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A slow burn where Joaquin Torres and the redder like each other but they keep dancing around it even though everyone else knows and tells them all the time.

@samwilson-mylove honey, I could not thank you enough for this request I have literally worked on this for 3 weeks to make it a cute fluff with a hint of angst that Joaquin and the reader deserves! I tried my best, hope you like it :)

Project Aphrodite

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Avenger!Reader (Romantic)

Yelena x reader, Peter Parker x Reader, Kate x Reader(Platonic)

Premise - When the Avengers get tired of watching you and Joaquin dance around your feelings for each other, they take matters into their own hands

Word Count - 5.7K (Approx)

Warnings - brief mention of sex, a shit ton of fluff :)

Note - The whole story is set around somewhere between Thanksgiving and New Year, and I have made it into a Holiday Fic. I am not very known at US festivals and I just wrote whatever I knew from movies and web series. It's an AU so everyone is alive and well.

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---/---/---

Thanksgiving, 25 November

“You’re staring darling.”

“Shut it Parker” you growl.

You were staring. God, how could he be so fucking flawless?

You would expect someone on their third lap around the Avengers compound to be drenched in sweat, breaking breath, looking 2 minutes away from death, but not Joaquin. He was unfazed by it. From the top floor gym, your eyes didn’t leave him every time he appeared in front of the glass-paned gym.

“They’re still dancing around?” a high-pitched voice with a Russian accent came from behind you. Yelena was looking at you and Peter as she stood near the dumbbells, mouth wide open. “Sadly yes” Peter let out a dramatic sigh and looked at you. You rolled your eyes.

From his arrival in the compound, you two clicked right away. You became friends in no time. You were a team on and off the field. You trusted each other to have your back. So much that you could walk into a gunfight blindfolded without a second thought because you know he will have your back. But somewhere between the innocent smiles and hand holdings, you realized you liked him more than a friend.

It was obvious to everyone who looked at you that you liked each other. Despite being an agent of shield and an Avenger, kicking asses on the field, and being accepted in the Avengers after helping them in Sokovia, you were scared to tell him your true feelings towards him. You didn’t know what he felt about you. You didn’t want to lose him; he was a kind person. And he has been a good friend. You don’t want to hurt him. You could never hurt him.

It was a disaster. And you were sure by the side glances you received from your colleagues every time they saw you two together, everyone knew it.

Yelena and Peter stood on either side of you watching him as he wiped his face with the rim of his sleeveless shirt. His toned abs are on full display. Yelena let out a low whistle

"Y/N bag him or I will" Peter replied.

“Hey!” all three of you turned as Kate cried out from the treadmills, “Are you done? Can a girl work out in peace without everyone drooling over that poor guy? Thank you”

“Ignore her she’s just trying to impress Clint Barton,” said Yelena, her gaze never leaving Joaquin.

“I heard that”

“Well running on a treadmill won’t do it. Tell her to go shoot something” Peter followed.

“I heard that too!”

“Okay, I just realized Tony asked me to help him with something so I will leave. Now.” As much as you loved all your friends, it was simply intolerable once they ask you to pick sides after they break out into a brawl over the tiniest arguments. You pick up your bag and exit the gym.

Behind you, Yelena, Peter, and Kate stood in a circle.

“I guess we have to start project Aphrodite right fricking now! I cannot handle one more minute of this… regency romance shit.” Kate whispered.

“Can we call it project Eros instead? He was the god of love after all” Peter says.

“No, it’s too late for that.” Kate stopped, “although, we can call it Project Cupid because…”

“Okay, enough with the Greek Gods references Percy Jackson Fanclub we need to go.” Yelena hissed out.

“You read Percy Jackson?” both of them asked in unison.

“Yeah, all of them. "I am not uncultured, I assassinated people," she said proudly.

Kate remained speechless as Peter announced, "OK, we are getting distracted. Let’s execute stage one tonight.”

“Yeah okay, let’s go!” they high-fived each other and headed outside.

Stage One - The Elevator

Three days after Thanksgiving, 28 November

“Wait!” you say as you near the elevator. Someone pushes their hand out and stops the doors from closing. You run inside and look up at the person to thank them. You meet a pair of lovely brown eyes.

“hey” He smiles

"Hello," you reply as you stand next to him as the elevator starts to move.

“You’re heading to the conference?” he asks.

“Yes. I was halfway through my coffee when I saw the message. I ran right here.” You let out an awkward laugh.

“Same, I just got up.” He laughs with you.

You hear a peculiar sound echo through the metal walls of the elevator, and a few seconds later it stopped.

Eight floors above you, Peter, Kate, and Yelena cheered in his room watching the security footage. “Okay, jam the mobile networks.” Yelena turned to Peter who was already on his laptop typing away. Meanwhile, Kate made sure nobody noticed they were messing with security and bypassed the security footage and elevator status so they appeared to be working. The fake conference e-mail was a stupid idea but somehow it worked!

Which meant, you and Joaquin were stuck in there for as long as they wanted.

“Are you getting any service?” he asks as he walks around the elevator looking through his phone. You took a seat on the floor leaning against the wall, facing the door, and looking at him. You gave up on contacting someone as you saw no service on your phone.

“Joaquin” you call out as he gazes at you with a worried expression. He was tense about the situation.

“Have a seat” you tap the floor next to you. He looks at you and then at the floor and takes a seat, splaying his legs out. He leans against the wall and takes a long exhale.

He sighs. "We're going to be late for the conference.”

“I know.” You look at him to see his eyes closed and his head tilted towards the ceiling.

“Others will know our situation. I believe they are trying to get us out this very moment." You smile sympathetically at him.

“They will probably think I skipped it knowingly.”

“What! No! Why would you think that?”

“I just don’t want Sam to think I'm falling behind. I have to be the highest at everything. He’s Captain America! He is perfect, the leader of our team, and one of the finest people I have ever encountered. What if he thinks I’m not capable of the title of Falcon if I can’t even get to a conference in time?"

You sit up and look at him. You never thought Joaquin might doubt himself. He always carried himself with such confidence and courage, that it was difficult to believe he ever felt low.

“You know, on my first mission with the Avengers, I tried my best to keep my cool but I was terrified.” You closed your eyes as you recalled your first mission. You never talked about this to anyone, and he was the first one to hear this, "I saw all these super people rushing in and out of buildings carrying injured people in carriers and saving them from robots and I felt… small. I was just a girl, fighting alongside Gods and super soldiers with the experience I know I could never gain. But then after the fight, we came back to the compound, and the whole ride back, I realized I have put them on a pedestal all my life. I thought they were invincible, but I saw that they were just like the rest of us. With worries, fears, and memories.”

You continue when he doesn’t say anything, “So stop comparing yourself to them. They have done this for longer than any of us. When they first started, they fought, they got hurt but they always stood together. If that is not human, I don’t know what is. Of course, you will be behind them, maybe for a month or a year, but then you will get better. So, stop trying to be flawless among people who aren't either. Be yourself, and move forward at your own pace.”

Upon gazing at him, you realize that he was already looking at you, stunned. You kept looking at each other for some time

“Thank you. "Y/N, I didn’t know I needed that.” His face relaxes into a gentle smile. You subconsciously copy his. “I never thought you would feel this way. I mean, I have seen trained killers running away looking at you." He lets out a laugh, “Also because you run headfirst into danger any chance you get.”

That caught you off guard and you laughed, throwing your head back, “Yeah, Tony says I got that from Steve.”

You laughed together, the stuck elevator no longer bothering you. And just then, the elevator starts to move. It opens on the designated floor, and Steve is standing there with bed hair.

“The conference hasn’t started?” Joaquin’s voice breaks you from the utter shock of watching the former Captain America standing in front of you in a sweatshirt. He never wears a sweatshirt.

“What conference?” he asks you.

Stage Two - Movie Night

A random evening, 10 December

“Hey Y/N” Peter called you as you exited the elevator. It was movie night, and you were always early to set up the living area with Natasha and Steve.

“Hey Peter!” you said.

“I need your help actually," Peter said.

“Okay,” you reply, a bit bewildered. Peter never asked for help.

“It’s a school project about a report on the most influential books of the 20th century. Given the fact that you read so many books, you must give me an idea.” He smiled.

“Okay, sure. But…”

“No! Y/N you must give me an idea right now.” He said again.

You squint your eyes at him. Peter never acted like this. “Are you okay?” you ask him.

“No. I mean, yeah, a little tensed. I need to submit it in three days. Ned and MJ have already done it, so yes, he said. You softened a bit. “Okay.” You give him a warm smile and write down some ideas in his notebook.

At the same time, Yelena and Kate stopped Joaquin on the doorsteps of his room and started asking him about his latest mission. “Joaquin, I want to hear everything about it!’ Kate said excitedly as she looked at Yelena for help. “Yeah, yeah! I’m really eager to know about your time there.” She said with a forced smile.

“Guys, I already told you, I didn’t see much. It was an intelligence mission, nothing very exciting.” He spoke.

“But you must have seen something,” Kate said again.

“Okay, let me think. Oh!” he said excitedly.

“What!” they repeated

“I saw the café where they shot some scenes from Ocean’s Eleven."

“I thought there were only five oceans,” Yelena said.

“No, it's a movie,” Kate said.

“let’s watch it tonight! If we got there early, at least Peter won’t put on Star Wars again.”

They looked at each other as to what to do next but in this hesitation, they let Joaquin go. When they realized, he was already in the elevator. Coincidentally, you walked in at the same time. Everyone was already there, and there were only a few seats left. You looked around for the usual binbag you sat on everytime, but it was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, hey Y/N. Hi Joaquin!” Peter cried out from the couch, crushed between Sam and Bucky.

“What? Looks like there is only one seat left for you two” Yelena said from her place beside Kate and Natasha. They shared a look.

“Yelena, you were…” Joaquin was about to ask how she was here before him but then Tony’s booming voice came through the speakers-

“OKAY EVERYONE TAKE THEIR SEATS AND STAY QUIET I’M STARTING THE MOVIE!”

“Tony! Calm down!” Steve shouted from his seat.

“I AM CALM! I AM STARTING THE MOVIE! BABY FALCON TAKE YOUR SEAT!” he screamed into the wireless mic connected to the surround sound system.

“I regret suggesting the mic system every time for this…” Clint pointed to Tony and sat back with Natasha.

You glanced at Joaquin to see him looking at you.

“After you,” he said.

You sheepishly sat on the love seat trying your best to leave space for him. But it wasn’t enough. He sat really close to you; your sides pressed together. So much that you could feel his body heat. This was the closest you have ever been.

“Here,” he took both of your legs and put them on his. You were practically sitting on his lap, leaning against his body.

“Are you comfortable or…” you stated but he cut you off.

“No, no this is fine.” He smiled at you.

His familiar scent engulfed you. It was a mix of the sandalwood soap you gifted him on thanksgiving, and a scent so like him. His features softened when he caught you looking at him. He smiled and went back to watch the movie, while you reminded yourself to breathe and turned back to the movie.

Peter, Yelena, and Kate shared a silent victory.

Stage Three – The Ball

Stark's Christmas Party, 24 December

As Yelena walked up to the bar, she fiddled with her emerald choker necklace. For the ball, Natasha forced her into a golden dress gown, which she absolutely loathed. It was not her color, and it had no pockets.

Peter looked at her from his seat as she stood near him, “Wow Yelena, you look…”

She didn’t let him finish, “One word about this dress and I’ll hang you on the ceiling” she stared daggers at him.

He was dressed in a blue suit complete with a tie. He was here as a normal intern at stark industries, not as spiderman.

“Ready?” Kate waltzes in between them before Yelena actually hangs him from the ceiling. Yelena looks at her and realizes she was wearing the same dress she wore to her mother’s Christmas ball a year ago. That certainly did not help as memories of their horrid elevator conversation surfaced in her mind.

“Absolutely. Let’s do this.” Peter stands up from his seat and looks at the DJ for the night, none other than his high school frenemy, Flash. He signals him with a thumbs up, and he nods in agreement.

For the third stage, they could not get a better setting to play matchmaker to you both than the Annual Christmas Party of Tony Stark. As Kate once said, what better way to kickstart a romance than a ball?

On the other side of the room, you were standing in a corner drinking champagne. You would enjoy a ball or a party any other day, but your eyes searched for someone who was not present that evening. You looked rather stunning wearing the backless violet dress Kate laid out for you, a bit of smoky eye makeup paired with diamond earrings. You looked like you walked out of a Bond movie. But the friendly compliments and jealous stares all evening meant nothing because you awaited that one person to look at you.

