#south asian reader

[famwhy]

Judging Aunties

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X South Asian!F!Reader

Synopsis: you just wanted to enjoy a nice family gathering with your boyfriend but of course your very rude and judgy aunties had to say something because why would they ever let you be happy? Luckily for you, Hobie loved you too much to let them get in the way. (In other words, Hobie being such a comforting and supportive boyfriend.)

Warnings: minor panic attack (I think?) and there will be depictions of racism in this fic as I can't lie to you, lots of South Asian aunties are very judgy when you bring someone that isn't South Asian to a family meet. I do not condone it, nor do I excuse it. This fic is here to condemn it.

Note: I encourage you to read this even if you aren't South Asian as I'd love to share the experiences of south asians to those of you that don't know much. One of the huge, glaring issues is how judging older aunties can be if you decide to date a guy that isn't brown as well and I wanted to write this fic to highlight that issue. Of course, there are many delights about being south asian too but this fic is focusing on one issue. And dw, Hobie tells them to suck it. (Also, the reader is bengali specifically in this.)

The eyes. You could feel them, boring straight into your back—sending whatever voodoo evil-eye shit they could your way.

And all for what? 'Cause you had a boyfriend that looked different to them? Spoke differently and had different mannerisms? So fucking what? He loved you and you loved him, wasn't that enough?

"Ayo," you heard his voice faintly, and you felt guilty when you couldn't help but pay more attention to their gazes on you, "I'm gonna go grab us some'in to eat, yeah?"

You nodded but your eyes stayed cloudy, barely focusing on if he had left yet or not. Though, judging by the muttering voices that grew louder—he was gone and the aunties were approaching.

"Y/N, beti, was that your new... boyfriend?"

Ugh, her voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard to your ears. And—somehow—she made the usually nice-sounding accent that coated her tongue, seem god-awful.

"Yeah, what of it?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

"Nothing... just... did it not work out with Rohan? I thought that boy was quite nice."

Here we go.

"No, fufu, Rohan didn't work out."

"That's a shame. He's training to be a doctor, you know—"

Is that so? I didn't know that after the hundreds of times you already told me, auntie.

"—a perfect marriage candidate."

"Mhm, good for him." You dismissed her with a light wave of your hand, barely managing to keep yourself from sinking your nails into her flesh right then and there.

Though, even your restrained actions were enough to cause her to narrow her own eyes at you. "Does your bhai know you're with... him?"

"He's the first person I told."

"He's the first person you told?"—and so the judging continues—"tor maa baaf khene khoysona foila?" ("why didn't you tell your mum and dad first?")

Your eye twitched. "They were also among the first I told."

"And they approved?"

The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

"Why wouldn't they approve?"

"Well, you know—"

"There a problem, ladies?" Lo and behold, the person of interest had made his way back over to you, a plate of your mother's freshly baked samosas in one hand, his other hand resting by his side.

You lit up at his appearance, practically gliding over to him as your salwar kameez jingled with every step you took, emphasising your joy further as your arms looped around his neck and you rested your head against his chest.

His steady heartbeat was always comforting to listen to; always calmed your nerves.

"I can't lie, love, you're looking sweet in dat dress styll."

You giggled, feeling yourself turn into putty from just his one compliment. Even just his presence was enough to melt your bones and render you into an immovable pond of gooey mush, eyes practically turning into hearts as you endlessly swooned.

"And you are...?"

But, of course, all good things must come to an end.

"My name's Hobie, Hobie Brown." He held his hand out to her and when she merely looked at it with narrowed eyes, you could feel your grip tighten around his neck.

"Listen, my niece is very gentle—"

"Gen'le?" He interrupted her, incredulous. "This one? Are you mad?"

"Hobie!" You whined but buried your head into his chest to hide the growing smile on your lips that would give away your true feelings.

"What? It's a compliment, you're a mad ting, you know? Enough to make a big man stumble."

Another sickening, little school-girl giggle left your mouth and you could already envision your aunties scrunching their noses up in distaste at the blatant display of affection but—honestly?—you didn't give a fuck. You were in Hobie's arms and that was all that mattered.

"What is with all your... piercings? Are you in a gang?"

Okay, what did she just say?

You were fully ready to just snap at her but Hobie beat you to speaking first. "Nah, I don't do that gang shit."

"Fufu, I think you need to leave." You turned your head her way, grip tightening even further as your brows caved in tenfold; red, hot rage flowing through your veins.

You were about to pull away—give her a piece of your mind and forcefully make her leave—but, Hobie looped an arm around your waist and prevented you from creating any distance with him.

When you looked up to address him, however, you noticed how he wasn't looking at you—instead, he was staring right at your auntie, lips shaped into a straight line. "Just say you don't like me da'ing her 'cause I'm black, yeah?"

Woah.

Your auntie gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring as she fiercely huffed, raising one pointer finger his way in her rage as she parted her lips, ready to let out another one of her long, bitchy speeches.

But Hobie wasn't having it, and so, shut her right up when he turned his head back your way, tilting your chin and meeting your lips in a sudden—and extremely passionate—kiss.

Your eyes stayed open long enough for you to catch a glimpse of him raising his middle finger up and sending it right her way before you smirked and melted straight into him.

Despite the kiss being done to prove a point, it still didn't feel any less magical as every other kiss with him. Hobie was the only one who could ever make you feel this way—and you adored him for it, regardless of what some stuck-up auntie had to say.

When he finally pulled away (much to your dismay), he turned back over to your auntie, who stood there with her mouth hung open, and said, "do me a favour, yeah? Fuck off."

And soon, you were tugged off, away from the multiple pairs of eyes that belonged to all your other relatives in the room and towards another empty one instead.

Though, as Hobie led you over to the couch, you couldn't help but feel a wave of a certain strong emotion you felt when you brought your last non-brown lover over to a family gathering; a wave so strong, you had to voice it.

"I get it."

"Huh?"

"If you don't wanna be with me anymore—I get it. My aunties are really overbearing and South Asian culture is really, really unwelcome to other races so I—" a lump formed in your throat and you could barely finish uttering your sentence, unable to push past the stupid thing.

"Woah, woah, woah, what are you on about, love?" Hobie's voice sounded concerned but he was probably just trying to be sweet, he would leave you just like your past lover did—and all because of a dumb family gathering. God, how could you be so stupid? You shouldn't have taken him in the first place.

"It's just—" you choked up, vision blurring as your heart constricted and it got harder and harder to breathe.

"Woah, look at me, love. Look at me." His hands placed themselves on your shoulders as he levelled with you, making your nerves relax a little just by the sight of his face. "Breathe with me."

You followed the movement of his chest, breathing in rhythm with him until your vision cleared up and your words finally found you again.

"It's just that— my last boyfriend left me because of my aunties and— and— I don't want you to leave me too."

Please don't leave, I love you too much, Hobie.

"I would never leave you 'cause of some jarring prick that's part of your family. Ever."

You blinked. "Really? Not even 'cause I'm Desi?"

"What are you chatting 'bout? My guy Pav is Indian, you don't see me not bein' 'is mate 'cause of that."

He made a good point.

"Look, yeah, Y/N? I love you. No ma'er what. Never forget that."

And it was at that moment where you, Y/N L/N, found yourself falling in love with Hobie Brown all over again.

"I love you too, Hobie."

(Note: If I catch any comments that undermine this experience or call me racist for writing about this behaviour and calling it out, I will delete them and block the commenter. I take this very seriously and I hope you are mature enough to also do so. That's all, have a good day.)

[elihashadenough]

Pairing: Lando Norris x desi!male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: an unexpected meeting to unexpected chai times to something more

a/n: OMG!! i have been so excited about this one as a fellow desi!! anyways i want to thank my co-writer and thinker @leosxrealm for all the help they provided and continue to provide with this one

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.

[series masterlist]

again this was prologue hence why it's so short, i'm sorry but chapter 1 will hopefully be out by tomorrow with maybe a treacherous update who knows. Anyways i hope you all enjoyed this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️

tag list: @leosxrealm, @miloformula123fan

[lamemaster]

Tolkien Elves with a South Asian Reader

GIF by aashiqaanah

Request: Can you write an Indian reader insert story? It's ok if you don't want to share. 🙂

AN: While I don't want to write a specific nationality. I will write it based on the general South Asian experience. I hope that works and you like it. (also crazy story time my account was terminated for a while out there)

Genre: Romance and angst

Erestor:

"How does my love rank lower than yours? What criteria do you elves use to measure the purity of love?"

"I would be more cautious on a sword's end," the black-haired elf moves his blade precariously close to your neck. But you find it hard to care for it at the moment.

The crisp breeze of the night seems to cling close to you. Besides your worn-out clothes do little to keep the chill away. You have long given up the hope of freeing yourself from the binding the elves have put you in. Instead, all your attention is directed at the elf who calls himself Erestor.

An unknown rage fills you as you glare at your captor. Maybe if it were another day you would have begged for your life. You would have done that for the people waiting for you back at your camp. Children and women, for whom you became the bandit of Laor pass.

