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so many thoughts going through my head rn…..methinks it’s time to open up that google doc

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Jazmine Hughes

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Nizar Qabbani

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siri omg!!! thank you for the rec!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I had a sudden thought about a librarian or bookseller reader with a Steve who comes in multiple times a week to ask for romance recommendations. She thought he was making fun of her at first but he actually reads them… and learns some things

Dove works part time at a bookstore when she's not at the restaurant......

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just read abstract and 🥺🥺 im about to bust a fat juicy one😔🥺😭

a fat juicy one???!!!! in MY inbox???!!!! go ahead babe ☺️ i’m glad you liked abstract!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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i.......have no words. this was just so GOOD!!!! it was so sweet and funny and tender and then SAD??!!!! all the little character details and backstory and the dynamic between sam and sarah was all so freaking good and i just???!!!! don’t know what to say girl 😭you’re amazing this was amazing reader’s cat is amazing this whole fic is just >>>>> i can’t wait to see what sam does next!!! thanks for sharing your fic with us and happy writing!!!! ❤️ (also add me to the tag list bae!!)

— 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟑𝐂. (𝐬.𝐰.)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢  |  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 | 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

characters: fem!reader; sam wilson; archibald the tabby cat; sarah wilson

word count: 3.1k+

warning: mentions and descriptions of alcohol, death, grief, trauma, therapy, depression – i call this post-snap realism

series summary: after the blip, sam wilson gets home to an unpleasant surprise - his key doesn’t fit the lock anymore and his apartment is now inhabited by a stranger and a grumpy feline. however, the unusual encounter is only the beginning of their post-blip lives and the reader soon learns that what life takes away, it can give back in the most particular ways.

a/n: the ending is a dark unedited mess, so proceed with caution

Keep reading

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soft!ransom definitely hits different 😩‼️ this fic was such a wild ride to write so i’m glad that it was a wild ride to read as well!! thanks for reading and reblogging!! ❤️❤️❤️

sink or swim

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

summary: you first meet ransom when meg drags you along to a party. everything somehow spirals from there.

warnings: swearing, smut (but like very vague smut, nothing super explicit), ransom’s general assholery

word count: 9.3k

author’s note: i hate ransom drysdale! he is a shit character! if he existed irl i would whoop his ass with NO hesitation. but i still wrote this fic because … a bitch gets thirsty okay?? okay. and ik this is very long BUT a lot of it is dialogue so it should flow pretty fast!!! likes and reblogs are always appreciated!!! ily now enjoy!!! you can also read this on ao3 :)

Seguir leyendo

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just finished bookworm and idk how to explain it but it literally felt so vivid and like i was actually in it for a while lmao, everything was so cute i was choking and omg stevie🥺🥺 pls ive read a thousand fics of him being this alpha, macho man who can fuck u senseless but canonically he would TOTALLY be like this character !!!🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank u for ur writing!💗

oh my goodness 😭😭😭 thank you so much!!!! i’m so glad you liked bookworm!!!! tbh looking back i really don’t see why i wrote steve the way i did.....but as long as you liked it i guess it worked out!!!! i like him sweet and innocent BUT those alpha macho man fics do hit different (just recently read this ceo!au where he brought the reader to a board meeting and......yeah) but anyways thank you so much for reading and for this lovely ask!!! ❤️

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dude, i’m already so glad i followed you back. your tags have me grinning but i think you’re making me out to be a better writer than i actually am – please don’t set your people up for disappointment after your fab writing xx

i’m glad you like my tags!!! i didn’t think anybody actually read them 💀 but HELL NO miss girl get out of here w that negative energy..........your writing is so amazing incredible and wonderful?? you throw in all these little details that make me just?? feel like i’m about to combust?? don’t doubt yourself babe you’re lovely xx

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helP why did it take me so long to read your stuff, your writing is so beautiful and refreshing – just back from reading the first chapter of bookworm and i can’t wait to fully catch up. keep it up, friend xx

not you sending me an ask 0.02 second after i sent you a message.......it’s telepathy innit luv.....but thank you!! i’m glad you like bookworm!! can’t believe we’re mutuals now brb going to go reread your entire master list babe xx ❤️