It was crazy. You felt like you were a teenager again, crushing on a guy way above your league. Then watching him helplessly as he dated the popular girls and paid no attention to you. Still, somewhere, a tiny voice in your head said

But he is different.

As you saw guests and colleagues waltz on the dance floor, you couldn’t take it any longer. He wasn’t here of course and looking at the happy couples dancing to the music without any care in this world, you missed him.

But as you turned around to head towards the elevator to your room, you bumped into someone. You stepped back to apologize but one look at his face and the words died on your tongue.

You were certain he stole the outfit from a movie, but you can't quite remember which one, because one glimpse at him and you were lost. He was dressed in a three-piece black and white suit. His hair, which he always combed and kept down, was falling over his forehead in its natural elegant curls.

And his breast pocket contained a pocket square, Violet. He was awestruck looking at you, his jaw slightly open.

“Hi.” He finally says

“Hey Joaquin” you smile at him.

“You look pretty.” He smiles at you.

“You look pretty too,” you say to him.

“Thank you. Didn’t know we would be matching.” He lets out a laugh, glancing at his pocket square. He made a mental note to thank Peter for forcing him to wear the pocket square. What a coincidence!

"Yeah, I see." you laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand.

“You look like Vesper Lynd from Casino Royale", he says.

Your eyes met his and it clicked. James Bond. Of course, he was dressed exactly like James Bond.

“Well, you look like Bond, so I guess we are actually matching.” You shyly confess.

And then the music slowed down and another song started playing ---

“I love this song!” you cry out.

“Really, me too!” he says.

“Wanna dance?” he asks as the opening lines to an infamous One Direction song blasts through the speakers.

You run to the dance floor and laugh as you see Joaquin walking on the dance floor bopping his head to the music. Peter, Yelena, and Kate join you and you form a circle to dance and sing along with the lyrics. It didn’t take long for others to join and the dance floor soon turned into a rave. Peter absolutely kills his early 2010s dance moves as all of you cheer him on.

When the song ended, it faded into a slow dance number.

Peter quickly turns to Kate and takes her hand. She starts dancing with him as Yelena grabs hold of Steve and they sway to the music. He looked puzzled at first but he would never say no to a girl for a dance.

And that left the two of you. Your heart beats faster as he turns to you and offers his hand. You look at it and then at Joaquin and take his hand. The warmth of his hand is welcoming as he leads you to the center. He places his hand on your bare back and you place yours on his shoulder.

You moved together, his eyes never leaving yours. He swayed you slowly to the music, you followed his lead. At that moment, you felt like nothing else mattered in his arms.

“I was about to leave the party a while ago,” he says halfway through.

“Why?” you ask him.

“I don’t know, just felt really uneasy. Everyone was circling me asking so many questions about the falcon, Sam, and Bucky. So, I was standing in a corner looking at everyone and then, I saw you.”

Your heart pounded as soon as he said that. Suddenly you notice how he feels against your body. You were too engrossed with each other to notice almost all the Avengers looking at you two, sharing knowing looks.

“You looked beautiful; I couldn’t leave without meeting you. And it looked like you were searching for someone.” He gives you a sly smirk. You couldn’t help yourself as heat rise up to your face.

Is there any chance that he actually likes you back?

Lost in his eyes, you did not notice two figures watching you a bit too eagerly from the bar.

"That worked out way better than I thought it would” Kate announces as she brings shots to where Peter and Yelena stood, looking at Joaquin make his way off the floor.

“What do you think he said to her?” Yelena asks as she gulps down the whole drink in one go.

“Well, she left smiling as Christmas came early, so I guess he said something flattering,” Peter says, wincing as the burning tequila makes its way down his throat.

“Wait, how old are you?” Kate asks Peter but is interrupted by Natasha’s silky voice coming from behind her.

“So, what’s the next stage of Project Aphrodite?”

They whipped their heads to her and looked at each other in absolute horror.

“Oh please,” she laughs, “I knew something was off at movie night. You three won’t stop smiling at each other, even when Henry Cavil was on screen”

They groaned in unison. Everyone knew about the ever-present love of the trio for Henry Cavil. Of course, it was Natasha who figured out the whole thing first. It was expected, but they thought they were careful.

“Whatever you’re planning, we want in,” Tony slides in and smacks Peter’s head while taking his glass away, “so you stop making minors drink at my party.”

Peter whispers a quiet “Sorry” that got overshadowed by Bucky, “Yeah, it’s been a while since I played matchmaker.” He arrives with Steve on his heels and Clint and Banner slide in too.

Yelena, Peter, and Kate exchange glances and tell them about the next phase.

Stage Four – The Mistletoe

Christmas Eve, 25 December

Joaquin woke up to the faint sound of Christmas music. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles at the thought of you.

Last night was magical for him. You looked gorgeous in that dress as you danced with him. The way that one curl of your hair fell on your face, how you laughed while dancing to your favorite song. You were known for being the bubbly and lively member of the Avengers, but it was the first time he saw you like that. Blissful.

He gets up throws away the covers and suddenly shivers.

“Friday”, he asks in a sleepy tone, “can you please raise the temperature?" He puts on his sweater.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible Mr. Torres.” The automated voice fills in.

“Why?” he asks, confused.

“The system is rebooting; it will take me an hour to get the compound’s heating system online.”

He stops in his steps. The only person who had authorization for the system reboot was Tony. Why would he do it on Christmas morning?

He didn’t think much about it as he got fresh and walked to the common room/kitchen. The only place that had a heating system of its own, separate from the rest of the compound. As he neared, he could hear the Avengers cheering from the kitchen, and when he reached the threshold, he knew why it was so.

There was a huge bush of mistletoe hanging on the archway leading to the common room, and Sam and Bucky were standing under it.

Looking at both of their disgusted faces, he bursts out laughing. Bucky shoots him a death glare and he shuts up.

“I did not sign up for this, this was supposed to be fun! We were- CLINT FOR GOD’S SAKE PUT THE CAMERA DOWN!”

“It’s a smartphone, grandpa!” His voice came from somewhere behind Natasha.

“What the hell man? Just kiss me and get done with it! You’re making this awkward.” Sam shouted.

Bucky looked up at the ceiling begging for tolerance. He looked at Sam and left a peck on his cheek. Everyone groaned in frustration. “Boo!” Tony screamed as he threw popcorn at Bucky and Sam as they walked into the room.

He was so absorbed in their drama that he failed to notice the figure standing beside him as he walked into the room.

“Stop!” Peter screamed and shot up from his seat. He stops and instinctively looks to his side, and freezes.

It was you.

In your oversized hoodie and unkempt hair, it seemed like you just woke up and walked into the kitchen. You looked rather cute like that. But looking at him, your eyes widened and any remnants of sleep left your body.

You were standing in the doorway, under the mistletoe.

“Guys…” you turned first, raising your hands as to negotiate, but they had already started chanting; “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You looked at him as his face was frozen in horror. You wanted to say something but you could barely gather your thoughts as the voices around you overwhelmed you.

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He said loud enough for you to hear, but low enough so the others won’t.

“Do you want to do it?” you ask him. And you saw him blushing hard.

“Okay.”

He said nothing as he leaned forward. You could swear time was moving painfully slow but you met his lips eventually. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips and retreated. You didn’t even have the chance to feel all the emotions flowing through you when you saw everyone cheer! You look at him and he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and walked away. His hurried steps led him outside.

The laughter died down after the others noticed what happened. Tony looked back and forth between him and you while Kate, Yelena, and Peter looked sympathetically at you. Your heart broke. Your anger grew.

You paid no heed to what everyone around you was saying and followed him. When Peter tried to follow, Yelena grabbed his hand. “We did what we could. Now it’s up to them”. He looked at Kate and saw her nodding too. He stayed back.

You stepped outside to see everything was covered in a light fall of snow, like a white blanket. And your hoodie and pajamas did nothing to protect you from the harsh winter air. You looked around trying to see where he went, and it suddenly hit you.

Of course, he went there.

---/---/---

One year ago

It was a quiet evening, the sun setting over the New York horizon, the water of the lake calm and still. You were sitting under a tree near the compound's lake reading your book. It had been a grueling week. After three consecutive missions offshore, you were finally back at the compound. You wanted to do nothing but sit and read quietly.

You didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you, but from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure standing some few feet away from you, looking at the Lake. You close your book and look at him. He was wearing a black bomber jacket over jeans. His face was turned away from you, and he didn’t look familiar.

He turned towards you, smiled, and said “Hi.”

You waved at him with a smile and then his face changed into one of surprise.

“You’re Y/N, right?” he asked, “I, uh, I saw you on TV” he rubbed the back of his head which you would later realize was a nervous tactic of him.

That made you laugh. He started walking towards you and you got up from your seat. He stands a few feet away from you and up close you could see he was a handsome man. His clothes might have been basic but they were clean and proper, his stance straight.

Military

You could tell his hair was growing out beyond the frame of his usual hairstyle, and his smile, goddamn, was calming. His gaze turned to the book you were holding. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, it’s just Sam told me to wait here and I thought nobody was here.”

“It’s alright. You know Sam?”

“Yeah, I am supposed to officially meet everyone tomorrow but he bought me here today to give a tour.”

And you remembered Steve talking about a new recruit during the missions, how Sam gave him the mantle of Falcon now that he is Captain America.

“You’re the new recruit.” You said with a sly smile, holding your book close to your chest. He gave you a lopsided grin,

“Yes ma’am.”

“Please, It’s just Y/N”

“Okay Y/N, I’m Joaquin. Nice to meet you.” And you shake hands.

“Well Y/N, I hope you help me out when I get here.” He speaks

“Of course, I will.” You said as Sam arrived. He took Joaquin with him, and while walking back, he turned and waved at you.

From time to time, you would find yourself in the same place with him. After a long mission or a bad day, or when you just wanted to get out, you would sit there and he would join you after a while.

You never told anyone this and neither did he. It was your escape, away from everyone.

---/---/---

You see him standing at the exact place where you met him for the first time a year ago. Instead of the warm and welcoming summer evening, it was a cold winter morning. He was overlooking the partially frozen lake of the compound. You approached him, the wind blowing behind you penetrating the thin layer of your hoodie and invading your skin, making you shiver. He looked back at you and let out a frustrated sigh.

“What are you doing here Y/N?”

“What are you doing here? You just ran out of there without a word!” you scream out.

“What was I supposed to say after that?" He pointed towards the compound, “Please just, let me gather my thoughts.”

“Gather your thoughts? You left me standing in front of everyone after you kissed me.”

“I just wanted to get out.”

“Oh, was it that terrible? That you ran out!” you scream in frustration, hot tears brimming in your eyes.

His gaze softened when he realized how he had hurt you unknowingly.

“I looked like a complete idiot. Everyone was looking at me and… and you just left me there!”

He stepped towards you with quick steps through the snow and cupped your face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t realize how much I hurt you I never meant to do so I’m sorry.”

Tears kept falling as you stood there unmoving, his hands too warm to move away from, you leaned into his touch.

“I just got nervous. I’m sorry Y/N”

“It’s alright.” You say honestly, looking at him. You move closer and wrap your arms around him, engulfed in his warmth. He hugged you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Just don’t ever run away leaving me with Tony staring at me like mannequins.” His chest rumbled with laughter as he said, “Okay. I promise I won’t leave you.”

You look up to see him looking at you.

“Ever.” He said before leaning in slowly towards your lips. You stand on your tiptoes and kiss him. His lips were cold, but they were so soft. Unlike the previous one, this one was better. He placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer. You dared and placed your hands on his shoulder, pushing him towards you. When you both retreated, you were breathless.

“I like you a lot.” You blurt out before you could stop yourself. He raised his eyebrows and let out a laugh. “I like you too. His puffy lips turned into a smirk, and you both giggled. You visibly shiver as cold air blows on your back. He looks at you and realizes you are just in your hoodie and sweatpants.

"Y/N! It's 35 degrees where's your coat!"

"I... I was finding you." your teeth clatter as you speak, realizing how cold it was once your anger died down. He zips down his jacket and wraps you under it, sharing his jacket with you. You hug his torso and lean onto his side.

"Let's go inside, get you warm." He places a kiss on your forehead and you walk inside, never once leaving his side.

---/---/---

Bonus Scene

New Year's Eve, 1 January

“Okay. Tell me when you both realized that you were it!” Carol sat in front of you both after the New Year’s Dinner at the compound. Following a heavy dinner, everyone sat down together in the common room with blankets spread on the floor and the sofas. Everyone was present with their families, even Carol showed up from some galaxy she told us was 30 light-years away from ours.

