mother had massaged into your scalp the night before still marinating in your hair, a cup of masala chai in one hand and a Chetan Bhagat novel in the other, sitting in your apartment with your legs crossed under you–you didn’t even notice him until you drained the last dregs of your chai and stood up to go put your cup in the sink. And then–then you saw him, his blue eyes colliding with your brown ones like the sky reaching down to kiss the Earth, and you knew you would never be the same. But as luck would have it–he wouldn’t either.

Bucky was intoxicated by you. There wasn’t much that comforted him anymore, wasn’t much that felt like home anymore–until you saw him lingering by the his apartment door, fumbling with his keys, and you invited him inside. As he told you how he’d locked himself out of his apartment, he took note of the way you took your shoes off and places them gently on the rack next to the door. And to your surprise–and by all accounts, his own, Bucky found himself following suit, toeing off his sneakers and neatly arranging them next to yours. The sight of his shoes placed on the same rack, in the same space as yours–it did something to Bucky. It made him realize that he wanted his shoes next to yours on your shoe-rack, his shirts hanging in the same closet next to your kurtis, his coffee brewing next your chai on the stove.

You saw him almost every day now. It had become a ritual of sorts–you came home from work around the same time Bucky returned from his evening runs anyway, and every evening, without fail, you invited him inside. He would stand in your kitchen, helping chop vegetables sometimes–but most of the time, he was content looking at you, and you were content letting him. You cooked him something new every day, until he had his own favourites–your famous mutton biryani and chicken korma topping the list. Of course, Bucky struggled to wrap his head around the sheer size of your spice cabinet first, but it wasn’t long until he was able to tell the difference between jeera masala and garam masala all on his own.

You had never expected the tough, scary Avenger next door to end up being in your house for Eid. But here he was, helping you set up for the Iftaar party you were hosting for your friends, garnishing dishes in your kitchen as you set the table. And when you called out to him, asking him to bring out the platter of galouti kebabs, his answering, yes jaan, coming! had your heart skipping several beats. You looked up at him, unable to stop the smile creeping on your face, and he kissed you, unable to keep himself from touching you anymore.

Bucky was full of surprises–as you learnt all too well when you invited him to come along as your plus one to a friend’s wedding. He hung out by the tables as you danced your heart out during the sangeet, and never once was he able to take his eyes off of you. You called out to him, telling him to come join you, and he shook his head shyly, mouthing something about not knowing the steps. But you weren’t one to give up, and you dragged him to the dance floor anyway–and much to your delight, two beats later, Bucky was doing bhangra like a champ.

Bucky is awe-struck, watching the mehendi artist apply henna to your hands. He watches in utter disbelief–he’d never realized that henna was done by hand. It had always looked so perfect every time he saw it decorating your palms, it never occurred to him that that lever of artistry was possible with something that stained so quickly and left little to room for error. You laughed, explaining the tradition of hiding one’s partner’s initials in the mehendi design, and Bucky spends hours looking for his in the intricate pattern decorating your palms, until he spots the tiny letter B sitting at the base of your the ring finger of your left hand–right where he resolves to have it forever.

Raksha Bandhan rolls around, you dissolve into peals of laughter when Bucky asks you if you’re planning on tying a rakhi around his wrist. Amidst chuckles, you explain to him that a rakhi is a sacred thread tied by a sister around her brother’s wrist, eliciting a promise from him to protect her forever. Bucky sits back in his chair, pouting, a pink flush tinting his cheeks as he mumbles but I promise to protect you forever too, jaan.

Diwali rolls around, and Bucky stands in your living room, waiting for you to finish getting ready for a Diwali party hosted at a friend’s place. You’re already late, and while Bucky was never impatient, never one to tell you to hurry–tonight he was positively vibrating with excitement. But all his adrenalized fiddling comes to a screeching halt when he sees you step out of your room, dressed in a perfectly draped blue saree. Jhumkas dangle from your ears, kajal lining your beautiful eyes, and the tiny black bindi between your brows makes Bucky forget where he is–makes him forget everything except the fact that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you.