You had not expected to be caught by a part of elves. It had been an evening like any and you had set your sights on the gracious rations that the party carried. Food that would feed your people.

It didn't take long for elves to catch you. The guards dragged you to their leader. And maybe you had expected scorn but not hatred that lined their leader, Erestor's eyes. "Your kind is not even worthy of friendship let alone love," somehow the conversation had turned into a battle of wits. "We elves know of it better than any. Back then and even now your people side with the evil" One of the guard's fingers dig into your arm as their leader spit accusations at you.

The unfairness of his every word tugged at your heart. How could he...how could he talk of something he knew nothing of.

You press closer to the blade digging into your neck. You look directly at the elf as you do so, "In a world where Gods live in far off West, abandoning the East, letting my people suffer from one of their kind without mercy. In a world where your kind forge jewels with the light of the stars and bid us to fight your battles that promise us nothing but the deaths of our starving children whose fathers fought for an oath-bound lord. Do you not remember the bargain of your lords? It is the same as any other dark lord." The elf flinches as your words ring out loud in the night.

"Tell me why did my people had to pay for your kind's need to create. We lived in peace before your king forged the rings that brought us ruin." Your breath comes uneven. Unnoticed by you, hands holding you have long retreated. "From past to present, we the people of the East have borne the burden of the West. Our people have been thralls in the halls of darkness as you fought your righteous battles. And they have done so for their children as you have done for yours."

You stand up from where you have been kneeling. Your knee throbs with a subtle ache. No one dares to stop you as you step close to the leader whose eyes evade you.

Your voice resonates with a mix of anger and sorrow, and the intensity of your words leaves the elves around you momentarily speechless. Erestor's grip on his sword loosens slightly, his stoic expression faltering as he tries to find a response to your passionate outburst.

"In every battle waged, in every great design, it's our people who suffer the most," you continue, your voice unwavering. "While your kind sits in palaces adorned with stars, basking in the light of Valinor, it's our children who starve, our homes that burn, and our dreams that shatter. Your measure of love may be different, but I ask you this, Erestor – what do your people know of sacrifice?"

The tension in the air is palpable as the elves exchange uneasy glances. Your words challenge the very foundation of their beliefs, and Erestor's eyes finally meet yours, filled with a mix of defensiveness and curiosity.

"Do not think that you know the struggles of my people," he replies, his voice tinged with the remnants of anger.

Next to crackling fire, the camp stands at a stalemate in the battle of words. Pride, rage, and sorrow are the kindle to the burning flames.

Fingon:

Fingon had been traveling with Maedhros when he first met you. A courtier at one of the Eastern kingdoms.

Dressed in gleaming rubies and emeralds, armed with a lute you stepped into a hall full of men and elves. Your eyes lined with kohl and your hands bearing the marks of henna.

In a hall that glares at you with contempt and lust, you do not cower. Instead, you look everyone in the eye. Even Fingon gets to meet your unflinching gaze.

Bending at your waist you bow to the king seated on the throne but even that bow fails to lower your majesty. There is a knowing light in your eyes and a condescending smile on your lips.

"This is Y/N, our esteemed entertainer for the evening," the king introduces you. Musicians line behind you. "Come on Y/N show your elven guests here the courtesy of East. Sing them a song and move your feet to a mesmerizing dance." It seems wrong for the king to order you. Unfair for you to be presented as an object but you do not seem to be offended. Seemingly above everyone in the court.

If Fingon suspected you to be a disguised Ainu at your first glance, his suspicions turn into awe when you perform. The world seems to rest on your fingertips and time seems to blend into your steps.

Fingon's fingers move mirroring yours. He does not know the words but he does not need to know them to understand them.

Your song mocks the king who seems to be blinded by the monopoly over your body. The anklets you wear do not hinder you. And Fingon's breath hitches the second your hair comes undone. As if hearing his thundering heartbeat you look at him.

Amidst the thunder of applause, you look at Fingon. And you smile not with contempt but with something that Fingon reflects back in his own smile.

Hidden in the binding of this body, my soul shines bright,

It yearns for our eyes to meet, bending the rules of wrong and right,

Maedhros:

"I will marry an elf." The loud declaration silences the entire camp. It is followed by cursing voices and sounds of shushing pleas.

However, in doing so it garners the attention of the elf lord, Maehros. The one who seeks to reunite the East and the West of Middle Earth to defeat the Dark Lord.

While men fawning over elves had been no surprise for most, it was at this point an irrefutable fact. The secondborn seemed to be attracted to the firstborn like moths to a flame.

But this kind of open declaration was still...unheard of. Both elves and men had acknowledged the weird attraction and mutually decided to ignore the innate instinct.

This silent treaty breaks with you. And Maedhros cannot help but be intrigued. So, he hunts for you. Away from prying eyes that would cook rumors, Maedhros finds you by the vegetable garden that seems to have the entirety of your attention.

"Why must you marry an elf?" The eldest Feanorian tries not to laugh when you jump almost a foot high at his unannounced arrival. The shovel in your hand flying away.

With a hand on your chest, you turn to look at him. A frown adorns your forehead, "Ai, can you not scare me?" You do not address him as a lord or a prince. Maybe just don't know or maybe you do not care for it but Maedhros cannot find it in himself to take offense.

"Forgive me for that," Maedhros apologizes and much to his surprise you look nothing like the embarrassed woman he had expected to confront.

Instead, with the confidence of a preening peacock you seat yourself on the ground. "It's quiet alright. I do have to get used to it if I am to marry one of your kind," you understandingly nod. And Maedhos marvels at your nativity. Unblemished in the Adra that has been marred.

"I want to marry an elf to teach all the men of my community a lesson." You reply in a solemn voice. "I grew up watching my father beating my mother. My grandfather insulting my grandmother without a care of her heart. I grew up in the patriarchy of the East. With men who cared not an ounce about their partners." Maedhros cannot bring himself to speak. Not even when you sniff. There is pain there. Helplessness of a being he deemed to be untouched by anything mal a moment ago.

A pain that rips his heart. The tears of his own mother come to his mind. Deed of his father and his brothers that would haunt their mother.

So he listens attentively as you continue with determination in your voice. "I will marry an elf to teach every single man in my life a lesson. I will show them how much my husband will love me," you smile through your tears. It isn't blind infatuation that Maedhros expected but something deeper.

"Your kind treat your female so much better and I...I want that for my kind too. I want to hand back my sisters, my mother, my aunts their self-respect that men have rolled in dirt."

A sane part of Maedhros yearns to tell you of elves. Of how his father left his mother, how his grandfather married another, how Thingol discards the wisdom of his wife, or how Eol captured Aerdhel.

But he cannot. All he can do is, pat your head in a comforting gesture and pray for the success of your mission.

"Will you marry me then?" you propose to the Feanorian who snorts the very next moment.

[quitesins]

Watching Bollywood Films with Katsuki

Masterlist

Tags: Sfw, fem!reader, implied South Asian reader but no physical attributes stated, drabble moment again

You’re sitting there flicking mindlessly through the channels, when a specific flash of colours catches your interest. It’s an old Bollywood film, something you’re surprised they’re even showing anymore, so you let it play in the background as you lounge around lazily.

“What you watching.” Katsuki comes in, hair damp and shirtless, straight from the shower. His sweats hang low on his sides, and he rolls his eyes as you blatantly ogle him.

“Just an old film.” You let him take seat beside you, nodding towards the screen. He slots comfortably into your space and you both watch the movie together.

You’re not even sure if he’s following, the movie being an hour in already and the subtitles being a few seconds late, but when you look back, he seems invested.

Throughout the movie, you can feel him reacting. He’s always been a sucker for drama, no matter how much he pretends to not be. Nosy even without trying. So the movie and it’s almost laughable family dynamic has his entire focus. He’s gasping, scoffing, scowling and laughing. You also feel how he stiffens slightly during specific dance scenes. Where the women move prettily in their brightly coloured dresses and jingling gold jewellery.

You turn, giving him an playful but accusatory glare, taking the role of jealous girlfriend. He looks back at you and then his eyes drop down to your body, making a quick look over before returning. His face flushes instantly and your stare turns confused.

“What is it?” You question.

“You’d…” He’s starts, figuring out how to word himself. “You��d look good in that shit or whatever.” He waves a hand in the direction of the screen. “Like them dress things.”

“Have you been imagining me in such?” Katsuki has seen you in your most bare form, yet this is what had him flustered.

“Shut up.” He nudges you to look back at the screen, resting his head where your neck and shoulder meet. “So what if I have.”

“Is this a horny thing or?” You hum, teasingly.

“What- no it’s a fucking pretty thing. You’d look pretty.” He mumbles and you can feel how his heart beats.

Normally a statement like that would have you coy, but having Katsuki already in that position, you can’t help but tease a little more. “Ooh, do you have a crush on me or something?”

Sensing his mistake in letting you take the upper hand, he groans and gives you a light shove while you laugh.

“At least give me the name of them.” He finally huffs. You give him a quick rundown of the dresses, him listening intently, unsure of why the sudden interest, but happy with talking anyways.