You looked at Joaquin while sitting on his lap at the same time he looked at you, and smiled, “I don’t know, it’s just one day I realized maybe I cared about him a bit more than friends should.”

He laughed and hugged your waist, “well it was on the elevator for me. She told me something that I needed to hear for a long time. I realized what my true feelings were towards her.” You shared warm smiles reminiscing that day.

“Whoa, elevator? When did this happen?” Carol asked in a teasing tone.

“Right after Thanksgiving, we were stuck in an elevator for almost 30 minutes.”

“wait,” Laura, the former Mockingbird, and Clint’s wife, added, “And nobody overruled the system to get you out.”

Clint and Tony shared a look that made them realize they had messed up.

“Uh Y/N…” Clint began but then Joaquin spoke up, “No. And when we reached the floor we saw Steve. He said there was no conference. But we got e-mails. Both of us.”

“What?” Laura was about to say something when Clin caught her hand and gestured for her to stop talking.

“That’s weird,” Carol said quietly.

“C’mon guys you are overthinking this!” Sam tried to cheer you up but you suddenly brainstormed while turning to Joaquin, “Why were you wearing the purple square at the Christmas ball? The same shade as mine?”

He looked confused for a minute before he answered, “I was going for a white one, matching my shirt but Peter told me to wear the square.”

“Kate bought the violet dress for me; I was planning to wear something else.” You reply automatically, the gears in your head turning.

“The Movie Night. When we sat together, my binbag was missing. That’s why we had to sit together.”

“And we were the last to arrive although…”

You both slowly turned to Peter, Yelena, and Kate sitting together not far from you, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Peter was with me.”

“Kate and Yelena were with me.” You both speak at the same time.

Peter saw the exact moment when it dawned on your face, which pretty soon turned into a scowl.

“Did you set us up?” You could feel Joaquin standing up behind you as you said that.

“Okay guys it backfired, RUN!” Kate whispered and the trio was on their feet in record time.

You ran behind them, Joaquin on your toes while your fighting instincts kicked in. The Avengers could do nothing but watch as the almost comical chase broke out in front of them.

You cornered Peter around a table while Joaquin grabbed Kate's arms. He held her tight as she tried to wiggle away.

“We were sick and tired of watching you drool over each other, okay! You were not doing anything so we had to step in!” Peter screamed.

“And judging by the noises I heard last night coming from your room, you sounded really happy,” Yelena shouted standing on the open kitchen’s tabletop. You and Joaquin looked at her, shooting daggers from your eyes but she continued, “I share a wall with you Y/N.” and smirked.

You let out a scream and lunged at Peter, who shot webs on the ceiling and swung towards Yelena. Kate managed to get away from Joaquin, and the cat chase continued.

"Should we stop them?" Bruce asked everyone.

"Nah, I want to see how this turns out," Carol announced with a sly smirk.

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Movies Referenced - Immortals (Henry Cavil), Casino Royale(Y/N and Joaquin's dresses for the evening are directly inspired by the pool table scene with Vesper and Bond)

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Home For Christmas

12 Days of Christmas: Day 4

Plot: You think this Christmas will be the second one in a row without Joaquin home. But, unbeknownst to you, he has a surprise up his sleeve.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Gn!reader

A/N: I did not specify which 'Falcon' the ornament was referencing, so you can choose lol.

Warnings: None!

Words: 1k

You had a grin on your face as you walked around the house showing Joaquin the decorations you had put up.

"And, here are our stockings!" You said cheerfully as you panned the camera to the stockings hanging above the fireplace.

You and Joaquin had made them together a few years before. It had been your first Christmas together. And now, this would be your second Christmas in a row apart.

You heard him chuckle. "And what about the ornaments on the tree?"

Turning the camera to the tree in the corner, you walked closer. "I've only put on the lights and tinsel so far. The ornaments were always your favorite part, it feels weird putting them on alone."

"Well maybe when I get some time to call tomorrow, you can prop me up and I can watch."

You smiled as you turned the camera towards your face. "I was hoping you'd say that."

He grinned at you "Did you get the one I sent you?"

Walking over to the table, you flipped the camera. "Yes, I did." You spoke with amusement as you lifted the Falcon themed ornament he had sent you.

"Nice! I want that one right up front!"

"Yes Sir." You chuckled.

Hearing a muffled noise in the background, you saw Joaquin's face change before he looked back into the camera.

"I gotta go love."

You were certain the disappointment showed in your face, but you tried to smile.

"Alright."

"I will see you later okay? I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled more brightly this time. "Be careful, and text me when you can, okay?"

"You got it." He winked as he waved goodbye.

Waving in return, you saw the screen go black before the call ended. You sighed as you looked over at the tree, feeling your chest tighten a bit. It never felt right when he wasn't here, especially around the holidays. It had been nearly two months since you saw him last, you had both been so busy with work, which unfortunately kept you separate recently.

Setting your phone down, you walked around the house, the only sound you could hear was the padding of your feet on the tile. Recalling two years before, when you and Joaquin decorated the house, you felt a hint of melancholy wash over you.

The whole house had smelled like cookies, as Christmas music played over the speakers. You and Joaquin danced around together, as you decorated. Fighting playfully over which decorations went on the tree that year, before you decided to put all of them. Remembering how crowded and ridiculous the tree looked, you smiled.

After setting out a few more decorations, and cleaning up the kitchen, you headed up the stairs to take a shower. You tried to distract your thoughts with the final few Christmas present you still had to buy.

One decently long shower later, you got dressed, and walked out of the bathroom. You only made it a few steps before you stopped, your heart picking up pace as you felt your senses go into overdrive.

The soft sound of Christmas music could be heard from downstairs. Looking at your phone, you checked to see if you had connected to the speakers. Seeing this was not the case, you slowly and quietly walked towards the stairs.

Peering down the stairway, you could hear the music better, and you heard the sound of soft footsteps near the kitchen. Your heart began pounding in your chest as you quietly made our way down the steps, trying not to make a sound.

Did a family member stop by? A friend? Or was this worse? Your hands were clenched as you tried to remain calm, but prepared.

As you made your way onto the floor, you reached over and pulled an umbrella from the stand by the front door. Stepping around the corner, your whole body jolted as you saw someone standing in the kitchen.

The person stood upright out of surprise as you rounded the corner.

Your heart seemed to jump through your chest at the sight, as emotion welled through you quickly.

"Joaquin?" Your voice was a shrill whisper.

Joaquin's eyes darted from the umbrella in your hand to your face as he grinned "Did I scare you?"

"Did yo- Joaquin!" You threw the umbrella to the ground as you ran over to him.

He rounded the counter quickly as he scooped you into his arms, lifting you off the ground momentarily.

"What are you doing here!?" You voice was heavy with emotion as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

His familiar scent washed over you and you felt tears well in your eyes. You shut them tightly as you heard him chuckle.

"I wanted to surprise you. There was no way I was gonna let you spend two Christmas's in a row without me."

As you let go of each other, you looked into his face and smiled before you softly smacked his shoulder.

"You know I hate being caught by surprise."

He grinned "Even by me?"

You smiled and shook your head as you tugged his collar, pulling him into another hug "You're the exception"

He hugged you tightly before pulling away to press a kiss to your cheek. You gently cupped his face, before you kissed, your chest heavy with emotion and excitement.

When you pulled way he spoke softly in a sing song voice "I got you."

You rolled your eyes lightly "Yes, you did. Where were you when we were talking earlier?"

"Airport." He said with a cheeky smile.

"So you're home for Christmas?" You asked, your voice hopeful.

He nodded "And a bit longer, I got a pretty decent leave. By the time I have to go, you'll be ready to get rid of me."

You shook your head "That would never happen."

He smiled as he pulled you into another quick kiss.

"Now, how about we turn up the Christmas music, make some hot cocoa, and decorate the tree huh?"

A grin spread across your face as you nodded. You let out a startled laugh as Joaquin suddenly scooped you up into his arms and began carrying you into the next room. You held tightly onto him, as joy washed over you.

This was a Christmas you'd never forget.

xx End xx

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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THREE FLOORS

a/n: this idea popped into my idea last night and it was so cute i couldn't not write it. i've been deep into my torres feels lately. so why not a small one shot. even though i don't think it's my best writing, but there's plenty more coming out for him soon. enjoy! (i know the gif isn't him as torres, but he looks so good i had to use it).

summary: a compliment, a three floor ride in an elevator, and all of ten minutes can change your life for the better.

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: joaquín torres x reader

warnings: not explicit, minor cussing, a huge amount of fluff, and a meet-cute.

“You have beautiful brown eyes.”

The compliment had rolled off your tongue faster than you could hold it back. Really it didn’t sound too bad in retrospect. Except then you realized…you two weren’t the only two people around. You only wished you didn’t have to remain in the same room as him—the need to sprint out of there growing by the second. But the way to the door was blocked and there was no way you could push past him and his group of airforce friends.

“Stop fidgeting,” your friend said, glaring your way for the briefest of moments.

“I can’t,” you retorted.

You came to this party for a reason. A friend of your friend had just returned home and with him came a large group of men. All from the airforce. To say you were shocked when you entered their apartment was an understatement. You were floored. Debating on whether or not you actually walked into the correct place. But then you saw your friend and things fell into place—well…almost.

After thirty minutes of sitting on the couch and counting the different types of fake plants he had, you needed a new drink. As well as an escape plan out of there.

One cold beer and a few pretzels later—Joaquín Torres walked in. The white t-shirt he wore was tight across his chest and for a second you lost your train of thought. You’d seen pretty men before. You’d even been near them. Talking to them however—rarely went your way. All it took was for him to smile at you, the question of where he could find another beer leaving his mouth, before you made a complete fool of yourself.

Really if you looked at it a different way…it didn’t seem so bad. Men liked when they were complimented—you hoped. So, what was truly awful about you telling him that his brown eyes were beautiful? At least you stopped yourself there before you nearly let it slip that one look at his eyes and your heart had gone into overdrive. No, that would have definitely been worse.

The worst part about it was…he never responded. Instead, his eyes went wide—mouth parting slightly as he took in your words—and before you could hear him say anything, you were gone. Back to your spot on the couch near your friend; your eyes solely trained on the beer bottle in your hands. If you had the courage, you’d apologize. Explain that every now and then you lost the capability to reign in your thoughts before they were set free. Only you couldn’t even look up.

“What is going on with you?” your friend’s voice broke through the panicked thoughts that sent you into overdrive. “You’ve been squirming for ten minutes.”

Coughing, you tried to get your mind off of whatever it was that happened. “Nothing. I just…I think I’m going to go.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, clearly calling bullshit on your response. “They haven’t even ordered any food yet.”

“That’s okay, I'm not that hungry.”

A lie. You were starving.

“Okay…” She could see right through you, but like a good friend she let you make your own choice. “Call me when you get home.”

You nodded, shoving the denim jacket you brought back on. “I will. Have fun.”

It took you all of ten minutes to rush out—barely catching a glimpse of Joaquín on your way. But you did it. You were finally free and felt like you could take in a breath of fresh air at last. The scuffed up sneakers you wore scraped against the carpeted floor as you headed towards the elevator. While you hadn’t necessarily wanted to leave—it was best that you took your exit before you embarrassed yourself.

Again.

Pressing the button, you heard the echoes of the party filter through the hallway. Yeah…it was definitely better that you left early. You were never one for large parties anyways. Add the fact that you knew only one person and you were ready to keel over the second you walked through the door. What happened with Joaquín only made things worse.

“C’mon,” you muttered watching the lights at the top flip to the numbered floors. Until eventually it hit number three—the top floor.

The doors opened with a creak and you rushed on, ready to rid yourself of any further anxiety. Exhaling, you watched as they began to close; the spoils of the party already behind you. Only you seemed to be shit out of luck today, because someone’s hand shot out—effectively stopping the closed doors. They groaned in pain, a muttered fuck falling from their lips as the doors opened to reveal none other than…Joaquín Torres.

Your day truly couldn’t get any worse.

“Oh shit! Are you okay?” you asked, eyes wide as he shook his hand out and joined you on the elevator.

He smiled, effectively stopping your heart. “Yeah I’m good.”

“Why did you do that?”

He shrugged. “I—ha—guess I’m a little impatient.”

“For the elevator? I would have opened the doors for you.”

“I—didn’t think of that,” he said.

You chuckled, watching as the numbers slowly turned from three to two—the creaking echo sounding more precarious by the second. Although you didn’t really mind. Not when you were standing beside the man who clearly didn’t find your compliment odd enough to never speak to you again.