When Bucky told you to get dressed for a Sufi Night being held at a nearby concert hall, you were excited. It wasn’t easy, being around people that didn’t understand our culture, so when Bucky went out of his way to look for events like this, it warmed your heart. But when you reached the venue to find it filled with your friends and family, and when he dropped to one knee with Maula Mere Maula playing in the background, you couldn’t believe it. His voice had a slight tremor to it as he said, “You gave me the world, jaan, and I don’t want to live another day in it without you. So, in the immortal words of Salman Khan, mujhse shaadi karogi?” A laugh bubbled out of you as you nodded, kissing him deeply, as your chachi’s voice cut through the applause ringing out in the background with the words, well done James beta! He smiles at you, slipping the ring around your finger, the letter B inscribed on the inside of the band resting right where your henna artist had once hidden his initial. You kissed him again, smiling as you whispered against his lips, “Not bad for a gora pakora, Bucky.”

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Bucky x desi!reader mood board

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a desi!reader inspired mood board for upcoming desi!reader fics

[anxiety-prime-max]

okay but I cannot stop thinking about bucky x fem!desi!reader (inspired by diwalloween 2024) since diwali and Halloween decided to be on the same day last year.

Lemme know if you want a part two!!

No but imagine that you moved in an apartment with bucky, steve and sam earlier this year, and yeah you guys were friends but none of you were super close.

And they invite you out for Halloween but you say no cause “it’s the same day as diwali and I wanna celebrate that.”

And they don’t know about it so you explain what it is and that you’re probably going to a houseparty your friend is hosting, and then they ask if you guys can all pregame together, so you say yes.

And then on the day of, after you've gone out to an indian place for lunch with your friends, you tell them that the pregame is at your place.

When you come back home, you start getting ready, a buzzball in hand and your party playlist put on. you did your makeup while singing along and start getting dressed, a lehenga in the colour black with blouse that stopped right beneath your breasts, with the dupatta pinned so it only covers half your back, light cream bangles, and jhumkas adorned as accessories.

then you hear the doorbell ring and you go out to open the door and have 3 of your friends in front of you with your favourite whiskey and vodka bottles.

"Happy Diwalloween!!" Adit shouts as he walks in hugging you.

Your other two friends hug you too, and you get the speaker out and start playing music, pouring drinks.

None of the guys are ready yet, and you're already tipsy

By the time you finish your second buzzball ypu hear the door open behind you and there stands bucky in his police officer costume looking like an absolute snack (maybe you had a crush but who would blame you, look at the man!!!! but fortunately you knew how to hide it)

bucky who looks at you and his breath gets caught in your throat, and oh god you looked so fucking pretty like this, he didnt exactly know what you were wearing but he could look at you like this forever and never want to blink (maybe he had a bit of a crush too but he knew how to hide it, except tonight it was gonna be so fucking hard)

"Buckyyyy," you slurred out. "Happy Diwalloweeeeeenn." you said, raising your hands up.

He chuckled, shaking his head. You were drunk already, and somewhere in the back of his mind he realised he'd never seen you drunk before. You seemed more open, more relaxed like this.

"Happy diwaloween, sweetheart." he said, as he hugged you, his breath hitching when he felt the soft skin of your back against his hands, and ohmygod tonight was gonna be hard.

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Currently writing fem!reader/gn!Reader for:

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LoTR- Legolas, Aragorn

Marvel- Bucky, Steve Rogers

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Any other characters are negotiable (if I feel decently inspired lol)

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Of Gods & Men

Name/Link: Of Gods & Men

Fandom: HPverse; MCU; SPN

Individual Challenges: Condiment Shelf; Elder Berries [x3]; Ethnic & Present; Rian-Russo Inversion; Exchange; Greatest Gift; Picture This; Moody Moods; Stamper (Y); Paper Boat (Y)

Representation(s): Desi & MoD Harry Potter/Gabriel/Bucky Barnes; Dimension Hopping AU; Chim Song Prompt

Ship: Harry Potter/Gabriel/Bucky Barnes

Team: Troublemakers; Winter Lightning

List (Prompt): Sp-ShWk2 (Myth Retold)