It’s only a week later when you get a strangely large package from Katsuki’s parents do you realise- he’s gone and custom bought you the dresses himself!

A bit abrupt end since this was a quick thought I had while Bole Chudiyan came up on my Spotify shuffle randomly, originally was gonna talk about how he’d love action scenes and you should put him on tollywood too but it went down a different route, so cute bakugou moment yeahh!!!

[jojo-lane]

Ride or Die - Chapter 5 - Ocean Eyes Part 1

I finally updated.

[zyafics]

𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. rafe cameron + his south asian! gf 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

— based on this ask right here ✧

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authors note — yall, i started this at 11pm … ITS FUCKING 5AM DUDE YALL DONT KNOW HOW MUCH EDITING I HAD TO DO 😭😭🙏🏼also wanna give creds 2 @atomicami for helping me bully emerson !!

tag list — @xmycxx @hi2647 @uraesthete @milahnoz @venusloveshim @chaoticla @lizzieebie @whore4abby

[ranimotia]

Hey! I'm not south asian, but I have been on a hyperfixation streak on desi culture and hinduism (it started off for an OC but escalated). One thing I've fallen in love with from afar is the cuisine. Particularly the immense variety of curries in Northen India.

It'd be funny to see a Jamil x desi!Reader scenario where the reader is just enjoying all the food he makes for them. Then when they get to the curry, they just shrug their shoulders and say "eh, you pass". Jamil, being the prideful man he is, immediatly challenges them to make something better. Cue reader absolutely smoking him with the most delicious pea curry he's ever tasted.

Hiya! It's honestly so heartwarming to see people who aren't south asian appreciating our culture and cuisine! <3333

I imagine Scarabia being having more West Asian/Arab characteristics in terms of culture even though Aladdin simply had a stereotypically orientalist vibe, I feel like a South Asian Yuu would probably get along best with the Scarabia gang for various reasons, but I imagine Jamil would be impressed with a South Asian Yuu's cooking skills, arab cuisine and South asian cuisine are both packed with flavors and seasoning so I'd imagine there'd be a bond over a love for food and culture.

Tbh I'd imagine South asian yuu would introduce a whole new pallete of taste to twisted wonderland, showing off all the different currys, samosas, uttapams, momos, etc from their world. I cam imagine them putting every one to shame (probably not Jamil tho lol) in the Master Chef event lol, they could probably try (and fail) to teach lilia a thing or two.

Might have to make another post talking abt the culture of Scarabia/Scalding Sands bc I could go on for days lol

[bobateababe]

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. going to a relatives wedding south asian ver. - w/Sukuna .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

pairing: Sukuna x desi reader

Sukuna hasn't been to a lot of weddings, so the amount of confusion on his face is almost laughable when he sees how excited you are for your cousin's wedding.

However, he adores the way your eyes light up and how excited you get when you explain to him that desi weddings are filled with dancing and food and lots of people!

Sukuna's eyes go full blown with astonishment as you stride out of your room, wearing a red lehenga adorned with a garland in your hair and beautiful gold bangles clinking at your wrists. He can't help but lean back and stare at you, a faint smirk playing on his face as you brush by him; rushing to get your sandals.

He grabs you by the waist, holding you firmly as you walk past him. He whispers in your ear "Look at you, my darling girl..dressed like the Queen she is." His arms trail down to your wrists and he grasps them "You look as if you were made to sit on a throne" he purrs, slowly lowering yourself on his lap.

"-S-sukh" you managed to choke out your affectionate nickname for him. "I-i need my shoes.."

"Sweet girl" he murmurs. He grabs your face from behind, squeezing your cheeks and making your lips pucker. "The princess needs her shoes does she?" "Actually" you answer him, smirking slightly while looking deep into his eyes. "The Queen demands that her King put her shoes on for her." He laughs loudly, finding your demands amusing, adorable almost. Notheless, he obeys; kissing your henna covered hand and looking up at you. "Very well my queen"

The two of you arrive at your cousin's wedding, around the time of the reception. Sukuna decided to wear a red kurta as he said, "It would only be right to match with my queen." making you scoff yet blush at his act. Dark kajal surrounds his eyes complementing his magnificent dark red irises.

The reception lasts late into the night. Sukuna tastes Indian food for the first time, which he actually loves! He loves the spicy taste, not a single boring feeling on his tongue.

You force Sukuna to try gulab jamun. Begging and tugging at his sleeve. "Please 'kuna! Please it's so yummy!" you look up at him, batting your eyes, and looking at him with desperation; trying every trick in the book to make your boyfriend try the sticky sweet.

You bring the spoon to his lips, the sticky residue slightly coating his lips. He brings his mouth over the spoon, not breaking eye contact with you as he licks the sticky honey from his lips. "It tastes just like you" he breathed.

You smacked his shoulder for saying that, as a group of aunties were sitting right behind you.

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The moment finally comes, when they finally announce that it's the time to dance! You whoop and cheer along with the others as hoards of your cousins, uncles and aunties all rush to the dance floor.

You drag Sukuna to the floor with you. Laughing and giggling as your favorite song starts to play. "Dance with me!" you shout over the noise. "aao naachen!"

It gets messy real fast. Your shoes are kicked off in some random area, your dupata slid off your neck a while ago and pooled to the floor. You can feel Sukuna's firm hands on your hips as you move them up and down. His eyes watch intently as you spin around him, your red lehenga flowing just grazing your ankles, as your feet move in perfect coordination with your body.

To Sukuna, you looked just like a flower in the wind. Delicate, yet fierce and swaying with the wind. He turned his body to watch you spin, watching the pure bliss on your face and the excitement that came with it.

He grabbed you hand suddenly, disrupting your spin and causing you to be thrown into his chest as he caught you by the small of your back. "You really are a Queen my sweet girl." he whispered. His arms snake around your waist and pull you closer.

"Hmm am I now?" you smirked and slowly started to sway with him. "mm, not only that but a little minx too" he muttered, kissing your neck making you shiver in response. "You love it though." you retort, circling your arms around his shoulders playing with the back of his hair. He throws his head back, chuckling lightly. "You know I do."

sry ya'll I know that was really long but honestly I was debating if I should write a story or do more head cannons. (I'll probably do a poll abt it). constructive criticism is always welcome in the comments, i love to hear about ways to improve my writing!

>3333

[pupcuck]

why do you only write stupidly girly reader 😭

the only overtly hyperfeminine reader i’ve written is in lovey-dovey? i don’t usually answer asks that piss me off but i’ve got a lot of this shit in my inbox ab this and idgi bc what’s so wrong with that anyway?

[elihashadenough]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

⇔ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: an unexpected meeting to unexpected chai times to something more

♘Pairing: Lando Norris x Desi!Male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

♘tags: reader is south asian (not adding a specific location but inspiration wise pakistan and india are the inspirations), mostly fluff though there will be angst, slight innuendos here and there, Sebastian being a father figure to yn, mick being an elder brother for yn.

{Prologue} posted on 06.03.2024

tag list: @leosxrealm (who has helped me so much with this), @miloformula123fan, @badblondebisexualboy

credit for the dividers: @cafekitsune

[buckyalpine]

Bangles and Bordeaux

Bucky x south Asian reader 

A/N: Image is mine. Contemplated on leaving this piece in the drafts because its self indulgent but I hope you enjoy it. Not too many details about the reader but reader wears a sari/saree. You can skip past this if its not your thing but I hope you enjoy immersing yourself in something a little different! Please reblog, comment and like! <3 

Warnings: Fluff! Word count: 4.4k

You tossed the file on the table groaning at your latest mission assignment. The issue wasn’t the mission itself; all you had to do was gather some details on a possible international weapons supplier, observe their deal with the buyer and report back. The location wasn’t far either, though Tony insisted on splurging on a luxury hotel for you and your partner to stay in, hoping it’d convince you to go. Partner. There was the problem.

You stomach churned as you fiddled with the pen in your hands wondering how you’d manage to get through an entire night with Bucky Barnes by your side. You had a hopeless crush on him, all your futile attempts to move on had crashed and burned. Your dating life had taken a dive; it felt impossible to give anyone a chance when your heart was elsewhere. It didn’t help that whenever you spoke to him, you became a shy, blushing mess. It’s not even like you were his type, you definitely didn’t look like the girls that snuck out of his room early in the morning.

“Honestly, do I have to go? Ugh, I don’t really own any gowns, how is this going to work” You looked at the dress code for the night, clearly stating you had to be in formal attire. You’d only recently started going on missions that required more than a tactical suit. Your closet desperately needed an upgrade with a few more outfit choices. You tried to give Tony your best pout but it went nowhere.

“There’s going to be people from everywhere, you won’t stand out if you’re not in a gown specifically y/n”

“But- Tony cut you off before you could finish, uninterested in any excuse you could think of.

“Look, just pack whatever formal wear you have and you’ll be fine, your cover as a couple is more important”

“Why can’t Nat or Wanda go” You huffed, you already didn’t know how to act when you passed Bucky in the kitchen, now you had to pretend to be married to him?!