“Is your hand really okay?” you asked; the shrieking gears making you jump.

“Yeah. Trust me I’ve done stupider things.”

The assured nature in how he said made you believe that, that was in fact true. “Well next time don’t risk your hand just to ride in the elevator.”

“Well…maybe I just wanted to spend three floors with you.”

Spluttering, you tried to form a coherent enough sentence as heat spread quickly to your neck and face. A few minutes ago you were agonizing over having even said anything kind to him, and now you were unable to find something to say. After all, what were you supposed to say? The shrieking elevator came to a stop on the ground floor. The doors opened with a groan as you realized you had all of five seconds to figure it out.

Sparing a glance in his direction—you caught his brown eyes with your own and found that the best way to say anything was to not say anything.

Leaning forward, you pressed the button for the third floor and watched the doors close.

“I thought you had to go,” he said, his lips pulling up into a smile.

You shrugged. “Maybe I just wanted to spend three more floors with you.”

Once again the machine began to move upwards, the silence between you two filled with the audible pain the elevator was being put through. Neither of you cared to listen though. Not when all you could do was smile at one another—the giddy feeling of realizing you both liked each other enough to fill the void of silence. When the doors opened on the third floor, you opened your mouth to say goodbye. Only to shut it again when he pressed the button for the first floor…again.

“Why not three more,” he said, stepping closer to you.

You figured if you didn’t get the words out now—you’d never say them at all. “Look, I’m sorry about the whole beautiful eyes thing. That was weird–”

“No, no I actually came here to thank you,” he said, ending in a breath of nervous laughter.

“Oh–” Glancing at the numbers you watched the flip to number two. “Well then…you’re welcome.”

He smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Nobody’s ever complimented me on my eyes before.”

“Now you’re just lying to me,” you joked.

He shook his head. “No, I'm serious.”

“Why?” It wasn’t a question you should have asked, but to you that seemed ridiculous.

“I don’t know. I’ve got pretty plain eyes. You know. Brown eyes aren’t anything special.”

“That’s not true,” you replied, nearly cutting him off. “They’re special to me.”

The doors creaked open before he could respond and this time you stepped out with him close behind. While you wanted to stay and talk to him more, you knew that the party atmosphere wasn’t your style. Really it would only make you far more anxious than you wanted when talking to him.

“I saw you talking to my friend,” he said, his hands still in his pockets to alleviate the cold breeze that came through the lobby’s open door.

You nodded. “Yeah, he told me who you were. Lieutenant Torres huh? Impressive.”

He laughed and you swore you melted right on the spot. “You’re just boosting my ego at this point, querida.”

“Apparently someone has to if you think brown eyes are so plain,” you said, smiling when he stepped even closer to you.

The both of you fell into silence once more, his eyes roving over your face—drinking in your features with a small grin on his lips. It shouldn’t be this easy to fall for someone. But there you were. Feeling your heart stutter in your chest as he simply watched you. If you had the courage you’d kiss him, but whatever strength you had flew out the window the second he moved closer.

“I should go back up there,” he said—the disappointment bleeding through his words.

“Yeah…” He didn’t move. “Unless–”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyebrows lifting slightly.

“If you’re okay leaving early I was going to get some food. Would you…want to join me?”

He smiled fully, nearly knocking you off your feet. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Laughing, you stepped away from him as he pressed the elevator button one last time to go grab his things. If someone had told you that you were going on a date after only being at the party for two hours max you would have thought they hit their head. To think all it took was three floors on an elevator to make it happen.

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kyleraynermybeloved · 6 months

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Don't You Dare

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x GN!Reader Summary: Whoever said nothing wrong could happen with baking was wrong! Warnings: just fluff Word Count: 530 A/N: I thought maybe a nice domestic drabble would suffice. I love Joaquin and I hope you enjoy this!!!!! Masterlist

Joaquin finally had a day off after being on so many missions. You wanted to surprise him by baking some of his favorite treats, chocolate chip cookies and cupcakes. He had come home in the early morning, looking exhausted and you turned him to the bedroom telling him to get some sleep which he reluctantly did after seeing how determined you were to see him rest.

A little after midday Joaquin woke up to the smell of freshly baked cookies, leading him to the kitchen where you stood with the cute Valentine’s apron you donned most days, placing the fresh batch onto the counter to cool. The kitchen was getting warm from the oven being used, it felt amazing compared to the cold weather that was slowly seeping into the house.

Once you caught your sleepy eyed lover inhaling over half of the still cooling batch you smacked his hands away with a grin, persuading him to help you with the cupcakes. Batter already done, he helped you pour it into an even amounts in the liners. The only thing left was to make the frosting and that was going well until you gave him full control of mixing.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you even think about throwing that at me!” you shrieked, running away from where he had a spoonful of frosting readily aimed at you. He chased after you with his own laughter bouncing off the walls of the small kitchen, circling you around the island before firing at you, hitting your cheek as you retreated back, almost fully out of the way.

“There, I think that’s more fitting for your sweet personality, my love.”

You stood with a glint in your eyes as you came up with an excellent idea.

“I hope you're prepared for the aftermath that’s to come. Would be a shame if-” inching closer to the island counter, keeping eye contact with him, a smirk on his face as he took you in. You grabbed some flour and immediately threw it at him, “This was to happen!”

He stood there for a moment, taking in what just happened, dusting flour off his face. “Oh, you’re in for it now. Get back here!”

An all out war occurred, flour, powdered sugar, and frosting going everywhere as you giggled, followed by his laughter whenever your shots were blocked. All prior activities long forgotten in favor of the sweet, carefree and joyful moment.

Joaquin catches you, pulling you into his chest, swaying you both in his embrace. He hums, nose nudging your cheek, “Thank you for the treats, and the forced nap. I really needed this after the exhausting few weeks I’ve had.”

“Of course, I’m glad I was able to alleviate some of the tension for you. But remember, these are supposed to last you for the next two days so don’t eat them all in one sitting, you glutton.”

You turn back to the oven once the alarm goes off, not wanting them to burn. Glancing back at him you see him looking at you with a loving smile, feeling your cheeks heat up and you shy away moving back to the task at hand.

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t-nd-rfoot · 1 year

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October & November // t-nd-rfoot fic recs

In the two months that I've been on this site, I've read so many amazing fics that I love to this day so I'm starting a monthly list of my fic recs! ✨

Also I want to be able to find these easier than scrolling through my blog

Please let me know if your titles need editing or if you prefer to not be tagged!

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Prompts "that sounds like you and me right there." by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Drabbles imagine bucky needing cuddles by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

One Shots Easy by @jadedvibes saturday. by @creativebeang

Series for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations

Joaquin Torres

One Shots el tiemp nos alejó by @rodrikstark

Rhett Abbott

One Shots rumor by @bonitanightmxres sleep without you by @bonitanightmxres

Top Gun: Maverick

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Drabbles bob handing out candy by @rosesvioletshardy "what's your favorite type of rock?" by @aestheticpearl

One Shots bird strike by @writingdumpster Don't Touch My Boots by @thebirdandthebee drunk by @lorecraft pumpkin carving by @siempre-bucky return to me by @lt-bradshaw Scrapbook by @siempre-bucky The Six Times You Met Bob Floyd in School and The One Time You Didn't by @lt-natrace turducken, a fall story by @demxters

Series fall by @demxters (completed)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

One Shots Birdstrike by @an-unknown-writers-world Come Hell or High Water by @awaywith-thefaeries Even Though I'm Leaving by @wombtotombx In Sickness and In Health by @fandomxpreferences Nothing to Lose by @topgun-imagines take the day by @siempre-bucky The Best Thing That's Ever Been mine by @sweetlittlegingy worth it by @hangmanbrainrot

Series baby, i'm high octane by @laracrofted (ongoing)

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Headcanons Decorating for Christmas HCs by @fanboygarcia Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia dating single mom pilot!reader HCs by @fanboygarcia

Henry Cavill and Characters

Henry Cavill

Drabbles smitten by @hencav

One Shots cute distractions by @hencav

Captain Syverson

One Shots I Told You by @cinebration

August Walker

Drabbles my girls by @keanureevesisbae

One Shots Softy on the inside by @iamemy4

Formula 1

Mick Schumacher

One Shots staying away by @micks-afterglow

Daniel Ricciardo

Series waiting game by @sparkle-d (ongoing)

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buckets-and-trees · 9 months

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Late Night Quickie

Fandom: MCU Collection: SHIELD Gaming AU Title: Late Night Quickie Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It's still all hands on deck around the clock as time is running our for SHIELD to finish implementing an industry-changing element into the version of The Avengers they're about to send in for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East. But Bucky and his game tester aren't the only ones at SHIELD entangled in a very satisfying side quest...

Content Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia, age gap (Nat is 10 years Joaquin's senior)

Logistical Notes: Third tick for my Bingo Card in @the-slumberparty's August/September Challenge with B2: "Clothes on Sex." Same universe as Perfectionists and Test Play but can be read as a standalone - all you need to know is Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Joaquin are the five-person team of game engineers for the SHIELD Gaming company.

Additional Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for reading this for coherency. Gamer graphic by @sgt-seabass. Dedicated to my co-conspirator for "A Very Horny Monday to You All..." @biteofcherry for our first week of mischief - she chose the theme 'oral quickies.' We can all lovingly blame her for this!

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2am.

Two fucking a-m.

Joaquin just grinned.

This was not the week any of them wanted or expected, and he certainly didn't want this to ever be the norm. But running off adrenaline, catching only a few hours of sleep (if he was lucky), lots of Red Bull, and late-night food orders to make up for what the typical in-house kitchen wasn't covering was something he couldn't deny was an experience.

Teams all across SHIELD Gaming had been and still were working around the clock to get the shelved-for-later Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval in just a few days. Marketing, story, game engineering, testers… everyone. It was a rush, pushing the limits for this short period of time, but they were close to pulling off a triumph with embedding Deep Shadow. Joaquin had loved the pitch for that aspect when it was originally floated, they had initiated the development, but then a couple of the execs had said to push it back to the next release. Fury had called the audible and said they needed to put it back in to top what HYDRA was developing with Project Insight. But Joaquin had always known Deep Shadow would really push them miles past everything else coming out right now.

That’s why he didn’t mind pulling these insane hours to get the work done with the rest of the engineers.

And he certainly didn’t mind this.

He had no problem leaning back against the wall of the women’s restroom, jeans unzipped, Natasha poised between his legs, and her pretty lips around his cock, deep throating him.

Fuck she looked so good like that. They hadn’t had enough time together since the Deep Shadow blitz, and he was so glad she’d pulled him into the bathroom right now. Her left hand was anchored on his hip, and the other was reaching up his shirt, roving over his abs and chest as his threaded into her hair, holding her head at the base of her skull. He was letting her control the pace and how much of his length she took in for now, just holding her, feeling that connection.

Joaquin had been under no illusion in the beginning that this absolute goddess who was ten years his senior had only been flirting with him because it was fun and had no intentions beyond more than maybe a night or two tumbling in bed together. But he’d had a hunch they could have more, that he wanted more, and categorically convinced her they were worth a shot.

He worshipped her but challenged her in a way no one else did. He knew that’s why she’d even started flirting with him, appreciating that he could go round for round with her sass, her sarcasm, and her saucy comments without getting flustered or cocky and the rest of their conversation – work and casual – had rolled along so easily like they’d been working together for years after only a few weeks.

Now they were eight months into an officially-disclosed-to-HR relationship – but not to their team because they did not need Cap, Sam, or Bucky in their business. Work was work, and until tonight, the physical had stayed outside of HQ.

It spoke to how little time they’d had together that they were here right now.

And he was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

Joaquin took over and pulled her head down slowly on him, drawing Nat down to take all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, then gently nudging further down her esophagus. She moaned around him, her hands flexing against him. “You always take me so well, Romanov.”

He knew she loved this. She was a cocky little minx and so loved the praise. In response she sunk the rest of the way down his cock. He groaned in ecstasy. Love this.

“Fuck, I could stay here with you on my dick until your legs give out.”

She tightened her grip on his hip.

“But I wanna fuck this pretty throat of yours, babe.”

A small noise from her as she stayed just as she was, their eyes locked on each other.

“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

Those lust-blown green eyes told him everything, and he grinned wickedly down at her. Abruptly twisting them around to place her on her knees with her back against the wall, he made sure she was secure before asking, "Ready for me?"

She hummed again.

He smirked. “Desperate for me?”

A growl this time.

He laughed. “Me, too, babe.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, one more tender moment, then he slowly pulled out until only the head of the cock was the only thing she had her lips around. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and swirled her tongue over the leaking tip of him. “Oh, you’re so fucking good. Love that talented tongue. But now you’re really gonna take me.”

