#steve rogers x desi reader

[ktficworld]

Loving you is not easy, my dear

Pairing: Steve Rogers x desi!reader

Summary: America thinks Steve Rogers can do better and maybe, they are right.

Warning: heavy racism(seriously, I'm not using this word lightly), angst, hurt/comfort, trolling, protective!Steve, reader gets her revenge on the racist bastards 😈

A/n: posting after so long. Already know traction is going to be shit but I'd really appreciate if you reblog this. I'll try to keep it short(I failed💀)

Tags: @sunshine-on-my-mind @slutty-daddy-pedro

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren't ready to get dragged through the mud just yet.

You and Steve have been dating for a year. You were a regular software engineer. Wandering around on the internet, to help fellow programmers with their problems. Little did you know, that none other than Tony Stark was there for help under the disguise of 'toiletdistroyer'; frankly, you should have known by this username, but oh well.

So, you caught the billionaires eye and he offered you a job on the spot. And of course, you took it, much to your parents dismay and happiness. With tears filled in your eyes and aachar, parathe stuffed in your tiffin. Of you went to America.

You didn't meet the captain for a good month and honestly, even if you had. You wouldn't have given two fucks about him since you were stressed to the brim with work and moving in.

You slowly met every avenger. Tony was the first, of course. Then it was Bruce Wayne Banner as you worked on the technical part of a bio-tech project he was developing. He was good but was shy and mostly kept to himself. Afterwards followed, Natasha, she was sassy and perfect. You liked talking to her about girl shit and somehow, she took a liking to your weird ass and you befriended black widow.

Next up, was his best friend. Bucky. He caught you wandering outside the stark building because you came too early and so he joined you and the birds chirping. He was cute and funny, but not your type. Thankfully, he wasn't interested and quickly friend zoned him.

Then you met him.

You whistled as you sauntered into the lobby. Clocking out early from your shift and cherry on top, it was Friday. You were going to have a fun weekend. Talking with your parents, watching kdrama and being gleefully single.

Your whistle was disturbed by something squashy yet hard coming underneath your foot. You retreated your foot and glanced down with furrowed brows. It was a brown leather wallet. With a sigh, you bent down and picked up the lost wallet.

You opened the wallet to see the identity of the abandoned wallet's owner and your eyebrows disappeared into you hairline as the stupidly handsome face of the captain appeared in front of you. He must have dropped it in a hurry.

Your eyes darted around as you bit your bottom lip. The sane thing to do would be to go to the reception, hand her the wallet and go your merry way. But he might still be around and also, the receptionist looked too bitchy for you to deal with. So you went for the less sane option, of course.

You took a deep breath and glanced up at the ceiling. "Hey, Friday. Is Captain Rogers still in the compound?"

"Yes, miss. Shona. Captain Rogers is in the parking lot." The robotic voice of Friday said from above.

"Thank you, Friday." You said and deeply sighed. Yes, you could do it. No need to be nervous. What if he's Captain America? You ain't a criminal. With that peep talk, you rushed to the parking lot.

You almost tripped while trying to find Steve in the parking lot but in the end, you found him. He was swinging his leg to climb on his bike when you shouted to get his attention.

"Captain Rogers! Captain Rogers!" The man stopped mid-way, setting his foot back on the ground as he turned around and you almost died at the sight of him. He was wearing blue jeans, white T-shirt and blue jacket, making his sapphire eyes pop as some blonde hair strands falling over his forehead. Oh, girl. Get a grip on yourself!

He was startled by your incessant shouting as he looked at you with his doe yet alert eyes. "Yes, miss. How can I help you?" He asked, ever the gentleman and you internally sighed in relief that he didn't call you ma'am.

You waved his wallet and said. "Your wallet. I think you dropped in the lobby."

His eyes widened as he patted his pockets and a sheepish look appeared on his face. "Ah, I think I really dropped it. Sorry." He said and walked up to you.

You gave him his wallet with a smile and bit your lip when your hands touched. Fuck, were you on your pms?

You peered at him through your lashes as he checked the insides of the wallet and promptly shoved it in his jeans back pocket.

He glanced at you and with a shy smile, said. "Thank you, miss."

"Oh, no problem. You can call me shona." You didn't know what divine energy of confidence came over you as you extended your hand for Steve to shake.

Steve looked at you funnily but shook your hand nonetheless. "That's not your real name, is it?" He asked timidly after the handshake, his touch lingering on your hand as you unwittingly savoured the feeling.

You beamed at him and shook your head. "Nope."

"Then, what is it?"

You told him your name and the smile on his dashing face faded away as he looked down. You could not blame him, most people had the same reaction and that was why you gave your nickname, not actual name.

"I'll probably butcher that." He muttered sadly as he scratched the back of his neck.

You chuckled and waved off his concerns. "It's alright. Most people can't say my name. Only few special people have made it into a special group who can pronounce it outside India." And it was true. Only few people were able to say your name without getting their tongue twisted, including Natasha.

Steve raised an eyebrow. He bent down, close to your face and whispered, in a husky voice. "And what are the requirements?"

You hummed as you pretend to think with your finger on your chin and said, dramatically. "A lot of dedication and practice."

Now it was his turned to be amused as he leaned even closer and asked. "And what will I get if I get into this special club?"

You were caught off guard as you spluttered out. "Um, what do you want?" And you also had kdramas to binge for fuck sake.

"A dinner sounds good." He said with a lopsided grin.

You gave him a thumbs up and said. "Perfect! Now I need to go. I have a weekend to enjoy, bye." You said and rushed out without a second thought or glance at Steve.

When you sat down in the metro was the time when your dumb mind actually processed his words and you froze In your seat. Wait! Did he just ask you on a date?

He did, in fact, ask you on a date.

After he learned to say your name. You two went on a date and you knew you were doomed. Those blue eyes had effectively captured your heart as you slowly fell for him.

And who won't? He was so soft, affectionate, caring, supportive. He was perfect. You didn't know what he saw in you. You were so... Regular.

But whenever you would say this to him. He would look at you all offended and ask why not? You were beautiful, intelligent and his sunshine. And you melted everytime he said that.

You told your parents and you had to make your mother take an oath that she won't say anything about your relationship to any of your relatives as she just couldn't stop giggling. Thankfully, she kept her oath.

You also officially got introduced to the avengers. Bucky and Natasha already knew about it and everyone was happy for you and Steve. Yeah, Tony did throw a tantrum about how he didn't figure out your budding romance and how Rogers whisked you away from under his nose. His words, not yours. And he also earned a slap to the chest by Pepper for that.

You both decided to keep your relationship private. Steve did not want to make a circus of his relationship in the media and you also wanted to lay low. You wanted to take the Katrina Kaif route, one day you're single and the next day, poof! You are married.

But the Cosmos had another plan.

You didn't know who it was, a reporter or a fan. But someone captured you and Steve in a not so platonic way. You were sitting on his bike, one hand occupied with an ice cream and the other, draped over his board shoulder. He was holding you by the waist as you both kissed. Ice cream long forgotten as you both were smiling into the kiss. But someone had posted it on social media and overnight your very private relationship was in front of the entire world to judge ans comment about.

You woke up to a cold bed and your phone exploded with texts and calls, ranging from judgmental relatives to your friends from India and America to the entire avengers team.

You furrowed your brows at the slew of messages and calls and decided to call Steve but instead his phone blared in your shared room, making you sigh. What the fuck was going on?

You scrolled through your contacts and paused when Natasha's name appeared. You hovered over her number hesitantly before calling her. Just after two rings, she answered.

"Hello, Natasha. What is going on and where is Steve?" You asked her in a sleepy voice and scratched your head.

On the other side of the line, Natasha sucked in a sharp breath and replied with unusual franticness. "Shona, somebody leaked a photo of you two and now the world knows that you both are in a relationship. Steve's in the living room, come here quickly and don't open your social media!" Natasha cautioned.

"Wha-" You didn't even get a chance to comprehend her words before she hang up the call. You glance at your phone incredulously. You sat up straight when your brain finally processed the given information. Your relationship was public. Your Katrina Kaif moment was ruined even before it materialised, ugh! So unfair.

And telling you not to open your social medias? It was like telling a child not to eat the candies from the jar. You bit your lip and opened the hellhole called twitter. And the number one trending hastag was:

#CaptainAmericaisdatingwho?

You tapped on the hastag and was instantly greeted by the picture of you and Steve. Your eyes widened as you took in the picture, whoever clicked it had good photography skills as you looked decent in it. You scrolled down and made a decision you would later come to regret, started reading the reactions of the people.

He is dating an Indian? Why? Did he not find any good girl in here? Insane.

If they have a child, what would be their skin color?

She probably put him under a spell or something.

Wait! She works for Stark, meaning this is a work-place relationship. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Captain America is taken😭😭😭 why God! Now I need to find someone else to obsess over😭😭😭

Look how she's eating. Like, get some manners girl! 👇

You looked down to the image attached. You were eating rice with your hand and winking at the camera, granted it wasn't the neatest sight but eating food with hands made it taster(yeah, fight me on it!).

That was it, you could not take it anymore. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as you giggled at the comments, doubling down in your bed.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed your ass off on these racists misery. You knew damn well that you would face some form of racism whether you dated Steve or not and it was funny to see them whine like anyone gave a shit.

You scrolled some more laughing at the whiny racist and the memes people made along the way. However, one comment caught your attention as you halted to read it.

Why isn't Steve dating her?

You looked down at the photo and your heart dropped, all your happiness fading away. You stared at the woman's photo for what felt like ages as you observed her porcelain skin, her blonde hair and her perfect figure. She was the epitome of an American woman.

You looked at Sharon's perfect face and could not help but echo the poster's thought. Yeah, why wasn't he dating Sharon? Why was he dating you? A regular girl while he was captain fucking America! He could have anyone he wanted. A model, an actor anyone he wanted and he wanted you? Why?

Much to your detriment, you scroll past it and onto the next comment which said:

So, she's the ugly one in the relationship 🙈🙈🙈

The comment plunged into your soul like a rusted dagger as your breathing becomes a shallow pounding in your ears. You glanced forward, where the full length mirror was sitting and stared at your reflection with critical gaze.

You brought a hand to your face, it was so dull. Your eyes had dark circles and were puffy. Your lips weren't plump enough. Your eyes weren't big enough. Your body wasn't curvy enough. You only had brains. No, you didn't! You weren't special, anyone could do your job with enough practice. You were nothing out of the ordinary.

You were snapped out of your destructive thoughts as your phone was snatched out of your grip. You whipped your eyes to the perpetrator and a very furious Natasha glared back at you.

"What did I tell you about not checking your social media?" Natasha asked, enraged as she waved your phone in her hands.

You didn't want Natasha to be proven right so you scoffed and replied. "Telling someone not to do something will only make them do it more. Haven't you heard of reverse psychology, agent?" You snarked and Natasha shook her head in displeasure.

"You coming with me?" Natasha asked.

You paused to think and then shook your head. "Let me shower first. I feel dirty and sleepy."

Natasha nodded thoughtfully and said. "Okay, I'll stay here."

You whined in protest but quickly shut up after receiving a steely glare fron the black widow which would make even the toughest villians pee their pants. You showered, taking extra long as you got distracted by your thoughts yet again. And made your way to the living room with Natasha in toe.

And you heard it before you saw it. The annoying voice of one of the most famous conservative journalist as he said that Steve Rogers could do much better, that this relationship wasn't going to last and that he wished it won't last long.

The last part made your stomach churn in uncertainty.

The pattering of footsteps alerted the other avengers of your arrival. Tony and Steve were standing next to each other as they talked in hushed yet aggressive tone.

Tony looked annoyed than ever as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. While, Steve? Steve looked like just one poke and he would snap. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were ablaze as he stood taut.

Both of the man's gaze snapped towards you as Steve's face softened and he rushed towards you, blocking your view to the TV as Tony hastily turned it off.

"You finally done sleeping, sleepy head?" Steve asked affectionately as he caressed you cheek.

You hummed absentmindedly and forced a smile on your face. "Slept like a baby." You said and the air was so thick with tension that it was strangling you more than your own mind as no one dared to talk about the elephant in the room.

Eventually, Steve cleared his throat and said in a whisper. "You already know what happened but don't worry, I'm with you." And pulled you into his embrace. Yes, why are you with me, Steve? What do you like in having to deal with all this drama when you could date any white woman and keep the peace?

You tried to reciprocate his hug but it was a half hearted attempt as you were fixated onto something else.

"Yeah, don't do anything stupid." Sam said when you and Steve parted. His face was empathic and knowing and your heart broke at that. Still, you gave him a half smile.

"Hey! That's my line!" Bucky yelled in offence, making Sam scowl at him.

"You don't own a sentence, Buchanan." Sam countered.

"Don't call me that and I would copyright..." They kept bickering but you tuned them out as the seed of doubt started sprouting in your consciousness.

📷

But it only got worse. The hate just didn't stop and everyone was piling up on you. Indians did come to your defence, questioning the racism and the unrequited hate you were getting.

But some were also interrogating you. Why were you dating captain America? Why were you flying so high? That he may just be using you and would leave you for an American sooner or later. This sentiment was also shared by your relatives.

Your parents were on your side but you could sense that seeing you get attacked was upsetting them. You put up a brave face in front of the world but you were crumbling down from the depths of your being. You were falling down an abyss and no matter how hard you shouted for help, your mind didn't let up its torment.