“Nat is away in Bucharest, Wanda is in Sokovia and somehow I don’t think capsicle and bird brain would make a convincing couple, besides I need them here for something else” Tony rolled his eyes, at Sam’s fake offence, watching him gasp and grab his chest.

“I beg to differ; Steve and I would make a great couple” Sam grabbed Steve’s face in his hand, smushing it against his cheek, “See? Couple goals right here”

Steve shook his head, snorting “Yeah, I’m sure Nat and Wanda would be ecstatic for us to start dating behind their backs”

“Good God” Tony smacked Sam upside the head before continuing, “Moving on, that leaves you and tin man, y/n”

You let your forehead smack against the table, staying there until you heard the sound of heavy footsteps down the hall. You sat up wide eyed as Bucky entered the room, plopping down on the seat beside you to look over the assignment.

“All we have to do is watch them and report back? We both have to go?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow, confused over why this mission was even necessary and why it required two people to act like a couple. Specifically why he had to act like a couple with you; he already didn’t know how to act around you. Every time you smiled, Bucky felt his insides melt and he didn’t know what to do with himself. Sure, he was a ladies’ man years ago, but things were different now. He stayed away from dating altogether, dabbling in the occasional meaningless hook up hoping it’d distract him from his feelings for you. It did not.  

“It’s for one day Buck, you guys will be fine” Steve smiled reassuringly, smirking on the inside watching his friend fidget with the papers while sitting beside you.

“I guess…” Bucky looked over at your wide eyed face, giving you a tight lipped smile before looking back at the file. “Uh, married?”

“Yup, go in, gather some info, send it back. We can’t do much until we build a better profile on the supplier, I don’t need another Mandarin incident” Tony shook his head, recalling the witch hunt they went on with minimal information, guns a blazing, only to discover Trevor Slattery cowering in a makeup room.

“Go and get your stuff ready, you guys leave in an hour!” Tony sauntered out of the door with Steve and Sam, leaving you and Bucky behind.

“Uh, I guess I’ll go pack” Bucky scratched the back of his head, glancing over at you as you picked at your chipped nail polish. Your face flushed as you nodded, getting up too quickly and stumbling onto Bucky’s lap. He caught you, your face inches from him, holding you for a moment, before letting you go.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, I should have looked at where I was going” You scrambled out of his lap, attempting to collect yourself, grabbing the file and shoving it under your arm, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

“It’s okay doll” Bucky’s cheeks turned red, the name slipping out on its own. “I mean y/n, it’s okay y/n”. Why did he bother to correct himself, idiot.

“I’m going to- I’m going to go get ready” You dashed out, running to your room, why the hell did you have the social skills of a goat.

Bucky groaned to himself, he didn’t have any issues charming women that he didn’t care about but it was different with you. When it came to you, his tongue stopped working and he was as smooth as sandpaper.  Pre serum Steve was better than this.

You shut the door, hitting your head on it a few times for good measure; there was no getting out of it now. You didn’t have any gowns; the only formal events you went to required traditional clothing and you didn’t have time to go shopping now. You rummaged through your closet, shifting through your cupboard of saris, trying to find one that would work for the evening. You had a number of cotton, chiffon, georgette, pure silk and satin ones to choose from, settling on a stunning deep maroon number with the matching blouse. You grabbed a box, placing your gold bangles, a chain and earrings for the evening, along with your makeup, pins and bobby pins for your hair. You didn’t have time to pleat the sari now, quickly folding it hoping the hotel would have an iron.

Bucky paced around his room, his suit already laid out, bag packed. He wasn’t sure which idiot thought this would be a good idea, but there was no getting out of it now. He sat by the compound doors waiting for you, his breath hitching when he saw you padding down the stairs. You wore plain black leggings and an oversized sweater and somehow you were still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. You smiled shyly at him, suddenly wondering how you’d be getting to the hotel.

“How are we getti-

“Here Frozone, don’t crash it” Tony tossed his Audi R8 keys to Bucky, having pulled the car to the front. Bucky stared wide eyed at Tony, not realizing he’d be driving with you by his side. Before you could say anything, Bucky took your bags, placing them in the back and opening your side of the door. You blushed, mumbling a quiet thank you before getting in.

Steve, Tony and Sam smirked peeking from the window watching you both leave the compound.

“So, you think it’ll work?”  Steve quirked an eyebrow, wondering if his friend would catch on the actual mission you were both being sent on.

“They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for months, blushing and smiling all the damn time, I feel like I’m in a romcom with those two in the same room. Idiots” Sam shook his head, grinning as the car pulled away.

“For an ex assassin, you’d think he’d be more trained in reading body language to know she has a huge crush on him” Tony sighed to himself. “Scary stealthy Winter Soldier my ass”

“Wasn’t he a ladies’ man?” Sam didn’t understand how Bucky had zero issues talking to women he’d never met before, only to fumble the second you were near him.

“He was! He still is! He’s just…apprehensive…?” Steve really wanted to defend his friend but he couldn’t think of a valid excuse. You were kind and sweet; Bucky liked you just as much, you both just needed a little…encouragement.

“He’s apprehensive over a walking talking cotton ball?”

Steve and Sam stared at Tony. “Cotton ball?”

“Yeah, y/n, small, soft, non threatening, everything tin man shouldn’t be so scared of”

                                                     ***

The car ride to the hotel was silent, aside from your raging heart beat you were sure Bucky could hear with his super soldier hearing. He did. What you didn’t know was his heart was racing twice as fast, driving as carefully as he could with you by his side. You both checked in and made your way up to the suite, courtesy of Tony who was happy to get you one room.

Of course the room was beautiful. It had everything you needed and more.  There was one thing though. You both stared at the very large comfy looking elephant in the room; a single king sized bed that sat in the middle of the huge space. It was easily big enough for the both of you to share but it still meant sleeping in the same bed. You set your bags down, deciding sleeping arrangements would have to wait with only an hour left till you both had to be ready. Lucky for you, the event you had to attend was in the grand hall of the hotel you were staying in.

“Uh, I guess we should start getting ready”, Bucky laid his suit out, looking over at you realizing you didn’t bring a long garment bag like what Nat and Wanda usually had when they had to bring gowns to change into.

“Where’s your dress doll?” There it was again. God he couldn’t help it, doll suited you perfectly. You smiled at the name he had for you, your face heating up as he stripped his Henley off, putting on the crisp black shirt he laid out.

“Oh, um, I didn’t have a dress; I just brought what I had”

You set your bag on the bed, pulling out the neatly folded sari and blouse, popping open a few pins before you started pleating. Bucky watched you quizzically as you spread out the long fabric, picking up a corner and folding it. He adored the way your brows knitted together in concentration as you readjusted the sari pleats to make sure they aligned perfectly. You started pinning the perfect folds, standing in front of the mirror to make it fell over your shoulder and below the back of your knee. Your eyes met with his in the mirrors reflection as he watched you with heart eyes but you figured he was waiting for you to move.

“Sorry Bucky, it’ll just take me a few extra minutes to get ready, I’m almost done with this, and you can use the mirror soon”

“No, no, don’t apologize doll, I just…I haven’t seen that before” Bucky smiled at you softly. He was still new to the modern world; he didn’t get to see or experience different cultures when he was younger and it wasn’t a privilege he had when he was the winter soldier. He rarely had time to learn and experience new things aside from his time in Wakanda.

You blushed, placing your outfit on the bed and getting your jewelry for the night, heating up the iron to run over your pleats before draping the sari.

Bucky slipped into the bathroom to finish getting ready, deciding to keep the light stubble that covered his cheeks instead of shaving it. He grinned to himself remembering a conversation he overheard where you told Wanda his scruffy face was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. He was ready within minutes, hearing the very loud gasp you let out as he walked over to where you were doing your makeup.

“You look so ho- I mean really sex-…very handsome. You look very handsome” Wow y/n. So smooth.

You felt like you lost 3 years of your life mustering the courage to say that; this man in an all black suit was going to be the absolute death of you. Bucky blinked at you, his heart in his throat watching you as you sat at the vanity in a fluffy robe, a few rollers in your hair and your makeup mostly done. You were applying a tiny bit of gloss to your lips to complete your look; dark smoky eyes with lipstick that matched the sari. It complimented you skin tone beautifully.

“Oh, th-thank you doll” Bucky’s face flushed, as he gazed shyly at the ground. He would give anything to be like this with you every single day. The moment felt so intimate, your long black hair pinned in the rollers, getting ready together, watching you do your makeup while you sat in a comfy robe.  Of course he had to muster the courage to talk to you properly first but a man can dream. You looked at the time, realizing the event would start soon but you’d still need a few minutes to finish getting dressed.

“I’m so sorry Bucky, I’ll be ready soon. You can get our names checked in for the guest list; I can meet you downstairs as soon as I’m ready”

Bucky nodded, though he was completely ready to skip the entire evening just to spend some time alone with you. He was starting to feel a little more at ease without Sam or Tony breathing down his back about having to put himself out there.

“Take your time doll, don’t rush, I’ll see you downstairs” He gave you a sweet smile before shutting the door, his body buzzing with anticipation over playing your husband for the night.  