She nodded, eyes blazing with heat. He moved his right hand to cradle her cheek and jawline as he leaned his left forearm against the wall to brace himself, and then he thrust back into her wet mouth. He continued, pistoning his hips in and out, brutally but not recklessly. She clung to his shirt, his hips, anything from moment to moment. Her eyes watered, then the tears started to spill, and he groaned. “So pretty for me like this. Those gorgeous tears falling for me, just like you fall apart for me.”

And then he just focused on the feel of her around his cock, the heat, the sounds of him sliding in and out, her whimpers and moans. The frenzy built and then he spilled into her mouth and down her throat, hips stuttering to a stop, and she held him there in place, swallowing every bit of him until he was done. She pulled her mouth off him with a deliberately audible pop, smug, beautiful goddess that she was.

She slid up between his heaving chest and the wall, brushing her lips against his jaw with soft, playful kisses. “Like that?”

“Love that,” he corrected. “Bet your cunt’s a hot, drippy mess for me, isn’t she?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased before claiming his lips in a kiss, tangling their tongue so he could taste the evidence of his spend, and pushing her pelvis up against him.

“Meet back here in an hour?”

“Fuck, I’m hoping we can convince them there’s nothing more to do tonight and get out of here in the next hour. Then you’re taking me home to fuck me in your bed properly.”

He laughed, “Anything for my Natalia.”

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

#natasha romanoff #joaquin torres smut #joaquin torres #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x joaquin torres #joaquin torres x natasha romanoff #aspen wrote something #shield gaming au #navy and roo sleepover #navy and roo's sleepover

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 months

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(1) “Ah yes, you’re so different from Joaquin Torres. He’s got wings, you…also have wings. But hey, at least you got a metal frisbee to make you stand out!”

(2) “Nothing says America more than fighting the evil leftists who want a world without borders and stopping the forced relocation of people. Hell yeah!”

(3) “You know, the Avengers could’ve really used your help against Ultron. Even Steve Rogers took a break from finding Bucky!”

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babygirl-diaz · 7 months

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Samtember Day 18 and 19: Western AU | Cowboy, Celebrity AU | Royalty AU

((I chose Cowboy and Celebrity for day 18 and 19 of @samsseptember))

Story: In which, Sam is a celebrity playing a cowboy in his next movie, despite his reluctance. To complicate things further, he gets sent to a dude ranch to learn the ropes of becoming a cowboy, where he meets Joaquin Torres, a real-life cowboy, or as he likes to call himself... a ranch hand. Joaquin doesn't like Sam because he thinks Sam is just a big-shot celebrity who doesn't understand hard work. But as Sam immerses himself in the day-to-day duties of the ranch, from mending fences to moving cattle, he begins to gain Joaquin's respect. Slowly, Joaquin mentors Sam in rodeo events like calf roping and barrel racing. One day, during a storm, Sam and Joaquin have to move the cows to safety. They end up in the barn together and kiss. The experience brings them closer, but how long will it last? Will they make it work despite coming from two very different worlds?

Moodboard:

#samtember2023 #day 18 #day 19 #western au #cowboy #celebrity au #royalty au #sam wilson #joaquin torres #samquin #moodboard

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sapphicsaus · 1 year

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to diverge - natasha romanoff

Summary: when an island dubbed asgard is overrun by a special forces conglomerate, you and a nurse look to take them down.

a/n: doing a nat au, because i don’t write her much.

You went by Nomad, you were the Lieutenant Colonel for the battalion that called themselves SHIELD. Your close unit sits in a helicopter. It was you, Colonel Sam Wilson, Sergeant Bucky Barnes, Agent Sharon Carter, Captain Steve Rogers, and your pilots, Joaquin Torres, and Sean Cassidy. You sat near the open door, the wind was blowing in your face. “What’s the plan?” Sharon asks.

Every one was ready for this to be and easy mission, prompting Sean to sit in the back with you all as he snacked on peanuts.

“Simple intelligence gathering, if we need to perform an extraction for any citizens, we will.” The group nods. Sam adjusts the gun in his lap. “You don’t think this mission is iffy, boss?” He asks you.

“You didn’t think taking down a drug ring in Madripoor was iffy?” You retort. The man frowns, sitting back. You shuffled in your seat, straightening yourself.

“Yeah, but this is a private island with a government, a school system, and a possible military system.” He points out. “Listen, Falcon-“ Bucky starts. He pauses to let the teasing settle in, and the others chuckle. Sam rolls his eyes, unamused.

“The network is not as private as the developer believes, as far as I know-“ Steve speaks up from the front of the helicopter.

“As far as you know, they could be feeding you false truths.” Bucky sits back in his seat with a scoff.

“You sound like Nomad.” Steve says with a smirk, and you scoff in response.

“You’re lucky you’re not on desk duty like your girl.” Steve smiles, chuckling as he looks at Nomad. “Oh, please. She gets unsolicited lunch breaks!” Sam teases. The helicopter rattles, snapping the group out of their conversation. Sharon spots fire in her vision, eyes widening. “Guys…” A large BOOM shakes the helicopter.

“Shit! The propellers were shot off.” Steve yells as the warning system beeps.

“This is a fucking ambush!” Sharon yells. In the distance, several other helicopters that were accompanying them are shot down, explosions happen all over the forest.

Steve’s heavy figure rips off the seatbelt, and he smashes his head into the roof while Alex attempts to somehow work the wheel which is now jammed as the group descends quickly into trees.

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The sound of a heartbeat pounds, the sound of fire crackling. Your eyes struggle to open as you lets out a groan.

You let out a ragged breath, opening your eyes fully with a sigh. You lay on your side, parts of your body hurting badly. Breathing hard, you turn on your back. A wince escapes your throat when you attempt to move, but it seems an extensive metal bar is stuck in your leg. “Shit!”

You looks towards a small tree where fire from several crashes engulfed most of the forest. Your eyes lingered on the fire, almost as if there was a memory flashing in your head.

After a few seconds, you finally blinks out of it, sitting up with more ease than expected. Before analyzing the wound, you look around for your bag.

You finds the bag near a tree not far away. Her eyebrows raise, eyes shooting to the ground in thought. You turn, deciding to drag yourself across the wet ground.

As you do, you track mud all over you clothes, grunting as you moves. Finally grabbing the bag, your pulls it to your chest. You sit up, ripping the bag open. And you frantically searched through it. You find a small bag with medical supplies in it, and find a roll of gauze perfectly intact.

Sighing, you slowly counts to yourself, hand hovering over the metal bar. She groans, pulling off her belt, and placing it in her mouth. After a minute or so, she yanks the bar out of her leg.

She screams loudly but thankfully muffled. Tears flow down her face, and she beats the ground with her empty hand. She chucks the bar away, and places the gauze on her pant leg, wincing as she raps the tape around it tightly.

You rolled onto your side, eyeing a man on the ground who was dead by now. She crawls over to him, grabbing the pistol from a holster on his leg. Moving up, you kneel on your good leg, before pushing herself to stand up. You stand up roughly, readying the pistol in your hand.

Pulling the bag onto your back, you began to limp forward but immediately noticed a few soldiers patrolling up ahead. You move into the woods, hiding behind a few desolate buildings in an attempt to avoid the men.

You continue to but stops moving when she hears footsteps at the side of one of the structures. She halts, pulling the knife from her boot. She clicks it open, turning it in her hand.

A soldier steps around the corner, turning away from where she was standing. She moves as quietly as possible, turning her gun to where he just came from, but no one is there.

She advances, grabbing him by the neck from behind, and planting the knife directly in his chest through the thin layer of protection. He grunts, but dies quite quickly, falling to the ground with widened eyes.

She sighs, shifting her weight as she swallows her spit. Planting her boot in his chest, she swiftly pulls out the knife. “Fuck.”

She drags herself forward with her good leg. She stops for a second, noticing the gun that fell from his hand. She picks it up and decides to walk back in the direction she was going.

A sound of crackling fire catches your attention, and the sound of a familiar voice on its radio rang through.

“THIS IS the WINTER SOLDIER! REPORTING TO ANY SURVIVORS, THIS IS WINTER SOLDIER OF UNIT 786!” You scrambled over to the radio, holding it to your mouth in anguish as tears flow down your face. “WINTER SOLDIER! This is NOMAD, repeating, this is NOMAD, Soldier.”

“NOMAD? WE’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR DAYS! SOME OF THE ISLAND NATIVES FOUND US, GOT US SHELTER!” He exclaims, making you chuckle. “Great, great. It’s good to hear you.”

“You too, man. Stay on the line so we can track you, and bring you back to their base.”

“No! It’s too risky, I’ll find my way to you, Buck.”

The sound of whirring helicopters and shouting causes you to point your gun into the woods where you heard it. “No! We’ll come to you, just-”

“Buck! Where are you!? Just give a location, coordinates, something!” The man sighs loudly. “Island is called Krakoa, it’s off the coast on the east side of the mainland.” Nodding, you almost smile as you take a breath. “I’ll see ya, soldier.”

“Stay safe, Nomad.”

“Always.”

You stand as you trek slowly through the woods and step over a trip mine. When you made it to the end of the woods, you spotted soldiers being rushed to the ground.

“EVERYBODY STAY DOWN!”

"ANYONE MOVES? YOU’RE ALL DEAD.” There’s a hill right over them that Nomad lays onto, hiding from their sight. There’s a tense air as a more sophisticated, military-grade helicopter touches down. "MAKE WAY!” Several well dressed military leaders walk out of one of the helicopters, and to the front of the line.

There is one man that you instantly recognized, another former partner, John Walker. He has a smile on his face as Joaquin struggles on his knees. "John?”

“Hello, friend.”

“Why are you doing this, John?”

John smirks, pulling a pistol from his belt. “Something you’ll never understand…is that maybe I do things because I can.” Joaquin’s jaw clenches as John readies his gun.

“When they told me the FALCON TWO was in their hold, I jumped for joy. I wish you could live long enough to see my world come to fruition, but you’d never understand.” As John raises the gun, you didn’t notice soldiers walking on your left.

What you didn’t know was that the blast blew your left eardrum permanently. They didn’t know either, but as the trigger was pulled, you were instantly knocked in the back of the head with a rifle.

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BUZZ! Rang the buzzsaw.

Men’s laughter.

SLASH! Went the knife as it carved into your face.

Blood everywhere as you went in and out of consciousness.

HYDRA carved into your skin. Your eye was beginning to swell shut, your legs were riddled with cuts. You were in and out for at least the day.

When you woke up again, your hands were shackled to the ceiling, you were half naked, with your bra still on as your feet slightly dangled from the ground. You and the soldiers relaxed in chairs were in what looks like an abandoned house. From the slanted road outside of the window, you concluded you were on a hill.

Pain began to arise from everywhere, making you groan. "Ah! Look who’s awake. Good morning, sunshine.” You groan once more, squinting your eyes in anger.

“Fuck you.” The soldier chuckles, looking over to his partner, and back at you. "Boss said we could do whatever we wanted with you. Don’t get smart.” He says, making you scoff. “Anything?” You ask, as the man bites his lips, nodding, not noticing your subtle eye roll. “Well, come show me anything.” He scoffs, raising his eyebrows as he turns to his partner.

The other man shrugs silently as he stands up. "Look, Nomad…I know you think you’re gonna win here with your seduction tricks, but we were trained better than that, better than you.” You simply continued to glare at him. He walks over, turning his back to you, not noticing your hands reaching up to grip higher on the shackles.

“You see this-” Before he could finish his sentence, you grunted, using your bad leg to pull him back, before using both to put him in a headlock. You growl, a deep grimace on your face as you roughly lift him into the air.

The other soldier frantically stands, using the butt of his gun to bash into your injury, making you groan in pain. Your legs let go of him, and he falls to the ground with a gasp. The pain causes you to let go of the chain, groaning in pain as the other soldier smacks you with a bar he finds on the floor.

He targets your leg before repeatedly hitting you in the face with the bar. The other soldier joins in, punching you all over your body. He hits you with the bar again, knocking you clean out. A new rage filled your heart when you woke yet again. A short woman walked into the room as your breaths were shallow. She walked in with a certain intimidating aura that almost made you whimper in fear. Your eyes widened, which didn’t go unnoticed at all.

“Oh! Are ya scared, Nomad? Well...this is Sin, she’s gonna love you.” The two men smile darkly. With a flick of her wrist the men seemed to mechanically grab their things and leave. The redhead walked towards you with a sinister smile.