You didn't tell the avengers or Steve because they was already so stressed out dealing with all this fiasco. He was so distraught that he didn't even notice you withdrawing from him. He didn't notice how you slept on the edge of the bed instead of in his arms. He didn't notice that you avoided mirror like a plague. He didn't notice how you were drowning in your minds stupid tricks.

That was until it boiled over.

It was a quiet evening. You were walking back to the compound after running some errands. Apparently, Indian species were hella expensive and hard to find in there so you shopped for them by yourself. And it was also because you liked these non-eventful and tranquil moments that you had reserved for yourself.

You were absentmindedly trudging forward as the compound just entered your peripheral when a shout jolted you out of your trance like state.

"Go back to your country!"

You whirled around, only to come face-to-face with a regular white man. Seriously, he didn't even look like a Kevin or intimidating, just run of the mil white guy, very easy to blend in the crowd.

You raised your eyebrows and exclaimed. "Excuse me?"

The man tutted and took a step forward, you taking a backward step. "Didn't you hear me? I said, go back to your country."

"This is getting old. Try something new." You said with a bored voice and crossed your arms on your chest.

"Seriously, first you take our jobs then resources and now our hero? Just because you don't have anything in your country, doesn't mean you should come running to us and mooch off of us." He ranted with a grunt.

"Why? You wanna date him?" You eyed him from head to toe. "To my knowledge, Steve is straight and even if he wasn't. I don't think he would date someone like you." You snided.

His jaw ticked as he took a step forward. "You don't deserve him!" He spat.

Yes, you don't deserve him. Your mind supplied as your grip around the shopping bag loosened.

"He deserves better." Yes, he deserved better.

"You are nothing." Yes, you were nothing.

You were so hypnotised by your minds scorching affirmations that you didn't see the approaching threat.

You yelped as your back hit an electric poll, grocery bag falling on the ground. The man lunging forward for an attack but before he could even lift his hand, a punch from his left side shoved him away and he landed on the ground with a pained grunt.

You let out a shuddery breath as you slowly glanced to your left, your whole body trembling with fear. Your eyes landed on Steve standing there, panting heavily as his knuckles were painted crimson, by whose blood? You didn't know. His eyes were ablaze and his face was murderous as he began charging towards the whimpering man on the pavement.

This snapped you from whatever demons were holding you as marched towards him and shrieked. "Steve, stop!"

You stopped in front of him and wrapped youur hands around his. He halted in his steps, his face instantly softening as he unclenched his fists and dropped his offensive stance. He cupped your right cheek and you spluttered out a sob.

You glanced down at his bloody knuckle and coked out. "Steve, let's go."

He glanced behind you at the whining man and then nodded. He tucked you in his embrace while your gaze never left his knuckles. This was all your fault. Because of you, he almost lost control of himself and if he would have done something then you would have also smeared his name. Maybe it was good to end things.

📷

The room was pin-drop silent, only the sniffling of you and Steve and the clinking of the first aid kit being shut closed reverberated through the walls. Steve had started to talk as soon as you left the man writhing on the cold sidewalk but one finger of yours on his lips and he shut up, accepting your silent plea of solace. But you couldn't push back the inevitable any longer.

You lifted up the first aid kit and set it inside one of the cabinets in the bathroom. When you came back, you sat down on the coffee table ahead of Steve and peered at him through your lashes, your heart breaking when your gaze landed at his pretty face. You would miss him.

It was Steve who spoke first. He intertwined his bandaged hand with yours and softly said. "I'm sorry, you are suffering so much because of me and I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you."

Swallowing, you looked down as tears beaded your eyelashes and muttered out. "I think we should break up, Steve. It's not working out." Saying those words was like stabbing yourself in the chest with a scorching knife.

Steve instantly stiffened and his grip on your hand grew tight as he refused to let you go. "Why?" He asked and before you could reply, his bitter laugh made your head snap upwards as he shook his head.

"Why am I asking this? This should be pretty obvious to me," He sniffled as few tears slid down his cheeks. He glanced at you and you had to bite your lip to hold back your own tears as his pained and misty eyes stared into yours. "Is there nothing I could do to change your mind? To make you give me a second chance? Do you not love me anymore?"

The last part was like a slap to your face as you furiously shook your head and yelled. "I love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul. I love you more than anything in this world, more than I could ever articulate."

"Then why are you leaving me?" He asked in a whisper.

And the flood burst gates open as you broke down. "BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE YOU."

Steve immediately placed you in his lap as sons wrecked through your body. "Why would you say that? You deserve the world, doll."

"No Steve, no! You are Captain America and I'm nothing. You are gorgeous and I'm ugly. You are perfect and I'm not." You cried into his chest, selfishly seeking his warmth.

Steve jutted your chin upwards and gazed down at you with soft offense. "No, honey. I'm not perfect, I betrayed Tony, I have done so many things that I regret. I have cried in your arms multiple times and you have seen me vulnerable." He said through his own tears.

"But you are so pretty. You should be dating a model or an actress, not me."

"Who like me for being Captain America? No way and," He held your face in his palms and continued. "You are the most beautiful, most intelligent, most amazing woman I have ever met. I won't trade you for anyone."

"Then why I doesn't feel like it, Steve? You asked in a defeated whisper. "Why can't I see myself the way you see me?"

"I can help you look at yourself like I look at you. Please just, don't leave me. I can't live without you. We can survive this storm." He murmured softly kissed your sore eyes.

Your lips quivered as you brought your hands to Steve's face. "I want you, Steve. I want you so much but holding you feels like a sin."

"And holding you feels like a dream. A dream I thought I would never have," He said quietly and gently pressed his forehead with yours. "Just give me another chance. Give us another chance."

"Okay." You replied. Your sobs had ended and draped a heavy blanket of fatigue over you in their farewell as you melted into Steve's hold and Steve snuggled in you more. You didn't know when he placed you on your bed or when you fell asleep in his arms. You let yourself fall into his bliss as all the demons left you. Because in this moment , Steve was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.

📷

You yawned as you got out of your slumber. The bed was cold again as Steve was nowhere to be found. Again.

Maybe he realised you were right and moved instead of kicking you out. You sniffed a little and turned around, so you were facing the front of your room. But your face instantly scrunched up in bewilderment as you took in the sight.

There were polaroid pictures hanging from the ceiling by a white thread, all facing away from you. You scratched your head as you tentatively got out of the bed. How the fuck did someone hang these and you didn't even stir? Was this from hydra?

The last thought made you gulp as you gingerly reached out for the first picture and pulled it close to read the text written on it with a marker.

Do you remember the time when you handled the toughest project alone?

-Tony

"Huh, what?" Now you were even more confused as you flipped the glossy paper and burst out into a fit of laughter.

It was a picture of you handing Tony a golden toilet trophy like you were handing an Oscar with a megavolt grin as he was rolling his eyes but still, he begrudgingly received the award.

You wiped off a tear from your eye and refocused back on his question. You hummed to yourself as you took a trip down the memory lane. It was a very important biotech project and there had come a point where the connection between the software and hardware had broken and no one could figure why because everything was normal and nothing seemed faculty. It turned out to be a software issue as the code had malfunctioned and needed to be rewritten in a more efficient manner.

You led the team who did that and boy were those days exhausting. Overtime, frustration, failure after failure and of course the moral of the team going down. But you managed to keep the team together and pulled through. Providing excellence.

You smiled a little at that memory. You weren't that useless.

Sighing, you stepped forward to the next picture and read the text on it.

Remember when you got hit on and Steve scowled?

-Natasha and Wanda

You turned the photo around, showing you, Wanda and Natasha. You and Wanda were eating a leftover cake while Natasha was drinking wine straight from the bottle.

You remembered that night. You were minding your own business and not touching alcohol since you didn't want to wake up with a pounding headache. when a guy suddenly materialised next to you and ordered a drink for you without even asking and began flirting.

You smoothly pulled yourself out of that situation and gave the drink to Natasha but Steve had witnessed the whole interaction and he looked like he wanted to sucker punch that poor dude. He was teased relentlessly about it for a month.

Now that you thought about it. You were hit on multiple times on multiple occasions. It was a game of sorts between you and Steve. Since your relationship was private, it was amusing to see people ask you or Steve on a date. You always relished in watching girls flirt with Steve because he would always get uncomfortable and nope out of there like his life depended on it. It was fun because no matter how much they flirted with him, you knew that the man was yours.

You chuckled and caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You weren't that bad looking.

You walked up to the next polaroid and snatched it closer.

Remember when you comforted me when everyone was sleeping?

-Bucky

Your eyes filled with tears as you flicked to see yours and Bucky's image, it was clicked during lockdown when everyone stressed a lot about cleaning everything. You were pretending to sing with a cleaner bottle in your hand as a microphone and Bucky was using a broom as his guitar.

With a reminiscent smile and you thought back to that one stormy night when Steve was out on a mission and everyone was sound asleep.

You being the insomniac that you were started trudging towards the kitchen for some late night snack but stopped mid-way when you heard whimpers coming from Bucky's room. You went inside without asking but saw him crying alone in his bed. He was so resistant to your comfort and even yelled at you for intruding on his privacy: but he was right about it. However, he caved in the end and cried his heart out while you held him. Then you both watched anime and ate chips. Sleep was nowhere to be found that night.

You bit your lips as you went to the last and final picture, that was dangling before the door.

Remember why I love you?

-Steve

You burst into tears as the realisation dawned on you that it was he, who did all of this. To make you see yourself through his eyes and everybody's eyes. And no, you didn't remember why he loved you because there were too many moments and reasons to remember all that once.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you finally looked at the picture and it was just like your relationship. Sweet and simple. With you both in the bed, hair messy and lazy smiles on your faces. It was a morning selfie that you taken sporadically on his phone.

You loved him. You loved him so much and you wanted to be with him till the end of the line. Because even if you were just a regular jane, you loved him and he loved you and that was all that mattered.

In your whirlpool of emotions, you didn't register the the bedroom door clicking open and Steve walking inside. It was when his strong arms enveloped you, did you got out of your reverie and glanced at him, teary eyed.

You hugged him back and wept louder in his chest as he rubbed your head. "I love you. I'm sorry for telling everyone about what you were going through but I thought it would help, please stop crying."

You slapped a hand over his lips and cried out. "Shut up. You lovely little dork. I love you. You did nothing wrong in my eyes."

With hope twinkling in his eyes, he removed your palm and asked. "So, will you give us another chance?"

"Yes! This one incident won't make my problems go away in a snap but I want to be with you and learn to love myself like you love me." You said through a smile and leaned to kiss him when-

"What about the trolls?" Tony's voice made you shriek in surprise as Steve gave him an exasperated look.

"Really, Tony?" Steve said with displeasure.

"Yeah, really asshole?" Natasha said and slapped Tony on the head.

Tony scrunched up his face in indignation and said. "But I need to know. She's not used to the attention and hate. And she can't even deactivate her social media because she is one of our representatives from tech."

This made a bulb go off in your head as you held up your plam and said. "Don't worry, Tony. I'll have it handled. Plus, we didn't really publicly announced our relationship, did we?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at you but you just grinned at him devilishly. Time to troll the trolls.

📷

You softly closed the bathroom door as you stepped outside, your white saree grazing the floor. You looked ahead and your jaw went slack, Steve was his blue powder blue shirt and black pants and his blonde hair practically glowed in the golden light of the evening. He looked so gorgeous that you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

But then you realised his intense stare on you and you quickly looked down, heat raising to your cheeks. "Stop, staring, it's creepy."

Steve let out a throaty chuckle and said. "I can say the same thing about you."

You opened your mouth to reply but the Bucky's exasperated voice interjected with a grunt. "You both can do this later. Now, come on before the sunsets and the light is gone." And harshly thrusted his phone in the direction of the door.

You chuckled. "Alright, let's go." Steve held your hand as you both walked outside the compound and into the evening sun. After, finding a place where the background was greenery instead of a concrete jungle. You perched on his Harley. Your hand snaked around his neck as his came down to rest on your butt while he stood in the middle of your legs and both came forward to kiss each other.

Bucky clicked the picture but Steve didn't let you go until the need for oxygen became dire. You smiled bashfully and wiped your mouth as you finally got off his bike and went to the very unimpressed Bucky.

He shoved your phone into your hands and ran away before he had to endure any of your pda any further.

You shrugged it off and looked at the photo. Thankfully, it was good and you gave Steve a thumbs up before posting it with a caption:

I corrupted the golden boy and I'm not sorry 😈

Steve also posted the same picture but his caption was more modest:

My love ❤

And. It. Blew. Up, again.

The haters and racist started whining again. Sane people supported you both and laughed at the haters, going as far as making memes. You were trending again, many famous people also came out of the woodworks and congratulated you both which made you roll your eyes.

You didn't care about the public thought of you. You wanted to troll the haters and you successfully accompanied that.

However, it didn't end there. As your devil incarnate friends decided to add fuel to the fire by posting pictures of you and Steve being all over each other with a complimentary middle finger emoji. And apparently, everybody had one.

Either you two were pervs Or your friends were nosey as fuck. Natasha and Bucky agreed with the former assumption.

Bucky posted you both kissing on a picnic.

Natasha of you sitting in Steve's lap.

Sam posted a photo of your head resting in his lap.

Heck, even Peter posted a photo where Steve was kissing your temple.

There were many more but you that was enough for the day as you switched off your phone and tossed it on the bed side table.

"I just wish, no pray that my parents don't see any of these pictures or I will be having an interesting phone call with them. The relatives are still blasting my phone but I ignored them as always." You rambled to Steve as he slid under the covers.