You hung the robe to the side, quickly hooking on your blouse and tying on your skirt. You stood in front of the mirror with the sari, tucking in the material, wrapping it around yourself and adjusting where you wanted it to fall behind you. The satin material easily fell into place as you pinned it on your shoulder. You tucked the front pleats in, placing a few pins in the front to keep the folds in place. You slipped on your bangles, earrings and necklace, doing a quick twirl in the mirror and fixing your hair before heading downstairs.

You fidgeted with your bangle in the elevator, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach as you got closer to the lobby. You were already nervous about having to pretend to be Bucky’s wife (you definitely dreamt about it), but you also worried you’d stand out. What if he felt uncomfortable around you, especially because you were dressed differently? The ding of the elevator doors opening broke you out of your thoughts because the train wreck could go any further.

Your eyes scanned the ball room that was buzzing with guests, searching for your pretend husband for the night. You plucked a glass of red wine from a waiter that passed by, hoping to ease some of your raging nerves. Your eyes locked with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you always got lost in across the room, your heart racing, fuck how would you be able to focus on a mission.

Bucky stood by the bar, his jaw dropping as you walked in. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The beautiful satin material was perfectly draped around your body, accenting the curves he’d never seen before. His mouth hung open as you made your way towards him. Your long dark hair was pinned to the side, giving him a perfect view of your jaw. The gold jewelry you wore made your skin glow; your sultry makeup brought everything together perfectly. You looked like a goddess.

“Holy shit…”

His breath hitched when your lips darted out, catching a drop of the dark red wine that stained your lips, he was screwed.

“You look…”  He was utterly speechless, his mouth opening and closing, remembering you were now his wife for the night. He would have been just as speechless even if you really were married. Screw the mission, he had a new mission in mind; to make you his. At least, muster up the courage to ask you on a date.

Bucky placed his arm around you, his metal hand resting against your bare skin of your exposed waist making you shiver. He placed a gentle kiss on your jaw, pulling you closer to him.

“My wife is the most beautiful person in this room without a doubt”

Your face heated up, leaning into him, standing on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. The scent of his cologne made your heart flutter; you wanted to burry your face in his chest and breathe him in all night.

“Could say the same about you, you look so handsome baby” Your hand caressed the scruff on his cheek; Bucky leaned into your touch, blushing.

“Shall we go sit?” His hand found yours, making your way through the crowd, a number of eyes falling on the both of you. You tensed for a moment, relaxing when you felt his lips press a soft kiss against the back of your head, his hand wrapping protectively around your waist.

“I told you, you look gorgeous. Everyone’s eyes are on you babydoll”

“Or they’re on you; I’ve always loved how you looked in all black with some stubble”

Bucky grinned, pleased with his choice to not shave for the night. You giggled, finding an empty table near the back of the hall which also gave you a good vantage point to see everyone.

You spotted your target at one of the tables not too far from you; a middle aged man with curly greying hair and a beard. Ulysses Klaue. He sat surrounded by a few of his men, taking a long swing from his glass before getting up and making his way over to a different table.

“All we have to do is sit here and watch what he does?” Bucky still couldn’t get over the fact that you’d both been sent over to essentially people watch. Tony could have bugged the place and watched from the compound if he really wanted to but at this point he wasn’t complaining.

“Mhm, that’s what the file said” You took another sip of your wine, the Merlot easing some of your nerves. You both sat in comfortable silence watching Klaue though he actually hadn’t done much aside from make an ass of himself, groping a woman as she walked by, earning a slap to the head. That didn’t seem to bother him much either, grinning proudly as he attempted to paw at someone else.

“What the hell do we even write about this man, that he has a weakness for women” You huffed, freezing as the man locked eyes with you, licking his lips as he got out of his seat, stalking towards you. “Shit”

“Quite the exotic little piece of arm candy you got there” Klaue grinned at you, unbothered by Bucky’s death stare as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. “Names Ulysses Klaue”

He extended his hand towards you but Bucky shook it instead, his grip firmer than usual.  

“Terrance O’Conner. This is my wife, Ava” You felt Bucky’s hand slip under the material of your sari, his fingers tracing soft circles onto your skin, relaxing you.

“Well aren’t you a lucky man Mr. O’Conner” Klaue’s eyes continued to wrack up and down your body, “Gorgeous little thing dipped in gold and wrapped in satin” Before he could continue, one of his men approached him, whispering in his ear. Klaue reluctantly backed away, whispering something to one of his men before exiting from a door near the bar.

“Should we follow them?”

Bucky shook his head, “Tony said only document what he does here, and if we follow them then he’ll get suspicious”

You nodded, noticing some of the tables had cleared as most people had began to make their way to the dance floor. The lights dimmed, couples joining together, swaying slowly to the music. You looked longingly at the happy couples, smiling as you imagined yourself with Bucky, unconsciously leaning into him.

“May I have this dance?”

You sat up, unsure if you actually heard those words as Bucky stood up, extending his hand for you to take. You nodded, smiling shyly, letting him lead you to the middle of dance floor. He spun you, pulling you towards him, grinning as your arms slung around his shoulders, your head resting against his chest. You leaned into him as he put his arms around you, his lips brushing by your ear, as he whispered.

“You really do look gorgeous y/n”

“You should see yourself, Mr. O’Conner” you giggled, adoring the way Bucky’s nose scrunched, grinning down at you, his cheeks flushed as he held you close. You spent the rest of the night, wrapped in each other, swaying to the music, walking hand in hand back to your room as the evening came to an end.

Bucky sat on the bed with the laptop, typing out the mission report, documenting the sparse details they were able to gather for the night. He huffed in frustration, unable to stop sneaking glances at you while you started to unpin your sari in front of the large mirror. His mind wandered again, the way this moment felt intimate, like something he’d have if you were actually his. Watching you get dressed, watching you go through your night time routine, he wanted it all.

“Bucky could you…please?” You fumbled with the pins on the back of your blouse, struggling to take one that you’d placed on the back of your shoulder.

“Of course” Bucky got up, hesitating for a moment before slipping his fingers under the material, quickly undoing the pin, his hands lingering on your soft skin for a moment. Your eyes met in the mirror reflection; Bucky could feel the warmth radiating off you and hear the way your heart rate picked up.

“I-I’m just going to…” Buck nodded as you clutched the material to your chest to keep it from slipping, making your way to the bathroom to change. You removed your makeup and folded your clothes, slipping on an over sized t-shirt to sleep in.

Bucky sat at the edge of the bed, having changed into some sweats, finishing up the mission report. You nervously sat on the other side, carefully slipping under the covers, making sure there was space between you both.

“I can sleep on the floor doll, you can have the bed” Bucky started to get up, until he felt your hand grab his wrist, stopping him.

“No! Stay…” You looked at him with a soft smile, hoping he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, “I don’t mind, really” Bucky couldn’t hide the shy smile that crept on his face as he closed the laptop, getting under the covers with you. You both laid in comfortable silence for a while, slowly adjusting yourselves to be more comfortable while inching closer to each other. You felt his hand brush against yours as you let you hand intertwine with his.

“I had a lot of fun tonight…with you” You’re voice was hardly above a whisper and if it wasn’t for his super soldier hearing, he would have missed it.

“Me too doll” Bucky turned on his side to face you, now or never Barnes.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh, I was wondering if you’d want to actually go out sometime, maybe dinner, or coffee or um-

You cut off Bucky’s rambling, pressing your lips onto his. Bucky froze for a moment, smiling into the kiss, pulling you closer to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

You grinned, nodding as your forehead rested on his, melting into his embrace, the both of you falling asleep wrapped in each other’s warmth.

You arrived at the compound, hand in hand, confused over the howling and whistles you heard as you entered the living room.

“Pay up, I told you!” Tony had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he saw your hand in Bucky’s.

Steve and Sam groaned, pulling out fifty dollars each, reluctantly handing it over.

“I told you it would work”

“Told who what would work?” Bucky plopped down on the sofa, still holding your hand as you sat beside him, equally confused.

“That this mission would bring you love birds together” Sam grinned, adding air quotes around the word mission.

“Why are you saying mission like that” Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the 3 men across from you giggling together like school children.

“C’mon, you didn’t pick up on the real reason we sent you two away when I could have just bugged the place for info” Tony smirked, extremely proud of himself. “Which I already did by the way”

“Then why the hell did-” Bucky shook his head, utterly confused “By the way, the target didn’t do a damn thing other than paw at people all night before getting called away” Bucky scoffed, secretly relieved he didn’t actually have to do much because he was able to give you all his attention.

“You can thank me for that; we managed to get him out and away from you guys. You both looked so cozy, we decided to intervene. Didn’t want him to ruin the real reason we sent you both out for the night”

“Were you watching the entire time?!” You sat up, scoffing while Tony sat back with a smug expression his face.