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HEY MAYA!!! We haven’t talked in ages but I finally just read Bookworm and holy SHIT. I literally just read the whole thing in one sit down and I’ve just been here crying for the last two hours!!!!! I have SO many feelings but omfggdhsvfhshshdbdb it was so good and you captured Steve so well and the reader was SO relatable and it was just perfect so thank you😭😭

POPPY!!! girl what do i even say to this........thank you so so much 😭😭😭 i’m legit at a loss for words like i just don’t know how to respond i mean like ONE SITTING???? babe........you are just too sweet i mean like TOO SWEET.......ily ❤️❤️❤️ (yes i am going to reread this ask 7-9 times in the following week and what about it??)

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thank you for including me bae!!! i really appreciate your support ❤️❤️❤️

fic recs (ao3 & tumblr)

minors dni w 18+👮🏻🚨

• steve rogers

bookworm (only on ao3) (series) by @suntrastar 18+

bookshop au!, fkin hilarious and steve is such a sweetheart :(( it’s so cute and fluffy and just the tinsy bit angsty but it all fits so well tgter :,)

what i need (on ao3) (one shot) 18+ by @kleohoneyao3

THE ANGST, THE ANGSTTTT i was dying reading this, steve returns from a mission and you give him a bath🥺 and a bj but it’s so soft and sensual and just :(((((

delicate (one shot) by @buckys-darling

:((( i literally transported there on the roof where the reader and steve talk, it’s just ✨

moonlight (one shot) by @sweetboybucky

legit can’t believe this is the english language, it’s just exquisite✨

heavy is the head series by @luciilferss 18+

medieval au, steve is an absolute pantydropper, has two endings god bless cause i couldnt deal w the sad one, DID I MENTION IT’S SET IN MEDIEVAL TIMES?

babysitter (one shot) 18+ by @putainsoif

age gap. 18+.

(you should be scrambling to that link by now)

• ransom drysdale

sink or swim (one shot) by @suntrastar (i love this author ok) 18+

we LOVE our trustfund playboy learning to love bc of the reader :,)) it’s so sweet and ugh a lot of pining but its so worth it, it’s like a friends/enemies w benefits kinda situation and feelings get involved ;)

love in a time of north korea (series) 18+ by @imanuglywombat

reader has a special arrangement w ransom, dinosaurs and north korea (u should be intrigued by now)

love me hate me (series) 18+ by @chris-whore

ransom *sigh* he’s so infuriatingly hot

• bucky barnes

muse (on ao3) (one shot) 18+ by @littlericky (not on tumblr i think?)

roommate!au, reader has new glasses and bucky’s a horn dog but you are too so it’s ok, it’s just shameless smut w some feelings sprinkled in😼🥺

got those platoon blues (one shot) by @moteldwelling (you know im gna have her in this)

a wicked play w words that will have u writhing in angssssst🥺, set in the age of ultron tower where everyone lives together so i was alr sold there, reader stumbles upon bucky having a nightmare </3

bucky’s f’king knife (one shot) 18+ by @threeminutesoflife

knifeplay😳, had me on the edge of my seat, bucky uses the winter soldier mask and i was horny and scared at the same time lmao, it’s hot✨😼 but kind of dark as well

kinktober 2020 by @sweeterthanthis 18+

im late to the party but this whole series is just🥵🤒🤒 (includes steve, bucky, ari levinson, negan (bro i didnt even look at him twice before this), frank castle

• dean winchester

beneath neon lights (one shot) 18+ by @renxzs

fighting over the tv remote leads to smthing interesting😼😼, alot of feels, I WAS DYING READING THIS, PLS READ, dean is just *swoons and dies*, mutual pining (the best kind)

it takes two (one shot) 18+ by @nikkivfx

smut, angst, feels, cocky dean *gets up and faints again*

• tom hardy characters

(lol he’s so underrated in the fic world but i LOVE him sm it hurts and so when i found this amazing writer i almost spontaneously combusted right there)

@higgles123 on ao3 @evelynshelby on tumblr

entire work is just *chef’s kiss*

not just these works in particular, u should check out their entire masterlist lol😼 (ive binged them all)

happy reading💗😁

@steebfics my side blog where i reblog fics if u want more😼

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JUST CAME FROM AO3 EEEEEEE SO HAPPY U HAVE TUMBLR TOOOOO :)))))))) UR WRITING IS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!