Space Address (Prompt): SpB | TrB | CM

Warning(s): n/a

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Marvel Cinematic Universe

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Brother from Another Mother (Peter Parker x Platonic!Joaquin Torres, angst, first-meet, fluff)

Sam Wilson Chin up, Cap (Sam Wilson x GN!Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)

Like father, Like daughter (Dad!Sam Wilson x Mom!Fem!Reader, fluff, slight hurt/comfort)

Joaquin Torres Brother from Another Mother (Peter Parker x Platonic!Joaquin Torres, angst, first-meet, fluff) Pretty (Joaquin Torres x GN!Reader, fluff)

Philophobia Series (Joaquin Torres x GN!Stark!Reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff)

Joaquin reacts to seeing you in a saree for the first time (Joaquin Torres x Desi!Fem!Reader, fluff)

Bucky Barnes

Snow shovel (Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Fem!Reader, fluff)

The Moonknight System (TBA)

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Din Djarin "Sleepy time for papa and grogu." (Din Djarin xFem!Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)

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“Are you a goofy guy?” (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, fluff, modern!au)

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Hiii I’m Anjor (ahn-JOHrr)

age: old enough to be on this site, not old enough to drink. I was born July 22nd tho.

pronouns: she/her please!! I am vanilla and my gender is female. boring, ik, but that’s me lol

MBTI: ENTJ

enneagram: 8w7

sexuality: whoever wants me 😭

no no lol i’m bisexual 🏳️‍🌈 why is there no bi flag emoji. what. that’s an oversight. 🩷💜💙 ig.

nationality: that one ruled by the ugly orange, just dance vance, and the muskrat. yeah. that one.

heritage: desi/indian 🇮🇳

favorite food: olive garden minestrone soup. and I will die on that hill.

fandoms: DC, Marvel, 9-1-1, The Rookie, White Collar, PJO

favorite characters: I’ve got a fuckton so here they are: Diana Prince, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Loki Friggason, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Eddie Diaz, Taylor Kelly, May Grant, Ravi Panikkar, Lucy Chen, Celina Juarez, Angela Lopez, Wesley Evers, Neal Caffrey, Diana Berrigan, Percy Jackson, Thalia Grace, Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano

favorite ships: Birdflash (DickWally), JayRoy, TimKon, DamiJon, SuperBat, Clois, BruceOliver (Arrowbat?), Stucky, Pepperony, Buddie, Chenford, Wopez. I wish I was a multishipper but I can’t I get too committed 😭

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i am mostly a romance blog, i.e. i write with the intention (usually) of some romantic conclusion between the two characters. i am also a (pretty much) strictly 'x reader' blog; if you have requests for two canon characters, i will most likely not be able to help you.

writing do's!

request anything to me, guys! i will be alright if you request things with triggering content, i will be alright if you choose real niche characters, and i'll be alright if you send a real specific, super self-indulgent request. of course, some asks will be neglected (due to time or other inability to work on it), but, generally, i attempt to complete works that i am alright working with.

writing don't's!

☁ no under-18/kid readers as part of plot (highschool age for e.g. stranger things & teen wolf is fine as long as the actor is over 18 - so no s.t. kids!) ☁ i'm not qualified to write about stuff like eating disorders, self harm or other mental illness especially from a reader's perspective ☁ kinks like ddlg/age play, anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum) ☁ I do not write real person fiction ☁ while generally POC reader requests is okay, i can't write specific races for charcaters besides desi readers (cause i'm desi myself)

who i write for! (always updating)

☁ from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington ☁ from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara ☁ from harry potter, i write for cedric diggory, fred weasley, ron weasley, remus lupin, sirius black, regulus black and james potter ☁ from star wars, i write for poe dameron, and din djarin (the mandalorian) ☁ from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia ☁ miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora) ☁ miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey, and marcus acacius ☁ miscellaneous sebastian stan characters i write for include lee bodecker, carter baizen and charles blackwood ☁ miscellaneous dylan o'brien characters i write for include thomas (maze runner), stiles stilinski, and stuart (the internship) ☁ other miscellaneous characters include felix catton (saltburn), paul atriedes (dune), emperor geta (gladiator) and tess servopoulos (the last of us)