“Look, you both needed a push to actually talk to each other; we figured a night together wouldn’t be a bad idea. Playing husband and wife meant you had to actually get close to each other” Steve explained, making his way out of the living room, signaling for the other two to follow. “We’ll leave you two alone now”

Sam snorted, wiggling his eyebrows as you hid your face in Bucky’s arm, unable to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“I can’t believe they did that” Your voice was muffled as you continued to hide in Bucky’s arm, feeling his cool hand pull your face close to his, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Was worth it, my stunning satin wrapped doll”

-

[thoughtsandbones]

The same place, but different plans

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of alcohol, fights, smut (but not what you think...), profanity, fluff, injury, blood, medical inaccuracies, p in the v (use a rubber folks) and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

A/N: This is slightly related to the other parts, but is more of a one-shot, I haven't yet finished Part 8, so this most likely happens after... :D But had this idea and had to scribble it out of my brain.

PLEASE reblog and like!

Song inspo: Under Pressure - Queen & David Bowie and Keep this Between Us - Krtas Nssa and Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

One Shot

As Ghost walked down the road from base to the local pub, he took a final drag of his cigarette and then tossed the butt on the ground, stopping momentarily, standing on it. He enjoyed the quasi seclusion before the chaos of the pub that loomed ahead. It was Saturday night, it was going to be busy as people were out on the lash. After a long week he craved the good bourbon the pub had. No Soap, no Price and no Gaz. He was savouring the loneliness tonight.

Opening the door, he was met with the hustle and bustle of the pub. He looked around, scanning the abundance of faces. A few heads turned his direction, he noted the cautioned eyes as he walked towards the bar after eyeing an empty spot.

"What can I get you mate?" the bartender asked as he approached

"Noah's Mill double, on the rocks please" Ghost said

The bartender nods and taps in the order on the till

"That'll be £5.80 please" He says

Ghost takes out his wallet, pulling out his card, and tapping it on the card reader before putting his card back in his wallet and then returning it to the inside jacket pocket.

"Cheers" he grumbled

He watched as the bartender poured his drink, he noted the small amount of bourbon left in the bottle. Noah's Mill was rare and he doubted the owner would order more considering it was only him and sometimes Price who had this drink and that it cost way too much to get.

Once the bartender gave him his drink, he lifted the neck of his balaclava up and took a sip from the glass. The cold bourbon moistening his mouth. Ghost savoured the vanilla notes as the bourbon ran down his throat. Tapping his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he could detect a bit cinnamon. His favourite scent and taste.

Ghost swirled the ice in his drink, tuning into the various conversations around him whilst he stared at the ice floating within the dark amber liquid.

Of all the conversations and laughter around him, it was your laughter that pricked his ears and seemed louder than the others.

Ghost turned slowly behind him, drink in hand, trying to locate where your laugh was coming from. It took him only a few seconds to locate you, right at the back of the pub, you were sitting at one of the tables, relaxed back in the chair, arms on the resting on its back. You wore a pink floral top, your naked toned arms on show, he noted the black humerus bone tattoo again. Ghost's eyes continued to scan your body, you wore the same skinny black jeans, and the same black leather jacket was now hanging on the edge back of the chair where your arms were resting. The long wavy brown hair flowed down your back. He also noted the black combat boots that you wore on your first day.

You were not alone. Sat opposite you was a black woman wearing a green dress, her braids cascading down her shoulders, she laughed as you spoke to her, her hands holding a glass of wine, silver bangles sliding down her wrist as she took a sip. He saw you lift your arms up, running your hands through your hair, before collecting it all and bringing them over your left shoulder revealing your back.

Ghost felt a ping across his chest again.

The pink floral top had a deep back that showed off your chiseled muscles. Peaking just on your left back were the edges of another tattoo. Ghost squinted his eyes, they seemed to be flowers.

How many tattoos do you have? He thought

You said something else, which led the woman in front of you to throw her head back as she laughed again. She responded and you then laughed, he saw a glimpse of your smile. He watched as you leaned forward, taking a sip of the drink you had, he noted a few shot glasses littering the table, you seem to be enjoying yourself. You returned your right arm back on the chair, leaning slightly back, giving a partial view of your front.

Ghost saw how the tight fitting of your top accentuated your breasts. He stomach lurched. He knew you were pretty, he knew you had a good body. But with all the baggy shirts, sweaters and loose scrubs you wore, he didn't realise you had a damn good body.

He swiftly turned back around facing the bar. A slight shame ran through him as he remembered your disapproving remarks when you found out the marines were calling you Dr "Peachy" because of your toned bum.

Ghost took another sip of his drink. The melted ice and bourbon was the perfect combination, he tried to focus on savouring the flavour of his drink, but his legs, more like his dick, kept trying to turn his stool, and body, back to you.

He relented, and turned half-way. In his peripherals he could still see you, making conversation with the other woman, whatever you were saying, clearly made her laugh, her head rocking back as she covered her mouth, trying to contain said laughter. Before he knew it, he was facing you again.

Ghost felt a tinge of jealousy. He wished he was there. He wished he was the one that you were telling all those jokes too.

The woman you were talking to looked up from you and stared right at him, eyes widened and then darted back to you, worry and caution flooding her face. He saw her say something to you, he couldn't make out what, and you turned your head quickly, eyebrows frowned, face full of contempt, but when you locked eyes with him, you relaxed and smiled at him, giving him a slight wave with your right hand. You returned your gaze back to the woman, before he could wave back, and said something that made her relax.

Clearly she thought he was a creep staring at them... And you didn't get up to come see him... A sick feeling settled in his stomach again.

You were out with a friend... Or on a date? Ghost thought to himself.

There was a heavy tap on his right shoulder, he jolted, nearly letting go of his drink, most of his beloved bourbon spilling on his jeans. He turned around narrowing his eyes at whoever disturbed him.

A short woman stood before him, dolled up, her blonde hair curled and tousled, framing her slight rounded face. Ghost looked at her, red lips matching a red satin-like dress that hugged every curve of her body.

"Get you another drink darling?" She said, red lips turning into a grin as she surveyed Ghost, admiring the darkness that shrouded him. Especially that mask.

"Still got this one" Ghost replied bluntly, tapping on the half spilt bourbon with his right hand whilst trying to dry off his wet jeans with his left hand.

"Looks like it spilt, c'mon darling I don't mind" She said as she took the empty seat next to Ghost.

Ghost sighed, he turned his head back to you, hoping you'd come up and say hello. Yet you were still sat there, conversing with the woman, he saw you reach over the table and with both hands cupping her face, she laughed and brought her hand enveloping yours.

Yeah, you were on a date Ghost concluded.

"Go on then love, Noah's Mill on the rocks" Ghost sighed, turning his gaze back to the woman beside him.

She kept her gaze on him as he drank the remaining bourbon in his current glass.

"Love the mask" She said.

Of course you do Ghost thought. Most women do, they just wanted to get fucked by the mask, not the person behind the mask, either out of horniness or drunkenness.

He nodded, turned his head down to the glass, swirling the remaining droplets.

He listened as the woman gave the bartender both their orders. He reached for his jacket packet, grabbing his wallet.

"Darling, it's my treat!" She protested as she saw him bring out his card. He nodded and returned the wallet back in his jacket.

I'll be payin' one way or the other he thought.

"What's your name?" Ghost asked

"Amy" Amy replied, "And yours darling?" She asked

"Ghost" He said.

Amy laughed, placing a hand on her chest and than slapping it on his thigh. Ghost's leg jolted at the sudden touch.

As the bartender placed the drinks in front of them, Ghost turned around to try and see if you had noticed the woman beside him, his eyes met an empty table where you once sat with your date... He scanned the rest of the pub. You'd gone. He felt his heart sink.

"Ghost?" Amy said, patting him lightly on the shoulder. He turned his attention back to the woman who now had her drink in her hand.

"You alright?" She asked

"Yeah, just thought I saw someone..." He trailed off. He grabbed his new bourbon, and clinked the wine glass.

"Cheers Amy" He said, giving her a wink.

Amy blushed, her cheeks turning the same shade of red as her lips. She nodded and took a sip of her wine as he drank half of his bourbon, not savouring the taste this time. Hoping the sudden rush of alcohol would at least make him tipsy enough to finish off this transaction.

After fifteen minutes, the pub started to die down. Ghost engaged in casual conversation with Amy, listening and not listening.

"Want another drink... Or do you want to come back to mine?" Amy said suggestively, fluttering her false lashes at Ghost, hoping he knew what she meant.

Of course he knew. Ghost drained the last of his bourbon into his mouth and then pushed the glass away from him.

"Let's go" He said, clearing his throat, Amy got off the stool, she stumbled next to him, weaving her arms through his elbow as he stuck his hands in his jacket pockets.

They both got a taxi to hers. He followed a clearly drunk Amy up the steps of her flat, holding the door open for her. She fumbled with her keys. The door opened and she walked in, he followed behind her.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Ghost asked one last time

"Of course darling, had my eyes on you since you walked in" Amy slurred turning around facing him, trying to grab his mask. Ghost took a step back.

"The mask stays on love" He gruffed.

"Not even one kiss?" She asks, pouting her smudged lips and widening her eyes.