BABE! THANK YOU! i'm so glad you're here on tumblr too :)))

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Quick question!! Ari or curtis 💦💦💦🔥

girl 😭 i have not seen either of the movies that these mfs are from so i’m just gonna say ARI because that hair!!! oh boy (i’m obsessed) 

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amir khusrow (1253–1325 CE)

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OH MY GOD!!!! bestie i’m hooked 😭😭 this was so beautiful and tender and ahgjdjsjsjdhak jajajaja DESI REP?????? yes please omfg. i love how you write sam so so much and i can’t wait to see where this story goes!!! ❤️❤️ i would say my fave line was “kohl-smeared eyes” like that’s just so pretty to me like wow 😭 and sam getting all worked up by the laal kurti like yes we see you samuel!!!! i want to go to mussoorie so bad now 😭 anyways happy writing lovely!!! i’d love to be added to the tag list please ❤️

Khwaabon Ke Parindey (Birds of Dreams) | Sam Wilson

PART 1

PAIRING: Sam Wilson x desi! reader

SUMMARY: Sam needs your help with the Flagsmashers situation.

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

GENRE: Fluff, Angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of anxiety and nervousness, mentions of death.

A/N: I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THE FIRST PART OMGGGG. The series mostly follows the plot of TFATWS but I might tweak things if I feel like it. Happy reading!

Devastation. Disappointment. Restlessness. Guilt.

A concoction of these feelings plagued Sam relentlessly as he watched the news. He didn't even know it was possible to feel so many emotions simultaneously but he felt them coursing through his veins, eating away at his soul.

A concoction of these feelings plagued Sam relentlessly as he watched the news. He didn't even know it was possible to feel so many emotions simultaneously but he felt them coursing through his veins, eating away at his soul.

Sam was always so hard on himself. He always strived to be the best version of himself and be better than he was before. There was no doubt he was one of the noblest, most righteous and reliable men to ever walk the face of the earth, probably even more than Steve. And to see the shield be given away only hours after he'd given it up broke his heart in two.

It didn't help that Joaquin had called him to tell him about the Flagsmashers' attack in Germany with a busted face. Sam was worried about the whole thing but he never showed it because he felt that this was bigger than him and his feelings were insignificant. And unfortunately, there wasn't anybody apart from Sarah to tell him that he mattered too.

He did have someone a long time ago, though. You.

Yours and Sam's relationship had ended badly, leaving the both of you broken in ways that neither of you could understand. Feelings of emptiness and longing ate at the both of you constantly, yet neither of you ever attempted to call or contact the other.

How was it possible to go from wanting to hold a person in your arms until the end of time to never wanting to see them ever again?

You'd met Sam whilst the both of you were in the Air Force. You, Sam and Riley, were an unstoppable trio. The Merlin was what they called you. Zipping through the skies with monumental grace, you were a force to be reckoned with. The three of you were the best of friends and always had each others' backs during every mission be it a standard rescue op or surveillance and reconnaissance.

Your trio had always been successful in your missions until that one time. That one damn time. A stray RPG had knocked Riley out of the sky and it shook you and Sam to the core.

But that only brought the two of you closer. You'd seek comfort in each others' arms, eventually falling into each other's beds. You were using each other to drive the pain away but neither of you gave a damn because it felt so, so good. You'd wake up to each other, limbs tangled and hair dishevelled, only thinking about how beautiful the other looked.

But it was never just about the sex for either of you. You genuinely cared about Sam and so did he. But, the night you argued about your future together, the both of you knew it was over. Forever. So, Sam left and settled in D.C. and began working at the VA.

Sam had been a lot of things in his life- a soldier, a fugitive, a hero. But he always felt he'd never been a good lover in the emotional arena. And you were a constant reminder of it and he always wished it could go back to the way it was.