Steve let out a raspy chuckle and said. "I don't think they haven't seen it yet as we're all over the, well everything."

You groaned and pouted at Steve because he didn't need to always tell the truth but as soon as you locked eyes with him you melted in his oceanic blue gaze. He pulled you into his comforting arms and you happily obliged.

"Steve, now that the whole mess is kinda resolved. What's next?" You asked as you gazed into his sapphire blue eyes.

He hummed and gazed back at you. "What's next? Good question, but I don't think you want to hear the answer to that. Would ruin the fun. " He whispered and leaned down to kiss you before you could question him further.

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

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[sapphirerogers]

Update: I am terrible at resisting good things, so I ended up finishing it.

It's ✨delicious✨

🎀 BαႦყ, Oɳҽ Mσɾҽ Tιɱҽ 🩰

Summary: Steve Rogers, as it turns out, is rather old fashioned for this century. He may not be preaching it to everyone, but he still believes that a man's place is to be in charge. You decide the Captain needs a break from being in charge all the time. In other words, an AU of @lokischambermaid's Captain's Orders (I recommend) where the situation is switched. Unbeta'd. I just wrote this in the stretch of an hour lmao. Read if you want to reimburse feminism to your body after that one! (This is not at all my nuanced view of activism btw don't actually do this to your local misogynist) Pairing: Closeted Bi!Steve x Desi!reader CW: Coercion into kink, more dubcon than the last, spanking, feminization, slapping, and verbal degradation; inaccurate representations of feminism

“How do you feel about spanking?”

Steve looked up over his mission report, furrowing his brow. "You wanna get spanked?"

“No. I mean me spanking you.”

“Oh.”

“What do you think?”

“No. I can’t do that.” Matter of fact in his tone, he continued reading. “I’m sorry.”

“What can you do?”

He placed the file down on the table, looking at you with steely authority behind his eyes- oh, how you wished you had the chance to melt it all into a puddle. "What's this about?" He grumbled.

"Well... I noticed you're, well... not yet acclimated to this century." You smirked. "I have some ideas to help with that."

Steve scoffed. "What are you gonna spank me for? Signing my name at the bottom of a text again?"

You bit your lip, giggling as you remembered having to teach this guy how to text. "I think these days, you need a spanking for using too many short forms."

"What?" He threw up his hands "It's normal, Y/N!"

"Yesterday, you texted me and I quote: 'can u MMAS when I GH'. What does that even mean??"

He pulled out his phone to check. "I thought you'd get it... it stands for 'can you make me a sandwich when I get home'"

You stared at him for a few seconds.

"What-" he started

"See! This is the kinda stuff I'm talking about. Why should I make you a sandwich?" You hiss.

"Because you're... my girlfriend? You're not doing anything time consuming, are you?" His eyebrows draw together again in confusion.

"My job is important too! I get stressed from it!"

"I didn't say it wasn't important, I said you have more time to make me something. Also, you're supposed to be making hot dinners when I get home, you know? I'm not insisting though." He went back to the papers.

You sat there in passive aggressive silence.

He finally looked up, realizing why you were silent. "Hey."

"Chutiya."

"What's that?"

You smile. He was too late. "That's what you're having for dinner."

His expression faltered. "It's... is it an Indian snack?"

Your smile widened. "Yes."

__

Steve walked into a virtually silent house.

There was hardly any smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. The curtains were drawn. The lights were dim.

By instinct, he walked into the bedroom and he almost choked, seeing you there: you had on one of his shirts. That's the only thing you had on.

Your smiled, curling a finger to beckon him.

"Y/N... I... wait, you said?" He started short circuiting, "Dinner-? Wh-"

"Shhhhh" You place a finger on his lips and pull him in by the collar.

His eyes fall shut as he kisses you deeply. You didn't need to be a supersoldier too to hear his stomach growl.

"Don't worry, you're gonna have your dinner very soon." You whisper into his soft pink lips.

"Nghndh?" His 'man of the house' facade starts cracking. God knew he desperately needed this.

You unbuckle his belt and start unbuttoning his shirt. "You're gonna listen to me, okay?" He nodded dumbly as you pulled down his pants and stripped off his shirt.

"Now wear that." You pointed at a set of lingerie you had ordered a few weeks ago, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make him wear them.

He blushed furiously, regaining a little of his old fashioned sensibility. "They're ladies' things!"

"You're gonna be a lady for some time, here" You countered, your tone commanding. He was not used to being on the receiving end of that for a long time.

"O-okay..." He took off his vest and briefs to pull on the very strappy pink garters and silk panties on. He seemed surprised that it fit.

"Now." You snapped. "Be a good boy and get on your knees."

Steve spluttered in protest.

"Now."

He sighed, and knelt before you. Smirking, you lifted a leg and rested it on the foot of the bed. He shivered at the sight of your dripping pussy nestled between your long brown thighs.

"You want this?"

He nodded quietly with his cute scrunched brows, seeming to understand the assignment at last.

"Eat it."

He dived in, groaning and latching on your clit immediately. Your legs trembled a little from the shockwaves that went through you with each brush of his rough tongue against it. But you stood your ground, waiting for yourself to cum.

Steve stopped you from falling over, but didn't make any attempt to assert dominance. Nice.

"Such a good boy. What did you say you were?"

His voice broke a little as he murmured: "I'm... a Captain?"

"And?"

"Your boyfriend."

"Mm, the man of the house, is that right?"

"Is this what this is abou-" SLAP

His eyes widened in shock, but you could clearly see his dick twitch in the silky pink panties.

"Shh." You repeated, smirking at his pathetic state. "Turn around and bend over the bed, Mister man."

He blushed intensely and complied. One thing you loved about having a lightskinned boyfriend was that you could see every emotion on his skin. It was adorable.

In the lowlight, his ass looked even more delicious- with its firm muscles as a frame and bouncy fat filling up the space- it was perfect. America's ass, they called it.

He knew what was coming this time. That's probably why he was tenting his underwear near the point of breakage.

You picked the riding crop off the bedside table and tapped it on your hand before bringing it down on the pale marble-like cheeks.

Steve gasped and squirmed, bunching the sheets under his hands. "Mmngh!"

thwack!

"Oh, Jesus-"

thwack!

"Aaanfh" He brought a fistful of blankets to his mouth, trying to muffle the embarrassing sounds erupting from him.

You continued to spank him, and a minute later, you noticed he was... softly humping the edge of the mattress.

"Ooh, baby boy, what's wrong?"

He growled in frustration and lost all semblance of self respect before openly grinding his dick against the upholstery. "Fuck."

You ran the tip of the riding crop over the outline of his balls. "Are you humping the fucking bed, Rogers? Is that what a Captain would do? What should I even do with you?"

He started sobbing and pressing his dick against the sheets. Anything his hips moaned, anything.

That's it, you mused. I've unlocked his subby side.

You decided to put his out of his misery.

"Come here." Your voice was softer, but still authoratative.

He got up with his nose red and his eyes wet from not being allowed to cum. "Baby-"

You pushed him backwards into the bed and straddled him. "I'm gonna ruin your panties, bitch."

His voice transcended a few octaves higher as you ground down on his clothed dick. It slipped out of his undies and spurted beads of precum onto his belly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah.." you could hear his whispered chant. It gradually turned into a rising song with the only word being your name.

His hips jerked up violently and it was your turn to gasp. He seemed too caught up in his own orgasm to notice- but it didn't stop you from coming a second time on the top of his pink lingerie.

Steve collapsed back on the bed, boneless and redfaced.

"Baby?" his voice came after a long time.

"Mhm?"

"Can we do that one more time?"

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Epilogue

Steve dumped a batch of chopped onions into the pan and saute'd it till they caramelized. "Hey, Y/N?"

You grunted distractedly, your eyes glued on the television. "What?"

"You still haven't told me what a chupia is."

"Huh?"

He sighed and switched his attention to the mini grill. "Remember that thing you said you'd make for dinner?"

"Chutiya?"

He took out the crispy tandoori chicken sandwich he had put in there a minute ago, and plated it with your favorite sauces. "Yeah, I think so..." he said, putting the bottles back.

You grin and tear your eyes off your comfort show to watch the apron clad Captain walk over and hand you an aromatic plate.

"Smells good." You smile appreciatively.

His ears glow pink at the praise as he goes back to the kitchen. You watch his ass bounce in his custom American flag booty shorts before returning to the show.

"It means a lot of things." You called out, biting into the sandwich. "Be careful where you use it."

Steve rolled his eyes.

@whore-for-chris-evans <3

[lolawritesfanfic]

Masterlist

writing styles:

oneshot-💌

angst-💥

fluff-🎀

lemon/smut-🍋

drabble-💝

story-❤️

Yandere-🔪

Yandere Boys:

-Peter YB

❤️🎀🔪-Peter is jealous of Duke TK thinking TK and the princess reader are dating.

🔪-Prince Peter x Female Princess Reader- The reader is forced into an arranged marriage with Peter they aren't happy with it, Neither is Peter until they see the reader and see it as love at first sight and starts becoming yandere for them and will stop at nothing to have them even killing their bloodline so they have to get married sooner and becoming King not just of the kingdom but of them too.

🎀-Prince Peter x Princess Reader-Peter finds the reader crying in the garden, the princess doesn't know why she's crying but mostly thinks she's not good enough and peter comforting.

🔪💌-Prince Peter Blackmailing Princess's reader's family to get her to marry him.

💌💝🔪-4 suitors (Peter YB, John Doe, SunnyDay Jack, Alan Orion) fighting to win over the princess's heart.

-John Doe

-SunnyDay Jack

-Alan Orion

-Tate Frost

-Delivery Guy

-Damon

Supernatural:

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Gabriel

-Chuck (God)

Marvel:

-Steve Rogers

-Tony Stark

-Thor Odinson

-Loki Laufeyson

DC Comics:

-Batman

-Joker (Nickels, Ledger, Leto, Joaquin)

-Penguin

-Harley Quinn

-Catwoman

-Bane

Gotham Tv show:

-Alfred Pennyworth

-Bruce Wayne

-Jim Gordon

-Harvey Bullock

-Victor Zsasz

-Oswald Cobblepot

-Edward Nygma

-Carmine Falcone

-Salvatore Maroni

-Fish Mooney

-Butch Gilzean

Ouran High School Host Club:

-Tamaki Suoh

-Kyoya Ootori

-Hikaru Hitachiin

-Karuo Hitachiin

-Hikaru and Karuo Hitachiin

-Takashi Morinozuka

-Mitsukini Huninozuka

-Haruhi Fujioka

-Basanova

-Nekozawa

-Renge Houshakuji

Horror Slashers:

-Micheal Myers

-Jason Voohees

-Freddy Krueger

-Hannibal Lecter (Anthony Hopkins)

-Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikkelson)

-Chucky and Tiffany

Orange is the new black:

-Sam Healy

-Desi Piscartella

-George Mendez

-John Bennett

-Joe Caputo

Yandere Simulator:

-Ayano Aishi

-Ayato Aishi

-Umeji Kizuguchi

-Gaka Hikitsuri

-Hohuto Furukizu

-Dairoku Surikizu

-Hayanari Tsumeato

-Tiru Sutiriku

Bully Scholarship Edition:

-Derby Harrington

-Gary Smith

-Bif Taylor

-Chad Morris

-Gord Vendome

-Derby Harrington and Johnny Vincent

-Tad Spencer

Disney villains

-Gaston Legume

💝🔪-https://www.tumblr.com/lolawritesfanfic/769350242091008000/yandere-gaston-x-female-reader?source=share

Requests are open for more characters. give me time to do my research if I don't know them and add them to the list. Enjoy reading.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- I am glad to be back after so long. This is my first time writing for Bucky but I hope you all like it. Also I am thinking of a Desi OC series in HOTD universe.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Broken Beings

Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader (Former)

Summary- He wanted a life with her.

Tag List- @bbgmonsay, @shopping, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @killing-gremlin, @minaxcarter, @tonystarksbitch, @formulapierre, @lastwandastan, @b-tchymoon, @instabul, @hukio, @Moon-light1415, @eudximoniakr

GIF Credits to @wadey-wilson

Love brings with itself the possibility of experiencing both the blooming happiness of forever or the greatest sorrow of infidelity. And it had seem that (Y/N) was always supposed to face the griefs of losing her loved ones.

She was merely 10 years of age when Maria and Howard Stark died in an "accident". Growing up without parent's love and support turned her into a cold being, only melting in the presence of the only known family she had known, Tony Stark.

The fear of losing her brother had triggered something in her, revealing a series of dangerous powers to her. Training them to bend at her will had been a process she enjoyed, because for once, she could control something truly by her own will.

Joining the Avengers had helped her in finding a new family. She knew nobody could ever fill the hole in her heart left after her parent's untimely death, but she had found a place she could find solace.

And then, she had found Steve. She had found peace and love in him; the promise of home. She had came to love him when Thanos came, and then... everything crumbled.

For 5 years, she had lived grieving those they lost in the war and in the snap; wishing to find a way to bring back all alongside Steve and Natasha. But had she known before that she will lose all she had, she would have never done it.

Losing Natasha at Vormir and watching Tony die after he had snapped his fingers, wearing the gauntlet which held all the stones in their glory, it all made (Y/N) more sensitive than ever before.

Her walls of security had crumbled faster than ever before, exposing to the Avengers and Steve, the broken girl she had concealed all her life.

She had cried all day, clinging to Steve like a baby, drowning in her sorrows. She had heard him speak sweet nothings and promises of a better future. All of her dreams of a family laced beautifully in his words of reassurance.