She stepped up to you, snapping in your ear. You attempted to respond, but you couldn’t hear her, still staring. “Fascinating.” You frown as pulls a small key from her pocket, unlocking one of your cuffs. “Captain Walker has a challenge for you.”

“And what is that?” You slurred. When the cuff opened, you fell to the floor, gasping for breath. “He wants to fight you in better condition, so we’re setting you free. But the challenge?” You looked up at her.

“You have to get out of here by yourself before they get to you.” A gas fills up the room as she exits and you flail around in your restraints. “Hey! Where are you going?!”

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When you wake up, you gasp. You look around in shock before grabbing at your chest to find a parachute. Still in shock, you rip it off, and stand quickly.

You walk through the corn field, approaching a tiny worn down house. Her eyes travel as she spots a motorcycle that belongs to the Grudge. She looks over at her surroundings, holding up her pistol as she walks slowly up the stairs.

Peeking through the window, she spots a sleeping soldier. She goes to approach the door, but a man tackles her right on the porch, knocking the gun out of her hand.

He grabs her, punching her in the face a few times. The two have a struggle as he holds a knife at her throat. “Ah…the boss told us a lot about you!”

Nomad’s eyes are widened as she attempts to grab her gun. The soldier doesn’t notice her grabbing another gun with a silencer. She lifts it directly under his chin, and shoots him through the chin.

She pushes the body onto the ground. The soldier that was sleeping is now up, standing at the window, and Nomad quickly shoots through the glass and into his throat.

She sighs, standing up. Looking over the corn, she notices a settlement, and several soldiers doing their rounds. Squinting, she sighs, stepping down off of the porch stairs.

You pick up the large rifle off the man dragging the strap from around his headless corpse. After wiping the guts off your face, you kneel to search his pockets, only finding a vintage box of cigarettes. You hum in delight, opening it to see it full.

She pull one out, using the hot smoke from her gun to light it. The sound of plane catches your attention as your head shoot up towards the sky. “Shit.”

You walk across the front of the small house, and down a wide dirt road trail. Not far in the distance, drones fly overhead, and a large town of homes is being guarded.

You wipe off blood that is still dripping from your hairline off of her face. You continued to limp down the road, and pounds the side of her leg in anger. “Fuckin’ pathetic.” You muttered to yourself.

The heat is blaring, and your breaths became more shallow. You closed her eyes in anguish as the sun beams, sweat leaking into your eyes. When you seemingly get to the end of the corn field, you pause, noticing a drone not far away. You tread forward lightly, pulling out your pistol as you notice a large house.

It was sleek, modern. The drone seemed to analyze the house, before moving across the street. You frown, deciding to jump the wall by the hill, and running into the house’s back porch. You decided to peer over the small barrier that held decaying plants on them.

Two soldiers stood across the street. You fell into a crawling position, crawling towards the stairs. Moving back into a crouching position, you peek over the barricade where the soldiers are leaning on a bannister.

You moved quickly, still in a squat, approaching the door that automatically opens, and you come into the house, gun raised to check the perimeter. When you point your gun down the corridor ahead of you, the door behind closing, a bark makes you turn the gun towards a tiny white dog.

When it seemed as though it was going to bark, it instead ran away. You frown, not hearing or even feeling the steps of someone next to you. Not until the barrel of a gun met your head.

“Who are you?” The voice was muffled, but your right ear picked the slack. “Nomad. I’m an XO for the battalion dubbed the Avengers. Our convoy was shot down on the way into the island.” You ramble. “Put the gun down.” You barely registered the whisper, squeezing your eye.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t hear what you’re saying over there.” The woman squints in confusion, flinching as you reach to push the shotgun away from your temple. “Not gonna hurt ya.” You turn to face the woman.

Motioning towards your ear, she looks on in confusion. “Hearing impaired. It’s new, I-The crash must’ve made it worse.” The woman points the gun at you still. “Why would I trust you?” You scoff, stumbling back into the wall by the door to take weight off of your leg.

“I just pulled a crowbar out my leg, lost my best friend, got the shit beat out of me, jumped out a helicopter, and walked here for two days. If was one of them fancy soldiers, you’d know. I’m sure.” The woman was still unconvinced, but lowered her gun slightly. “Why are you in my home?”

“I apologize, I assumed it was empty.” Footsteps coming down the corridor caught your attention as two younger adults rounded the corner. “Nat!” One of the people came around faster, gasping at the scene before him. Your usually stoic demeanor became more nervous and guarded. “Nat?” You stood back on your leg, swallowing your spit.

“It’s okay, Wanda. She’s not gonna hurt us.” The woman proclaimed. “But she’s holding a gun.” Another man ran around the corner, and when he saw you, put his arm around his sister. “Yeah. I’m not gonna-“ Instead of speaking it, you simply put the pistol on the floor, pain shooting up your leg as you did.

“Fuck.” You fell to your knees in pain, gasping a breath as you pulled the rifle off your shoulder, and onto the ground. “Look.” You look up, holding your arms out in surrender towards the siblings in front of you. “I’m just looking for somewhere to stay, I want to find my crew and get everyone off of this island.” The woman looked down at you.

“You know how to get out of here?” You nod. You hadn’t looked up from the floor, but felt the look she gave the siblings. “Well…from what you’ve said and how you look, I can assume you’ve been through a lot since the strike?” You hum.

“I’d like to apologize in advance for this.”

“For wh-“ Barrel to the face, classic.

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff au

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buckyarchives · 1 year

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—request: [open]+ closed—

i realized i never made an actual request post, so here i am making one. the characters list could easily change any time and if your REALLY desperate to see certain characters from me. their will be a chance i’ll write it even if it’s not on this list.

-marvel-

bucky barnes

steve roger’s

sam wilson

joaquin torres

-DC-

battison/bruce wayne

The Last Of Us

ellie williams

joel miller

[things i won’t write] noncon, abo, most dark! themes, big age difference, romantic poly dynamics.

[things i will write] smut, gn, fem or male reader, plus size specific reader. one shots that could help with recovery or comfort (ed, sh, etc. anything that you need comfort for :) i’m very open to most things, just ask

important! their is a large chance i will not write every request i get. honestly, if i receive one that gives me no inspiration or spark. it will either take me a lonnng time to write or it will just end up shitty. i’m very selective when it comes to request.

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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hello hello happy end of the month!

this month as many of you I went back to my Jensen Ackles phase and may I say it has been both wonderful and a blessing, literally more than 2 decades being obsessed with one man :P so this contains marvel, the boys, star wars, and triple frontier fics

as per usual Most of these fics and these blogs are 18+ so please be aware, and read the warnings for each fic, remember to choose to read a fic that is based on your liking, you are responsible for your own media consumption. All fics are x reader! If any of the links don't work please let me know and I will fix em asap!

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~My symbols for fics are as follows:

🍋 smut 🌺 fluff 🌩️ angst 🫂 hurt/comfort 🔱 dark

★○★○★○★ One Shots:

Ride The Lightening 🍋 (Thor) by @wint3r-h3art

She Waits In The Dark 🍋 (Valkyrie) by @erinlindsayy

Attachment 🌺🫂 (Jane Foster) by @gremlinimagines

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Queen 🌩️ (Natasha Romanoff) by @imaginearyparties

Nudey Tuesday 🌺 (Steve Rogers) by @demonpoxballad

Indifference 🔱🍋 (Sam Wilson) by @samwilsonsbabymama

Siempre 🍋🌺 🌩️ (Joaquin Torres) by @moonlight-prose

Quid Pro Quo 🔱🌩️ (tasm!Peter Parker) by @get-your-fics

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My Neck Is Open Wide, Begging For A Fist Around It 🌺🍋 (Matt Murdock) by @shedaresthedevil

Say It Again 🌩️ (Billy Russo) by @e-dubbc11

Winner's Streak 🍋 (Frank Castle, Matt Murdock) by @saintmurd0ck

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Sunday Worship 🍋 (priest!Bucky Barnes) by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Dirty Sweet 🔱🍋 (vamp!Bucky Barnes) by @nocturne-pisces

Private Eyes 🔱🌺🌩️ (Bucky Barnes) by @jobean12-blog

Always His 🔱🍋 (ex!Bucky Barnes) by @silver-pieces

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Rescue Mission 🔱 🍋 (Soldier Boy) by @musingsinmoonlight

Fuck It, I Love You 🍋🌩️ 🌺 (Frankie Morales) by @burnthoneymint

★○★○★○★ Series:

Asterism 🌩️ (Cassian Andor) by @im-poe-dameron

[River Deep] Mountain High 🌺🍋🌩️ (M'Baku) by @late-to-the-party-81

Safe Haven 🍋🌩️ (Soldier Boy) by @that-sarcastic-writer

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Please show your support to these amazing creators by following them and interacting with them and their stories! Interaction has been so hellishly low lately that is really killing the motivation of people. Together we can all make sure things will get better because we do love our fandom content, don't we? DON'T WE???? And remember reblogs and comments are important for these and any other artist! :D

#selenes monthly fic recs #fic rec #fanfic #fanfiction #recommendations #marvel x reader #queue <3

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menacing-menace-rat · 24 days

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Requests welcomed ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I'm dying to write for some Fandoms but I don't feel confident enough to write a full series yet so I need some help. Can someone send me some requests and I'll trying writing some fan fic stuff for you.

Shows I want to write for:

Any of the main 7 of the justice league

Nightwing

Red Hood

Red Robin

Damian Wayne (platonic only)

Miss Martian

Most Gotham characters

(If there is any other DC character you want just ask I love DC and will probably do it 🤗)

Marvel

Any of the main 6 Avengers

Most Daredevil characters

Frank Castle

Bucky Barnes

Sam Willson

Joaquin Torres

John Walker

Vision

Scarlett Witch

Most of the X-Men

Peter Parker

(I'll write for most Marvel characters as well so don't be scared to ask.)

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal lecter

Will Graham

Better call saul

Lalo Salamanca

Sandman

Dream

Death

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

The other siblings would only be platonic stuff.

Umbrella Academy

Any of the 7 siblings and possibly the sparrows as well.

Star trek the next generation

Data Soong

Will Riker

Deanna Troi

Worf

Geordi La Forge

Types of stuff I'll write:

Headcanons

One Shots

Very Small fanfics

Reader inserts

Different characters together

Some crossover stuff just depending

Things I'm comfortable writing:

Romance and smut (with of age characters)

Darker themes (I don't scare easy)

Yandere

Fluff

Angst

OC stuff (please give me as much info as possible. Please info dump bestie 💖)

Hurt/Comfort

More notes

If you simply want to talk about these Fandoms I'll happily listen. I'd be glad to hear your thoughts on shows and characters as well.

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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year

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Joaquin Torres Masterlist

*Updated March 5, 2024*

One-Shots

Home is Wherever I'm With You

What I’ve Been Looking For

the feelin' is reckless of knowin' it's selfish

Alma Bella

#joaquin torres #the falcon #danny ramirez #tfatws #captain america new world order #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x you #the falcon x reader #joaquin torres fluff #joaquin torres smut #joaquin torres angst #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres fanfic #joaquin torres fic

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t-nd-rfoot · 1 year

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DECEMBER 2022 Fic Recommendations

Fics are the gifts that keep on giving 😌 not all of these are Christmas/holiday themed but they brightened up the season anyway!

The Rooster brainrot really jumped out this month omg

Authors, please let me know if your titles need editing!