Ghost sighed, lifting the mask up to his nose, revealing his lower jaw. Before he knew it, she jumped on him, latching her lips against his. He could taste the white wine on her tongue as it engulfed his mouth.

"Bedroom?" He said, breaking away from the kiss, taking his jacket and jeans off.

"Follow me" Amy said, unzipping her dress as she guided him to her bedroom. She let the dress pool around her ankles as she got on the bed watching Ghost take off his shirt, revealing his scarred torso.

"Oooh I love a man with -" Amy started

"Shhhh" Ghost said, climbing on top of her, kissing mouth, then moving down her neck to her breasts.

Amy moaned under him, her hands dragging over his back and then down his front over this boxers. He wasn't hard.

Ghost worked his way down, removing her underwear.

"Got a condom?" Ghost asked fingering her clit, she let out a small moan.

"I'm on the pill" Amy said, smiling mischievously

Ghost stopped moving his fingers and looked back down at her, eyes narrowed.

"Don't trust those things, got a condom?" He asked again.

Amy's eyes widened, smile dropping, almost like she was disappointed, and she reached over to the drawers next to her bed, after rummaging through, she found a condom.

"Good" Ghost said, and then returned to kissing her. He placed his hands on her hips, aligning his hips with hers and began grinding against her.

He opened his eyes, he saw Amy beneath him, eyes closed, soft moans coming out of her red stained lips. He wasn't feeling it with her.

He closed his eyes, his mind brought back the image of you. That pink floral top, those toned arms. Your smile. Your laugh. He felt himself get hard.

He took off his boxers, and rubbed his dick in his calloused hands. Amy looked up at him, greed and glee took over her face as she saw his thick and long dick.

"God I want you to fuck me hard" She moaned

"Yeah?" Ghost huffed, placing the condom on.

He saw her nod her head, he sighed. Grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to him, he thrusted himself into her.

Amy moaned. Ghost thrusted harder. She moaned louder. Ghost closed his eyes, trying to escape the emptiness that seeped through him as he plowed himself into her.

This was not how his night was supposed to go. He didn't want this, but he was so pent up. Pent up over you. He had to release the frustration that was building up in him from the past few weeks.

The image of you flickered across his eyelids, your smile. The way your hips swung as you walked. Your long hair making you even more beautiful. Oh how he longed for you to be under him.

Ghost opened his eyes staring blankly at the walls of the bedroom as he panted, he then moved his fingers grazing her clit again, she moaned softly. He closed his eyes.

He kept thrusting into Amy, her moans getting louder, he envisioned you. How would you sound? What would you do to him? He longed for you. He wanted you.

Just like that he finished. He grunted and then pulled out. The transaction was done.

He got up, grabbing his boxers and moved to the bathroom. Cleaned himself up and returned to the bedroom where Amy laid on the bed, still catching her breathe.

"Want to stay the night darling?" She said, perking up at the sight of Ghost's half naked body whilst patting the bed with her left hand.

"Can't, gotta get back to mine" He said, putting his shirt back on, he wanted nothing more to be back in his room at base.

"Hey, give me your number darling?" Amy said, sitting up.

"This was a one time thin' love" Ghost said bluntly, locking his eyes with her blue eyes. She scoffed at him, rolling her eyes, she got up and then headed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

What was she thinkin'? Thought she wanted a one time thing? Ghost thought as he stumbled into the living room, retrieving his jacket and jeans. Putting them on he left the apartment, without looking back.

Ghost never felt more empty than when he first stepped out tonight. This night did not go as planned, he just wanted a nice evening on his own, drinking his favourite bourbon, half of which was soaked into his jeans.

He took his phone out and booked a taxi back to base. It was 1:30am, and he had to be up in a couple of hours. But he knew he couldn't sleep, not now.

As the taxi drove up the hill towards base, he gazed out the window, he spotted the wooded area that you took him too on your first night out with the 141.

"Mind stopping here mate?" He asked the taxi driver

"Sure" The driver responded.

The taxi stopped, Ghost tapped his card on the card reader and then got out the car. The taxi turned around and went back down the hill. The street lights were turned off. Ghost gazed up into the clear night sky above, looking at the stars the shone above him. He tried to spot the Orion constellation you showed him, but he couldn't find it.

Ghost sighed and trekked back up to base. It was quiet. It was the weekend, and most people were on leave or asleep.

He walked up the stairs and made his way down the corridor where his room was at the end. Ghost walked to the door of your room, looking at the red cross embossed into the gold plaque. You were probably sound asleep. Or not there at all...

He walked on when he noticed the light was on in the infirmary, the door slightly open. A slight moan came from within.

Ghost walked up to the door, he heard a sniffle as he peered through the gap. He saw you facing away from the door, your hair up in a clip, still wearing the same pink floral top from early. Your body crouched onto the counter with your hands doing something to your face.

He knocked on the door.

"Doc?" Ghost said opening the door.

You turned around, with the one eye that wasn't swollen you were able to distinguish the person at the door was Ghost.

Ghost looked at your face, your right eye was swollen and there was a cut on your lip and right cheek, a cold shock ran through him, his eyes widened. He rushed towards you.

"What happened?" He snapped

"Ah, got punched in the face by a creep" You said nonchalantly returning to the counter where you laid out your tools and mirror to stitch the cuts on your face.

Ghost grabbed the back of your chair and swung it back to face him. You were shocked by the sudden action of his, your eyes met his, worry glazing over.

"When did this happen?" He said sternly, trying to recall the exact time you left the pub, but he was too damn distracted.

"Erm, like an hour ago" You say, trying to recall when this all happened "Lieutenant, I'm good" You add, trying to return to you set-up but the firm grip Ghost had on the chair prevented you from doing so.

"No you are not" He said and then walked off to the med bed where he grabbed the stool and brought it over to you.

"Hey I'm the one with the medical degree" You say slyly

Ghost stared at you, narrowing his eyes as he sat down and bringing his hands to your face. You jolt back.

"Mind washing your hands first?" You say

Ghost sighed, got up and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

To be honest, it was a good idea considering where his hands had previously been Ghost thought

He came back up to you and waved his hands, you smiled but winced due to the cuts on your lip and cheek.

"Where did this happen?" Ghost asked, keeping his eyes on you.

You look at him, already bracing yourself for the disapproval of your CO... You swallow some saliva to combat the sudden dryness in your throat.

"The wooded area... by base" You croaked

Ghost's eyes narrow further.

"Alone?"

"Yeah..."

"Why?"

"Looking at the stars" You say quietly "Didn't realise some guy followed me from the pub that far" You add.

"You were followed?" Ghost prodded as he reached over to your tools, grabbing a swab and then doused it with antiseptic and began cleaning the wounds on your face. You winced and hiss as the antiseptic stung your wound.

"I can do it" You say trying to grab the swab off him. "Just was struggling to stitch it up" You say lifting your bandaged hand that Ghost completely ignored.

"How did that happen?" Ghost said now looking at your right hand, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Punched the creep" You say

"Must've punch him wrong" Ghost snapped

"Punched him several times actually" You retort "He's probably gonna need his jaw reset"

Ghost shook his head, trying to suppress a chuckle.

"You were followed then?" Ghost asked again.

"Yeah, thought I lost him when I walked through the shortcut by Apple Tree Crescent" You murmur.

"You can't be out late by yourself" Ghost scolded "Where was your... friend I saw with in the pub?" Ghost said, swallowing the lump forming.

"She lives off base, and she drove home" You say "Base wasn't that far from the Anchor, so I said I was okay to walk"

Ghost shook his head as he cleaned the dried blood around the cut on your cheek, your left eye meeting both of his.

"Will you need stitches?" He asked

"Yeah" You said, examining the cuts on your face in the mirror on the counter. "I can't do it, my hand is fucked, tried twice already" You say looking at the broken pieces of sutures.

"Want me to try?" Ghost offered

You look him, as much as you needed the help, you couldn't trust someone to stitch up your face without at least a few years of experience...

"I've got Steri-Strips" You say back to him, moving over to the drawers and grabbing a pack. Ghost watched as you slid over on the chair to the drawers and grabbed a pack and slid back to him, handing him the pack.

"I know how to use these" He said reassuringly "Got any gloves?" He asked

You get up and move to the cupboard and grab a box of large and XL gloves.

"Take your pick"

Ghost picked a pair from the XL glove box and put them on. He pulled you closer to him as he began to close your cuts. You winced at the pressure he applied to your face.

"How was your date?" You ask him

"What date?" Ghost asked, eyes narrowed and focused on your left eye.

"The lady in red? At the bar?" You say

Oh you saw that Ghost thought

Ghost shrugged his shoulders

"Wasn't a date" He said finally

"Ah" You sigh

"Were you on a date?" Ghost asked, the question leapt from his throat without thinking

"Nah, just a night out with a friend" You reply

A sense of relief flooded Ghost, he moved closer to you. You could feel his warm breathe beating down on your skin. Closing your eyes as he worked the last steri-strip onto your cheek. Inhaling through your nose, you could smell a mixture of cigarettes and cinnamon

"You smell like cinnamon" You say drowsily, feeling wavy all of a sudden.