A house in midst of a place where no one could find them. She and him, married; forever each other's. Two children; possibly a boy and a girl. A small happy family, spending their lives in blissful moments.

All fake... all promises empty, all moments laced with lies. All declarations of love underneath the moon nothing but a lie.

He never came back from putting the stones in their respective timelines. Only returned the sting of pain in her heart. Only returned the empty place in her heart; in her body.

She remembered Bucky looking at her pityingly as she had smiled at Steve when he stood in the time machine, wishing him luck for the task in his hands.

She remembered Bucky placing a gentle hand on her back, as if to reassure her that he was there, when Steve hadn't came back.

"He wanted a life with her."

Bucky had informed (Y/N) softly, watching as tears welled up in her eyes. It had seemed that tears had became a constant partner of (Y/N), much to her agony.

Bucky still remembered the way she had crumbled in his hands, crying and wailing, whimpering and sobbing... grieving for herself; for Natasha; for Tony.

Bucky had whispered in her (H/C) hair, an apology. Maybe if he had not killed her parents that day, none of this would have happened. Maybe she wouldn't have been this broken.

That day, (Y/N) had slept for the first time in 3 days. Buckyhad stayed there, looking down at the woman who slept in his arms, and he could feel nothing but sympathy for her.

He had softly placed her in the passenger seat of her luxurious and expensive car, himself sitting on the driver seat, staring at nothing in particular but thinking.

Thinking about his life and her. Even though he had met her a handful of times where, most of the times, she was after his life, but then also, Bucky couldn't help drawing up comparisons between them. Their similarities.

She had woken up with a grumble and a hiccup. Eyes puffed and red, a name on her lips. The name belonging to someone who had already left this world.

Tony.

She had looked at Bucky with pleading eyes, as if silently asking him to take away all her pains, something he couldn't do it himself. He had only placed a comforting hand on hers. He hadn't expected her to place her other one on top of his, but he had smiled softly at her.

Both of them had sat there, in her car, in complete silence for hours. None had tried to speak, not even a word exchanged between them but yet, a lot was spoken in this silence.

Perhaps that was a start of something new. After all, new beginnings start from the ends.

[uselesssomebody]

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[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Rain of love

pairing: Steve Rogers x Desi/ South Asian Reader

words: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (no explicit smut) Angst, fluff, happy ending, steamy moments, rainfall, kissing, making out (sort of), implied jealousy (??)

a/n: Hi cuties!! this one is dedicated to all my beautiful Desi / South Asian queens out there. EVERYONE CAN READ! I really really hope you like it, this is my first time writing for a desi reader. Also the song “Zara Zara” is one of my favourite songs ever. So again, I really hope everyone likes it! Let me know if you do. Do tag or share this your Desi/South Asian friends if you like it.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated

Lyrics in Bolt Italics

Song Used/ Song Inspiration:

An air of melancholy surrounds you, while standing on the terrace, soaked in rain. The loud music coming from inside, fading out. Rain, your only relief right now, heavy drops against your soft skin, washing away the emotions you’re desperately trying to get rid of.

“Hey” comes a soft voice from inside, close yet feels so far. You won’t turn to face him, not in this state, not when you’re eyes, your lips and every inch of your face will open your heart to him. Not after realising how everything you felt in your heart doesn’t reach his, how it feels like a one-way route that leads to a dead-end.

“You’ll get sick” is there a hint of concern? Or is it irritation? Or just the responsibility of being the Captain, looking out for everyone. “Come inside”. You don’t move, still facing away, looking at the city. Silence growing between the two of you.

“Everyone left, and the team has retired to their rooms for the night” You can hear footsteps, the voice now louder. His hand on your shoulder, shivers go down your body, even the rain didn’t have that effect on your skin.

“Let’s go in, come on” Steve rubs your shoulder softly. Your dark hair is drenched wet, sticking to your skin. It’s pretty dark now, rainfall making in darker, city lights glimmering. When you don’t move, you hear a deep breath coming from Steve.

He turns you around, you look down, he holds your chin, tilting your face up to make you look at him. Gently stroking your face, as if to learn it by heart. An artist’s touch maybe? His touch feels hot, contrast to your current state.

Strands of dark wet hair on your face, you look like a beautiful painting, a work of art, Steve thinks, but you don’t know that. What you know is that you won’t ever be good enough for Steve Rogers, or rather it’s what you think. He pushes the loose strands of hair behind your ears.

You still don’t talk. Not a word from your mouth. But your mind is racing, one of your favourite hindi songs comes to your mind.

Yuhi Baras Baras

Kaali Ghata Barse

Hum Yaar Bheeg Jaaye

Iss Chaahat Ki Baarish Mein

Meri Khuyli Khuli Lato Ko Suljhaye

Tu Apni Ungliyon Se

Main To Hoon Isi Khwaayish Mein

You close your eyes shut. Can’t bear to look at the man who has the power to win your heart in seconds and break it even quicker. Everything that you used to think means something, the small talks, the shared smiles, the happy times, probably doesn’t mean much to him. If it does, then why would he dance with that girl in the party like that? Or are trying to make excuses for the fear of rejection?

“Look at me, please” You don’t.

“Fine” Steve tells you.

Suddenly you don’t feel the ground below your feet. You feel strong arms around your thighs and stomach. Legs dangling slightly. Your hands-

You open your eyes to see your hands gripping Steve’s shirt tightly while he carries you inside, bridal style. He is drenched too. His wet shirt felt comforting against your fingers.

Steve puts you down only after he takes you to your room. You immediately miss the warm contact, suddenly too aware of your drenched state, you feel cold.

Steve turns to leave and you want to stop him. As if he can listen to your thoughts, he stops in his tracks, but still doesn’t face you.

“I-��� he tries to form a sentence instead of blabbering everything he wants to express to you. “The person I care about the most, the only person I have feelings for, is the one who is not talking to me right now” He stands there, clenching his fist.

Until you hold his hand and he feels relaxed, unclenching his fist.

“Steve, I-“

He turns to look at you, your dark brown eyes look mesmerising, even if brimmed with tears.

“I feel like I don’t deserve you.” You murmur

“You’re right, you deserve so much better”

Is that what he thinks? Is that why whenever you felt something could happen, you felt him trying to pull himself away from you?

“Steve”

You stand on your tip toes, leaning in, hoping he won’t pull away, he doesn’t.

Steve crashes his lips against yours, you let him control it, he does.

You melt in the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth beautifully, always the artist’s touch.

His strong arms holding you close to his body, inspite of the wet clothes, you could feel the warmth from your bodies.

Steve pulls away looking at those beautiful eyes again, then your swollen lips, he traces it with his thumb.

“I love you, so much” Steve opens his heart to you.

“I love you too, so much. So much that it hurts when you’re far, when you’re not with me, when you pull yourself away from me, Steve” It’s your turn now.

He kisses you again, this time trailing kisses from your mouth to the corner of your lips, your jaw, your neck. He licks and kisses your neck to his heart’s content. You grip at his blonde hair.

“Stay, please” You plead.

He nods.

You start unbuttoning his wet shirt. After asking for permission. You remove it.

His body is glistening. You plant a soft kiss on his chest. His breathing gets heavier.

You hold his hand and take him to the bed, stopping just at the edge.

“Wait here, I still have your t-shirt and shorts that I borrowed. I’ll bring them, get changed.”

“I’ll wear the shorts, you wear my t-shirt” he tells you with a slight authority in his voice. You bite your lip, before getting him the shorts and going to the bathroom to get rid of your wet clothes.

You look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, wearing his t-shirt. A soft smile on your face.

When you come out, you find him already lying on the bed wearing nothing but his shorts. You stand in front of him, wearing only his t-shirt and your undergarments. Steve looks at you from head to toe. Again and again before he feels he has taken everything in.

You join him on the bed, he pulls you closer to him. You rest your head against his chest, his heart beat calms you down. You pull the blanket to cover you both nicely.

“I am sorry if I’ve hurt you, Sunshine” You smile at the nickname. He called you sunshine for the first time on a sunny day, when the sun made your skin glow into the most beautiful colour Steve had ever seen. Your warmth felt like sunshine.

“It’s okay Stevie.” You nuzzle your head against his chest as he softly strokes your back.

In this moment of togetherness and closeness, that song plays your mind again.

Sardi Ki Raaton Mein

Hum Soye Rahe Ek Chaadar Mein

Hum Dono Tanha Ho

Na Koi Bhi Rahe Is Ghar Mein

You hum the tune softly.

“What song is it?” Steve asks, you smile.

“The one that was made for this moment.”

He kisses the top of your head as you both surrender yourself to slumber, bodies wrapped with each other.

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English translation of the lyrics (even though the feel is stronger in the original words)

Yun hi baras baras kaali ghata barse

Let the dark clouds pour

Hum yaar bheeg jaaye

Let us get drenched

Is chahat ki baarish mein

In this rain of love

Meri khuli khuli latton ko suljhaye

May you straighten my open hair

Tu apni ungliyon se

With your fingers

Main toh hoon issi khwaish mein

This is my only desire

Sardi ki raaton mein

In the cold nights

Hum soye rahe ek chaadar mein

Let us sleep together under one blanket

Hum dono tanha ho

May both of us be alone

Na koi bhi rahe is ghar mein

And may there be no one in this house

[cloudystevie]

Hey cutie pie! I've got a lil request if you have the time! Take as long as you need💖💖 Can I ask for a Steve trying to impress desi reader's parents? 🥺🥺 thank you!

okay first of all every time you call me cutie pie i literally 💝💖💓💕💘 yes yes always for you!

this is long and bad, im sorry :( - desi! reader hc! <3

“stevie, look at me. it’s gonna go fine you need to stop freaking out.” you cupped his bearded face in your hands because you once mentioned in passing that your mom preferred beards on men

and steve was trying his absolute hardest to impress her

he knew your family culture was very different from his which is why he only wanted to try all the harder to get your parents approval

he knew when you first brought up dating someone your parents were apprehensive already- who would even try to talk to their daughter that way?

and when you told them you had a white boyfriend-

long story short they were not happy

however you were insistent on making them give him a chance, all the emotional blackmail and crocodile tears that had your parents reluctantly giving in

and now, here you two were, sitting outside your parents home with a nervous wreck of a boyfriend by your side

you rang the doorbell and smiled giddily, and for a moment the pure excitement coming from you had steve’s worries easing away and he took a few moments to just admire you

until the door was being opened and suddenly he was sweating nervously again

“y/n, meri jaan!” your mom exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug and you giggled, equally excited to see her after an extremely extended period of time

steve smiled brightly at the scene before him, he knew how much your parents meant to you which was why he was determined to impress them

your mother pulled away from you, grabbing your face in her palms and laughing before turning her attention to the large man standing at the door with flowers in his hand

the smile melted off your mothers face and she nodded her head at him, gesturing for him to come inside

“oh these are for you ms l/n.” he extended his hand with a cheery smile, and he saw her lips twitch upwards that had him internally sighing in relief

he took a step inside and took in your home, walls framed with pictures of what he assumes are extended family and younger you

it’s quite obvious that you were your parents pride and joy which does nothing but ease steve’s nerves

speaking of, he was extremely anxious to meet your father; he wanted to gift an expensive bottle of wine or champagne but was shocked when you told him your parents didn’t drink

you turned over your shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile and he wanted nothing more than pull you into his arms and a kiss, but you told him pda was taboo and kept to a bare minimum so he’ll take what he could get

he heard you squeal when you ran up to your dad, pulling him into hug and steve was left awkwardly shifting with your mom burning holes into his skin

he went to introduce himself to your father but didn’t get a response, simply a one over before he turned back to the tv and not only did his heart fall out of his ass, but he saw yours crumble too

you tried to give him an apologetic look and he shook his head, shrugging it off mouthing “it’s okay sweetheart.”

“go sit, dinner will be ready soon.”

steve turned around, “oh can i help with anything ms. l/n?”

your mom smiled, and shook her head no and something told steve that she was much nicer than your father

“come sit.” your father beckoned and steve closed his eyes in an attempt to pull hinself together before he sat on the couch oppsite him

there was an uncomfortable silence between the two men as your father’s eyes trained to the movie playing on screen and steve was left glancing around uncomfortably, hoping to catch a glimpse of you or hear your giggles

he was endlessly grateful when you called them over to the dinner table, lined with colourful food with a delicious aroma wafting into the air that had steve’s mouth watering both in fear and excitement

“take a seat steve, i hope it’s not too spicy for you?” your mom inquired and steve shook his head,

“it’ll be okay, thank you though.” would it be okay though?

you sat down next your boyfriend and tried to make conversation over the deafening silence

your dad cut you off though when he asked your boyfriend

“why should i let someone like you be with my daughter?”

your mouth dropped open in shock as you began to tell your dad off for asking something so blunt but steve’s hand rested on your knee under the table as a gesture for you to stay calm

he cleared his throat and spoke

“i understand that i’m not who the man you envisioned your daughter being with, but i love her a lot. and i want nothing more than to keep her safe and happy. she means a lot to me and i know that our cultures are very different but i will always try my absolute hardest to learn. i would understand if you didn’t accept me or us, but i hope that you will because i want to spend the rest of my life with her. and nothing would ever change that.”

steve shifted in his seat before smiling, the golden smile that could probably light up the sky if he tried hard enough and the one that had tears brimming to your eyes after he confessed his love for you before nonchalantly continuing,

“shall we eat now? this looks delicious.”

your father didn’t show it but he knew his daughter, and trusted her choice and now that had just been reinforced tenfold

but what kind of father would he be if he didn’t act stern for at least another year?