Top Gun: Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Ficlets 'nope, puppy eyes aren't going to work this time!' by @topguncortez please don't die part 1 part 2 by @bradshawsbitch snow day by @hangmanbrainrot

One Shots Sweet Nothings by @sweetlittlegingy we'd run inside out from the cold by @laracrofted

Series baby, i'm high on octane by @laracrofted (ongoing) winter by @demxters (ongoing)

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Ficlets baby time by @fanboys-fangirl It's a Date by @writercole The Nap Date by @writercole

One Shots Don't drop my baby by @callsign-squints mi media naranja by @rae-gar-targaryen Subatomic Particles by @rassvetsky swallow you like sunshine when i smile by @rae-gar-targaryen

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Headcanons A Very Bradshaw Christmas with Rooster Would Include... by @demxters

Ficlets LIVING PROOF. by @zstrn

One Shots Act Accordingly by @thebirdandthebee All I Want For Christmas Is You by @roosterforme and so it goes by @laracrofted The Boyfriend Experience part 1 part 2 by @notroosterbradshaw A Change to Everything by @beyondthesefourwalls Looks Like Christmas by @bradshawsbaby A Misinterpreted Loss by @lostdreamr-blog1 November Air by @fanboygarcia Something Borrowed by @roosterscock songbird by @bradshawsbitch Why Do They Call You Rooster? by @roosterforme

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Ficlets blanket forts by @demxters first frost / first snow by @bradshawsbitch tracing by @callsign-cree

One Shots "who hurt you?" by @sebsxphia

Javy "Coyote" Machado

One Shots the waiting by @rae-gar-targaryen

Reuben "Payback" Fitch

Ficlets homecoming by @hangmanbrainrot

Marvel

Joaquin Torres

Drabbles Christmas Party Imagine by @fanboygarcia-library

One Shots Home For Christmas by @make-me-imagine

Rhett Abbott

Ficlets Patching up Rhett imagine by @jupitercomet

One Shots the christmas gift by @bradshawsbaby Rhett Abbott request by @withahappyrefrain snow angels by @bradshawsbaby underneath the tree by @rhettabbotts

Nick Fowler

One Shots Christmas Karma by @navybrat817

#t-nd-rfoot fic rec 🔖#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #javy coyote machado #javy coyote machado x reader #reuben payback fitch #reuben payback fitch x reader #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x reader

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sjsmith56 · 6 months

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The Future - Part 24, From There to Here - Bucky Barnes One Shots

Summary: Told from the POV of Bucky’s girlfriend, she reminisces about meeting the super soldier and falling in love with him. On a motorcycle drive they tour a house where Bucky asks her some important questions. A few months later, as they are leaving their wedding venue, she has an encounter with an old man who apparently knew her grandmother and also Bucky when he was young. Bucky arrives just in time to speak with the man before he mysteriously disappears.

Length: 5.3K

Characters: June (Bucky’s girlfriend), Sam Wilson, Ingrid (Sam’s girlfriend), Joaquin Torres, Steven Grant.

Warnings: If you haven’t read the other one shots in this collection you may be confused by some of the references. Even though the one shots all stand alone there was a common thread linking them in one way or another. Otherwise, this one shot is very sweet and fluffy.

Author’s notes: A strange thing happened while I was writing the 25th one shot, the part that should have ended this collection. It was supposed to be something that could stand alone but still tie this connected assortment of one shots together. The more I wrote the more I realized that it wouldn't work with this collection but could work as the basis of a new novel, one that is still a work in progress. Titled "Stopping Winter" it takes place during and after World War II when future Steve Rogers returns to find Peggy and marry her ... at least that was the original plan. Once he returns he realizes he may have to change his initial plans to improve his chances of saving Bucky. I can tell you that at the end of that work you'll be able to read the mysterious letter that was given to June. Her grandmother, Gladdie, who was referred to in the very first one shot of this collection will have a significant part in the book in its post war setting. Hopefully, that will be enough to tempt readers to explore "Stopping Winter." You can access it on Wattpad, AO3 or FanFiction.net. My username on all three platforms is SJSmith56.

<<Part 23

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Waking up next to Bucky Barnes is an experience. First of all, the man is a cuddler, and if you are someone who likes that, like me, then it is the best thing in the world to wake up in the arms of an incredibly handsome super soldier. He's also affectionate, always kissing me good morning, totally ignoring how I look or if I have morning breath because according to him, I am "the most beautiful woman he knows." I'll take that and I believe it now because I believe in him, the man I fell in love with almost eight months ago.

He started out as the new neighbour, who irritated me to no end when he used my paid parking space to park a truck filled with his belongings while he and his friend Sam moved Bucky into the apartment suite next door to mine. But he quickly won me over with his good manners, compassion, and absolute drop-dead sexiness. About 6 weeks after our meeting, we became lovers, and I began thinking of us as a couple. Even though he still rented his apartment he practically lived here with me, and it was wonderful.

I woke up first, on this weekend that I had off from my job as a librarian for the New Orleans Public Library. For several minutes I laid in Bucky's arms enjoying the feeling of his strong arms enclosing me. Carefully, I turned around so I could look at my guy, my boyfriend, the man I loved. His strong features were calm, the little crease he often got between his eyes when he was concentrating was almost invisible; his thick dark lashes that covered his eyes, lashes that any woman would love to have, except his were courtesy of the super soldier serum, were peacefully staying closed. Everything on Bucky's body was constantly repairing and replenishing itself, although grey hairs were now reappearing in his beard, a welcome sign of aging for him.

"You're watching me," he murmured. "I can feel it."

"You do the same when you wake up first," I answered, then kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Now you've done it," he smiled as he pulled me closer.

The man was instantly ready for some morning love, another thing that I loved about him. Before Bucky most of my encounters were laced with a sense that my partner was doing me a favour by being intimate with me. But James Buchanan Barnes always made me feel like I was the centre of his universe, the one he worshipped before all others. I never wanted that to end.

As he made breakfast for both of us later, he received a text on his phone, smiled and answered it.

"Sam is moving in with Ingrid," he said. "He wants help tomorrow with taking some things over to her place."

"She was hoping it would happen," I replied. "You know she fell for him when he laid that shrimp boil out on this very table."

"When did you fall for me?" he asked.

"When you took me out for dinner for our first date," she said. "You were such a gentleman and then that kiss just sealed the deal for me. When are you going to move in with me?"

"I thought I was already," he answered. Then he put his hands up when I began to counter that. "I know I still have the apartment, but I didn't want to break the lease, just in case you tired of me and sent me packing."

"Never," I said, putting my hand on his. "You're perfect, even with all of your imperfections."

He leaned back in a mock swoon. "I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult." Then he leaned towards me and put his face close to mine. "I think you're pretty perfect, too. Actually, I wanted to take you somewhere today. What do you say to a ride on the motorcycle?"

"Okay," I said, slightly puzzled. "Where are we going?"

"Just want to look at something," he said. "It's near Audubon Park. We can go to the zoo after, if you want."

How could I say no? Audubon Park was one of my happy places. After cleaning up the breakfast dishes Bucky helped me put my leather jacket on, the one he bought me so we could ride his motorcycle together. Then we stopped at his apartment to pick up the motorcycle helmets. He was always making sure I was dressed properly for a ride on his Harley. Soon we were on our way, enjoying the clear skies and open roads. About half a block from the larger part of Audubon Park, Bucky pulled up in front of an off-white stucco covered two story home. Waiting for me to dismount first Bucky pulled his helmet off and looked up at it, then at me.

"What do you think?" he asked. "I've been thinking of buying a house and this one just appealed to me."

"You're thinking of buying this?" I confirmed, then looked at the other houses. "Bucky, this is one of the nicer areas in New Orleans. That looks like a big house. Are you sure you need that much?"

"Well, I don't know," he replied. "I could always have roommates." I gave him a look which made him laugh. "I get along with people."

Behind us a car pulled up and a woman got out of the car approaching us.

"Good morning, Mr. Barnes," she said, then looked up at the house. "I'm Janet Dufour. You're right on time."

"Hi Janet, this is my girlfriend June Roberts," he said. "I like the look of the outside but it's the inside that counts. Can we get the tour?"

"Certainly," she said, stepping to the fence and opening it for us.

After keying in a code on the lockbox Janet unlocked the door for us and allowed us to step in first. As she began describing the house, I looked at Bucky, noticing the soft smile he had on his face. The place was absolutely stunning, with beautiful hardwood floors throughout, two staircases up to the second floor, and an open plan feel that still respected the character of the home originally built in 1943. The kitchen was modern, with a gas range, and stainless-steel appliances, having been remodelled just a couple of years previously. There was a living area, dining area, a large family room, a guest bedroom and a full bathroom on the main floor. Opening the door to the back yard Janet showed us there was a covered porch, grassy area, patio and a two-car garage off a back alley, apparently a rarity for this area. Upstairs were four bedrooms of varying sizes and two full bathrooms, one of them an ensuite for the master bedroom. There was also an upstairs laundry room.

"There is air conditioning throughout for our hot summers," added Janet, as we came back downstairs, "plus central heating for the cooler times. We are in flood zone X, which didn't get flooded during Hurricane Katrina and although there is an increasing risk of flooding over the next 30 years more anti-flooding measures are being taken all the time. There is a generator to keep up the power during blackouts, which, as you know, can happen during storm season, and the garage has solar panels on it. The foundation has also been raised. It's a beautifully maintained home and being so close to Audubon Park is in a very desirable area."

"Thank you," said Bucky, smiling his charming smile at her. "Do you mind giving us some privacy so June and I can talk?"

"Not at all," she replied. "I'll be out on the back porch."

"What do you think?" he asked, after Janet left us. "I like it."

"We didn't ask the price," I said, starting for the door to ask Janet.

"I already know it," he replied, calmly. "$1,350,000."

My jaw dropped as did my heart. As we were walking through the house, I could see us in there, see us with a family, maybe a dog. I pictured us going for walks in Audubon Park, or down to the levee that was on the nearby Mississippi River. He just looked at me with a kind look on his face, as I guess a whole range of emotions were playing over mine.

"June," his voice was soft. "Do you like the house?"

"I love it, but we can't afford it," I said, trying not to sound disappointed. "I mean, you can't afford it, can you?"

"If I could afford it, would you marry me?" he asked.

"Bucky, I would marry you whether you could afford it or not," I replied, then saw he was holding something out to me in his fingers.

"So, you don't care if we live in a one-bedroom apartment, or a grand five-bedroom house like this one," he confirmed. "You'll marry me either way?"

It was an engagement ring, and I began to cry. "Is that what this is all about, a proposal?" I stammered. He nodded, then gently took my hand and poised with the ring at my fingertip, waiting for my answer. "Yes!" I exclaimed, nodding my head. "I want to marry you."

"Good," he said, sliding it on. "The house is ours if you want it. I have the money. I just didn't really want to use any of my settlement to buy one until I found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."

At that point I threw my arms around his neck, and we kissed, with me crying while he chuckled. I could feel his hand lift from my back and heard the door to the back yard opening, followed by Janet entering. I turned towards her, wiping my eyes.

"I take it she said yes to the proposal and the house?" she asked, grinning.

"Yes," answered Bucky. "Give them the offer I discussed with you, in cash, closing date as soon as possible after the inspection is done."

"Will do," she said. "I'll just get the offer sheet from my car. Congratulations. It is a beautiful home, just waiting for the right couple to begin their life together."

We were alone again, and Bucky was kissing away the tears that were still on my face. "I love you," he said softly. "You're exactly what I wanted in a woman; smart, beautiful, affectionate, and so many other qualities that I can't even begin to list. You do want kids, right?"

I nodded, still a little overcome with the emotion. "The long bedroom upstairs would be perfect for a nursery. I pictured nursing a baby in there. When do you want to get married?"

"Soon," he said. "We'll go over to the zoo but stop at the Tree of Life. It's one of my favourite spots in the city and apparently you can get married there. Then we'll have a big party at a unique place." He looked down for a moment, seemingly embarrassed. "You can say no if you don't agree but I kind of want it at the World War II Museum. We could have a swing orchestra playing 1940s tunes. Those guests who were military could wear their dress uniforms."

As I watched his face light up, I realized how much it would mean to him to honour his pre-Winter Soldier past. The thought of him wearing his uniform intrigued me.

"Would you wear your uniform?" I asked.

He smiled that charming smile of his again. "I think the Smithsonian has it," he replied. "I would have to ask them if I could borrow it. It would probably have to be let out because I grew after the serum."

"Or maybe you can find someone who could make you a new one," I suggested. "Those old wool ones would be torturous to wear in the heat and humidity here. I would like to see you in uniform, after all that I read about what a ladies' man you were, back in the day."

Janet came back inside interrupting our repartee. She entered all of our information on the purchase offer, and we signed it, then shook her hand and went back out to the motorcycle. Once again, Bucky made sure I was buckled up properly and my helmet tightened just right. Getting on behind I held him around his waist. Just a few minutes later we parked in the zoo parking lot and walked over to the Tree of Life. Sam and Ingrid were there, waiting under the massive old oak tree.

"Well?" asked Sam, apparently knowing what was supposed to happen.

I held up my hand, showing off the ring and was immediately hugged by him and Ingrid.

"She loved the house," said Bucky, a smug grin on his face.

Ingrid hugged him next while Sam gave him the more manly pound hug. After confirming that the couple were willing to be our best man and maid of honour we explored the Tree of Life as the site for the wedding ceremony. It really was beautiful, full of natural beauty and majesty. Bucky explained that it would have to be a quick civil ceremony as the city would only give us an hour's time frame for the wedding. We also had to accept that we didn't have exclusive use as it was a public park, and anyone could wander by while the ceremony was going on. He looked at me in anticipation as I stood underneath one of the massive branches, looking up at the sun peeking through the leaves.