But he had no idea where you were. He didn't even know if you were dead or alive or if you'd gotten dusted or if you were a part of the ones who survived the snap. And although he had Redwing, he respected your privacy enough to not locate you.

But this time, he knew he was going to need your help. Because he couldn't think of anyone better even if that someone was a reminder of his tumultuous past and the person he was still in love with.

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"Torres, can you get me her file? Oh, and also any latest info we have on her. " Sam asked Joaquin.

"Yes, sir, comin' right up," Joaquin responded with his usual enthusiasm as he got to work.

He pulled up your file and handed it to Sam. "Latest intel on her says that she was last seen in Mussoorie, India."

Sam remembered how your eyes sparkled with delight each time you told him that you wanted to go to Mussoorie and settle down after you retired from the Air Force. You wanted to run a quaint little bed and breakfast in the hills, away from the crowd, hidden snugly in the verdant hills.

"Okay, then. I'm off. Keep tabs on the Flagsmashers' locations and call me the second you get any leads." Sam said.

"Yes, will do. And I don't mean to pry, but, will she agree to this? Her file says she's retired and from what I've heard, she isn't interested in this kind of stuff anymore."

"I know that too, but I've gotta try, man. She's the only one qualified enough to help us out on this." Sam answers.

"Good luck, then! I'm looking forward to meeting her, the Merlin's kind of a legend around here." Joaquin says excitedly.

"I know," Sam replies, pride and nervousness simultaneously bubbling in his chest.

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Sam had tracked your exact location through Redwing on his flight. He felt guilty for searching for you this way, but he had no choice.

He smiled when he saw it was a quaint little bungalow perched on a little hill surrounded by towering deodars. He just hoped you wouldn't freak out when you saw him.

He made his way up the cobblestone staircase that led to the bungalow. It was a gorgeous little place with a roof painted brick-red and whitewashed walls. It exuded serenity and quiet to a superlative degree and Sam was happy that you were getting that. The charming rustic look made it more inviting as he approached.

As he made his way up, he saw a young boy, no more than four years old, playing in the lawn surrounding the house. What the hell, you had a kid? he thought to himself.

He went up to the door and knocked. No answer, so he knocked again, to no avail.

"Yo, trespasser, you gonna break the door?" you ask startling the man.

Sam turned around, surprised to find you looking at him from a distance, arms crossed and face twisted in a sly smirk. He couldn't believe you were standing in front of him. Never in all these years did he think he'd still be just as bewitched by you as he was the day he met you.

You looked like an absolute goddess, flowy dark locks cascading down your shoulders as they framed your face. You were dressed in a dark red kurti with a delicate golden zari border that fell to your ankles. The dress flowed as you made your way over with a graceful gait.

His chocolate brown eyes were fixated on your face, painted practically golden by the setting sun. A small bindi sat in the middle of your eyebrows and your jhumkas clinked with the most delightful sound as you sauntered over. Kohl-smeared eyes gazing at him intensely with a glimmer of playfulness in them.

"y/n, um, hey," Sam babbles.

"Hi," you respond.

"How've you been?"

"Really? If you wanted to bore me with small talk you could've just sent a fucking postcard, Wilson," you retort coldly.

You didn't know why you were being so unnecessarily rude to the man when the truth was, you were elated to see him at your doorstep.

"y/n, please, can we talk?" Sam asks.

"I know why you're here, Sam. And my answer is no."

"Please, just hear me out, y/n. You're the only person who can help me with this."

Just then, before you could reply, the little boy runs up to you and tugs at your cotton dupatta.

"Maasi, maasi! Do you want to see the mud fort I built?! It's so cool! He says excitedly.

"Of course, meri jaan, just give me a moment. This is Sam, by the way. Say hi."

"Hi, Sam! Okay bye, I'm gonna go make more walls for my fort!

"You go do that, bub. Don't get mud on your shirt, we've already lost two to the mud monster!" You call out as he runs away.

Sam was watching the whole interaction between you and the little boy intently. He knew that you'd always been good with kids and it had even come up vaguely once or twice throughout your relationship.

"He's a firebrand, that one. He yours?" Sam asks sheepishly.