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good isn't a thing you are it's a thing you do

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XbrjnYs by burningfudge The Guardians of the Galaxy, Avengers, and Eternals watch their future. A Ms. Marvel watch-it fic. Words: 14590, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Series: Part 17 of part of the journey is the end Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ms. Marvel (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Kamala Khan, Carol Danvers, Peter Parker, Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Shang-Chi (Marvel), Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Stephen Strange, Clea Strange, Wong, Bruce Banner, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, T'Challa (Marvel), Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Drax the Destroyer, Mantis (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Kingo (Marvel), Sprite (Eternals) Relationships: Carol Danvers & Kamala Khan, Kamala Khan & Peter Parker, Shang-Chi & Kamala Khan, Kingo & Kamala Khan, Kamala Khan & Peter Parker & Kate Bishop & America Chavez & Shang-Chi Additional Tags: Adorable Kamala Khan, Kamala Khan & Peter Parker Friendship, kamala meri jaan, kamala's our desi girl &lt;3, carol is so confused, asian superhero solidarity, kamala and peter bond over hating damage control, sam and bucky are tired of teenage supeheroes, we do not like the british in this household read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XbrjnYs

[ad1thi]

Could you recommend some Desi guys for face claims? I know your blog isn't really like that, but I want to make some more diverse ocs but I don't know much about bollywood

thats not a problem at all!! i would suggest also asking @deathsweetqueen because Simi has a pretty in-depth headcanon for her desi characters, but i can definitely show you who i think of!! that being said, these aren’t hard and fast by any measure, this is just a couple of people who i think of when im writing these characters. 

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desi tony:

i saw this edit of Riz Ahmed as Tony Stark once and I can’t get it out of my mind, so even though i write desi-Tony as hindu, i always subconsciously picture him as Riz. 

i also routinely imagine him as Shah Rukh, but that’s because i have a massive thing for Shah Rukh. and also because Shah Rukh and Robert have the same gravitas about them.

desi peter:

i have a couple for this, but im partial to Rohit Saraf

other contenders include Vishnu Kaushal (who looks a lot like Andrew Garfield)

and Avan Jogia, for no other reason apart from that i love him

desi-steve:

im a bit more mainstream with this, and just imagine him as Hrithik Roshan because i just truly do not see anyone else playing this role if it ever existed

desi-bruce:

my face-claim for this is actually Irrfan Khan, which sucks because he’s since passed away - but he just had this thing about him that always attracted me to him for Bruce

desi-bucky:

i don’t actually have anyone specific in mind for this, but there’s a couple of people out there

i like Sendhil Ramamurthy (who is incidentally Simi’s fancast for Tony so go figure)

there’s also Dev Patel (but i personally don’t like using Dev because i feel like a lot of people just use him as their token south asian actor)

and finally, Raza Jaffrey 

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those are all my faceclaims!! obviously none of this is by any means hard and fast rules, these are just suggestions. i limited myself to the marvel men because you asked for guys, and hopefully this helps anon!!

[itsprashimusic]

You Make Me Strong (part 2)

Summary - After coming back home from a really long mission and breaking down in your arms, all Steve wants to do is fall asleep in your arms. But after being woke up by a nightmare, a realisation dawns on him.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x desi!wife!reader

Word Count - 985

Warnings - rescue mission gone wrong, explosives/explosions, hindi words with english translations in brackets, 1 or 2 swear words, steve speaking hindi, small dancing scene

A/N - this was inspired by One Direction's ‘Strong’ and in my opinion one of the BEST romantic bollywood songs “Mast Magan”

also the summary is shit, the 'realisation' bit is actually pretty short.

Part 1

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Steve had come back home from a very long mission. He was covered in dirt but neither of you cared when all you wanted was to feel each other’s embrace. It was late at night when he returned. After all the initial hugs, kisses and tears, he went to freshen up while you put the things from his back away.