"I want to get married here," I said decisively. "It's beautiful."

All those gooey commercials and sappy movies showing the man lifting his fiancée off the ground and twirling her around in the air before lowering her for a romantic kiss were forgiven at that moment as Bucky easily lifted me up. With laughter he twirled us around in a complete circle before lowering me and kissing me tenderly. Sam and Ingrid just watched, with happy faces for both of us. It really was an unbearably sweet moment, and I loved every part of it, as I gazed at those blue eyes on that incredibly handsome face of this man who made me feel more loved than anyone.

Together the four of us strolled through the zoo, trying to come up with a plan to get a wedding organized quickly. Bucky brought up the war museum idea for the reception and Sam actually thought it was a good idea.

"There are several of us Avengers with military backgrounds, and proud of it," he said. "Maybe we could even make it a bit of a 1940s dress up event, like the Christmas party. Listen, why don't we talk more about it when you two help me move in with Ingrid tomorrow?"

It was agreed to discuss it more the following day and we spent the rest of the afternoon at the zoo and Audubon Park, even having a tasty hot dog lunch in one of the zoo food areas. The next morning Bucky dropped me off at Ingrid's, taking my car to Sam's. Together we went through her clothes, discarding some older garments to make room in the closet for Sam's clothes. He was also bringing some furniture and we shifted her furniture arrangement to make room for it as she knew the dimensions. When the guys came back, Joaquin Torres was with them, currently the Falcon. We had met a few times and I liked his energy. He was such an upbeat guy. As soon as he brought in some of the boxes of clothes he came right up to me, giving me a hug.

"Congratulations," he said. "I heard about the engagement. Let's see what kind of rock Bucky gave you."

His eyes lit up when he saw the ring and he hugged me again, seemingly just as excited as I had been the day before.

"Hands off my fiancée, fly boy," growled Bucky as he entered carrying a chair.

"Aw, Sarge, I'm just happy for both of you and you wouldn't let me hug you," pouted the younger man, after giving me a conspiratorial wink. "So, June got both hugs."

After putting the chair down Bucky stood up tall and straight looking down at the shorter Joaquin. With an audible sigh he offered his hand to the younger man and gave him a quick pound hug.

"That's all that Sam gets," he stated. "Don't expect it to be a usual thing."

With a cheeky grin Joaquin headed down to get the next load of possessions. I offered my arms to Bucky, and he stoically accepted them, really milking the strong and silent stereotype for all it was worth. We all knew the truth about him, and he knew we did. After a couple of hours of unloading and unpacking Sam was finally officially moved in and he thanked all of us.

"What do you say to another shrimp boil and some beer?" he asked. "Delancey's has a good one and their beer is always cold."

Bucky drove my car again, with me in the front and Joaquin in the back. He asked if we could stop somewhere, as he promised his girlfriend something from one of the unique shops in New Orleans. Bucky made it known it was a big imposition, but he stopped at the place. While Joaquin was in the shop Bucky took the time to kiss me, then played with my hair while he gazed at me. When it seemed like Joaquin was taking an awfully long time Bucky opened his car door, just as the younger man stepped out of the shop, holding up the bag like it was a trophy.

"Sorry, it took so long," he said. "When I called they said they had one in stock but it wasn't on the shelf when I got here so they had to go looking for it. I didn't realize it was taking so long otherwise I would have come out and told you."

"Right kid," sighed Bucky.

We pulled up at a packed Delancey's, wondering if we could get in but Sam texted that they were already inside. As we stepped into the lively place there was a big cheer and I realized it was an engagement party for us, as I saw several of my friends and work colleagues there with beers already in their hands. There were other Avengers there as well, coming forward with hugs for me and handshakes for Bucky although the women gave him hugs as well. He looked at me once we got through the gauntlet and shrugged.

"I had nothing to do with this," he said.

"That's right, you didn't," declared Sam, with a grinning Ingrid by his side. "We knew it was coming, and Ingrid assured me there was no way June was saying no so we organized a party for you, complete with shrimp boil and beer."

When the food was laid out on a long table that stretched from the front to the back of the bar, loaded with more shrimp, sausage, potatoes and corn than I had ever seen in my life, everyone grabbed a spot and began eating. Just like the party at my place there was no sound except the loud background music from the jukebox and the contented sounds of people eating, moaning and groaning at the sheer ecstasy of buttery juices falling down their chins from the perfectly cooked food onto the newsprint covered table below them. It was an event that was talked about for ages, and repeated a year later when ... well, that's another story.

After eating every last morsel of food, the bar staff came to clean up, bringing wet wipes and paper towels galore to all of us, carrying garbage bags with them to take away the discarded shrimp shells and bare cobs. The tables were relocated to open up a dance floor and the music was cranked up. It was loud Cajun music then it suddenly stopped, and Sam stepped forward.

"We picked a song for Bucky and June to dance to," he said to everyone. "It probably came out after he shipped out for Europe in 1943 but it's something those of us who know you have seen happen right in front of us. Bucky, being the good dancer he claims he was, should be able to do a few turns of this with his girl."

As the strains of People Will Say We're in Love began, Bucky smiled. "I can dance to this."

Just like in those romantic movies he began to lead me across the floor, showing everyone what a light-footed dancer he was. We were in our own world, just us two, on the dance floor as that beautiful song enveloped us in its magic.

The magic was repeated two months later when we danced our first dance to the same song at the wedding reception at the National World War II Museum. Bucky wore his replica uniform that the Smithsonian had actually custom made for him. He even cut his hair and had a close shave that took years off, making him look much younger. I found a flirty forties style wedding dress with lace shoulders that I loved as soon as I put it on. As he twirled me around the dance floor the skirt swished around my legs, making me feel like a modern-day Ginger Rogers.

It had been a beautiful day for a wedding as the perfect weather had just enough breeze to keep the humidity and heat at bay. The ceremony at the Tree of Life was meaningful and we both cried a little during the vows. Afterwards, Bucky hugged everyone and I mean everyone. He was so happy, making me feel like our marriage was the culmination of all his dreams. Certainly, marrying him was the culmination of all of mine. We took pictures at Audubon Park then relaxed at our new home with the wedding party and some few close friends before the reception. It was wonderful.

The limousine dropped us off at the museum and it was everything Bucky pictured in his mind when he thought of having the reception there. The aircraft and vehicles that were on display above us and around the space lent a retro feel to it. There were several young women dressed in period appropriate costume for pictures with the guests. The decorations were done to match the banners and decorations of 1943. A thought occurred to me and I leaned close to Bucky when we sat at the head table.

"I really like this," I said. "It doesn't bring back bad memories?"

A wistful smile crossed his face. "No, it really doesn't," he admitted. "It reminds me of before I shipped out, when wearing the uniform meant you were part of something big. I wasn't looking for it but I know of many marriages that started at a dance at a base, or at a war bonds rally. It was a more innocent time, I guess. Until we got on the battlefields and found a different reality."

I squeezed his hand, receiving a kiss on the cheek for my concern, setting off a round of spoons tapped against the water glasses asking for more kissing from us. We both happily obliged, still caught up in the adrenaline of our new status. During the speeches Ingrid told some stories about me; Sam told some stories about Bucky; people laughed. With a full live swing orchestra our first dance as husband and wife made me feel like the star of an old musical as my handsome soldier twirled me around the dance floor. Between the time of first hearing People Will Say We're in Love at the bar then dancing to it at our wedding Bucky found out it was from the musical Oklahoma. We watched the Gordon MacRae, Shirley Jones movie at home and for a week afterwards I had to deal with Bucky getting up singing Oh What a Beautiful Mornin' in his loudest voice to get me out of bed. It would have been irritating if it wasn't so cute. Our marriage was going to be so much fun.

As the evening went on we did the usual cake cutting, throwing of my garter and the bouquet. It's a secret who caught them because they just moved in together and were very emphatic that they were taking things slow. Funny how they disappeared for about half an hour after. After that things changed as the older people (not including Bucky) began taking their leave. The younger people began asking for newer music so Bucky and I decided to leave for our wedding night so the others could have their music. As we waited outside for the limousine Bucky was called in to sign for some additional alcohol, as our guests were a thirsty bunch. While I stood on the curb an elderly man approached me, walking in from the parking lot.

"Is this the Barnes / Roberts wedding?" he asked, then laughed at his own question. "Of course it must be. You look just like your great grandmother."

"You knew her?" I asked, as she had been dead for twenty years.

"I knew her very well," he replied. "Gladdie was one of a kind."

He must have known her because she was known as Gladdie to her friends. Only those who didn't know her called her June. I turned to him and took his hands.

"What's your name?"

"Steven Grant," he said. "I first met Gladdie during the war, in England. Then she met a friend of mine at a dance. Small world. But that's not important. I just wanted to give my regards to you and to your husband. I knew him back in the day as well, although I doubt that he remembers me. It was so long ago, and he's been through so much since then." He looked at his watch and frowned. "I have to be going as I only have a few minutes."

"Bucky will just be a moment," I pleaded, sure that Bucky would want to meet with him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I really have to go," he said, his face showing his sadness, then he reached inside his jacket and pulled out an envelope. "But if you could give him this, I would greatly appreciate it."

I took the envelope from him and turned to see if Bucky was coming. When I turned back Mr. Grant was already walking away from me.

"Wait, please!" I called to him but he just waved his hand and walked to a part of the parking lot that was in shadow. Bucky came out of the door and I grabbed him, pointing out Mr. Grant to him. "He knows you, Bucky. He said he knew my great grandmother."

Leaving me on the curb, Bucky ran after him and called out to the old man.

"Hey, mister, wait!" he yelled, before pulling up just a few feet from him.

Mr. Grant turned around and I wish I was in a position to see Bucky's face but the old man had the biggest smile on his. Bucky lifted him up in a hug then gently put him down and the two men talked for a moment. The old man got misty eyed and I could tell he was ready to leave. Bucky stepped away a few steps and Mr. Grant stood straight and tall, as Bucky saluted him, a salute he returned. Then the strangest thing happened. A sparkling circle appeared behind Mr. Grant, growing in size until it was larger than him. With another wave of his hand, he stepped inside the circle and it closed leaving Bucky alone in the dark parking lot. His shoulders slumped and I was worried about him, so I quickly walked over to where he stood in the dark. He wasn't crying but he did look somewhat sad. Placing my hand on his shoulder made him turn around and he grasped me, surrounding me with his arms.

"It was him," he said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in my neck. "It was Steve, the one who went back. He did it. The Bucky in that timeline never became the Winter Soldier."

I held him closely, letting him deal with the conflicting feelings of grief, happiness, and envy. He had shared with me how Steve Rogers had recognized a letter received in the 1990s by Rebecca, Bucky's sister, apologizing for not being able to rescue Bucky, as being written by himself. It was his and Rebecca's belief that he went back to rescue Bucky but hadn't been successful, resulting in a never-ending loop where his original self kept waking up in 2011 after so many years of being frozen, even while his returned self was in the past, seemingly reluctant to interfere with that Steve's fate. He wanted to keep trying, even though Bucky wanted him to stay.

After Steve left and Rebecca died Bucky kept that secret until just a few weeks ago when he told me. He knew it wouldn't change his past but he always wondered if Steve had finally been successful for at least one Bucky in the multiverse. In my hand was the letter that Steve said to give to him and I pulled away showing it to my husband. Several moments passed before he took it from my hand and looked at the writing on the front. Then he slipped it inside his jacket pocket and kissed me.

"I'll read it later," he said, then he offered me his arm and we walked back to the curb in front of the museum.

The sound of loud modern music bled out of the building as we waited silently for the now late limousine. When it arrived, the driver apologized profusely as he had experienced a flat tire. He opened the door for us, and Bucky assisted me in getting in before stepping inside himself. We had already decided to spend our wedding night at home as we didn't need a fancy hotel room to feel special. Bucky made me feel special every day and he said the same about me. On the drive to our house, he put his arm around me and kissed the side of my head.

"Thank you for saying yes," he whispered. "Thank you for agreeing to a life with me."

I thanked him for being the good man I had waited for. When we arrived at the house he paid the driver a cash tip, believing that the limo being late allowed him to experience the few moments with Steve. He stepped out of the car and offered me his hand as I got out, ever the gentleman. Then he inputted the security code on the door and we stepped inside. We kissed each other tenderly in the darkness of the foyer, then my husband picked me up in his arms, his strong arms that would never let me fall, and carried me upstairs to our bedroom, where we began the future of our life together.

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