"No, no," you say with a small chuckle. "He's my nephew. I've been taking care of him ever since my sister and my brother-in-law died last year.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that y/n."

"Yeah, it's funny. They didn't get dusted in the snap but rammed their car into a fucking truck just a year after everyone came back," you say sardonically.

"What's his name?" Sam inquires trying to get your mind off your sister's accident.

"Krishna. He's the light of my life. Why don't we talk inside, huh? The least I could do is offer you a glass of water before I send you on your way."

You call out for Krishna before the two of you make your way into the house. It was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. The wooden floors complemented the light beige walls beautifully. It was decorated in an alluringly minimalistic way with a few embroidered couches and a wooden coffee table in the centre of the room. Small circular lamps hung from the ceiling and there were shelves filled with mementoes and books. Sam saw a picture of you, him and Riley in your uniforms laughing at some corny joke the latter had cracked and smiled to himself.

You motioned for him to sit on the couch and took a seat on an armchair in front of him.

"y/n, please, hear me out. This entire thing with the Flagsmashers has gotten out of hand and you're the only person who can help me. I need you to. Please." Sam says.

"Leave it up to you to save the world. Again. Don't you ever get tired of this crap? The same shit over and over again. There's always going to be someone who wants to muck the world up and it isn't always your job to clean it up."

"Wow. What happened to you? You've always wanted to do good since I've known you. This doesn't sound like you, y/n."

"YOU! You happened to me, okay! The day you left, it fucking broke me. I quit the Air Force three years after you left because I couldn't take it anymore. The last rescue mission I did ruined me. I've realised there are a lot of people who want to cause problems and you can't keep solving all of them!" you yell startling him. "I don't even know why you're here, Sam. You should leave because there's really nothing you can do to get me to agree. I'm sorry. Goodbye, Sam."

Sam got up and without a word just walked out of the door as he did all those years before. He knew better than to argue with you and he didn't want to overstep. It broke him, but again, this was bigger than him, your happiness was bigger than him.

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You were tucking Krishna into bed and a million thoughts were running through your head. You wanted to help so badly but you couldn't just up and leave.

"Maasi, are you alright?" The young boy asks snapping you out of your reverie.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" you respond kissing his tiny forehead.

"I heard you yell at Sam earlier and I also saw you crying in your room."

"Oh. I'm sorry you had to hear that, bubba. But you don't need to worry about me, I'm fine."

"I think you should help Sam. He needs your help. And I know there isn't anyone better than my brave maasi who could do that." Krishna tells you as tears form in your eyes.

"How'd I get so lucky to have you in my life, huh?" You tell him as he gives you a big bear hug.

Krishna's little speech got you thinking. He was such a bright little boy. You whipped out your phone and called Sam's number.

"Hello," Sam says groggily.

"Hey, y/n here,"

"Hey, how'd you get my number?"

"You think you're the only one who can track someone down?"

"Smartass"

"Have you left or are you still here?"

"I'm staying the night. I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"I changed my mind. I wanna help. I want to do anything I can. No more running."

"That's great! What got you to change your mind?"

"Just an amazing four-year-old."

"Haha. I'll text you the location and details right now. We leave tomorrow. Bring Krishna with you. He can stay with Sarah in Delacroix."

"Great. But won't it be much for her?" you ask apprehensively.

"Nah, she'd be happy," he replies.

"Okay then, good night, Wilson. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, y/n. See you."

You cut the call and look out at the sprawling expanse of hills in front of you. The gorgeous little town was illuminated with the dawn's orange hue. Fear and excitement took over your body as thoughts of the man you were still in love with flooded your mind. Sam.

fin.

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Kurti: a tunic or shirt of a type worn especially by women in South Asia, shorter and typically more closely fitting than a kurta.

bindi: a decorative mark worn in the middle of the forehead by South Asian women.

jhumkas: Jhumkas are a style of earring worn by women of the Indian Subcontinent made of oxidised silver.

dupatta: a length of material worn arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez, by women from South Asia.

Maasi: Auntie

meri jaan: love of my life

all pics: Pinterest

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