[scentedsongrebel]

Tyohaar (Festival)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Summary: Celebrating Dussehra in Delhi with the Soldier Trio.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Hindu references, mythological stories, Mentions of Violence, minor angst, Hospitals and injuries, tell me if I miss any....

Word Count: 4290

A/N: Sorry for the delay you guys, I was having a rough few days but I finally have it out. Hope you guys like it.

This from the same universe as my stories Homecoming and Bura na Mano Holi hai but can be read as a stand alone.

Hope you guys like it and sorry for any mistake.

Pictures not mine credit to the owners.

Steve runs his right hand through his hair as he looks over at the crowd gathered around him. The constant buzz was voices hangs around in the air as people keep talking over each other and children burst firecrackers with their parents close by, keeping watch.

You stand near the ice cream stall, Bucky and Sam with their Bionic masks on their faces concealing their true identity, check over the huge menu that the ice cream vendor points at. Your figures visible through a street light under which you all stand in the dark that comes with 9pm.

When you had seen the ice cream cart making its way in your direction, you had just screeched in excitement and ran towards it hastily asking what ice creams each of them would like to have.

The cart itself was impressive with a huge refrigerator attached to wheels at the bottom for the guy manning it to propel it in whatever direction he wants. Several pictures of ice cream bar were hanging off the top of the thing attached to the huge half cylinder shaped roof over the cart and one corner of the cart had several menus hanging off  it. 

After looking at the menu once he had decided on the simple orange bar but after you had exclaimed about this kulfi thing being amazing he decided to try that.

Bucky and Sam were an entire other story. They had to make their own decision and so they had been staring at the god damned thing for the past 5 minutes not reaching any decision.

You had already started licking your kulfi bar and Steve was very close to stop waiting for his friends and just eat the thing himself.

"I really wanna go for this chocolate bar but there are like three of them. Which one do I even go for?"

"The one that you want Sam" Steve grinds his teeth together, having lost all his patience close to 3 minutes ago

"I don't know what I want that's the problem Steve" He sighs and Steve has to take a deep breath as he comes in closer to look at the menu properly

"Well you're allergic to nuts so the fruit and nut option is out"

"What if its the best one?" Bucky pipes in and you nod from beside him, the corner of your lip stained with cream from your kulfi

"It is amazing, the nuts just add perfect crunch to it" Steve closes his eyes in annoyance before opening them again and shooting a glare your way as he wipes the food off your face with a tissue that he picks up from the cart

"Damn it" Sam hits his hand against the pillar supporting the roof of the ice cream cart, winces in pain, shakes his hand, then brings it to his chest to cradle it with the other hand to relieve the pain that punching a metal cart entails

Steve shoots a very very apologetic look the appalled guys way who not so discretely pulls his cart away from the group. With his face heating up, he turns back to his friends, very dedicated to get it over with as fast as he can before he looses all his money in the huge tip he sure is given the guy.

"No ice cream is worth a run to the hospital"

"How do you know it isn't though?" you shoot him a cheeky smile and before he can stop, Steve finds his lips breaking into a curve.

"He would take the chocolate bar" Steve finally decides before there is any more argument and is relieved when Sam seems to accept his decision.

The vendor scrunches his eyebrows together before pointing at the chocolate option on the menu in question and nods his head when Steve gives his confirmation. Steve has to remind himself that not everyone in the world understands English.

"Bucky?"

"I'm gonna go with the butterscotch cornetto"

"Good"

Once the orders are placed and received and Steve has thanked and given extra tip to the vendor for his commendable patience, they head on towards the crowd.

"Its funny how you preach about Sam not eating nuts cause he's allergic but when it comes to you, you don't practice"

"I'm not allergic to anything"

"Oh but you were when you were the small punk" he grins "remember when milk products would give you horrible gas but that didn't stop you" Bucky says through a bite of his ice cream, prompting you to giggle as Steve shoots him a pointed look

"Yeah I grew up and know that's dangerous"

"Oh yeah you grew up alright" Bucky gestures at his body as Steve huffs

You stop a little away from the cluster of people that have gathered in the park and the others follow your lead.

A massive crowd of people has gathered around the park and form a circle around two enormously huge statues of three mustached guys in some kind of robes. They are standing at almost 20 feet tall, one smaller than the other. The statues are tied to the ground by long ropes that keep them erect.

When Sam had curiously asked about the material used to design the appreciable design you had google searched and informed them about how they made use of bamboo sticks to make the frame of the body after which paper and cloth is used to cover it and lastly paint to give the clothes color and add facial features.

The mustache is very important

You had told them after Bucky made a comment about it being his favorite.

"Okay so I just realized this dude in the center has additional heads? On either side" Sam wonders curiously as he looks over at the design

"Those are heads?" Bucky squints as he now watches the statue with a new perspective "Holy shit! Those are heads, I thought that was some jewelry"

Steve scrunches his eyebrows together and looks over at the statue in the middle and there it is. Tiny heads on either side of the face.

"Yeah, why does he have-" Steve points his finger at the subject in question and starts counting "9, no sorry 10. Why does he have 10 heads? And why are they so small?"

You shoot a small grin his way, looking around at the crowd gathered and take his hand in yours

"The heads are supposed to be the same size but I guess it would have messed up the balancing of the statue so they used small sized heads"

"Okay that makes sense but what are we here for" Sam crosses his arms and winces as a screaming child runs by him "And why are we not on the quinjet and half way to New York by now?"

It was a simple reckon mission to check up on the anonymous tip of a possible Hydra base in a small village in North India.

It was just gonna be the Soldier Trio but you gotten really excited when you learned they were going to your home country and decided to join them.

Seeing as it was just a reckon for an anonymous tip that was mailed to Tony and because they really didn't think it would turn out to be anything, Steve had agreed for you to join them on the condition that you stay at the hotel while they finish their job.

The simple mission did turn into a full fledged fight when the base actually did have a fully functioning Hydra facility and one of their guys in civilian clothes recognized Steve and issued a warning. It took hours to take them down with the help from the Indian Army and Thankfully, there were no civilian casualties.

Steve had stopped the rest of the Avengers from getting their as the fight was almost over by the time they got the news and there was no use for them to travel all the way across the world for nothing and so they stayed.

Following that was a stay at an Army hospital where Sam got treated for a broken nose and several severe wounds across his body while Steve and Bucky were pretty much healed completely by the time they got to the hospital.

You had been safe and sound when Steve had rushed to your hotel room in Delhi in panic only to find you watching the news in fear and trying to get in contact. After all this time with the Avengers you knew better than to leave the hotel.

After a teary reunion and you having completely examined him for injuries and kissing the hell out of him, you spent the rest of the week in the hospital, looking over Sam.

Following that was an entire week of diplomatic meetings in New Delhi, explaining to the government officials why a simple reckon turned into the destruction that it did and the presence of Hydra, their aim and all the other stuff that was out of your expertise and so you let it go.

You were the Avengers'' doctor, not an Avenger and sitting alone while the team deals with these things is something you are used to.

So seeing all this you could understand why Sam would be desperate to go home and just sleep for a whole month but when you were on the way to the airport and saw a Rawan statue on the way, there was no way you would have gotten on the plane. Especially when you googled it and realized Dussehra was today.

"We are here because its Dussehra Sam!" You exclaim, your mouth slips in a huge grin as you feel the warmth that always comes with celebrating festivals at home.

"You already said that Y/n" He grits his teeth and you make a face at him

"Its a festival. Don't you think its faith that I'm here and we're free, exactly on Dussehra?"

"I really don't"

"You should" You straighten up the kurta that you had purchased at one of the stores on the way in your festival excitement. Once who had learned you actually were home on Dussehra for the first time in 3 years, there was no stopping you from going all out and buying an Indian outfit from the first store you could find.

It was a dark green 3/4th sleeve Kurta that ran down to just below your knee. It was quiet modest the little fake buttons running down the middle from the closed collar. It was had simple golden design all through it and you had paired it with a designed palazzo that you had honestly fallen in love with. 

(I’m really bad at this description. Sorry)

Before Sam can but in with another comment you motion towards a corner of the park and lead Steve by hand, which he does not resist. You know Sam and Bucky will follow close behind.

When you reach a less crowded corner where you are a little away from the crowd and still have a view of the statues you sit down on the grass, pulling Steve's hand to pull him down with you.

"We really need to sit on the ground?" He asks, clearly knowing the answer

"Its grass Steve and I've seen you in proximity of way worse things like Alien blood and and Hydra goons" You chastise and Steve sighs

Bucky quietly sits down in front of you, patting your shoulder with his metal hand that is disguised with some advance SHEILD tech, before settling down and crossing his legs

"I love that you keep Hydra goons and Alien goo at the same level of gross"

You just shrug as Sam sighs and sits down too and Steve is left with no other option but to follow. The four of you sit around in a small circle with your legs crossed.

"Yeah so Dussehra" You rub your hands together "I did not want to have to scream for Sam in all that noise"

You refer to the loud, screaming children that were making it hard to talk at the place that you guys previously stood at.

"What do you mean for Sam?"

"We got super hearing Pal, we can hear her even if she whispers" Steve squeezes his shoulder and Sam swats his hand away, licking quickly at the corner of his ice cream that starts to melt and fall down.

"Yeah so whatever" You pull the attention back to yourself

"Today is Dussehra" You start to explain "It is the Hindu festival that signifies the victory of good over evil.

See years ago Lord Ram was the King of Ayodhya, he is one of the human birth of Lord Vishnu, one of the three major Hindu gods. And he was sent on a 14 year exile because of a promise his father made to his step mother"

"She a villain?" Sam buts in and you shake your head

"She loved him like her own son. Lord Ram had two step mothers Kaikeyi and Sumitra and his birth mother was Kausalya. He was the son of King Dasharath and he had three brothers Laxman, Bharat and Shatrugan. They were a very close knit family"

"Then why did she send him on an exile?"

"She got carried away. My mom always says that it was the part that she had to play to take Lord Ram to his destiny. He was God, he was supposed to accomplish the mission he had for this birth and Kaikeyi was an important part of that. She regretted her choice and tried to make it better but Ram declined. But that is a story for Diwali. I will tell you then."

"Okay" Steve takes your hand in his and prompts you to narrate the story further. Sam and Bucky looking at you in interest

You take long, deep breath and continue

"Yeah so during his exile, his wife Sita ji and his brother Laxman accompanied him through his journey in the forests. One day his brother had an altercation with King Rawan's sister and cut her nose"

"He what?"

"Yeah, she survived, never understood the logistics of it but she survived and returned to her brother and to avenge his sister and because he was evil he decided to kidnap Lord Ram's wife Sita who was the human birth of goddess Laxmi, the wife to lord Vishnu"

"The one Ram is the human form of?" Bucky asks trying to keep up and you nod

"Yes. So he fools Sita, making her think he was an innocent Sadhu asking for food and then abducted her and took her to Lanka and then after a 10 month long hunt and help from several people he found on the way, he finally discovers Lanka and kills Rawan."

"10 months??" Sam exclaims and you nod

"No one knew where Lanka was at the time, Lord Ram had assembled an Army of half humans and half monkeys who helped him in search"

"Half monkeys" A hint of a smile takes over Bucky;s face but you just nod

"Its so interesting because I was talking to my father once and we figured that the descriptions of the Half monkeys or the vanar sena matches that of the primitive man so my father had said that it could mean that was the time we were transitioning from that form to this form and thus there were both forms existing simultaneously"

"Wow. But that is not part of the story?"

"Its not clearly stated but my father and I really did wonder about it a lot and it makes sense."

"Okay?" Bucky nods his head, furrowing his eyebrows together in understanding

"And Lanka meaning Sri Lanka?" Steve asks and you nod

"Yes, he was the King of Lanka, present day Sri Lanka and that may also be the reason it took them so long to find Lanka, it was an island in the south. They did not know anything about it"

"Wow. Okay I think I get it a little bit" Sam nods his head "So one of those dude is Rawan?" You nod "and the others?"

"The middle one is Rawan, the other two are his brother Kumbhkaran and his son Meghnath, they were one of the key helpers of Rawan but that is a story for another time"

The collective nods of all three of their head tells you that their minds have exhausted their capacity and you giggle at the thought and look back at the people that have started to prepare for the ceremony, if you can call it that

"They are gonna burn the statues one by one, the last one being Rawan. This ceremony signifies, Lord Ram's victory of good over evil"

"And the 10 heads?"

"Rawan had 10 heads, it was part of a blessing he had earned from Lord Shiva after years of hard worshiping. When Ram tried to kill Rawan, he tried to shoot arrows at his head but they would just re-emerge until Rawan's other brother, Vibhishan who had decided to support good and had thus betrayed his brother told Lord Ram to aim at his stomach."

"And he died?"

"Yes" you grin "Tale as old as time. Victory of good over evil"

Sam sits up straight from where he was completely crouched, a little stick in his hand, now that he had eaten all the ice cream from it.

"Well okay, nice story" he runs his tongue across his lips and looks up at the big statues and the now busy crowd "When are they gonna- you know?" he wiggles his fingers trying to imitate the gracious dance of the fire

By the time you had finished your story, a the crowd had doubled. From the corner of your eye, you could see the people that were preparing to roll up a newspaper

"You see them" You point at the group of men and three pairs of eyes follow your motion "Those people over there with the rolled up paper? They are gonna light fire on the paper and then place in on the statues that have been filled with inflammables"

"Oh okay"

You guys sit in silence for a while as the announcement that the function is starting is made, from your position in the far end, it is very easy to have a perfect glimpse of the festivities and so you four sit there with Sam and Bucky who were previously facing you have turned their backs on you as they face the other side.