You warmed up his favourite aloo parathas. “इश्क़ की धुनि…” (the flame of love) you sang under your breath, a bollywood song stuck in your head. Swaying back and forth you got more into the lyrics, the yellow light setting the right atmosphere, it somehow raining outside at the perfect time. Just as you closed your eyes and twirled around, your husband caught you, spinning you once more before slow dancing with you. 

“मांगे है तेरी मंजूरी..” (have sought your permission) he sang where you stopped. It always warms your heart whenever Steve would learn the songs you love just to sing them to you. Especially the hindi songs, since those took effort to both learn and pronounce correctly. The beeping microwave made you break apart, but not before he kissed the back of your hand, then letting you go. Always the gentleman. 

Telling him to sit down at the table, you bring out the food and let him eat. Assuming by how quickly he finished his meal, he was hungry. “Now that beat the shitty sandwichs they gave us to eat,” he said while finishing up. Before he could get up you take his plate to the sink and wash it. Steve doesn’t say anything. Instead he just watches you with only love in his eyes. 

Later you both were getting ready for bed. He had already brushed his teeth while you were in the bathroom doing the very thing. He could hear your paayals making a little noise as you went shuffling around the bathroom. 

He noticed his favourite hoodie sitting on the sofa-chair in the room, as if laid out to be worn. It got Steve thinking. She knew that he was coming home today, did she leave it out for him to wear? Or was it being aired out since she probably wore it during his absence? Either way, it made him smile for no visible reason. 

You made your way to the bed while switching the hallway light off outside the room. Once you pulled back the covers and got yourself situated in the bed Steve immediately held your waist and smoothly pulled you closer to him. 

“How are you feeling राजा?” you asked him, softly. He replied in the same low, breathy tone, “a couple of things, but mostly tired right now.” You could see the red in his eyes and how he was fighting sleep just as much as you. “How ‘bout we go to sleep and tomorrow we can stay in bed all day, that sound good?” he asked, freckling kisses all over your face. He got a soft hum in response from you. 

He turns to switch the bedroom light off and pulls you closer to him while slowly drifting off to sleep. 

“You both head in from the east, we both will enter from the west. Team Alpha will free the hostages and get them to the aircraft. Team Beta is on takeout duty. You see any figure from the opposing party, take them out instantly. And finally Team Charlie will sweep the place once all the hostages are on the aircraft and will set the explosives. Is the plan understood?” 

(FLASH)

“Are all the hostages out?” “Apparently yes Captain, but they are searching the premises once more just to be sure.” “Good, once they’re out the explosives will be set off.”

(FLASH)

“THERE ARE STILL HOSTAGES IN THERE?!” “Cap, they already sweeped the place thrice and no more hostages were found. And the dynamite timer is already set, there is nothing we can do” 

(FLASH)

‘Images of the building exploding and screaming coming from the rescued people. Most of the commotion being the people saying how there were more hostages that just got killed’

(FLASH)

Steve woke up with a jump. He had a nightmare about the innocent people he accidentally killed. He had ordered the explovies timer be set when the team leader had confirmed there were no more hostages in the structure. But yet there were. They had not searched hard enough to find them and now the hostages were just mere ash and burned bodies lying underneath bricks and rubble. 

Even though Steve woke up, you were still fast asleep, no longer in his arms but still on his side of the bed. He was breathing heavily, his face, neck and hands sweating profusely. He turned the bedside lamp on. But when he turned to face you, slowly his breathing evened out. 

The serene and peaceful look of your face smushed in the pillow was all he needed to see. To see that you were safe, you were unharmed and most importantly right next to him, alive. He looked at you and softly said, “I’m sorry if I say I need you, but I don’t care.” “There is so much I wish I would’ve done differently. But I didn’t and I made mistakes. Mistakes that have cost the lives of innocent people… Is it wrong for me to say that I need you to be strong for me? There is only so much I can do, so much I can hide. Especially in a situation like this when you’re not nearby, cause when I’m not with you I’m weaker.” Steve uses the back of his hand to swipe away the stray tear. 

He turns the lamp off and lies back down in bed, cuddling close to you. Little did he know that you woke up with all that movement just in time to hear him say this, “You make me strong.”

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