"Bastard must've punched you hard" Ghost said examining the swollen eye and cut on your cheek, he cut the last strip and placed it on the edge of the cut on your lip. His hands trailed down to your chin, turning your face to face his.

"Had a lot worse" You reply, eyes still closed

"You need an ice pack" Ghost says still looking at your right eye.

"Freezer in the fridge" You mumble, eyes closed.

Ghost smiles under his mask. You were tired and clearly disorientated.

He walked over the fridge, taking the gloves off and discarding them in the yellow BIOHAZARD bin. He grabbed a ice pack, heading back to you.

"Hey.." He said nudging your arm. You open your eyes, eyes now red and tired, and filling with tears as you recall the encounter in the woods in your head.

"Thank you Ghost" You say, looking up at him with one eye swollen and one normal eye, grabbing the ice pack and placing it on your right hand.

Ghost's heart skipped. He placed a hand on your right shoulder, the smooth material of your top catching on his rough hand.

"Anytime" He said softly "You listen to me" He said now, sitting back on the stool and placing his other hand on your other shoulder.

"You do not walk alone at night" He says. You nod at him

"If you want to look at the stars you tell me." He added. You nod again, a lump forming in your throat.

"Yes you're well trained, but there are fucked up people out there" He says

He watches as your reach down to your left leg and lift the hem up a bit, revealing a hidden knife holster

"Should've used this" You say, lifting out a knife, you try and laugh, but the cuts and swollen eye won't allow you to. You returned the knife back in the holster.

Ghost shook his head.

"Silly girl" He says and you shrug your shoulders.

"Give me your number, if you are out on your own, call me, I will walk you home or collect you." He says taking his phone out. "And I don't min' lookin' at the stars again with you"

"Yes sir" You say. Maybe he doesn't hate me after all...

You gave Ghost your number, and then tried to clean up, but Ghost told you to stay. He cleaned up and then locked the infirmary and helped you to your room, taking the keys out of your struggling hands, he guides you into your room.

Ghost looked around, it was so much more different now that you moved in. Books were now arranged on the desk and a plant on the windowsill.

You collapsed on the bed, taking the hair clip out, long hair flowed down your shoulders, the ice pack sliding off your hand and onto the floor. Ghost grabbed it and placed it on your right eye, where it was supposed to be in the first place.

"Can you help me take my boots off please" You mumble motioning towards your feet.

Ghost smirked under his mask, he got on one knee and untied the laces of your boots, and then removed your knife holster.

"Thank you" You say, wriggling your toes. You sit up and greet Ghost who was still on one knee by your legs.

Getting up and moving to your cupboard, you grab one of your t-shirts you wear to bed.

Ghost got up and turned around, he heard you open the door to the bathroom and walk in.

"Ah fuck!" You yell

Ghost turned around

"You okay?"

The bathroom door opened and you walked out, still wearing the pink floral top.

"Can you help with my top?" You ask, lifting the edge of your top, revealing a bruise on your left rib. "Didn't know I had this" You whispered, eyes becoming glassy

Ghost's eyes widen, he moved closer to you

"Sure" He whispered.

You turn around, your back now facing him, he grabbed the ends of your top and lifted it slowly to your shoulders.

Ghost blushed at the pink bra you wore and trying to avert his gaze down to the ground.

But his eyes were drawn in to the skull tattoo in the middle left of your back. A greyscale skull, with four different flowers behind it, underneath the skull, a phrase written in latin:

mortuorum vigilate dorsum

He traced the tattoo with his eyes, trying to memorise the artwork, he looked up, there was another bruise on your left shoulder.

Fuckin' hell Ghost thought

You wince again as you lifted your left arm up, Ghost brought his hand up to pull your arm down gently.

"You have another bruise on your shoulder" He said

"Great" You moan

You place your baggy t-shirt over your head, pulling your arms through.

"Thank you Ghost" You say turning back to him.

"Anytime. Will have to let Price know" He said

You shake your head, and hanging it. You felt tears run down your face, bringing your left hand up to wipe them away

"Hari, it's not your fault" Ghost said

You turn around facing him. Your left eye fully red and tired.

"You need sleep" Ghost said, checking his phone, it was nearly 4am.

You nod back at him, blinking your left eye.

"I'm goin' to sleep, but call or text me if you need anythin'" Ghost said

"Unless you need help with your jeans?" He added pointing at the skinny jeans you were still wearing.

You scoffed and slightly pushed him away with your left hand.

"Thank you lieutenant" You say

"Goo' Night" Ghost said

"Good night Ghost" You reply

Ghost left your room and then headed to his. He couldn't help feel guilty about what you went through tonight. If he just had the courage to go up to when he first saw you maybe none of this would've happened to you.

As he finally let himself back into his room, he collapsed on the bed.

He got out his phone, texted you "It's Ghost". He then typed in the phrase he saw on your back into the latin to english Google translate section, Ghost chuckled at the result:

mortuorum vigilate dorsum = The Dead watch my back

[quitesins]

Spices from the South

Masterlist

Bakugou x fem!reader.

Tags: SFW, drabble, kinda headcanons, ooc, implied South Asian reader with no physical attributed stated! Established relationship, this is clearly for a very specific niche[me :3] -oh god wait this is not describing reader as spicy or anything- I’m legitimately talking about food here.

I like to think Katsuki would absolutely LOVE south Asian food. He’s always liked his spices so dishes from desh always have been a fave.

Normally he’s the one to cook at home, taking pride in his skills but if you decide to cook, he’s eyebrows up, eager to see what you make.

Even if your tastes are milder, he still drools over it. Something about the domesticity of it all, how he can imagine you over and over again, flittering away through his kitchen, like it’s your own- really, it will be soon.

This is a given, who doesn’t like samosas, but he will nom his way through as many as you hand him. However do not point out how the spikes of his hair look awfully familiar because he will nom YOU, a weird trait he developed that he insists is to tease but you know- the soft bites to your cheeks are just his unspoken affections.

Katsuki- he’ll deny it- has a slight sweet tooth. Mishti is a bit much for him at times, but he’ll never drop the chance to have Shemai. He’s actually such a sucker for the stuff. Even when he does the dad thing of “I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.” You will never not catch him with a bowl of it by the end of the night.

He’s never been one to drink much tea, but tell me once you put him on, he’s been put on. Can no longer drink tea without spices swimming around in his pot. He’s picked up the habit of offering Masala Saa, the way you make it, when his parents come over. His mother laughs and ruffles his hair, his father sips with a knowing smile- you’re everywhere, even when you’re not.

Katsuki has always been a fast learner, so watching you, he’s already picked up a bunch of recipes. Much to your chagrin, he will out cook you- without even trying!! Gifted bastard…

To be specific he absolutely loves a Kacchi Biryani, it’s just such a … him dish lol. Especially when he ups the heat. Mind the awful joke kacchan biryani though, you might be his girlfriend love of his life but he will deadpan and stop talking to you until you’ve come off the giggles.

Ever so organised, Katsuki is one to have all his spices and herbs labelled and stored away neatly. When you ask if you can add your own labels, in your mother tongue, he thinks it should tick him off but it doesn’t. Instead, when you’re away, he thumbs the labels, a little messier than his printed handwriting, somehow smitten over the tiny pieces of you left behind.

He’ll even make the effort to try learn the names, knowing you have a cute habit of forgetting the English words- that has you trying to describe the spices through wild hand gestures and silly sounds. When you both do finally communicate and figure out the mystery spice, a little part of him doesn’t wish to give you the English, so he can watch you animatedly describe what an elaichi is, all over again.

He’s too far gone, he thinks, that anything you do has him smiling like dumbass. That stupid little interactions like these have his heart weird and warm. He’ll shake his head, maybe it’s the heartburn, but he god damn knows it isn’t. It’s you, and he fucking loves it.

Extra: Me thinks Kats’ is a fuckin grandma who straight up chews Naga Moriss like it’s nothin’- to your absolute disbelief. He’ll even pop a few in his mouth before work, just to get his sweat going… Katsuki!!! You’re the worst!!!

Haiii guyssssssss, yeah man Idk I was just cooking and delulu brain was like damn, Kats’ would fuckin love this. Idrc what the actual English spellings are for the words I used, I’m just writing the way I speak so if google doesn’t show them- sorry!

[cumtastiics]

NEW YANDERE OC

any questions about meera? send asks! drabble below image !

"I'm sorry," she held a bouquet of flowers with a small bear holding it in front of you.

"Sorry? You told my friends to stay away from me!" You scoffed, annoyed at her.

"Maaf kurdo, please..?" (forgive me)

You knew she always switched to Urdu when she was feeling upset, or emotional for that matter.

"..Just come back inside."

[kantyji]

thinking about desi!kaeya who is your garba partner 🥹 matching outfits with you everyday, from whites to greens to pinks to yellows....you both do it all. bonus points if you all match mehindi and nail designs??? pls yaar i would literally faint. bro's gorgeous and he knows it, the way he sways to the music and claps his dandiya's together, all while having fun and making it the best week for the both of you >> 🫶