You sit besides Steve, your shoulders touching and your hand in his but still maintaining a respectful distance as is appreciated in this place.

"After everything that the trip brought" Steve whispers in your ear, not taking his eyes off the man that starts to light up the statue of Meghnath, it takes a while before the flame catches up and the statue quickly starts to catch fire and everyone starts moving farther away "I'm glad you could have this"

He squeezes your hand lightly and you turn to look his way

"Thankyou for letting me tag along with you guys"

"I'm always glad to have you around doll" A small curve takes his lips as people scream in joy when the statue starts to completely burn and they start to light up the Kumbhkaran statue "Though I would prefer trips where I'm not worried about Hydra getting to you"

You bite your lower lip as the loud sound of crackers that had been tied inside the statue start to burst

"God its been so long since things have been so loud around me. God I missed it"

Steve throws his head back and laughs before shaking his head

"We can have our house as loud as you want"

You laugh at that

"Yeah, no I think the sound pollution is only good when given in small doses"

"We have have whatever you want in our home"

“okay...?” you shoot him a skeptical look as he grins 

"Why are you not getting it?" he asks 

A loud cheer comes from in front of you as they start to finally light up Rawan

"Getting what?"

"I'm asking you something"

"There was no question Steven" You are now extremely confused

"Well fine" He huffs and looks around to make sure no one is looking and takes both your hands in his as he takes your attention to him "I'm trying to talk about building our life together"

"We already live together"

"Yeah and that's the best thing that ever happened to me"

You smile

"Okay...?"

The loud noise of crackers booms from the front as people scream in excitement

"Y/n, my love" he starts, staring deep into your eyes "When I was pulled out of that frozen state and been told that I slept for almost 70 years and everyone and everything I knew was gone, I never thought I would have a reason"

He stops to take a deep breath and you feel your heart quicken in its speed

"A reason to want to stay you know? I went through the motions, did what was considered right for the world, fought the fight that needed to be fought but I was just going through the motions. Doing what I thought I needed to do. Doing what may very well be the reason I woke up now right? Because everything happens for a reason right?

And I thought my reason was this. To discover Hydra' presence in SHEILD, fight off freaking Aliens and every Avenger thing that I did and still do. It was all I had except for my friends but even that felt hallow like they were only my co-workers even after I found Bucky, there was something missing. It wasn't until I met you that I started loving life. I have never done that. Even in the forties, I had hated myself, dreaded the next day and that is what I was doing now but Y/n my love, you slammed your way into my life and unknowingly broke down every single wall that I had built. And I love you for that and for the amazing, brilliant, smart, beautiful, kind, lovely person that you are and so so much more my love-"

"Steve" You whisper, tears freely falling down your eyes and even through the explosion of voices around you, you know he hears your whispers just like every other voice around you is muted except for his

"Y/n" he whispers back and you barely make it out on the shape of his lips

"Y/n I have been waiting for the right moment since forever ago and I even went the traditional route and got your mothers' permission and since then I've been waiting and waiting but I just couldn’t find the right moment"

"Steve"

"Right now, in this exact moment, this exact second of time, I think I realize that every moment I have with you is perfect. There is no the perfect moment because everyone I have with you is perfect"

"Steve"

"So Y/n L/n, would you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the happiest man on earth?"

"I- Steve"

A second of stutter in your voice and Steve feels his heart stop. What the hell did he do. You didn’t want this. You were not ready. He should not have done this here. He should not have spoiled this day for you. He should have waited. He should have the ring.

"I'm sorry but the ring is this secret safe in the house and I never thought it would happen like this but I promise to give it to you the moment we land in New York if you say yes that is and its okay if you don’t” He starts blabbering, his fear taking over his tongue “Its okay if you say no. I can live with that. Its fine. No hard feelings. I-”

“Shut up” you scream and he goes silent before looking around, noticing how people move away from the smoke coming off the burning statues and get closer to where the four of you sit

“I would have kissed you right now but I don’t think that would be appropriate in this setting” You tease pointing at the group of kids that are starting at the group of you suspiciously and Steve checks his mask just to make sure its still working

“Are you?”

“Saying yes?” you bite your lip “Maybe? I don’t know. Give me the ring and maybe you’ll get an answer.”

You push yourself up from the ground, patting his shoulder one last time, saying something about checking where you guys could have dinner around here, leaving him dumb founded and confused.

“You know she said yes right?” Bucky asks as he stands up too, offering a hand to Steve to help him stand. He then offers his hand to Sam who takes it but falls on his butt when Bucky pulls him up and then leaves his hand promptly.

“She did?” Steve asks still confused.

“You were the one who said you loved her horrible jokes man” Sam says, massaging his back to relieve some pain he had gotten after his fall, punching Bucky on the shoulder which has zero effect on the super soldier and then he is following after you

“Come on Punk, I was promised food” Bucky follows right behind Sam, leaving behind a very confused Steve with a group of kids that have closed in on him

Before he can understand what is happening, one of the kids blocks his way

“Are you Captain America?”

And now Steve really is speechless.

---- THE END ----

Sorry if this felt like a rushed ending but my brain had stopped working. 

@fangirl-swagg​ Thankyou for encouraging me to just write it. I would have quit half way through if it wasn’t for your enthusiasm.

[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.”

@madscape @joelsflannel @moonstruckbirdie @nana1000night

[ktficworld]

May The Best Man Win

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f! Reader

Bruce Wayne x f! Reader

Summary: They say that the queen is the most powerful piece in chess, but what if there are two kings, fighting for the queen?

A/n: On the prosperous occasion of my birthday, here is my self-indulgent treat to you... Idk who's gonna read this but if you do and reblog it, just know I love you❤

Also a huge thanks to @urlocalavenderhazestan for helping me when I was stuck.

Warning: little make out in the beginning, grey! Bruce and Steve, confident! Battinson(it's a warning trust me!), open ending (choose your bae 😘)

And yes! It's an au so no superheroes here.

Music:

You let out a huff of frustration as you tried, for the umpteenth time to try to zip up your dress but failed again, as it was stuck.

You needed to go to the gala for fuck sake and he was waiting for you, ever the patient man and would never mind being late but you didn't like even being fashionably late. You were wearing a black silk dress, with heart neckline, it was off the shoulder, enhancing your features.

You let out a groan of exasperation and was about to break the fucking zip, but then a big hand engulfed yours. You head whipped forward to the mirror and your lips parted in admiration as you gazed at him, the black suit clinging to his body, highlighting his swoon worthy muscles, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Under his domineering presence, the stubborn zipper had no choice but to comply as he slowly, painstakingly zipped up your dress, not breaking eye contact for once.

After he finished the job, his long fingers grazed your collarbone and then he attached his lips on your neck. You screwed your eyes shut as his soft but cold lips pressed against your warm skin.

However, he did not stop there. His lips slowly travelled up to your cheeks and then stopped at your lips as he sucked you into a searing kiss.

You moaned in the kiss and your hand snaked around his neck and dived into his smooth and thick locks. He was dominant as he entered in your mouth and kissed you with an intensity that made your body tingle and your mind become hazy.

But since reality is a bitch and you were already going to be late. You begrudgingly parted from his lips, making him growl in warning, he tried to kiss you again but you promptly covered his mouth with your hand.

"We'll be late, Steve. " You whispered as you gazed into his cerulean eyes.

He sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around your waist and said in his deep voice. "When you look this ravishing, how can you expect me to focus on anything else? " He lightly bit your earlobes and you shot him a glare.

You turned around in his embrace and said. "I'll change into sweats then. "

He made a face, making you burst into a fit of giggles. "We need to go now Steve, you can have me later. "

He huffed in defeat and finally agreed. "Okay let's go. "

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The venue, it was eloquent and enormous, vintage chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, the architecture was inspired by roman empire. Soft music filtering in your ears and making you sigh in delight.

You rested your head into Steve's muscular chest, one draped over his shoulder and his around your waist as you both swayed to the music. Steve was not much of a dancer but you were always content in his arms.

Leaning down he whispered in you ear. "Am I improving? "

You chuckled quietly and replied. "No, not really."

"Hey, you are supposed to console me, not give me the truth. " Steve said in a hushed tone. His voice was offended but you knew he was kidding.

You looked with soft eyes and shook your head. "I like how safe I feel in your arms, even if you can't dance. " You whispered and threw a jab in the end.

"Thanks sweetheart. " He said half jokingly, half sincerely. He pecked your forehead sweetly and spun you around, your back hitting his chest.

You let out a gasp of surprise but then slowly melted into him as he peppered kisses on your neck and face. Your body heated up as your mind wandered South, imagining the night ahead.

However, your mind came to a screeching halt and you pinched your brows  together in unsettledness. Someone was staring at you. It was nothing new, the side-eye glare of envy from women and the desire dancing in the eyes of men. You were accustomed to it all. After all, dating someone like Steve comes with side-effects, and that was okay.

But, this. This was like someone was scrutinizing your every move, not due to envy but something else. Like they were trying to get to your soul. The gaze was so intense, you felt like you would burn under it. Your heart thumped in your chest, and you didn’t know if it was because of fear or interest. Because it felt both dangerous and inviting, like a devil corrupting an innocent soul. Bad but tempting.

You shifted in Steve's hold, the heated gaze burning a hole in your being. Turning your head slightly, you looked around the hall, searching for the stare. Some eyes were exploring you, but you drowned them out. Because they were nothing compared to that one scorching stare. However, you came out empty handed as you could not locate a suspect.

“Honey?” Steve’s deep voice broke through your trance and you snapped your head to look at him.

You mustered up a smile, even though you were still a little bothered. “Huh? Yes?" You asked Steve, trying your best not to sound distracted.

"I'm starving, let's go eat, no? " Steve asked softly and who were you to refuse him. Plus, you would finally be able to escape that stare.

“Yeah, you are right, let’s go now.” You said, he smiled and then let you away all that while you were still feeling the stare.

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The room was dark, only Illuminating the stage above as the Chinese dancers elegantly twirled on the stage, their traditional dresses flowing like water, dressed in soft hues of various colors they swayed to the rhythm of the folk instruments. The humming of flute was pleasant and the violin was like a cold breeze on a blazing summer day.

You waited patiently for Steve’s arrival. After eating you both bumped into Thor and as always, he had to chat with Thor for obvious reasons, but you feet throbbed from the torture bespoked by your heels and so Steve let you leave for the auditorium.

And so here you were sitting in the front row with two vacant seats on your left and right respectively, enjoying the performance of the dancers. Tony was really good at throwing parties. But you would have enjoyed it even more with your head leaning on Steve’s shoulders, enveloped in his embrace.

You sighed wishfully. Sometimes you wished he wasn’t so busy. You were lost in your musing when all of a sudden the seat at your left dipped. You smiled to yourself and whirled to your left with extreme giddiness.

“You are finally he...” You trailed off when your eyes eventually landed on the person. It wasn’t Steve.

The eyes were a familiar blue matching with his blue suit, but the hair was black and long not blonde and thick, a few strands falling over his forehead. The face was sharper and more elongated rather than square.

Instead of the calm and domineering aura emitted by Steve, an alluring and mysterious ambience draped over you as man the bedside you smirked down at you with enticement glinting in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Wayne. " You murmured after composing yourself. You gave him a sweet smile. Steve had told you before that they were business partners, so you did not want to offend him.

The smirk on Bruce's face only broaden as he shank further in his seat. "Waiting for someone, Mrs. Rogers? " His low and throaty voice sent shivers down your spine and swallowed, hard.

Clearing your throat you said. "Umm, for Steve, he's busy with Thor Odinson, " Then you paused as your mind processed the name by which he addressed you. "And no, I'm not Mrs. Rogers"

His glance become a stare and you instantly recognized it. It was him. You did not have the chance to mull over it further as Bruce asked. "So he hasn't married you yet? "

You sake your head in denial.

"And you're waiting for him? "

You nodded your head in confirmation at that.

Bruce tutted and shook his head in disbelief. "What a shame! " He lamented. He then turned towards you so that you could see his entire face.

He leaned closer to you, his musky cologne highjacking your senses and making you dizzy, all the while never breaking eye-contact he spoke. "He should have never left you alone, " He inched forward and you backwards. "Here on your own, "

You gasped lightly when your head hit the back of your chair, his face mere an inch away from your face. You should stop him. Push him away but you were paralyzed by his hypnotic eyes as he whispered. "For someone else to take you home. "

"Whose taking who home? " The deep voice of Steve made you flinch in your seat as your head snapped to look at him. Thankfully, you turned away before you jerked as the side of your head bumped into Bruce's face. If you would have been facing him then... You don't wanna think about that.

Your heart was racing as you looked at Steve's narrowed eyes, furrowed brows and his jaw clenched in a painful hold. His eyes were glaring fire at Bruce but he remained calm as he slowly leaned back.

"Steve you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for so long! " You called out to him and whatever trance he was in, your words pulled him out of it as his features softened and he sat beside you.

"I'm sorry darling, Thor just wouldn't shut up about his new project. " Steve said and sighed exasperatedly. He then grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you with hunger.

After you pulled away, heaving. You immediately wrapped a hand around his muscular arm and shook your head. "It's alright. " You said and Steve smiled at you with affection before he enveloped his hand around your waist.

“Oh! Hello Steve.” Bruce’s smooth voice cut through your moment. You glanced towards Steve whose face darkened but a balanced smile stayed on his lips.

“Hello Bruce! How are you doing?” Steve asked and even though it was said through a smile, you could hear the accusation in his voice.

But Bruce was unbothered as the devilish smirk never left his lips. “Keeping your girlfriend company, since you were so busy mingling around.” He replied coolly. 

Now that both Steve and Bruce were present, the difference and similarities were so evident. Both had blue eyes, but Steve’s were a deeper shade of blue, while they were both big, Steve was broader and Bruce was taller. Both had sharp features but they were also really different.

Steve looked strong, but he had a boyish charm, with that lopsided grin and those doe eyes, he looked like an angel. But Bruce, there was nothing boyish about Bruce, he was regal, with a jaw that could cut diamonds and eyes like eagle, sharp and intense.

Steve’s hand went rigid underneath your grip and you turned to look at him. His jaw was clenched again and his orbs were ablaze. You were scared after looking at him so you tightened your hold around his arm. Steve glanced at you and took a few calming breaths.

“You know it’s important Wayne.” Steve said through gritted teethes.

Bruce hummed. “You are right, but I would caution you against leaving her alone like that.” Bruce drawled out and you screwed your eyes shut as the tension became unbearable.

Steve humored with. “And may I ask why?” He said with a sneer.

Bruce shifted and then his knee was brushing your thigh. You exhaled a shaky breath and ignored the two sets of eyes boring into your spirit. Instead you glued your eyes onto the stage.

“What if someone stole her away?” Bruce mused.

Steve scoffed loudly and said in mockery. “What? Is she a porcelain doll?” 

“Well no,” Bruce disagreed. “But isn’t she precious?” Bruce’s breath ghosted over your neck, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “And people like precious things.” The last sentence was almost a whisper, as if it was directed to you, not Steve and maybe, it was.

Steve’s grip tightened around your waist and before he could reply to Bruce, the hall erupted into an applause. You gaped but begin clapping nonetheless. It was over already? 

People were filing out of the auditorium so you looked at Steve and with a nod you both stood up to go back home.

You almost collided with Bruce’s chest as he stood as well but Steve caught you in time. Bruce looked over at Steve, his smirk was now replaced with a smile as he asked. “Been long since we hung out Rogers. Do you mind if I join?” 

You did not see Steve as you were too fidgety, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. But you did however heard his response. “Sure, let me drop off my girlfriend to her home first.”

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Bruce swirled the Amber-colored liquid as it danced in the crystal glass. The room was dark like ink as they sat around a large slick table. It was silent except the shuffling of cards reverberating throughout the space. He tasted the bitterness of the alcohol as it burned down his throat. The surroundings smelled like cleaning supplies mixed with their cologne and something very mild, very feminine.

Guess she also did live here, huh? The slapping of cards made him put down his glass with a thud and glance towards Steve.

"I won. " Steve declared with a smug smile as he folded his arms over the table.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, glancing between his and Steve's cards, Bruce concluded that Steve did in fact win. "Looks like you got lucky. " He said nonchalantly and picked up the queen card.

Steve let out a snort and shook his head. " Lucky my ass, you know what? This is too boring without any consequence, let's make it real. " Steve suggested.

Bruce stopped rolling the card between his fingers and looked at Steve with a questioning expression. "How? " He lowly voiced his opinion.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and said. "If I win you give me half of Wayne enterprise. "

Bruce gawked at Steve when those words left his mouth. His relationship with Steve was more like frenemies then enemies or friends, so he wasn't surprised when Steve pulled this stunt. He was surprised however, that he did not ask for his entire company.

He huffed out a chuckle. "Are you not confident in your business, Rogers? " Bruce mocked as he observed Steve.

Uncharacteristically Steve did not lash out or do that intimidating stare, he just smirked and said. "Tsk, tsk Wayne, what's the fun in that? That's too difficult and you know that. " He grinned sardonically.

Bruce smirked and leaned his hands on the table. "Don't you think you are taking yourself too seriously? I'm called a genius for a reason. "

Now Steve laughed, he full-on cackled while clutching his chest and almost falling down of his chair. "Says the man who lost three times consequently! " Steve said after his laughter died down.

Bruce's smirk widened and he leisurely leaned back in his chair. "Poker is a game of luck as much as it's of skill. But anyways, since you have asked for your price, it's my turn now. "

"Go ahead. " Steve encouraged with a nod of his head.

Bruce drummed his fingers on the table as he feigned contemplation. The rhythm echoing in the silent place, after awhile he stopped and glanced at Steve, with a smooth and steady voice he began. "If you win, you get half of my company, but if I win, " He paused and stared into Steve's eyes, his voice decreasing into a whisper. "I get your girl. "

Before Bruce could even blink, he was pinned against the nearest wall with hard a push. Steve held his collars in choking grip, his brows were drawn together and his eyes were ablaze. He looked ready to kill him.

"I knew you were on to something since I met you at the auditorium! But this is beyond daring." Steve spat, pressing Bruce harder into the wall.

Bruce winced a little at the impact but in one swift motion, he yanked Steve's hands from his neck and clutched them tight in his hold. "Now, now, now. Don't be a hypocrite Rogers. " Bruce called Steve out as he tutted in mockery.

Steve tried to free his hands but Bruce shoved him back, effectively making Steve hit the table with a bang. He lazily fixed his collars. "I also sensed you were up to something Rogers. But I let you voice it, didn't I? Now, it's my turn. " Bruce said with nonchalance as he shrugged his shoulder.

"You know Rogers, I have heard many rumors in my life and most of them were false, but the rumors about your girlfriend? "

He stopped speaking and took a step closer to Steve, he clenched his and his hands twitched but he did not lunge at Bruce this time. "Oh! They are all true, so true, " He drawled and stared at Steve, his signature smirk tugging on his lips. "She is a sight for sore eyes. " He whispered wistfully in the end.

"She is her own person not my property! I can't bet her like that! " Steve hissed in anger.

"I know she's a person and at the end of the day it's her decision, " Bruce said slowly and sat down on an adjacent chair. "But if she doesn't agree to it, you could always give me SSJ industries. " He finished and waited for his trick to work.

And it did. Steve fell silent behind him, it was like he was alone in this room. Then he came in his peripheral, walked up to the chair his shoes thumping on the marble floor and sat opposite to Bruce and glared at him with determination.

Bruce smiled in satisfaction and offered his hand to Steve. "May the best man win. " He announced.

Steve stared at his hand and then shook it. "May the best man win. " He whispered darkly and the game began.

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Sooo... Who won? 😏

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[themotherofblood]

fucking finally you stopped writing about those faggots

If you mean Steve and Bucky. Then screw you. At least have the balls to say this from your actual account. Stucky will always be in my heart.

[bluemusickid]

A Love So True

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none so far, fluff, meet-cute (eventual smut, angst, fluff, 18+ in later chapters)

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The leaves crunched under your heels, the chill in air making you shiver a tad. It was a gloomy day, with little light and little brightness. The walk reminded you of the numerous times you'd walked to school, taken the same road, walked along the same path, seen the same trees, albeit with newer leaves.

Yet, there was something missing. And you knew what it was, but you couldn't pinpoint it.

The accident. That day, that cursed day, which had changed everything, which was responsible for this feeling. You don't remember anything before that, it's all a haze. All you remember is waking up in a hospital bed, your mother's tearful gaze settling upon you.

Your parents had never said a word. They loved you, nurtured you, kept you safe and sound. And yet, they never filled in the blanks, walking on eggshells in every conversation you'd have. But there was something just nagging at you, day in and day out. It was like an itch, but you couldn't scratch it. A melody on the tip of your tongue, which you couldn't name. And that was your life now.

You walked into the café, grateful for the warmth and the aroma of coffee beans engulfing you. You placed your order at the counter, texting your brother in the meantime.

You took your place in the cozy armchair, opening up your laptop. You'd sent out resumés months ago, but in vain. All good things take time, right? Atleast you hoped so. There was only so much you could do to distract yourself; to keep yourself from overthinking and trying to make yourself remember. Bad as it may sound, you kind of didn't want to remember anymore. It was exhausting, terrifying and draining. You hated the phrase but maybe ignorance was bliss.

With that thought, you got back to the task at hand, feeling around for your charger, but couldn't find it. That was weird. You never left home without it.

"Excuse me? Are you looking for your charger?" A voice asked.

You looked up, and boy were you thankful you'd dropped it. Deep blue eyes, long lashes and pink full lips, a smile adorning them. It hit you like a ton of bricks.

"Oh..thanks.." you mumbled, aware that you were staring but it was involuntary at this point. It wasn't just his looks. Something felt familiar about him, like you'd met him somewhere before, but you couldn't place him.

"May I...sit here? There aren't any good spots left and I don't really like sitting alone." He said, rubbing his neck, awkwardly.

"Ahh..sure."

He took a seat, carefully keeping his coffee cup down. Pulling out his laptop, he set it down before speaking again.

"Thanks, I hope you don't mind. It's just that sitting alone just seems so awkward. People give you these judgy looks and I get kinda weirded out by that."

"Oh, I totally get that. You're welcome to stay." You smiled. He extended his hand, after a beat.

"Chris." You shook his hand, giving him your name. His hand was warm, electric jolts running through your body as he grasped your hand. What was happening? Why did a sense of deja vu just hit you? Had you met him before?

"Is there...something on my face?" He grinned.

"Huh? Oh no...sorry, I..I didn't mean to stare. It's just that I felt like I've seen you or met you...somewhere. Do you come here often?"

"Uhhh first time actually. It's funny, I pass by this place so many friggin' times, but never really had the chance to come in. The day I do, I meet a pretty lady, so I guess it was all for a reason." He said, a slight grin adorning his lips.

You smiled at that. So he was a charmer. And a good-looking guy. Huh.

"How many times has that line worked?" You asked, mischievously. He was too good to be true, he had to get flustered by that.

"If it works on you, the number will be one. And by the end of this conversation, I hope I'll get a different number...perhaps...from you." He trailed off, giving the shyest smiled you'd ever seen.

Your eyes widened at that. Jesus Christ, he really was smooth. Buckle up, you thought to yourself, taking a sip from your cup. This was a ride worth taking.

It was probably 6, 6:30, 7ish by the time you'd wrapped up and started leaving the café. Time stood still with him, you noticed. He didn't seem like the type of guy you'd even pursue, let alone have a date with. But you were glad enough to admit that your judgement was hasty and wrong. He was different. Smart, funny, shy, handsome, dreamy. Did you have a crush on him already? After a few hours? That was sooo..not possible....Was it?

You'd talked about so many things, some of which would have made no sense to a third person. He was charmingly witty, his jokes keeping you in splits. He asked you about your job, where you were from, why you chose your major. He listened attentively, hanging on every word you said, as if committing it to his memory.

And his eyes. They were blue with hints of green, which sparkled every time he talked to you. Those eyes beckoned to you, called to you. You could happily drown in those eyes and it would be worth it. But there was a hint of familiarity in them; like he knew you. Like you knew him. They shone with an intensity you'd never seen before; certainly not from a stranger.

You walked home, your head in the clouds, a slight skip in your step. It had been an okay day, but he'd made it a good day. Wasn't it weird, how one person, one incident, could literally change your entire day?

You knew you'd be dreaming about him at night. And his eyes. And his smile. And his hair. And him.

Kicking your boots off, you chirped, "I'm home!!!", knowing for a fact that your mom would definitely notice the change in your mood and ask you a million questions. You didn't know if you would tell her just yet, but maybe after a few dates.

Dates, as in plural. How did that happen, you ask? Well, he must be a goddamn psychic, because what he said did end up happening. You gave him your number, with the promise of him calling or texting hanging in the air.

That night, you drifted off and indeed dreamt about him, whisking you off on a white horse, like a Prince, his blue eyes haunting your dreams.

Chris stood before the window, watching the city lights and silhouttes light up the night sky. It had been a few hours since he came back home, dropping the keys on the table, as he trudged inside. He felt drained, both physically and emotionally. Seeing you had lit him up from inside. Talking to you...oh God, it had to be the best thing ever. He felt like he would burst, seeing your eyes on him as he talked. It didn't feel weird, it felt natural. It felt normal.It felt like nothing had ever changed.

But it had. And it killed him. Every moment, every second of every day he spent away from you, killed him slowly, minute by minute. He couldn't believe it. He was mourning the loss of somebody who was still alive.

A whine caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Dodger, bringing him his pet lion. Chris smiled through the sheen of tears that had formed. Sitting down, he adjusted Dodger on his lap, stroking his fur gently.

"Hey buddy. I saw your mommy today. She still looks as pretty as she did when you last saw her. I know you miss her a lot, I do too. Bet she'd remember you, bud-" he stopped, his voice cracking as he choked up. No, no. He musn't cry. He couldn't cry. Showing even a hint of weakness would break his resolve. He knew it would be tough, but he had to fight for you.

You never really know what you have until you lose it, he realised, tears flowing freely. He hugged Dodger, holding onto him with all his might, afraid that he too, might leave if he let go of him.

He wouldn't lose you, he couldn't lose you. He would die if he did.

Chris felt a touch on his head, the feel of a hand stroking his hair. For a split second, he wished, hoped, prayed it was you. But it was just Lisa.

Pulling him up, she made him sit on the sofa, as he hugged her and cried, the tears wracking his entire body. She held him, keeping her tears at bay. She hated seeing him like this, and it killed her to see her baby like this. She felt helpless, and rightly so. Mothers can make everything right in the world, but this was one thing she couldn't remedy. So she let him cry.

"You met her today, didn't you?" He nodded, wiping his nose on his shirt.

"Did she recognize you at all?"

"No...she said she thought she saw me somewhere...but that was it." He murmured. He felt weary, his soul heavier than his body weight.

"I miss her, ma." he croaked, his tears starting afresh.

"Don't do this to yourself Chris. You're only gonna end up getting hurt. Tell her the truth."

"You saw what happened in the hospital, ma. She didn't remember me, not even a bit. Telling her might overwhelm her, and I don't want that. If she can't remember me, I'll make her fall in love with me again. Even if it takes me decades, I will. Because she is my wife, my soulmate, and the only person I want to grow old with. I will move Heaven and Earth to bring her back to me."

Lisa simply nodded. She understood. She loved you like a daughter too. This loss was a big blow to the whole family, not only Chris.

That night, as she watched Chris sleep, she made up her mind. She would help her son in whatever means necessary, to bring you back. To bring his happiness back. To make this family whole again.

And no, I've not watched The Notebook, ever (yea sue me lolol). But I read a real life story about a woman who lost her memory and her husband wooed her back afterwards and I was like, ugh.😭

I hope y'all liked it, tried to do something different.🥺😅 Feedback is welcome. Likes are good, reblogs are appreciated!

-love, Lexi.💓

[sebsbrokentoe]

Bratty Behaviour

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summary: You should’ve known that talking back was going to get you in trouble, but Steve had more tricks up his sleeve. 

Pairing: Bodyguard Steve x Female Reader

warnings: edging, slight degradation (slut), use of blindfolds, pussy slapping, fluff at the end. (I'm horrible at warnings)

word count: 1.1k

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You fucked up. You knew that much. Seeing Steve so calm was a definite warning. You’ve been a brat all day, most of it on purpose. It was fun, for the most part, seeing his jaw clench every time you talked back to him. You were almost taunting him, pushing his buttons as much as you could. Usually, at this point, he’d get straight to the point. No matter where you were, he’d punish you. That was part of the thrill, seeing him react when you didn’t want to listen to him. 

But now, he was calm, too calm. He had that little smile on his face that meant you were in deep shit. As much as you were scared of the outcome of your little scheme, you knew your underwear was soaked through. That little part of you was excited, but you should’ve known better than that. He wasn’t going to make this easy for you. 

He walked up to you, with an expression you couldn’t quite figure out, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I’d like to see what else you could do with that smart mouth of yours because, by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be talking.”

You let out another groan of frustration when you were edged on once more. Steve wasn’t joking when he said he was going to prolong your punishment. You’ve almost cummed about 5 times now and he wasn’t anywhere near done. You didn’t fully comprehend how this was going to turn out. You thought that he’d just fuck you, overstimulate you, use you as a hole just for his cock. But this wasn’t what you expected, him dragging out your punishment this far. 

“Have anything to say now? You’ve been running that mouth all day and suddenly you’re quiet. Such a little slut for me huh?” 

This time you didn’t have anything to say back at him. All you wanted needed was to cum. You knew that wasn’t going to happen soon. When Steve got in this zone, you knew he wasn’t going to stop until you learnt your lesson. And by god, you were already regretting teasing him all day. It was fun at the moment but the frustration that you felt by not being able to cum was not getting too much. 

“Steve please, I need to cum, please” You were going to do anything at this point, and you weren’t past the point of begging. “Aw is my poor baby already begging? What happened to your smart mouth huh?” You couldn’t see anything with the blindfold on but you knew he was smiling. He always loved when you begged for him, he loved when you could think of nothing else but him.

He moved his hands up and down your thighs, deliberately not touching you where you needed it, loving the way you were squirming for him. Your fingers were gripping the sheets, a substitute for touching him. That was another part of your punishment that you hated, not being able to touch him. Adding the frustration of being able to cum, you were on the verge of tears, which just added to Steve’s amusement. 

“Steve please, just touch me please” You knew at this point he saw the tears falling down your face and maybe he would take pity on you. You just had to play your cards right. “Daddy please touch me, I need to cum” He paused his movements and for a moment you thought it was going to work, but you only heard his chuckle. 

“Oh baby, you’re that desperate aren’t you? You want daddy to help you?” You gasped finally feeling his fingers inching closer to where you needed it. You then felt a firm slap against your pussy, causing you to arch off the bed moaning loudly at the slight pain, turning into pleasure. 

Without a warning, he pushed two fingers into you and at the same time used his tongue on you, finally giving you what you wanted. It seemed as if Steve was enjoying this as much you were, his humming adding vibrations, making you moan loudly at the sensations. 

And before you knew what was happening, he stopped again, a groan coming out of you at the loss of his fingers and mouth. “Steve, baby please-” You couldn’t see what he was doing now but you could hear him shuffling around. 

“I know baby, you’re okay, daddy’s gonna take care of you now”. Without a warning, he took off your blindfold, your eyes stinging for a bit, adjusting to the bright light. You blinked your tears away, now being able to look at Steve and my god, you never wanted to wear that blindfold again. He was kneeling in front of you, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other running up and down your thigh. Right now you wished you could touch him, but you knew better. 

Now that you could see him, you were more at ease. As much you loved when the two of you did something different in the bedroom but nothing felt as good as being able to see him or touch him. 

You seemed to be lost with your wandering eyes because you didn’t realise what Steve was doing. He was above you, his face near yours, lips barely touching, the tip of cock teasing your entrance. Tears filled your eyes once again just as you felt the pressure of his cock entering you. He covered your moans with his mouth, kissing you to ease any discomfort.  Even after all these times, the first thrust always managed to leave you breathless. 

It didn’t take long before you needed more, Steve not moving at first, not wanting to move to hurt you. You clawed at his back, accidentally leaving marks, as he started to pull out but swiftly moved back in, seeming to move deeper each time. 

It didn’t take for you to finally cum, his fingers reaching down to play with your clit, trying to hold back his own release. Your moans echoed through the room, your eyes shut at the pleasure flowing through you. Steve chased his own orgasm, not wanting to keep himself back any longer. 

You didn’t realise when he pulled out, feeling a bit dozy after everything. He came back and cleaned you up, trying to make you as comfortable as possible before falling asleep. By the time he came back to bed, you were already half-asleep, Steve pulling you towards him, knowing that you needed close comfort and reassurance. 

“You did so well for me baby, I’m so proud of you” Small kisses were felt across your forehead and temple, as Steve repeated sweet assurances, causing you to eventually fall asleep not before hearing his voice once more. “I love you so much sweetheart, I hope you know you mean the world to me.”

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Sam Wilson ask (cus now I'm obsessed with this man ugh): Sam meets the Desi!reader in a Washington DC Walmart store and they hit it off as friends and then he runs into her at Washington memorial hospital because well she's a doc there and he's kinda hurt (this is a CA:TWS times mind ya). Steve's there too so, yk add him in as the smug smirking bastard™ who's happy that his friend scored a date.

(highly specific but pleaseeeee)

Ooohhhh this sounds fun! I hope you like it!

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Horns// Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader

Summary: who knew a childhood superstition would gain you the best person you'd ever met?

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"Damn it! Yeh hi sab kar tu, Walmart ke beech mein khud ka tamasha bana rakha hai, paglait!"

Under your self-deprecating monologue, you failed to notice a pair of hands helping you restock the goods that your clumsiness had landed to the ground.

And it was that same clumsiness that made you and this stranger bump heads- hard.

"Ow!" you remark, "I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz." Your voice softens as you look up at him, his kind brown eyes were so comforting.

The man asks, "It's all good, you okay?"

Are you okay? He has the audacity to be built like a God and ask you, a mere mortal, if you're okay.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good."

You're sure you look like a weirdo, staring at a stranger with your mouth open.

"That's good, you need any other help?"

"Um, this might be weird but can we bump heads again?"

He narrows his eyes at you, "Why?"

"I'm superstitious like that, blame my grandma."

"What's the superstition?" He asks with an amused smile.

How do you explain that your grandma told you that if you bump heads with someone, you have to do it again so you guys don't grow horns? And that you do not want to risk that? Horns would not be a good look on you. The man in front of you might be able to pull it off though.

"Thatyou'llotherwisegrowhorns."

He chuckles, "Slower please?"

"That you'll otherwise grow horns. I will, too. Don't look at me like that, blame my grandma!"

He looks at you with a glint in his eyes before doubling over with laughter.

"Stop laughing at me," You try to say sternly, "stop!"

That fake firmness doesn't last. You end up laughing with him. He had one of those contagious smiles and you just couldn't help it.

"Whew, I'm sorry, but horns?"

"I know! Like I said, blame my grandma. Can we though?"

He tilts his head, as if in thought, "I don't bump heads voluntarily with people I don't know."

"Well, tell me your name and then we'll know each other!"

He smiles, "Sam. Sam Wilson."

You give him your name in return. Every woman in the world was probably wincing at you trusting a man you just met in a Walmart aisle but he just had that air about him, the kind that makes you feel safe. This time you knew it wasn't just an act.

"So what? We just bump heads now?"

Your emphatic nod affirms him and he brings his forehead closer to yours and gently bumps it. "There."

"Thank you for not running off in the other direction when I asked you to do that, would've been a very uneasy day for me."

"Well, it's not everyday someone cute asks you to bump heads with them."

"You think I'm cute?"

"I did just say that." He nods slowly, a shy smirk on his lips.

"Wanna be friends?" You extend your arm out to him.

He grips it in a firm handshake "I'd love that."

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"Good job, dude!" you give the little kid a high-five and a lollypop for getting through their blood test. Being a pediatrician was a taxing job, it took a toll on you to see kids in pain but seeing the smile on their little faces when you praise them or gift them candy or stickers made it all worth it.

The kid gives you a strong hug, almost making you stumble, "Thank you, Doc!" You smile, watching them walk away with their parent.

There wasn't a big rush today which you were grateful for. Less sick children meant more happy ones and that was always a good thing.

Your phone rings and Sam's name flashes across it. You pick it up with a giddy rush, "Hello?"

"Is this Dr. (Y/N)?"

That was definitely not Sam's voice.

"Who is this and why do you have Sam's phone? I will fight you if I find out he's all cut up in a river somewhere, dying!"

You hear some rustling in the background, your heart is thumping in your chest and all you think about is if your best friend is safe.

You hear a familiar laugh, followed by a groan, "Hey, I'm okay. I just wanted to know if you're still in. I need your help."

"Yeah, I'm here. What do you need?"

Sam goes silent for a moment. He knows how protective you can get and he knows this is going to have you worried about him more than ever.

"So, don't panic. But-"

"I do not like this already. What did you do, Samuel Wilson?"

"I didn't do anything! Cap, explain!"

"Cap?"

You can practically hear Sam's smirk over the phone, "You know, not everyone threatens Cap and gets away with it."

"What the fuck?" you gasp, "I didn't- I wasn't- Goddamnit Sam, get your ass here!"

"I will, thanks, I love you!" He hangs up.

You sit down in your chair with a thud, you just threatened Captain America.

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Sam and Cap reach your room and to say you were shocked at the state of Sam would be an understatement. Not even being in the same room as Steve fucking Rogers could conceal the worry in your eyes. You had to pull yourself together or you might just break at the sight of your love all battered and bruised. Your love- that was a new one. Your heart better shut up before it ruins everything.

"Sit down. Strip. Cap, shut the door."

Sam knew from your tone that you were in no mood to joke around. But he had to try.

"Damn, if you wanted to see me naked you could've just asked."

"Do you want me to suture your mouth shut?"

"Why are you so mad?" Sam asks.

He doesn't notice Steve looking all smug by the wall, staring at the two idiots in front of him, so painfully into each other and they don't even know it.

You huff out a breath, "Why am I mad? Why am I mad?! Because Sam, you got your ass beat, dumbass!"

"Honey, this is my job! And I did not get my ass beat, the other guys look worse." He lifts his chin with pride.

You sigh and get back to cleaning Sam's wounds. Your chin trembles but you keep going. When the tears blur your vision too much, you step back throwing your tools onto the table with a clang. The heels of your palms dig into your eyes as you try to clear your sight.

"What's going on, (Y/N)? Why are you so upset?" Sam asks, worried out of his mind that this is it, this is all the time he has with you. That this is too much and you want to put as much distance between yourself and him as possible.

Steve slips out of the room, giving the two of you space.

Sam hobbles over to you and turns you around. He tilts your chin to gaze into your eyes, now red and hurt. "What is it?" He whispers.

"I just don't want to lose you, Sam. You're too good of a person and you'll spend all your life putting other people before you and it might just get you killed. I don't think I can ever get over that, over not having you in my life."

Sam looks at you, wide-eyed and then sighs. "Sweetheart, you are not going to lose me. If you want me alive, I'll do my best to stay alive. If for nothing else than just to keep you from crying, you know I hate that. I don't want the woman I love crying, not because of me."

"The woman you.. love?"

"Damn, I let that slip, didn't I? Well, it's the truth. I love you, I mean I'm in love with you and it's totally fine if you don't feel the same way, I don't- Ow!"

"Ah!" Only you'd dash into someone's head trying to kiss them.

"Quick, do that again!" Sam says.

"Sam, what-"

He closes the distance between you, gently bumping into your head, "Now, we won't grow horns."

You giggle, your eyes welling up again, "I love you, Sam."

"And I love you. Go out with me?" He asks with hope in his eyes.

"Hell yeah!"

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